#sweet sweet amalia just wants to be loved

[leviscolwill]

glue song

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: after going picnicking with your little cousins, you feel like your relationship with your boyfriend has taken a new step (wc: 1k)

contents: established relationship, talk abt having kids, so fluffy you might die in it, suggestive ending i guess ??

note: i'm in a trent mood lately, just look at him being so babygirl. i want to be his controversially young gf so bad (gasly core)

reblogs and feedback are very very much appreciated 🫶

now playing: glue song by beebadoobee and clairo

when your cousin asked you to babysit her kids for the afternoon, you immediately accepted. you were very close to your family but still felt like you didn't see your cousin or her twin daughters enough so you jumped on the occasion.

trent had already met your family quite a few times but when you told him the news, he was already planning the whole day ahead wanting to make the most out of the afternoon you'll spend with olivia and amalia.

he'd prepared custom sandwiches for them according to their taste and he forced you to bake cookies with him for them.

"come on it'll be fun." he practically pleaded.

"but trent you know that we can't bake to save our life."

"we ? who is we ? i'm a great baker." he replied side eyeing you while grabbing every ingredient needed. it was the truth, sort of. trent was not a great baker but he was definitely better than you, his cookies were edible (most of the time) and even good, sometimes.

but baking with trent was always a hustle, you tried to focus on the recipe while he wanted to wing it, saying it would taste better this way.

"you should listen to the real chef here love, it's not a big deal if we don't put the exact same amount of vanilla you know. now, be a good sous-chef and grab the whip for me please" he told you with a cocky grin, he knew how you would react to his words, exactly how he wanted you to.

you grabbed the whip only to playfully hit his shoulder with it while trent dramatically whined that you wanted him injured for the start of the season.

it didn't surprise you that your boyfriend was this excited about spending his day with actual kids, the way he was behaving like one right now.

after at least an hour of battling with trent, and cleaning your flour-maculated kitchen, your cookies were ready. and after tasting one (for research purposes, of course), you could say they were good, 'probably the best thing ever baked' in your boyfriend's words.

after a while, your shared house's doorbell finally rang, and trent nearly jumped out of his seat to open the door, you followed him and welcomed your cousin and her 7 year old daughters.

"thank you so much for babysitting them today, they're very happy to see their favorite aunty and uncle." your cousin beamed while giving you their bags, heavy with toys.

"we're also happy to spend some time with them, we have a great afternoon planned." you replied with a smile. trent who had his hand on your waist was quick to agree with you too.

after olivia and amalia hugged their mum goodbye, trent was already grabbing your bags full of sandwiches, sweets, and freshly baked cookies.

"uncle trent did you know my team won the school's football competition in may." amalia beamed at trent while she told him how she scored the winning goal for her team, thanks to her sister's brilliant assist. seeing trent and your little cousins get along this well made your chest feel warm at the scene, you almost wished for today to never end, although it was far from over.

once you settled your large blanket in the park, your boyfriend chose. you gave olivia and her sister their sandwiches with a kiss on their forehead. you turned around to take your own when you met trent eyes and his lovesick smile.

"why are you looking at me like that ?" you asked him with a shy smile as you felt the blush creep up your cheeks.

"do i need a reason to stare at my girl now ?" he answered, quickly pressing a kiss on your lips.

"ewww." olivia covered her eyes in disgust, while amalia pretended to throw up.

you laughed at their dramatic reactions and took a bite of the sandwich prepared by trent.

after the girls finished their sandwiches, they tasted the homemade cookies and absolutely loved them.

"of course they're perfect, they were made by liverpool's best baker." trent beamed pointing at himself. you rolled your eyes while olivia and amalia laughed at his ridiculous claim.

when it was finally time to go, you cleaned up everything while your cousins started walking to the car holding each other's hands.

"come on let's go home, my three princesses." he said, while bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it and kiss the side of your head while you started walking, holding hands like teens.

after your cousin picked up olivia and amalia, and thanked you again, the house seemed oddly silent. not the awkward kind of silence but a comforting one, the kind of silence you often shared with trent when words weren't needed.

"i really had fun today you know." trent broke the silence, stroking your hair.

"yeah, i noticed that, i'm glad you get on well with them."

"i think you'd be a great mum." he said almost in a whisper. you did not expect this. trent and you have been together for over a year already, but you've never had this talk.

"are you trying to tell me something ?" you asked, looking up at him.

"i don't know, not really, i was just thinking that maybe-" you put an end to his suffering quickly when you noticed his stammering.

"i'm joking trent... i think you'd be a great dad, the best actually."

he looked at you lovingly and kissed you in a manner that was definitely different than when the girls were here.

his kisses started trailing down your neck as you moved your head to the side, implicitly telling him to keep going.

"should we start practicing then mmh ?"

[onyichii]

"Thank you, Yugo...."

This is version B. Version A was scrapped because it didn't sit well with me. I just didn't like something about it.

Keep reading to see the process/journey of how we got to version B (And to see version A).

I AM NOT INVITING CRITIQUES - I already have notes on the things I like, don't like, and things I want to work on.

The Journey

Here we have the thumbnail. Then from there we go to the sketch. I love the thumbnail and the sketch. I changed the eyes because I am moving away from that classic anime look. I could have stopped here and be perfectly content with the drawing.

Originally, I wanted to put Amalia into a forest-like setting. However, I felt like I had seen that image before. And that bothered me. So, I checked....and I found it. I HAD SEEN SOMTHING SIMILAR BEFORE!!!

It was a drawing by Xa-xa-xa (here is his drawing).

https://www.deviantart.com/xa-xa-xa/art/Sadida-Portrait-340141077

To me, my drawing felt too much like his. I know they're not the same, but it already bothered me. So I ditched the leafy bg.

I haven't looked at that drawing from xa-xa-xa in YEARS but my concept felt so familiar. So similar. I had to make sure I wasn't crazy. After finding it, I changed the bg to look similar to the bridge in the Sadida palace tree in s4.

Here, you can see we have two different line art styles—thick and thin. I ended up using the thin one when I made the first version (A). However, I went back and used thicker line art when i redid it to make the second version (B).

I was not satisfied with her expression, so I changed it. It looked too basic. Too bland. There is a smile but the lips overpower it. The new one looks so sweet and gentle (but I deplumped her lips 😭)

I struggled with coloring the hair on both versions. Something I will have to practice more. I like her hair in version B more. I added more flare and more tone to it.

I do like the backlighting on her in version A and I wish I brought it to version B but I'm okay with version B.

I do like how I colored the lips in version B but not version A. I legit HATED the lips look in version A. I wanted to make them look more natural hence the coloring in version B.

To me the BG vines look a little too cartoonish. I think it's because of how they're colored or shaped. I'm not sure. Maybe it's how I made them wrap around the column. So, I'll be more mindful of how vines lay against objects (and probably use more reference).

I wish I did more to the water in the bg, but since it was blurred it didn't really matter.

Well that's about it. Which version speaks to you? Version B or Version A?!

