#it’s... too cute i hAve to draw more of it

[sordidmusings]

Ace is now up! He demanded many more words than I had intended any of these to be 💀 such is always my curse. I’m pretty happy with the whole thing but this ending section is my favorite. I need him goofy, I need him sweet, I need that little bit of rat boy energy. I just need him 😩

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Unfortunately, soreness begins to set in your hips and you have to move. Ace isn’t a big fan of the idea; you can tell from his grumble and his arm cinching around your waist. It's endearing, but no match for the protest in your joints.

“Ace, I’m sore,” you laugh out the complaint, too amused by his pouting. “Let’s lay down.”

“That I can agree to,” he says.

You doubt his words when you start to get off him and receive an indignant “hey”.

“Who said you were allowed to get off?”

“Pretty sure I was just letting us both get off.”

“I helped,” he pouts.

“That’s an understatement,” you reassure with two quick pats to his cheek. “But for real, I gotta get off so we can get settled.”

“Agree to disagree,” Ace chimes with that maddeningly bright and charming smile of his. It crinkles his nose a moment and scrunches his eyes in a way that brings out their glimmer and you’re sure you’d never be able to keep a disagreement against that face for long.

“Okay,” you sigh. “How are we going to do this?”

“Clumsily,” he answers without missing a beat and you laugh again.

“Okay, Commander, take the reins,” you say as you settle back into laying against him, happy to let him take over this clown show.

“Ooooo ‘commander’, huh? Wanna try calling me that next time?”

Instead of responding you give his back a half-hearted swat.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he reasons.

“I’m filing it away for later, but please Ace my poor hips. You’re gonna make me an old lady in my twenties,” you whine.

“At least you make a cute granny.” You can hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

“Move!” You laugh and he finally does.

He scoots you both back once, holding you tight through it while you giggle at the bumpy ride. Now back to the center of the bed, he shimmies for good measure and lays himself back. He holds his arms out for you to lay down against him however is comfortable and you just raise a brow at him.

“You’re gonna slip out.”

“I believe in you,” he says. He tried to be deadpan but his lips couldn’t resist the smile.

“There’s your first mistake,” you say and he just smiles wider.

You shift to the right so you can rotate your left leg out and down. You lean your weight on his chest for balance, a palm flat on each large pec, and slide your leg down and back right next to his. You shiver at the release in your joint and Ace shivers at the pressure on his chest and the jostle of your hips. His softened dick twitches in interest.

“Stop that, we need to sleep,” you reprimand with no real heat.

“I didn’t tell it to do that,” Ace deflects.

You chuckle and continue repositioning, leaning to the left this time. It feels just as nice when your right leg gets to be straight again and you can finally lay down. It feels a little strange to be lying directly on Ace’s middle instead of tucked to his side or spooning but it’s not unwelcome. It’s definitely not a permanent feature, though, and you tell him as much.

“Just for a while,” Ace promises. Much softer he adds, “Not ready yet.”

You hum in acknowledgement. Taking stock of your body, you feel a pleasant exhaustion and let it help you sink further into Ace. His hands rest gently on your back, one spread between your shoulder blades and one drawing shapes over your lower back. His thighs are so warm next to yours and the packed muscle feels so soft when he’s relaxed like this. The same goes for the pec currently being used as your pillow. Okay, maybe you could stay this way quite awhile; Ace is unfairly warm and comfortable and having him sit still half in you sates some instinct you didn’t know you had.

“Blanket?” Ace asks.

“Dealer’s choice,” is your non-committal response.

With some reaching and finagling, Ace manages to get a hold of the sheets and flap them to lay over you. He leaves them so that they cover your legs but make it no further than the small of your back. It lets the slight chill of the room continue to cool you off without going so far as to make you cold. It’s absolutely perfect with his high body temperature radiating below you. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you could drift off into some of the best sleep of your life just like this.

A thought strikes you.

“How did you stay hard that whole time?”

“I dunno,” he answers honestly through a yawn. Then he chuckles and adds, “maybe you just have a magic pussy.”

You laugh at the stupid joke, happy he’s relaxed enough in your relationship to joke more about sex now.

“Too bad you can’t go around testing that theory,” you sigh in mock sympathy.

Ace perks up and stares at you real strong. His eyes that were just fighting sleep are now full of life. You don’t say more and just let him look and stew on your words.

“Say it again but like I’m stupid?”

“That’s what I usually try to do.”

He barks a laugh.

“Damn, must be hard loving an idiot.”

“Not at all.” The tenderness that seeps from your words melts him straight through. Thinking better of leaving it (you know he knows you’re joking, but you also know that his mind is exceptionally cruel), you use the last of your energy to get up on your elbows and look him in the eyes. “You’re a dumbass sometimes, especially with those brothers of yours, but more than that you’re really smart.” You place a sweet kiss to his forehead. “And you’re strong and determined and reliable.” A kiss to one cheek. “And empathetic and sweet and thoughtful.” A kiss to the other one. “And you wanna know what you are more than anything else?”

“What?” His voice shakes and his eyes burn and he’s so exhausted from all the emotions of the night but they’ve also been the most precious things ever.

You rest your forehead to his and take a deep breath, savoring the moment.

“You’re very very easy to love.”

A kiss binds your words and lips.

Between Two Points - Masterlist

Stuck with many thoughts on one of my favorite smut tropes, "just the tip".

Each character will have a different plea and reaction to getting what they want but one thing remains the same, they need to feel you, even if only just a little. How will your favorite handle it?

Which ones would be good and stay with just the tip?

They wouldn’t disobey you, wanting to keep you happy, especially with them. Having just a little of your warmth is a gift anyway - who are they to press for more than you’re willing to give? They’ll always take the scraps you throw them and thank you for it all the while. After all, it’s from you. And you always make sure they feel good in the end; they’ve never left your bed without feeling pleasure turn their body trembly and their mind to mush. They’re sure just an inch from you is all they need to get there again, and maybe if they’re good they’ll even get a reward.

Sanji, Usopp, Mihawk, Ace, Buggy, Killer, Franky, Katakuri

Which ones would say it and mean it but then lose themselves to pleasure?

They wanted to listen to you; there were always great rewards when they did. It’s not their fault you feel so good. It’s not their fault that they can never seem to think straight when they touch you. Usually they’re allowed to keep touching you though so it doesn’t matter if they can’t think - becoming a being of instinct and need works well when you’re drowning in what you want. But what if you’re only allowed a sip? What would they do to quench their thirst?

