#mint green is DEFINITELY his color

[vivacious-viridian]

"I'll probably post once in a blue moon" I say as I post two nights in a row

[number1jeonginstan]

Ok, so sry to be bothering you... AGAIN😭Guess who's back with some more hard thoughts~?

But this has been on my mind all weekend

Lee Know asking if you wanted to hang out with him and the boy who r also bringin their girlfriends. He gives you the context of amusement park or arcade. You're like, I know the perfect outfit. It's a collared crop-top and a pleated skirt(idk what colors ill let you decide on that) The skirt just hugs your waist so nicely that it gets him hard. So he purposefully throws his glasses to the other side of the bed(It's against the wall), when you're not looking and asks so sweetly, "Hey, Baby? Can u get my glasses for me." And when you do what he asks he can see your cute little cotton panties and he can't help himself. He pushes you on the bed and devours you While he's fucking you, he's like, "Who were you dressing up for huh? Such a little slut with that tiny skirt. Trynna flirt with my friends?" He knows you would never but he's just too riled up

But, idk, just hard thoughts

-🥠

A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST. I loved writing this, because Lee Know is definitely very protective, and seeing you in that short of a skirt would make him go feral…

WC: 1.9k

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: bf! Lee Know x afab!Reader

Warnings: Lee Know calling reader a slut, unprotected sex, one ass slap, spitting… 

It was finally the weekend and you were excited to relax and do nothing with Minho. You were upside down on your bed, scrolling through your phone when he barged into your shared room. 

“Babe!” he yelled, running towards you, Soonie following behind him, swishing his tail. “Yeah what’s up?” you replied, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. “Okay so, you know that new arcade that opened,” he said while sitting on the bed. 

Soonie followed suit, jumping and curling into a ball next to you. “Yeah?” you replied, unsure where he was going with this. “Well, the boys wanted to go with their girlfriends, and they invited us.”  

You just giggled along as he continued to explain. “Well, he rented out the place for us to play, so do you want to go?” He flopped onto the bed next to you, arms behind his head waiting for your response. 

“Yeah, how long do we have though, we can go get lunch beforehand.” You said, slowly getting up. “We have a couple hours, it’s only 11, and they were thinking around 5 so we can go out and watch a movie after.” 

“That works for me, let me go get ready.” You fully got up from the bed, giving Minho a kiss as you went to take a shower. 

Before you got into the bathroom he yelled at you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to join!” in a teasing voice. You stuck your head out of the bathroom sticking out your tongue to him and locking the door. 

You were only wrapped around in a towel as you got out of the shower, your body still a bit damp. You got out of the shower to meet Minho’s eyes tracing your body in the towel “Do you want to go in while the water is still hot?” you asked him. 

He put down his phone, rubbed Soonie’s chin, and walked up towards you. “You really should have taken my offer and showered with me,” he said, kissing your lips and heading to the bathroom. 

You just giggled, turning around and heading into your shared walk-in closet. You wanted to dress comfortably, but also cutely for the arcade. Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold, so you could get away with wearing just a skirt. You looked through your closet finding the new shirt you had just purchased, a mint-green collared shirt, and a pleated denim mini-skirt that worked perfectly with the shirt you chose. 

Minho was still in the shower as you began to do your makeup. Sitting at the vanity mirror in your shared bedroom, you were contemplating doing just light makeup because you guys weren’t going anywhere special. 

Minho had gotten out of the shower, towel still on his hips as you were applying your concealer. “What shirt should I wear?” he said from behind you, looking at you through the mirror. “I think a hoodie would look good, don’t you?” 

He just nodded, kissing your temple, not fully seeing the outfit you were wearing, too occupied thinking about his own. As he finished finding an outfit, he placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, laying on the bed waiting for you. 

His back was towards the headboard, scrolling through bubble asking stays what he should eat for lunch as he finally looked up at you. You had gotten up to wet your beauty blender, what you vowed perfected your dewy makeup, which he always laughed up. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch. He had never seen that shirt before, or that skirt. 

The skirt hugged your torso perfectly, flaring out on your smooth thighs. The shirt on the other hand was his favorite color. He could see the outline of your bra, and he could feel himself getting hard.  You had been holding out on him, and he wanted you right there and then. He started thinking about what colored panties you were wearing under your skirt. How easy it would be to bend you over and see them. He put his plan into action. Before you came back, he threw his glasses to the other side of the room. You would be a good little girlfriend and receive it for him if he asked.

As you sat back down, he was trying to think of a way to get your attention. You had finally finished your look, applying mascara to your lashes, and you looked at him through the mirror. “Where did your glasses go?” you asked, taking note of the frames no longer being on his face. “I sneezed and now I don’t know where they are.”

“Do you want me to find them for you?” you asked, getting up from your chair and walking around in search of them. He just nodded, getting up as you bent over on the floor in hopes of finding them. They had ended up under the bed, as you bent over, trying to get them, Minho had rutted his crotch on top of yours, throat around your neck. 

He pulled you off the floor, putting your back directly against his chest, and whispered in your ear. “Who did you dress like such a slut for?” 

Before you could say anything, he threw you on the bed. You squealed in surprise, Minho was dominant, but he had never done anything like this before. “Fuck, look wearing white panties and acting all innocent while dressing like a slut.” 

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Minho said, opening your mouth by pressing it together with his hands. “Take my spit like a good girl okay? Let me mark you.” 

You stuck out your tongue, waiting for him to put his fingers in your mouth, but instead, he spit into it. The string of saliva still being there as he told you to close your mouth. “Stop gaping at me like a fish, and swallow.” 

You just nodded, closing your mouth and swallowing his saliva. “Good kitten, now turn around I wanna see your pussy.” 

You did as he asked, turning around, your ass facing out as your face was slightly faced into the bed. He could already see a wet spot on your panties, “What a whore, already wet from me just spitting in your mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t even prep you?” 

You just whined at his words, begging for any sort of stimulation, and began humping the air slightly. “Fuck, can’t even wait for sir to make you feel good. Maybe I should just get off by myself?” 

“No please, will be good, will be good for you Sir.” you pleaded, you needed him. “Then be a good girl, and listen at once.” 

He smacked your ass, eliciting a moan from your lips. “Fuck, gonna eat this pussy like it’s my last meal.”

He kissed your thighs, slowly going up to your covered pussy, kissing the fabric. He slowly took the fabric off of you, letting out a sigh of contentment when he saw how wet you were for him. “Sir please” you moaned, feeling the cool air coming in contact with your bare cunt. 

“Shut up or else” he groaned into your cunt, wanting to enjoy the moment. You quickly became quiet, covering your mouth with your hand as he began to lick a stripe in between your folds. He flipped you around, wanting to be face-to-face with your cunt. 

You began to try and take off your skirt, but he slapped your hand away. “Wanna fuck you while you are wearing this skirt. Want to make you cum in this so it reminds you of who owns you whenever you wear it.” 

You just nod your head, placing your hands on your face as he begins to suck on your clit. Licking it and sucking on it as he began to slip one of his veiny fingers into your cunt. “Fuck baby, taste so good, only for me right?” 

You moaned as he began to thrust his finger inside of you, still sucking on your clit. “Take off your shirt and your bra, I want you to play with your tits.” 

You did as he asked as he still ate you out, barely able to comprehend anything as you felt the fabric of your bra shifting off your nipples. He looked up from your cunt, your juices splayed against his chin as he leaned in to kiss you. 

You could taste yourself on him, moaning as one of his fingers came to pinch your nipple. “Be a good girl and play with them for me okay?” He said kissing your lips another time. You nodded, bringing your fingers to them, as he began to take off his shirt. You could feel his cock rub against your thigh as he was doing so. 

It was getting to be a bit much, you were soaked and you needed him inside of you. You pawed at his pants, trying to get them off faster. “Fuck baby, that’s why you wore this skirt, because you want my cock that bad?” 

You nodded, “Can I please have your cock sir?” you begged. He obliged, reaching over to get a condom, but you stopped him. “Want you in me raw today” and he groaned out loud. “Fuck baby, want to wake around with my cum? Want everyone to know you belong to me?” 

You nodded, “want everyone to know that I’m your Sir.” 

“So my baby isn’t a slut for my friends, she’s just a slut for my cock,” he said, kissing your lips again. 

He began aligning his cock with your cunt, slapping your clit a few times with his tip, trying to get you to squirm underneath him. “Please sir, I need it” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him trying to get him to put it in already.

He finally obliged, slowly putting his cock into you, inch by inch. “Fuck kitten, you are so tight, I need to fuck this cunt more often then? Get you nice and stretched out for me so I can use you anytime.” 

“Yes sir, please fuck me anytime, where ever you want, will be good for you.” 

He fucked into you like a madman as soon as you said that, his cock disappearing under your skirt and into your tight pussy was all he needed. “Fuck baby, this cunt is squeezing me so tight.” 

He could feel your cunt squeeze around him, fluttering, so he brought down his hand rubbing your clit as he sped up his place a bit. “Are you close kitten?” 

“Yes sir, need your cum, please need it in me.” Your pussy was convulsing around him and you could feel yourself reaching your peak, especially because he was hitting the spongey spot inside you. “Fuck kitten, cum for sir, cum on my cock.” 

That was all you needed to cum around him, moaning his name over and over again. That was all Minho needed to cum inside you. 

He slowly pulled out, watching your pussy dribble out the mixture of both your cum onto your skirt, ruining it. 

“Fuck baby, sorry if that was too much,” he said, trying to fix your hair a bit. You just giggled, falling back into his arms. “At least this time we won’t be too late” you giggled into his ear. He just laughed, you still in his arms, 

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸

18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe

AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!

William Rex

Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!  

Harrison Gray

Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!

Liam Evans

You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!

Elbert Greetia

Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.

Alfons Sylvatica

Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.

Roger Barel

Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...

Victor

Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”

Jude Jazza

Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!

Ellis Twilight

He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.

[kinley-cafe]

Kinley Café Current Menu

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Drinks

🔥 "You Still Owe Me that Beer" Float  A deliciously tart and creamy root beer float made with quality craft beer and decadent French vanilla ice cream. This delightful treat comes with one turnout straw and one flight suit straw. 🔥 Fake Mouth Static Sparkling Tea  Extra fizzy kshhh butterfly tea ksshhh with honey, berries ksshhh and a helicopter ice cube 🔥 Cat 5 hurricane Cappuccino A rich and creamy cappuccino in a (possibly stolen) LAFD Helicopter themed mug.  🔥 “I took a guess” Mystery Coffee  Not like that. It’s definitely not what you want, but Buck tried his best and that’s all that matters. It's a random coffee with undisclosed, completely random ingredients, served in a green to-go coffee cup wrapped in a cardboard coffee cup sleeve, decorated all over with brown hearts and flames. 🔥“That Fire Was A Beast” thirst quencher  Hydrating strawberry dragon fruit, topped with whipped cream and soot colored chocolate drizzle. Served in a fire hydrant cup.

🔥 “You’re a vision” Birthday Cake Hot Chocolate A flirty and festive Belgian hot chocolate served in a red and blue cup, topped with a cloud of confetti whipped cream.

🔥 Buck’s Cozy Cup of Tea A nice, hot cup of black tea with lemon and honey. Each cup is wrapped securely with an (un)official LAFD crocheted cozy.

🔥 Harbor Station Pumpkin Spice Latte A mix of delicious traditional fall spices, topped with whipped cream and cinnamon. It’s served in a special Air Ops Winged Cup with a golden pumpkin stirrer.

🔥 Saturday Sparkling Cider A warm malted cider, with all the Saturday Night craft flavor, and none of the alcohol. Served at room temperature so it’s not too hot, and not too cold. It’s just what you’re ready for.

Desserts

🔥 118 Cream Donut Bavarian Cream Donuts with fire engine red strawberry frosting and ember sprinkles.

🔥 Flying Lessons Fudge Bon Bons Delicious fudge-filled bon bons molded with a headset and wrapped in a pilot jumpsuit colored wrapper.

🔥 Are We Still Talking About Cake? Layered Vanilla cake with Strawberries, buttercream icing and a candy LAFD logo. Go ahead and take it to your table. So you can eat it.

🔥 Open Channel Chocolate Muffin Chocolate muffins topped with cream cheese frosting and chocie talkies (chocolate walkie talkie shaped chips) 🔥“I’m An Ally” Cookie Bar Delicious copycat Italian cookie bars with bisexual flag layers. Made for any ally, or…more than an ally.

🔥 Date Night Cookie Pizza A delicious skillet cookie pizza topped with ice cream strawberries and. A perfect treat for your (hopefully) uninterrupted first date.

🔥 “Be With Your Man” Brown Sugar Mug Cake This warm and delicious brown sugar mug cake captures the ambiance of Buck and Tommy’s cozy dinner at home. The patterns on the cup are inspired by items from Buck’s dinner table.

🔥 Adorable Apple Pie Super sweet mini apple pies baked by Tommy as an ode to Buck and just how adorable he is. Each one is baked in a turnout tin and brushed with strawberry jam to resemble Buck’s birthmark.

🔥 Firefighter’s Flaming Candy Apple A sweet, sugar candy coated California grown Gala apple, decorated with a blazing flame.

Buck’s Happy Hour

🔥“I am free” This eye opener cocktail is a refreshing and invigorating beverage that features rich coffee with deep, malty notes of stout that lingers in your mouth, much like the sweet taste of a first kiss. It combines vodka, cold-brew coffee, coffee liqueur, stout beer, and a sweet brown-sugar syrup. Garnished with heart shaped mint.

🔥The 24 Hour Shift A highly caffeinated, creamy cocktail with sweet and smooth flavors, made to keep you going for hours. This cocktail is blended with nitro brew, bourbon, brown sugar, and half and half, topped with whipped cream and a cinnamon stick. 🔥Intermittent Showers This cocktail is excitement in a glass. A rush of sweet, smooth and fizz, made with cold-brew coffee, club soda, berry infused rum, simple syrup, topped with silver storm cloud whipped topping and a mini chocolate helicopter.

🔥The “Tommy, Actually” Made with craft beer and espresso to combine strong, bold coffee with the rich flavors of beer, featuring the unexpected sweetness of the heavy cream, coffee liqueur, and whipped topping. Topped with whipped cream and Edible gold Air Ops Pilot Wings.

Anytime Menu

🔥 The Q Word Have you been jinxed? Order one of these special to-go combos to help you get through the chaos ahead.

🔥 “Badass Coffee Mug” Ready to go up? Order this combo whenever you’re in the mood  for a Harbor Station tour from a hot pilot to put a smile on your face.

