#now if i can just learn how to do lighting and make hazel look more ominous i'd be all set

[starbound-sda-comic]

i haven't drawn in weeks cuz i started a new job but i did manage to make this more elegant version of Hazel last week! i’ve been binge listening to tinashe cuz of this music au i thought of for my ocs (more on that later) and her music straight up unlocked some things in me for hazel and their motivations in the canon story. idk what's happening but kinda excited to explore this more!

[transmascsteveharrington]

Eddie likes his walk home from work. He makes his way through the grove along the small river. It clears his head and lets him relax. When he reaches one of the many little bridges he has to cross he suddenly stops in his tracks. Someone is standing up to hip in the middle of the small river. You couldn't pay Eddie to dive into the silt but also it's the end of October?? Part curious, part worried Eddie steps closer.

The guy in the water is still completely dressed in what looks like slack and a by now very see through button down. His hair is dripping and his entire body is shivering. That doesn't stop him though from diving back into the water only to resurface an impressive amount of time late, looking frustrated and cursing quietly.

"Can I help you, man?" Eddie calls out to him and the guy spins around. Even in the dim evening light Eddie can make out the most beautiful hazel eyes.

"I'm getting a divorce," the guy calls back, like it explains anything.

"So you're what? Drowning yourself?"

"I'm not drowning myself," the guy snaps, "I can't find the fucking key."

"The key?" Eddie asks, confused before it hits him. The small bridge he is standing on is aching under the weight of all the padlocks chained to it by newly-weds who watched one too many travel documentaries about Paris and think this is the Pont des Arts. Well,

Eddie can admit that it's kinda cut to buy a padlock, engrave your initials on it, lock it and throw the key into the river, but it's also kinda cheesy and stupid if your marriage doesn't last. Case in point. The guy looks like he is about to dive in again, which is even more stupid there is no way he is going to find a key, let alone the right one.

"I can help you," Eddie blurts and the guy just glares up at him.

"You gonna come dive with me?"

"No, but I can....," Eddie hesitates and bites his lip, "I can pick your lock."

It's not something to just reveal to strangers. Especially with his aesthetic Eddie knows what it looks like. Eddie learned how to lock-pick at the tender age of eight though, when he wanted to become a magician and then he tried to pick locks just to see if he could. The guy in the water thankfully doesn't point and scream criminal!! He just gives Eddie a considering look.

"Alright," he says and gets out of the water. His wet clothes cling tightly to his body and for a second Eddie forgets how to speak because holy shit divorce dude is ripped. He shakes himself out of his stare but he is pretty sure hot guy noticed if his amused smile is anything to go by.

"So, which one is it?" Eddie asks and the guy points at a cheap, golden padlock that has SH + TH engraved on it. Not even a heart, just the letters.

"Think you can open it?" the guy asks and wraps his arms around his body.

Eddie takes a closer look. The lock is, shit he is gonna crack that baby open in no time.

"Yeah, for sure, this is quite a cheap look, so easy work," he says and takes out a hair pin before he gets to work.

"Figures he'd get a cheap lock," the guy mutters before his teeth start chattering. Without really thinking about it Eddie takes off his leather jacket and hands it to the guy.

"So you don't die of hypothermia before you can get your alimony," Eddie says and goes back to picking the lock. The guy looks very greatful and quickly slides the jacket on. Eddie very pointedly does not look because he know the sight will only distract him further. "If you get alimony."

"Oh, I will," the guy says and pulls Eddie's jacket tighter around himself. "The fucker cheated on me."

"Is he stupid?" Eddie gawks because holy shit how do you cheat on a guy like this? It makes the guy laugh and once again how the fuck do you cheat on him?? Just for that sound alone Eddie would recite vows and he never really saw himself as a marriage person.

"Yeah, he is pretty fucking stupid," the guy snorts and watches as Eddie's nimble finger work on the lock. After a very short time Eddie can feel the last bolt of the lock give way.

"So, are you SH or TH," he asks as he twists his hair pin one more time.

"SH," SH says with a soft smile. "Steve."

"Eddie," Eddie says and finally opens the lock.

"Holy shit, you did it," Steve gapes.

Promised you," Eddie grins and hands the lock over. "And I do keep my promises, sweetheart."

It feels almost symbolic that Eddie was the one to open their 'wed-lock' when he takes Steve home later that night. When they get married they don't engrave a lock. Instead, Eddie carves their names into a young tree. So their love can grow with it. They still like to pass the tree when they are old and grey, and run their wrinkly fingers over their initials, framed by a heart.

[justasecretflower]

HIII!! ermm this is my first time requesting something so idk if I'm doing something wrong, but I saw the Ticci Toby dating before he became a proxy can we pretty please have one where we meet him after he became a proxy? Tyyy!!! (You can just ignore this if you're already making something similar or you just don't want to do it) 🤍🖤

Hi chérie! I love this idea hon:)! When requesting creepypasta you put the “🥀” emoji if you wanna request more :). Love you sm!

🥀- Meeting Ticci Toby! Again after dating him before he was a proxy 🤍

Synopsis- you meet ticci Toby in the woods after you haven’t seen him for years. What’s his reaction?

~fluff.

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- seeing the boy you once loved years ago, now a hatchet in his hands with somebody’s blood smeared on his clothes is certainly a tough sight.

- you were out for a walk in the woods expecting it to be quiet, not expecting to see him..

- his eyes would soften, his shoulders slump and letting go of the hatchet as it slipped out of his grasp.

- he scans over your body head to toe, examining the slight changes within you. He soaks up every bit of it.

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The crickets hopped through the thick blades of grass, fireflies popped out occasionally, lighting up a tiny patch of darkness throughout the forest. It was peaceful, just the way I liked it. The peace coddled me and made me feel snug, like I was wrapped in a quilt.

Hearing some footsteps my eyes quickly snap to look where the source of the sound was, my heart thumping and my body tensing with goosebumps decorating my skin. Then I see him, face to face with a man I used to love. That I mourned when he went missing, that I cried millions of raging oceans of tears for. He had changed tremendously. He grew a good couple of inches / a foot on me (depending on how tall u are.) his face got severely scarred, like his face got cut into, and he had blood splattered on his coat, hands, and hatchet that he was carrying. I didn’t know what happened, I don’t even wanna picture it, but the thoughts telling me I knew what happened, and throwing pictures into my head of my Toby taking someone’s life make me slap a hand over my mouth and take a shaky breath in.

His hazel eyes go through a mix of emotion. Anger, confusion, realization, then landing on a softened look of affection, like our memories together are just now hitting him. I can’t speak. Even if I want to. “Y-Y/n..” he whispers my name like a prayer, soft spoken, promising, gentle, honest.

My hand shakily reaches back down. “Toby.” I echo back. My voice almost a fleeting breath, just barely a whisper. He keeps getting closer, and my breathing keeps getting more shallow with every crunch of the fiery leaves under his boots.

We’re just a couple inches to a foot away from each other now. I can see his dark hazel eyes, that I used to look into before kissing him, the messy brown hair I used to thread between my fingertips , the lips I used to laugh into a kiss on, he pulls so many strings on my heart by just looking at me. Like he’s playing a heavenly harp and I’m just standing here, soaking up his presence.

“I m-missed y-you.” And the walls crumble down, the strings break.

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- he stalks you for a bit, deciding to leave small things he found like pinecones and wildflowers at your porch.

- he makes it clear that he’s sending it.

- eventually, he starts giving them to you in person, starting to talk to you more and more.

- you learned about what happened, and what he does. You’re not thrilled, but you can’t stop what you’re feeling.

- whenever he’s with you, he goes back to a time when he didn’t have any blood on his hands, when he looked up to the stars and kissed you under them, when there were fleeting kisses under the covers and comforting snuggles.

- you’re his warmth.

- unlike him, you didn’t change for the worse, And you’re doing amazing in life, which makes him so happy.

- he knows you find his killing distasteful, so whenever he goes out to kill, he comes back and just.. grips onto you, sinking on his knees and mumbling stuff about how he loves you, he missed you, and how much he’s sorry that he ended up like this. Clothes all bloody and dirty, dirt caking his face with somebody’s blood on his hands.

- his love language is touch..WOAH!!

- his hand is always in yours, finger tips to finger tips, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, kissing softly, tight hugs, loving embraces.

- refuses to get you involved with slender. You’re the only thing in his life that doesn’t revolve around killing, the creeps, and gruesome settings, you’re what brings him back to simpler times, he 100% preserves that.

- “Angel” because you saved him yet again in hard times.

- “sunshine” because you’re the only thing that shines in his horribly dark life (corny but true.)

- cares about your safety and gets you like a thousand locks for your doors and windows, even gifted you a hatchet to match his right next to your bed if something happens while he’s gone.

- he doesn’t mess around when it comes to you. No one touches or hurts his angel.

- sometimes he’ll just..come behind you, interlace your fingers and kiss your lips softly, telling you he loves you.

- he’s so little spoon core.

- he lays on your chest, curls his whole body into you.

- you’re his whole world<3…

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[livwritesstuff]

i was writing a totally different thing and then all of a sudden it was thundering so here have this

Steve had always loved a good thunderstorm. There’s something sort of magic about them, he thinks, about the greenish, unnatural darkness and the way lightning turns the sky a kind of purple and how the air is both cool and warm at the same time.

Back when he was a teenager, when he was stuck by himself the mausoleum his parents called home, he’d sometimes sit by the patio door and watch the storm, watch the clouds opened up and beat rain down on the pool water, and Steve would feel more alive than he had in ages – even if it felt like he was living vicariously through…something. Maybe through how nature gets to storm and rage in a way Steve never will.

But he tries not to psychoanalyze himself. He’s got his own therapist for that.

Twenty-five years later, here he is still watching thunderstorms. He might not have a pool, but he does have a porch which, in his old age of forty-two, he’s learning might be even better.

