#oc Pinot

[peapod20001]

FUCK ok I spent an amount of time on this I won’t disclose lmao but anyways if you wanted like. The gist. Of them. Then here <3

This is the post I got this from if u wanted to make one yourself or smth

I put their faces under the cut!! Cus they lost some detail when I shrunk em down lmao

Ooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu my hand hurts just remembering making these

I like em tho

[carbonateddelusion]

I'm NORMAL (thinking about the fruit dads/the poly boyfriends with Eddie bc I remembered the picture of Max screaming at Chuck)

[littleprinces]

Day 6: Cheating Sex

Danielle x Male Reader

Day 6 Kinkvember

OC Reader

Tonight, I was meeting my best friend, Danielle, or Dani as we called her, at our favorite wine bar. As I stepped into the cozy atmosphere of the bar, I spotted Dani sitting at our usual table, her long chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders.

She looked up as I approached, her emerald eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hey, Jake" she said, her voice a soft melody. "You're right on time."

I smiled and sat down across from her. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, signaling the waiter for a bottle of our favorite Pinot Noir. As we clinked glasses, Dani's eyes never left mine. "To us," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

The wine flowed smoothly, and so did our conversation. Dani talked about her latest art project, her hands gesturing passionately as she described her vision. I listened intently, her enthusiasm infectious. However, as the night wore on, the conversation took a more intimate turn.

"You know, Jake," Dani said, her voice dropping to a low purr, "sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we were more than just friends."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what makes you think about that?"

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Because sometimes, when you look at me, I see something more in your eyes. A hunger."

I chuckled, taking a sip of my wine. "You're playing with fire, Dani. We both know you have a boyfriend."

She shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. "So? A girl can have a little fun, can't she?"

The air between us was charged with tension. Dani's hand reached out, lightly tracing the back of my hand. "I think we should explore this, Jake. Just once. What do you say?"

I looked at her, her eyes pleading, her lips parted slightly. I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards her. "Alright, Dani. Let's explore this."

Later that night, we found ourselves in my apartment. The mood was electric, the anticipation palpable. Dani stood in the middle of my living room, her eyes locked onto mine. "What do you want to do, Jake?" she whispered.

I stepped closer, my voice low and commanding. "I want to see you, Dani. All of you."

She bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine. "And what if I say no?"

I smirked, my hands reaching for the hem of her dress. "You won't."

Slowly, I lifted her dress, revealing her smooth, toned legs. My hands explored her thighs, her body responding to my touch. "You're so beautiful, Dani," I murmured, my hands moving up to her hips.

She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Jake... I've never done anything like this before."

I smiled, my fingers moving to the zipper of her dress. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while."

The dress slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Dani stood before me in a black lace bra and thong, her body a symphony of curves. I reached out, cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into my touch.

"You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice laced with desire.

She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes... yes, I do."

I guided her to the bedroom, my mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths. I could taste the wine on her lips, sweet and intoxicating.

Dani's hands fumbled with my shirt, pulling it off. I kicked off my shoes and pants, standing before her in just my boxers. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I led her to the bed, pushing her gently onto her back. I began to kiss her, starting at her neck, working my way down to her collarbone, her shoulders, her chest. My mouth found her nipple, sucking and nibbling through the lace of her bra.

Dani moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Jake... that feels so good."

I smiled against her skin, my hand moving to her other breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her body writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps.

I moved lower, my mouth finding the delicate skin of her stomach. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong, pulling it down slowly. Dani lifted her hips, helping me remove the last piece of clothing between us.

I settled between her legs, my mouth finding her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal coating my lips as I licked and sucked her clit. Dani's hips bucked, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Oh, God, Jake..." she moaned, her voice laced with pleasure. "That feels so good."

I continued to lavish attention on her clit, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was tight, her muscles clenching around my fingers as I slipped them inside her. I curled them, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.

Dani's moans grew louder, her body tensing as I brought her closer to the edge. "Jake... I'm going to come," she panted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I slowed my movements, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. When she finally came down, she looked at me with dazed eyes. "That was... incredible."

I smiled, my cock throbbing with need. "And we're just getting started."

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, a wicked grin on my face. "You ready for this, Dani?"

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes... yes, I'm ready."

I pushed inside her, her tightness enveloping me. We both moaned, our bodies adjusting to the new sensation. I started to move, slow and steady, letting her get used to the feel of me.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

Dani shook her head, her fingers digging into my back. "No... it feels full. So full."

I laughed, a low rumble in my chest. "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Dani's moans filled the room, her body moving in sync with mine. "Faster, Jake... harder," she begged.

I obliged, my hips slamming into hers. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of flesh on flesh. Dani's nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Yes... yes, like that... right there," she panted, her body tensing as another orgasm approached.

I could feel my own release building, my balls drawing up tight. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, pushing her over the edge.

Dani screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. The sight of her coming undone was too much, and I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Dani looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. "Wow, Jake... that was... amazing."

I smiled, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."

We spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, our desires, and our limits. It was a night neither of us would ever forget.

[very-me]

I'm over cringy-ness so here's my Hazbin Hotel OC Kaylus! (I drew her during the pilot time.) This also includes oc x canon SORRYY

Im going to describe her appearance so you can imagine it a bit better and more clearer than how I drew her. AHEMMm

Kaylus is a 9 feet tall (and 2.65 inches) dragon demon, having 5 horns (2 on her head, 2 on the sides and one on her forehead) and a tail that can extend to about eight times her size (when she wants to, its controllable.) (OhH YEAH THIS IS JMPORTANT, SHES MUSCULAR 😼)

She's supposed to be the overlord of wine (or maybe alcohol in general), having the best selling wine, specifically her aged Pinot Noir, across Hell. She does not have any territory except for her bars and winery. I'd like to think she came to the Hazbin Hotel a little while after Lucifer visited (Lucifer asked her to come since he knew that having one of the most famous people in Hell would attract a lot of people to the hotel)

Shes actually intersex, I won't go too into detail about it. She's apagender (maybe apafem) and doesn't mind any pronouns, I just mainly use she/her on her. Also aegosexual and omnisexual.