🔥 “I Need Mo Joe” Looking for a little comfort? Maybe a certain adorable  firefighter can whip up a firehouse family combo for you

Call Dispatch (send an ask) anytime you’re looking for a little pick-me-up and put in an order for one of these combos. 

[anyamaris]

The Games We Play

Word Count-6572

Summary- Beware the fae and the games they play. Straying off the path on the way home from yet another boring date, the bustling city night gives way to the bright midday sun. Confused yet intrigued, you stumble upon a beautiful man by a stream who is much more than he seems.

Pairing- Pixie!Felix x fem!Reader

Trope-Fantasy AU/Strangers to lovers au, smut

Rating- 18+ MDNI

Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), some deception (he's a fae after all) but the intercourse is definitely consensual, he's a bit cheeky with a touch of playful meanness, as always 18+ Minors dni

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @ksmutsociety @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo @1-800-shedevil @woosanbby

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A/N-This is my first time writing Felix and it's my second addition to the Thrill of the Hunt collab with CODN. Make sure you check out all the authors stories!

@sanjoongie I swear I couldn't have done this one without you, all of your help and listening to me rant about anything and everything. This one is definitely dedicated to you 💘

@starlitmark your beta read really helped me finish this and I can't thank you enough! I love you!

@1-800-shedevil thank you so much for reading and letting me know how I'm doing, as well as being encouraging and supportive as you always are, I adore you!

@mint-yooxgi as always my partner in crime and aus, you are always there to hype me and keep me going, I love love love you!

“And the return on my stocks-” your date was droning on, and you dip your head to take a sip of your water to cover your yawn.  

You have no idea why you continue to try to date in this city.  In your personal experience, there were only three outcomes from such excursions.  

One was the scenario you currently find yourself in; a boring, pretentious date who just wanted to talk about money, politics, his most recent car purchase.  Too full of themselves to even ask a single question about you without having to volunteer anything on your own.

The second was the overly eager, handsy types that were a little too interested in you, but for all the wrong reasons.  Your last date had asked what color panties you’d worn ‘for him’ as the waitress tried not to drop the salad into your lap.

And of course, there was the third.  The dates that started well, they seemed very interested in you as well as being interesting themselves.  Enough to make you let down your guard, but not enough to have you escaping out a bathroom window.  

Yet this third category was pure chaos for you, and not in a fun way.  Between finding out the guy has a girlfriend by the approach of a second date, or they turn into the complete opposite of what they represented during the date….

At least the first two were up front about what they were.  Dating has just become boring, annoying, lame.  

Between your work life draining you six days a week, and little to no social life, it was soul sucking when you had to listen to some suit drone on about the cost of his designer socks.

So here you found yourself, struggling through another boring meal, smiling and nodding along with a bombardment of information you will forget the moment you walk out the door.  

Sighing, you look up at the night sky, wondering if there is more to life than this monotony. 

Declining the shared cab with your date, you bid him goodbye and decided to take the long route to your apartment.

The park was quiet, the surrounding trees muffling the busy sounds of the city behind you.  

Stopping to appreciate the plush green grass, you slip off your shoes to leave the path and let your bare feet sink into the cool blades.  

There was a small clearing with a beautiful tree that you’d always longed to read a book under, if only you could find the time.

The urge to just go sit underneath it right this very moment hits you hard and before you realize it, your legs are moving on their own.  

“It won’t hurt anything if I just take a moment…” you find yourself saying, blinking lazily as the sunlight cuts through the leaves over your head.  

“So pretty…” you hum before it suddenly hits you.  

Sunlight? It was night time….

The sound of rushing water plays in your ears as you spin around, shoes still dangling off your fingers.  “What the f-” you whisper under your breath, taking in the terrain around you.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore…” you hum mindlessly as your brain tries to process where you are.  For some reason, you can hear your granny’s cackle in your mind as you let out a weary sigh.  

“Stumbled across a faery ring, did ya?” 

“Oh Gran…” you sigh, shaking your head.  

Folklore and fairytales, but she’d always warned you.  

“It’s a dream, I just fell asleep in the park.” You shrug, not really believing it as you turn to look up at the midday sky, and the lush green plains that appeared to end in a rocky drop off in the distance.  

“Well…this is better than my stuffy date.” you snort, marching along the mossy earth to the edge of a wide stream.  Rocks jutted out on either side, and the pleasant trickle of water sounds like music to your ears.  

A few moments pass before you hear the tinkling laughter of what sounds like children, eyes widening as three creatures leap across the stream.  

Their giggles sound like delicate windchimes as they call to a fourth figure, a low voice calling out what can only be obscenities, though none you’ve ever heard before.  

“Not so funny when it’s you, eh?!” a childlike voice rings out as the laughter trails off, leaving the soft sounds of the stream behind as you study the now still being.  

At first you only take in his form, the lean figure seemingly sulking at the edge of the water.

He…the creature definitely looks as if it’s a male at first glance.  The sound of the voice as well is deep and rich enough to be considered masculine.  

His obvious unhappiness is apparent as he turns and you can see him a bit better, a pout adorning his full lips as he kicks a pebble into the rushing stream.  

“This is ridiculous.” He grumbles loud enough to overhear as he kneels down to trail his fingers through the water.  

“Ridiculous!” he repeats, the childish tantrum from what appears to be a grown man has you letting out a laugh before you can stop yourself.  

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you can’t help but admire the grace at which he rises and spins as he looks in your direction.  

“Who’s there?” He calls, brilliant eyes searching.  

Green…no…blue…purple?

Your eyes widen as he meets yours, stunned by the beauty and vibrancy of their colors.

Heterochromia, you think.  One brilliant emerald green eye beside a beautiful violet blue.  

He gracefully makes his way to you, curiosity and some hesitation to his expression.

His beauty is undeniable as he comes closer, and it nearly has you speechless as he studies you.  

His platinum blonde hair curls over his ears, a spattering of freckles covering his flawless honeyed skin.  His lips speak of berries and cream, drawing your gaze as he forms words directed at you.  

Blinking as you realize he’s spoken, you flick your eyes up to his multicolored gaze. Those lips curl into what you could only call a smirk as his eyes sparkle delightedly.

“Are you lost?” he repeats, those colorful eyes closing slowly as he leans forward, appearing to inhale the air around you.  

“Lost?” you ask dumbly, shaking your head at his question.  “Can one be lost in a dream?”

His laugh is so different from his face, deep and resonant, rich and smooth like velvet on silk, caressing your aural senses.  

“Ah, this is not a dream, love.  You appear to have stumbled across a ring.” he hums as he sits upon the rock cross legged.  

“Sure it’s not, I just appeared randomly in the fae realm.” Your sarcasm laden words appear to amuse the man as he rocks back and forth to laugh once more.

“Ah you’re going to be one of those.” He hums, his smirk far too adorable to take.

“One of those?” You raise an eyebrow at his comment, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settle down on your own piece of earth.  

His sigh sounds weary to your ears.  “Yes, yes.  Those that stumble upon faery rings have a variety of reactions.  Disbelief, fear, the occasional excitement that leads to despair as they realize-” he stops suddenly, a mischievous smile curling his rosy lips.  

“Realize what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.  

He merely hums and raises one shoulder into a shrug.  “This is only a dream, remember?” He teases, raising his hands to gesture around him, palms up.  

“Why would I explain anything if you don’t think this is real?” He asks in a sing-song voice, glancing around the beautiful area.  

“Alright then, keep your secrets.” You respond with a wink and a smile, giving him your own shrug, looking away to take in the lush scenery.  

“Why are you upset then?” you ask, glancing at him from the side.  For some reason, his reaction at your response has you wanting to giggle as his lips pull down into another pout.

“Upset? I’m-” He stops, lip curling as he looks down to poke at the moss growing upon the rock.   

“A trick was played upon me.” His low voice is almost inaudible, and you have to lean forward to catch his words.  

“What sort of trick?” you ask, curious now.  “Were you lured over here as well?”

His eyebrow raises at your interest, seeming to be thinking about answering.   A moment passes as he contemplates, then he suddenly sits up and starts to rock once more.  

“I have an idea!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together delightedly.

“Why do I feel as if this isn’t a good thing…” you hum under your breath and he just pouts at you once more.  

“What is this idea?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.  

“Let’s play a game…if you win, I’ll tell you.” he says, beaming with glee at his idea.  

“And if I lose?” you inquire, feeling like he’s up to something.

“Hm….” he crosses his own arms, hand on his chin as he makes a dramatic thinking face, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“You’re just going to play some kind of weird trick on me, aren’t you?” You huff, shaking your head.  “No thanks.”  

His lips part as he gasps, eyes widening at your words.  “How little you think of me!” he says, hand upon his chest.  

“I don’t know you, so the bar is pretty low.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, play a game with me and you’ll get to know me better.” He responds, his long eyelashes fluttering over those radiant eyes.

“What makes you think I want to get to know you better?” You ask him, rolling your eyes a bit.  

To be fair, the idea of learning a bit more about him was enticing, though you weren’t going to admit it to a stranger. Honestly, thinking back to your dates, this was much more enjoyable already.

Fuck it, you think.  If this wasn’t a simple dream and you really had accidentally stumbled into the fae realm….

This was infinitely better than your current day to day.

“Well, what else are you doing?” He spreads his hands out, and you can’t argue with that logic.

“Hmm….I suppose that’s true,” you mutter, those mostly innocent eyes studying you with a bit more intelligence than you gave him credit for.  

A sudden thought hits you and you grin as you lean towards him.

“What if….when I win, you’ll help me find my way back home..” you challenge him, biting your lip as he tilts his head at you, those gorgeous mismatched eyes processing the idea.  

“‘When?’ Ha! …..and if I win?” He asks softly, leaning in with a cheeky smile.  

Your breath catches at the way his eyes dance with merriment yet still hold that undercurrent of cunning.  

A shiver caresses your spine as his eyes trail down to your mouth, then to your neck.  His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips as a few strands of his blonde hair fall over his forehead.  

“If I win…you allow me to kiss you.” he whispers melodically, and you have to blink to stop yourself from being drawn into his enticing gaze.  

He grins knowingly as you catch yourself, shaking yourself back to reality.

“You…want to kiss me?” Your brain races at the implications, wondering what the harm is in a simple kiss.  The gods know you haven’t gotten any action in awhile and well….

“Just a kiss, right?” you narrow your eyes at him, wondering what his game was. 

“Are you some kind of weird pervert?” You ask suddenly, and he throws back his head to laugh at your question.  

“Are you afraid of a little nibble?” He teases, leaning back as he crosses his arms once more.  

“Nibble? You sound as if you want to cannibalize me.” You wrinkle your nose at him, shaking your head. 

His expression is comical as he raises his eyebrows, pausing for a moment before he gives you a small wink.  “Just a kiss, for the purposes of this game.  I definitely won’t cannibalize you…you have my word….” 

You swear he must have momentarily thought about it given the twinkle in his leer but you just shake it off, rather enjoying this little bit of flirty banter.

You give him a slow nod as he watches you, chewing your lower lip as he awaits your answer.  

“So…you help me find the way back or…a kiss?” You ask hesitantly and he beams, uncrossing his arms to spread them wide.  

“Exactly so.” He repeats, a sly grin curling his pretty mouth.  

“What game will we be playing?” you realize you should have asked this first as his eyes light up and he suddenly spins up to his feet gracefully, arms splayed.  

“Hide and seek?” His lilting laugh settles a calm over you when you should be worrying, and you narrow your eyes at him once more.

“You want to play a children’s game?” You retort, frowning a little at him, then glancing around at the terrain surrounding you.  

Honestly, there are plenty of stone outcroppings and trees dotting the field that spanned as far as you could see.  Little mounds rise from the ground and the grass is tall and wild.  

“Do you have something else in mind?” He hums, and you glance back over to him.  

His seemingly wicked grin softens and you feel a mild wave of comfort as he steps towards you, holding out his hand.  

“Let us agree, then.  I’ll show you the way to get back, if you should happen to win.” he repeats, and you look down at his hand, feeling as if you should be more wary than you are.

“And…you may have a kiss if I lose.”  you respond, taking his hand in yours.

His palm is warm and firm as his fingers wrap around yours, a smile of amusement dancing over his features and he slips his thumb along your knuckles.

His eyes trace your neckline as he grins, and for a moment you swear you can see a sharp fang in his mouth. At your gasp, he merely grins wide, and his teeth all appear to be normal.

Blinking as you shake your head, you draw your hand back, the thought of his touch conjuring not so innocent thoughts in your mind.

“You have to catch me then, not just find me.” you state, bringing your brain back to the matter at hand.  

“Of course, what fun would it be if I merely spotted you…” his grin looks almost hungry and you frown momentarily, wondering why you are even agreeing to this.  

His smile suddenly lights up, causing you to focus on his excitement.  

“I’ll give you until the sun reaches the treeline there.” He points, and you gaze off at the large tree in the distance.  

“Um…?” you turn to look at him and that musical laugh washes over your senses once more.  

“About fifteen minutes, love.” he teases and tosses you a wink.

“Stop calling me that.” you grumble but he ignores you as he leans back on the rock, hands behind him to prop himself up.  

“Tick tock…love.” he grins.

You merely roll your eyes as you stand, glancing down at the heeled shoes you had set next to you.  Likely better barefoot…you think, leaving them behind as you jog off into the field to find a place to hide.  

“Cheeky little bastard, flirting like that.  Just because he’s hot…” you grump, enjoying the soft cool feel of the earth beneath your bare soles.

You turn to glance behind, giving him a brief once over.  His long hair brushed his neck, the light platinum seeming to shiver in the midday sun.  He appears to be humming to himself and not peeking as you turn to run off.

After a few minutes, you’ve wound your way down a small path leading to a small wooded area along the cliff’s edge.  You can barely make out the small area you’d emerged from, only able to see the stream leading off inland.  

He’d given you plenty of time, but for some reason your mind seems to be trying to grasp a thought you can’t quite reach.  

What are you missing?

What … was there something you should have asked?

You shrug off the questions and look around.

You eye some of the taller trees as you make your way into the little copse of trees near the edge, smiling as you look up.  

When you were young, you used to love to climb trees and heights were never an issue.  With all of the rocks and mounds scattered throughout, you thought perhaps this was the best spot, as he’d be more likely to check the ground.  

The leaves were lush and the branches were thick, so given your time restraints you merely shrug and begin your ascent.

By the time you are perched quite a ways up, you glance over to the tree in the distance he’d mentioned, wondering if it’s been fifteen minutes already.  

After a moment of searching, you adjust yourself to look out over the beautiful body of water just beyond the cliff’s edge.  