Luffy, Law, Koby, Sabo, Zoro, Beckman, Corazon

Which ones say it and don’t mean it, planning to try distracting you while they do what they want?

They only agreed to get their foot in the door, to keep advancing for more and more and more. It’s so ridiculous you thought you could tell them what to do that it’s almost cute. You really thought you could deny them the thing they’ve come to crave above all else? They’d let you believe that for just a minute so that the lesson sinks in even deeper when they start doing what they want.

Kid, Doflamingo, Lucci

Which ones say it and don’t mean it, planning to tease you enough to make you beg them for more?

After all, they know you need them just as much as they need you. Why pretend that just a little is ever enough? Oh well, if it’ll make it easier to start touching you, they’ll do whatever you ask. Doesn’t mean they won’t steer it into what they know you need. They’ll remind you how alive they make you feel, how your nerves buzz so blissfully when you let them take your body. But it will only be a reminder, just enough pleasure to stoke the craving within you before they continually pull back with the reminder that you asked them for this. How long will it take before you’re the one begging and writhing, thinking of nothing but the need for more. Ah, how sweet it is to see the tables turn.

Shanks, Sir Crocodile, Smoker, Marco, Robin

And finally

Nami is in her own little zone

You promise her you’re just helping practice the stretch - she did want to practice bigger and bigger straps, loving the struggle of you opening her up and being so proud when she makes it. You’ve pulled out a new toy and she’s intimidated by the size but you promise her she only needs to get the tip tonight. That praise you start showering on her when you begin to sink in makes her head all hazy though. It warms her through, body, mind, and soul. Maybe she can get just a little more? Anything to keep you talking to her like that.

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Most if not all of the characters listed will get their own smut for this with their own personal flavor of "just the tip". I hope you enjoyed! Please comment if you have any thoughts or suggestions 🤍

Masterlist

Sneak peak at Ace’s

[lotuswish]

˗ˏˋ how they hold your hand (housewardens & jamil) ⭑ .ᐟ

synopsis: fingers intertwining, a gentle squeeze, the warmth of a palm against yours—how each boy holds your hand says more than words ever could. from shy, lingering touches to firm, protective grips, every gesture is a glimpse into the way they love.

featured character(s): riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia.

content warning(s): none.

a/n: just a cute and silly idea i had at 3am. :3

riddle rosehearts

riddle holds your hand like it’s a delicate porcelain teacup—carefully, with just enough pressure to keep it secure. at first, his fingers are a little stiff, his cheeks faintly pink as he focuses on not fumbling. he tries so hard to get it just right, and when he feels your fingers relax in his, his grip softens, almost shyly. he’ll sneak a glance at your face, and if he catches you smiling, his hold tightens slightly, a quiet boost to his confidence.

“i hope… this isn’t too forward,” he says softly, his voice careful and deliberate, though his gaze lingers on your joined hands with the faintest hint of pride.

leona kingscholar

leona’s hand intertwines with yours with effortless confidence, his hold firm yet unhurried, carrying a subtle possessiveness—like your hand was always meant to be in his, and he has no intention of letting go. his fingers slide between yours with ease, and he occasionally shifts your hands against his leg or his side, keeping you close without making a fuss. if you try to pull away, even as a joke, he’ll tug you back with a low grumble, his tail flicking once beside him in annoyance.

“don’t start something you can’t finish, herbivore,” he drawls, his tone low and gruff. though he acts nonchalant, deep down, it's his way of keeping you close without having to say it out loud.

azul ashengrotto

azul holds your hand like he’s trying to make the perfect impression, his fingers enveloping yours carefully, almost methodically. his palm is cool, and every so often, his grip tightens subtly, like he’s testing the waters to see if this is really okay. though he maintains his composed expression, his gaze flickers nervously between your face and your joined hands. when he sees your reassuring smile, the faintest flush of pink spreads across his cheeks, despite his efforts to stay collected.

“i trust this arrangement is… satisfactory?” he asks, his voice soft and composed, but the way he clears his throat afterward betrays his nerves.

kalim al-asim

kalim grabs your hand without hesitation, his fingers threading through yours in a fluid, lively motion, like he’s been waiting to do it all along. his grip is strong and eager, a comforting warmth radiating from his palm. the giddy smile on his face makes it clear that your touch is his favorite thing in the world. as you walk, he swings your joined hands, and every so often, he’ll squeeze your hand gently or press it against his chest when he’s particularly excited about something.

“i’m so glad you’re here with me,” he says, his voice bubbling with joy, as though holding your hand is the highlight of his day.

jamil viper

jamil holds your hand with calculated ease—his touch appears casual, but every movement is deliberate. his fingers lace with yours slowly, his grip just firm enough to keep you close without drawing attention. to anyone else, it might seem detached, but the way his fingers subtly shift to match your movements or the faint, almost unnoticeable tension in his shoulders reveals the truth: he’s hyperaware of you.

he doesn’t say much, but after a quiet moment, he glances at your hands and murmurs, “you don’t have to hold on so tightly,” his tone calm, though the slight squeeze he gives your hand betrays just how much he doesn’t want you to let go.

vil schoenheit

vil holds your hand with an air of practiced elegance, his fingers lacing with yours smoothly, as if even the smallest gestures between you deserve the utmost intention and care. his grip is steady and purposeful, his hand fitting perfectly against yours. sometimes, he’ll lift your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles before letting his fingers curl a little tighter around yours.

“your hands are quite lovely,” he murmurs, his tone carrying its usual polished air, but softer, more personal. “i suppose i shouldn’t be surprised—everything about you tends to draw the eye.”

idia shroud

idia starts by linking pinkies with you, his hand hovering awkwardly at first. his skin is warm and a little clammy, his nerves written in the way his fingers twitch slightly. after a few moments, he works up the courage to slide the rest of his fingers into place, his grip loose but earnest. his hand fidgets slightly against yours, like he’s still adjusting, but when he notices you’re not letting go, a shy, genuine smile tugs at his lips.

“uh… your hand’s… really warm,” he mutters softly, his voice unsteady as the tips of his hair flicker pink. “it’s… kinda nice, actually.”

malleus draconia

malleus holds your hand with a quiet reverence, his long fingers intertwining with yours with a gentle but steady grip. his touch carries a subtle chill, and there’s a deliberate care in the way he adjusts his hold, as if mindful of not startling you. occasionally, he lifts your hand slightly, aligning his palm with yours as if to compare their size. his fingers slowly curl around yours again, his touch gentle and his gaze filled with quiet wonder, as though the contrast holds a meaning only he can understand.