She was born in 1883, died in 1926 at 43 years old, her real name is Erika but changed it because of her backstory that ill write in a different post, its too long 💔

and yeah she's supposed to be shipped with al, sorry, it feels illegal but I love their dynamic so much 💔💔 don't mind the artstyies changing..

note: kaylus also wears her jackets suit (idk what the name is) over her shoulders, I just don't draw it because I'm lazy as FUCKKk

[vanillafalvoredcoffee]

Backstory!

He's always been a lonely spirit ever since he gained consciousness and form a body of his own, even though he's the youngest brother...he seems to be more mature than the rest of his brothers but he thought that he was less worthy of recognition than any of them.

He's very quiet and barely even talks to anyone except his brothers

He's the least emotional of the group, actually...he barely even feel anything at all

He is more close to of Lyphiós and recognized him as his reliable big brother, Lyphiós seems to be the empathetic one in the family and the one who always comfort him whenever he feels bad about himself....because of that he respects Lyphiós.

Of course, he didn’t forget about Euphrosynos nor Thymoménos.....they like to tease him and Lyphiós a lot for fun...for some reason.

Bernardus always saw both Euphrosynos and Thymoménos as an snobby arrogant bitch but Euphrosynos is a bit more reserved than less emotional than the other

Bernardus doesn't actually dislike them though, it's just a simple siblings rivalry

Him and all of his brothers work as guardian angels and their job is to manage the people they're protecting how to deal with their mentality...easy right?

Ofcourse not

The others doesn't seem to have much problem doing their job...except for Bernardus

He has trouble trying to make those people feel better but it just makes them afraid of him instead....maybe his presence makes everyone feel even more depressed...how unfortunate

He usually see many people die in front of him...and it's almost always the people he's trying to protect...well, it doesn't matter anymore...

Because of that he got fired from his job, for the first time he felt...regret...but he still wanted to protect other people

He started to drink wine and smoke to cope with his problems, his favorite wine brand is in his name (lol)

After more than a hundred years...he stumbled upon a lonely girl named Aliana, he felt pity for her so he decides to follow her around

Bernardus noticed that she really adores her grandfather at that time and she seems to be home alone most of the time...

One day, he found Aliana crying at the church alone so he takes form as her Grandfather...even though he sucks at shape-shifting Aliana still believes him as her grandfather anyway

From then on, Bernardus developed an attachment towards her (in a protective parental way ofcourse) he felt like he could forget about his problems just by seeing her cute little face :)

At first he's afraid that she'll be afraid of him like the others but...surprisingly, she likes him...no...loves him like he's her actual family

He's trying to drink and smoke only when she's not around to avoid being a bad influence to her

He's always there next to her when she's lonely (which is...almost every day) at this point he's like a father figure to her...

...

Ye that's it :)

Bernardus Pinot Noir

Aka Yonaka's guardian demon I mean angel:)

[Btw...his name is based off a wine brand-]

[dozydawn]

uncovered the journal i kept at 17

that was my handwriting sober & then after half a bottle of barefoot pinot grigio... written while watching kenneth branagh’s hamlet (1996)

my favorite quotes are “WHY does it keep skipping?!?!” (about the pirated copy i’m watching) and “I can’t believe it’s only 9:20 am pm. The Ramen noodles I just ate were amazing. Aw! Hamlet hugging Ophelia was so cute!” (then i say how it reminds me of my ocs, ugh)

at another point in the diary i mention drinking vodka & powerade before anthropology class to “take the edge off” ... i don’t even drink now & haven’t since high school

[ask-the-four-lords]

To Karl Heisenberg and lady alcina dimitrescu 💝

What do you think of a lycan hybrid woman as a maiden?

-Janet lee Oliver (my oc)

Karl Heisenberg: Until now I didn't know Lycans could maintain any complex brain function... interesting. I'm willing if you're prepared for some liiight *grinds two of his fingers together for emphasis* human experimentation. Not to mention my bed smells more and more like that fish-freak's Mirander body-pillow ever day.

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Alcina Dimitrescu: Whatever my opinions may be House Dimitrescu does have standards to uphold, as I can only hope you know. Although I wonder what a Lycan-based Pinot Noir would taste like... hmmm.

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eight: Can No One handle Anything with Some Amount of Sensibility?

Summary: God decides to try being a mortal. It becomes (Y/N)'s problem. Everything does.

            “Did the whole ‘united front’ talk with God not go well?” said (Y/N).

            Poor Lucifer groaned and poured himself a drink sullenly. (Y/N) suppressed a smile because it was mildly amusing to see Lucifer dealing with his father (because the pair had similar lack of communication and self-reflection).

            “He comes into my house, crying, and when Amenadiel go to actually talk to me, He’s acting like a plumber and saying He’s fine!” said Lucifer.

            After God had appeared in the penthouse crying, Lucifer had quickly gotten Him a drink and let Him explain that He felt like His powers were glitching. Fortunately, nothing more than the musical day went wrong that evening, and Lucifer made sure God got back to Amenadiel’s to rest before speaking to his brother about the issue. Now that the brothers had gone to talk to their father, it, evidently, hadn’t gone as planned.

            (That didn’t surprise (Y/N), though, since Lucifer’s family was notoriously bad at actually taking care of themselves).

            “A plumber?” repeated (Y/N).

            “So we don’t have a ‘flood,’ ” groaned Lucifer, and (Y/N) suppressed another smile. “And He doesn’t even have a reason for staying on Earth,” continued Lucifer. “He’s just here, fixing the plumbing so we don’t have a flood and making my soda dispenser give people Pinot Noir!”

            His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. “And now I have work while my father is running around making miracles willy-nilly. Fantastic.” He pouted and looked at (Y/N). “Will you look after Him?”