[babyjakes]

did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

[cocogum]

Ankama Shop is wild for this…(and i love it)

A few weeks ago, I came across this cute Amalia figurine that I found on the official Ankama shop and I couldn’t resist buying it.

When I eventually received it from the mail not too long ago and opened it, I couldn’t help but snort cuz omg I gotta point something out.

Now first of all, lemme just say that yes, the figurine was gorgeous and beautifully packaged. There were no problems with the figurine itself, nothing was broken.

It’s not the figurine I wanted to address but rather the quote that came along with it.

You see, apparently when you buy a wakfu figurine of a character, they come with a small quote that belongs to them to represent who they are as a person. The quote can come from the game, a manga/webtoon panel, or just the show itself.

Out of all the quotes Ankama could’ve plastered on her, guess what quote they used for her :

Now at first glance, this quote might sound sweet and encapsulates how Amalia is an empath at heart and dislikes bloodshed especially if it’s for something ridiculous and pointless.

BUT IF YOU REMEMBER WHEN AND WHERE SHE SAID THIS, YOU’D THINK ANKAMA WAS TROLLING!!!

She said this when she wasn’t in her right mind and told Yugo he was replaceable when she knew she could get that eliotrope ass instead, are you kidding me-

Ankama you’re screwing with me, right?

Please say yeah.

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THIS ISN’T REAL STOP PLAYING WITH ME‼️‼️

[pollymorgan]

Negan, Lucille and Amalia

Warning: smut, bisexuality, cheating, unrequited love, threesome

Sometimes fate is a peculiar thing. Or was it just by chance that I happened to run into Lucille while shopping, when I was visiting my parents in my old hometown?

Lucille and I were high school buddies and incredibly close friends. Oh man, the fun we used to have back in the day. It's incredible how long ago that feels and how enamored I was with her at the time. But then she got together with that awful guy, Negan. It really wasn't just jealousy on my part. Okay, maybe a little. But the guy was simply wrong for her. His idiotic remarks drove me crazy, he was arrogant and a real troublemaker. I knew he would eventually break my angel’s heart. So, I was even more surprised when Lucille told me at the grocery store that they were now married. Had that handsome scoundrel really made it?

The blond, petite woman was just as warm-hearted as ever, and her green eyes seemed to shine even brighter than before. Incredibly, after so many years, she managed to make my heart race wildly all over again.

As we said goodbye, she hugged her slim body tightly against mine, and I breathed in the delicate scent of lilac from her hair. Then she looked at me with her most beautiful smile.

"How about we have a girls' night tonight, like the old times? I'll cook something, and we can chat about the good old days. Negan is going on a motorcycle tour, so we'd have the place to ourselves unless, of course, you're already booked?"

The thought of spending the evening alone with her caused a tingling sensation in my stomach, like one I hadn't felt in ages. I swallowed hard and tried to respond as neutrally as possible, "Oh yes, that would be great... Just tell me what I can bring."

After we sorted out a few details - such as when we would meet and how I would get to her house - we exchanged phone numbers, and I left the store feeling like a freshly infatuated teenager.

Back at my parents' house, I pondered endlessly about what to wear. I definitely didn't want to be too dressed up. After all, it was just supposed to be a "girls' night." But I also didn't want to appear too casually dressed. So, in the end, I opted for a simple black dress that accentuated my curves but was not too extravagant.

With a bottle of red wine in my bag, I set off for the Smiths' house at the agreed-upon time. I noticed my excitement skyrocketing as my GPS indicated I was getting closer to the destination. When I parked in front of their property, I gazed at it for a while, then quickly checked my subtle makeup in the rearview mirror and stepped out decisively. Clutching the bottle tightly, I rang their doorbell, and a soft voice called out, "I'll be right there..."

As Lucille opened the door, she appeared somewhat flustered. She brushed a blonde lock from her forehead, took a deep breath in and out. "The food was supposed to be ready before you arrived, but I completely underestimated the time!"

I smiled at her. How sweet was it that she was getting stressed out on my account? I noticed she had accentuated her beautiful eyes with a subtle brown shade on her eyelids. She hadn't worn any makeup at the store today. Had she put on makeup especially for me? My imagination was already running wild.

Spontaneously, I gave her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. "Let's prepare it together, it's more fun that way, and besides, I brought this..." as I held out the bottle of red wine to her.

Lucille smiled at me. "Amalia Johnson! You haven't changed a bit..."

I shrugged playfully. As she walked ahead, my gaze automatically stuck to her figure from behind. She was still as petite as back then. Her blonde curls bobbed with each step, accentuating her slender legs and tiny perky derriere perfectly outlined in her dress. It was only then that I noticed she was also wearing a black dress similar to mine. The realization snapped me out of my thoughts and brought a grin to my face.

"Oh, matching outfits?" I asked amusedly, and Lucille turned to face me. Instantly, her eyes traveled over my body.

"It sure seems that way, but it looks better on you. Your bust looks simply perfect in that dress," her words about my body sent a jolt of electricity through me but also gave me the opportunity to openly gaze at her cleavage. Her breasts were barely covered by the thin fabric of the dress, clearly outlined.

"Do you have to say that? You don't even need a bra and you look fantastic. Do you know how hard it is to find a fitting and chic bra in my size?" I joked.

Lucille fetched two wine glasses from the cabinet and handed me a corkscrew, saying, "You've always been better at this..."

Immediately, the memory resurfaced of when we were camping with a few friends, and although I remembered the wine, I had forgotten the corkscrew, spending half the evening struggling to open the darn bottle and being celebrated as a hero when I finally succeeded. The recollection made us burst into hearty laughter. As we toasted to a lovely evening, we locked eyes, and I immediately wondered again how perfect a person could actually be.

"And Amalia? Have you found the woman of your dreams yet?" she suddenly asked me, as she turned her attention back to the pot on the stove that was already boiling.

Yes, she's right in front of me, I thought silently and then shook my head. "No, I just went through a breakup.. Women are complicated, maybe I'll try with a man, they seem to be simpler." I laughed.

"Oh no, forget about it.." she said, and despite her smile, I heard the seriousness in her voice, which made my heart sink.

"Everything okay between Negan and you, I mean?" I asked.

She took a big sip from her glass and then shrugged slightly before answering, "Oh, honestly, I don't know... He can be really great when he's not spending the whole night playing computer games in the basement or hanging out with his weird friends, if he's even really hanging out with them at all.."

I immediately noticed her voice starting to tremble. I grabbed my glass and stood next to her at the stove. My arm wrapped around her waist and I held her tightly against me, "What do you mean? Do you think he might have someone else?"

The blonde woman rested her head against my shoulder. "Oh, I don't know... he's always not there and always has some strange excuses, I've caught him lying so many times, but whenever I try to confront him, he just disappears again and eventually reappears with a sweet declaration of love... Oh, fuck..." she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her forearms. ".. I wanted to have a nice evening for us and not burden you with my problems."