“your hands are small, child of man,” he says softly, tilting his head as if deep in thought. “yet they feel as though they were meant to be held by mine.”

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[gudagudamadness]

Don't you want me like I want you baby? Don't you need me like I need you now?

How about some APT but make it Richette?

this was my first time making several drawings at the same time and it was a headache and a half, but i wanted to draw something silly for these two 🤩

[bunny-jpeg]

wife

kimi raikkonen

tags: smut/pwp, skiing, wife!reader, age gap (20s/40s), breeding kink, winter fic, established relationship, missionary, dirty talk & praise

mark webber ver. - sebastian vettel ver. - jenson button ver.

"it's cold!" you shivered as you got back inside, you had spent most of the day out on the slopes with your husband, kimi. he had been more than happy to show you how to navigate skis despite your slight nervousness around it.

it felt nice being under the glow of your lover, even when you stumbled. even though you didn't trip in the snow, but rather your own boots when you had a break at the chalet, "you've become too good at skiing, you have forgotten how to walk!" he then wrapped his arms around you.

and now back at your hotel room, your older husband wanted to get out out of that heavy jacket you were wearing. the jacket that he bought for you. he felt something shudder in him when you got the jacket off of you. he nearly tripped over himself. you were beautiful.

you looked over your shoulder before you draped your jacket over your arm, "kim-kim, you're so good at skiing you forgot how to walk!" your tone was cheeky and kimi almost tripped over himself once more as he tried to get to you. he wrapped his arms around and rested his chin on your shoulder. he hand your middle tightly. he kissed the roundness of your cheek, "funny, funny, little hare." that was what he called you in the winter. you were cute like a little arctic hare, all bundled up for the snow.

but now kimi wanted your ski clothes off of you and onto the floor. and while he stripped you of your clothes, you did the same to him. you gave his biceps a good squeeze and you licked your lips. even got a good feel of his chest under his thick grey sweater.

"are you warm enough, my little hare?" he asked before his bare hands went up your t-shirt, "does it feel good?"

you moaned a little as he pinched your nipple through your bra. you nodded, "always perfect, kimi. despite you being to icy, you're hotter than the sun."

he cupped your breasts under your shirt, "how could i not be? you pull me in, my beautiful wife." he then laughed when you ehlped him out of his sweater then t-shirt. he could feel your hungry gaze on him.

mrs. raikkonen loved the sight of her husband.

a weekend away was a good idea. kimi wanted you, recently something had been itching at his brain. and this weekend had only fueled it more. kimi wanted to start a family, you were in your twenties and he was closer to fifty than thirty, so it felt like it was time.

and the first step for kimi was to strip you. expose your beautiful body to him. gray light streamed through the large windows of the hotel room as cloud draw across the sky. kimi kissed your neck sweetly and eventually your collarbones when he got your t-shirt off of your body. he exhaled deeply and rubbed into your warm skin.

"my little hare, my dear." he groaned. he only moved away to finish getting his clothes off. you both were finally nude and in bed. he had you pressed against the covers. you looked like a cute bunny in the sea of white sheets.

kimi's cock was achy, the tip was glossy with pre-cum. it didn't hurt the hurt the feeling when a thought crossed his mind. cuddled up in the chalet with a loose sweater on your body. but, could still see the outline of your baby bump. kimi beside you with a hand on your middle. smitten like the day he married you. he stroked his cock as he eyed you, admiring your beauty. your nude body on a alluring display for him.

"you look beautiful." he said softly, "how did i get so luck? the most beautiful woman under me."

you shifted under him from his intense gaze on you. you were both hungry for one another. the iceman and his little hare, a perfect match.

"you know i think you're beautiful." he said softly as he stroked his cock faster, "beautiful, beautiful." he couldn't take it anymore, he needed you.

you shuddered as he soon grabbed your thighs and hiked your his upwards. he got a pillow under your behind to give him a little extra height to access your pretty little cunt. give him the perfect angle to fuck you with.

"my wife." he said as he slowly sank into you. your cunt fluttered around his cock as he got his entire length into you. he cursed under his breath and shakily exhaled. you moaned and held onto his shoulders when he got closer enough to you. he said softly, "my little obsession."

the pace was steady, but not particularly fast. kimi was never a fast lover, he moved to savour every moment with you. he wanted to feel every inch of heated skin. see the rise and fall of your chest, the expressions that crossed your face when pleasure hit you just right. kimi strived to make his wife feel good.

"you look so beautiful under me. i remember when i first met you, such a cute little assistant. but you're much more suited to being my wife. you let me spoil you, and you spoil me." he continued to move against you.

your pulse leapt from the pleasurable feeling. you clung to him as he pressed into you further, the movements were steady as you tightened your legs around his waist.

kimi wanted a baby with you, that had been on his mind. to grow your little family, seeing you taking care of his child only made him want to get you pregnant faster. maybe he could make you have twins.

that notion made him even more excited.

he moved against you faster. his pace still had a lot of power behind it, and it remained steady. there was a force behind them and a fierceness that made your heart race. he thought you were perfect. of course you were, he wouldn't have been ring shopping after three months of dating if you weren't perfect. he eyed your face for a moment as he pressed his chest against yours.

"i love you."

"and i love you."

quite a pair you were, and it fueled your love. you understood one another. you and kimi were a lovely pair, a type of love that ran deep.

"i want you to have my children. you'd be such a good mother. raise them well." he groaned, your bodies moved together as kimi continued to speak, you leg-locked him, "you'd be glowing, a proud mother to all of them. if we have one child or seven." he chuckled, "we'll raise them perfect. future little racers, with your beauty of course." his words were hot in your mind

it fueled the inferno in his core as his cock hit against your sweet spots with heavy thrusts. your nails held onto him, leaving small tracks across his shoulders. you let out sweet noises, the pleasure built up inside of you.

he knew exactly how to make you squirm. how to make you moan. your noises grew as the two of them fucked on the hotel bed. the feeling was beautiful, he still enjoyed the feeling of you against him. he loved how it felt, he swore under his breath at the feeling. the force of his thrusts made your pussy clench around him. his groans were paired with your sweet moans.

"my little hare, beautiful in bed, quick in the snow, and perfect under me." he hissed through his teeth as the thrusts continued. he scratched his short nails up your thighs which made your nipples hard.

kimi craned his neck down to lick your hard nipples. he gave them both attention, he groaned as the pleasure continued to course through him. a growing heat between the two of you. he loved you, adored you. he held onto you tighter and rocked his hips against you. the euphoria rolled in his head, fire in his body as he continued to move his hips.