It’s gorgeous here, lush and vibrant.  It’s so relaxing, such a change from the dreary city with all the smog and buildings smooshed together.  Everywhere you look, there’s something to admire or become fascinated with.  

Beware the fae, they are dangerous as they are breathtaking.

“I know Gran, I know…” you hum, shaking your head again to clear it.  Once more you wonder how you went from a boring date to playing a silly children’s game with an unknown man.

Man? Are you sure-

“Ah there you are!” the deep, lilting voice startles you to the point where you lose your hold on the trunk of the tree.

You can only let out a yelp as you spot him, hovering at eye level a moment before you feel yourself tumbling from your spot.  

Breathless from the fall, eyes clamped shut at the impending impact, you can only think, “This is it, going to break my neck-”

But then a pair of hands are catching you, and you’re being yanked against a hard chest. You immediately throw your arms around the neck of your savior without a thought. 

A melodic rumble of a laugh vibrates your shoulder as you ease open an eye.  

Still tense from the close call, you are startled yet again to look up at the face of the man by the stream.  His eyes are dancing with glee as he gives you an almost wolfish grin.  

“How-” you start, then gasp at the span of iridescent wings fluttering behind him.  

“Looks like I’ve won.” He states with a smirk, hoisting you up to settle better in his arms.

The ease at which he’s carrying you, like a fucking princess, both amazes and annoys you.

“You! You’re a fucking fae?!” You manage to get out, still clinging embarrassingly to him despite your sudden surge of anger.  

“Of course, love.” he whispers close to your ear as he inhales deeply.  

“But-you-fucking WINGS?!” your brain seems to clear from the fog it was in, and you just glare at the fae holding you.  

He grins at you, and you realize how ridiculous this all is.  

Of course, fae are tricky.  Your Gran had warned you so many times, but you’d merely brushed what she’d told you, believing her to just be talking nonsense.

Yet here you are, outwitted by some glamour and a pretty face.  

“You never said you were a fae.” you grump, ashamed of the sudden pout on your face.  

“You never asked.” he responds simply, biting his full bottom lip as he studies you.  

“Well that’s not very fair, then. You were always going to win this easily.” you tell him as his eyes dance with amusement.

“Fair?” His laughter causes your heart to flutter, only adding to your annoyance over the situation.  

First, he’s this hot with that voice and now he has wings….

Girl, you need to get laid.

WHAT AM I THINKING?!

His breath tickles your ear as he tightens his hold on you, the rich depth of his voice causing you to tremble.  

“Who ever said anything about fair, love?” His nose bumps against the shell of your ear and you can’t stop the instant twinge between your legs from the contact, nor the small gasp that escapes your lips.

“Put me down.  I’m not letting you kiss me.” you withdraw your arms from his neck, folding them over your chest.

He pulls back as a frown tugs at his lips, his eyes darkening at your words.

“A deal is a deal, love…but…if you’d like me to put you down….” his sudden smirk should have been a warning.

You weren’t prepared for the sudden departure of his arms as he tips you out of them, falling so quickly that you couldn’t even make a noise.  

Your stomach turns as your mind races, as the warm air rushes past you while you fall but then you hear a deep laugh as he swoops in to catch you once more.

Clinging to him desperately, you can only shake as you regain your senses.  You hadn’t noticed before but he must have flown over the edge of the cliff before he dropped you, because now you were below the edge.

Looking up at the jagged cliff wall, then to the rocks below, you turn your teary eyes to the fae holding you.

“Are you rethinking that phrase?” he asks, the teasing in his tone making you angry enough to glare at him and bare your teeth.  

You can feel your heart beat pulse in your neck as you try to calm down, swallowing down your anger.  He speaks before you can gather your thoughts enough to protest any more.

“It’s not polite to renege, love.  You agreed to the terms before we played.”

Glancing up at those vibrant eyes, you can sense the danger lurking behind them.  You knew…you knew well not to anger a fae, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before you say something without thinking.

“I don’t know if you’re messing with my emotions right now.” You let out a soft sigh, feeling your heart slow to a steady, normal pace as you try to think of what to do next.  

“Hm…depends on the emotion.” he winks at you and you can only roll your eyes.  

“Can we…go somewhere on the ground where we can talk?” you ask hesitantly, tightening your grip as you glance down once more, to the craggy coastline hundreds of feet below you.  

He immediately turns and begins to fly you both inland, much to your relief.  Returning to the spot where you’d first come across him, he settles you onto your wobbly feet then steps back to study you.

Clearing your throat, you rub your neck at the momentary resistance you feel at letting him go.  

Fucking hell, why am I getting horny over a winged fairy?  A cheeky little bastard, at that.

Because he’s interesting, and this is exciting, a little voice whispers.  

Quiet, jerk, you tell it, but you find yourself trying not to smile.  

“I don’t even know your name.” You find yourself saying as you watch his face.  Your eyes are drawn to those beautiful wings, gleaming brilliantly in the now setting sun.  You can’t help but notice the weblike design on them, inwardly laughing sardonically at how very trapped you feel just by looking at him.

The sudden darkening of his eyes simultaneously draws you in and causes you to step backwards, slipping on the loose stone under your feet.  Before you can fall on your ass, he’s beside you, arm slipping easily around your waist as he pulls you against him.  

“You wish to know my name, love?” He hums, those beautiful orbs of his flicking over your face; lingering on your lips, on your tongue as it darts out to wet them.  

“Only if you wish to tell me.” is all you manage as your body reacts to his.  His chest is firm, the arm tightening around you strong.  In your confusion and annoyance before, you’d overlooked just how ridiculously muscular he was.  

His pretty face does not match the physique under his clothing, and the sudden spurt of excitement that dampens your panties causes your cheeks to flush.

A wicked smile creeps across his features as his nose flares, leaning into you as his eyes seem to brighten yet darken at the very same time.  

“Naive little human, so many questions you never asked…” his eyes flutter as he inhales deeply, his voice dropping even lower as he lets out a soft growl.  

“Your name is not what I wish to…discover…” 

You swear your swallow is audible as he dips his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling gently as your skin breaks into gooseflesh.  

“What-” the break in your voice darkens your cheeks as you try to figure out if your trembling is fear or arousal.

Perhaps both…

“What…do you wish to discover?” you finally grate out, your mutinous fingers slipping up into his silky platinum hair.  

The sudden hitch of his breath emboldens you- unable to stop yourself, your other hand slips around him to trace up his spine.  

Then your fingertips are dancing along the base of his wings.  

The muscles there are tight, firm.  Your lips part as his body trembles, the deep moan from his throat causing you to soak right through your panties.

Any doubt about his arousal evaporates as his hips jerk, the rigid length of his cock pressing firmly into your thigh.  

His fingers suddenly entwine into your hair, gently pulling your head back as he leans back to look at you.  

“You play a dangerous game, love.” he whispers, but the words vibrate through your body as you knead the area between his wings.  

His fingers tighten in your hair, bringing his full lips to yours, a hair's breadth from coming into contact.  The warm breath rasping from him has you yearning to close that tiny distance but his hand keeps you in place.  

“I…thought you wanted a kiss…” you murmur, thighs shaking from the possibilities you can see in his hungry gaze.  

The puff of air from his exhalation alone is making you insane, his rich, soft laugh reducing you to a quaking mess.  

“A kiss is what I’m owed, love.  Yet…I never said where I wanted to kiss you…” he grins, exposing a set of sharp fangs.  

It should cause you to panic, yet it has the complete opposite effect.  It seems that the choked moan that leaves your throat is all he needs to hear, as he suddenly drops his hands to cup your ass.  

“Allow me to claim my prize…” he whispers, then you’re being lifted suddenly.  You can’t even process anything as his hands lift your thighs to wrap around him.

Before you even register what’s happening, you’re being dumped gently onto a soft surface.  

He’s hovering over you, his gaze raking over your prone form as he yanks off his flimsy shirt to expose his well formed torso.  

“If you won’t tell me your name-” You gasp as he grabs your shirt, tearing it open to expose your bra underneath.  Continuing as he cups your breasts, you shakily ask, “Will you tell me some form of name to call you?” 

Humming, he appears to think as he yanks down one cup of your bra, palming himself through his pants as he kneads the soft flesh.  

“Show me just how much I please you, and I’ll give you a name you may scream for everyone to hear.” His hands are working at your jeans now, growling low at the annoyance of the material keeping him from you.

“If you can make me moan-” you gasp out as he finally unzips and rips them off of you.  

“Oh love…” he chuckles as his palm cups you between your legs.  “I haven’t even set my lips upon you yet, and here you are quivering under my touch.”

You reach for him as his fingers dance along your panties, combing back the long strands of his hair as you arch beneath him.  

“Your fragrance begs for my kiss, love.” the sudden tearing sound of you panties is lost in your cry as he presses his thumb against your clit.  Shame over how soaked you are is washed away by how he rolls it over the nub, slick and gentle.  

“Here?” he whispers, his well toned arm holding him above you as he looks down at your spread legs.  Your now naked body is exposed completely to him and he licks his lips as he watches your hips move in time with his motions.  

“Please-” you whimper, tugging gently on his hair as he glances up at your flushed face.  You part your lips on a small moan as his forefinger teases along your slit.  

“Ahhh…there it is…that’s what I want to hear, love.” he growls as his fingertip teases at your hole.  

Your gaze drops to the straining pants, barely holding back his erection.  Your free hand slips down his bare back, dipping into the waist of the material.  

“Let me see you-” your voice is laden with need and his eyes dance with lust and amusement.  

Leaning back, he makes quick work of the remaining clothing, allowing you to rake your eyes over his gloriously naked body; his thick, rigid cock seeming to beckon you, to enthrall you.  Just like him, his penis was pretty and masculine all at once.  

It creates an extremely powerful need within you, and you find yourself unable to control the spasms deep within as his palms settle on your thighs to part them.

“Your cunt is begging for my kiss, love.” he whispers as his head delves into your pussy.  His hot breath tickles your core as he rubs his nose into your clit.  

“Please!” You cry out, trailing off on a moan as you feel his tongue flick out to taste you.  His hungry groan has you bucking your hips upward, eager and ready to feel his lips on you.

“Good girl, love.  That’s it.” you barely make out the words as his lips encircle your sensitive nub, looking down at him as he sets about his feast.  

Incoherent noises leave your throat and mouth as he sucks harshly on the bud, only his hands on your thighs keeping them from wrapping around his pretty head.  

His teeth nip gently at you as he pulls back, causing you to whimper in despair.  

“Don’t stop-” you rasp out, and he grins fully at you, seemingly delighted at your reaction to him.  

“Felix.” he whispers, opening his mouth and letting his tongue dip briefly inside of you, then using the organ to lap at your folds, sucking them into his mouth as he watches you.

“Felix-” you gasp out, tugging firmly on his hair as he teases at your cunt.  

“Yes…” he plants a kiss on you, his lips wet and glistening as he parts from you.  “Moan for me, moan my name-” 

His hands slip down your thighs, then his thumbs are parting your folds, opening you up to his gluttonous stare.  

“Such a pretty little cunt, love.  Would you like me to stuff it full?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes undeniable.  

There’s no universe in which you’d ever say no.

“Anything, please-Felix-” your hands are grabbing at him, desperate for more, for all of him.  

“Anything?” The danger in his grin only fuels the need to know what is lurking behind it, and you nod without thinking beyond that.  

“Felix-fucking hell, yes, anything-” 

“As you wish, love.” 

Your head spins as he pushes a finger into you, clenching around him as you cry out wordlessly.  His growl only increases your desire as he pumps it slowly in and out of you, curling it gently to tease at your walls.  

“That’s it, love.  Just like that…though I don’t think it’s enough…” he adds another finger, stretching you as he watches intently.  

“More?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow at you.  You barely are able to nod as he seems to know exactly where to touch deep within you.  

“You-fuck please-” you whimper, panting heavily as he hums.  He removes one hand to trail up your body, finding your soft breast.  Slowly he moves up your body, never stopping the motion of his fingers inside of you.

“Please what, love? Tell me…tell me what you want…what you need…” 

His head dips down, capturing your taut nipple in his mouth, wetting it as he licks and suckles on you.  

Your moans only increase at the sensation, and you can feel a familiar tension building within your womb as he pushes yet another finger into you.  

A popping sound mixes with your cries as he removes his mouth from your tit, grinning wickedly at the sounds leaving you.  

“Cry my name out loud, love.  Scream for me and I’ll fuck you until you can’t even see.” 

Without hesitation, you do just that, his name falling from your parted lips over and over as your thigh wraps around his leg.  His soft, rich tone washes over you as he whispers encouragement, urging you ever closer to the edge.

It’s when he rubs his length along your clit as his fingers continue their relentless assault that you feel everything upend.   

Before you can take another breath, your chest tightens along with your pussy around his fingers.  The orgasm rips through you like you’ve been hit by a freight train, the sudden tensing of every single muscle and nerve you possess causing you to arch, rising from the soft moss beneath you with a piercing cry.  

Before it’s even over he’s yanking out his fingers, plunging his cock deep into you and smashing his mouth against yours to swallow your cries.  

You can only cling to him as he thrusts hard and fast into you, your tongues meeting desperately as the area is filled with muffled moans and the wet slapping sounds of your bodies.  

Pulling his mouth from yours, his eyes seem to radiate a shimmering light as he looks down at your sweat soaked body beneath him.  

“So fucking tight, love.  Like a fucking glove-” he growls, looking down to watch his cock pound into you.  His eyes roll as he shivers, and you run your hand up his back once more to knead at the muscle between his wings.  

A guttural snarl rips from his throat as his eyes flash, widening at your touch.  It only encourages you as he grabs your free hand to pin above your head, his mouth crushing yours once more.  

Impossibly, he quickens his pace as you wrap your legs around his waist.  The force behind his thrusts likely bruising you but it only adds to the pleasure as you feel the wave of another orgasm building quickly.

“Felix-fuck-FELIX-” You cry, looking down between you where his eyes are glued.  His thick cock is gleaming with your moisture, his full throaty moans causing your eyes to roll as you throw your head back.  

“LOOK AT ME.” He commands, his voice powerful and deep, resonating through the clearing.  It sends a shock through your lower body, clamping tightly around him as you teeter on the brink.

Your eyes meet his darkened gaze, completely at his mercy as you long to only obey him.  

“Mark me-” you cry out, your fingers gripping the base of his wings tightly.  You want him in every way you can possibly conceive of, and the need for him to claim you is overwhelming.

Before you can take another breath, his teeth are flashing and he buries his face in your neck.  The sharp sting as he breaks the skin sends you spiraling, his hips sharply snapping into you.  

