#with some very minor edits to make them pop

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[mossyivy]

NSFW ALPHABET

[DI! Leon S Kennedy Edition]

❗Minors Do Not Interact ❗

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Cuddler, massive cuddler. Honestly I see Leon as enjoying his partner being cuddled up to his chest but as long as you're touching each other he really doesn't mind. He just needs to be grounded after sex because he's not use to intimacy. (Remember y'all, aftercare in important FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED DOM/SUB/SWITCH WHOEVER!!!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Definitely proud of his arms. Man's got two pythons where his forearms are supposed to be. I'd be proud of those bitches too. It also doesn't help how often you tend to cling to them, admire them while cuddling up together or compliment how they look when he flexes.

When Leon's asked the good old "tits or ass?" question older than time itself he smirks and simply says thighs. He loves something plush to nap on when he comes home from work. He always says it'll be a quick 30 minute nap but he's always out for 3 hours when he's laying his head on your lap. They're just such a nice pillow and even nicer wrapped around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually prefers finishing inside. If not then on your stomach. There's just something mesmerizing about watching his cum slowly drip out of you on down your belly that just makes him so horny that he can't get enough of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay... So you send Leon pictures and he saves them. (He'd never share them though) But he secretly has an album in his phone labeled as WORK meticulously organization so that when you open the album it has important looking photos but if you scroll far enough it's just things you've sent him. Nudes, videos, even screenshots of steamy texts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Decently experienced. Enough to get him by but also good at listening to his partner. Takes criticism well in the bedroom. Just wants his partner to have a good time and show that he loves you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On your side or anything he can see your face. He's often tired so slow easy strokes on his side and using his hands is right up his alley. But for when he's feeling more energetic he's definitely up anything he can see your reaction with. He aims to please and the man is a good shot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely 50/50. Leon can crack jokes when his life is at risk I'm sure he'd probably say something goofy to make you laugh or even something stupid like "come here often?" When you're changing positions and his creaky body pops or cracks he'll say some smart ass comment about the bed makes weird sounds again.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely trimmed. Leon doesn't strike me as a massively hairy guy to begin with. But what hair he does have is well kept.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy is his favorite part of it all. Very tender and soft compared to what he is during work. Enjoys the touching the most. He's very touch starved. Cuddle him and he'll melt into a puddle. He LOVES being little spoon.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off often. Uses it as a stress relief thing but doesn't do it as often when he gets a partner. But I do think when he's away on cases and he has downtime at night he tends to call his partner and have phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging, biting, breeding, dirty talk, edging and roleplaying

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere at home. Leon would most likely be super hesitant about doing anything outside of the house and risking criminal record.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His partners touch. Leon just really likes being touched. If you mostly just kiss him and move to his neck (it's sensitive, that's why he rarely wears anything that constricts his neck) you'll get him going in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

No hitting, nothing with feet, no bathroom related stuff, no voyeurism or exhibitionism and no humiliation

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

50/50. But definitely more giving in the oral department. Uses it as a form of foreplay. Enjoys it because he loves hearing your slowly break and cry for him.

Sometimes he's just to exhausted to fuck so those are the times he'll just straight up tell you to sit on his face. He doesn't care if you're bigger, he knows you're not gonna hurt him. If you try hovering her will definitely wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you down on him. The man is skilled with his mouth and hands. So be prepared for the time of your life.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely slow sensual type of guy. He likes making every moment last. But there's definitely been a flurry of passion after gets back from particularly long cases.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he has to go out for work and he has a little bit of time before leaving, most definitely he'd be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's fine with experimenting but not often.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Good for 3 rounds unless he's super tired. Last decently long, always makes sure his partner gets off first each time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh Leon definitely owns one of those vibrators that work with apps. Sometimes when he's due to come home and he knows you have it in you he'll just tease you on the way home.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Leon doesn't tease but when he's in a particular frisky mood, he will make beg to cum. And he doesn't care if you want it. If you don't beg like he wants he will make you wait and keep bringing you to the edge over and over like an asshole.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud in the slightest but he's definitely not scared to moan or whimper. Even curse under his breath, especially if he has you on your side and he's right in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Said I love you for the first time during sex. Was mortified with himself, he meant it but was extremely embarrassed. Apologized profusely and told you he did mean it. And thankfully you love him back, obviously.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ah yes, python 3. I'll be honest, I'd say he's at the higher average end in size but makes up for it in girth... Like a fucking coke can.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Leon had little to no sex drive but once you two got into a relationship he's like a teenage boy again. Can barely stop from wanting you all the time. But he's still more of the romantic intimate type and would rather just exist with you than constantly be at each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He clings onto life afterwards. Just wants to make sure you're taken care of but the second you relax against him he's down for the count. Like a god damn bear in hibernation.

[navybrat817]

" Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. "

With Bucky. 🥺

This probably didn't go the way anyone wants, nonnie, and I'm sorry!

Give Me a Name

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader Summary: Someone put their hands on you and Bucky can't let it go. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Tension, threat of violence (not against reader), very minor injury, pet names, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Because who doesn't want a mob boss obsessed with them? ❤️ Edit by the talented @nixakimbo. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Today was a not-so-friendly reminder that mistakes in your job weren’t so easy to fix. You had been in pursuit of a target for weeks and finally managed to catch him. The rookie agent, however, didn’t secure the cuffs and the bastard managed to get a hard hit in when he broke free. The dizziness from the blow was enough to let him get away.

The rookie went after him, but you knew he wouldn’t catch him. You’d have to start all over with tracking him and you didn’t even get a chance to go home to lick your wounds. Not when Bucky’s men showed up and put you in a car.

You should’ve known they were close by.

“I can walk!” You argued minutes later when they brought you to the Barnes mansion. The mob boss had a few homes, but this one had been in the family for years. He had invited you here before, but never took you by force.

Until today.

The men carefully arranged you on a leather sofa in the den before one of them went to get their boss. He hadn’t left the room before the door flew open, the very man he went to find standing there with a look thunderous enough to kill. He snatched something out of one of his soldier’s hands before he went to you, no one daring to speak a word.

You held your breath as you glanced at Bucky. He had the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up as he assessed you, the veins in his arms popped out as he clenched his fists. He was built like a soldier with his massive frame, his life story told in the tattoos and scars that adorned his covered skin. The notorious crime lord more than earned his reputation and he promised he’d tell you his story himself one day.

Today wouldn’t be that day.

He brushed some of his long hair from his eyes before crouching down beside you. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he dabbed at your cheek with the cloth. He stopped when you winced, but you gave him a small smile to let him know he could continue. You didn’t expect tenderness from such a rough man, but you were different to him, weren’t you? You had been since the two of you crossed paths some time ago. Why?

What made you so special?

“Who did this to you?” He asked in a low voice. You could hear that he tried to keep the raging storm inside of him, but his icy eyes showed you everything. The growing fury was bound to come out. Who would he destroy in his path to sate the beast?

“Bucky. I’m fine,” you croaked as you tried to sit up more, but he stopped you from moving. “The guy got lucky and it isn’t anything I haven’t faced before. Just let me get back to work,” you said.

You noticed most of the men nearby avoided eye contact when you looked around. They had every reason to be afraid. James Buchanan Barnes was downright terrifying when crossed.

And crossing you was a worse offense in his eyes.

“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, though he didn't raise his voice. “Tell me his fucking name so I can take care of it.”

“I can’t,” you whispered. If you did, he’d kill him. No, he’d torture him first. Likely for days on end before he begged for death. And you needed him alive.

That was your job.

Yet, you could never find it in yourself to bring Bucky in.

“Don’t make me shoot you.”

You froze at the cold tone before you realized Bucky didn’t direct that statement at you. One of his men standing feet away turned his head to the side because he got caught staring. You should’ve known better. Whatever cat and mouse game you and the mob boss were playing, it was for him to catch you in his trap, but never hurt you.

Not when he wanted to keep you.

“I’m sorry, boss,” the man promised, his tone wavering when Bucky reached for one of his pistols. “I-”

“‘Cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat and never look back if you glance at her again,” he promised. He was a man of his word. “Leave us. All of you. Now.”

“Bucky, it’s okay,” you assured him as they filed out. The men were dangerous, but you weren’t about to let him shoot the poor guy for looking your way.

“It isn't okay. Someone put their hands on you,” he nearly growled, the soft touch to your cheek a stark contrast to his voice. “You think I can let that go? I can’t. I won’t.”

You brought a hand up to tuck a few strands of his hair behind his ear. His eyes shut for a moment and grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. He dragged your fingers through the short beard along his jaw, like he was starved of your touch and needed more. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted him.

Not when you belonged in different worlds.

“You don’t have to ‘avenge’ me, Bucky, because I’m not yours,” you said carefully. Were you telling him for his sake or yours? “Let it go. Please.”