"fuck." you shuddered and held on tightly. toes cureld and hissed a little bit from the heat, the pleasure. more curses left your lips as the thump in your chest grew.

he pressed his forehead against yours and he whispered sweet nothings to you. rolled together in finnish and english. the praise left his lips with ease and he knew exactly how he wanted you. to be with you for the rest of his days.

you two moved against one another, the noises were loud and passionate. the heated curses and you held onto him tightly. you almost bit him on the should when you climaxed around his cock. kimi didn't last much longer. the two of you kissed deeply when he came.

he finished inside of you and he said a quiet prayer that you'd have a child with him by next winter. the kisses continued as you both slowed to a stop. he held your face for a moment after he broke the kiss. he exhaled deeply through his nose then gave you one last quiet kiss on the cheek. a promise of a future with you.

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"i think she's over dressed. it hasn't even started to snow yet." you remarked as you watched kimi make sure that the wool hate was on your small daughter's head.

it was the first winter since you had your daughter, amelia. and kimi wanted to make sure she was kept warm for the season. he didn't want her little head or tiny fingers and toes got chilled while you went out.

"she will be fine, hare. if anything she looks like a teddy bear." he remarked with a small chuckle before he took her in his arms. he kissed her rosy little cheek. she looked a great deal like him.

it was a running joke that she would have the same icy demeanor as her father once she started racing - if she wished to persue that - kimi was supportive of any path she wanted to take when she got older.

even with the speculation of her being an ice queen, for now she was a smiling, happy baby, all bundled up for an afternoon out. kimi leaned over to kiss you gently.

you looked to him then to your daughter. you smiled softly, "you do look like a teddy bear, don't you, amelia?" you kissed her on the face then kissed your husband once more.

the iceman, the arctic hare and their little baby. a sweet little family and the both of you couldn't have been happier <3

[trickytrick]

Hello, I saw that you asked for drawing requests, and your art style is so cute and I wondered if you could draw canon Merlin and Arthur snuggling and cuddling on a fluffy bed and so glued, they would be mistaken for one person🥹🫶

We need more smoll and cute Merthur, and my dashboard is full of angst😔

Thank you, hope you have a great day, and I really like your art :)!

tysm for the compliments omg 😭😭🙏🏻 I too am deprived of sweet merthur and will be so glad to provide 🫡

[sabertoothwalrus]

The AA7 post is incredible, I especially loved your take on detective Godot and Hugh. The more casual plot is nice, like yes people are getting murdered but it’s more lowkey then the last few games and gives the characters room to work through their issues. Also just curious do you have a backstory in mind for how Hugh and Trucy met/started dating? I found all your sketches of them incredibly cute.

LMAO once I realized how many of the cases had to do with travel/vacation, I decided to make it The Whole Theme and leaned into the beach episode. I also felt like I had too many returning characters, but I counted and I had the same number of new characters as Dual Destinies so I guess I made more than I thought!

I’m really glad you like Hugh :)) I honestly hadn’t thought that far back for them. I imagined the game could have a convo with phoenix like

“You’re moving in with him just a couple years? Isn’t that a little fast?”

“Ohhhh well sorry I wasn’t pining for him since I was nine, seesh”

Anyway if yall like hugh I can try to keep drawing him! I didn’t think I’d ever expect to give trucy a boyfriend and like him so much, but as soon as I drew him I was like. Ohhhhhh I’d do anything for him

[newtonsheffield]

You've been kind enough to give a lot of Kate's coworkers' POV on the new addition to Kate and Neddy's family. What about Anthony's employees? What about Debbie? How is she adjusting to the changes she sees in her boss?

No but imagine being Debbie and watching this all unfold. One day out of the blue a gorgeous woman shows up and asks to see your boss. You tell her very politely that you can’t just allow anyone in to see the Viscount but the man himself appears and he knows this woman. Sometime later they emerge from the office and go to lunch. Your boss seems shaken when he calls and says he won’t be coming back to the office but you think “score, early start to the weekend.”

A week later you’re called into his office, and the man is placing what appears to be a drawing from a very young child in a frame.

“I’m just going to skip right to the point here, Debbie. Last week a woman came to see me-“

“Kate Sharma.” You finish for him. “Gorgeous, dark curly hair, I’d put her at about 5ft 9?”

He blinked, “You’re incredibly observant. Yes, that’s the one.” He sighed. “Well Kate and I are former…?”

“Please spare us both from using the word lovers.”

“I won’t say it then.” He said a little gratefully. “I’m telling you this because it’s very likely she’ll be around more. Kate and I have a son together.”

This doesn’t really surprise you. There are very few things that usually happen when a beautiful woman shows up out of nowhere. Privately you think he should be thankful it’s a kid and not syphilis. And syphilis doesn’t usually do drawings for you.

“Congratulations.” You genuinely mean it as he gets out his phone. A proud smile on his face.

“This is my boy, this is Neddy.”

He’s a cute little thing, Anthony’s eyes and ears and nose with his mother’s shock of curly hair as he grins at the camera with a tiny gap between his front teeth.

“Oh, he’s adorable. What a sweetheart.”

“He’s great.” Anthony says softly, smiling at the photo. “Anyway, he and his Mum will probably be around a lot from now on.”

“Family rules for him and his Mum when they call?”

“Absolutely. And ah her mum and sister as well. And he has a Nanny, I’ll get their names for you.”

“I’m happy for you. This is good for you.”

You’ve worked with him a long time, and his father for a few months before that. You’ve seen how lonely he became the last few years and he’s good to work for. He always has been. Some of your friends who work for politicians and minor aristocracy are treated very differently than you are but Anthony’s always been kind and generous. You thought he’d made a mistake with how many zeroes he’d put through on your Christmas bonus.

“Should I order some more?”

Anthony blinked. “More?”

“Frames? For Neddy’s pictures? And I’ll organise someone to come in and hang them? You want them to go on the wall right?”

The smile that crosses his face is sweet. “Yeah, yes. If they could go on the wall that’d be great.”

“Not a problem.”

He’s different, after that. You can see the change in him, when he walks out of his office whistling.

“Why don’t you take off early, Debbie? I’m going to swimming!”

He closes the office for three days so he can away for his son’s birthday and you get paid, none of your leave used up.

He stops you in the kitchen and shows you pictures of him and his son and what’s clearly a relationship between him and Kate who drops by from time to time herself. The way he talks about them makes your chest ache a little, honestly. But if it happened for him it’ll happen for you too. He’s honestly made you believe that.