He’s sitting on the porch with his husband by his side, and Eddie’s got their youngest daughter sitting in his lap while the older two dance in and out of the rain.

Eddie doesn’t like thunderstorms the way Steve does. It had sort of surprised Steve actually, when he first found out years and years ago because…it’s Eddie. Eddie is like a thunderstorm personified in the best way – all sharp smiles and dark eyes and wild hair and loud, reckless rebellion. Sure, Eddie isn’t bothered by the noise of thunderstorms, but over their years together, Eddie has shared some things — things about his dad and what he’d been able to get away with during a dark, loud storm that maybe he couldn’t otherwise.

So Steve gets it if Eddie still isn’t quite himself during thunderstorms.

Their youngest, Hazel, isn’t a fan of them either. She’s just a few months shy of her second birthday, so this really is the first summer she’s had her own opinions about these kinds of things. The verdict – not a fan of the thunderstorms, though she’s been a trooper about this one.

"Hazy, come play!" Robbie exclaims from the porch steps, but Hazel just shrinks further back against Eddie.

"She's a little afraid of the noise, Beans," Steve tells her, and he watches Robbie's face take on an expression of protective (albeit a little confused) concern.

“How come?” she asks as comes up the steps.

“It can be scary if it’s brand new.”

As if to illustrate Steve’s point, lightning flashes above the trees, and Hazel makes a whimpery kind of whine as thunder follows only a few moments later.

“It’s not scary, Hazel,” Robbie tells her, “Because you always know when thunder’s coming because lightning comes first. And it’s only loud when the storm is close.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, reminding himself that one of these days he’s gotta stop being so impressed by how damn smart his kids are.

Another flash of lighting lights up the dark sky, and Robbie covers Hazel's ears with her hands as she looks out into the rain, "And now there's gonna be the thunder."

A few moments later, thunder rumbled around them, maybe a little bit quieter than the last one because the storm is definitely moving away from them now. Still, Hazel reaches up to grip at Robbie’s wrists, her eyes wide and fixated on the stormy sky.

“See?”

Hazel manages a nod.

“Come play!” Robbie urges her again, “I’ll cover your ears before the thunder comes.”

And this time, Robbie actually succeeds in dislodging Hazel from Eddie’s lap, and together they head for the front yard where Moe is still running around in the rain, wet bangs plastered to her forehead.

“Steve,” Eddie mutters in disbelief as Robbie patiently waits for Hazel’s slow descent of the porch stairs, breaking his and Steve’s subconscious agreement to keep their traps shut while that glorious scene was unfolding, “Oh my god, Steve. What the fuck was that? Are we actually doing a good job raising these kids?”

“I guess so, Jesus Christ.” 

[subbypeterparker]

Hazel Callahan x fem!reader smut headcannons

ugh look at my girlfriend, she’s so 🤭

repost since it didn’t work out…

She’s 100% a switch and I take no criticism. She’s such a pleasure dom, it’s actually dizzying, yet she can also be the cutest sub ever, all desperate and whiney

She’s inexperienced for sure, but she’s such an easy learner, especially when it comes to someone else’s pleasure

Hazel has a tendency to be insecure, especially about her looks, performance, almost anything, no matter how many times you tell her she’s perfect (and she really is)

Maybe tied into her insecurities, she’s big on praise, both ways. She loves being called beautiful, and being praised for absolutely everything there is about her

She’s such an angel, and whenever she’s near you, she can’t help but praise you for being so pretty, so sexy, so good for her, anything. Every time she sees you, she can’t even believe you’re hers

“You’re doing so good baby, so pretty for me, so beautiful” is her most repeated sentence, and you never tire of hearing it, especially when she’s all breathless and fucked out while saying it

Breathplay is maybe her biggest kink, and whether she’s giving or receiving it, she’ll love it

The light grips on each others throats when you’re too desperate to do anything else, or clamping your thighs around the others head, so drunk on the pleasure that neither of you can help it

The small noises that leave your mouths when you realize the loss of breath, and the moans that get caught in your guys’ throats

Holding. down. your. wrists. Oh my god, let me tell you, to her, nothing looks better than to have you pinned under her, unable and unwilling to move

Being underneath her is the single sexiest thing ever, and she knows you love it as much as she does

Hazel will get so cocky and proud seeing you underneath her, and takes her time teasing and touching you, knowing you’re enjoying it as much as she is

“Look at you underneath me…so perfect…so pretty…” with giggles and sloppy kisses when she can breath from being flustered at you lying underneath her

She’s definitely not opposed to being pinned down by you (it’s the sub in her), and she’ll have the cutest smiles and giggles from being so flustered

Something about being pinned down by you just has Hazel preening into your hands, excited and begging you to do anything you want to her

She's very awkward to be honest, but the more experienced she is, the cockier and more dominant she'll be

Don't get me wrong though, sex with her is full of laughter and jokes, since neither of you can stop smiling when you're together

She can be so shy during it, but a few praises and touches by you, and she’ll be blushing and comfortable for more

She’s such a big fan of marking, and leaving as many hickies as she safely can on your neck. Something about you wanting to show people you’re hers makes her so happy and proud, she won’t be able to stop

Hazel is such a fan of body worshipping, and is completely obsessed with running her hands all over any part of your body she can, she can never get enough of it

Her goddamn chains. Holy shit. They’re genuinely enough to have a girl drooling and on her knees (it’s me, I’m the girl)

She gets so cocky when they hang over your face as she fucks you, and will go crazy if you pull her in for a kiss with them

God, the way they shimmer and highlight her collarbones and neck, displaying perfectly her skin that’s bare and ready for you to mark up

Now, speaking of someone being on their knees…

She’s a goddamn giver when it comes to that, nothing to her tastes better than you, and she won’t stop until you’re so overstimulated, you’re crying

Hazel’s an amazing learner, as previously mentioned, and thrives off of learning how to make you feel so fucking amazing

Believe me, learning to eat pussy is amazing, and trust that Hazel doesn’t shy away from going batshit crazy, and diving in like the lesbian she is

As for receiving, that’s when she starts to lose her edge, and becomes a puddle for you

Eating her out will make her become such a sweet sub for you, who’s only thoughts are staying where she is so you’ll keep touching her

She’ll be squirming and grabbing onto anything she can in desperation, whether it’s the sheets, a desk she’s on top of, your hair, anything she can reach

Honestly, the only sight better than her back arching while you touch her, is her pretty face looking up at you from between your thighs

She has the biggest puppy eyes known to man, and they look even prettier than normal when she’s crying and all desperate for your touch

Especially when she has those dark bruises on her face from the fight club (like her look during the football game, which was so…)

She’s such an angel with aftercare, always too obsessed with if you’re okay, and never paying attention to her needs

You never let that happen though, and the rest of your time together is spent lying down, eating, and watching tv together until you both fall asleep

[itz-me-brett-duh]

💜Donatello x ADHD Reader💜🐢

(Side note: So the polls results asked for Bayverse Donnie with fluff. So based off of those I wanted reader to wanna touch all his cool gadgets. Cuz I have ADHD and shit and I would do that lol. Everyone is 18+)

Your eyelids fluttered open again. Donnie told you he would come to bed more than an hour ago. So you had decided to set a timer to make sure he actually got sleep.

Now this timer was the bane of your existence. You groaned as your bright phone screen hit your sleepy eyes. You shut off the timer and looked at the time: 4:08 am.

You frowned standing up and lugged your legs off the bed and with groggy but angry steps you made your way to his lab. Just before you were about to snap at him you stopped and leaned by a table near the entrance.

How could you yell at him when all he was doing was what he loved. Science. Experimentation. Building. Creating. He was so mesmerizing the way worked. Even when he was tired he was so completely in the zone.

“Hey…” your soft sweet voice lifted his attention away from his work.

You were the only one who could distract him. Living with four brothers meant you had to learn to block out the background noise. But there was something about your alluring presence that distracted him.

“Hey darling…” he smiled, rolling his chair over to you.

You sat in his lap as he wrapped his arms around you and lightly kissing your temple. You couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“So…whatcha working on?” He rolled the chair again back to his desk.

“Well technically it was a surprise for you later but since you’re already here I’ll show you.” he lifted a small tarp to show you his latest contraption.

It was perfect! You couldn’t believe he actually built it, sure you wanted one but you knew it would take a lot of effort. Even for simply collecting the parts and pieces, let alone the actual build time.

You squeezed him tightly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love it!” You squealed.

You pulled away and stared deep into his hazel eyes. You ran your hands delicate over his goggles, down to his glasses, before finally turning the ends of his purple mask in between your finger tips. You leaned in and kissed him light and sweet. But it was still enough to leave you both blushing.

“Of course dove! It’s not finished yet though…you can watch me work though…?” He was trying to sneak his way out of going to bed.

Even though you both desperately needed to sleep, you were too much awake now and he had spent so much time on it. He was nearly finished.

You reluctantly got off his lap and sat in a nearby chair. You didn’t want to distract him. Like Mikey you often distracted other people with your own distractedness, but whereas Mikey didn’t care, you felt bad about disturbing others.

You watched him but your hands focused on all the gears and gadgets on his desk. All though it looked like an over crowded mess to some, Donnie had a place for everything. And no one. I repeat no one got to touch his stuff. Except you of course.

He loved seeing your little gasps of wonder as you tinkered around. And the way you displayed such intense interest in whatever you were doing. Also, when you asked him interesting open ended questions. Gosh you were cute!

You fiddled with the magnets that lay there. Creating a little chain. You fiddled with some of the chemicals and beakers, bringing you back to childhood when you used to make potions every where you went. You scribbled and doodled cute little messages on post it notes. You strategically placed them so Donnie would find them.

“What are you up to love?” You didn’t even realize he was there, as he got down to sit criss cross apple sauce beside you. You were just placing the last post it note in his secret pop tart stash. You smiled mischievously.

“Uh…um nothing! You’ll find out later.”