The storm continued to rage in his eyes when he opened them and you wondered who would win the battle of the wills. You held your breath again when he moved close, the scent of his woodsy cologne making your head spin. Instead of brushing his lips against yours, he brought his mouth to your neck. Scraping his teeth over your pulse, you couldn’t stop the shiver of arousal that moved down your spine.

“You are mine, Kisa,” he whispered, giving your neck another nip as you tried not to whimper. “And I’m going to find out who did this whether you tell me or not. And I’m going to kill him.”

Your heart shouldn’t have raced faster at his declaration. “If I tell you, will you let me go home?”

“You are home,” he replied, pulling away and looking into your eyes so you could see how serious he was. “And I’d feel a lot better if you got some rest in my bedroom.”

You shuddered because you both knew you wouldn’t get a wink of rest if he took you to bed. And if you slept with him, there would be no turning back. “You can’t keep me prisoner here, Winter.”

The cold and ruthless man who only wanted you.

“You’re not my prisoner, Kisa,” he said, pressing his lips softly to your pained cheek. “But I’m never letting you go.”

He’d prove that to you.

I don't know about you lovelies, but I kind of love them. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[scara-writes]

change of heart

Sugar Mommy Reader X Y! Gold digger Male

Let's make a story about the reader falling in love first :>

Yes, this yandere is an asshole.

Might make a part two?

CW: yandere, manipulation, consensual-smut, gold digger yandere

No proof read. Will edit it later on.

cerise=cherry🍒

(THIS IS REPOST BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT SIDE BLOGS HAS LIMITED ACCESS ;-;)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Sheon wasn't rich nor poor but he wanted an easy money to make his life easier.

He knows he was becoming addicted on spending money. He can't blame himself, he was getting picked on for not having enough money to buy what he wants unlike his rich classmates that will flaunt their items at each other. He even sneak out of his way to take his father's credit card to buy him useless things that would entertain himself for a little bit like games and toys, Sheon would also flaunt them that his parents has the money when in actuality he is in the middle class. Although his arrogance did not last long after his father finds out about it, grounded him for a whole year for that. He still kept on spending money, he was pretty good at accounting which pretty weird coming from someone who spends a lot.

Now that he became a college student, with his major being aligned in accounting. His parents literally forced him to move out and gave him a right amount of allowance every month for him to study from his dream university but it wasn't enough. He just wants more money to spend, either to indulge himself or to avoid being picked on by his peers.

Not until he met you.

A kind person who introduced yourself to him, your cheeks were bright red as you told him that you fell inlove at first sight.

Sheon do look good. He was popular among women around the campus but those said girls can only glance at him as they feel bad that he was only a middle class. So don't blame him when he was surprised at your sudden confession, and he wanted to reject you right away, the red haired doesn't have the time to find a love, he wants money not a freeloader. But when you told him your last name when you introduce yourself to him, it caught him off guard.

"what was...your last name again?"

"(l-l/n)!" You exclaimed as you bashfully waited for his response about your confesion.

There are three siblings that is going to inherit three companies. If he remembered correctly, he saw an article of on one of them inheriting the biggest company once they graduated. Your face is somewhat coincidentally look the same as it is in the article.

A dark idea pop up to his mind. His greed was whispering at him.

If he can be with you. He can get what he wants right?

Easy money is easy life!

"…so… C-can I court you?" Your hands fiddling as you wait for his response. He looked at you up and down. You looked pretty average for his taste. The only thing that is pretty about you is the money you will inherit, but hey that will do if he wants to get what he wants.

The greedy man grinned and traps you between his arms and lean down to meet your face. Not even caring at the other student passing by looking at the both of you by either cringing or looking weirdly.

He boldly gave your left cheek a quick peck before answering your question with another question.

"… If I say yes, what's in it for me love?"

Not long after, the two of you became official. Your courting lasted around two weeks and that's about it. He always request for you to buy him this and that and you gave it him the very next day as you love him very much and trusted him wholeheartedly. He would taunt the said gifts he received from you to his old peers that he got himself the items that is much worth than their brand. Their frown look satisfies him.

Some of them asked where did he got the money to buy, but he will answer one word. cerise.

No one knows about his plan except for his ex friend, Tyr.

The ex friend of his cut ties off with him immediately after knowing he was using an innocent person like you for his greed.

Oh well his lost! He was about to share his dimes and gold with him.

Sheon thought about what will he give you something back for all the items you gave him. Well, His exchange for everything was himself of course!

His body is probably enough to make you feel something close to heaven. It made you whine out in satisfaction whenever he hit the right spot. Sheon could tell you never experienced this, a virgin at that. The way you moan out his name make his heart swell with pride.

"…is.. this what it..nghh… f-feels..uuhhmm..l-like?" You whimpered when he hit the same spot that made you cried out it on pleasure. Your hands were trembling around his sweaty shoulder, eyes rolling when he hits it again. He leaned to down to peck your parted lips. "… Do you like it?"

He fastened his pace up to chase down the ecstasy that you were feeling. He felt the walls grip of yours tightened around him feeling that you are getting close.

"I… I love…i-it..p-please don't s-stop!" You moaned out, unconsciously digging your nails to his skin. Sheon smirked at your reaction, wiping off your sweaty temple before giving it a soft kiss, then giving what you asked for.

You must be missing out from parties, seeing you had never experience like this before and that's okay. So long as this is a payment to get what he wants.

"Your wish is my command, cerise." He whispered his pet name to you.

"I-I love Sheon." You whimpered as you feel him pulled out when he gave you released. Sheon sighs, his load went through your stomach, giving you one last kiss before cleaning you up. Dabbing the towel around your body, cleaning you gently, asking you if he hurt you too badly. You answered meekly, telling him that you are fine, he was a sweet for giving you an aftercare.

He scoffs at you, teasing you. "It's a bare minimum, cerise. It's normal to take care of their partner after their love making." He carried you at the bathroom of your own apartment. Putting you down at the bathtub as he twist the faucet open.

Sheon joined you in the bath, he gently massage your scalp, making you shudder in relaxation, "do you like it?"

"I love it." You meekly replied leaning your back between his thighs. He wash down the foam around your hair, he rinse the shampoo out after he was done. He took a soap and was about to clean your body too but you insist that you will do it yourself. Sheon stopped and heed your words and starts washing himself up, the male was the first one to finish, he dried himself off by his own towel and starts to wear the pajamas that was already prepared besides the lavatory. After he was done, he told you that he will prepare you a snacks and turn on the tv for the movie you requested yesterday.

The red haired male's relationship with you went pretty well. Of course his body and his face shouldn't be the only thing he could do for you. He needed to act like a good boyfriend, being the fast learner that he is. He found himself, he was rather good at cooking and baking.

He would lie if he say he doesn't enjoy it when he cooks for you.

He would give you your favorites, something you cannot eat in your household. You told him you were on a strict diet ordered by your very own parents. They didn't know your relationship with him, Sheon was a secret affair and you revealed you were in arrange marriage during the time you courted him. It worried him seeing that his source of money will leave him for the arrange marriage.

You held his hand and you promised him that it will never happen, that you will fight for the "love" the two of you had.

The greedy male stared at you for a minute, realizing you are too naïve to think that he actually loves you. Were you that oblivious?

He wanted to laugh at your face but…

Why does his heart starts hammering when you told him that you will fight for him against your parents?

A little guilt went up to his throat before swallowing it by his pride.

The two of you lasted for three years as a couple, graduated and help him out to hire him to your company. His colleagues at his work respected him quickly seeing that he is the boyfriend of their soon-to-be boss, Sheon enjoyed the power he had over them, no more people looking down on him.

It didn't last long because your parents immediately confronted you about him and you had enough of it. It was the first time you neglected your parents orders and Sheon was there to witness it.

"I don't care about the agreement! The arrange marriage, I didn't agree on that! Mother, Father! I've been nothing but a good child since the day I was born! I have never ever went against you and I am obedient child who never goes against your will just so the two of you can be happy! But this is the only time I asked for you to let me have something I want in my life!" He felt the grip of your hands on him. The red haired male stares at your quivering form but he saw how determined you are about him.

He felt guilty knowing he was the cause of why you arguing with your parents right now.

Wait… He's feeling guilty?

"He's using you for your money! Look at your ridiculous amount you spent! From the moment you had a relationship with him!" Your father shouted at you, before glaring at him.

Truthfully, your father wasn't wrong. He used you for your money.

"And so what? I am willing to give everything he wants because I love him!"

Do you love him that much?

"The least I could do for him is to give what he likes because he is the only person who showed me what it feels like to be loved!"

Throughout the heated argument with your parents. He was silent for the whole time until you broke down to tears. Just a droplet from your tears made himself go blank. Sheon didn't know what happened to himself, all he knows that his body act on its own and went to cover your vulnerability from your parents.