[not-xpr-art]

Curled tight as a question mark...

(01/2025)

Ok so I've been super obsessed with the AMAZING Trolley Problem AU fics by @silverview & @unreesonable (where Drew is the 22 year old Blake abuses instead of Ellie) for literally ages so it was only a matter of time before I'd end up doing some art based on it pfft...

Links to the fics below btw (also gonna ramble about this piece a bit since, as usual, I put way too much thought into it pfft)!!!

a better son / daughter

special arrangements

and all I'll do is kiss him (btw title of this piece actually taken from a line in this one which I really loved!!!)

spaces between

Highly recommend all of them btw, they're so GOOD!!!!!

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Ok, so I immediately wanted to do a sorta twisted version of Klimt's 'The Kiss' but the concept kinda got away from me as I was painting it... Plus I couldn't get the vibrant gold colour to work with the general colouring of the figures so the background became like vaguely vaginal curtains that I could probably spin some kinda symbolic link to Drew's mother if I wanted to lol...

(think I made a joke on bsky that I'm in my Georgia O'Keeffe era and NO one laughed smhsmh...)

I've also been wanting to do something based on the iconic The Fallen Angel painting by Alexandre Cabanel but never really had a particular subject in mind... until NOW! (ofc the emotion is different but idk I think the reference still works... Drew's tears are more desperate, hopeless, resigned, and perhaps less angry than Lucifer's?)

I wanted the piece to feel like Drew is trapped. Trapped by his turbulent relationship with his mother and father, trapped by his status and position in life, trapped by his sexuality, trapped by the drugs... And ultimately trapped by Blake, who was supposed to offer him a paternal embrace, a comforting hand on his shoulder, to properly help guide him out of the hole he's stuck in but all he did was take advantage of his vulnerability and drag him further into that pit...

Also, kinda funny story, but I tried doing a cute romantic in9 art before I started this but my brain and hand were having none of it lol... NO adorable yaoi for you manipulative toxic yaoi ONLY !!!!!!!

Stylistically I wanted to try and make this look sorta traditionally painted, which involved me using a combo of my regular program alongside ms paint since I like the texture of some of the brushes on there tbh (plus those brushes are really great for painting body hair which I had so much fun drawing a lot of here lol)! Overlaid with a vaguely canvas-y texture lol

Oh, and also I put the diamond pattern of the jumper Drew wears in the episode on his underwear here both because it was going to get covered if I put it on his t-shirt and because it's sorta a fun way to reflect how this is an AU lol

Also have some close ups since tumblr has completely destroyed the quality of this lol:

(final close up is actually of a version of the painting without the texture overlay btw which is why the colours are slightly different, but I thought it might be interesting to share so u can see the brushwork texture a little better??)

uh anyway... that's all folks lol!

[otakubagimlisiumi]

I have a different oc than the others but I'm happy to post this-!

And I warn you, English is not my native language, I may make mistakes, please ignore or warn me guys.

Thank you to Nora - @aquaberryvanilla - who encouraged me and was very helpful! <3

i wanted to interact with their other ocs, because why not (Bullworth academy is a lively place, afterall xd)

She lost her face in an explosion after mixing the wrong ingredients in chemistry class, that's why she wears prosthetics.

Her mother is Turkish and her father is British.

She is a cool-headed person, generally neutral towards people except for her close friends.

She thinks Claire is a helpful and cute young girl. (Claire by @casinf )

No one knows Tammy's face without prosthetics expect Nora, Volt, and Gary.

She wasn't even upset about losing her face, she thought it was different from others and stood out.

She usually hangs out in the art class and spends most of her time there.

She doesn't like the preps because of their snobbery, except for Nora and Tad!

She considers Volt to be her best friend because she loves how he listens to her without complaining. (Volt by @paullll-novg )

She enjoys reading books and manga, as well as watching anime.

She missed Halloween because she was too engrossed in her drawings (Unhappy about that.)

She is not interested in old-time fashion, but thanks to Ruth, she sometimes likes to talk to her about 1950s and 1960s women's fashion. (Ruth by @fairyk133 )

Gary's only friend (maybe more than friends), but Tammy is still suspicious about it (she thinks he'll betray her like he did to Jimmy.)

Other alternative outfits and what does Tammy wear?

[collectingsorrows444]

Hey guys! :) Just drawing more silly stuff (fan art/doodles or sketches)

*drags myself from out of my grave of schoolwork*

Operation Ichor AU! By @slumbrr-r (GO CHECK THEM OUT!! Make sure to take breaks too, Slumbrr :D )

CHARACTERS INCLUDED:

Lumine by @gyan81 (sorry lol, I’ve never drawn characters holding any guns or weapons similar to such)

Wafi and Lina by @segagrimreaper (digital and traditional versions bc I personally think the traditional one is better but I really wanted to color it digitally)

Atri and Achelois by @theinfamousmaybelle (SEND MORE OF THE CUTIES PLS)

Carne by @youlookveryinterested (I kept frustrating myself with how the butcher knife would be held and which way, so I gave up sorry if it looks a little funny😭)

Cherri by @lilatheglitchybunny (every time I try to draw her smile, I start getting Sans AU/Undertale war flashbacks. 😭)

Holmes, Toots, and Shrimpo by @genderlessjacky (I owe you a real piece of art for them, just not this one)t

Teensy by @a-peanut11 (SHES SO CUTE OMG??)

Periot by @frenchcowws (my gf :D she finally has a blog now :> encouraging her to post/do art! She’s a very good artist :D )

POV: When your traditional art is better than your digital art 😔 (or the other way around)

One of my favorite girlbosses

Yeah so, basically another summary of the two I guess? (I bet there at least a bit of mutual understanding for each other. I promise real art will be made of Holmes’s family soon.)

Kiran thinks very highly of others around her.

CAPTIONS + ADDED COMMENTARY: a fucking termite bomb (or hornets) || *a dick move and she knows it! However, she does have a pest problem. Besides, if you (usually being a customer) don’t like bugs, she’ll try to keep them out of sight.*

(Idk, don’t ask me. She said she wanted to have a bomb and came up to have termites in them?? We both thought it would be funny and fit Periot’s character well. RIP if you don’t like bugs)

Canonically, she’s supposed to have a bounty or target on her head :)

“Mama, I’m in love with a criminal—“

My stummy been hurting a bit this week so :( But I promise you I have been drawing concepts and will add more lore for both Kirans (OG and Operation Ichor!version) soon! :)

(literally keep getting sick everytime I start to get better.. JUMPING)

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival markings ♦️

Yakumo

You'll have to ask a few times before you'll do anything. The only stipulation is no biting. He's so afraid his teeth will be too sharp. That he'll hurt you. That you'll hate him for it. So he leaves soft hisses until you give him those big puppy eyes he's weak to. Then he'll give you hickeys. Tiny ones that last maybe 3 days, and peppers them all over. He makes them easy to hide if you want, but he blushes every time he sees one.