"Don't think that..." I said, stroking her hair lightly, "...are you alone again today because of that? Did he just run off again?" I asked her.

My words apparently hit the mark, because now she couldn't hold back her tears anymore. They flowed from her beautiful green eyes, and she immediately hid behind her hands. Without thinking, I pulled her tightly into my arms and held her, then whispered in her ear. "Shh... it's okay, I'm here now and we're still going to have a nice evening... But you don't have to hide your emotions from me, understood? You can tell me everything..."

I felt her nod slightly and her tears dampened my shoulder. Then, as we stood together at the stove cooking, she told me some things about her marriage that only confirmed my dislike for Negan, but I didn't comment negatively, I just listened because I felt that's exactly what she needed.

As we changed the topic to match the food, we opened our second bottle of wine. We reminisced and almost forgot to eat, but the alcohol flowed even faster. My stomach was starting to ache from all the laughter, and my cheeks were glowing. As we cleared the table, all the cutlery even fell to the floor because we were giggling so much. It only took one keyword and we were doubled over with laughter again. Oh God, how I had missed this. How I had missed her! It was like a journey back in time. Like we were 17 again.

After we had calmed down a bit, I was just about to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when Lucille opened the fridge and held up a bottle of champagne.

"And now this?" she asked, beaming with joy.

"Oh God, champagne on red wine, I don't think that would be a good idea..." I remarked. But Lucille had already opened the bottle and let the cork pop, which made us burst into laughter again.

"Oh, forget it, we're not thinking about tomorrow today..." she said decisively and took a big swig straight from the bottle, a few drops that had overflowed spilling down her chin. Damn, she was incredibly sexy.

"Let's go out to the porch swing and look at the stars, just like back then..." she said determinedly. I nodded in agreement and thought about how I used to never look at the sky back then, but it was always the perfect opportunity for me to secretly stare at Lucille and examine every little detail of her beautiful face.

It was pitch dark outside, only a few small lamps showed us the way to the cozy spot in her garden. The swing wasn't big, but it was comfortable. So we sat close together and gently swayed back and forth. Despite the darkness, I could see Lucille's gaze, the one she had when she was a little drunk. It hadn't changed a bit and made me grin slightly.

"Can I ask you something?" she broke our short silence.

"Of course, anything..." I said decisively, taking another sip from the bottle.

"Have you ever been with a man?" Her gaze went directly to my eyes, and she looked at me expectantly.

"Twice!" I quickly replied, already grinning, " ... and one of them was Philip Blake!" Her eyes widened even more. "No way, you're kidding me... you were with Philip Blake?!?"

I nodded, laughing. "Yes, it was a one-time thing, I think he's the reason I turned lesbian..." I joked, then I tried to compose myself. "No, seriously... I wanted to try it out and..."

"And how was it.." Lucille interjected.

I shrugged. "Well, apparently it didn't convince me... Counter-question, have you ever been with a woman?" I had barely finished the question when my heart started pounding wildly in my chest.

Lucille shook her head slightly and moved a little closer to me. Or was I just imagining it?

"Not even a kiss?" I asked curiously. I noticed her gaze drifting to my lips, and now I was sure I wasn't imagining it. Her head came closer to mine. Just before our lips met, she paused and whispered, "But there's a first time for everything..." I felt her warm breath on my face before her lips gently landed on mine. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening. But then I responded to her touch.

How many times had I imagined this? But in reality, it felt a thousand times more beautiful. A wave of heat flooded my body as our mouths slowly opened. Her tongue lightly caressed mine and slowly explored. I had never felt something so tender and passionate before. The world stood still, at least for me in that moment. Her hands gripped my face and pulled me even closer, making the kiss more intense. I had never enjoyed anything so much as I did at that moment. The feeling of happiness, mixed with alcohol, made me feel like I was floating. Suddenly, Lucille pulled away from me and stood up. I looked at her in shock and stammered, after regaining my composure, "Sorry... I didn't mean to... I mean that...".

But she winked at me and reached out her hand. "I just thought we go inside and I show you my bedroom."

In a trance, I reached for her hand and followed her inside. Her delicate hand felt so good in mine. But then I stopped, halting her as well. "Lucille, you have no idea how much I want this, but I don't want you to do something you might regret tomorrow."

Determined, she pressed another kiss on my lips and then said, "...today, we're not thinking about tomorrow, okay?" I nodded and followed her excitedly up the stairs.

Then we stood facing each other in front of the bed, and Lucille looked at me somewhat nervously. "And now, I mean, what do we do now?" Her uncertainty was adorable and made me grin.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked again, hoping with every fiber of my being that she wouldn't back out now. So relieved when she immediately replied, "More than sure!"

I took a step towards her to close the gap between us and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Okay, let me take the lead. Just tell me if you like something, or if you don't, promise?"

"Okay," she confirmed softly before our mouths met again. Then my kisses slowly traveled down her chin, to her neck, and I breathed in her distinctive scent. My fingers slid down the thin straps of her dress and let it fall slowly to the ground. Now Lucille stood before me in just black panties. My hands slowly moved down her back, landing on her petite bottom.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, placing small kisses on her décolleté. I noticed how her heart was pounding as strongly as mine, and how her nipples were hardening, even though I hadn't touched them yet. Slowly, my tongue glided to the right one, lightly teasing it, eliciting a soft moan from Lucille and causing my lower abdomen to tighten.

"Please... lie down on the bed," I urged her. But her hands moved to the zipper of my dress. "In a moment, but undress yourself first, I want to feel your skin against mine."

With those words, I felt her undo my closure and strip off my dress. Then she immediately began to unfasten my bra. As we both stood almost completely naked before each other, her eyes wandered to my breasts. "Wow, you're perfect. I never thought it would turn me on so much... Can I touch them?"

I grinned at her caution. "Of course, you can touch me anywhere..." I clasped her wrists and placed her hands on my chest. Her initially hesitant touches quickly became more demanding. Pressing her, we kissed as I slowly pushed her onto the bed.

Now she lay before me at last. The woman I had dreamed of so often. With determination, I grabbed her panties and slid them off, as she lifted her hips to make it easier for me. After I had removed them and carelessly tossed them aside, I grasped her knees and firmly parted her legs, which she willingly allowed.

Her perfect pussy glistened with excitement. Lucille was so beautiful and incredibly hot at the same time.

I grinned at her, "So you like it, I see..." Then I took her hand and guided it to her center. "Do you feel how wet you are?" Her fingers slowly traced through her folds.

"Are you too?" she asked. Determinedly, I also removed my panties and then placed the hand that had just touched her most intimate parts on my groin.

"Tell me!" Her slender fingers ran through my center, lightly touching my clit and making me shudder.

"Yes! You feel so good..." she said, now a bit more confident.

I took her hand and kissed her fingers, soaked with our arousal.