You were surprised at his action before letting yourself be buried in his chest.

"I think it's time for us to leave." He told your parents before guiding you out to leave the mansion, not looking back.

He hop you on the passenger seat of his car before closing the doorway after he heard your parents trailing behind him, yelling. He doesn't want you to hear what he was about to say.

His blue eyes glared at them.

"I have never throughout in our relationship witness (Y/n) weep and broken down until this day, I always ensure her happiness on everything I'd done. If we have disagreements we will let each other agree to separate for a little bit until we are calm enough to discuss it again."

His mouth continued to flow out the next words he didn't think he would find himself struggling with his words. Thankfully, he didn't stutter.

"...I love her more than you could ever know. I won't let her cry and force her to do the things she doesn't want to. If she doesn't want something, she will let me know and I will stop because I don't want her to feel sad, bothered and suffocate. Truthfully, your daughter is the most sincere person that I've known in my entire life. She always gives out her best to make everyone happy."

He let out a deep breath. "I cannot believe she went through all her years of her life of enduring your demands and pressures the day she was born. It's no wonder your children are starting to neglect you. Most people might have called an authority because of your abuse if it weren't for the money you have. Every child deserve a parents but not every parents deserve a child." He paused before continuing again.

"If I see her cry again because of the both of you.No matter how much money you used to separate us. I will make sure you will regret it." With that he walk around his car before opening the doorway of the driver seat and drive away from your wrecked family. The whole ride was silent. Sheon never felt his heart rate beating this fast.

What happened to him?

Why did he do that?

What if his job from your company is going to make him terminated from his internship?

You were still on your way to become boss but your parents still owns it as long as they are alive.

"… I-I'm sorry.. you witnessed that." You sniffed as you tried to wipe off your tears trying your best to minimize your hiccups.

"… Don't mention it." He grunted before tossing you a box of tissue carelessly, eyes trained at the road not caring if you catch it or not.

You blew away your snots, as his thoughts were clouded of doubt.

"Stop crying." He said before parking the car after reaching his home. You nodded, trying to minimize your tears.

He exited the car and you did too before following him behind. A small squeak was heard from the car indicating that his car is locked.

Sheon didn't bother on walking beside you as he went to unlock the door of his home.

He went himself in, he doesn't care to tell you to follow because you will.

You sat on the couch and collect your thoughts for bit, staring the tiled floor of the living room. He look at your form and rolled his eyes before changing his clothes. What's next? Are you going to be stuck with him, onwards?

He went to the kitchen and starts to cook. Trying his best figure out something but nothing comes up in his mind.

He put the food in to two plates before serving you a lasagna. "Eat, cerise."

You thanked him and starts to eat your food slowly, your appetite isn't in good shape after your burst of emotion to your parents.

Sheon just picked his food but not eating as he stared at you.

What is he going to do with you now? He can't have you here! You… You need to come back and apologize! What if your parents cut off your card? Most of your money were from your parents! Then what about his money? What about the items you promised him to buy it for him?!

what about your feelings?

…what about her..?..

Stop... Stop making him feel guilty.

He quietly sigh and starts to eat. This mixed feelings are eating him up.

"Does it taste good?" He asked. You nod, sniffing.

"Leave the plate, I'll wash them up later. You can have my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

You tried to reason him that you can sleep on the couch but he insisted.

You were stuck with him for three months. Your card was indeed cut off and you and him were evicted temporarily at your company by your mother. At that time he was conflicted whether or not he should just ditch you…. Since you don't have money anymore. You just stay at home.

Seeing you apologize for being inconvenient at his home he felt guilty for thinking about it. But for some reason... he can't bare the thought of you wandering around depending on no one.

Sheon went outside to get a hose to water the outdoor the plants until he saw a man who looks similar to you.

"Hey." The said stranger called for him. He must be one of your sibling, seeing almost all of your resemblance to him, except his demeanor. People would feel intimidated when they look at him but not him, Sheon wasn't scared of him. He is one of the siblings who neglect his parents.

The red haired male raised his eyebrow before walking up to him.

"Yes? Do you need something?"

"… My older sister, (Y/n)? Are you perhaps her boyfriend..?" The way he spoke the word boyfriend. Sheon can feel the distaste from him.

"What about it?"

His (e/c) eyes was staring at his soul. They both of knew they are never gonna be in good terms.

"(Y/n) can go back to the company. Our parents needs her."

"And what? Are they gonna invalidate her again?"

Your brother scoff. "If that were to happen, she can call me right away. They can't complain when it comes to me. They know I don't act like my soft hearted older sister." He tossed an atm card at him. Sheon catches it confused.

"What's this for?"

"Give that to my sister. It's her new card."

Your brother pulled the handle of his own car before going in. "What about (Y/n)? Do you not want to look at her?"

"No need… I'm sure she will be fine."

After that, He left without a bid of farewell.

Sheon looked at the card in his hand. Greed went on his mind to keep the card and hide it from you. Just telling you the details that you can go back to the company. He should get back the payment he used to buy the items he wasted on you for the past few months—

"Sheon?"

You called to him. Snapping out of his thoughts when he realized he was already in the kitchen, cooking food for the both of you.

"You almost burned the eggs… Is there something wrong?"

Sheon blinked before smiling at you.

"Your brother went to see you but he was in a hurry so… He told me that you can go back. Your parents need you back to the company."

Your eyes lit up."really?"

"Really."

He went silent. Deciding that he should just give your atm card. It was stupid idea to think of him hiding your card, that will result of him being arrested and making you abandon him. He can't ruin his hardwork for making you his bank.

You blinked when you stiffly take the card from his hand. "What's this?"

"Your new card. Your… Umm.. brother wants to give it to you."

You look at him in the eyes for a second before leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you." You smiled, your eyes were brightened. As if something cleared up your mind and he noticed it.

He gave you a tight grin. "I'll put this on the plate before it actually burns."

Just like his first week on a relationship with you. His life went back smoothly. Everything went back to normal. The next three weeks, the two of you went on a date, suggested by you of course.

The both of you enjoyed the rides at carnival. He laughed when you didn't like the taste of the sweet corn of the nearby shop, telling him you preferred the street food sweet corn he brought on your first date with him. After having a snack,Sheon went to take a picture of the two of you capturing every moment he can find.

You told him that you book a private resort nearby the beach. So he drove there. Enjoying the night ride with him.

His heart fluttered when he hear you humming happily while you were scrolling on the phone, probably buying an item that he request yesterday, you ask him what color he liked on the item. Right now, the red haired doesn't care about it and tells you to keep humming the tune and forget about the item he wanted.

He just found himself, liking the sound of your voice.

The first thing he did when the both of you went inside the resort was to pop out a wine and serve you one before quickly kissing your lips. The both of you enjoyed gazing the night at cozy fireplace lit on the modern table. You cuddled with him and he held you, warming you up. As he sighed, relaxing himself.

"Sheon…."

You let yourself go on his hold before toying his hands with yours until you let it go."What's wrong?" You look down, staring through his shirt.

"I have… Been meaning to tell you this.. I don't know if it's the right time but…"

Sheon held his breath. Did you find out that he was using you?

He looked at your right hand that is tapping something from behind of your pocket before showing it to him.

A small black box was given to him.

He looked at you confused before he assessed your new gift to him. The box looked liked it could store a jewel.

His world stops when he opened it.

"I know… you went all the trouble of taking care of me when… when I was kicked out from the house but… I never felt so indebt to you after all the love you showered m-me… I-I'm not good with this kind of things… and might even call it corny so….W-would-you-like-to-spend-the-rest-of-your-time-together-with-me?" You fiddle your hand nervously as you look up to him, rushing the last sentence. Awaiting for his response, whether he will reject you or not.

Before you could call his name again. His lips had already met yours, arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer.

You were shocked by your boyfriend's action before returning your kiss. Slowly wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed tongue inside your mouth, caressing your caverns and sucking your tongue, drinking the sound of your whimpers and moans. He loves the whimpers that you make, it makes him want to keep going.

You tap him by the shoulder, signalling him to halt his actions but he continued to assault your lips until the thirst in him quenched. It was the first time he ignore your orders, but he just can't help himself.

He felt euphoric.

Sheon was grinning, widely. One of his hands went to your buttoned shirt. Slowly unclasping them, one by one.

His cheeks matches the color of his hair. His voice laced with love and affection."I'm officially yours, cerise."

For the first time, he felt genuine towards you. He felt everything was clear. He doesn't know when, where and why he didn't realize it sooner but…

He actually like you more than the money itself..

No...

He loves you that no money can replace you.

Fuck all the items, he got. You're much more valuable, the most treasured thing he wants.

He went to kiss your collarbone before softly gazing on you.

For the first time, your relationship with him. Sheon uttered the words that are genuine and meaningful from the bottom of his heart.

"…I love you."

This might be a mistake in your part.