Edmond

You have to BEG him to mark you. Eventually he will give in. You don't even have to be in the bedroom when your nagging finally makes him snap. He grabs your forearm tight, and brings your wrists up. Chomping down to leave a mean looking mark right on your pulse point. He sounds angry, scolding you for harassing a knight on duty, but you can see the slight pink on his ears as he suppresses a blush.

Olivine

Any marks he leaves on you are completely accidental. Mostly bruises from his fingertips. He's so strong that sometimes in the heat of the moment he can't help but grab a little too hard. If he sees the marks while you're still fucking he'll mumble dumbly about how beautiful they look on you. His voice reverent. Though if he notices them after, his post nut clarity will make him feel so guilty. He will kiss each one to make them feel better.

Quincy

He doesn't usually let himself get carried away enough to mark you. However, on the rare occasion that he does, you're going to have a massive bite mark on your throat. Not the meaty parts. I mean throat. One set of teeth on either jugular, with your windpipe in between. He loves it. You look so good bearing his mark. Like it fulfills something so primal and pure inside him. He'll leave bites in other places too. Convenient places where he doesn't get a chance to think before chomping down. Your shoulder, maybe your leg as it's hooked over his shoulder, your hand that was resting on his shoulder a moment ago…

Kuya

He will be that jerk who leaves a hickey right under your jawline. Super visible and impossible to hide. He does it to annoy you mostly. Now, if somehow he gives in to that urge to mark an actual claim on you, you won't notice him bite the base of your nape, but you'll feel it every time you move your head. A constant reminder, subtle as it is. He'll deny it means anything. Unfortunately the only ones who will know what it really means are Quincy and Karu, so he's a little cautious when they come around. Not that you notice the slight edge he gets because he hides it so well. He can't have you knowing just how much you mean to him.

Blade

He read in a book that people bite the crux of the neck and shoulder. So he does. Not hard, but with shark teeth like his it really doesn't take much to leave a deep mark. He likes watching hickeys turn colors on your skin. Says it's so pretty! And that the sounds you make are so cute! Of course he thinks it's cute. This is still Blade we're talking about.

Garu

Scratches all down your back. His teeth ache to sink into you, but he's so scared to hurt you. Instead leaving thin red marks like rivers on the landscape of your back. Maybe some on your chest. Or really anywhere that he grabs for purchase.

Karu

Anywhere he can. Seriously. It's part of his wolf nature to want to mark and claim his mate. Lots of bites of varying depth and location. Some are even hard enough to draw blood. He'll lick the wounds clean later, or at least Garu will. He's so proud when you walk around with his bites visible, and gets mad when you try to cover them up. Seriously, don't try to cover all of them unless you want him jealous and giving you more in spots you can't hide.

Dante

He won't leave any marks on you until he is smitten, but of course he will never admit it. So one day when he's sucking your fingers so he can watch you prep yourself, he just gives a little nibble. Okay, maybe not little. Hard enough to leave a deep imprint of his teeth around the base of your ring finger. He claims it means nothing, but every time he looks at it his stomach twists with the words he wishes he could say.

Rei

He doesn't really have a preference where he marks you. So for a while he'll mark multiple spots. See where you like it best. Eventually he does enjoy it. The way it makes you gasp and squirm. The way your fingers ghost over the marks for days after. Who would have thought something so small could get so many interesting reactions.

Eiden

Can't go wrong with a classic hickey on the collar bone! He's respectful enough to ask before leaving anything in a visible location, but once he gets permission he gets that fucking smirk on his face. He's so teasing with it. Licking and asking if this is where you want the next one. Going so agonizingly slow. Afterwards he massages the areas so it doesn't hurt as much. He likes the action of marking rather than the marks themselves.

Aster

Bites on the neck? I mean, yeah. That kinda comes with the territory of being a vampire. He's less territorial than some of the others, and says he doesn't care if you cover up his marks. While it's true he may not be as possessive as say Dante, Kuya, or Karu, he still gets fussy when you intentionally cover his bites. Makes him feel like you're rejecting him in an intimate way that he doesn't really understand or want to confront.

Morvay

He LOVES leaving hickeys on your upper inner thighs, and your lower stomach. Framing his favorite part of your body. He likes being the only one to see all the marks, but he also loves when your shirt rides up and he, and others, just get a tiny peek at the marks he left on you.

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a companion banter episode 5 : Taash

Banter written with my Rook in mind, read more about him here!

Part 1 (Neve) | Part 2 (Bellara) | Part 3 (Davrin) | Part 4 (Harding) | Part 5 (Taash) | Part 6 (Emmrich) | Part 7 (Lucanis) |

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Taash: “Cal.” Cal: “Taash.” Taash: “You want food tonight?” Cal: “Ideally. What are we eating?” Taash: “Hearty chum. It’s fish stew.” Cal: “Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever had that. That'll be exciting!” Cal: "I liked that Hearty chum. You wanna do food again sometime?" Taash: "Sure. Your turn to cook though." Cal: "Sure. Nevarran flatbread with yogurt dip and candied sage leaves, how does that sound?" Taash: "Make it spicy." Cal: "Hmm.. maybe I can add some spices to the flatbread, sure." Cal: “Taash.” Taash: “Cal.” Cal: “You seem tense, around your mother.” Taash: “Yeah.” Cal: “I think she’s just trying to be supportive, in her own way.” Taash: “I know.” Taash: “So Cal, are you interested in dragons?” Cal: “Yeah. Who isn’t?” Taash: “Your death mage colleague.” Cal: “Oh, what? I’m so disappointed in him.” Taash: “Well, at least not all necromancers are boring.” Cal: “Will you tell me about them? Dragons, I mean. Not necromancers. I know about those.” Taash: “Uh, yeah. Of course!”

Taash: “So, blue and white scales, red markings, frost breath, no horns.” Cal: “Uhhh.. Mistral?” Taash: “Nope. Mistral has yellow markings.” Cal: “Damn. Come on, think...Oh! Kaltenzhan!” Taash: “Nice, you got it!”