The inarticulate scream of pleasure as you come around him causes his hips to stutter, then you can feel him bursting deep within you.  His lips are stained red with your blood as he throws his head back, emptying himself as you cling to him.  

Drawing him down to your lips, he kisses you deeply, the taste of iron causing you to moan as his tongue delves into your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy as he whimpers and you can feel the mixture of both of your fluids seeping out every time he plunges into you.  

His damp body finally stills as he settles atop you, his kiss slowing to soft pecks, his plush lips brushing against yours.  

You brush back his sweat soaked hair, gazing up into his beautifully mismatched eyes. 

“Well…” you hum as he gazes at the bite mark on your neck.  He leans in to lick it gently, pulling back to grin at you.

“Don’t say it, I already know.” you tell him, and he tilts his head at you questioningly.

“Oh? What do you know, love?” He whispers, rolling you so that you’re settled on top of him.

You finally take a look around the little area he’d brought you to.  It appears to be within the trunk of a massive tree, and you’re in a sheltered area deep within the trunk.  It’s quite cozy and you just hum happily as you tease your fingers over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.

“I can’t leave now, you claimed me, yadda yadda.” you toss out, shrugging a shoulder as he blinks at you.  

“Yet you-” he just stares at you in disbelief.  “Why would you…?” 

You let out a sigh, looking at him with a simple smile.  

“Well, I suppose my life back home is pretty boring and tiring.  And well…” you rake your gaze over his gorgeous form.  

“I’m just a sucker for fairy dick?”

His laughter delights you as he pulls you tight against him.  

���Pixie.  I’m a pixie.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought pixies were like…” you hold your finger and thumb about two inches apart and he looks at you sheepishly.

“Well…so you see ... .funny story…” he says, blushing.  

Raising an eyebrow, you settle your chin on his chest as you await his answer.  

“I normally am about that.” He takes your fingers and kisses them.

“A trick was played on me and well…” he shrugs, motioning to himself.  

“Human sized pixie.”

“Well…that’s going to be an interesting dynamic when you change back…” 

“Perhaps it’s a trick I don’t wish to fix.” He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  

“Is that even possible?” you ask him, curious.  You should be concerned, thinking about what your life is going to be like now.

Yet somehow, you just can’t find it within yourself to plan everything out like you did before.

“I suppose we’ll find out, love.” he hums, tracing his fingers along your back.

“Felix.” you murmur, smiling in delight as his pretty lips curl up to flash that sharp fang once more. 

Life has suddenly become exciting, dangerously fun and not knowing what is coming next thrills you more than you ever expected.

[lunarw0rks]

Hi can you do a fluff drabble where you do a facial mask with 141 +köing kinda like a at home date night

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PRICE

never, and i mean never, does anything to pamper himself unless it involves his facial hair.

but, if there's one thing that he loves more than his beard — it's you, and your endearing domestic date ideas.

what's the harm? it's no fun being strict and hardened 24/7 — and he swears by that when he's home with you.

you do it with him, slathering on a charcoal mask on the both of you while you set up in the kitchen.

"sorry, lovie. 'm not used to this." he grumbles when you tell him to sit still, peaking at you through his closed eyes. you maintain a gentle touch, putting an even coat of the spread.

you cuddle on the couch, surely staining his shirt when you forget you have the tacky mask on your face.

he doesn't care, because this will be a fond memory next time he's away. or worse.

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SIMON

he's always been interested in your pampering. what you're doing, what that bottle does, what scents you like, etc...

often, he leans on the doorway and just watches you go through the motions of your skincare routine.

it's just another small detail for simon to remember about you — and that's enough for him.

so, being asked to participate, he acted as grumpy as ever.

but did he join you in the bathroom, allowing you to put whatever on his face? of course, he did.

"like the smell of that one." he says, instinctively scrunching his face while you smooth the rose-scented mask onto his often untouched skin.

while you wait on it to dry, he uses a magazine to fan his face, "how exactly is this helping me? 'm not the prettiest of test subjects, love."

well, his skin ended up glowy and clean for a few hours, until he put his mask on again.

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SOAP

it's constant questions. "what's this? what does that do?" and etcetera.

to your horror, soap only does skin care after he shaves, which isn't always consistent when he's deployed.

years of sand, dirt, sweat, and other grime not being properly scrubbed out of his pores — oh god !!

you have to put the face mask on for him, otherwise he would've put too much or too little.

probably tries to bite your fingers when you swipe the paste along his jaw... he's like a feral raccoon.

"don't know why ya' bother with this stuff. too much work. and you're already smokin'." he says in a pout, giving you a sly wink when you roll your eyes.

but, by the time he washes it off and feels his skin; smooth and hydrated, he eats his words.

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GAZ

gaz has an intricate and strict skincare routine that he follows, so you've had self-care dates often.

it's usually his idea before yours !!

he has the pricey stuff — any drop in quality and his skin is wiped and irritated for days.

"now put this on, it'll cool our skin off after the scrub."

he hands you a squeeze bottle of a peeling mask; mint and eucalyptus-scented, cool against your fingertips and exfoliated face.

laying in bed, wearing hair and face masks together until they're set and ready to be peeled.

best believe, you're not going to bed without a proper lotion routine — it's customary with dating gaz !! he wants you well taken care of !!

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KÖNIG

he has little, if not no time for skincare/self-care, so if you're able to convince him — you got lucky !!

forcing him to sit still and kneel in front of you, putting all kinds of skincare on his dry skin.

how he's gone on this long without moisturizer, especially when in such gritty climates, you have no clue.

"i don't get it, schatz. this is unnecessary." he grumbles, merely going limp and allowing you to apply the peel mask. "i bought these things for your face, why waste it on me?"

his pores desperately need it, that's obvious !!

the sight of a giant man, dressed in dark colors, now wearing a cucumber green mask — is definitely one you're going to remember.

still, he does it for you, because you asked him to.

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[orqheuss]

Seven new ways that you can eat your young

(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/F!Reader SMUT)

Summary:

I'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. *** In the midst of the end-of-the-year Slytherin party for the graduating seventh years, Ominis hears something that makes his blood boil. *** Smut based on the Hozier song, "Eat Your Young."

word count: 6.4K

AN: I'm reposting all of my fics from ao3 on to here for easier access! We're starting with the smut.

Slytherin’s always threw the best parties. That’s what everyone said, at least. It was the eve of the last week before the seventh-year’s graduated. All of the older students gathered in the Slytherin common room, ready to shake off any stress they had about the inevitable future. The merriment flowed like the goblets filled with firewhiskey and butterbeer sloshing in their hands. The room smelled heavily like sweat, alcohol, and sex. Some couples had already retired to their respective common rooms, leaving the main living area filled with green-colored horny teenagers and a few singletons still floating around. 

Ominis stood off to the side of the party, back leaning against the cool wall of the common room. The glow of the black lake through the large cathedral style windows danced across his face, making him look ethereal. He wasn’t a fan of parties— much too loud for him. But, he promised Sebastian that he would try to have fun at the last party of their school career. Many people have approached to ask him for a dance, but he declined each time. He did not dance, even with his closest friends. His limbs were too long, too gangly to move smoothly. While he had filled out some since he was a newly minted young adult, he was still made out of all bony angles. From his vantage point in the room, he could hear absolutely everything that was happening. With his enhanced hearing, he could even go as far as pinpoint exactly where his companions were and what they were doing. He had memorized their sounds long ago— their distinct walking pattern, their strong heartbeats, their melodic voices. It was like recognizing his favorite song coming out of a gramophone across the room from him. 

Sebastian was in the far corner of the room, over by the fireplace. There were multiple, feminine shaped forms around him. Ominis could hear him laugh at something one of them said, or maybe at a joke that came out of his mouth. Either way, the man was most definitely trying to have some unseemly fun with one of his many admirers that night. His heart was beating at a steady pace in his chest; the alcohol definitely calmed his nerves. Sebastian may have been a ladies man, but he fumbled around like the best of them when he thought too hard. There was something so drawing, so enticing about him. Maybe it was the cadence that he held himself with, how he was so confident in himself but still so humble about his achievements. Or maybe it was his charismatic voice— he could charm the pants off of the Minister of Magic. Either way, Sebastian Sallow was attractive. To anyone else in the common room, it would just seem like the brunette was just using his charm on the ladies of Slytherin house. But, Ominis knew the truth; Sebastian always liked to tease him about his jealous tendencies. Even if they weren’t together, not unless they were drunk, of course, the brunette knew that it bothered the blond to his very core that he was so irresistible to the rest of the student body. Any other time of the day, or other level of sobriety, it probably would bother the Gaunt man, but he knew that once this night was over and all of the others had gone to bed, he would be in the Undercroft absolutely pounding the brattiness out of his best friend. The blond smirked to himself, looking down at his foaming drink and taking a long sip to hide his smugness. Images of the last Slytherin party filled his mind, like when Sebastian danced into their shared room and took his hand before eagerly dragging him to their secret hideaway. He remembered the feeling of his smooth skin against his fingertips as he shoved him over the arm of the settee he had conjured up and lined up with his entrance; the mental image caused the slight bulge in his trousers to jump. He was pleasantly tipsy, the alcoholic concoction that Imelda made him sending little shivers of warmth through his system and making his thoughts disapparate into a lovely fog. Oh yes, he knew that he would have a good night tonight. What he hadn’t expected was for his other best friend to be a part of it, as well. 

Ominis’ ears twitched in the direction of his female companion, hearing your twinkling giggle coming from the dance floor. He could sense the shape of your body dancing against the pelvis of someone else, someone much taller and much more muscular. The soft curves of your body were visible for once to the boy— the sound waves from the thumping music cascaded around you and formed a distinct shape in his mind. You were truly captivating, each sound you made jumped from his ears directly to his heart and more private places. A new feeling of jealousy bubbled under the surface of his skin at the idea of someone else touching you. The man’s hands were on your hips, pressing your behind into his front in a raunchy show of lust. A deep chuckle filled his ears, his eyebrows stitching together in annoyance. Weasley. That rat had his hands on his best friend, drawing those delicious mewls from your throat. He could hear your harsh breathing from his post; you were absolutely panting in need. Your hips gyrated on the redhead’s lap, swinging back and forth in captivating circles that caused Ominis’ mind to go to some dark places. He could see the shadow of the Gryffindor’s pinky enter the band of your skirt, his head tip towards your stretched taut neck, and his vision filled with red. Jealousy flooded his body at the thought of Garreth Weasley, of all people, touching something that was rightfully his . He didn’t know when his subconscious had taken ownership of you, but in that moment it was singing for revenge. 

Absolutely not. Fuck that.  

Downing the rest of his drink, the blond slammed his goblet on the nearest bookshelf and stalked towards the pair grinding on each other. Steam seemed to come out of his nose in anger like a charging bull. Grasping you by her shoulder in a strong grip, he spun you away from the redhead and pressed your backside against his front, a protective arm wrapped around the top of your chest. Ominis glowered at the startled Gryffindor, shoving a finger against his chest and sending him stumbling back slightly. 

“No Gryffindor’s allowed, get out.” 

Garreth stuttered in confusion and outrage, gesturing with his hands to the people around him. “What, who said that?” 

Ominis growled, “I did. Now leave, Weaselby, before I make you.” 

With a huff, the redhead stalked off of the dance floor, mumbling about how he didn’t even want to be there anyway. The blond smirked triumphantly in his direction, raising his hand from his side and twiddling his fingers in a snarky goodbye. The woman he had taken wiggled against his chest slightly, turning your head towards his arm and looking up at his face. 

“Ominis, what was that—”

He squeezed the arm across your chest tighter, pressing you back further into his chest. It was now or never, he supposed. He leaned down towards your ear, his hot breath fanning against your pulse point with captivating warmth. He nosed at the base of your throat, dragging the tip up, up, up and behind your ear, slightly nibbling at the cuff before pulling away and hovering his lips over your ear canal. 

“Saucy thing, you are, thinking you could dance with someone else when you belong to Sebastian and I.” 

Your breathing caught in your throat, a warmth spreading down your chest and straight down to what was between your legs at his tone of voice. You had never heard Ominis sound so hot and bothered before. 

He chuckled at how tense you had gotten, licking the edge of your ear and whispering, “Only we are allowed to touch you like that, darling.” 

Ominis had never thought these words about his companion, never once considered the idea of them being together, but something about it felt so damned right. Your heartbeat stuttered against his arm, speeding up to a rapid rate. You gasped a small sigh, your breath fluttering out of your chest in captivated bliss. 

“Ominis, I—”

“Shh, pet.” He leaned down once again and pressed his lips to the part where your shoulder met your throat, leaving a bruising kiss on the skin. “Just let me worship you.” 

He didn’t think that your heart could beat any faster— the organ thumping against your rib cage at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. Ominis smiled against your skin, lightly biting where he had kissed and beginning to move his hips against your plump rear. His hot breath fluttered over your neck and down your chest, a soft “fuck,” leaving his mouth at the new friction. The crassness of his language sent another burst of warmth to your most intimate place; the blond very rarely swore, and the taboo-ness of it sent a shiver down your spine in pleasure. You slowly began to rotate your hips against the lithe man, pressing further into his pelvic bone and feeling his prominent arousal against your lower back. Soft moans of pleasure drifted out of your parted lips, your eyes shut in ecstasy as a hand reached up and buried itself into the man’s silken hair. His other arm stretched around your waist, gripping your skin there with enough pressure to leave fingerprints on you tomorrow. If you were to die here, on that dance floor, you would consider it a blessing. 

In your state of bliss, you did not notice the second man approaching the pair of you from the front. Another pair of strong arms wrapped around your form, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other pressing the blond closer by his rear. A familiar, gruff voice filled the ears of the two. 

“Please, don’t let me stop you both from enjoying yourself.” Sebastian laughed breathily against the other side of your neck, releasing you from his grip, pulling the collar of your shirt down slightly further, and pressing a hot, open mouthed kiss on your newly exposed shoulder. You were now sandwiched between your two best friends, and Merlin, you loved every second of it. Sebastian grinded his hard-on against the front of your clothed center, drawing a startled whimper from your throat and a buck of your hips against his. He groaned softly, his hand trailing to your neck and closing around it, slightly cutting off your air supply. Ominis grasped the brunette by the scruff of his neck, pulling him slightly further into the throes of your hot bodies and pushing him to mouth at his pulse point. A near silent moan rumbled against your back, his voice bleeding into your sensitive skin and lighting your nerves on fire. 

Visions filled your mind of the two boys and what you wanted them to do to you.