“Well…I’m done…and I’m exhausted, I know you’re eager to use it but…um…can we go to bed?” His tired eyes were already trying to close.

“Of course Donnie!”

And with that you both went to his room not even bothering with the fact that it was now 7:42 am.

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(Side note 2: I got my nails done for the first time today, to get me in the mood for writing for our nerdy boy 💜🐢! Not that any of you care, just thought it was fun!)

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 23 <3

Kuroo x camsex

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,6 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Just like that, you're doing so well, my pretty girl."

You almost can't believe how calmly he's talking to you while he's steadily pumping his hard cock on the other side of the screen. You can see it glisten with precum, even in the dimly lit room, the tip slightly flushed as he keeps on stroking himself at a slow pace. Your own fingers are busy with your nipples, twitching them and kneading your tits thoroughly, just as he told you to do. Your legs are spread widely in front of the camera, your slick glistening in the soft light of your bedroom. Seeing yourself on the screen had made you feel slightly embarrassed at first, but you quickly found yourself enchanted by his seductive grin the way he's sweet-talking you.

A deep breath leaves your lips as you keep on touching yourself, your chest arching against your hands while you keep on brushing over the hard buds ever so softly, the increasing sensitivity making you shiver with even the faintest touch.

You take in the sight of him, of his bare chest and toned thighs, his body formed to perfection from not only going to the gym, but also the volleyball matches that he's still participating in occasionally. His soft hazel eyes are slightly widened, showing how much he concentrates on you in this moment, not allowing himself to miss even a second of this. His muscles are tense and a thin coat of sweat is forming on his forehead under his messy raven hair- and he looks devilishly handsome like this. The slight pink covering his cheeks and his ears make him look adorable at the same time, and you moan his name while you press your tits together.

His eyes immediately dart to your face at the sound, and your cheeks heat up at the intensity of his gaze. He looks like he wants to devour you, and you would let him do it without a doubt.

"Stop."

The word leaves his lips firmly, and you hold your breath while you pause your movements, your hands motionlessly resting on your breasts. Your chest heaves deeply with every single breath while you keep watching him, anticipation rushing through your body and making you feel dizzy.

His own hand pauses too, slightly squeezing his large cock, the veins on his hands protruding while he does so. You can basically see him twitch, knowing that he is sensitive too at this point. "Hands off." His voice is low when he speaks, but the lazy grin is still adorning his lips while you remove your hands slowly from your body. He takes a deep breath, watching how you impatiently shift on the bed on your side of the screen, aching to get some relief. You know that you're soaked at this point, your body aching for his touch, but you know better than to disobey his words. He'll only get back to you once you see him in person, and if you learned anything about Kuroo Tetsurou by now, it is that he can be very creative with his idea of how to bring you to mind-losing pleasure until you can't take no more.

He slowly starts pumping his cock again, his hand effortlessly moving up and down with precise movements that make him twitch. "Tell me what you'd like to do." His hooded dark eyes trail down your body and make you feel so deliciously exposed to him. "Wanna put my fingers inside, Tetusrou-" you whine and keep your eyes on the way he steadily pumps his cock, and you wish you could feel him inside, feeling the veins of his cock against your walls and how he would be so, so deep inside of you, stuffing you full and making you feel so good when you slam down on his cock and ride him.

"Then ask for permission nicely. Like a big girl." The shit-eating grin on his face tells you that he knows exactly what he's doing to you but you can't deny the effect he has on you. You tremble at his words, not even hesitating for a second before you reply. "Please, Tetsurou, please- I want to touch myself. Can I, please?" Your hands grab the sheets tightly, your heart pounding fast in your chest as you wait for him to answer. You know that the desperation is clear on your face, but you just felt so good- you just need more.

"Hmm. Go on then, baby. Touch your clit." He slowly nods, and you finally bring one hand between your legs, your fingers parting your folds and moving to your clit just as he said. You sigh in relief, your thighs trembling while you rub circles around it, every single touch making you feel so good. "Harder." You increase the pressure of your fingers and rub harder, moaning softly while you squirm on the bed. "Feel so empty, Tetsurou, please, wanna put them inside." You sound so deliciously desperate in his ears and he nods approvingly which makes you sigh in relief. Your fingers find your entrance, and you waste no time to push them inside, gasping for air when they slide inside so easily.

"Push your fingers deeper inside. Curl them." He calmly instructs. Only the way his hand starts to move faster, a little erratic, shows how close he is too. You moan, his name leaving your lips in such a sweet way, sounding like a prayer to him- and he mentally thanks himself for asking for your permission to record this beforehand. The way he is able to coax these sweet noises from you without even touching you is surely feeding his ego. You pant at this point, sweat forming on your body while you thrust your fingers and watch him tremble while he pumps his cock at a rough pace the sight on the screen making you feel even more hot and bothered. You curl your fingers again, your eyes almost falling close from the pleasure, but you want to see him, want to see how he can't tear his eyes from you, how his muscles tense because he aches to touch you, how he loses control because of you. It feels so good, so good, your body so ready to let go, ready to reach your high-

"C'mon, now make yourself cum. Be my good little girl and give daddy a show."

His voice is like honey and the effect of his grin and the nickname makes you almost go feral. You rub your palm harder against your clit and push your fingers deeper, desperately reaching for the spot that Kuroo always finds so effortlessly. "Tetsurou-" you whine, louder and louder, the sound of your moans and your fingers thrusting inside your pussy filling the room. You imagine it were his fingers inside of you instead of yours, curling, filling you up, and his palm pressing against your clit- and your movements get faster, more desperate, until you feel your walls squeezing your fingers, pulsing around them while you press against your clit, grinding against your hand in your haze. Your eyes barely catch how Kuroo cums too his hand holding his cock still while he does, ropes of white liquid running down his fingers while your name and some moans leave his lips.

Your fingers come to halt eventually, your palm not pressing against your sensitive clit anymore, and you slowly pull your fingers out, your arousal heavily coating your fingers. Kuroo deeply exhales, carelessly cleaning his hand with his discarded shirt before he runs his other hand through his hair.

"You look so pretty right now, angel. Wish you were here so that I could hold you."

He looks longingly at the screen, and you hum approvingly. What would you give to have him right next to you. "I miss you too. When will you be back?" You reach for a blanket on your bed to wrap it around you, a soft smile on your lips while you watch him putting on a pair of sweatpants on your screen. You've gotten so used to seeing him in suits and tie lately that seeing him in sweatpants does something to you.

"Just one more week, baby. One week and then I can fuck you until you can't walk anymore." He grins proudly at the last words, and a shiver of excitement runs down your neck when you think about the last time you were separated and he really fucked you until your body couldn't handle more.

"Oh? Excited already, baby?" His eyes sport a mischievous glint when he observes your reaction, and you feel the heat in your cheeks like you've been just caught doing something forbidden. You only nod while you stare at him on your screen, glad that you're recording this too to savor the sight of him when he's radiating happiness and relaxed vibes in his afterglow.

"It's fine, baby, don't be shy on me now. Not when I just saw how you shamelessly buried your fingers in your beautiful pretty pussy-" You cover your face and whine at his words, and he laughs at your reaction.

"If that already got you flustered, then I wonder how you'll react when I watch the tape with Kenma."

Your jaw drops at his words- "You will not!"

"Why not, baby? He's got all the equipment for a good movie night. I'm sure he would appreciate the sight too. And you made such pretty noises for me, it would be selfish not to share them."

He leans back, his posture still fully relaxed while he keeps his eyes on you, enjoying how easily he manages to get you flustered.

"If you show him that video, I'll not let you touch me for a whole month after you return from your business trip, leave alone have sex with me." His eyes widen at the sudden threat and he is quick to soothe you with his words.

"Don't worry, it's just for us. I promise. But when I come home, you'll let me kiss you, okay?" He looks adorable while he waits for your answer, and you can't help but to softly smile at him.

"And then we can make another video."

[whaledenwtf]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Halsin’s thighs, if it strikes your fancy could you please write some thigh riding please 🙏

OH MY GOD YES YES YES YES. Ahem. Yes I will. I will make the reader thick cause obviously Halsin would like curvier women (this isnt headcannon this is just obvious.. he's a bear for gods sake)

Edit (12/10/2023): the fact I didnt realize I left WIP in the content warnings 😭 now I gotta triple check everything I've written the last couple months

HALSIN x THICK!READER - Riding the Bear

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Light Bondage, afb!reader and Male Smut, Praise Kink, Body Worship (Female Receiving)

Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist: LINK

It was torturous, being fully naked with Halsin and him insisting not to touch you where you needed him to.

"Halsin, please." You plead with him. He chuckles and shakes his head, braids swaying.

"My heart, you must know that I have to learn restraint. This is a good way to do it." You grumble, hands straining against the soft linen cloths Halsin had tied around your wrists.

"Maybe your restraint, but mine is perfectly fine. Let me touch you dammit!" He smirks at your plight, watching you try and fail miserably to loosen your ties. You're straddling one of his thick thighs, and all your movement is making you rub against the muscles. You moan, looking at him defiantly.

"You can still take your pleasure from me, little one." You're whimpering. This is awful. How can you take your pleasure from his bountiful body when your hands are tied! You look down, seeing his heavy cock leaning against his stomach, precum pooling in the dips of his muscles.

"Let me please you Halsin-" You go to get up off his thigh, but his hands latch to your thick waist, seating you back down. The movement made your breasts bounce and he groans, eyes turning amber for a moment.

"Ride my thigh, little one." It comes off as a soft request, but you knew it was a demand. Halsin is always excited when he feels your weight on his body. You thought you were always heavy, squashing him. He would always remind you "Nature is bountiful, and so are you. There is much more of you to love, to taste... to devour." before he'd sit you on his face and eat you out for hours. The thought of those nights warmed you up again, and without thinking you grind down on his thigh. You moan at the action, the friction causing delicious waves of pleasure. You begin a soft pace, grinding up and down on his thigh. You are panting, and one of his hands goes to your waist, to speed up your actions. The other trails to his cock, stroking it in pace with your movements.