Taash: “Wide horns, copper hide, green accent, firebreather.” Cal: “Sandy Howler?” Taash: “Nope, that has downturned horns.” Cal: “Then it’s an Abyssal.” Taash: “Yeah, nice! Getting better.”

Taash: “Curved horns like a ram, dark purple scales, orange markings, lightning breath.” Cal: “Gamordan Stormrider.” Taash: “Yes! Good job, got it in one go!”

Taash: “So what’s your favourite dragon?” Cal: “Hivernal. I love it’s colours, it’s flat head is kinda cute, too. That whole genus without horns is so unique. The Kaltenzhan, the hivernal, the mistral..” Taash: “You like the hornless dragons?” Cal: “I guess I identify with them being a little different.” Taash: “Huh. I guess I get that. My favourite is the Frostback.” Cal: “Good choice. Is it because their horns look like yours?” Taash: “Yeah. And they’re the biggest!”

Taash: “Cal. You ever struggle with your gender?” Cal: “Oh yeah, I grew up telling Vorgoth I was a boy. Transitioned when I was pretty young.” Taash: “So.. you understand struggling with your identity.” Cal: “Yeah. I still do, sometimes, even if I’m happy with myself now.” Taash: “Huh. You mind talking, later?” Cal: “Of course. But only if you bring snacks.” Taash: *chuckling* “Sure.”

Taash: “Cal?” Cal: “Yes Taash?” Taash: “What do you see when you look at me?” Cal: “I see confidence. I see power. I see a dragon who has been tied down all their life and now they long to spread their wings. And your cooking isn’t half bad either.” Taash: “...Thanks.”

Cal: “You know Taash, I think your mother was just trying to relate to your struggle when she compared it to- what did she say- ‘Qun Atok?’” Taash: “Aqun Athlok, yes.” Cal: “So what does it mean?” Taash: “It means to be born as one gender but live as another. Like you.” Cal: “Still a little one or the other, isn’t it?” Taash: “Right, that’s why it doesn’t quite apply to me. I’m neither. There’s no word for it.” Cal: “Well did you know certain mushroom species have over a thousand separate sexes? Maybe we can find a word with one of them.” Taash: “Huh. Yeah. Maybe.”

Taash: “So you like mushrooms huh?” Cal: “Yes! I love mushrooms. Both to eat and to learn about and study. In Nevarra, it’s common to be vegetarian, so mushrooms are used often as a substitute for meat.” Taash: “But you do eat meat.” Cal: “Yeah, I don’t identify as a vegetarian.” Taash: “Good, ‘cause tonight is Armada Special night.”

Taash: “I think you’re right, about my mother. She was trying to relate to my issue by drawing from something she knew. It just wasn’t what I wanted to hear from her at that moment.” Cal: “What did you want to hear?” Taash: “I accept you as you are. I love you as you are.” Cal: “I do.” Taash: “Thank you.”

Taash: “So, you banging Lucanis?” Calais: “Banging? Bit of a crude descriptor. We’re in love.” Taash: “Aww. What about Spite?” Calais: “He’s there too, usually.” Taash: “Kinky.” Calais: “He goes away if we ask.” Taash: “Do you ask?” Calais: “Sometimes."

Taash: “So, Lucanis. How big is he?” Calais: “Maker’s breath, I will not be telling you that.” Taash: “Alright. How big are you?” Calais: *chuckling* “5’5.” Taash: *laughing* “Perfectly average.”

[suddencolds]

Hello! I'm not sure if you remember, I'm a Korean reader who left the comment for a few months ago. As I mentioned before, it was so hard finding any snz fic or any of this culture in my country. When I first joined the forum site and discovered your fics, I've really enjoyed reading all of your Yves& Vincent fics many times. Time has passed now, but they're still very special to me. Thank you for the amazing writings.

I drew a fan cartoon from the first episode(Erika's home party scene), and I would love to give this to you as a gift. It hasn't been long since I joined Tumblr, so I'm not sure if this is the right place of sending fan arts💦

+ ) Oh, and about my account... One of my friends knows my account, so it's not easy to reveal my fetish on my account if you wonder why it doesn't look like a fetish one ..😅 But I can say I'm truly into it

+) And I'm sorry if I made you feel pressured all of a sudden by this😢

Still, I'm really rooting for you from afar, thank you!

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO?@!$?>!@>?@?>@$?>>?@$!?>$!>?

I ACTUALLY GASPED OPENING MY INBOX TO THIS???!?!??!?!??!?!??! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I AM SO HONORED THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME TO DRAW THEM????? IT'S SO COOL GETTING TO SEE THIS SCENE IN A VISUAL COMIC FORMAT 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ THANK YOU SO MUCH???????

going to add more screaming under the cut because man do I have so many things to say

I am really happy you chose this scene (from Fool Me Twice pt. 3) to draw; it's actually one of my personal favorites :') your Vincent is SO CUTE 😭 He's so outwardly nonchalant about all of this (but the slight flush to his cheeks is getting me 🤭 Right after he says 'She'll probably be expecting us to kiss' too???? I love the implication that he is perhaps less composed about all of this than he appears to be 😊‼️)

THE FACT THAT VINCENT CUPS YVES'S JAW TO KISS HIM??? AND THE WAY YVES CLOSES HIS EYES INTO THE KISS??? I really love how you drew all the tension and uncertainty leading up to that point... but then when they kiss it just feels so natural 😭 I also love the way you framed this... the balcony railing and the atmosphere of having the fireworks in the background go off when the countdown ends 😭!!! And the framing shot of the party inside... I am still so in awe that you made an entire comic of the scene?????? I feel so honored??????

ALSO YVES 😭😭😭 the intimacy of seeing it drawn and seeing him snz in such close proximity to Vincent is genuinely setting me on fire 😭 aLSO THE WAY HE TURNS AWAY SO QUICKLY AND COVERS HIS WHOLE FACE WITH HIS HAND??? 😳😵‍💫 The frame where his hand lingers over his face as he sniffles is sooo cute... he looks so embarrassed and apologetic 🥹❤️ I am so normal about this (I am not normal at all)

Vincent's "You don't have to worry about that :)" is making me giggle too 😭 Also I am in love with how you drew both their hair?? I want to give your Yves a hug so badly omg 😭

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR TAKING THE TIME TO DRAW THEM????? Seeing this made me so happy 😭 I no joke like hopped onto my bed and rolled around smiling 😭 You put so much thought into the placement for everything; the way you drew Y + V's expressions and their body language feels very thoughtful and nuanced, and it's just such a treat to see the scene unfold like this :') I am so endlessly grateful 🙇‍♀️❤️

[grandhotelabyss]

You said in your ancient Sandman blog post there’s a way to read Death as the villain of the comic. Would you elaborate on that?