He will never let you go now.

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Part 2?

[her-power]

beg (joseph quinn x fem! reader)18+

warnings: language, strong sexual content, lots and lots of making out, bathroom fool around. It’s not that explicit (edit: it’s horny, whoops lol, there’s an unexpected belt restraining 😵‍💫) it’s playful, funny, but minors, stay the eff away.

summary: you run into JQ at a karaoke bar (I know, there’s a theme with these 😂) and drunkenly tell him that you wrote smut about him. he begs you to show him and he’s very…interested.

word count: idk, lots of words 🫠

You were drunk.

You didn’t mean to get this drunk, but there was something about the energy of a karaoke bar that made you want to get loaded. You had just finished singing Bohemian Rhapsody, and had received a roar from the crowd of people who sang along with you, and lots of clapping. Your friends wanted you to sing more, but you needed a break. And some water. You saunter over to the bar, asking for a glass of water which you chug down. Probably not the best idea, but you were thirsty, and it felt like it was thousands of degrees in the building. You took three ice cubes out of the glass and pop them in your mouth, cooling yourself down.

“Your Freddie Mercury dance moves was quite impressive.” A soft, English accented voice reaches your ears and you glance up at the man standing next to you. You gasp, an ice cube sliding down your throat causing you to choke a little. His eyes are wide and he’s almost laughing. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you choke.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You manage to breathe out.

Joseph fucking Quinn was standing next to you.

“I’m sorry, that was rude, hi…you are…wow. I must be really drunk cause there is no way you’re standing next to me.” You suppress a giggle and he chuckles.

“Nope, I am a real.” He leans against the bar, twirling his beer bottle. “You good? No more choking?”

“Uh…” you laugh, blindly searching for the bar stool which he scoots behind you and you sit. “Need to sit down for this, why are you in the most rural part of town at a hole in the wall karaoke bar?”

He laughs. “Been filming a movie the next town over, got some nice beaches down this way. This seemed like a good place to be unrecognizable.”

He meets your eyes.

Gods, he was beautiful.

You blush and look away. “Came to the right spot, it’s dim, dreary, smells like piss and shame. I don’t think my friends know where I went.” You glance around the bar, spotting your friends sitting at the table in the corner, drunkenly crying. Yeah, sitting right here feels much better than that, you think.

“My favorite kind of place.” He giggles. “What are you drinking?”

“You…NOPE…wow. Intrusive thoughts won, I’m so sorry.” You put your palms over your face and he laughs loudly. “Ughhhh, this is not happening. I’m making a fool out of myself in front of such a beautiful man. I used to be so good at this.”

“I think you’re being pretty adorable.” He says close to your ear and you almost yelp. He giggles at your behavior and you tell him you’ve been drinking bourbon all night. He orders you a drink and your hand shakes as you bring the rim to your lips.

“Easy, love. You don’t need to be nervous around me.” He nudges you with his shoulder and you relax a little.

“How do I know you’re not like Ted Bundy? Hmm?” You smile at him, taking a sip of his drink.

“Do I look like a serial killer?”

“Ted Bundy didn’t.” You counter and he smiles.

“Touché, but no, I’m not here to kill you.”

“Oh yeah? What are you here to do to me?”

Foot. In. Mouth. You’re gonna make him leave, you’re gonna make him go away by just being a fucking creep.

“What do you want me to do to you?” His voice is low, and your heart beats rapidly as you stare at him with your mouth hanging open. He smirks at you, gently taking his finger and lifting your chin to close your mouth, and winks.

“Oooookay…we’re flirting. This is…okay. Why do I feel like I’m in a setting of one of my stories?”

“Stories?”

Fuck me.

You groan. You need to learn to stop talking to yourself in public, because shit like this happens and you spill secrets you’re not supposed to spill. “Huh? What? No…I mean…nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Friends don’t lie.”

“Oh we’re friends? You don’t even know my name.”

“So tell me.” He turns towards you, your elbows are touching and his eyes are staring deep into yours, they subtly glance down your form and then meet your eyes again. You bite your bottom lip, smiling and tell him your name. “Okay, now we’re friends.”

“I’m not telling you what I said.” You laugh, sipping your drink. He looks at you shocked and the way he moved his head back was comical, you choke on your drink again.

“That is very rude and not fair.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, I wrote a story about you awhile back.”

He points to himself and smiles. “What kind of story?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh but I do.” He slides your bar stool closer to him. “Whisper it.”

He’s so close to you, you can smell his cologne and the subtle aroma of beer on his breath. You just stare at him, not answering him. “It’s naughty isn’t it?”

You look away from him, and blush. He gasps excitedly. “Show me!”

Your eyes widen. “What?! No way! It’s embarrassing and it’s horny.”

“Even better.”

“No.” You lean into him and smile. He groans, draping his arm over the back of your chair.

“What do I have to do to get you to show me?” His mouth is so close to yours. You wondered what his lips felt like. You had imagined it, clearly.

“Beg for it.” You smile and he laughs.

“Is that what I do in your story? Beg?”

A tingle forms in your belly at the way he said that and you blush. “I’m just kidding.”

“What if I’m not?”

“Okay, you need to settle down.” You laugh, playfully pushing him away and he giggles. “Can’t believe I’m flirting with you right now, this is insane. I have to pee…watch my drink.”

He smirks, sliding your drink next to his and placing his jacket over the back of your seat. Your legs immediately start shaking as you make your way to the bathroom, your friend Stacey is coming out of the bathroom as you open the door.

“Hey! We’re going, do you need a ride?” She asks you.

You glance back at the bar. “No, I’m okay. I can take an Uber home.”

“By yourself? I don’t know if I feel right about that.”

You gently pat her face. “I’ll be fine. I don’t really wanna share a ride with you all crying about what happened on Love Island.”

She laughs. “Shut up, I know. I hate myself too. Okay, please text me when you get home. Don’t go home with any strangers.” She kisses your cheek.

“Yes, mom.”

Ha, if only she knew.

Although, was he a stranger?

Yes, dumbass.

But, a highly known stranger.

Not in the middle of nowhere USA.

You push open the stall door, quickly do your business and wash your hands. There was no one else in there with you, and you took a minute to look over yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed from the embarrassment of telling him you wrote a sex story about him, and also the fact that he was so…flirtatious and sexy. You adjust your high waisted jeans and pull your black cropped tank down. As of lately; you have grown to love your body and its shape, but you were suddenly feeling self conscious sitting next to a celebrity.

The door to the bathroom opens and you glance up in the mirror.

There he was. Smiling. Comedically tip toeing into the bathroom, locking the door while you stand there stunned.

“What are you-“ His hands are on your waist in a flash, and his soft lips press against yours, sweetly, gently. His hands go into your hair and a sigh escapes you, you almost fall backwards but he wraps his arms around your waist tighter, holding you to him. Your hands go to his chest, and you gently push him back, your lips falling away from each other with a smack. Your eyes dart back and forth from his eyes to his lips and he’s grinning at you.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” He tells you and you still cannot find words.

He was a good kisser.

Maybe you could show him your story, but that could wait. You wanted to kiss him again, so you did. His tongue glides into your mouth and you groan, pushing your body against his, bumping into the wall, almost falling over the trash can. His hands find your thigh and squeeze gently, lifting you up delicately and your head slams against the automatic paper towel dispenser.

“Ow!” You laugh loudly as the paper towels come out behind you, vroooooom.

“Oh shit I’m sorry!” He pulls away from your lips quickly and holds your head. You laugh, holding his face and kissing him again. He smiles against your lips, his hand grips your waist and you sigh, moving your hands over his back, down past his ass and you pull his waist flush against you. He groans against your mouth, and lifts you on the bathroom counter. You didn’t care how gross this counter probably was, you just wanted to be close to him. He pushes himself between your legs and you could feel his hardness through his jeans. His lips find your throat and you gasp when he gently bites on your sensitive skin. His hand glides up your soft skin, over your bra and your nipple hardens as his palm grazes over your breast.

“Mmm…we should…stop…” You whisper against his neck.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispers, his tongue flicks out over the vein at your throat and you moan, clawing at his back.

“No…but…not here…somewhere else.” You gasp.

He pulls away from you and smiles sweetly, kissing you again and helps you down from the counter. You unlock the door, surprised to see that no one was waiting to kick you guys out and as you exit the bathroom he takes your arm and pulls you to him, kissing you deeply. Your back hits the wall and you smile against his lips, his hands fisting through your hair.

“Yeah, get it girl!” A woman says as she makes her way to the bathroom and the two of you pull away laughing. You take his hand and take him to the outside patio, you patted yourself down to make sure your phone and wallet was still in your jeans. You find a vacant picnic table and sit on top of it, shaking the nerves out of your hands as you stare up at him. He smiles, his dimples showing and you blush.