            “I’m not babysitting God,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer pouted. “Please?”

            “I have to work on my senior project for school,” said (Y/N). “Sorry, but I’ve got responsibilities, and you and I apparently have to be the ones to set a good example in this family.”

            Lucifer sighed, put down his drink, and pocketed his phone. “At least you’re sensible.”

            “Occasionally,” joked (Y/N), hugging Lucifer. “Bye, Dad.”

            “Will you come with me later to speak to my father?” said Lucifer. “Please?”

            “Me?” said (Y/N).

            “You’re more intimidating than me and Amenadiel,” said Lucifer.

            “How does that help with God?”

            Lucifer paused. “He also likes His grandchildren. The combination of serious and grandchild should be good.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’ll go with you if you really want.”

            “You’re the best, darling,” said Lucifer, hugging (Y/N) before leaving.

            “I know!” chirped (Y/N).

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            After rubbing their hair with a towel to dry it, (Y/N) tossed it into their laundry hamper for later. They looked in the mirror and considered their outfit. For the first time since the Apocalypse, they weren’t wearing long sleeves. They had on just a red t-shirt and black pants, simple so they could focus on their work, and their black marks were on full display. (Y/N) smiled. Lucifer was right. They were artistic.

            Satisfied and not anxious, (Y/N) left the bathroom and headed into their room to grab their jewelry. They picked up their red feather necklace, grabbed some gold earrings, and frowned.

            Where’s my red jasper necklace?

            They wore it every day since Lucifer gave it to them, and it wasn’t in their jewelry box. (Y/N) left their room to look around. They may have taken it off last night and left it in the living room instead of bringing it back to their room.

            “Oh, uh, hi, God,” said (Y/N), stopping in confusion as they found God standing in the living room.

            “Good morning, (Y/N)!” said God. “And I told you to call me Grandpa.”

            “…Right,” said (Y/N), still a bit too weirded out about this being God saying it to actually call Him that.

            “Are you looking for this?” said God, smiling and holding up (Y/N)’s red jasper necklace. “I found it in here and thought it was yours.”

            “Yes, thank you,” said (Y/N), taking it from Him and putting it on. They blinked. It felt a bit warm around their neck.

            “How are you?” said God. He smiled at the marks showing on (Y/N)’s arms. “I trust you’re feeling better.”

            “A bit, yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling a little. They paused. “And…yesterday was fun.”

            “Was it?” God smiled wider.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I don’t need a musical existence everyday—I’m so sore right now from dancing—but it was fun.”

            “I’m glad,” said God.

            “But you didn’t really mean for it to happen,” said (Y/N) slowly, broaching the topic. Yes, they had said they’d talk with God later with Lucifer, but He was here now, so (Y/N) might as well learn whatever they could. I am the resident Celestial-bullshit handler.

            God hesitated. “Not all of it, no.” He smiled. “But I have handled the problem so that I can safely bond with my family without putting anyone in harm’s way.” He looked behind (Y/N) at the room dedicated to their work—covered in fabric at this point. “I would invite you to come with me, but I can see you’re busy.”

            “I am right now,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But maybe later?”

            God smiled. “I am sure I will see you. Have a good day, my dear. Take care of everything.” He patted their head, turned, and headed into the elevator.

            (Y/N) watched him go. Was that one of God’s mysterious ways?

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            “I’m proud of you, Birdie,” said Em, standing still a statue as (Y/N) circled her. They were a perfectionist, and they wanted the tailoring of the outfit they’d created to be perfect.

            “Don’t be proud of me yet, the collection isn’t finished,” said (Y/N) absently as they knelt and added a few stitches to the jacket Em wore.

            “Not about the fashion,” said Em.

            (Y/N) glared.

            “Because that’s obviously going to be great,” said Em, completely missing their partner’s ire. “I’m talking about your outfit.” They smiled. “You’re wearing short sleeves again.”

            (Y/N) paused, looked at their arms, and shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “I was told it was artistic, so why would I hide it?”

            “The boss had one of his profound moments, huh?” said Em, grinning.

            “When he’s not trying, my dad’s pretty good at helping people,” said (Y/N). “It’s when he gets in his head that he gets it all tangled up.”

            Em laughed and then yelped. “Ow!”

            “I told you not to move,” said (Y/N), stitching Em’s pants up with a sharp needle.

            “You’re so mean,” pouted Em.

            (Y/N) stood and pecked Em on the lips. “There, feel better?”

            Em grinned. “Another kiss would help.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Em again.

            “How do you not remember?!”

            (Y/N) and Em groaned as they heard Lucifer’s angry voice.

            “I’ll go check what the newest Celestial bullshit development is,” said (Y/N). “You can change back into your clothes.”

            “Good luck with whatever’s going on,” said Em.

            “God’s powers were glitching, so it’s not like things can get worse,” said (Y/N), shrugging as they walked out of the room.

            “Don’t jinx it!” chirped Em as she closed the door.

            (Y/N) walked into the living room to find Lucifer, once again, pouring himself a drink. He was really being pushed to the brink. “What’s going on now?” They watched God take a long drink of His own and blink as if He was actually affected by the alcohol. “…That’s weird.”

            “My father had the brilliant idea that to understand me He needed to try being human!” said Lucifer, exasperated and exhausted.

            “I want to experience the true range of human experience on Earth,” said God, pleased with Himself.

            “God can make Himself human?” said (Y/N). “How is that possible?”

            “I’m God. I can do anything.” God pleased. “Well, not right now.”

            “Of course not right now, you lost your powers!” said Lucifer.

            “I can get them back,” said God.

            “This is so weird,” sighed (Y/N).

            “It gets worse,” said Lucifer. “He lost whatever He put His powers in. He misplaced the powers of the Almighty.”

            “Huh.” (Y/N) processed that. “That’s a problem. Not good.”