His hazel eyes are locked on your face, watching the small twitches of pleasure show themselves in your features. His eyes trail down your body, watching how your breasts bounce with the movement, nipples peaked and begging for attention. They stray further down to your stomach, round but flattering. He can't help but imagine you full of his seed and carrying his legacy. He moans out, eyes fluttering shut. You continue your pace, your slick leaving you and allowing the movements to be easier. Your clit keeps bumping into the muscles of his thigh, and you keen, quickening your speed. When he opens his eyes, he looks down at his thigh, slick and wet from your ministrations. His eyes snap back up to yours, before he pushes you forward into a passionate kiss.

Your pace quickens again, as you get so close to the precipice, but can't leap over it. You whimper in his mouth. The hand on your hip goes down where you are grinding yourself against him and rubs quick but small circles over your clit. You scream into his mouth, a rush of slick leaking out of you and on his thigh. He groans, cumming onto his stomach. You release each other's lips, whimpering. Your body still quakes, jolting every couple seconds from the intensity of your orgasm. You look down at his thigh and whimper; its drenched, you definitely squirted on him. He growls, before running his hand through your slick and tasting it.

"Like honey... little one I need to devour you." He lies himself down fully, pulling you to sit on his face.

You will not be sleeping tonight.

[alanaartdream]

Ok it’s new day and I have better lighting and more drawings for my Fairy Timmy with Jimmy Timmy power hour Nicktoons unite and now with new drawings fairly odd parents a new wish added to the mix (( also you can ask questions about my ideas if you want; don’t mind getting distracted from stress of working food services for a hospital asking about my

Drawings au ideas))

I was trying out these staedtler high lighters today ( normally I rather use watercolour pencils and markers but sometimes if I’m feeling lazy or a bit tried out I just like to grab my little pencil case and sketch while in bed before I start the day;; but some of my high lighters lids popped off or they just started to dry up so had to find something to replace some of the ones that dry out;; I might look into getting some watercolours markers/pens in the future to try that out )

Ok now onto my fairy Timmy with nicktoons unite gang now I believe when fairy Timmy grows up he’ll be helping with the Da Rules but also be a fairy Lawyer and Felicity would besides her other fairy jobs (she helps artists/ writers and people who create stuff to get inspiration for their creations and get them out of artists/ writers blocks as well as help cats find humans who will give them forever homes but she also keeps track of all of fairyworld records and being as lawyers always need to check the records for their cases it makes cents they become work friends) also see Cupid showing up complaining to Timmy of how he can’t find get Felicity to fall in love with anyone even though he’s been trying and Timmy and Jimmy have to remind him

She’s asexual/ demisexual so she’s not the type to fall in love like straights would do witch just has him huffing away while hazel who just popped into with Wanda cosmo and peri to laugh remembering how much Cupid gave her troubles with her parents (( apparently she made a wish to meet Timmy after Peri Wanda and cosmo ended up talking about him and Timmy was hanging out in Jimmy’s lab going over a tricky problem that seemed to happen with the Da Rules books and being how smart Jimmy is was getting some advice with that tricky book’s rules))

Jimmy not a fan of kids in his lab so keeping an eye on her while Hazel meeting Fairy Timmy and Peri is explaining how Timmy helps out the Nicktoons unite gang when he’s not busy with his fairy work in fairy world and if you want to check out other universes and if you want to check out other universes you have to get felicity or Timmy to check in with Jimmy Neutron who’s one of the leading professors on universes travel witch is when Hazel truly gets a good look at Jimmy & is surprised to learn he’s human and not a fairy witch is when Timmy has to quickly poof in felicity to explain with records/ paperwork that Jimmy; the Nicktoons unite gang along with Timmy have saved fairy world and all of the universes so often that to keep all the universes safe it’s better that they know fairies exist and have signed the right papers to be allowed to know about fairies and fairy world (heck fairy world ended up giving Jimmy Danny and their friends metals for helping them soo much there was a huge party and everything all the Nicktoons untie gang were invited and given metals for the occasion)

(( if you want to add Dev into this could have it he complains how come Jimmy & Danny are allowed into fairyworld later on when Jimmy and Danny are over for check over involving ghost rules in the Da Rules book and peri looking worn out at dev’s antics while Danny and Jimmy give the kid annoyed looks and Timmy’s trying to comfort Peri saying looks like you got remy like kid as his first godkid

Also could see later on when Dev ended working with Anti fairies Timmy was at Jimmy’s lab and was doing his best to save Timmy from magical back up and get Timmy back to fairyworld along with Danny’s help and they ended up up helping Hazel out in saving fairy world I could see Jimmy wanting to rip Dev’s dad for what nearly happened to Timmy but Jimmy had managed to keep from happening with Hazel’s help; Danny had to hold Jimmy back while Timmy had to get his lawyer side up and ask peri about how he wanted to handle this case with Dev

[donotwishonme]

march 25: eyeliner - 728 words - @jegulus-microfic - sapphic jegulus

Another Saturday, another night out with her friends. James offered her flat for pre-gaming. She still has about twenty minutes before everyone is here. Though her most important guest is already here.

She enters the bathroom where Regulus is currently applying her lipstick, dark red, the last step in her make-up routine. James knows it, beginning to end. She goes to stand behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist, leaving small kisses on her shoulders.

Grey eyes meet hazel ones in the mirror. It’s not easy having such a pretty girlfriend, but it is a burden James is willing to bear. She grabs the eyeliner off the counter and holds it out to Regulus. “Can you help me with my eyeliner?”

Regulus takes her hand and guides her back to her bedroom and instructs her to go sit on the bed. She does as told. Regulus is standing between her legs, one hand under her chin tilting her head up, with the other she takes the eyeliner from James, using her mouth to uncap it. James takes the cap from between her lips placing it next to her on the bed.

She closes her eyes to let Regulus do her magic, but as soon as the pen touches her eye she flinches.

“James, fucking stay still or learn how to do this yourself,” Regulus told her sternly, pointing the eyeliner at her accusingly where she stood over her.

Regulus tries to continue, but she moves again, with the pencil so close to her eye, it’s involuntary. “Reg, I’m so sorry, I’m staying still now, I promise.”

“I should stab your eyes out, Potter, I swear to God.” A gasp escapes her lips as Regulus pushes her down on her back. Then she climbs on top of James, straddling her waist. James’ hands immediately find their way to Regulus’ hips, playing with the hem of her shirt. Regulus glances down at her hands. “Do not distract me.”

James’ hands have found their place underneath her shirt, palms pressed against the warm skin she finds there. Regulus bends over her again, faces close together, James loves Regulus’ face when she is concentrating, adores the little crease between her brows and the way she is biting her lip. “James, eyes closed.” 

“You’re just too beautiful, sweetheart,” she sighs before she complies with the request. The pen goes over her eyelids in one smooth motion, cold ink drying quickly. Staying still helps, it’s done within a few seconds. 

She hears the cap click back on the pen. Regulus places a kiss on her cheek, then whispers in her ear, “You can open your eyes again.” Regulus is busy inspecting her work, but James is admiring. Regulus looks like an angel. The light behind her, illuminating her. Her dark curls framing her face perfectly and her natural beauty even more enhanced by the make-up she is wearing.

“I love you.” It just slips out, she didn’t mean to say it, but she means it. The focussed look on Regulus’ face melts into a small smile. 

“What?”

“I love you,” she repeats, this time with certainty behind it. “You don’t have to say it back, but I do, I love you.”

Regulus leans in closer, she can feel her breath on her lips. “I love you, too,” she whispers before connecting their lips.

It starts slow and gentle, with a new meaning. She loves me and I love her. It soon grows more passionate. The hands James still has under Regulus’ shirt roam over her back. Soft nips turn into hungry bites. 

Before it can evolve into anything more the doorbell rings. Regulus groans and lets her head fall to the side on James’ shoulder. “I’ll get it.”

She straightens her shirt and leaves to open the door. James takes a moment before she follows. She loves me and I love her. It’s a wonderful feeling.

She rounds the corner just as Regulus pulls open the door. Before she can even greet them, Barty and Evan burst out laughing. She doesn’t understand until Regulus turns around to shoot her a confused look. The red lipstick. It’s smeared all around her lips and she guesses she is sporting a similar look.

There is a moment of silence between them before, they too, burst out in laughter. This is what being in love looks like.

[aboutcustardcreams]

Help me hold onto you

summary: You discover a new side of the Doctor, one that you never thought could belong to her. And it's breaking you.

warnings: Hurt- no comfort. You have been warned [it's a nightmare] I apologize but it was necessary. It's probably a common nightmare to many weak in the knees for the Doctor.

part two

part three

“Why are you doing this?” Pathetically hugging yourself in the panel room, you felt like shrinking, falling, crumbling. Your entire body trembling under the weight of the venom she was force feeding you with. This was so unusual to her, her normally bubbly and optimistic demeanor changed into something you never thought you’d see. 

“I’m just so tired–” she let out a weary sigh, turning to face you with a pair of eyes you barely recognized. They were darker, no longer of that wonderful hue of hazel, their usual glimmer, the stars you used to see, were gone. It felt like watching into a deep darkness, with no light at the end of it. The person you were looking at had nothing to do with the Doctor you’ve known for years. 

You shook your head, and squinted your eyes without understanding. Tired of what? Of you? Of traveling with you? 

“Do you really think this is what I asked for?”, she was mocking you, “Keep you out of trouble all the time, risking my own life to save yours? ” Shaking her head, she stared at you, making you feel small, too small, utterly useless. “And what for? So that you can make the exact same mistake the day after? You never learn. Humans– never do.”