"Lie back down, let me taste you..." I commanded, and the beautiful woman immediately lay back on the bed, never taking her eyes off me.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. My kisses roamed around her belly button, and I saw the hairs on her body standing up. Then I continued with my lips further down. I took my time caressing the delicate skin and noticed how Lucille spread her legs wider and pushed her pelvis towards me. As my mouth explored her mound, I heard her soft moans growing louder. Then I licked flatly over her labia, enjoying the taste of her wetness, before I started to caress her swollen clit with my tongue. I felt her shudder under my touch, and as she moaned my name, my pussy clenched in excitement.

Suddenly, we heard a soft clearing of the throat, which immediately startled us. I quickly turned towards the door, where the sound had come from, and saw Negan leaning in the doorway. Fuck! We hadn't heard him coming. Horrified, I grabbed a pillow to cover my naked body and looked desperately at Lucille. She stared at Negan as if frozen. "Listen, let me explain," she stammered.

"Amalia fucking Johnson! The girl every guy wanted to hook up with in high school, but who never let any guy get close, is fucking behind my back my wife!" he said amused, running a hand over his forehead. Negan had aged, which didn't make him any less attractive, no, quite the opposite. His hair was gelled back, now noticeably gray. He had a neat short beard. His dark green eyes quickly moved between the two of us.

"Negan, it's not what you might think..." I tried to save the situation somehow, even though it was beyond saving.

He pushed off the door frame and came a few steps towards us. In the process, he casually took off his black leather jacket and threw it onto a chair. Now he was only wearing a white shirt and dark jeans.

"So I think you were just in the middle of licking my wife's pussy, and Lucille sounded like she was about to come. And believe me, sweetheart, I know what she sounds like when she's about to. So either you finish what you started, or I have to do it. You decide who the spectator is here..." After finishing the sentence, he casually sat down on the bed. I looked at Lucille in disbelief. She thought for a moment and then said, "Please, Amalia, continue..."

I heard Negan laugh, then he gave Lucille a quick but passionate kiss on her lips. Again, he looked at me, "Come on, you heard her..."

"Is... is this really okay with you?" I asked Lucille hesitantly. She nodded vigorously, "More than that... is it okay with you too?.." I also nodded and meant it with full conviction. Strangely, this situation aroused me incredibly. And quickly, I disappeared between her legs again.

"Ladies, I think this is fucking paradise..." I heard Negan comment as I touched Lucille's most sensitive spots, which I had just explored.

Amidst Lucille's moans, I heard Negan undo his belt. After a short time, I looked up and saw him holding his penis in his hand. It was rock hard and covered with many prominent veins. Admittedly, I haven't seen many aroused cocks live. But Negan's was really quite large. And I don't know if it was him or the whole situation, but it aroused me incredibly.

"Touch him!" I urged Lucille, and I immediately saw Negan smirk.

"Really?" she asked somewhat uncertainly.

I grinned, "He's your damn husband, of course.."

Would you like a second part?

[littlewomenpodcast]

Little Women Inspirations: Friedrich Schiller (With Hejar Sinem) Part 4

Niina: What you said about Schiller made me wonder if Schiller was the one who Friedrich was named after in Little Women, or maybe it was Friedrich De La Motte Foque? I have a feeling it might have been Schiller.

Sinem: Yeah, me too. Yes, that's of course my own theory, but like I said, I also think that besides Goethe, I think Schiller also may have had an impact on Louisa, because in The Robbers, I think it's called, in Schiller's first novel, there's a female character called Amalia, I don't know how to pronounce her name in English, but she is very sweet, very generous. She is like Beth, she is very kind and giving and generous, and she only wants the best for everyone. So I found some parallels between Schiller's work and Louisa's work.

Niina: That's really interesting. What was the name of that book?

Sinem: It was called The Robbers. It's his first novel, he wrote that one when he was 17.Suppose he was not allowed to write at that time, I forgot why he wasn't allowed, and I think it's funny that he made a story that is close to Louisa May Alcott’s Blood and Thunder stories, and the main character Karl is very much an archetype of the movement that was around in Germany at that time.

Niina: I was just saying that in Rose In Bloom, Mac reads Goethe, but I realized he doesn't read Goethe, he actually reads Henry David Thoreau. In Little Women, there's a moment in part one where John translates a poem from Schiller to Meg.

Sinem: Yes, that is very cute, and it's also very funny, because John also knows German, and it's also funny if you think about it, it's like the whole March family is very interested in German culture. I think Meg was also very eager to hear the translation a bit, and John was also like, Yeah, I'll help you translate it, or I can teach you with German, I think he said that, I'm not sure, but I think he said that, and it was also very sweet.

Niina: Yes, I have forgotten about that, I love it. It kind of goes along with my theory that Louisa May Alcott planned Jo's marriage years before she wrote Little Women, because it does feel like a natural thing to do, to introduce a German character to this family that is really obsessed about everything that comes from Germany.

Sinem: I have to say, the first thing that comes to my mind when I see people saying Louisa was forced to marry Jo off is, well, but what if she was forced? Why in the world would Louisa May Alcott write so many things about Jo’s and the March family’s love for Germany?

Niina: I think we can all agree that this really comes from that the quote that she wrote in her journal was about reuniting with her loved one in the afterlife, so Little Women is a wish fulfillment.

Sinem: Yes, that's true, when people read it, I think it's also kind of racist of them to state that he was shoveled into the novel, because, I mean, they know Friedrich is German, and it almost always feels like they dislike him, especially because he is German, even people today are like, meh, she should have stayed single or with Laurie, which, to be honest, I can't stand either. I could never stand the thought that Jo might have ended with Laurie or alone, especially after reading the chapters All Alone and Surprises, because in these two chapters, you can see how lonely Jo is, and then there are people who say she only married Friedrich because Friedrich was invented, because Louisa May Alcott was forced to marry him.

Niina: I think you are correct about the racism, because I have read so many Louisa May Alcott studies that are like, Jo should have married Laurie or Jo should have been alone. There usually is a racist undertone when they start to speak about Friedrich's character, and then they do not include these parts in Little Women, where Jo clearly loves everything that comes from Germany, or Louisa May Alcott’s adoration to Germany. In Rose in Bloom there is a Chinese character, and he marries an American girl.

Sinem: She made him marry an American because it shows how inclusive she is and while I know that many people are like, well, yes, but Louisa May Alcott had something against the Irish, while I can read a bit of it in their novels, we don't know what happened to her.

Niina: I think it was a common at the time to mock the Irish people, unfortunately. I spoke with someone who was working in the Orchard House, and they said that it was really more about the effect of the time period. I don't know. Yeah, Irish people don't really get a good reputation in Little Women, because when Amy's limes are thrown into the snow, they are the Irish girls who are picking on her.

Sinem: We don't know. But it's also kind of funny, because Hannah herself is Irish, and Hannah is portrayed in a good light, though. I agree with you. I think it is more like the effect of the time, because, I mean, if Louisa May Alcott included Chinese and Asian characters in one of her novels, had this person marry an American, and it was portrayed as a good thing, then why should she be completely against the Irish? Since Hannah was portrayed in such a good light.