You were on your back, stripped of your clothes and your legs spread and pressed up near your ears. The brunette pounded into you with the strength of ten men, sending pleasurable shock waves through your entire body and causing a cascade of moans to leave your open throat. Ominis soon joined you both in the sweet sin, crawling towards the pair of students on his hands and knees with a look of hunger decorating his face. He leaned up and whispered something in Sebastian’s ear, grinning in delighted villainy. Sebastian smirked down at you, grasping you by the hips and flipping you quickly over onto your stomach, pulling your rear towards his awaiting cock and sliding in once again. You mewled at the new angle that his hot member could reach inside you. Ominis made his way to your face, his cock swinging in your eyesight and causing your mouth to water. He lifted your chin, gently rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone and smiling down at you. He pressed the tip of his dick against your slightly parted lips, dragging it along your bottom lip and wetting it with his excitement. 

He swore at the feeling, whispering, “Be a good girl and pleasure me with your mouth. I want to feel your moans around my hard cock. Let me know how much you’re enjoying us.” 

Your jaw went slack at his words, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the dirty words that flowed from his kiss-bruised lips. He took your hair into his hand, gathering it up into a ponytail at the base of your skull before pulling you gently forward and letting your lips wrap around his head. You stuck your tongue out and ran it along the prominent vein on the underside, drawing a stuttered moan from the boy above you. The one behind you gave you a particularly harsh thrust, pressing your soft behind roughly against his crotch. You groaned at the feeling, sending vibrations around the swollen member filling your mouth and throat.

A sharp tug at your hair brought you back to reality, both boys harshly grinding against you at the same time sending a moan rocketing out of your lips. Ominis laughed behind you, leaning down and whispering in your ear, “Dirty girl! Thinking those crass things about us and what we could do to you. Were those thoughts just for me to see?” 

Fuck. You forgot he was a legilimens. 

He laughed even more when you stiffened against him in embarrassed shock. He leaned away from you, instead slightly craning his neck towards the other boy you were sandwiched between. 

“Sebastian, if only you could see the things going through her mind right now. It’s downright filthy.” 

The boy groaned at the sharp thrust the blond made against you, sending your clothed heat directly into his waiting, throbbing bulge, before humming in thought against the side of your neck. 

“I suppose we should go fulfill her dreams, then.” 

The men detached themselves from you, both grabbing a hand and pulling you towards the direction of the exit. Hoots and hollers could be heard at their back, their fellow Slytherin’s cheering them on for the show. Ominis could hear Imelda amongst the masses, cheering alongside them and shouting, “About bloody time, ya bastards!” 

You three stumbled out of the common room exit and spilled into the castle dungeon hallway, giggles wracking your frames as the warmth of firewhiskey and pure arousal burned through your bodies. Sebastian quickly turned towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist and heaving you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. You laughed hysterically, hands playing bongos against his peachy rump. He swatted yours in return, before turning towards the Grand Staircase and sprinting off towards the Undercroft, Ominis on his heels and laughing into the wind. 

The three of you bounded down the abandoned castle halls, laughter bouncing off the tall ceilings and echoing into the beautiful night sky. Ghosts watched as you all passed by, before turning their heads back towards each other and shrugging, softly smiling at the feeling of young love shedding off of the trio in waves. 

Sebastian did not place you back on the ground until you crossed the threshold of the secret hideaway. As soon as your feet touched stone once again, he quickly pulled you against his chest and brought your lips to his, teeth clashing together in his rush and desire to feel your kiss for the first time. Ominis listened to both of your sounds, his cock pulsing once again and threatening to burst through the zipper of his trousers. He quickly transformed three of the crates lined up next to each other into a large, four poster bed. He ran towards the cushioned surface, leaping into the air and body slamming on to the linen quilt adorning the top. He laughed heartily into the blanket before turning on to his back and leaning against the bed frame, his legs crossed elegantly in front of him and his arms raising to cross behind his head in relaxation. 

The brunette released you from the bruising kiss, looking over to his companion across the room and feeling a large smile stretch across his cheeks. He grasped your hand in his, pulling you towards the large bed and lifting you up, setting you down right on the edge and pushing his way between your thighs. His arms caged you on either side of your hips as his lips found yours again, tongue tracing your bottom lip and asking for access to your awaiting mouth. You laughed against his soft lips before opening yours, deepening the kiss and drawing a growl from his chest. You felt the blond behind you push your hair to the side, leaning down and nibbling at your pulse point once again. His teeth nipped at your skin before smoothing away the slight pain with his tongue, doing this all the way up your neck and stopping just below your jawbone where he sucked a dark hickey into your skin. His hands trailed down your shoulders and over your chest, slowly undoing the laces of your corset and throwing it over the side of the bed before grabbing your collared shirt by the top and pulling it apart. Buttons broke away from the fabric and scattered along the stone ground, but you couldn’t care less if they suddenly came to life and started doing a tap dance routine— you would tell them to fuck right off and leave you to the absolute pleasure you were about to experience. 

Sebastian hungrily grasped at the skin of your waist, now exposed to the cooling air of the Undercroft and littering you with goosebumps. He slid his palms up your sides before brushing his thumbs gently against the band of your brassiere, his mouth still ravishing yours. You nodded your head minutely against his lips, and he slid his fingers carefully under the fabric, tracing your rib cage and sending a shudder down your spine. Ominis put his nimble fingers to use once again, unhooking the stays at the front and sliding the straps down your shoulders before tossing the undergarment in the same direction of your shirt. 

You shifted on the bed, bringing your body to kneel in the middle of the mattress. Your chest was heaving in lust, a rouge color spreading from your cheeks to your collarbones. Sebastian stood enraptured by the rise and fall of your breasts, your nipples standing at attention in arousal. He quickly made his way fully onto the bed, kicking off his boots and yanking the tie around his neck undone before kneeling at your side, each thigh pressed on either side of yours and his hardness rubbing against the area where your thigh met your hip. He grasped at one of your breasts, shoving his face back into your neck and biting . He could hear the other man do the same on the other side of you before assuming the same position as the brunette. Ominis pawed at your other breast, taking your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb and pinching it while capturing your lips with his. Both boys kissed you with a bruising strength, biting at your bottom lip in ownership and sending fire to your loins. Sebastian reached around your hips, undoing the button at the side of your skirt and shucking it from your body, leaving you just in your knickers. Moans and whimpers filled the space around you, the three of you deep in the throes of pleasure. 

Ominis pulled away, your lips chasing his in a desperate attempt to keep the kiss going. He grabbed ahold of your throat, gently squeezing your windpipe and turning your head in his direction. He spoke directly to you, his voice flushed with absolute debauchery and seriousness. "Say the word and this stops right now. I need your explicit consent before this goes any farther."

He released your neck so you could reply to his demand. Your heart fluttered slightly at his concern for your well being; you didn't need to think hard about your decision at all. "Yes, I want this, Ominis. From the both of you." You grinned cheekily at his predatory gaze, meeting it in a silent challenge. You were nothing if not competitive. You giggled at his shift in demeanor, whispering teasingly against his lips, "My safe word is Graphorn."

The blond barked a laugh, before grasping you by the neck once again and pulling you back in for a searing kiss.

With your consent still fresh in the air, Sebastian leaned back against the plush pillows, dragging your body down with him and twisting you so your back was against his chest and his feet held your legs apart. Ominis could smell your arousal, similar to your normal scent but more musky, more primal. He licked his lips hungrily, his pupils blowing up to twice their size. He felt around the bed, finding first the brunette’s leg and then one of yours. He slotted himself between your supple thighs, elbows bent and pushing down further on both sides while his fingertips dug into the meat of your hips. He breathed hotly against your clothed sex, mouthing at the damp cloth and drawing a loud gasp from your open lips. Sebastian continued to fondle at your chest, taking turns twisting each nipple between his two fingers and squeezing at the soft flesh. Ominis turned towards your left inner thigh, placing open mouthed kisses at the burning flesh and sucking hickeys into your skin before turning to the other thigh and doing the same. More lust filled mewls spilled from your lips and were swallowed by the plush comforter below. The blond grasped at the sides of your panties, silently asking for permission to fully expose yourself to the both of them. You went to nod your head, but thought better and instead stretched your hand towards the boy, running your fingers through his hair and pulling lightly. He nipped at your hip in warning before pulling the cloth down your legs— you raising your hips slightly to help him get them all the way off. He was the one in charge tonight, not you, with your increasingly strong ancient magic and domineering personality. The hums that slid from your throat filled the blond with pride, his ego expanding tenfold. He was doing this to you; he was the one reducing your once boisterous energy to complete putty at his hands and mouth.

You were now completely nude before your best friends. Sebastian choked on his inhale at the sight of your glistening lips, absolutely dripping with arousal and emitting enough heat to keep them warm all winter. Ominis stretched his lips in a wide, toothy smile, looking very similar to the Cheshire cat, and whispered against your dripping cunt.

“You smell so wonderful. I am going to devour you.”

He then dove into your sweet paradise, lapping at your folds like a starving dog and drawing loud groans from your chest. Each flick of his tongue sent a shock wave of pleasure through your stomach, the knot in your lower abdomen beginning to form and tighten. Sebastian continued his assault on your breasts, but you craved even more. Grasping at the ends of his tie still dangling loosely around his neck, you pulled him roughly under your arm and brought his mouth level with your heaving chest. The boy got the message quickly, taking your nipple between his teeth and lightly biting— his other hand reaching around and tweaking the other once again. You cried out in pleasure, their names flowing into the air and disappearing like a puff of smoke. Ominis moved up towards your throbbing clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking it. Your cries got louder, your orgasm teetering at the very edge of the precipice. Each wiggle of your hips rubbed against the straining bulge in Sebastian’s pants, causing him to groan and rut against you in desire. Ominis couldn’t take the sounds of both of your moans, his composure completely dissolving around him and leaving him panting and thrusting his hips against the silk sheets. Each of his groans sent a vibration through your clit, heightening your pleasure and sending more whimpers from your lips. 

"Fuck! Ominis, Sebastian."

You distantly remembered a conversation you had with Imelda a few days ago about his particularly long fingers when he ran his middle finger along your opening before slowly entering your pussy. Absolutely abhorrent sounds flowed from where your opening met his hand, wet noises filling the room and permeating the air with the smell of sex. He listened to your arousal spiking in captivated awe, pushing in a second finger and curling them against the spot that made you see stars. It became a competition about who would cum first, you, Sebastian, or Ominis. Both boys continued to rut against you and the bed respectively while also providing you immense amounts of pleasure. Your legs shook, an inhuman strength ripping them away from their confinement, and clamping around the face of the handsome blond. Ominis grasped onto your thigh with his free hand, shoving you deeper into his awaiting mouth. If this was where he died, he would go out a happy man. The knot in your stomach pulled taut, threatening to snap at any moment. Your hips were moving against your will, circling and bucking into the air while you chased the orgasm just out of your reach. You pulled harder at the blond’s hair, a loud grunt leaving him and causing a harsh thrust against the mattress below him. One particularly hard bump downwards and against Sebastian’s cock made him exhale harshly out of his nose and roughly bite at the skin of your side to muffle his shout. You felt his teeth sink into you and draw blood, and with that little taste of pain, the knot inside you snapped and you were launched into sweet oblivion. 

Ominis happily helped you through your orgasm, gently licking the slick from your leaking cunt and cleaning up the cum that spilled out of you. You whined from over-stimulation, and with a chuckle he detached his lips from your dripping pussy and leaned up on his elbows, resting his chin against your pubic bone and listening to the sweet sounds that flowed from your throat; your drippings coated his mouth and chin, glittering in the low lamplight. 

In your blissed-out state, you decided that your boys were wearing far too many pieces of clothing. You tugged at their sleeves, hoping that they would get the message without you having to say anything. You did not trust your voice at the moment, your bones feeling like jelly inside your skin. Luckily they did, and Ominis stood up from the bed and began to quickly disrobe. Sebastian followed soon after, gently moving you from his chest and resting you against the soft pillows as you continued to hopelessly try and catch your breath. You turn to the side and gaze at your best friends, their hands fumbling uselessly around the other’s body and pulling at the cloth like it’ll come off on its own. Their mouths clashed together, uncouth moans spilling from their mouths only to be swallowed by the other. Ominis reached his hands down frantically towards Sebastian’s belt, threading the leather through the buckle and unlatching it, quickly pulling it from his belt loops and tossing it to the ground with a loud clang. Sebastian undid the buttons of the Gaunt boy’s shirt, throwing it off of his shoulders and chucking it to the ground like it affronted him. He mouthed hotly against the blond's collarbone, causing Ominis to throw his head back and whine . Pure burning heat shot down to your pussy at the sound and made your clit throb. The boy threaded his fingers through the brunette’s curly hair, gliding up the back and stopping just at the back of his skull before yanking as hard as he could. It was Sebastian’s turn to whine, and you had never heard a more beautiful, more filthy sound. Ominis let go of his hair and clasped his hand around his throat, squeezing slightly like the brunette had done to you in the common room. With his other hand, he undid the buttons of his companion’s shirt, tossing it unceremoniously somewhere in the vast cavern below Hogwarts, before shoving his trousers and pants down his toned thighs, leaving him bare and ready. Ominis then grabbed at his burning cock, giving it a sharp stroke. The brunette’s head fell back in pleasure, a silent moan leaving his open, smiling mouth. 

The blond leaned closer, whispering at the column of his neck, “You go get her ready, I’ll be there in a moment.” 

Sebastian turned towards you once again, hunger still burning in his irises, and began to climb back up the bed. He positioned himself between your spread thighs, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hard cock rubbed against your slick folds, sending moans out of both of your lips only to be swallowed by the other. The tip of his dick found your entrance, slightly pushing in before pausing. A hiss left his clenched teeth as he clutched at the pillows on either side of your head with his fists. 

“I am going to ruin that pretty pussy of yours. Please, can I feel you?” He begged against your lips. 

“Yes, Merlin, please, yes,” you cooed at him, lashes fluttering at the sweet taste of fullness.

Slowly, he began to stretch you out, the both of you releasing relieved groans in tandem. Slight pain knit your eyebrows together, and the boy inside you kissed at the wrinkles until it disapparated into sweet pleasure. You could feel every ridge of him inside you, he filled you up so well. Needy whines left your throat at each thrust, the heat of his member absolutely setting your insides on fire. You had never been so happy to burn. You grasped at the comforter under you, your knuckles turning white in the strength of your grip. 

Just like your dream, Ominis crawled onto the bed and smiled at you like a predator hunting his prey. You were suddenly on your stomach, and Sebastian was pounding into you from behind with the greediest grip on your hips. The blond boy tilted your head up, his weeping cock inches from your mouth. 