You had no idea the Doctor felt this way about you. You didn’t really understand where all this was coming from. You were doing fine, you had fun together, bonding even in a way you never did with anyone else before. “Please– ”, you lost count of the times you felt yourself suffocating by a lump in your throat. No matter how many times you swallowed, the lump was always there. Normally she would come up to you, the Doctor you knew used to care about you. She smacked her lips, barely acknowledging you. She was too busy starting the TARDIS, hands hovering over the controls, pushing buttons, lowering levers. Was she really going to leave you? Was this happening for real?

Before you knew, your eyes were filled with tears. You forced yourself to be brave, to insist– because it couldn’t be. You moved a few steps towards her, arms still hugging yourself, cause suddenly you were cold. “Please, I’m sorry–I…” your voice came out muffled, as if you were chewing on cotton. “I’ll do better,” you croaked out, tilting your head ever so slightly in the attempt to be met with hers. Maybe it was just a silly joke. Maybe she was just trying to scare you, because she always failed to do that. Yeah– it had to be that. “Doctor, come on–” you slowly and painfully shook your head. 

Your biggest fear was materializing right before your eyes and it hurt in the most inexplicable way. It started with a slight headache at first, which was now intensifying every passing second. 

When she finally locked eyes with you again, you knew she wasn’t joking. That cold stare crashed your heart and sent pins and needles in your head. It hurt in the most inexplicable way- so much you pressed your fingertips over your temples.

Was she doing this? Could she be doing this?

“I think it’s time for you to accept that you can’t do better,” she spoke slowly, in a low, confident murmur that yet felt like a loud thunderstorm inside your head. She took a step towards you, staring up and down at your fragile form, “you’re weak and you’ll always be. If I keep you around, you’ll only slow me down. I’m a Time Lord, not some sort of babysitter.”

She was saying those words with such ease, you thought dying was better than this. It would hurt less. That’s what she truly thought of you then. All these years, you believed something good, something special was blossoming between you two. A friendship first, that eventually, at least on your part, turned into something more. Deeper. It hurt because you got it all wrong. It hurt because you loved her and never told her. It hurt because you never would at this point. Not like this. Not when you meant nothing to her. 

“We will be landing shortly, so if you left something on my TARDIS, you better collect it now. There won’t be a second time to do it.”  

You swallowed, hard. The lump grew bigger, your throat tightened and your heart felt like it was about to explode in your chest. It was hard to breathe, and your head– oh your head felt like it was splitting in two. You were in no condition to walk out, even less to be wandering around the TARDIS to search for your belongings. 

“Please, I-I don’t want it to end,” you stuttered, silent tears streamed down your face. “I’m sorry. I swear, to you, I’m so sorry,” your knees gave in and you found yourself dropping on the floor. 

Your vision, a bit blurred now, still allowed you to see the annoyance in the Doctor’s eyes.

“I made up my mind, your time’s up,” she said sternly, as if she was speaking to an unruly child. “Now stop crying, you’re only embarrassing yourself.”

You let out a sound between a growl and a bitter chuckle, your voice before low and barely above a whisper, rose at once, “Stop talking–” you began, voice filled with anger. 

To your surprise, she listened, however, there was still a mocking smile tugging at her lips. 

“Stop talking to me like that! Just– shut up - shut the fuck up if everything you can say to me after all these years spent together is how much of a burden I was to you–” Your stomach lurched and so did your heart, it clenched so painfully to the words you just let yourself slip from your mouth. This wasn’t you. That wasn’t her. It felt wrong, on so many levels, yet what else could you do? What other emotion other than anger and betrayal were you supposed to feel? The Doctor made you a promise once, she vowed to keep you safe, to matter what, she vowed to neve let you down, to be the person you’d always rely on, and now, oh now– everything changed. Just like that. 

When the Doctor laughed, among all the things she could do, you froze.

You inhaled sharply, “I- thought you were m-my… friend. ” 

The Doctor let out a sound that was half a mocking chuckle, half a scoff. She kneeled down in front of you, tsked a couple of times, before harshly grasping your chin, “Now listen to me very carefully, you pathetic little thing, because I won’t repeat myself-” 

You didn’t want to hear her. You tried to squirm away from her iron grip, but she didn’t let you, and her hand tightened around your throat. You held your breath, afraid that whatever you’d say to her would enrage her more. At this point, you only hoped it would end soon. 

You felt the magnitude of her power in the way her fingers dug into your skin, sucking the oxygen out of you. When color drained from your face, that seemed to please her. 

“You were never my friend. I never liked you. I tolerated you, because I thought you could come in handy,” you squeezed your eyes shut when her grip tightened. You let out a choked sob, as you tried to grab onto her wrists, to pull her hands off you. “Silly of me to think that. You’re worthless. Pathetic. I doubt someone could ever even enjoy your company.”

“L-let g-go–”

“Make up your mind. Only a moment ago you were begging me to let you stay–”, she feigned a hurt tone by your sudden change of heart. 

“I-I said.. let g-go!” when a droplet of blood fell from your nostril, touching her fingers, the Doctor immediately pulled away. 

“Ew, you’re bleeding. You better not mess up my TARDIS,” she winced, moving away from you. 

Frowning, you touched your face and found something viscous and warm running down your nose. You got a taste of it, as it fell on your lips. It was sour, and hot. When did you start bleeding? No, that was the least of your problems. You could bleed out for all you cared, that was always better than to witness the Doctor treating you like a ragged doll. 

“Don’t you ever touch me like that again–” 

For the very first time you wished something you never thought would cross your mind. You wished you’d never met her. Because having met her and then being thrown away like you never meant anything was worse. Awfully worse. 

“Rest assured, I won’t. This is your stop. Get out.”

You didn’t know what else to say. This was it. The end. Not even a goodbye, not even one last smile. You turned around towards the TARDIS doors, a peculiar mist, thick and gray, was coming from underneath. Was it normal? Where did she drop you? You frowned, unsure whether to point it out to her or not. But she wasn’t looking at you, almost as if you had already dropped off. You got up on your wobbling legs, a hand pressed against your nose to keep it from bleeding, and your head dangerously spinning. 

Despite everything, you found yourself lingering on her figure one last time. Because yes– she was right, you were pathetic, and weak and fragile and no, you’d never learn, because you loved her. 

When you touched the wooden surface of the doors, your lids felt suddenly too heavy to be forced open. You tried to resist, push through a little longer, but you never knew if you made it past the blue box or not, because everything turned dark around you.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Submissive dave with dom reader? crying kink and dave begs reader to sit on his face and he finishes in his pants 🙏

I hope this can satisfy you🤭❤

Lost in the moment

The dim light of the room cast soft shadows on the walls, enhancing the charged atmosphere between us. I could see Dave sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tense with anticipation, like a tightly coiled spring waiting to be released. His usually confident demeanor had melted away, replaced by a vulnerability that made my heart race with excitement and affection.

As I approached him, a teasing smile played on my lips. “Look at you,” I said, my tone light and playful. “You’re all fidgety and red. I haven’t even done anything yet.” I couldn’t help but enjoy the way he shifted in his seat, unable to contain his excitement.

He shot me a pleading glance, his hazel eyes glistening with desire. “I know, but I need you to do something… Please,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing.

“What is it you want, Dave?” I leaned in closer, my breath mingling with his as I watched the way he inhaled sharply, caught between embarrassment and eagerness. I loved the way his eyes flickered with desperation.

“Just… sit on my face.” The request slipped from his lips, a blend of boldness and shyness that made my heart skip a beat. It was such a daring thing to say, and it sent a thrill through me.

I arched an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Is that all? You think you can handle it?” I leaned back slightly, teasing him with the anticipation of my next move, watching as he squirmed in his seat.

His eyes widened with excitement as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin. It was intoxicating, and I relished the feeling of power coursing through me. I began to move slightly, applying gentle pressure while playfully swaying my hips, savoring the way his body reacted beneath me.

“Please… don’t tease,” he gasped, his voice thick with desperation as he realized the extent of his arousal. I could see him trembling beneath me, a mix of pleasure and yearning igniting every nerve ending.

“Oh, but teasing is part of the fun, isn’t it?” I leaned down slightly, my tone a mix of challenge and promise. “You’re at my mercy now, Dave. You need to learn that I’m in control.”

His hands tightened around my thighs, grounding himself as I continued to tease him, enjoying the way his body responded to each subtle movement. “I love it,” he confessed, his voice strained. “I love it when you take charge.”

The heat radiated between us, his breaths becoming more ragged as I shifted my weight. I could feel him growing harder beneath me, his desire palpable and intoxicating. “You like this, huh?” I taunted gently, my voice low and sultry. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“God, I want it so bad,” he admitted, his words spilling out in a rush, vulnerability and need mixing in the air. “I need you. I need this.”

As I shifted again, I felt him grip my hips tighter, begging me for more. “You’re not going to make it easy for me, are you?” I teased, relishing the way his body responded to my every movement.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” he begged, his voice trembling with desperation. “Just sit on my face. I want to feel you.”

His plea sent a thrill through me, and I lowered myself further, teasingly brushing against him. “Then let’s see if you can handle it,” I challenged, giving him a moment to adjust before I fully settled down. The feeling of him beneath me was electrifying.

His gasps turned into moans as I held my position, the intensity of the moment overwhelming us both. I could hear his breaths quickening beneath me, each exhale a testament to his growing need. “You’re driving me insane,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“You love it,” I replied, a playful smile spreading across my lips. “Just give in, Dave. Let it all go.”

As the tension built, I could feel him trembling beneath me, caught between pleasure and an overwhelming urge to surrender. “I can’t hold back,” he confessed, his voice a mix of urgency and raw desire.

“Then don’t,” I encouraged, the moment swelling with intensity as I felt him start to lose control. “Let yourself feel everything.”

“I’m close,” he gasped, his words spilling out as if they were the only thing anchoring him. “I—”

Before he could finish, I felt him shudder beneath me, his body tightening as he surrendered completely. I watched as his face flushed deeper, his breath hitching. He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t notice the warmth pooling beneath him until I lifted myself off.