Niina: I think it's the same with the Italians, because on one hand, we have Louisa May Alcott, who shows what she considered good qualities of Italians, and maybe the less good qualities, but there was lots of hate against Italians at the time period. So it's quite remarkable that Laurie is half Italian in the book, and Germans were also really disliked during this time period in America, in certain circles.

Sinem: I also think it's very important, the way Mr. Lawrence is actually portrayed. He's a very kind and giving and lovable person, but he has a flaw, in part one, we learn that his son married an Italian and he was against it. Mrs. March states that he never could like the lady, even though she was very kind and loving, and overall a very nice person, and Mr. Lawrence couldn't like her, even though she was very kind to him and all that stuff, simply because he represented, the culture or the society around that time.

Niina: If Mr. Lawrence was raised in an environment where there is lots of pre-consumption against Italians, then he would be part of that kind of generation that sort of automatically sees them as lower than he. It sucks, but that's the way a lot of people are, even still today.

Sinem: Yes, sadly, but I also have tosay, I really love how Louisa May Alcott made the interracial marriages in Little Women work so well. Whenever I read those passages between the couples, except for Meg and John, they are both American, they are still a lovely couple, though, but whenever I read them, I love the way Louisa May Alcott writes these couples, Amy and Laurie, and Jo and Friedrich, because it really gets lost in all of the adaptations. I think the only couple which gets marriage time, is the one between John and Meg, only because Meg is the first one to marry, I assume, but then, the movie-makers all like everything is about Jo and Laurie, and it doesn't feel right,

Niina: Because that's not the way things happen in the novels, and because Laurie is partially based on Laddie Wisniewski, and the more I have read about Louisa May Alcott’s relationship with Laddie Wisniewski, it more and more feels like a mother and son relationship.

Sinem: Little Women would not have been the masterpiece, as I call it, if Jo had ended up with Laurie, because first of all, Louisa May Alcott based all the characters around someone she loved, who she cared about, and it would not have been right for her to marry Jo and Laurie, because Laddie is one of the inspirations for Laurie, and she did not end up with Laddie and I don't think it will work, because I know it's only semi-autobiographical, but it would not have felt right, because in the proposal scene, which I rather call the harassing scene, in that one you see in the novel, of course, only, because why would the movie-makers do such a wonderful thing, they very much don't show that in the movies, Jo really, talks to Laurie, as if he was her child. She's like, you will meet an accomplished woman, you sensible good boy, and all that stuff.

That is really there, and the movie-makers just don't use it. Okay, the movie-makers, for me, are more likely to be after the money, because Little Women is such a beloved tale, but that's another thing.

Niina: I agree, and we will get into this chapter soon. Throughout this chapter, Jo refers to Laurie and Amy as children.

Sinem: Yes, that is also very cute and funny, and it also shows that Joehas always been much more mature than Laurie. I can't say whether she was more mature than Amy, after Amy grew up, but I think it shows that, while Jo is a free spirit and independent and, I will not say egoistic, but sometimes, she says, I only want to do things for myself. She cares very much about herself, and she also respects herself very much, and I love that she calls them children, because, first of all, it's cute, second of all, it shows that she is very much mature.

Niina: I think in part one of Little Women, Jo is more egoistic, but so is Amy, and so are Meg and Laurie, because they are teens, and when you are a teenager, your life pretty much centers around yourself.

Sinem: Yes, that's true. I also have to say, I really love how Jo evolves in the end, because many people are like, she was such a feminist in the first book, and then in Good Wives, or part two, as I call it, they are like she is so anti-feminist, and she's very man-loving, that's not the Jo we love blah blah blah, and then I'm like, I think the toxic masculinity of Jo shows even in chapter three, when she goes to Laurie, when he's sick, and she's like, why don't you invite somebody so you have company, he says, well, I don't know, the boys are too loud, etc., and then she's like, well, then why don't you call a girl, because girls are quiet and they like to play nurse.

Niina: I see what you mean.

Sinem: I get why people would fall for the idea that Jo is a feminist in the first part, but that is not the case, she loves men very much, she idealizes them, and she thinks it's a shame to be a woman, and that is the complete opposite of what feminism is about. I think it's very important that we study it, and later parts, when, for example, Laurie, her sister, and all of Beth’s deatH and twins birth, Jo grows to be a feminist, because she accepts that having feminine empathy, feminine kind of interests, isn't a bad thing, it's more a bad thing to be everything female is bad, and everything male is wonderful.

For Beth fans @fandomsarefamily1966

@princesssarisa

[du-buk]

8:11 Q&A Part 4

Thank you all for the questions once again! 💙💙💙🦭

General asks;

Hmmm...... I’ve dabbled in the arts of some trans headcanons(Vittorino, for one lol), but, I’ve never made anything official. My only transgender-canon character is for another project, who fans might know him as Ambrosio, but his name will be changed in the future. That being said....... do whatever you please, anons 👍✨ If you want to draw and/or write the entire cast as trans, then, just have fun and share your theories! I’m sure many others would enjoy those things, so, who is to stop you?

No worries anon, thank you for asking! All is okay, as long as these things are made with positive intentions 👍✨ If anyone does make bigotry things of 8:11, the best we can do is just ignore it and move on.

I am 100% okay with that! Just have fun, and be creative 👍✨ I don’t know much about these things but it seems nice.

Hmmm......

Ever since the rumors, disappearances, and strange supernatural occurrences, religion in Rosso is on unsteady grounds. The bastardization of Catholicism and Christianity in 8:11 might have some shared holidays, and a few made up ones, so Christmas might be a thing. Is it celebrated by the people in Rosso? Highly doubt it. Plus, I’m sure there are other holidays being celebrated by some characters...

Ryker and Leon might have celebrated something similar to it in France, but, couldn’t afford presents for each other:( If Christmas WAS celebrated in Rosso, it would be a holiday surrounding gift-giving and cherishing family and loved ones, etc etc. But with much less snow (but lots of icy cold winds and rain), warm cookies made by Accardi, Vittorino getting more scarves from Amalia, and everyone most likely spent the holiday at Gabriel’s house. Everyone falls asleep accidentally in one big pile, under some warm blankets, and by the fire place:)

Thank you for playing!  I’m glad you enjoyed the game. I hope part 2 intrigues you!

Are you referring to this video?

This is not an alternate ending! This was just something random I made for the release of the game. There’s only one ending for the first game, as, the second game takes place right after the first game.

Ryker;

Ohh..... Honey flower is very cute....... I think Accardi would love giving nicknames to his partners, and does it naturally out of habit.

Ryker is caught off guard by it, at first, but warms up to it. Eventually Ryker will call Accardi nicknames, and Accardi would love it all so much......

Secretly though, Ryker will never tell Accardi that the best they could come up with was just calling Accardi random French items/flowers/etc.

No worries! I pronounce it differently from time to time, but, I think the French pronunciation would be “more fitting”?