He chuckled at your fucked-out expression. “Let’s make that dream of yours a reality, hmm?” 

You nodded, opening your mouth and allowing him to slide into your throat. He groaned at the sweet, wet feeling of your mouth around him, gathering your hair and holding it gently as he rocked his hips against you. You stuck your tongue out, letting him slide even deeper and vibrating his entire member with your moans. He gripped at your hair harder, fully fucking your face. 

His eyes shut tightly in raptured pleasure, his mouth falling open and moans leaving his throat at a volume that would make a nun blush. He groaned, whispering from his very soul, “This is so much better than I ever imagined. Take my cock just like that, my darling. You’re doing so good, sweet girl.” 

You nearly came on the spot from his filthy words. Sebastian growled behind you, thrusting faster into your boiling heat. You felt his hips stutter— he was getting close. You reached your hand down in between your legs in ecstasy, finding your button and circling it with your middle finger. Moans poured from your mouth like a leaking faucet, each vocalization sending Ominis closer to his own release. He heard the sound of you playing with yourself and he bit his lip, running his fingers through your hair in a strange moment of gentleness. 

“Yes, my darling, pleasure yourself. Make yourself cum on his delicious cock. Show us exactly what we do to you— how we make you feel.” 

Your steadily creeping second orgasm hit its all time spike at his direction. You circle your bud even faster, rocking back and meeting the brunette’s thrusts. He swore, grabbing your hips with a bruising strength as he felt you clench around him as your release tore through you. Ominis groaned at your sounds, quickly pulling his leaking member out of your mouth and edging off his orgasm. 

"Shit,” he whispered, “I have to feel your hot cunt. I need to be inside you.” 

He felt around the bed, sliding down underneath you and lining up with your bruised pussy. Sebastian stilled in his movements, pulling out and causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness inside you. He leaned back on his hands, closing his eyes and trying to steady his rapid breathing. Ominis shifted under you until he was in the perfect spot, tapping you lightly on the thigh and grabbing at your waist.

“Slide down on me, my darling. I crave you. I want your heat wrapped around me.” 

You quickly complied, spreading your shaking knees further apart and slowly lowering yourself onto his swollen cock with little assistance. Ominis’ mouth dropped open in a silent moan, the warmth and tightness around him sending stars behind his eyes. 

You groan above him, giving in to the dirty talk flowing around the room and gathering in the air, “You feel so good inside me. You both do, fuck.” 

That was enough for the blond boy to lose his last shred of composure. With renewed strength, he grabbed you by the rear and began pounding into you like an animal in heat. Both of your voices blended together in sweet, blissful harmony. 

Sebastian watched the show before him like it was the last thing he would ever see. He leaned back up on his knees behind you, spreading your cheeks and gently thumbing at your other hole. A startled gasp escaped out of your mouth and you pushed back lightly on his finger. He groaned in agony, wetting his thumb in your juices and slowly stretching you out. He didn’t know that you could get louder. If the room wasn’t so far below the school, he was sure they would somehow get caught. He carefully pumped in and out of you, feeling the other man thrusting into you through your skin. He slowly eased in two more fingers, stretching you out enough so he could fit himself inside. Once satisfied with his job, he took his still throbbing member and rubbed it along your wetness, gathering enough to serve as lube. 

He leaned down over you, the head of his cock pressing lightly against your ass, and kissed a freckle on the back of your shoulder before groaning against your skin. 

“May I please enter you again, my love? Do you think you can handle the both of us at once? You dirty girl, I know these pretty holes of yours can take it.” 

You nodded your head rapidly, nearly giving yourself whiplash in your aroused excitement— a sound very similar to the word “please” made its way out of your mewling throat. Sebastian slowly pushed in, his teeth biting into your shoulder, drawing blood once again at the tightness surrounding him, before gently thrusting in and out. You were filled to the brim with pleasure, rocking back and forth against both of your boys and matching their rhythms. The feeling of their members rubbing against each other inside of you sent both boys rocketing close to their orgasms. 

Sebastian panted against your shoulder, echoing an earlier statement from the blond below the both of you, “Merlin, you're beautiful. Touch yourself, pretty girl. Cum around our cocks.” 

You brought your hand back down to where you and Ominis were connected, rubbing frantically against your clit and speeding yourself closer to your orgasm. No words were said from the three friends, each lost in their own personal raptures. 

Stars danced behind your closed eyelids, your third orgasm crashing over you like a sudden wave, thrice as strong as the other two. You cry out both of your friend’s names, clenching around their throbbing members and sending them both into a state of pure bliss. You felt them release inside of both of your holes, their delicious cum painting your inner walls white. Your legs gave out, sending you sprawling across the chest of the blond boy under you and bringing down the brunette at your back with you. The three of you lied there for a moment, panting as the breath desperately tried to enter your lungs once again, before the blond began to struggle under the combined weight of you both. 

Now on your sides, your head resting on Ominis’ chest and Sebastian’s arm strewn across your waist, you let your eyes shut into the beginnings of a blissful sleep. The brunette took a deep breath, preparing to speak and inevitably ask what all of this means now— he was always the more anxious of the three— when the blond patted around his cheek with his hand before eventually landing across his mouth. He quietly shushed the brown eyed Slytherin, smiling in happiness and whispering against the tuft of your hair tickling his nose.

“Quiet, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Just sleep now.” 

Sebastian thought for a moment before shrugging against your back, tucking himself closer to his two best friends and digging deeper under the soft covers, a soft smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. Ominis closed his eyes, a fullness filling his chest and sending butterflies into his stomach. Yes, they would all talk about it tomorrow, and inevitably admit the feelings that they had been most definitely harboring for the others in their trio for a long while. But for now, the three students were lulled into a gentle sleep, the sounds of each other's heartbeats filling their ears and becoming the sweetest lullaby each of you had ever heard. 

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[noodledoodlesfr]

HELP PICK WHICH SKINS I PUBLISH FIRST

Hi! I need help picking which version of this skin I publish first, and seeing which one people like most will definitely help. Also, these will be 850g/kt each.

Also, please post any color combos you might want to see in the notes!

Poppy Wanderer (red + green + gold)

Poppy Seeker (blue + gold)

Poppy Vagabond (black + red + silver)

Poppy Mystic (mint + pink + gold)

[sweetnsour1]

9:36:09

Angsty Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 9 of the Broken Collection

“You probably still have time to order something online.” You laughed at the immediate soft snarl you received as a reply. “Not every gift purchase has to be a contest, ya know?” 

“Not a contest if I always give the best shit.” He continued to frown at the display in front of him, seemingly assigning blame to the assortment of objects not meeting his standards. 

“If you say so...” You walked past him, making sure to skirt around the bubble of personal space you had imagined to be there, to examine the wall of glass blown wind chimes. He clicked his tongue before diving into his reply.

“You fuckin’ love my gifts.” 

You didn’t turn back around, letting the statement fall without confirmation or denial. Instead, you let the silence build up a small wall between you. You ignored the way your shoulders tensed as you resisted the immediate catalog of presents now attempting to push their way through any other thoughts. He, of course, wasn’t wrong. Katsuki was an amazing chooser of gifts. Even the small random finds for no occasion at all were still some of your favorite things. Presents so perfect they had remained in your home even when Bakugou hadn’t. You weren’t able to move them, much less get rid of them. You never would. You really did ‘fuckin’ love’ his gifts. You swiped your finger against the paper laden strings in front of you, sending a wave of jingles throughout the store.  

“Excuse me, ma’am. Please don’t do that.” 

You snatched your hand back, now noticing a small sign with bold red letters reminding customers to restrain themselves from what you were getting scolded for now. Your face warmed as you apologized, but you still managed to direct a small kick to the shin of the snickering hero behind you. You spun around as soon as the clerk moved out of sight again. 

“It’s not that funny.” 

“It sure as hell is. You always get into some sort of trouble when we go out.” Your eyebrow arched at the phrasing. He coughed before adding, “uh, out shopping.” 

“So am I just here for comedic relief then? Thought you needed help picking out a gift for your mom.” 

He laughed again, stretching his arm over your shoulder and leaning toward the wall behind you. Too close. You turned your head as if to scan the back of the store for any missed items, ignoring the quickly changing proximity. His breath, which you definitely didn’t notice was cinnamon scented from the mints that were still apparently his favorite, brushed against your neck. You froze at the sound of a jingle and met the glare of the same clerk that had just reminded you of the rules.  

“Excuse me, sir. Please-” 

“Yea, yea. I know. We’ll take these.” He had already disentangled himself from your personal space, now holding two glass blown bell wind chimes. “That rule isn’t logical by the way. Unless you don’t actually want people to buy shit.”

“Of course, I can get those wrapped up.” The change in tone was obvious now that a purchase was eminent. Although the clerk ignored the advice, still moving with a swiftness to take the bells as if there really was some looming threat hiding behind the hands-off policy.  

“Are you sure?” The choice just seemed so random.

“Course. She’ll love ‘em.”  

“Um no offense, but why?” Your head tilted as he hesitated.

“I think they’ll be a sort of good luck charm for her.” His words came out slow and measured, the same way you had all been trained to talk to citizens you wanted to stay calm.

“I see.” You didn’t, but you chose to trust him and ignore how fucking weird he was being. “And you’re sure about the colors?” 

“Obviously. They wouldn’t work if they were different.” 

“I see.” You definitely didn’t, but at least he had dropped the crisis management voice.

You caught one more glimpse of glass as the clerk began closing the small wooden boxes. The first one, now hidden from view, had been a translucent grey, spotted with orange and black and a few green specks. The second...you frowned at the familiar colors. They were the same ones you were now expected to only wear five days a week. Your color palette.  

Your feet did not follow the path set by the hero you had been trailing all morning. They stayed firmly rooted as you blinked at the transaction’s completion. Why? Why was he doing this? Why was he like this? Why had so many small things stayed meaningful? Why did you have any meaning for him? For his family?  

Katsuki Never-Picks-The-Wrong-Gift Bakugou had chosen good luck tokens to give to his mother...one that clearly represented Dynamight and the other that suspiciously reflected your costume that his mother had helped design the last time you upgraded. His mother, who, yes had always loved and welcomed you, but shouldn’t care less about your safety after how you’d hurt her son.

You took a moment to berate yourself for questioning the character of a Bakugou. She would never wish for anything but safety for any hero. What was truly upsetting was you had never really let yourself stop to think how he had to tell them months ago. He had to explain to them what you had hardly been able to communicate to him when you left. What had he told them? The truth? That you were detrimental to each other. That it was your fault. That you chose this. That you hurt him. You had a horrible and quickly growing urge to cry. 

The pressure of the door handle against your back jolted you back into the space you were filling. You must’ve been slowly backing away towards the exit. Red eyes turned at the noise of the bell you brushed against as you gripped the means of escape. And, of course, you did what had become so natural when those eyes met yours. The motion came even more easily now that you risked tears visbily falling with every slow second that crawled by. The same action you took nearly a year ago. 

You fucking ran. 

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[bugcreations]

Master post for my most favorite subject when it comes to my MK1 stories - my fankids! They each mean so much to my little hearts in different ways and I'm always looking for ways to make them better, so please ask about them! For now here's the info on them…

🩷Astrid🩷

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5'8

Likes: Fashion design, poetry, "fancy things", the color pink, butterflies, weaving

Hates: Stormy days, dull colors, mint flavors

Astrid, as you can probably guess, is the princess of Outworld! She has a pretty neutral image, some praise her for her fighting talent, polite, charming and witty personality and fashion-foward mindset, while others show disdain for her as she’s a result of a once formerly forbidden relationship, and…she inherits Tarkat.

However, Astrid has a strong heart, and she doesn’t see her Tarkat as a burden or a struggle, rather an obstacle that makes her stronger each time she comes back from overcoming bursts of her infection. She’d rather focus more on the things she wants to do, which involve fashion design, poetry, and hoping to explore Earthrealm and the unique cultures it can offer, something she wants to do a tad bit more than becoming Empress.

💙Mankato💙

(Note this one technically a windwolf fanchild - I HC Fujin to be a girl, and Nightwolf to be transfem in this timeline. Ed Boon dont fuck them up!!!!)

Mankato, otherwise known as Blue, is the definition of crafty and fun! He has autism and ADHD, mainly expressed through his energetic and disorganized nature, and his intense interest in owls! He lives and breathes owls, through art. He loves to paint, draw, sketch and color owls and all in his favorite colors, which are the primary colors.

Blue is pretty much your definition of a “silly little guy,” he’s the heart of gold of the team and also the shortest! But despite his small, sweet personality, he has impeccable fighting skills, which he can put to good use thanks to his mom’s wind talisman! He greatly aspires to be as important and strong as his Uncle Raiden, and wishes to be something like a Champion like him someday. But for now, he’s too busy having adventures with his friends and painting…wait for it…owls.

Age: 17

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’3

Likes: Owls, primary colors, soft clothing, sushi (with salmon and avocado only! It’s his safe food), adventure, arts and crafts

Hates: Anything bitter tasting, loud parties, people touching his braids

🧡Nanami🧡

Nanami is a total butch, reckless girl - she’s sassy, brave, and dresses like Adam Sandler. She’s got a big interest in boxing and basketball, and her athletic skills also aid her in kombat. While she definitely struggles with issues like her impulsiveness, her dads’ constant smothering, and her secret insecurities, she doesn’t let that show, as she just tries to do what she wants.

She’s the fighter of the group, she’ll protect them at any costs as she feels the most comfortable around them. If anything were to happen to any of her family and friends, she would never forgive herself.

Age: 17

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 5’5

Likes: Tigers, basketball, gaming, blue and orange colors, sports, boxing

Hates: Dresses, flowers, the color green, mushrooms

💚Kung Wei💚

Kung Wei is a bit of the jokester of the team, as he’s cowardly, often talks as if he’s full of himself, and throws himself into rather dumb situations for attention. He’s not a bad person at all though! He just likes to enjoy the wild side of life, and everyone constantly talks about how he’s a mini copy of Kung Lao.

Like Nanami, he too has insecurities, mostly rooted in being compared to all these great heroes in his family and scared he will also be forced into the dangers they have experienced. While his dads try to help him realize he doesn’t have to live like that, Kung Wei has some deep down anxiety that makes it hard for him to think otherwise.