“What was that?” I teased, a smirk dancing on my lips as I noticed the slight dampness on his pants.

Dave looked down, his eyes wide with surprise and embarrassment. “I—” he stammered, trying to regain some composure but failing miserably. The flush on his cheeks deepened, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reaction.

“Guess you really did enjoy it, huh?” I said, teasing him lightly.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he muttered, a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief coloring his tone. “You really know how to get to me.”

I reached out, cupping his face in my hand, brushing my thumb gently across his cheek. “You can always let it out with me. I love seeing this side of you,” I reassured him. “It just means you trust me.”

“I do trust you,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you.” His confession hung in the air, filled with sincerity and warmth.

With the air still crackling with tension, I leaned closer, brushing my lips against his in a gentle kiss. It felt sweet and soft, a moment of connection that grounded us both after the rush of emotions. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and it filled me with a sense of comfort and safety.

“Next time, I might just take charge completely,” I teased, giving him a playful nudge. His smile was a mix of mischief and adoration.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Maybe,” I replied, enjoying the playful banter. “But you know I always win, right?”

His laughter echoed through the room, and I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. In this moment, everything felt right—us, together, wrapped in our own little world of intimacy and love.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hello!!! May I request an obey me matchup? Here are the details and thankyou so much for doing this! I hope you have/had a great day and if not , I hope tomorrow is better <3

Pronouns- he/they

Gender - non binary , male leaning of sorts , AFAB

Appearance :- glasses , brown skinned , pretty tall about 5'11, black wavy hair which reaches shoulders , dark hazel eyes

Likes/some attributes : philosophy, literature, gaming , coffee, painting, research, organising things for comfort, reading , writing , singing , sometimes dancing? , learning new things , classical music , can play violin , Veena and the sitar , fluent in 4+ languages

Dislikes : noise, unorganised things, people who don't wanna listen , making assumptions and judgement based on unknown facts , people with no willingness to learn new things/utterly foolish for no reason and no will for self development , insensitivity, rudeness for no reason , boisterous for no reason.

If it helps , I'm an ENTJ and a Pisces

Thankyou once again <3

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

OBEY ME!

Diavolo

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Dia is a loveable man child. Okay well he is a prince so he's a little pampered but he's really down to earth and wants nothing more than to learn all about you and humans in general.

Dia is the perfect amount of chaos for your control. Though he is capable of being composed and poised he is definitely a goofball and likes to push your buttons.

He loves watching you organize things especially if you do something color coordinated he's all on that.

You're like another Lucifer and Barbatos for him, not that he would ever compare you guys. He's just excited to have another structured person in his life.

He loves taking you out for adventures, he thinks it is fascinating how intelligent you are.

He loves when you play any music for him. He's working music, he's showering music, he's setting up the student council room music.

When he finally confesses his attraction fo you he gets every brother and exchange student involved.

Honestly a little embarrassing and mildly chaotic but it was cute how hard he tried and that's what matters.

He loves when you teach him new things, where he thought dates had to be big grand things you showed him it could be as simple as sitting over a cup of tea and learning about each other.

His new favorite pass time is doing just that by the way. Listening to your ideas and philosophies so he can better understand how to help his people.

The first time he kisses you is when you two are dancing at one of his families balls.

You two are waltzing around discussing important business when something over takes him, maybe it was the way you looked in your outfit or maybe it was the light laugh and lilt in your voice.

He was smitten and asked graciously to show you how much he cared about you.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

It was another slumber party at the castle with Dia and Barbatos. You and Lucifer looked like matching dolls with how your movements and eye rolls happened at the antics of the other 6 brothers. Though you didn't like the eldest brother's attitude, 90% of the time, you had to agree his siblings were an unorganized mess. As you made your way to Dia's room, where you always stayed, you noticed paintings had all been moved slightly askew. This was horrible. Knowing it was either a Mammon prank on you or a Satan prank on Lucifer, you sighed and walked into the room to drop off your stuff. You would deal with the pranks later. For now, you just want to see your partner and relax.

It was as if Dia entered the room on cue and came to sit next to you. Gently, he took your hand and caressed it while he listened to you rant about the brothers. From Lucifer's demands to Belphies actions, you had a lot to tell for each brother. You didn't hate them by any means; you loved them like family, but they could push your buttons almost as severely as Dia could. As you sat up hand in hand with Dia, you pouted and began talking about all the paintings in the castle being askew. As you spoke, you noticed a hidden grin slowly morphing on the man's face and a concealed laughter bubble in his chest. He wouldn't, would he? It was a little early for the boys to already be causing trouble.

As soon as it clicked that the culprit was Dia himself, he had already gone out the door. Chasing after him, you ran through corridors, foyers, and other rooms. Eventually, the whole group was in on this massive game of tag. What was once frustrating became laughter and a good time around for everyone. Once you finally caught Dia with Lucifer's help, you'd have to thank him later; you pulled him into a hug. "Caught you! How could you do this to me?" His laugh was radiant as he picked you up and kissed your forehead. "Because, handsome, watching you get like this is a sick pass time of mine." Even as you were smacking his arm for the sultry comment, he was laughing fully, running away soon after restarting the game of chase again.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You were in the school's theater room practicing a song for the upcoming recital.)

Barbatos: You realize we have a student council meeting today, my lord?

Dia: Yes, but just five more minutes. He sings so well I can't miss this.

Barbatos: You realize they will sing again, but this is not life or death.

Dia: How can I win the best boyfriend award if I am not constantly supportive? Asmodeus says it's an extremely hard and coveted award.

Barbatos: Did it ever occur to you that Asmodeus was messing with you?

Y/N: Can you two please be quiet for five minutes, then we can go?

Barbatos and Dia: Yes!

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Chapter One: Tighnari

cw: panic attack/extreme anxiety, y/n is not in their bad bitch era yet so ignore how awkward they are, originally written in 3rd person so there may be some pronoun and grammatical mistakes

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this was posted super fast because it was prewritten. I am not going to be posting daily!!!

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Chat: Amurta

"To be honest, I'm not all that interested in studying medicine. I think that people should also prioritize mental well-being more than the current culture in Sumeru allows. My professors don't really get that, so I just say I like flowers."

"Are you okay?"

It took you a few seconds to understand what he'd said. You opened your mouth to answer, but snapped it back shut when you felt tears start falling.

He frowned and crouched next to you, tilting his head. He took your wrist and felt your pulse, then sighed. "Oh, I see. You're alright now, don't worry."

You nodded, gulping down a whimper. "I'm s-sorry. I didn't... realize... someone else was in here." You wiped away your tears and took a shaky breath.

Are you kidding me?! We almost made it, stupid! Now you're crying again. You've cried every time you started going to a new school. That's so pathetic, you thought.

"You're fine, don't worry about me. Let me guess, first year?" He tilted his head at you, a small smile making you feel less embarrassed.

"Yeah. This place is so big... I was a little overwhelmed. A lot, actually." You shook your head, steadying your breathing.

"What's your name?" He dropped your wrist and placed his arm on his knee, resting his cheek on his palm.

"I'm Y/n." You tugged at a strand of hair.

"Alright, Y/n. What does your schedule look like? I can help show you around before classes start. You are an Amurta student, yes?" He stood, holding out a hand for you.

You looked up at him and met his eyes. Now that you weren't so nervous, you took more notice of him. He had pretty hazel-green eyes and light green streaks in his dark hair that reminded you of your aunt's hair. A golden earring hung from one of his ears. You remembered his pretty friend from before and felt a small twinge of jealousy.

What in Teyvat are all these boys so pretty for? If everyone at the Akademiya looks as pretty as them, I'll really have to up my game.

"My first class is Honors Phytology II. Here, you can look." You pulled a small notepad from a hidden crevice within the folds of your clothes. You turned to a page with your schedule written out in a neat, color-coded print.

"Hm. Honors II? Impressive, first year." He nodded appreciatively. "Come on, I don't want to cut off our tour because of class."

He opened the door of the copy room, revealing a less crowded common area than before.

You slid some of the fabric of your scarf between your fingers reassuringly. The cold material provided the necessary sensory to keep your mind from spiraling like it had before.

You looked around the room, admiring the architectural work. Sconces formed to look like blossoming vines held the small light sources that made the room practically glow. A miniature fountain surrounded by a concrete sitting area sat in the middle of the room directly underneath a fantastical chandelier. The light from the candles reflected off of the thousands of tiny crystals that drooped from the chandelier in a gravity-defying spectacle. Swirling patterns reached out from the center of the room towards the green pillars that held up the vaulted ceiling and bordered the different hallways labelled alphabetically for the subject and numerically for the floor.

"All classes that have to do with plants are normally done in the greenhouse or the lab in hallway F, which is the only hall that only has one floor. During the first semester, you're largely in the greenhouse." Tighnari motioned towards the hall. "You'll be able to find that pretty easily. As long as you know how to make it back here, you won't have to worry about any shortcuts. Those you can learn later."

"Okay," you said, trying your hardest to pay attention. Processing his words was difficult when you was still fawning over the detail put into the room. You weren't an architect, but you were an artist, so it was only natural that you appreciated something so beautiful.

You lagged further and further behind Tighnari before finally realizing how far ahead he was and hurrying to catch up.

"For the rest of your science classes, you'll be in hallway A, which is just over here. Medicinal classes are upstairs, while other sciences are on the main floor."

"Which stairway should I take? Normally one tends to have more traffic than the other, if it's at all like my old schools." You asked, finally comfortable enough to let your hands fall from their protective position by your neck.

"I'd recommend the first one during most hours, but around the end of the day, the second is probably your best bet. It's a weird phenomena that probably has to do with exhaustion and impatience."

"Hm..." You hummed to yourself, sparing a glance at the boy next to you. If only you had a photographic memory you could sketch his expression.