To be fair, I think Ryker would state their name to the people in Rosso, but, everyone might pronounce it incorrectly. (And it makes them upset hahha)

I believe it was this, but, I might be wrong anon!

Leon;

Is this a creative work around to get spoilers? Cleaver idea anon, but, you’re not fooling me.

No worries anon! Thanks for enjoying the game!

We do not know exactly why Dante killed Leon. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding this; why Dante killed Leon, and who exactly Dante (and Leon?) are. Any tie-ins with Francis are unclear too.

Dante hmmmmm...... I don’t know if he would care about sweets in general. But if he HAD to eat one........he would prefer dark.

Accardi+Vittorino+Juliek+Susan;

Errrrmmmmm maybe. Or maybe he will trip and fall down a flight of stairs and never be seen again. Who knows! :)

Hmmm.... Good luck anon! Accardi and Juliek have never met the Francis we know of. Technically. Accardi might have an idea, but, Juliek most likely has forgotten who that was since he wasn’t so connected to the Basilica.

Hmm........ever wonder how Ryker hasn’t had the chance yet to ask Juliek if he knows anyone by the name Francis or Dante yet? Strange, isn’t it?

1. Uhmmm....... Well. I usually don’t feel inspired to draw hair, so, if you had an idea for his entire outfit then I might hahahah. Or money. Commissions are always open. 😏

2. Uhmmm........ Who knows! Sorry. Maybe naming conventions are different in this universe. Kinda funny. But I’ll never tell.

Possibly, for streamers. But also, the sex scene will be so surreal and not show that much penis and what not. But my stories are also unapologetically LGBT, and that includes unapologetically having gay sex. ✌️

Others;

Those two guys? Those two little fellas? Hmmmmmm perhaps. :) Maybe, maybe not. If they want to return they will find a way.

Hmmm.....I have thought of changing Wankou’s tattoos actually!

I think Dakota just likes traditional tattoos, and will place whatever he thinks is “cool” on him. Every tattoo gets meaning for him,whether because Wankou did it for him, or, the inspiration behind the tattoo reminds him of his family/a happy memory. The millipede and scorpion were most likely chosen because they were “just cool”, nothing more to it, hahahah.

I would like to change Wankou’s tattoos to something below, or a more “black out” look.

[itlivesproject]

In an AU where the Power didn't exist, how do you think the LI's would meet and fall in love with Rowan?

aww this is actually so sweet 🥹

Amalia: Well, I think this is pretty obvious, since you were already best friends. She would just have regular best friends to lovers romance with MC, without any awkwardness of body-snatching and identity crises.

Jocelyn: Jocelyn and Rowan meet at the community college, and Joss is a bit of a mean girl at first. You see her at parties and around the town, and you intrigue each other. Maybe she has a lot of power and influence at the school as the popular jock girl, and you’re interesting to her because you challenge her; you don’t fall into line, you’re not scared of her. There’s a little bit of rivals there but it quickly just falls to lovers.

Lincoln: Coffee shop AU, anyone? I’m imagining you continuing to see him at the coffee shop every morning after you literally run into him the first time, and he’s always grumpy. You make eye contact a lot, and finally one day, you decide to approach him and sit with him at his little table, and it just goes from there 🥰

Abel: I hate to say it, but you’d probably meet him through the community college. MC doesn’t have to be his student, but you would definitely see him around campus. Maybe you don’t realize he’s a professor, and get eyes for him thinking he’s a student. You flirt a little, only to be mortified when you realize he is in fact, a professor 😂 if you don’t want to have that dynamic you could always do something like Abel is your tutor? Or maybe you meet one of his siblings in school, become their friend, and meet their hot older brother when you visit their house 👀 many possibilities

Matthias: I feel like putting them in a different, Power-less scenario takes away from most of the appeal of the romance haha. But I suppose you could do Lincoln and mc are friends, and mc falls for their good friend’s dad.

[chaotic-history]

History questions 1, 6, and 9 👀

Thanks for the ask!!

I'm sure no one will be surprised to hear that it's Voltaire lol. Love that weird little guy

6- Military unit?

If we're talking type of unit, cavalry. If we're talking more specifically, is the Band of Thebes too basic of answer? I know basically nothing about military history lol.

9- Favourite historical film?

I'm torn between 1776 and Mein Name Ist Bach. 1776 is *better* imo, but... Mein Name Ist Bach deserves to be a cult classic. That movie fucked me up because ough Fritz saying he felt trapped and isolated by his father and then Amalia saying Fritz was taking away everyone she loved from her... And then the weird gay-adjacent scene with Fritz and Bach's son in the stables? Maupertuis' fluorescent dog poo? The whole thing ending with V looking like THAT while it's pouring rain on the shitty Prussian roads and the parallel between him and Bach?? We need more history movies that are just an hour and a half of mental illness dialed to 100; I want to see this same movie about like Caesar or Alexander or someone, screw the military stuff, I want sad wet mental illness, artsy gay drama, and interpersonal problems.

Two vaguely relevant Voltaire quotes, aka I just really like them especially the second one:

"A canal that connects two seas, a picture by Poussin, a beautiful tragedy, a discovered truth, are things a thousand times more precious than all the annals of the court, all the narratives of war. You know that with me great men rank first, 'heroes' last. I call great men all those who have excelled in the useful and agreeable. The ravagers of provinces are mere heroes" - Letter to Thieriot, 15 July 1735

"Great king, I love heroes very much when their mind gives them over to sweet pastimes, to kind words; for then they are at rest and they don't harm anyone. I love Caesar, that brilliant man Caesar, whose fortunate hand, destined to win all the laurels, makes Rome great and ordains for it another sky and another year. I love Caesar in the arms of the mistress who yields to him. I laugh and am not perturbed to see him, young and attractive, above and under Nicomedes. I admire him more than Cato, for he is tender and magnanimous, eloquent like Cicero, and sometimes cheerful, sometimes sublime, like a king whose name I will not say. But I lose a little of my esteem for him when he crosses the Rubicon, and I cry when this great man, good poet and good orator, having fought so hard for Rome, fights Rome to the point of its misfortune." - Letter to Frederick, June 1743 (originally was a poem but I hate translating poems)

[agena87]

My game reaaaaally hates me (and looooves babies). 'cause despite Jacques having got a vasectomy AND Lory having an IUD, she still managed to get pregnant somehow (and yes, that's Jacques' baby, she's no cheater).

I don't care, this pregnancy stays paused for a loooong time (or how long it takes for Jacques to die - and yes, this kid will be born after their father's death 'cause I said so).

Willa better not get preggo too (when she's not supposed to be able to anymore) or I'm gonna riot! (riot = pause the pregnancy forever, or at least until like a week before she becomes an elder, since elders can't get pregnant in my game*, just so she has time to give birth before ageing up, but not enough to get knocked up again).

I love the little ones, but come on! Enough is enough!