            “Not good at all!” said Lucifer. He stared at God. “You had your drink. Now, focus. Where are your powers?”

            “I really don’t remember,” said God apologetically. “But I’m sure I left them somewhere.”

            “If you don’t remember where they are, how can you be sure that they’re safe?” said Lucifer.

            “I know that they’re safe,” said God firmly.

            “But what if something happens to them?” said Lucifer. “What if something happens to you? Does the universe collapse into nothingness, destroying everything and everyone I care about?”

            “I doubt that. That’s my purview,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Your face, Lucifer,” said God slowly, just staring. “The one you used in Hell. In person, it really is quite intense.”

            “You saw his Devil face?” said (Y/N).

            “He nearly got Himself killed by drug dealers, so I had to step in,” grumbled Lucifer. “But I can’t believe He’s critiquing the way I looked saving His life.”

            “Why did you choose that face?” asked God. He paused. “Deep down, that face is how you see yourself.”

            (Y/N) blinked and looked at Lucifer worriedly. His self-esteem was a sensitive topic.

            Ding!

            The elevator door opened.

            Oh, great, more trouble, thought (Y/N), because what else could it be?

            Trixie walked out.

            “What are you doing here?” said Em, stepping into the room and looking between God, Trixie, Lucifer, and (Y/N). It was an odd group.

            “I told my dad I was going to my friend’s house,” said Em.

            “I’m afraid we’re all a bit busy right now,” said Lucifer.

            “I lied, dummy.” She wound up and kicked Lucifer in the shin.

            Can no one handle anything with some amount of sensibility?

            Lucifer stared. “What on Earth was that for?”

            “I looked inside my heart like Dr. Linda said, and here’s what I realize,” said Trixie, pleased with herself. “Your hair is stupid, and your jokes are immature, and what kind of person puts a bar that big in their house?”

            “My hair is majestic, and you know it,” said Lucifer.

            “Grown-ups are supposed to be responsible!” said Trixie.

            “Oh, are they?” grumbled Lucifer. “Well—”

            “Everyone relax,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. “Trixie, let’s get you back home.”

            Trixie folded her arms. “I’m not done yelling at him.”

            “He’s getting yelled at plenty by other people, I assure you,” said (Y/N). “And right now he’s dealing with a problem, so let’s let him suffer in peace, shall we?”

            Trixie paused. “Fine.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N). They looked at Lucifer. “Find the thing.”

            Lucifer waved a hand at God, who was closing his eyes sleepily. “I’m trying!”

            Oh, boy.

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            (Y/N) and Trixie walked across the streets of LA in silence until (Y/N) looked down at the younger girl.

            “Okay, what’s going on?” said (Y/N).

            “What do you mean?” said Trixie stubbornly.

            “Why are you so angry at my dad?” said (Y/N). “Usually I know what he’s done, but this time it’s a mystery.”

            “He went to Florida for months without saying goodbye, he just does whatever he wants, and he…he hurts my mom’s feelings,” said Trixie, grumbling. She glanced at (Y/N). “Aren’t you mad at him? My mom…I remember hearing her talking to Maze about you being sad. He left you alone. Why aren’t you mad?”

            (Y/N) pursed their lips. “I was mad for a long time,” they admitted. “I shouted at him, I pushed him away, I hurt his feelings. Because what he did really hurt me.” They glanced at Trixie. “Like it hurt Chloe.”

            “But you forgave him,” said Trixie.

            “I did,” said (Y/N). “Because my dad was trying to do the right thing for me and messed up.” They chuckled. “You said grown-ups are supposed to be responsible, but they’re really just kids in bigger, taller bodies. Most of the time, they can be idiots. They make mistakes.”

            “…Did he apologize?” said Trixie.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding. “He did. And more importantly, he makes sure to take care of me. He didn’t just say he was sorry; he acts like he is. He wants to do better, and he is. I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he didn’t.”

            Trixie frowned as they kept walking. “Do you think he’s apologized to my mom?”

            “Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). They grinned conspiratorially. “He really likes Chloe, so he’s definitely apologized. And even if he’s made another mistake, he’ll make it up to her. They’re going to be okay.” They looked down at Trixie. “Are you okay with them?”

            Trixie nodded. “I like Lucifer. We’re friends. I just didn’t want him hurting my mom.”

            “Your mom’s lucky to have you,” said (Y/N).

            “Lucifer is lucky to have you,” responded Trixie. “You keep him out of trouble. Sorry for kicking him.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “He’s had worse.” They winked. “And you don’t need to apologize to me or him about it. He probably deserves it.”

            Trixie laughed as they walked up the drive to Dan’s house. “Thanks for helping me.”

            “No problem, Trixie,” said (Y/N). “The two of us are a team, keeping our parents safe and in line.”

            Trixie brightened. “A team?”

            “A team,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Awesome,” said Trixie, grinning. She walked up to the door, turned back, and waved. “Bye, (Y/N)!”

            “Bye, Trixie,” said (Y/N). They made sure she closed the door and was in safely before checking their phone for the time. They hummed. I’ve already resolved one of our two problems of today, and it’s not even 2. I’m on a roll.

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            “Where is my dad? And God?” said (Y/N), reentering the penthouse.

            “They went out looking for God’s powers,” said Em. “I offered to help, but Lucifer asked me to wait here to tell you.”

            “He does know I own a phone, right?” said (Y/N).

            “He just wants you to not be out and about while God’s powers could be picked up by anyone,” said Em. “He’s protective.”

            “Mm, unfortunately,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “That also means I can’t procrastinate. I’m going to get back to work.”

            “Good luck!” said Em as (Y/N) headed back into their workroom.

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            “You seriously have no idea?” said Lucifer. “Nothing, no clue, nada? No inkling?”

            “Son, I do not know where I left my powers. All I know is that they are safe,” said God.

            “Father, I have to say that I agree with Lucifer. This is irresponsible. We need to find your powers before someone finds them,” said Amenadiel.