He stopped in his tracks, noticing your shift in attention. "What is it?"

A rush of heat climbed up your neck. "Oh, um, nothing important. Sorry if I distracted you."

He chuckled, meeting eyes with you. "If anything, I'd say I'm the one distracting you." He had a playful glimmer in his eyes, and you cursed your stomach for the summersaults it insisted on performing.

"Whaaat..? Nooo... I'd never be distracted. Never happened." You rolled your eyes and smiled.

Tighnari laughed. It was a warm sort of sound, one that made your stomach swirl and pulled your lips into a bigger grin.

He really is pretty for no good reason, isn't he? Sigh.

"We should continue our tour. Come along," he motioned them forward. He continued to explain each hallway and what classes it housed, then finally led you towards the lunch room.

It was a room even larger than the one before it. Two floors of open space with a large variety of food available to anyone who was able to pay. You felt terribly small in the huge emptiness. Imagining it being filled with people made you even more nervous.

"For anyone who wants a little more space, there is a small section for eating in the upstairs library. It's a lot quieter, and much less people go in there. Most people are there to continue studying. When do you have lunch?" He asked, leading you in a circle back to the hall.

"I've got a long break between psych and elements. My friend and I both have long enough to eat and take a break."

"Oh? A friend?"

"I do have friends, regardless of what you may think of me." You crossed your arms over your chest. Tighnari paused, conflicted between teasing you and being a welcoming upperclassman. "Her name is Layla. She's a Rhawatist student."

"Rhawatist? That must be an interesting friendship dynamic. One who studies the stars, and another who studies the earth." He let out a breath, relieved that you weren't offended by his words.

You paused and thought about it for a second. "No, I don't think it's all that strange. If anything, I think the combination of our studies would make a great research topic. Hm, maybe I should bring it up with her sometime."

Tighnari checked the time and found himself frowning. He had enjoyed talking with you once you had started to get comfortable.

"We should head to class. If you ever need anything, let me know. I am a TA, so it's my job to help students in need."

"I will. Thank you, Tighnari. I enjoyed talking with you."

"And I-" he paused, realizing he had never told you what his name was. "How did you know my name?"

"Oh," You felt a flush of heat again. You hadn't realized he didn't say it. "W-well, Layla and I were getting breakfast this morning, and we ran into you and some of your friends at a cafe. She told me your names." You tried to sink into your scarf, for once cursing the sheerness of the fabric. If you revealed the reason why you had been asking you just might die right there and then.

He laughed, the sound tickling your senses. "Sometimes I forget how curious you first years are. If you ever want me to introduce them to you, I can."

"Really?" You looked up a little too eagerly. "Oh, I mean, that would be nice. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, I understand. See you around, Y/n. Enjoy your Phytology class. I think you'll like the teacher."

"You enjoy classes too!" You waved goodbye awkwardly before finally heading towards your classroom. The silent hallway felt oddly stifling without Tighnari's calm commentary filling the space.

"No way, really?" Layla yawned, listening as hard as she could. The poor girl looked about to fall asleep in her lunch.

"Yeah. He was super nice and even offered to introduce me to his friends we saw at the cafe. Would that be weird?" You asked. You had been going back and forth on what to do since the first day of school nerves had calmed down.

You had spent your classes so far writing down necessary materials and little notes to yourself based on first impressions. However, you had found your mind drifting elsewhere. Evidence of your thoughts were left in sketches in the margins of your paper. Rough outlines of Tighnari's hair and ears littered the back of the page you had been writing on.

"Hm, I think it would be fun. Maybe you could get Cyno to let you do a portrait of him." Layla teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed.

"At least I actually took one of the few art classes this school even offers. We don't even have a choir. If I wasn't so sure of what I wanted to do, I might regret my school choice." You tugged at an unruly lock of hair, taking a bite of you lunch.

"Speaking of Tighnari and his friends..." Layla yawned and pointed across the lunch room, where the four boys had just entered from the Kshahrewar entryway.

You glanced up and nearly spat out your food. HE!! IT'S HIM!!! PRETTY BOY!!! Well, pretty boys. Archons, please tell me I'm not making eye contact. I am making eye contact, aren't I? Shit.

You were, in fact, making eye contact. Tighnari smiled and said something to the other three. Then, to your horror, they started walking towards you and Layla.

"Layla. Layla, wake up. Layla. Fuck me, I'm on my own. I'll kill you for this, Layla." You muttered, trying to act like you hadn't been caught staring. I probably look like an idiot, she thought.

When they stopped next to the table you were sitting at, you pretended to be surprised. You looked up and smiled, hoping your nervousness wasn't as obvious as it felt. You couldn't tell if you were just paranoid or if people really were watching.

"Oh, hello again, Tighnari." You wiggled her fingers at him and glanced desperately at Layla. She was out.

"So this is the underclassman you've been going on about?" Cyno asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, this is Y/n. Y/n, meet Cyno, Kaveh, and Alhaitham." Tighnari motioned to the group behind him. "Mind if we sit with you?"

Technically, yes, you did mind. Having people watching you was one of your least favorite feelings. However, you couldn't really say that you would hate being surrounded with pretty men. On the other hand, there was Layla to worry about. She was asleep, and this was a rare opportunity where she had time to rest.

"Oh, please do. I'm Layla, Y/n's friend." Layla spoke, startling you. You shot her a glare that was met with a cheeky grin.

"I see you're awake now. Eat your lunch. I'm not going to make you extra dinner because you slept through lunch again." You prodded Layla's stomach before scooting over to make more room for the boys.

The boys joined them at the circular table. Tighnari sat next to you, and Cyno next to him. The blond one, Kaveh, sat next to Layla, and Alhaitham left. You decided it was best to not question it.

The boys chatted amongst the three of them, and Layla drifted in and out of exhaustion, sometimes lucid enough to come up with a witty response. You stuck to observing the dynamic, committing their mannerisms and speech patterns to memory for future reference.

Listening to Kaveh talk reminded you of reading a romance novel. His prose was lengthy with impressive vocabulary. He brought to mind maple syrup, with his sweet words and lofty ideals. He tended to ramble on about something or other, enjoying the act of talking along with the sound of his own voice.

Cyno's dry commentary was waved off and even discouraged by Tighnari and Kaveh, but sometimes the combination of his dad jokes and blank serious expressions made you chuckle. His sense of humor reminded you of your dad. Every time he made you laugh, it boosted his ego just a little bit. The visible way he puffed up his chest and let an almost-grin pull at his lips reaffirmed your suspicions that he would make an excellent subject of an art piece.

Best of all was Tighnari. From their interaction earlier, you could never have guessed the extent of his sarcasm. For a TA, he seemed remarkably rebellious. In your head, he had been a strange piece in the puzzle of their group. Now, however, you could see he fit in perfectly.

The only remaining mystery was Alhaitham, the boy from before.

Much too soon for your liking, your break between classes came to an end. You bid farewell to your new friends after giving them your contact information, then went on your way.

You entered the hall towards the Haravatat building, excited for your language class. Throughout school, your language classes had always been your favorite. The challenge of translating back and forth until you fell into an easy familiarity with the words and sounds of a language brought you almost as much comfort as your art class did.

This year, you were finishing the available classes for Fontaine's ancient language. Names from Fontaine had confused you to no end until she started taking the class. It wasn't the most sensible language, and your pronunciation was finicky at best, but it was a welcome difficulty. In comparison to some of your Amurta classes, it was much less dull and required a lot less group work. It was perfect for a chance to relax after lunch.

You made note of the architecture in Haravatat just as you had in Amurta with Tighnari earlier. Where the accents had been green in Amurta, here they were a dark grey. There was much less living greenery ornamenting the halls, and the lights had to be brighter to make up for the lack of brightening decorum. The harsh shine of the fluorescent lights gave you a headache.

Students here carried more textbooks than anything. The lack of precarious experiments allowed you to be less cautious while wandering in an attempt to find your classroom.

You waved your way between students who were gossiping in various languages, and finally saw the right number for your class on the wall. You let out a sigh, relieved that you weren't late.

You opened the door and slipped inside, glancing around to take note of the amount of students in the class. There weren't many, and you didn't recognize those who were there. In one of the back corners, a group of a few people stood and chatted. You made sure to choose a seat across the room from them. You sat more towards the front, but not too close for comfort.

You placed down your bag and grabbed at your scarf. You smoothed it down and checked for any loose strings. When you had assured yourself that everything was in its place, you let yourself relax.

The classroom itself had very little decoration. There was a painting of Fontaine on the front wall, but that was about it.

You sighed sadly, longing to return to Layla and your new acquaintances. At least, at the end of the day, you would be able to go home and eat the congratulatory dinner you had been planning for weeks.

You drifted off into a daydream about the foods you would be able to eat, and how amazing your sleep would be after the day's exhaustion.

Your fantasy was interrupted by a harsh voice from behind you.

"You're not from Haravatat," the voice said. It took you a moment to register what had been said. You turned to look behind you to figure out who had spoken.

You twisted around to get a good look at the person, and felt your heart leap. Fucking hell, fate is surrounding me by pretty men on purpose. I can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse.

There, placing his books on the seat behind her, was the boy that had silently left the group during lunch and never returned. His pretty blue-hazel eyes bored into your own, and you watched a strand of silver hair brush against his cheek before settling against his ear.

You swallowed, hard.

"Oh, Alhaitham, it's you."

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[midnightsun-if]

What sort of history does our grandmother have? 👀

Can you give us a snippet or some more tidbits about her? When will we be able to meet her in game?

You’ll meet Elizabeth later on, probably when the rest of the family arrives in Aurelian, but you’ll probably be able to write to her before then if you’d like to do so.

As for her history? Well, I suppose I can write something from an event that happened a while back.