*hopefully

--

On another note, how/why did Theo (Lory & Jacques' elder; who is still a teen, btw) manage to get engaged without my say-so, when it shouldn't be possible with my settings?! (at least, he's with a guy, so no babies coming from nowhere with those two).

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Also, WHY are my kids changing their hair colour randomly, but then I go in CAS to change it back, and when I go back in live mode, the wrong colour is still there? (aka Pablo seems to really want black hair instead of his beautiful red, and Amalia can't decide between black, red and cheese) (at least, Amie obeys me when I put her black hair back, unlike my sweet Pablo who's starting to seem way less sweet with his shenanigans - and yes, I know that's not his fault, poor dear, just another stupid bug; but still... raaaaah!)

[luna-is-lost]

Dear Sir,

I love you so much, my sweet. I hope you’re having a wonderful day! I just wanted to let you know that I’m thinking of you, love…

Who’s this amalia-uwu….? How does she know what my soul look[ed]s like….?

-R.D.

(I wonder what trait Sir has…)

[reshramlove1ob]

Amalia and Devon

Before Death

-They lived in small villages, opposite each other. Amalia went into the village and met Devon, and they fell in love from the then on out.

-They had a daughter named Lina.

-Suddenly, a war broke out. Devon was drafted. In the war, he became a general and killed millions. He hated to admit it, but he loves the thrill of the kill.

-Amalia dreamed of the day she’d see Devon again. But that day never came, for enemy troops came and killed many people in their village, including Amalia and Lina.

-When Devon heard the tragic news, he fell deeply ill and commuted suicide.

After Death

-Amalia and Lina became angels. Amalia patiently waited to see Devon come into Heaven and into her arms, but that day never happened when he died and became a demon in Hell. She was devastated and disappointed in Devon.

-Amalia’s powers are that of read minds. She got this power as a wish to be able to understand the people around her.

-Amalia is kind and very sweet, but doesn’t take any crap. She’s very strong, becoming close to the King of Heaven, William.

-She was one of the three to go into Hell to save William when Arthur captured him.

-When Devon woke up as a demon, he was at first indifferent. When he found out he couldn’t see Amalia or Lina, he was absolutely devastated. He was depressed and anxious for a long time until he met Selena, who offered a solution: become so good and kind, he can become an angel. His path is now that of an angel in demon’s clothes.

-Devon is a quiet and weird creature. He can hardly talk to anyone, since demons scoff at him for being kind. He’s especially into the YA books in the Library, and is especially embarrassed about it.

-Devon’s power is telekinesis. He doesn’t usually use it, since it’s hard for him to pick up things with it. He mainly uses it to snatch food and water. He also has a talking tail, just to add onto his torment. His tail is nameless, and it can talk a lot and is super rude. When he does a kind act, his tail becomes a little quieter and just a tad nicer.

-When Mynté was captured and taken to Hell by Godfrey, he escaped and met Devon. At first, Devon hoped Mynté could help him get to Heaven, but over time, he found that he just wanted Mynté to be his friend.

-Amalia and Devon met again when Devon found the golden eye. They were both shocked and could hardly believe they were finally seeing each other. Their reunion was cut short when Selena got the golden eye and went on a rampage.

[exhaslo]

Sneak Peak

"Miguel?" Amalia called out as she entered his office with an Empanada.

        Miguel was leaning over his desk, trying to stay awake. It had been another long day for him. Hearing his name, Miguel closed his eyes at her sweet voice. He was trying so hard to hold himself back. Miguel was having a hard time working with Amalia because all he wanted to do was keep her safe. She was reckless sometimes. It drove him crazy. Sometimes he felt like he pushed her away too far and had to reel her back in. Approaching Amalia, Miguel reached for the container. He wanted to cover her again in his bites. 

"Thanks," He replied, his hand engulfing hers for a brief moment.

"You look tired. Why don't you go home and rest?" Her tone almost sounded like begging to Miguel. He placed the Empanada in his mouth, unable to avoid her gaze,

"I can't do that."

Amalia huffed her cheeks out, "Then rest here," She told him.

        Miguel arched a brow as he took a good look around his office. Amalia did an obvious fake laugh as he did so. Sometimes he could be a smartass. Amalia grabbed his hand, enjoying the smug look he gave her. She sat him down at the edge of his platform and took the seat beside him. She patted her shoulder, offering it for him.

"Here you go, rest right on dear ol' Spidey's shoulder." Miguel finished his meal,

"I feel very uncomfortable now from the amount of times I've heard that." He muttered. Amalia watched him lick his fangs,

"C'mon, a cute girl is offering to help. Take the offer," Unable to look away, Amalia recalled feeling those fangs against her skin, "Just for an hour at least."

"Fine, as long as you promise to stop making food after me."

"Awe shucks, you found out?"

        Miguel chuckled as he planted his head against her shoulder. It was only for an hour. There was no harm in this. It was quiet. All Miguel could hear was their breathing. Amalia was right next to him. She was so calm for doing this. Did she really not know how good she smelled to him right now? Her warmth was so comforting. Miguel wanted more. 

Link to full Story: https://www.quotev.com/story/15830311/T%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-L%E1%B4%80s%E1%B4%9B-H%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-Miguel-OHara-Love-Story/1

[celestianstars]

hi hi amalia, just wanted to drop by with a virtual hug and say that I hope your summer is going well!! 💖 thinking about you!

Aww hi my dear friend! This is so sweet, your virtual hugs and kind messages are always cherished so this made me smile to see! 🥺☺️🫶🏾

My summer has been pretty good, there’s been a lot of exciting moments and good times spent with people I love and despite how uncomfortably hot and humid it gets where I live, I’ve been able to make some special summer memories and enjoy the sunshine! Hope your summer has been treating you well also, loveee you to bits!!! 🥰💕

[citrus-moonlight]

Hello friend! Thinking of you! Just wanted to tell you there’s been nights where I’ve curled up in my blankets and read your fics after a long or hard day and your ability to take me elsewhere and be such a comforting and sweet presence makes me jump for joy that you are here! 💓✨ sending you a big heap of love and also so proud of you in your writing/editing progress! You are amazing and I am such a fan and happy to call you a friend! 💓✨

Thank you Amalia, I cannot tell you how much this means to me! Your comments and encouragement are always so sweet, and it always makes me look forward to sharing more with you! I am so close to publishing the next chapter and I'm getting excited, and your words are helping me get to that finish line! 💖

[pollymorgan]

Negan, Lucille and Amalia Part 2

And because I had so much fun, here's part 2 right away. No plot, just porn. 😉

Warning: only smut, threesome, Negan is still Negan.

I saw out of the corner of my eye how Lucille's hand moved towards Negan's crotch as I disappeared between her legs again.

"Bring her to orgasm, Amalia! I can see how much she needs it. Isn't that right, my sweet?". Negan's words spurred me on even more to pleasure her clit with steady tongue strokes, while using my index and middle finger to glide through her moist labia before slowly penetrating her. Lucille felt even better than I had imagined in my fantasies. Her warm vagina tightened around my fingers. With my other arm wrapped around her thigh, which was trembling slightly.