Age: 16

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’8 Likes: Animals, food (especially involving shrimp), nature, skateboarding and board games (even though he loses half the time) Hates: Horror movies, lemons, insects, Vaternians (he’s terrtified of them)

❤️Spindle❤️ And now for my most favorite fankid, and makes up a large majority of my stories, my Reivik fankid!!!! Spindle was born and raised in Chaosrealm, so he’s a bit of a unique person when it comes to who he is! He’s a bit socially awkward often, under the impression others don’t trust him, but if he’s comfortable around othetrs (typcially his friend group) then he becomes witty, friendly and very joking as well. His intelligence comes from the ability to observe his surroundings and others in crystal clear ways in order to figure out how he can make others like him, since he always believes they don’t at first.

He may crack jokes and all, but he has the worst secret of the group - a type of curse he was born with, called Flesh’s Teeth. The way Spindle's curse works is like this - Any part of Spindle's skin can open up to create a mouth of razor-sharp teeth with a long snakelike tongue, and his eyes will glow red. Spindle gets much more ruthless, bloodthirsty and Ravenous in this form as due to his curse.He will go out of his way to attack anyone he finds delicious (Relatives are immune to his craving). When he eats his fill (typically 100 - 150 pounds), his nose will start bleeding, he will black out and not remember anything when he wakes up an hour later. His manifestations are spontaneous, but they typically occur every two weeks or so.

Spindle is always living with the fear that he will kill someone close to him, even if not his actualy family - and so he thinks everyone has a right to not like him, and that it is up to him to change it. However, what he doesn’t realize is that he is the glue of the group, and his friends are always there for him, even during his worst moments.

Age: 17 Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 6’0 Likes: The color blood red, hyenas, human anatomy, sewing, the smell of wood Hates: Bright lights, huge crowds, being questioned, tight spaces

[the-burd-lord]

Velvette redesign and rewrite!

Out of all of the redesigns she’s the one I changed the most. I originally started making her redesign before the actual show came out, so I mostly went off of her bare bones wiki description. Mainly the fact that she makes love potions, which I incorporated more into her design (although I’m still trying to find a good balance without making it obvious).

I changed her from being a doll into being made out of chocolate and various types of candy to fit with her new position. The vibe I was trying to go with was mint chocolate and sour candy, which probably doesn’t show much in the design. And although it’s not shown much in these images, most of her outfits would probably be centered around some kind of candy or dessert.

Loosely based on Sour Belt Cookie and Chocolate Bon Bon Cookie from Cookie run.

Still working on better colors, but her color palette is mostly going to be green to complement and contrast Valentino’s mostly red palette and Vox’s blue palette. Especially since it fits with the new nerdy personality and position I’ve rewritten for her.

On that note of new position, she’s a social media influencer with her own makeup and clothing brand. She’s built up this false persona of being a ditsy air-headed fashion guru, whereas she’s actually a brilliant chemist who commits frequent assassinations with makeup products. Along with also running a food processing plant in gluttony where she’s able to secretly test different chemicals and potions on her unwitting employees.

There’s also her relations to the other Vees. She’s the closest with Vox as they both have an understanding of technology, and Vox is always curious to hear about her scientific endeavors. Especially if it will mean more profit. She also helps Vox with his upgrades and repairs, since although she doesn’t know much about the inner workings of pcs or tvs, she is the only one he trusts not to kill him. And it’s shaky trust at that.

Overtime Vox does learn to genuinely trust Velvette and they build a friendship of sorts by just annoying each other with whatever scheme they’re trying to pull for the week.

They are both on shaky terms with Valentino. Velvette is able to distance herself from him and only keep their relationship to a professional standard, unlike Vox who has to act like his on-call handyman at times. She uses her schemes as an excuse to distance Vox from him.

Definitely going to workshop her design a bit more, but this is the general gist of her redesign and rewrite.

Also it should be noted that my design for Valentino is outdated, going to post about his redesign and rewrite tomorrow.

[yours-the-author]

...And by a day or two I mean like five.

Sorry for the delay, everyone! First I had work and assignments to do, then I had to spend a whole day drawing the base sketches for each picture, then I had to color them but my phone started dying so I had to do it in two days instead of one... I feel like I always overestimate or underestimate how long things like this will take; there is never an in-between.

Anyway, as you may or may not know, @lumyious-studios came up with a lovely little idea (original post here and post further exploring the concept here), and the moment I saw it, I knew I had to draw something. This isn't a full concept or anything (I don't have the brain energy to make a whole AU out of this), but I've got some fun little bits and bobs to show off, so enough waiting around! Let's set the scene!

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The shadow monsters appeared suddenly, quietly, as if they had always been there. A planet already struggling with violence and theft was at the mercy of a darkness that spread mischief and tragedy wherever love was felt. The world prayed for a savior, but nobody came. So the world kept turning, for what else was there to do?

Much time passed, and the world eventually found a new sense of normalcy. People's lives continued on around the dangerous shadows, including the lives of the Toppat Clan as they scoured the world for treasures and valuables to expand their power and influence.

Then, one fateful day, in an inconspicuous lot of dying grass that was rumored to hide a great treasure, the world changed forever...

Desperate to save his chief, the Right Hand Man of the Toppat Clan reached for what he hoped was an impromptu weapon to fight off the darkness.

And one

*MAGICAL TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE THAT LOOKED REALLY COOL AND EPIC TRUST ME YOU GUYS*

later...

RIGHT HAND MAGICAL GIRL was born!

As unexpected as this sudden transformation was, Right Hand Magical Girl quickly got to work.

And that's the first half of the episode!

The second half introduces the staple of every magical girl anime/manga ever: the adorable and definitely not dubious magical companion that leads the hero to the right path!

And just as quickly as it was introduced, the adorable and definitely not dubious magical companion was gone forever...

...Or was it?

As uncertain as the chief of the Toppat Clan was about his Right Hand Man's magical new side gig, he quickly came around to the misadventures that followed.

...Too quickly, actually...

Aaand, SCENE!

Obviously, a magical girl dress should be drawn in complete detail with all the frills and ribbons to match... unfortunately stick figures- despite the name- do not actually have good figures. So I ended up creating a slightly thinner version of Mayor Fredrickson as the base for the full image of Right Hand Magical Girl. It took a lot of time to get the body down just right (and don't even get me started on those hands), but I think it looks pretty okay!

You may be able to tell, but a big influence for this outfit was the Magical Dress from Animal Crossing: New Horizons (I tried to add a link to a picture but Tumblr Did Not Like That), but I also drew inspiration from Sailor Moon and whatever Google Images pulled up. The shoes were also fun; I decided to add some fun little ankle flaps that pop outwards and I like it a lot! I also settled on giving Right Hand Magical Girl silver slippers as a homage to the original version of The Wizard of Oz, which was switched to ruby slippers in the movie since color TV was new and silver wouldn't look as fun. Here though, silver is a better match for purple.

Speaking of purple, you might be asking: why he ourple tho? I thought about doing pink, or a variety of colors, or even mint green, but given that Right Hand Man's official Among Us color is purple, I figured it'd be good to stick with a classic look. And he works it, if I may toot my own horn for a bit.

The shadow monsters feed on love, so since Right Hand Man and Reginald are... you know... they get attacked pretty frequently. Right still has his hands full protecting his chief, there's just some magical stuff added on now.

Hmm, that adorably dubious magical creature we got rid of in the first episode looks all shadowy when it gets splatted... maybe it's actually the real leader of the shadows, a miniature god of chaos and hate that plays this game over and over again on every planet it finds, picking some random sap to be the "hero" that eventually gets defeated in the end? If it is, I can't imagine it's too happy that Right Hand Magical Girl isn't playing by the rules... Right had better watch his back (or the back of who he most desires...)

Okay, done, boom, happy birthday, peace and love in the world despite everything! I hope this little thing I made brought a smile to your face, or at least made you exhale sharply out of your nose in amusement.

Stay safe, ya'll. I'll see you this Monday for the next update of Liminal Love!

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Iwatani Naofumi - "Naofumi's Fairy Guide"

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

If Naofumi had an actual guide to show him the ropes of of the new world he was forcibly transported to, his time as the shield hero surely wouldn't have been as tough. This guide of his just so happens to be a fairy.

                                                                                                   

🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡

I'm gonna say he be a mix of Sylph from Black Clover, Paimon from Genshin Impact, and Nabi from The Legend of Zelda. Probably with the size of Sylph, the appetite of Paimon, and the kinda annoyingly timed tips of Nabi. I think he'd have a more teasing personality but he'd also be super protective of Naofumi. Kinda like a rabid chihuahua when he's mad.

I think a few abilities that he has would be like that one spell Mimosa (from Black Clover) has where she made a map of the dungeon out of a flower bulb, intimate knowledge of the various countries in the new world, boosting various stats of Naofumi's, strengthening and adding attributes to equipment, and sending and receiving information telepathically to and from Naofumi.

He probably has a more blue/green, mint or sea foam color pallet to stand out from Naofumi, Raphtalia and Filo. I'll say his wings are more dragonfly-esque, probably glowing white in color with a few dark blue/green accents.

He'd join the shield trio through a level reward bonus of Naofumi's, most likely. Maybe He'd come out of an inconspicuous or mundane item like a book or a ring.

Definitely a win-win for Naofumi, I'd say.

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"Master, you're going the wrong way again. Melromarc is northeast of here, not southeast."

The fairy guide huffed as he watched his master wander in the opposite direction of their destination for the nth time. He fluttered over and landed on the shield touting man's shoulder, taking ahold of his earlobe and yanking on it as he shouted in his ear.

"Hey! Listen to me! You can ogle the scenery on we get back to Melromarc, idiot!"

"Ow! Okay! I get it, you damn mosquito!"

Naofumi growled as he swatted at the small boy, missing each time. Raphtalia and Filo turn to look at the commotion being made.

"Hurry up! Hurry! Hurry! I'm hungry again!"

Filo chirps as she waves her arms around and hops in place impatiently, Raphtalia trying to calm her down.

"Yes we should be going soon, Master Naofumi. We need to arrive before dark."

Raphtalia informs, holding filo up by her armpits as she thrashes around like a rabid animal. Naofumi sighs in annoyance before motioning for the fairy boy to lead the way once again.

🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡•♡•🛡

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

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[soft-persephone]

Writing Club

A request by @nerdieforpedro featuring a snippet of her own writing!! So in a way, it’s a collab!💞🫶🏾

WC: 1.9k //T-M: Read at your own risk. (Just a tiny snippet of smut. Very tiny, but it’s there) // fluff, extra soft but it’s Nick Miller soft // masterlist

Nick pulled at the collar of the polo he was wearing.

It was Schmidt’s.

It was too new and too bright in color. Nothing at all like his well worn, loved and used shirts he used too. He wasn’t a complete animal and knew how to take care of his clothes.

“It’s mint green,” Schmidt said apologetically as he handed it to him.

Nick was only half listening, as he took the shirt from Schmidt before he finally realized what he said. “What?” He turned his nose up in disgust, undoubtedly frowning.

“What are you sorry for?” He was genuinely confused.

“Mint green is a spring color!” Schmidt immediately raised his voice to an excruciating level of annoying, “we all know spring colors wash you out! You’re a natural fall!” He waved his hands to emphasize his point.

“Why are you yelling at me?!”

“I just want you to know fall colors make you pop and really flatter the natural glow of your skin! They make your eyes shine!”

“Stop yelling at me!” Nick turned to walk out the door. Taking a breath, he turned around, “Thank you for saying that stuff about my eyes and the colors and stuff, man. I’ve been feeling kinda down about my look lately.”

“You're welcome.” Schmidt nodded and spoke at a normal voice level, and put his hand over his heart. “If you ever want to talk about your look,” he put a hand on Nick’s shoulder, “I will always have the time.”

It would have never been his first choice, at least it had sleeves, even if a bit tight, he wasn’t in the mood to have his arms out. It was a pretty slow night and he didn’t have to worry about fetching any kegs throughout this shift.

It’s going to be an easy day.

He knocked on the wood of the bar. Just in case.

“Hey, do you work here?” A scrawny guy with medium length hair, hipster glasses, and red checkered flannel interrupted his thoughts.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Nick replied casually, throwing the bar towel over his shoulder.

“Do you guys happen to allow meetings or like, group gatherings and stuff.”

“On Thursday nights we have a group of women in here for a book club and wine. Is it something like that?” Nick would have asked if it was a nerd thing like Dungeons and Dragons, but he didn't want to be rude. However, this guy did look like the kids who played when he was growing up.

“Yeah, could we come later today around 7pm? Or is that too early?”

“It's fine man. I’ll set up a space for you guys at 6:30. If I run out of time, “6:45 at the latest.”

The day went by fast and he had the table set up in no time. Luckily for these guys it was a slow night, so it wouldn’t be getting too loud or rowdy throughout the evening for whatever this group was planning to do here.

So far there were only three at the tables he had set up together, and there weren't any weird looking board games or dice pulled out yet, so it was definitely no, to the Dungeons and Dragons thing.

Some had laptops and some had ipads, but they weren't talking to each other at all. One by one they arrived, pulled out a device of some kind, someone even opting out of that part and only using a notebook and a pen. What was going on?

He had to investigate this.

“Uh. . . .Does anyone want a drink?”

“Oh Right, this is a bar.” a curly redhead laughed and few other people at the table.

Weirdos.

Coming back with their drinks, not because he is nice, but because he’s bored and he still has questions.

“What kind of club is this? None of you guys have been looking at each other or talked once.’

“Uh. . .” the red head looked around at everybody else. Two refused to look up, and some were looking just as squirly as Red was.

"It's fanfiction.”

That's when Nick noticed you.

“Cool.'' Nick said it matter of factly and everyone stopped to stare at him.

Fuck, did he say something wrong.

“Or not cool?”

“You’re a writer?” Red looked him up and down.

"And you all look like a bunch of weird nerds who play board games and make believe, but I wasn't going to say that because I'm not a terrible person who judges people, but if you wanna get nasty then we can get nasty about it.”

She put her hands up in defeat and a few people around the table chuckled.

“Sorry about Ashley” glasses from earlier interjected with a wave, “She’s moody and defensive. . .and sensitive.”

“What are you working on?” you interrupted again, this time catching his full attention.

There was something about you. It made his hands sweaty and his heart beat way too fast.

‘Yeah– uh– no, it's. . . a novel.” He watched as you continued to type on our laptop. How you pouted a little as you concentrated. “Zombie detective, Julius Pepperwood.” He didn't feel so comfortable giving the whole spiel as he would with his friends. He barely let them read it,so it would be even more difficult to get a stranger to, but you did pipe out something about fanfiction. He could get behind that.

“I wrote a walking dead fanfiction a while back and I've never gotten another pair of eyes on it. Is there something you guys do here for that? For reading people's stuff?