His hand cups your face and you lean into it, he kisses your lips softly and sits down on the bench beneath you. You smile, opening your phone and go to your word document app. He lights up a cigarette and you cringe, holding the phone towards him.

His eyes light up. “Is this it?” And you nod. He giggles, his eyes scanning the first few paragraphs. “Wow, you’re a really good writer…oh…” he meets your eyes, his wide and playful. You blush looking away from him and he laughs, his hand gently squeezes your knee. “This is…horny.” His hand squeezes your thigh and you have to suppress a moan that is about to escape.

“He puts his mouth on your…whoa…whoaaaaa…” he meets your eyes again, his face is flushed. “It’s hot, is it hot? I’m sweating. If I read anymore I’m gonna take you on this table.” He hands the phone back to you and you giggle, covering your face with his hands. He stands over you, the cigarette dangling from his lips. You take it from him, inhale on it, and pull his face towards yours.

“Breathe in.” You tell him, as you exhale and the smoke comes out, your lips barely graze and he inhales, stepping back a little letting the smoke glide out of his lungs.

He blushes and smirks at you. “That was in there wasn’t it?”

You nod, biting your lip, handing him the cigarette. He smiles large, snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He moves towards you, curling a piece of hair behind your ear. “You wanna get out of here?”

You stare into his eyes and nod. He grins, and as you’re about to open your Uber app he puts his hand over yours. “No need, I have a driver.” He nods to the back parking lot and you see a black livery car with a driver in the front seat. “Just tell me where to go.”

So, you tell him the direction to your house. You had snuggled up against his chest on the car ride, his hand softly rubs your shoulder and you pull up in front of your apartment building. He tells the driver to head back to the hotel and will call when he needs to get picked up. He follows you up the stairs to the second floor and you turn on your lights. You shut and lock the door, blushing again.

“Why do you keep blushing?” He teases, gently cupping your cheek.

“Because you’re in my apartment and have been kissing me all night.” You sigh. “And I’m confused on why out of all the beautiful women in the bar, you sought me out.”

“Well, none of those other beautiful women could sing Bohemian Rhapsody like you did.”

You roll your eyes. “If you were ten minutes earlier you would’ve seen my rendition of You Oughta Know.”

He laughs. “Now that would’ve made me beg for you.”

You’re not even all the way into your apartment before he’s kissing you. He practically drags you blindly into the living room and into the wall. He pushes his body against yours, kissing you deeply, his hands going over your belly and up your shirt. You gasp, gripping onto his forearms as he kisses down your chest, pulling your shirt over your head. His lips glide down your stomach until his on his knees, licking just above the button of your jeans and he pops the button. He gazes up at you, and your head falls back against the wall as he pulls your jeans down, and you step out of them. He grips your thighs, kissing them softly and his hands caress your backside. He pulls down your underwear and your entire body trembles, and you groan as his mouth goes on you like he was starving. You grip at his hair as he feasts on you, still pinching yourself because there was no way this was real and that he was doing this to you in your apartment.

His fingers glide inside you as he continues his feast, and you moan loudly, your body almost sliding down the wall but he holds you up with his free hand. He tells you to come in his mouth and your entire body reacts to his voice and how he curls his fingers deeper inside you. You tense up and you scream in pleasure loudly, holding onto the wall for support as you clench around his fingers and he moans against you. He pulls his fingers out of you and glides back up your body, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lifts you, you direct him to your bedroom and pushes open the door with his foot and he falls backwards on the bed, taking you with him. His hands move up your back as he kisses you and unhooks your bra, it falls down your arms and you toss it to the ground, straddling him and he bites back a moan as you scoot yourself back, pulling off his jeans. He sits up quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and you run your hand over his slightly toned tummy, crashing your lips against his. You couldn’t wait any longer for this, you end up pulling him out of the hole from his boxer briefs and you immediately lower yourself down on him.

A broken moan escapes you as he fills you up and his head falls back against the pillows. You rock your hips against him, your body trembles as his lips catch your nipple in his mouth and he gently bites down, you gasp loudly.

“Do you want me to beg?” He groans and you whimper as you rock your hips faster. You moan, a soft laugh escaping you and you nod. You move off of him, moving up his body like a snake and you kiss him deeply. You take his hands, holding both of them above his head, reaching down to take the belt you had on your jeans. His eyes light up and he giggles.

“Oh, we’re doing this.” He says with a chuckle, biting his lower lip.

“You’re an actor.” You smirk, wrapping the belt around his wrists and attached it to the bars on your headboard. “Act.”

“What if I’m not acting?” He clasps his hands together in the restraint.

You smirk, gazing down at him. “Even better.” You meet his soft lips, straddling him, and you could already tell he was getting frustrated because he couldn’t touch you. Your hand glides down his abdomen, over his hips and over his length. His lips buck and his eyes flutter close, a soft sigh escaping him.

You kiss his chest gently, running your tongue over his nipple and he groans. You meet his lips again, grinding your hips against his and reach down to touch him, you grip him hard and then stop.

“Please.” He whispers, almost whining.

“Please what?” You ask, smiling against his cheek, taking his jaw in your hand, turning his head to look at you and a seductive laugh comes out of his mouth with your forcefulness.

“Keep touching me.” He says, moving his face to kiss your lips. “I’m begging you.”

You grin, wrapping your hand around his length and fist him slowly. You lean down to kiss his neck and he moans as your hand picks up speed and his body is arching. “Let me fuck you.” He groans, struggling again. You meet his eyes, gently kissing him as your other hand reaches up to untie the belt from the headboard. His hands come down so fast, the belt goes flying and he’s taking your face in his hands, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he forces himself on top of you. He hooks your leg around his waist and pushing himself inside you hard. You moan loudly as he rolls his hips, the sensation of his speed and his pelvis grinding against you was causing you to feel so many different things at once. His noises were loud and so were yours, beautiful harmonies of two feral beings just needing to feel something.

Your orgasm was approaching fast and he could feel it too, so he slows down. Rocking into you slowly, gently, his lips soft against yours. His hands gently go through your hair and you didn’t know what was hotter: him taking his time with you or how animalistic he was moments ago. A whimper escapes you as you feel your orgasm approach, his breath was hot against your lips as your head falls back, and you’re holding onto his back as you come, this orgasm so much more powerful than the last one and he comes soon after you. His sounds deep, raspy, beautiful.

He lays with his head on your chest, catching his breath and you run your fingers over his hair. He looks up at you, cheekily grinning. “Now, that was a smut story.” He laughs loudly as you giggle, pushing him off of you and he falls to the floor with a thud. His head pops up as he looks at you, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Now it’s your turn to beg.”

the end

[accio-victuuri]

some minor candies dumped together.

my motto is that some bits in this fandom seem small sometimes but you will never know when it will be useful to piece things together in the future.

let’s start with this. HAHAHAHAHA! i always love the contrast between them. zz all cutesy and sweet then you have yibo in a supposed cute fit but that serious face. i love them please! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

moving on to the lovely this or that video released by jimmy choo on their instagram. he was asked whether he prefers skateboards or bike. i guess it’s a no brainer that he will answer skateboard because that has always been his passion but for some reason he answered bikes. maybe he’s doing another thing related to it that we know nothing about.

but it makes us think of another person who loves to go biking. thinking about them doing this activity together as a form of exercise is nice!

maybe we are overthinking it the way we usually do but it’s so out of the expected yibo answer. 🤷🏻‍♀️ plus knowing how prominent a “bike” pops up in xz vlogs. actually, even in the ideal life painting you have a bike.

speaking of jimmy choo, that had it’s own clownery in on itself. lol. these poses from our boys:

I’m so so proud of them for being global brand ambassadors from these brands and continuing to dominate c-ent in their own way/s. with little to no scandal. and how their photos always seem to match. i swear it’s not just the cpf in me that sees these and goes they look good together. they really do even if you are a passerby.

of course xzs and ybo have to join in and give us some sweets. both of the caption saying let’s start… // let’s listen.. so in that way it’s similar. and you have that emoji. at this point the way these two teams seem to have the same posting style is not new. adding this to the very long list 📝

this one is my favorite. so lately, ybo has been posting these sort of postcards to promote ETU. largely with actual snaps from the show which are obviously provided by the production team. but this one photo released seems so special cause it’s an artwork. and yes, a huge part of this is because i’m a cpf and gg as yibo’s personal artist has always been a headcanon truth among us.

however, look ⬇️⬇️⬇️

it seems to have that same style/feel as xz’s previous works. that almost whimsical feel and how it’s colored.

fans even did an edit. do you see it now? ✨

-END.

[iridescent-flowers]

A "Sickly" Feeling

Lucifer x Fem!Reader

⚠️CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

Tags: sex toys, face sitting, oral, masturbation

Word Count:

Summary:

You can surely say it was just another typical day at RAD. It just so happens today you were appear to feel a little “sick” and struggled to focus a lot more than usual thanks to the demands of a certain demon of pride.