            “No, no, they’re safe,” said God. “I’m sure of that.”

            “Father,” sighed Amenadiel. “Earth isn’t safe. If someone found your powers, they could hurt themselves or others.”

            God looked at Amenadiel. “My son, I would not leave my powers somewhere or with someone if there was a chance they would to be used for harm.”

            Amenadiel fought not to sigh. “Alright, let’s think things through. What places does Dad know?”

            “Food stores,” said Lucifer. “Not helpful.”

            “Okay, then, if you were to give up your powers for the day, what would you do with them?” said Amenadiel.

            “I don’t want people to have to bear my power and frighten people off as the devil, so I wouldn’t leave it with anyone,” said Lucifer.

            “Fine, bad example,” said Amenadiel.

            “What would you do? Perfect older brother should be a good example of what our dear Father would do,” said Lucifer.

            “Children,” sighed God.

            “I’d put it with someone I trusted, like family,” said Amenadiel. “I’d know they wouldn’t use my power for harm and would keep it safe.”

            God paused. “Oh.”

            Lucifer and Amenadiel looked at Him. “What?”

            God smiled. “I remember where I left it.”

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            “(Y/N).” Em leaned into the workroom.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N) absently, staring at two different fabrics barely a shade different.

            “God is here with Amenadiel and Lucifer. He wants to talk to you,” said Em.

            (Y/N) frowned in confusion but came out of the room. “What is it?”

            “I remembered where I put my powers,” said God. He held out a hand. “Could I borrow your red jasper necklace?”

            (Y/N) tilted their head but undid the clasp and held it out to Him. He took it and held the stone in His hand. God took a deep breath, and a chime sounded. It echoed around the room, and a golden glow emerged from the red jasper. It flew up and around God, holy and bright. When it faded, everyone stared. God smiled and gave the necklace back to (Y/N).

            “Thank you for keeping it safe,” said God.

            Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who was dumbfounded. “At least (Y/N) is responsible.”

            “Oh, great, so I was just walking around with God’s power for the whole day,” said (Y/N), still just staring at the necklace in their hand.

            “I knew that you could take care of it,” said God. He smiled. “You wouldn’t use power for your own gain, would you?”

            (Y/N) blinked. “No.” They helped people and protected their family and friends. They didn’t need or want power for themself.

            “You can’t just hand your powers to my kid and not tell them,” spluttered Lucifer. “What if it had exploded? What if they had gotten hurt?”

            God held up a hand. “We need to talk.” His voice had grown somber, and Amenadiel and Lucifer exchanged a confused look.

            God sat down, and, sensing the seriousness of the occasion, everyone else in the room sat down.

            “Lucifer was right,” said God, a soft smile on His face.

            “Twice in one millennium,” said Lucifer. “Will wonders never cease?”

            “It’s not just the music,” said God. “Or the fact that I misplaced my powers.” He laced His fingers, and His eyes took on a slightly melancholy expression. “The truth is…I’ve been slipping for quite a while. For longer than I’d like to admit.” He smiled again. “I guess you get your denial from your father.”

            “What denial?” Lucifer pretended to act innocent before smiling. “Kidding.” It seemed he and God had some sort of breakthrough in their fraught relationship. “Mostly.”

            “Now, let’s just keep this between the five of us, for now. Shall we?” said God.

            “What are you saying?” asked (Y/N).

            “I think it’s time,” said God.

            “Time for what?” said Lucifer.

            “Time for me to retire,” said God.

            …God can retire? That was a development.

            (Y/N), Lucifer, and Amenadiel all looked at each other. They looked at God to say something, anything to that statement, and He was gone.

            Unbelievable.

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15 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Chapter Summary. Lucy’s birthday looms near and Frankie isn’t able to make it. So she makes it up to her before she leaves. Luckily, Bradley has some plans in mind and he holds out hope that in time Lucy will reveal more about her complicated family.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, angst, BFF times

15 | Seashell by the Seashore 🐚

September 18, 2023

“Tanti auguri a, tetanti auguri a. Tetanti auguri a Luciaaaa.... Tanti auguri a te!ˮ

Lucy and Francesca clapped side by side, sitting together under the shade of a large parasol buried in the sand, sitting on a fitted sheet to keep the sand at bay, and enjoying the view of the sea in the mild San Diego afternoon. Francesca had baked them a lovely, little red velvet cake with buttercream frosting and they began to pick it apart with a fork, paired with some glasses of Pinot Noir.

“Iʼm sorry that I canʼt make it on your actual birthday,ˮ Frankie frowned.

“Whatʼre you talking about?ˮ Lucy smiled. “Today is my birthday. Today, I am 26 for you, my friend.ˮ

They laughed lightly, glasses clinking.

“How old is Bradley, again?ˮ Francesca hummed.

“40,ˮ Lucy replied casually. “Quite the age gap, eh?ˮ

“It is, but whenever I look at both of you I canʼt decide whether youʼre older than you look or heʼs younger than he seems!ˮ

“Thank you,ˮ Lucy chuckled.

A brief quiet ensued as they both had a bite of cake.

“Have you told him? About your mom?ˮ Francesca asked her quietly.

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy smiled. “Squeezed a few tears out of me... but I got it out in the open eventually.ˮ

“And Ford? Did you tell him about the letters and about Maveri—“

“No,ˮ she sighed deeply. “Not yet... not yet. Frankie, I really donʼt want to tal—“

“Lucia,ˮ Francesca said firmly. “I respect your privacy and your autonomy. You have a right to both. But my friend, your fatal flaw is your own isolation — you lie and push people away because youʼre afraid—“

“Frankie—“

“Youʼre afraid that if they got to know the person you really are theyʼll leave and theyʼll take all of their love with them.ˮ

Francesca Agosti was no academic marvel. She did not have any educational qualifications to become a curator and a painter. She flunked out of the fancy private college her father paid for. But she was a great scholar when it comes to the matters of the heart. She and Lucy share the trait of being insightful. While Lucy applies it towards interacting with whales, Francesca puts it on a canvas. That, is what makes her a passionate artist.