Can we distinguish her cheery pragmatism from a complacent nihilism? It may be poetically apt for Death to have the manner of a good service worker, a cute (but not conventionally sexy) barista, the better to draw us in to her realm; a comparison to Gaiman as crowd-pleasing author, crowd-pleasing because of his charmingly "harmless" put-on, and comfortable in the routine exercise of his vocation, behind which he is monstrous, suggests itself. But if Gaiman were more spiritually serious, or spiritually serious at all, he would have shown what hides behind Death's human-flattering veneer, would've given Death a Krishna-reveals-himself-to-Arjuna moment, as Alan Moore might have. (This point applies to the portrayal of all the Endless, but it would have been most damaging to Death qua the series icon and mascot, as Gaiman's canny projection of the self-image of the female audience he pursued.) This unintentional ambiguity—pragmatic cheer as the camouflage of lethal power—exists on the plot level, too. I understand Gaiman wished to use the structure of a Classical tragedy, but still, his more novelistic literary mode gives us free rather than fated characters. On her first appearance, Death chides Dream for not asking for her help—but once the situation becomes clear, why doesn't she do anything? Why does allow Desire's plot to unfold to the bitter end? Death enframes Dream's story; she is essentially complicit in the scheme against him. The rules governing the Endless seem mutable enough—Destruction leaves, Delight becomes Delirium, and, indeed, Desire scripts Dream's doom—which means that Death could attempt to avert the tragedy. But why should she? The whole narrative tends toward death, and thus toward Death. The moral of the series is that Dream must change, but fan-favorite Death remains throughout the most static character, and morally undamaged by her stasis, or so the narrative implies. She enforces the status quo in the series' universe: a cute authoritarian. Behind her mask is Gaiman's own complacency and ruthlessness; the mask itself is his preferred erotic type, a spiritedly young but ultimately docile woman.

[pixelatedraindrops]

RAINCODE X SANRIO????

I think we’re ALL excited about the collab. And I am ecstatic that Yuma and Makoto got characters from the Cinnamonroll universe. They’re all so adorable just like they are! 💜 (LLOROMANIC are also my second favorite sanrio characters behind Kuromi, who sadly ended up w Yomi ;w;)

More Rambling + unmasked Makoto bellow

Now I know that Shinigami already has My Melody in the collab but HEAR ME OUT HERE!

LLOROMANIC (also known as Berry and Cherry) are in a way, dark counterparts to Cinnamonroll and also his rivals. (and also his name spelled backwards) They try to make life hell for Cinnamonroll (by playing pranks bc sanrio is a mostly tame and innocent franchise) so then it got me to thinking.

Isn’t that exactly what Shinigami does to Yuma? And tbh Makoto would too. The bullying and pranking would be endless. I even headcanon that if the three lived together as human roommates/siblings, they would both tease and torment poor Yuma in stupid ways.

So I put my favorite silly trio each with their own separate character, Yuma w Cinna, Makoto with Berry and Shinigami with Cherry. (Cherry also fits Shinigami’s aesthetic way more to me)

I feel like this fits a bit better, but when it comes to Sanrio collabs, the LLOROMANIC are a package deal and they have to come together. So it’s understandable why the collab went as it did.

I just wanted to try drawing out my idea x3 Even if it’s not canon. I think its very cute regardless ~

I really hope I can get merch of this collab someday… I have a MIGHTY NEED for it… ;w;

[zerogravityinq]

Maybe I haven't been reading the same thing but I don't see male omegas becoming more feminine when pregnant?

Like yeah some are chill with being called Mom/Mother by their kids and we aren't gonna poke the sleeping bear that is lactation, but like all the ficts I read (and manga/manhwa) if a character is fem by the end of the story, they were already like that at the beginning. Same for if they were masculine.

Examples!

Surge Towards You, with Yi-rim, he is small, delicate and cute. He is an Olympian for Figure Skating but it's not startling to see him pregnant because he gives very fem vibes. If he didn't have shonen anime boy hair, he could pass for a girl.

Low Tide In Twilight, Euihyun is an in-between where you could reasonably guess he's an omega since he's small but that's more mild starvation than anything. He kicks a lot of ass and takes no guff. He could pass as a beta if he attempted to (ignoring pheromones).

Smyrna and Capri, Theo is admittedly an alpha who can get pregnant which is very non-traditional but he doesn't become more fem from this. He still has ruts and fangs but also doesn't grow a beard or anything. This is really leaning on Brother Without A Tomorrow art style and their preference for masculine ukes (also his mom can pass for a dude easy so again, art style) than anything else.

My Wife is an Alpha, both in the couple are male alphas and the one that ends up pregnant doesn't grow a beard but is decidedly masculine. He was like that at the start of the story and is like that at the end.

Of course exceptions to the above and what I have read are kink ficts/porn because the point of those are titillation not characterization.

Also there is a non zero chance that I just don't read stories with feminization of the bottom in it? Like outside of AO3 there are no tags for such but maybe I just don't like the vibes and didn't bother? 🤷 I used to read some wild stuff around 2003/2004-ish (that I probably shouldn't have been reading tbh) so maybe it's in that soup of memory for me?? Dunno.

Walk with me, I have a thought.

Women, when pregnant, sometimes get accelerated hair growth. It grows thicker, longer, etc and not just on their head.

Male omegas that are pregnant - do they grow thicker beards or are finally able to grow beards or does it fall out with the (assumed) rush of estrogen?

I usually write it as their beard falls out but like then I thought on the factoid I started this ask with and that one trans dude that was pregnant some years ago had a full beard If I recall correctly.

Tldr: will Bruce have a full beard when the twins are born, be clean shaven or still be scruffy like he was in BvS?

(dunno where this thought came from but it's here 🤷)

(also congrats on getting The Ninth Wave out. Writing is hard 😂😭)

Thank you so much! Hopefully getting another chapter out today. As for Bruce’s facial hair in that fic, I’ve been writing him as keeping it. I don’t personally love the trope of male omegas becoming more feminine during pregnancy, esp since I wrote this world as single sex a/b/o. That’s also why Bruce was still scruffy etc when he was heavily suppressed.

What will it look like when the twins are born? Folks will just have to wait and see 😈