[✨Likes, Comments & Reblogs are supper appreciated!✨]

Extending some apologies in advance for any errors, im kinda loopy rn so I might edit this again in the future.

ONCE AGAIN, ONLY 18+ YEARS OLD ARE ALLOWED TO READ BEYOND THE CUT. PLEASE DON'T READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE.

Your eyes look around wearily at all the classmates that you are seated with, including the seven demon brothers who shared every class with you. As a lucky result of sharing the same class schedules with them, you—at least— feel a bit of relief in knowing that the they wouldn't hear you as much if you did or say anything.

Much more so, you were grateful that the professor had yet to enter the class. In fact, everyone took this as an opportunity to be as rowdy as they could be. Papers are being tossed around, some people are drawing, others were sleeping, snacking, or using their DDDs to pass the time.

Vrrrr….

You, on the other hand, were passing time with much thanks to the little “accessory” Lucifer asked you to wear as you made your way into the 4th period. In fact, it graced you with immense disorientation during your classes, break periods, and even, way before you ever arrived on RAD grounds.

He had you test it out first thing after waking up together, giving you both an energetic start in the hours to come. You knew for a fact that Lucifer was bound to play with it somehow, maybe out of boredom while doing some paperwork. You can only assume he’s delighted by the idea of being able to control your body’s reactions with a vibrator he had custom made to hit your pleasure spots just right, from inside you and your clitoris. Simultaneously, the idea of reacting in public, and in front of Lucifer no less, made the heat and embarrassment in you rise.

At the very least, the vibrations were quite mild—probably on it’s lowest setting— allowing you to tolerate the tickling feeling without appearing too enthused about what's happening underneath you. Secretly hoping that there would be more “risque”, you wondered if that was it for the rest of the day, a simple device to keep you awake in class.

That is until you receive a notification ping.

Taking out your phone you silently read the message. Seeing Lucifer’s ID pop onto the screen causes you to shift your legs slightly just o fight the tingling feeling between your legs:

‘Has the excitement dulled for you, my love? Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll keep entertained.’

You intended to send a question mark to showcase your curiosity, but it seemed no longer necessary upon hearing a set of footsteps gradually overpowering the ruckus of the entire room. You let out a breath as your heart began to thump.

“The professor has urgently expressed a need to take the week off and tend to some personal issues. But given the extremely sudden nature of his request, we were short on time to address the situation. Which is why, just for today, I'll be holding this week's discussion”

You eyes are fixated on his phone, which emits the private conversation between you two— a sight as easy to miss as his thumb pressing “send” before swiping away into a different app completely.

The message you receive comes in silently, and you read:

‘Under no circumstances are you to cum during my class. You are not to excuse yourself either.’

Almost as if on cue, you felt the intensity spike, the height of it almost making you jump. Thankfully, you were able to play off the feeling as it turns back to normal. In a now quiet classroom, it was only you who could hear the extremely faint purring of the vibrator. You greatly hoped that no one had a special gift of super hearing.

You made sure to make eye contact with Lucifer as you quirked an eyebrow tauntingly. Part of you did it feeling intrigued that he now chose to raise the stakes. Despite your poker face, you feel a pleasant chill running down your spine. It didn’t help your indecent thoughts to take one last look at the message with his voice in mind.

With the help of muscle memory, you pull out your notebook and pen to do the usual routine of taking down notes in class, but your mind and eyes drift towards Lucifer’s broad back as he takes his time to write a list of topics he intended to discuss today. While doing so, your mind switches up. As exhilarating it is, to say the least, you wondered how Lucifer can enjoy a scenario like this unfolding if he himself can't see your reactions.

You shake off these thoughts once again and decide it might ease your feelings to sway your legs slowly. It wasn’t unusual for you to want to get your legs moving during lectures, after all. It was one way of keeping the legs awake and active, with a new additional benefit of masking your own indulgence.

But much to your dismay, your eyes dart upward to see Lucifer's eyes almost immediately looking at yours with a well-hidden scheme running through his mind, something only you knew and were not ready for.

“Let's start, shall we?”

You feel the intensity increase, and with it, your muscles begin to tense to accommodate the feeling.

You suddenly stop moving your legs, deciding it might be better to stay in place, squeezing them as tightly as you could to stop the feeling of your wetness pooling out of your underwear.

Part of you wanted him to look at you, slightly annoyed that you’re probably visibly struggling to fight having an orgasm in class and he can’t even see it. Lucifer could delight in this all he wants but you of all people knew damn well he’d rather see it live, front and center.

Thoughts race back and fourth, all of which you try pushing down, trying to regain focus and rationality.

You begin to wonder if it was ideal to secretly try to remove the vibrator, luckily you were in one of RAD’s lecture halls, a bit different from the usual classroom given that you were a relatively larger class. You look around, only seeing Asmodeus faced away from you and the actual board and staring at a compact mirror he hid behind his pencil case so Lucifer wouldn’t confiscate it. The others around you were too focused on the lecture to notice, perhaps they feared for their life to do anything other than focus… well… save for the brothers of course. But even they were merely minding their own business and letting the lecture pass through their ears as if it were nothing.

Taking a chance, you place your bag on your lap to make it seem as if you were trying to get something. But as your hand reaches your crotch, the vibrator shakes your insides more vigorously. You inhale sharply as it continues to jolt inside of you, letting a little grunt escape your mouth as you find your grip against the side of your chair.

The external tip of the vibrator plays with your clit more intensely, you feel yourself turning red from using all your muscles to stifle a moan from coming out.

You wanted to do so many things, cursing loudly, walking up to Lucifer to take him away from class and fuck him inside the first empty room you see, not caring about what anyone in that classroom would have to say. At the same time you also wanted to run away and deal with it yourself without anyone knowing any better about these mischievous circumstances.

Your thoughts all seem to go against each other all the while you continue to hold back the urge to convulse or make any noises during class. Somehow since trying to move it around, you felt your urge to release worsen tenfold. It was as though you needed to go to the bathroom just to relieve yourself both ways.

You wanted to yield, screw this little challenge of his. You were going to go to go find yourself a place to masturbate in, but you were still a bit scared to be questioned by the demons that were inside the classroom with you. Instead of charging forward on impulse, you raised a hand up politely before calling out to him.

The sudden switch That’s when a different sensation greets your clit, it was almost similar to being eaten out, with the tip being sucked and soothe by a makeshift tongue.

“Lucifer! I—Ah…!” You finally let out, but your mind was quick enough to feign a worsening stomach ache. Your lungs heave slightly and your purse your lips tightly

“Are you okay babes? You're not looking too hot over there.”

You realize you were doomed to embarrass yourself the moment Asmodeus— of all demons— leaned over to you and whispered his concern. By the look on his face, he had yet to catch on, and you could only pray that he never would.

This new feeling was made worse with the vibration from inside you shifting, if you were all alone right now, you might’ve drooled at how amazing it felt.

“Yeah, Asmo… I just felt something sharp in my stomach, but I’ll be fine.” you kept the conversation as concise as possible but another jolt comes in making you dig your nails into your thighs.

“Is there something you and Asmodeus wish to share with the class?”

“N-no.”

You look up to Lucifer, watching as his eyes stare at yours with such intensity. Surely not out of frustration but something else. You continue to eye his back while he continues writing and babbling about the lesson at hand. It seems that the clacking of chalk against the board was more aggressive than usual, but it could simply be your imagination.

“Are you sure you’re alright, that sounded like it hurt.”

A hint of luck must have surely graced your day, you thought to yourself. Asmodeus seemed none the wiser of your circumstance despite being of great approximation with you.

“No… no… I'm fine, I just need to listen in on this lecture…”

You lean against the table to steady yourself and avoid showing any struggle. But it seems too late because you raised Asmo’s attention.

“Lucifer! MC really needs to go to the clinic.” Asmo calls out with his own hand raised.

Lucifer turns around and gives you another stare for a single moment, and you feel as the quiet increase of pleasure comes in, it was Lucifer trying to see if you'd react any different amidst this tense moment. Even as he goes over to you, he is almost clearly unphased.

A quick idea comes into mind and you follow along Asmo’s concerns. A moan comes out of your mouth, one that sounds as painful as possible, and hopefully, not obviously fake.

“Fine, yes, my stomach is hurting. I think I need help from the nurse over at the clinic.” You made sure to just so that the act sells while the vibrator eggs on a bit more of your moaning. You clutch the skin of your lower stomach, playing with the vibrator a bit to keep yourself going. You maintain eye contact with him, giving your best doe-like gaze.

You watch the muscles of his eyelids shift, causing you to form a mental smile in victory. But to clearly, avoid suspicion, he raises an eyebrow and shifts to showing “concern.”

“You do seem pale, MC. Take the hall pass and drop by the nurse's office.”