“Whatever happened to Ford was not your punishment of the matters you last exchanged,ˮ Francesca held her hand. “What happened to your mom is something out of your control. What happened to you — to wild Lucy — shouldnʼt have had to change.ˮ

“But Bradley—“

“Bradley Bradshaw is a good man,ˮ Francesca enveloped her weeping friend into her arms lovingly. “That man is absolutely in love with you, Lucia. I can see it in his eyes.ˮ

“I-In love?ˮ Lucy stuttered. “With me?ˮ

“With you,ˮ Francesca tucked her stray hairs behind her ears. “Forgive yourself Lucia,ˮ she smiled kindly. “Let him love you.ˮ

“Okay,ˮ Lucy whispered.

“I have something for you,ˮ Francesca pulled her tote bag towards her and retrieved a medium-sized box decorated with iridescent swirls and a white bow. She handed it to Lucy.

It was heavy in Lucyʼs lap, and whatever it was it thudded against the corners as she shook it gently. She undid the bow and opened the lid. Wrapped in pale tissue, was a magnificent conch shell. It was a foot in size with a large flaring lip. It had a pretty, consistent pale peach color all throughout with a vibrant pink that emerged from its entrance. Its spines were elegantly curved and ethereal.

“Oh Frankie,ˮ she sighed. “Itʼs beautiful.. But I canʼt — there are only about 50,000 in the world and I donʼt know how you got this but if itʼs from a protected area —“

“Lucia stop,ˮ Francesca chuckled. “Remember Scala dei Turkei? I tripped on that a week before I came here. I had it checked out, thereʼs nothing in here and itʼs okay to keep...ˮ

“Thank you Frankie,ˮ she embraced her tightly. “For everything.ˮ

Just then, Lucyʼs phone rang and from just how she smiled as she picked it up, Francesca could tell just who it was on the other side…

“Yeah,ˮ Lucy chuckled looking at Francesca. “I think sheʼd like that.ˮ

“Iʼve only had a glass,ˮ she argued. “I can have a beer.ˮ

Francesca giggled. Lucy stood up, gesturing for the bathroom.

“We can always Uber, Bradley,ˮ she said into the phone as she went ahead and grabbed her purse.

“Okay, okay, if you insist.ˮ Lucy sighed as she sauntered away.

Francesca watched her from the distance, her mind drifting and finding itself to Robert Floyd. It was no secret that Francesca has had her fair share of lovers — some amorous, some stoic, some scandalous, and some just too square. But she never really met anyone who was quite like Robert Floyd.

“Looks like that went well,ˮ Bob smiled at her.

“It looks like that right now,ˮ she replied to him as she downed another Bellini. “But wait until the paper comes out tomorrow and Italyʼs most snobby pricks nitpick the failure of a daughter from a family gallerists.ˮ

They were walking the length of the restricted areas museum at night. Bob had her heels in his hand and his jacket on her shoulders. They found a tall glass door to a patio and just before they exited to meet with the view of the sea, they spotted two lovers, so engrossed with each other that neither of them felt the chilly air.

“Theyʼre really going at it,ˮ Bob chuckled as Bradley pulled Lucy closer to him. “Iʼve never seen Rooster like this.ˮ

“Neither have I with Lucia,ˮ Francesca remarked. “Come, I know some other place we can go.ˮ

They ended up in an empty gallery room in which Francesca powered a switch nearby and a floating, projected art exhibition illuminated the space. It was one of those instagram- worthy, art-interactive, locations that people loved to take pictures at.

“I think these kinds of exhibitions were made for clout,ˮ Bob said as-matter-of- factly.

“Definitely,ˮ Francesca drawled, her stance flailing. She sat down on one corner of the room and Bob followed suit, watching the lights scatter against the white walls.

“Youʼre not a failure, yʼknow?ˮ He told her. “History tells us that the critics arenʼt always right.ˮ

“Thatʼs true,ˮ Francesca nodded sleepily. “But those artists werenʼt children of my Father.ˮ

A beat.

“Artists donʼt please, they create.ˮ Bob told her. Francesca looked at him thoughtfully. The lights were hypnotic, the Bellini buzz was on its high, and his lips looked very lonely. She cupped his cheek and slowly drew him to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder gently.

“Itʼs late,ˮ he said. “Let me take you home.ˮ

Unbeknownst to Francesca whose face placed in her palms, Bradley had arrived in khaki uniform and walked up to their little patch of shade on the beach.

“You alright?ˮ He asked her. Francesca looked up.

“Oh yes...ˮ Francesca smiled. “Lucia just went to the bathroom. Sheʼll be back.ˮ

“Well I sure hope so,ˮ Bradley joked. “Iʼve had a whole thing planned for her birthday. I would hate for her to miss it... I hope she likes it.ˮ

“As long as itʼs from you, Iʼm sure sheʼll enjoy it.ˮ She replied.

“What did you get her?ˮ Bradley gestured towards the gift box. Francesca opened the lid.

“Only about 50,000 of those left. Are they from a—“

“No theyʼre not from a protected area,ˮ Francesca chuckled. “I stubbed my toe on that on an isolated beach in Italy. Had it checked out too. You listen to her...ˮ

“‘Course I do,ˮ Bradley tuck his aviators in his shirt as he ducked into the shade and sat beside her. “Sheʼs my girlfriend…”

“Iʼm going to take care of her you know,ˮ he told her after a moment of stillness, looking out to the water.

“I know you will... just be patient with her,ˮ Francesca sighed. “If thereʼs anything I can tell you, itʼs that Lucy comes from a family where... pushing down their feelings and hiding their problems is way to be strong. Itʼll be hard — getting Lucia out of her shell.ˮ

“Hey!ˮ Lucy arrived a few moments later in her white sunhat, she crawled into their enclosure, eyes lighting up at the sight of Bradley

“Hey Angel,ˮ he grinned handsomely as he kissed her cheek. “Ready for the Hard Deck?ˮ

“Is Bob going to be there?ˮ She smirked, a faint blush dusting Francescaʼs cheek.