"Fuck, you're sexy, baby..." I heard Negan whisper to Lucille as I felt an orgasm wash over her. I hadn't believed she would be so loud, but she let go completely and her whole body vibrated beneath me. I enjoyed every second of this wonderful moment to the fullest.

Gently, I removed my fingers from her and placed small kisses on her lower abdomen as her breathing slowly calmed down. Then I looked up, directly into her beautiful face, which smiled at me contentedly. Small beads of sweat had formed on her nose and some strands of hair hung in her face. I returned her smile happily until Negan interrupted our moment.

"So, let's show our little guest how well you can suck my cock, my dear...".

I winked at her approvingly before sitting up so she could turn to Negan. She gripped his hard penis with her delicate fingers, which looked even smaller. Then she gave Negan a quick kiss on his mouth before bending down and slowly running her lips up his shaft, tracing every vein with her tongue. I swallowed hard and was mesmerized by this sight, briefly shifting my gaze to Negan's face. He looked at me closely, and as I noticed this, a slight but pleasant shiver ran through me.

Lucille sucked the precum that had formed on his tip, and Negan gestured for me to move closer to them with his hand. Then he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me roughly towards him. I leaned forward slightly to regain my balance, using Negan's thigh for support.

I looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled smugly. "Come on, open your pretty mouth..." he urged me. Now I understood, he wanted to take control and assert his dominance, but I had no objections. On the contrary. I quite enjoyed him taking on that role. So I opened my mouth without hesitation and stuck out my tongue. Clearly surprised by my willingness, he tilted his head slightly and licked his lower lip, then said, "Such a good girl!" to me. Satisfied, he brushed a few of Lucille's curls over her shoulder. "Go on, my darling, give her some too, don't be so stingy...".

The beautiful blonde woman let his penis pop out of her mouth with a loud 'plop' and then looked at me somewhat uncertainly. I dispelled any doubt by nodding slightly. Then she sat up on her knees, making her taller than me, and let a thick mixture of her saliva and Negan's pre-cum slowly flow into my mouth. The taste was unfamiliar but incredibly arousing. As soon as I had swallowed it all, Lucille's soft lips landed on mine.

"Damn, I don't know how I got into this situation so quickly, but I'm loving it!" I whispered into her open mouth before our tongues touched again.

"Me too..." she replied with a smile.

I noticed Negan, who had his legs between our naked bodies, taking off his shirt. Slowly, I disentangled myself from Lucille and looked back and forth between the two of them. His slender chest was hairy and adorned with some tattoos. I could clearly see his chest rising and falling excitedly. It reassured me that he apparently wasn't handling the situation as coolly as he seemed, and was just as excited as I and his wife.

I automatically bit my lower lip and then resolutely said to Lucille, "Let me see him fuck you...".

"Holy shit, this is getting better and better..." Negan commented enthusiastically and immediately began to take off his already open jeans, along with his boxers.

Now he authoritatively grabbed her slender hips and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap. With her back to Negan, she slowly slid down onto his hard cock, never breaking eye contact with me. Only occasionally did she briefly close her eyes and moan softly as he apparently hit particularly sensitive spots inside her. I almost forgot to breathe at this sight. As he was all the way in, she began to circle her hips and reached out her hand to pull me closer to her. Now I was kneeling over Negan, and my inner thighs inevitably brushed against his as my upper body pressed firmly against Lucille's. She moved gently up and down, her firm breasts brushing against mine. Then I felt her hand tentatively touch my lower abdomen and venture deeper. I quickly spread my legs wider, and her slender fingers slid through my moist labia, then began to massage my clit with light circular motions. Negan looked at me and planted tender kisses on Lucille's shoulder blade. Then Lucille glanced back at him briefly and immediately back at me. Her eyes sparkled as she saw us locking eyes.

"Could... could you two kiss?" she asked nervously.

"Are you sure, baby?" Negan asked, looking at her profile skeptically, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Do you really want me to kiss her while my cock is deep inside your sweet pussy?"

My heart pounded hard against my chest, partly because of Lucille's skilled fingers arousing me to the brink of orgasm, and partly out of excitement for what was about to happen. I waited eagerly for her response. Her moans grew louder again as Negan seemed to hit just the right spot inside her. Then she nodded eagerly. As soon as her confirming "Okay" came, Negan's and my mouths met, directly over Lucille's shoulder. His lips were rougher and coarser than I was used to, but it didn't bother me at all.

He gently nibbled on my lower lip, and his beard scratched my chin. Inevitably, I imagined how it would feel on other parts of my body. When we parted, I immediately kissed Lucille again. It was an incredible contrast to before, but that made it even more intense. While we were kissing, I felt Negan reaching between us and removing Lucille's fingers, moistened with my arousal.

"Your pretty girlfriend tastes heavenly. Do you want to lick her, darling?" he whispered in Lucille's ear, loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes!" she whispered, smiling at me. I quickly changed my position and lay down in the middle of the bed.

Lucille climbed down from him to kneel between my bent legs. Negan positioned himself directly behind her.

"Go on, spread your legs for my wife..." he urged me. Without hesitation, I did so and enjoyed the way they looked at me. Their eyes roamed over my body until Lucille slowly bent her head towards me. An incredible wave of emotions washed over me as her gentle lips finally touched my most intimate areas. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of bare skin slapping. Negan had probably given Lucille a good slap on the butt. Her lips pressed even harder against my vagina, and I felt her hot breath as she moaned loudly.

"Get that ass up, my sweet!" he commanded, and Lucille's fingers dug into my thighs as he penetrated her again. The unmistakable sound of rough sex and Lucille's quiet moans filled the room as she pleasured my clit with her tongue. It didn't take long for an incredible orgasm to make my body tremble. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Negan thrust into her a few more times. His facial expression and his loud breathing told me that he was also reaching his peak.

Lucille collapsed exhausted next to me on the bed, and Negan settled in beside her. It took my brain a few minutes to realize what had just happened. Then I sat up abruptly.

"I... I should go now..."

Just as I was about to get up from the bed, Lucille grabbed my forearm and held me back. "Please don't go, stay with us..." she said, looking at me seriously.

Surprised by her request, I looked at Negan, but he just shrugged nonchalantly. "I think the bed is big enough for three!"

When I looked back at Lucille, she formed the word "Please" with her lips. So I lay back, somewhat uncertain and tense, next to Lucille. But as she started running her fingers over my bare chest, I immediately relaxed.

"And ladies, how long have you been doing this with each other?" Negan asked curiously.

The green-eyed beauty and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Well, technically, that was our first time just now..." Lucille finally said.

"And now I have to get used to having so little space on my side of the bed in the future?" Negan inquired.

I immediately stopped laughing and looked at Lucille seriously, feeling the excitement rise in me as I waited for her answer. But she just gave me a gentle kiss and said, with a beautiful smile on her lips and sparkling eyes, "I hope so...".