The prideful gaze you see as you make eye contact was something you knew too well.

Asmodeus squeezes your hand out of worry. Ironically, the idea that you were sick seemed to sell well to the avatar of lust.

You feel all eyes within the class follow you from the moment you stood up until the moment you disappeared behind the doorframe. Admittedly, your steps were a bit awkward due to the vibrators intensity, so you made sure to be in and out and avoid making eye contact with anyone, especially Lucifer, else everyone starts picking up what’s going on.

With legs nearly transformed into jelly out of numbness, you couldn't be bothered with the way you looked walking hurriedly down the hall to the nurse's room. You simply knew you had to lock the doors with a strong spell and find your climax once more.

You rush to the next bed you find, closing the curtains to have a hint of privacy. The vibrations came off stronger as you drop your pants and underwear to the floor. You don't think about the droplets you've made as you strip.

Spreading your legs, you try to find a position that elevates the sensation even further.

Gradually louder moans break free from your lips as your chest throbs to the rush, making a gateway for more pleasure that you find yourself helpless to.

Your mind prays that things would go quickly, not wanting to spend another second in the clinic doing such bold actions.

With heaving breaths, your stomach feels as though it's finally about to grab hold of the orgasm your mind was desperately seeking for. But before it could reach it, you were alarmed by your sixth sense, telling you that the spell you had in the lock had. Not even a second later, the door swings open and your almost nirvanic mind descended into panic. You scurried to put on your pants and hide any evidence that you masturbated on a clinical bed, of all things.

You kept yourself alert for the million scenarios that would happen when the nurse shows up. Yet, you find yourself frozen upon seeing the very same person that put you in this awkward position.

You stared up at Lucifer, and he stared down at you, well masking his amusement. But you knew, from the movement of his shoulders that he was trying to remind himself to take a few breaths. His pupils dilate at the sight of you, before trailing away from your figure.

Watching meekly, you see him crouch down to pick something up from the floor. And it is by this audacious action that, in a haste to cover up everything, you'd forgotten to put your underwear on. You sat on the bed silently, blushing furiously at the idea that he caught you in the act.

He feigned a sigh.

“It seems you don't need treatment, seeing as you've already done that to yourself.”

Clicking his tongue, he waves his underwear tauntingly as he slowly turns around. With your still heated cheeks and steam practically emanating off your head you scoffed, letting a silver of your frustration be known to him you grab his sleeve and use your strength to pull him backwards, even if you knew he was stronger than humans and pulling him would've been pointless. You were surprised your mind was clear enough to even say the words your brain could barely put out:

“Take responsibility for this! I would’ve finished my own treatment if you hadn’t disturbed me.”

Lucifer froze. Then, unlike the composed and chaste man he was to the public, he wasted no time in turning around getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt the moment the blinds shut and the doors locked. Still a bit dazed and dumbfounded, you simply stare at his bare chest after watching him toss away the fabric.

It dawns on you quickly, that he intends to have his way with you on RAD premises as per your order. You turn redder at the thought, but it’s not as if you weren’t guilty for planning to nip this feeling in the bud on your own moments ago on the very same nursing bed.

At an unfathomable speed, he then walks up to you and greets you with a kiss so hungry you swear that he intends to swallow you whole right then and there.

You gasp for breath after the long kiss you share momentarily eyeing his lips for a moment before gazing into his wine-like eyes.

“My mind begs me to torture you more, to stave you away from this ‘treatment.’ Consider yourself extremely lucky that my desire to serve you is more powerful than my many other urges.”

His hands take in yours, directing them to hold his face with a gentle touch, his entire aura shifting with a simple stroke.

“Tell me what it is that you need, I will give you everything I have.”

His fingers slide nuzzles himself into your hands kissing and licking your now sensitive skin until he reaches the side of your neck. He flipped your positions and huffed, you were now on top of him, very unsure of what he was planning.

He smirks slightly, almost as if he was invited to an eager challenge. “I knew you would sulk after our little game. After all, I left my poor darling soaking wet during my lecture.”

You haven't noticed his hands creeping towards you behind, some of his fingers reached down to your heat. You mouth gapes open slightly feeling the callouses on his fingers run across the opening, covering itself slightly in your wetness before moving over to your now achingly sensitive bud.

His eyes never leave your face, not wanting to miss your eyebrows furrowing as they found their way to your wetness.

The words he spoke earlier came into your mind, and with confidence, you stop his hand from trying to tease you.

“I don't want your fingers, I want your tongue.” you didn't expect to sound sultry as you spoke, yet your voice let out your neediness in such an effortlessly seductive manner. Your eyes had a fire in them that stirred his mind. You watched his eyes shift from surprise to his all-too-familiar cool expression within milliseconds.

“Hmph… don't let me do all the work now. Come towards my mouth.”

“I was just thinking that.” He responded while pushing you lightly upward.

A bit awkwardly you waddled to where his head was, positioning yourself so that you faced the wall and hovered over his face. Immediately, like an alcoholic eagerly uncorking an expensive bottle of wine to quench his thirst, Lucifer removes the vibrator, causing some of your wetness to drip onto his face, but he pays no mind. He licks clean he residue from the small machine right before closing off whatever distance was left to position your vagina right against his lips.

The speed almost caused you to lose balance, but you were lucky to catch yourself and press your hands against the wall for balance. The hinges of the bed creaked loudly at the sudden movement and you immediately felt the need to pray that your misdeeds wouldn't cause damage to the poor bed, otherwise it would be hard to describe the incident to Diavolo.

Your hands find themselves entangled between his hair strands as he licks the juices that have been stopped by the vibrator. The feeling tingles, reminding you of how sensitive you've been the whole time you were trying to get off. You push him down further, gripping his hair tighter — perhaps out of pleasure and a hint of pettiness.

The one arm which you had prompted up on the wall began to sink, wanting to grab hold of something…. Anything they you were physically able to with how aggressive Lucifer's tongue was becoming.

Your legs were shaking, knees growing weaker with each moment he entangles his tongue with your clit. Your stomach clenches, preparing for release, oh the feeling never ceases to drive you mad.

He read your mind, he knew you well. With Lucifer you could never hide a secret for too long, and so the secrets of your body is something that became a privilege for him and him alone. Almost in sync with your body language, he reaches for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours and letting you hold onto him tightly.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my love?” he said flicking his tongue playfully against you sweet spot. You only grunt in response, rocking your hips against his mouth to try shutting him up.

The act doesn't go unnoticed, he takes the hint and allows his lips to linger against your clit with a harshness your heart could not take. Your toes curl as orgasm reels itself closer and closer.

“Lucifer!” You let out, any other words you wished to say beforehand got caught , your whole back attempts to bear the feeling as it arches upward. It takes a lot of strength in you to avoid sinking into the wall or clumsily bumping against the metal bedframe, but thankfully you are able to do so and slide down by his thighs. You are now well aware of the heat he emanates and the beads of sweat which have formed

As your senses return to you, you shake off Lucifer’s hands

You squeezed him a few times as you rubbed him teasingly

“If I had a toy on me I’d manage to get back at you right now.”

It was now his turn to let out a groan, “Should I consider myself to be lucky, then?”

“At my mercy even.” You lift his chin to kiss him tenderly, with your eyes closed you do not notice his eyebrows shift as you align your thumb right at the tip.

“…At your mercy even.” He repeats in a conceded whisper so gentle, you felt that his words could caress you. Steadying yourself, you place your hands, now, behind his neck you lean in to kiss him further as you guide his shaft inside of you. His size never fails to outstand you, filling you deep enough that the moans that emerge as your lips play with his almost seems sensationalized.

You sway your hips in a rhythmic manner, thought quite awkward at first, you pick up a pace that felt comfortable.

“Don't move,” you order him, dragging your lips away to bite down on the crook of his neck. He growls in response to the gesture, yet his hands were on your hips making sure you were steady as you bounced. His own brain filled with all sorts of devious thoughts as your warmth and scent continues to envelop him repeatedly.

Mischievously disobeying, his hands explore your body, labouring to deliver you both the pleasures you loved so much. His eyes fall shut trying to focus on his own emotions, his own thoughts. But he can't think of anything, only your lips on his neck, your skin colliding against his, and this heated moment. He could never focus under these circumstances. Why would he anyway? All he wants is you, and your thoughts were just the same.

Your hands drop down, in an attempt to try and pry his hands away from touching you. The creaking of the bed begins to slowly drown out as needy moans and kisses take over.

“Don’t turn down my touches, darling. I am simply asking my master to give more opportunities to worship her.”

You shake your head, responding with an unspoken “no” and failing to hide a smile.

“You’ll give me everything you have, right now?”

“…Anything you desire.”

Lucifer smiles leaning down to kiss you. It was a lot sweeter than you expected— and of course— when you are in love, a couple is bound to have those moments.