“You told him?!ˮ She exclaimed. “Lucia!ˮ

“He did, actually.ˮ Bradley answered, winking. “Looks the right one finally came your way.ˮ

New ship unlocked! 🔓💞🔑 Should I make a short spin-off series about these two new lovebirds after Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel? Well that’s a wrap for now! See you at 16 | Lucy’s Surprise!

[peapod20001]

It’s like they’re the Brady bunch 😭

[writingjourney]

Also, Secondo will behave with every adopted animal the way that all dads treat them

"Okay, amore, but you will have to take care of it. And keep it away from me"

And the next thing you see is him chilling with whatever pet you acquired, holding it gently in his lap (if it is small) or just let it lay beside him on any surface, buying it all of the expensive luxury food, care equipments, clothes (if it can wear it) and etc. His phone has more pictures of this said pet than his s/o and they tease him about it, while he pets "grumpily" his angelino

Oh absolutely!! He’s the grumpy pet dad 100%. I think he’s just well aware that pets are a lot of work and he’s a busy man, he also knows the pet needs him and he‘s a bit scared of such commitment initially.

I don’t share a lot about my OCs but Secondo and my OC Manon later adopt a cat called Pinot and it’s pretty much that. They visit the local shelters and it clicks with one cat especially and he reluctantly agrees to take her home. Later they’re besties of course, both a bit grumpy and wanting things to go their way haha

[eddysocs]

The Real Housewives Of New York City OC Masterlist

Name: Janelle Russo

Face Claim: Carmela Zumbado

Love Interest: Ramona Singer

Fic Title: Apple Of My Eye

Plot Summary: Attending her friend's bachelorette party was the last thing Janelle Russo wanted to do. As the last single girl in her friend group, she’s feeling a little left out, so when she goes to the bar for their next round of drinks, she tacks a pinot grigio onto their tab for the pretty blonde sitting at the bar. Soon they’re out dancing and Janelle is more than ready to lose herself in a meaningless fling, but a text interrupts their night, and Janelle's mystery woman has to leave. Janelle thinks it’s all over, until she sees her coming back from the bar, flashing a smile and handing her a napkin with her number on it. So maybe this wasn’t the end.

Name: Joni Renfield

Face Claim: Lily Rose Depp

Love Interest: LuAnn De Lesseps

Fic Title: Yes, Countess

Plot Summary: When joining a music video, Joni thought she’d be doing what she does best—dancing. But, when it turns out that she’s just there as a cute blonde extra, she can’t even be mad because she’s fully enamored with the song's artist, Countess LuAnn De Lesseps. Though the video is hardly a big pay day for her, she’s more concerned about shooting her shot with the tall, statuesque Countess than anything else. She doesn’t think she has a chance, but when LuAnn says yes to her lunch offer, Joni plans on making the most of whatever amount of time LuAnn decides to give her.

Name: Vienna Marino

Face Claim: Charisma Carpenter

Love Interest: Jill Zarin

Fic Title: Fabric Of Society

Plot Summary: A couple mistakes Vienna for an employee of Zarin Fabrics, and when that turns into an opportunity to work there for real, Vienna can’t believe her luck. And Jill Zarin herself is there to show her the ropes of becoming the most efficient salesgirl there is. Brad —Jill's "gay husband" and Zarin Fabrics designer— is Vienna's number one supporter and when he discovers the massive crush Vienna is harboring for Jill, he can’t wait to see how all that plays out, even if he has to push them together a little to make it happen.

[neishroom]

🥓🍚🍒 (for any oc of your choosing!)

🍚 They have been invited for a dinner by someone close to them! Where are they going, what are they ordering, what are they drinking and what do they talk about?

Cleo is going to a bistro and ordering a flatbread margherita pizza with some pinot grigio! She'll def be talking about her family, any fashion items she's been into and the latest popular reality tv show

🥓 At what time does your oc eat breakfast?

Since Cleo has been on maternity leave she eats breakfast whenever she can

🍒 How often do they eat berries and other kinds of veggies?\

Probably daily since she eats them with her kids

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[luucypevensie]

🐿 + my beloved water witch Allison? 💚

YAS, MY FAVE MAMA WARRIOR! THANK YOU FAE! Tagging @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, and @bi-ologistofthehills as they are all Allison’s biggest fans (after you of course)

1. a song they love to dance to: mamma mia by abba (mamma mia is her favorite musical, and she would listen to the soundtrack on repeat so much as a girl that her parents nearly destroyed her cd)

2. the meaning of their middle name: well-born, noble (gene; her mother had a thing for golden age hollywood actresses, so she and skye’s middle names are after gene tierney and marlene dietrich)

3. their favorite mythical/fantasy animal/figure: allison adores mermaids (it started after watching the little mermaid for the first time; she wanted to be ariel so badly that she perfected her hair flip when she’s breaking out of the water)

4. salty or sweet snacks? which kind do they like best?: you’d think sweet since she’s a baker, but allison actually prefers salty snacks. you can usually see her snacking on pretzels because she loves how they can go with most things (she loves dipping them in hummus)

5. what they like to do during the winter time: winter is when she goes absolutely CRAZY with the baking; she’s baking all sorts of christmas cookies from traditional shortbread to gingerbread. besides the baking, one of her favorite winter activities is to go ice skating, and then sit in front of a fire afterwards with a cup of hot chocolate

6. their favorite ‘50’s song: cheek to cheek by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong

7. do they drink? if so, what’s their favorite drink?: allison only drinks in the privacy of her home, and select social events. she’s a wine girlie who loves a good merlot or pinot grigio

8. one moment they recoil thinking about: definitely that moment when her little self wrote that love note to the girl she had a crush on; the note was a bit mushy, and allison still folds into herself in embarrassment when remembering all of her classmates laughing at the note and her

9. if they believe in lucky objects: at first, allison didn’t believe in luck. but, after peter gave back her teardrop necklace, good things always seemed to happen whenever she had the necklace on, and she then began refusing to take it off

10. their first-ever paying job: she started working at starbucks when she was in high school, so she could start saving money for college

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Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 6: Closer

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Beth's relationship to Hannibal grows deeper...