Theodore Greer, resident of a small town just outside London, jerks awake, hazel eyes blearily blinking open as he tries to see through the blood encrusting the left one. Heavy shackles bind him to the floor, a rickety stool being the only thing keeping him from the dirty surface, and the air stank with various different odors— none of them pleasant— but it was the overwhelming undertone of metallic copper that made him want to hurl up what he had eaten that morning.

Was it this morning that he had eaten with his wife? He couldn’t remember. Squeezing his eyes shut, while trying to ignore the dull throbbing of his skull, he tried to recall anything that could help him piece together what had happened. He recalled eating with his wife— slightly burnt toast with eggs— and going off to work— after he had kissed his wife on the cheek— with the intent to see Isobel that night; as he hadn’t been able to visit her for the last fortnight due to his wife’s growing suspicions.

But what happened after he left work? From the point he had stepped out of the building he called his job to now? Everything was just complete darkness— as if it had been erased entirely from his mind.

“Watching humans try to piece things together is always fun to observe.” A light voice whispers out from the shadows of the room, causing Theodore to jerk back in surprise. The husky chuckle, intermixed with a dark undertone, that rumbles out, almost like a growl, due to the action, raises all the hairs on the back of his neck. “It’s quite adorable the way your childlike brains try to grasp the greater world around you.”

Theodore finally catches sight of the figure leaning against the wall, shrouded by darkness. How long had she been standing there? Had she been there this entire time? Is she stuck here too?

Even as the last thought crossed his mind, Theodore knew it couldn’t be further from the truth. Knew that this woman could never be the prey of anything— that she was a born hunter— and that he had unwittingly become her target.

“W—” He clears his throat, trying to sound more assertive than he felt. “Who the hell are you? Why am I here?”

Another chuckle rings across the room, the woman finally stepping into the light the lanterns casted off. A long gown, of the richest maroon, hugs her body, the corset accentuating the fullness of her chest, as delicate ringlets of the softest gold cascades across her shoulders, her fair complexion seemingly glowing because of it. The sight of such a beautiful woman would normally bring some semblance of enjoyment, but looking into the woman’s eyes— that were the color of the purest ruby— he knew that it was a front to the monster that lurked beneath the surface, a gorgeous facade hiding a dark truth.

“I’ve been observing you for a while, Theodore.” Full lips tick up into a smile, none of the emotion reaching the sharpness of her gaze. “Watching as you gallivant around in your pathetic excuse of a life.” The woman stoops to be at eye level with him. “It was almost charming in a way. Seeing you walk around town like you were biggest name there, but you’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Theodore?”

He shakes his head, a lead weight settling within his gut. “N-No!”

“Really?” She tilts her head. “Would your darling wife agree to that? Such a sweet woman, I truly don’t see what she sees in you. Although she could definitely learn how to make a proper cup of tea—” A delicate wrinkle of distaste appears between an elegant brow. “—Hers tasted a bit weak.”

“What did you do to her?” Surging forward, despite his chains, Theodore almost spits out his next words. “What the hell did you to my wife?”

“Nothing, you insipid little man. Not that you’d know about doing anything to her.” Gripping his cheeks, talon-like nails dig into Theodore’s cheeks, a grip that forces his head back. The ease in which the woman is able to mould his body how she wishes causes another bolt of fear to surge through him. “I tend to not indulge myself with humans, you’re gone within the blink of an eye regardless, why should I care how you decide to destroy one another? No—” She tilts her head, strands of gold falling in a dazzling curtain. “My business with you goes a bit deeper than that. You’ve been dealing with a new partner, haven’t you? One that’s been given you just a bit more money every week to offer specific supplies.”

The lead weight becomes an unbearable mass that he’d never be able to move from— impending doom looming over him with every second.

“My how pallid your face has become, I expect you know exactly what I’m talking about. You see—” She jerks his head further up, displaying more of his neck. “That partner of yours hasn’t been the happiest with you. As you’ve left him quite empty-handed the last couple of times you’ve seen him. Something that’s caused more issues with a group of individuals that decided, instead of waiting for a reliable transaction, they’d take their own approach to the issue. I assume you know about that little town massacre a few hours from here?”

“What?” Theodore shakes his head, straining his body against her iron-clad hold. “No. No. I didn’t help cause that.”

“You didn’t help prevent it either.” Letting go of his cheeks, Theodore is almost surprised at the blood now falling from the incisions her nails had left behind. “I was tasked with handling that little incident, as well as the ones that caused it, which has left me a bit hungry and in need of a solution that’ll solve my problems down the road. Do you know what I’ve come to the conclusion of?”

He gulps. “W-What?”

Leaning forward the woman tilts her head and gently licks the trail of blood rolling down his left cheek, a sound rumbling from deep within her chest at the taste.

“I’m going to get rid of you, find an actually reliable mule, and have some dinner after the day I’ve had.” She pulls back, crimson-red now staining her lips. “And I’m so looking forward to hearing you scream.”

He’s not able to react, or respond, before the hand that had been steadily creeping up his back grips the back of his neck, fully exposing his neck, and she lunges forward.

[nonplayer-character]

The night Ed meets Stede Bonnet he’s a little drunk and feeling a kind of antsy he hasn’t felt in about 20 years. It’s a shit night. He broke up with Jack, or Jack broke up with him, or something, but any which way it happened, it’s quarter to three in the morning and he’s a bit pissed and half clothed and feeling reckless.

Stede is sitting on a park bench across from a condemned brownstone twiddling his thumbs overtop his clasped hands. There’s a briefcase by his side on the bench and his golden hair is illuminated by the lamppost overhead — a little beacon in the abyss of evening.

Ed doesn’t know why he’s there or what he’s doing but the scene is so fucking weird he figures if he doesn’t make himself a part of it he’ll be thinking about it for the rest of his life.

Ed sits beside him.

Stede — Ed doesn’t know his name yet, but that’s what it is — startles, fidgets, seems to assess Ed for a moment and then moves his briefcase between his feet with a halfhearted “my apologies”.

Stede’s a calm presence. Just sitting beside him Ed’s skin feels a little less tight around his bones.

“Don’t need to be sorry, mate,” Ed’s pretty sure the words slur a little. “You were here first. Could’ve left it where it was and I wouldn’t‘ve cared.”

“Ah,” says Stede and offers a smile that’s not more than the quirk of the left side of his lip, but it exposes a dimple and that’s all it takes, in the end: Ed’s fucking gone.

In retrospect, 3 minutes is maybe a little pathetic a span of time to have fallen in love in.

“But that would have been terribly rude.”

Ed chuckles, lets the silence stretch between them as he adjusts to the weird situation he’s placed himself in, and finds that he likes it — a lot.

“You a gentleman then, bound by propriety and shit?” He finally asks, ready to continue the conversation.

“Only when I’m trying to impress a new acquaintance,” says the gentleman.

It’s weird, the whole vibe, but they both grin at each other under the flicker of that lamp, enjoying it.

And later, backlit by the tacky neon light above Ed’s bed.

Ed moves a curl from Stede’s sweaty forehead and kisses him like cracking up against rocks under a lighthouse, totally merciless; totally ruined by the man beneath him, who’s name he still hasn’t learned, even as he’s half planning their wedding.

It’s probably at least a little bit the buzz’s fault that Ed’s feeling how he is, but the rest of it is the way Stede is clutching his hips, the thumbs so nervous in Stede’s own hands only an hour ago, now rubbing thoughtless circles into Ed’s hip bones in the gap between his shirt and the jeans slipping down his waist. He’s intoxicatingly gentle and Ed has to nip his bottom lip about it, bite his neck, suck bruises into the hollow of his collarbone. Anything he can to lay claim to the madman sitting alone at the asscrack of dawn looking nothing more than desperately lonely and achingly lovely.

“What’s your name?” Asks the gentleman.

“Ed,” says Ed, placing a kiss just below his ear.

“Ed,” repeats the man, his voice a little broken around the edge. “What do you do, Ed?”

Ed sits back then, straddling Stede’s hips and running curious fingers around the buttons of his dress shirt.

“I’m a musician,” Ed says, waiting for the recognition to light up Stede’s face. What he gets instead is a look of surprised delight.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Ed hums. He swoops down for another kiss, a gentle press that Stede immediately closes his eyes to. Ed doesn’t. He can feel his brow furrowing as he stares into the blur of the man under him. When he pulls back Stede relaxes into the bed under him, eyes still closed; he looks like he’s thinking very serious things.

Finally, he blinks and those soft hazel eyes fall on Ed.

“I can’t have sex with you,” he says, all quiet.

Ed’s never been in the business of pushing and he’s not about to start now, but he can still hold the little bit of disappointment in his chest; not really even about the act of having sex which is, sure, nice, but mostly just because he wants everything from this weird guy and he wants to give everything in return — he’s not sure what else there is to give, if not his dick.

“That’s fine, mate,” Ed is about to dismount but Stede’s fingers flex at his hips.

“We don’t have to stop, I just … I’m not ready for anything more.”

There’s a tone Stede uses to say the words that Ed thinks probably warrants further investigation so he cups Stede’s neck and runs a thumb over his cheek and it’s just the kind of contact he wants to give and Stede seems receptive, the way he leans in. Ed asks:

“This new to you?”

“I told my wife today,” says the gentleman. “That I’m — gay, that is. So yes, but even ‘new’ feels a bit inadequate.”

“Fuck.” Says Ed.

“Fuck,” Stede echos, smiling in some approximation of embarrassment.

“That why you were sitting on a bench in the middle of the night?”

“A factor.”

“Sounds like a story,” Ed cocks an eyebrow. Stede shrugs.

“If, after tonight, you still feel inclined to hear it, or speak to me at all, ask again.”

Ed’s not going to come on too strong about his intentions for the future, but he’s pretty sure this man is going to be a feature of it. Still, chill. He can be chill:

“Sure mate,” he grins, holds Stede’s face more firmly with the hand cupping his cheek and pins the man’s left hand to the mattress for good measure, kissing him again.

Midnight ficlet for your reading pleasure