“Yeah, man, that's what Ivan here is for.” glasses lapped another guy on the back with a grin.

“Sounds like a plan. I get off in 40 minutes.”

That's when he found himself next to you with his legal pad and a gold pencil.

You turned to him with an odd look.

“You can’t be serious.”

There was something cute about the way you looked at him with such perplexed reverence.

“What?” he asked. Still confused despite thinking about how cute you were.

You tsked, grabbing your bag before digging around in it. You practically threw a pen at him.

“Thanks.”

Nick jotted out the plot of the next chapter of his novel. He wasn’t planning on doing any writing around these guys just yet. Besides, they all used fancy laptops, and he didn't know how to feel about that. They seemed too trusting of modern technology.

“NIck, this is dark.” Ivan pushed away the notebook of his old work.

“It's The Walking Dead.”

‘You delve into Rick and Shane’s past, and make their regular lives seem so awful before the virus hits. You’re SHane is way too depressed and . . . its just so fucked up.”

Nick sucked in a breath. He didn’t want to get in too deep about the specifics.

‘It's not dark. . . it's real. Who’s to say that who Rick and Shane became in the apocalypse is who they've been their entire lives. It just took the world ending to see that.” He uncomfortably shrugged his shoulders for emphasis and took a swig of his beer.

“Zombies suck.”

“Ashly!” glasses gave her a lick before apologizing to NIck.

Nick waved him off and shook his head.

“Don’t mind her.” you whispered to him, “All she writes is the same hurt comfort scenario 50 million times like we haven't read it before. I don't even think she notices!”

That made Nick laugh, and you gave him a funny look. Your eyes widen a bit before you push your glasses back onto your face and go back to typing.

“How about you?” it came out way too low and grumbly. He cleared his throat and coughed a little.

Then you looked back at him with a small “hmm.” made his heart flutter. He had to tighten his grip on his beer bottle to keep his toes from curling in his boots.

“What do you write?”

You practically shoved your screen in front of him, moving a little too quickly.

“woah,” he chuckled, “slow down! I promise I'm not going anywhere.”

The Mandalorian did not allow you to finish before he pulled you into his lap as he had done many times before. . . .

That was cool. He liked Star Wars. Kinda. . .He knew of it, but he could take it or leave it, but he wouldn’t tell you that. Maybe if it had zombies?

only this time, he spread your legs wide, exposing the sopping mess that was your pussy. Your hands found his broad back, pulling yourself close to him, but he took hold of your hips once more and lifted you up, lining your folds with his cock again and pulled you down, plunging his full thickness within you at once. The sensation caused another orgasim and he allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder, caressing your back as he warmed within you.

“Maker, you’re the perfect place to be Sard’ika. I’ll mold you to my cock. I’ll keep making you sing.” Din licked your ear as he spoke, then kissed your neck. Now you were the one humming softly, but that wasn’t enough. It was much too quiet.

“Let me hear you, Cyar’ika. You’ll give me another song and squeeze won’t you?” His teasing voice was even worse unmodulated and on your neck, his lips marking the words into your skin. It had you continuing to drip on his cock, he felt your walls quivering so he chose that time to thrust upward, moving his large hands under your knees to better lift you.

Your nails scratched his back up and down as he rutted upward, the only thing you were capable of saying was his name, repeatedly and in increasing volume. Eventually your hands made their way back to his beautiful chocolate curls, pulling on them. You felt the rush of blood downward, knowing that you were going to climax again, however this time, Din was looking up at you, his brow drenched in sweat, furrowed and his mouth agape.

Deep brown eyes studying your slack jaw as it formed a smile. He began giving your staggered thrusts before you felt the heat, though not your own. It was his, Din had spread his spend inside of you coating your walls, he called your name as your cunt milked him your all it could, the two of your rigid bodies frozen together before crashing in the middle of the bed. Din did not pull out of you though.

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Nick gave you back your laptop. His eyebrows raising high on his forehead, “What kind of fanfiction are you writing?” He scoffed out a laugh of schock.

“Wouldn't you like to know, vanilla?”

“VANILLA?” Nick scoffed for eat this time.

“Let me tell you lady, you don't know me. There’s nothing vanilla about me.’

“Maybe not about you,” you studied him, “but definitely in your writing.”

This got a lot of ooohs from the table.

“Well prepare to eat those words next week.”

Nick bit the end of his pen in thought.

It was long overdue for Julius and Night to have a special encounter, but he didn’t quite know where to take it, but after reading your little story, he had more than enough ideas.

The Shed.

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The Craving

Ao3

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Summary: pregnancy cravings and baby names

Annabeth thinks back to that potato leek soup she ordered on April Fools Day, remembers wondering how early was too early to be having pregnancy cravings, and telling the waiter she’d been craving that soup all week had definitely been too early; she now knew this to be true. 

How did she know? Pregnancy cravings were far more intense. 

She’d always been a sort of sweet and salty girl. Dipping pretzels into melted chocolate was fairly standard for her pre-pregnancy cravings.

So much so that Percy kept a bowl of chocolate in their living room and always got a sampling of salty snacks to choose from anytime he went food shopping. 

Now, she wants that soup. It’s the middle of July. Hot enough that you’re sweating before you even step outside and this baby wants goddamn soup. 

Annabeth does what any smart and rational person would do—makes reservations at that same restaurant for tonight. Then, she calls Percy. 

“Hey, everything okay? Do you need me?” 

He’s sweet. Percy’s always been sweet but since April, Annabeth has noticed that he’s even more attentive. 

“I’m okay, baby’s okay too.” She subconsciously places a hand to her stomach. “I made dinner plans for 5:30.” 

It’s only half past 3 now. 

“I’ll be home by then. I’m finishing up at mom’s now.” 

Percy had gone over to hangout with Estelle because Sally had gotten called into work. Filling in for a sick co-worker. 

She can hear Estelle in the background. 

“How is she?” 

“We were halfway to making brownies from scratch when she switched tactics and now I’m in a tiara.” 

Annabeth grins. “Take some photos for me.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

But she knows better. Percy probably already has taken said photos. 

“Okay, okay,” Percy is saying, “Stella wants to talk to you.” 

There’s laughter in his voice as he passes the phone to his sister. 

“Beth.” 

“Hi Estelle. How are you?”

“Percy and I made you a gift.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup, I did most of the work though.” 

“Hey!” Percy exclaims. 

“I bet you did. That sounds just like my…” She wants to say husband. But he’s not yet. “Percy.” 

“Our Percy,” Estelle corrects. 

“Yes, he is ours. Get him back to me safe, okay?” 

“I will.” 

“Can you put him back on?” 

Estelle makes an affirmative noise and Percy’s back. 

“So a gift huh?” 

“Yeah, Estelle’s quite the artist as you know.” 

Their apartment’s fridge was just as covered as Sally and Paul’s. 

“I do.” 

In fact, she’s looking at one of those drawings now. Hanging as close to the top of the fridge as it can be is a rainbow. Sitting above the rainbow: a small village, a few houses and some stick figures in various colors.

Annabeth knows it’s Estelle’s version of Olympus. She drew it as Annabeth told her about the renovations she was doing there. To Estelle, Olympus is still a myth. A nice little story to explain how the world works. Someday, she’ll know the truth. Maybe she’ll even have the sight to see through the mist like her mom. 

Annabeth wonders if their baby will have that too. Being a child of two demigods, they must have a good chance. 

“Beth? I think I lost you.” 

“Hun? Oh, I’m, um, here. Sorry, distracted.”

“I asked, why the sudden dinner plans?” 

“Soup.”

“What? Soup?” He’s chuckling. 

“April Fools Day. I got that potato leek soup.” 

“I see, your cravings are weird.” 

“At least I’m not eating pickles and ice cream.” 

“Don’t knock it till you try it, Chase,” Percy says. 

“You’re so gross. You’re never even eaten it and you’re defending it.”

“That’s it, after you get your soup we’re having pickles and ice cream. I’ll stop at the store on my way home.” 

“No!” Annabeth laughs, “I don’t want that.”

“What flavor do you want?” He ignores her. “Vanilla? Chocolate? I think mint chip would be a little too much green.” 

Annabeth is shaking her head. “Just get blue sprinkles and we’ll be good.”

Percy does indeed get blue sprinkles, a jar of pickles, and a pint of half vanilla half chocolate ice cream. In a second bag, he has chocolates and two different bags of chips. He really does know her. 

After Annabeth gets her soup, he makes sundaes. And she has to admit, she was right, it's so gross. Percy on the other hand goes back for seconds. 

She’s staring at her future husband dipping pickles into chocolate fudge thinking she’s the luckiest woman alive. 

“Percy?” 

Spoon in mouth, he looks up with eyebrows raised in question. 

“We should probably start thinking about names.” 

“I think we should leave Greek heroes out of it.” 

Annabeth smiles, “okay that’ll narrow it down.” 

They both decided not to find out the baby’s gender. So their baby name list becomes a bit all over the place. 

“How long do people normally take to decide on a name?” 

“Sometimes parents decide in the hospital,” Annabeth tells him, “we won’t be that couple.” 

“Noted.” He examines their list again. “I still like Penelope.” 

“I thought you said no Greek heroes?” She chuckles. 

He shrugs, “maybe we’re limiting ourselves.” 

“If you get to add Penelope, I get Diomedes.” 

She’s only mostly kidding. 

“I’ll put Phillip back on the table.” 

“Because it means fond of horses? No.” 

They do a lot of playful fighting. A lot. 

“Fine, Alexandra.” 

“Just because that was almost your name does not mean it should be our potential daughters,” Percy says. 

“So what? It’s a good name.” 

“Okay, how about Chris then?”

Annabeth stares blankly at him. 

“That was almost my name. After my grandpa.” 

“I could not see you as a Chris.” 

Percy laughs, “me neither.” 

“So where does this leave us?” Annabeth asks, looking over their list. 

“With 3 girl names and 2 boys,” Percy answers. “Should we discuss middle names?” 

“Another day, can’t we just put a movie on?” 

Annabeth snuggles into his side. She might not make it through this movie. Percy made for an awfully comfortable pillow. 

A week later Annabeth wakes up hot. And alone. She pats the space next to her and finds only disturbed sheets, no Percy. She gets up and turns on her fan before venturing to the bathroom; she might as well pee since she’s up anyway. 

She quietly pads down the hallway afterwards noticing a light coming from downstairs. It’s the kitchen. Maybe Percy had gotten up for a glass of water. Annabeth decides she could use a drink too. Even if it means she’ll have to pee again. 

Instead of seeing Percy leaning against the sink nursing a glass of water, she sees him hunched over a notepad scribbling something down. 

“Am I interrupting?” She asks. 

He falls out of his seat.  

“Shit, are you okay?” Annabeth says, kneeling on the floor next to him. 

“Fine, fine.” Percy brushes her off and stands up on his own before helping Annabeth to her feet too. 

“What are you doing up?” 

“Got hot.” 

He nods. 

“Why are you up?” She asks, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. 

Percy shrugs, “I had some ideas for baby names. And I decided on a middle name.” 

“Oh? So I get no input on the middle name?” 

She’s mostly teasing but it is their baby. Annabeth is not about to let Percy make this decision alone. 

“Alright, hit me.” Annabeth opens the fridge to pour herself some water. “What name did you choose?” 

He smiles. Like he’s got a secret he can’t wait to share with someone. 

“I think it’ll work as a gender neutral name,” he tells her. “Though it’s usually male.” 

She sips her water waiting for the big reveal. Percy’s never been one for keeping secrets very long from her. The longest one was probably his proposal but even then they had so many discussions about marriage it was always a matter of when he’d ask her, not if he would. 

“Chase.” 

Annabeth softens. 

She wanted to be a Jackson when they got married. Sally and Percy welcomed her into their family when she was young and she always felt safe with them. Paul and Estelle were just added bonuses. There weren’t enough Jacksons as far as Annabeth was concerned. But being a Chase meant a lot to her too. 

It was the name she always had. Something tying her to her dad, her brothers. Even when some days she wished she didn’t have that tie, it was still who she was. Being able to incorporate the only identity she’d know into their baby’s was enough to make her tear up. 

“It’s perfect.” 

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The difference between ingenious and witty? That's Gabi and Misha.

Gabi and Misha are foils to each other despite having a lot in common, mainly how they're the "brains" (or eggheads, depending on who you ask) of their respective friend groups. Whether their rivalry will turn into romance or even involve Raf and Sulfus later on... I won't say :P I will share my design notes tho!

There was zero intention on my part to reference "Gabe" and Misha from the show: I wanted Gabi to form part of the main cast again and since the series had him and Misha as older alumni, I had to discard them completely. This is why my Gabi takes entirely after the comic and why Misha was developed from scratch in terms of visuals, since she was a series-exclusive character.

I switched Gabi's main color from green to cyan since I decided to associate his shade of forest green with Miki; the yellow stripes were inspired by his bumblebee mascot and added some much needed contrast to his teal and cyan hues. Meanwhile, Misha's colors are derived from magenta: the mint-green accessories provide some contrast to all the muted purple tones I used. Misha's earrings and braid were inspired by her scorpion mascot, too.

Gabi's sweater also includes a hoodie to make it extra cozy. Turns out guys in IT and other computer sciences are often treated as "invisible" workers (I see y'all, you rock!), so they generally get to avoid wearing formal office attire and I thought it would be cool to reflect that! Also computer rooms need to be kept cold or the equipment will overheat, so sweaters are often a must.

Misha is very professional and sensible unlike most devils, so I tried to focus on that instead of her sexy biker look. I'd rather not make my underage characters sexy, thank you. I went with punk schoolgirl instead: since she's the most studious of the devils, she's a rebel within the system. She's also the only devil in the main cast with a light-colored shirt to represent her odd nature.

For the sake of my sanity I refrained from using a plaid skirt for Misha since keeping track of the pattern would be a nightmare in serialization (my goal was to work on this project like I would for an official reboot and I originally planned making it into a comic).

While Gabi's canon counterparts are light skinned, I gave him a warm skin tone to contrast better with the cyan. He's not meant to represent any particular ethnicity, but I've known people who look like Gabi all my life, from all parts of the world, so that was my aim: he looks like someone who could easily be my neighbor.

I placed Gabi's bumblebee right on his chest between his hoodie's laces so it looks like a bolo tie and Misha's scorpion is curled up around her wrist like a bracelet. This is to signify how Gabi is especially proud of his work ethic, and Misha keeps her feelings and thoughts, but also her weapons, at hand.

Overall Misha is definitely one of my most extreme revamps, while Gabi's one of the characters with the least changes needed, at least by my usual standards.

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