(yes this is the spicy chapter you've all been waiting for)

Word Count: 1.1k

Thanks to Em for beta reading <3 <3 <3

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY.

SPESIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), unethical relationships, sexual tension, sexual themes, (CONSENSUAL) sex, fingering, PiV sex, talk about body fluids (vague), horror, gore, cannibalism, vore, bad parenting, rough language, violence, alcohol, light emetophobia, acrotomophilia

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I moaned softly, eyes closed. “You outdid yourself, Hannibal. This was the best one yet” I opened my eyes to see a satisfied smirk. I took another bite from the beef tartare. It melted on my tongue as I took a sip of a young Pinot Noir to wash it down. I bit my lip. “Humans only need one kidney, right?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited. He chuckled quietly and leaned forward crossing his fingers. “Depends, but you are healthy enough to be able to live with only one” he smiled a genuine smile. I laughed and took another sip of the wine. “Have you ever tasted a kidney pie? I do have a great recipe for that” he added. I raised my brow and smirked. “Oh do you now? Maybe we should put that to the test?” I giggled. He smiled and stood up. “I want to show you something” he said softly.

It’s our second therapy session. “Are you afraid of me?” he asks. I look at him confused. “What do you mean? Why would I be afraid of you?” I grip the armchair under me. I am not afraid of him, but I am afraid of him using me. “Of course not” I answer before letting him continue. But he doesn’t try to argue. He leans back and lets me to change the subject. Maybe he knows the real answer already. 

“This is your bedroom?” I said, raising a brow as I looked at the dimly lit room. “Correct” he nodded and came to stand in front of my wheelchair. “I would like you to move to sleep here. I will move all your books and belongings from your own house and room here, if you let me” he said as he took my hands into his. My mouth opened up and I looked around. He wants me to be close. I took a deep breath and nodded. “I would like that very much”. My answer made him smile and he leaned to whisper in my ear: “get on the bed”

I laid on the bed propped up on my elbows and looked at him while he took his shirt off. I removed my clothes too, leaving only underwear on. He got on the bed slowly coming to hover on top of me like a predator to its prey. I slightly bit my lip as he fondled my cheek and neck. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. He knew I was more than sure, but he still asked. He wants me to want this. He wants to show me he cares. He wants me to understand he isn’t just using me. I nodded, smiling and leaned closer to take his lips into mine.

The kiss was soft but quickly turned into more passionate. I gasped but the sound was muffled by his lips devouring mine. His hands moved to grip my hair gently as I started exploring his back with my fingers softly caressing every curve he had on his back. His lips moved from my lips to my neck while my fingers slid up his back to his hair. The lips on my skin were heated and desperate, moving up my neck to nip my ear, which made me moan out loud. Then his fingers started gliding down. I removed my bralette while we kissed and his hand immediately started fondling the soft skin. He pinched my nipple which made me gasp and for payback I nipped his lip harder. Then his fingers continued their journey down my body.

I closed my eyes, gasping for air when he removed the rest of my clothes and started fondling my already drenched folds. He muttered something inaudible in French. I pulled him into a slow, deep kiss as his fingers slipped in. I was not going to last long. The way he listened to my every single sound, every single tensing of muscle and knew exactly how to react to them. I started moaning louder as the speed of his fingers became more erratic. I looked at him and he looked mesmerized. I came quickly and his fingers fucked me oh so sweetly through it while I just moaned and whimpered against his lips. 

After a few minutes of calming down I kissed his cheek. “Do you want to continue?“ I asked. “I want nothing more” he whispered and started to remove the rest of his clothes. I bit my lip, ready to continue while helping him. We started kissing again. His hot breath flooded my every sense as he gently started fucking me. The scent of sweat and quiet whimpering filled the room as our bodies moved in perfect unison. I’ve had sex before, but this was something new. This was something more . When the kisses and sounds started to become sloppier and louder for both of us everything felt like the most perfect symphony conducted by us. “Hannibal, I- I am going to-” I gasped, gripping his hair as I felt the tension building in my lower abdomen. “You are perfect, Bethany'' Hannibal whimpered into my ear. Him saying my full name made my orgasm hit me like never before. We both cried out as he pumped in a few more times before crashing into his climax too. Then everything went silent.

We both laid there catching our breaths, him on my chest. I looked down at him and smiled in pure bliss. He answered my smile with a gentle peck on the lips. He can’t be a monster. He couldn’t be this gentle and caring if he was one. “Can I ask you something?” I muttered quietly, still coming down from my high. “Of course” he said and shifted to lay next to me. “How long have you been… eating… humans?” I asked. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the ceiling. “I was 6 when I ate my sister’s remainings” he answered. I blinked quietly and looked at him, unable to answer. The two children in the photograph that was on top of the fireplace in the living room. Hannibal and Mischa… was Mischa his sister? After a long silence I finally opened my mouth again. “Did you love her?” I whispered. He turned to look at me. “I did” he answered. For the first time ever I could swear I catched a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. “Can I kiss you?” I asked so quietly it wasn’t even a proper whisper. He leaned closer and we kissed slowly. Was he actually able to feel love? Could he love… me?  

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[justar1z]

I have been in a cookie run brain rot

ANYWAY OC'S

> Dark Coffee Cookie

> Caramel Macchiato Cookie

> Pinot Noir Cookie / black swan

> Candy Apple Cookie (or Caramel Apple Cookie)

> Strawberry Soufflé Cookie

> Asparagus Cookie