You look down at his cock, it which stood out and twitched, as if it had a life of its own. Your own private area reacted, as if longing to feel the way he would fuck you once more.

“I want you, switch with me.” He does instantly without any hesitation. You swiftly find your head laying by the edge of the bed and your legs, which he wrapped around his waist.

He inserts himself into you without much effort, it was too smooth to your liking, but it didn't matter. His thrust were gentle but his pants were heavy. He was holding back for your sake, but today you needed more than that.

Remembering your failed attempts to enact your secret revenge against him, you pettily grip his ass, feeling the almost moldable softness of his skin as he plows into you desperately.

“Thrust it harder, Lucifer.”

At this point steam was emitting from both of your colliding bodies, you try your best not to sound like you were begging as you gripped his behind, not caring whether they'd leave scratches by the end of the day.

Obeying you well, he repositions the both of you so he could slam farther into you, the sound of skin clapping becomes more intense at an instant. You continue to pray that the bed you were both using had enough strength to hold both of you up with how aggressive you both were becoming. Deep thrusts accompanied by harsh marks that are sure to bruise for the next days to come, lust-filled gazes, and heaving breaths that cause the room to become hotter and hotter— it was practically animalistic the way you two desired each other.

“Am I to you satisfaction, my love? My cock? My voice? …My fingers?”

Unable to keep his hands in one place, his fingers find their way back to your bud as if it were magnetized to the delectable moans you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Do you perhaps need help stifling those moans from how excited you feel?”

You don’t give a coherent response. You simply keep a hand by the back of his neck, keeping his upper body in place while the other continues to grope him, holding on to feel the movement of his lower body.

“How nice of you to offer, my love.” You shove your tongue into his mouth, it never fails to amaze you how insane his way of pleasuring you was.

It was then that you felt him twitching inside of you, signaling his climax nearing you try to push his fingers away from playing with your clit, but it was as if they would latch onto them further if you did.

“Lucifer please, I want to cum with you!” Your voice was whiny this time around, making you lose face completely.

“Don’t worry, darling. You will.”

As he spoke, a climax arrives against your will. You felt a bit shy to sound like a lost puppy at this very moment. For Lucifer, you reaction to unexpected feelings was worth getting off to. It was beautiful in and of itself.

You swear you can hear his grunts become more and more monstrous. But rather than slowing down or stopping, his fingers didn’t let up even after you came. Tears begin to form in your eyes and your nails claw at his back in hopes of keeping your mind in tact. You were blushing crazily as your brain tries to pick up every single feeling that your senses received, you can only focus on his body warmth and how slick his skin was with sweat.

“Do it again, MC. I want to see the faces you tried so hard to hide in my class. Properly this time.”

Jumbled words leave your mouth in response, for a moment you couldn’t help but think it was unfair how articulate he seemed to be no matter how disheveled he appeared.

He was close. You could tell he was the moment your eyes land on his which had gradually become wilder and wilder the longer you two went. Now, they were glowing with passion as his thrusts move in a near inhumane speed.

You shared grunts and pants pick up with the pace, you could feel yourself grow dizzy with euphoria as he continues to fiddle his fingers against your practically pitiful clit. In a flash, three of the deepest thrusts he could muster have caused him to release inside you.

He lets out a moan louder than either of you could anticipate, but at this point you forgot to even watch out for anyone or anything that could break you apart from your shared peak.

You cup a weakened hand against his cheek, silently asking Lucifer to keep his eyes on yours before you both smile and shake your heads. Just what kind of mischief were you both getting into?

Lucifer’s eyes and fingers trace the curves of your body for the last time, as if looking at a sculpted masterpiece. His mouth was open, almost as if he was awestruck. It wasn’t long before he spoke up once more:

“I quite enjoyed the show you put on for me earlier in class. If it were up to me you you'd get bonus points in your grade.”

You huffed and pulled away from his gaze, even though you were exhausted, it was always fun to play with him. “You barely looked at my direction being way too focused on the blackboard to notice.”

Lucifer holds a finger to you chin, redirecting your gaze to where it once was, his passion-lit eyes.

“Oh don't worry, I saw everything. In fact, it's quite cute how you tried to hide your discomfort… or… well… your delight, you look so tormented.”

Your surprise was genuine and you could only stammer questionably and blush on how Lucifer had actually seen everything, only assuming his imagination was taking helm at the time.

“The board is enchanted to act as a mirror for all RAD teachers and substitutes to prevent misconduct and cheating.”

You quickly compose yourself your fingers pushing lightly against his chest while pouting.

“You—! You're dirty for using school property for inappropriate matters.” you smile and don't fight to hide your blushing.

“It seems you and I are alike that way.” He gives you a peck on the lips, which you responded to by giving a deeper kiss. Your hand squeezes the inside of Lucifer's thigh, dangerously near his cock which was still relatively sensitive from orgasm yet standing in anticipation for whatever comes next. Cheekily, you decided to squeeze it with just enough pressure to make Lucifer’s mouth gape open and inhale sharply.

“I should teach you a proper lesson for making me go through that in class. Consider it an after school lesson from your favorite student.”

Leaning in closer, the corner of your lips curl into a sly smile.

“…What will it be, Lucifer?”

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Author's Note: I suddenly remembered that Lucifer rigged the chalkboard so he can see what's going on behind him every time he instructs the class so I'm gonna use that as an advantage for him.

[moondrunkhunter]

when the party’s over | n.w. 18+

nancy wheeler x gn!reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DO NOT interact, jealous nancy, drug usage (cannabis), oral (n receiving), alcohol consumption, a few ocs (Wayne & Delilah are based off the protagonists in the Amazon series "Wayne". Ayla is based off Cirilla from the netflix series The Witcher. p.s. I recommend both these shows they are *chefs kiss*), angst, smut (if that wasn't obv), possessive nancy, thigh riding, reader gets slapped and pushed, minimal editing (if you notice any mistakes... no you don't :) bottom!nancy, Top!reader

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go smoke, I’ll be right back.” You whispered into Nancy’s ear as she chatted with some friends from her classes. She nodded and smiled kindly, her eye’s trailing after you as you headed to the back of the house.

By then you’d forgotten whose house you were in all you knew was that it was overwhelmingly crowded and reeked of booze. you walked through the kitchen and out towards the back yard where a few people you recognized were gathered around a bonfire, Robin waved you over with a delighted grin and you chuckled as you pushed the backdoor open, just then you noticed a woman with ashen blonde hair cradling her knees and sniffling with her face buried behind her legs.

You paused on the way out of the admittedly impressive enclosed porch reasoning with yourself as you hesitated in your step before turning on your heel with a displeased sigh. You couldn’t very well just pretend not to see her huddled in the corner curled in on herself so you walked towards her, your steps light, you stopped a few feet away and crouched down in front of her, whoever she was.

Unsure of how to approach the situation and truthfully a bit anxious and begrudging to interrupt the woman’s tears you tapped her shoe softly with your index finger. She flinched, her head popping up to reveal watery emerald eyes, the low light and her slowly dilating pupils made them look even deeper, as if you could fall right in.

She was pale and wearing an aquamarine long sleeve pulled over her thumbs, the only darkness about her was the sadness in her eyes and her neatly kept dark eyebrows. “What?”

Your eyebrows shot up at the venom in her tone. Okay so maybe she was darker on the inside rather than the out. You gathered yourself and cleared your throat before speaking as she avoided your gaze her stare hard and when her eyes did lock with yours she looked terribly bothered and insipid. “You okay?”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Does it look like I’m okay? Actually, I’m amazing nothing says I’m having fun like crying alone at a party.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Sassy, I like that.” you smirked before gesturing with a finger to your chest and introducing yourself. “What’s your name?”

The woman untucked her arms from around her knees and brought them to rest across her chest as her heels slid, lowering her guard slightly. “Ayla.” She answered shortly.

Your knees grew tired of your crouched position so you lowered yourself so you were sitting on the cold wood in front of her. “Nice to meet you, Ayla.” You watched her brush her long ashen hair behind her ears a hint of color blazing her cheeks at the sound of her name on your tongue. “Why are you crying? And please don’t tell me it’s over a boy.”

Ayla avoided eye contact and you sighed knowing the answer by her avoidance. You dusted off your pants as you rose to your feet.

“If he’s making you cry he doesn’t deserve your tears.” You mutter and offer your hand to the girl. She takes it.

“Do you smoke?” you asked her as you began leading her to the backdoor but not before you shrugged off your zip-up hoodie and threw it over her shoulders. She nodded. “Good, let me introduce you to some friends of mine, they’ll make you forget all about whatever douchebag you were crying over. You smirked at the girl and it widened into a grin as you saw a small smile graced her lips as she wiped at her cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.

You held the door open for her and followed closely behind introducing her to Robin, Eddie, Wayne, and his girlfriend Delilah. You offered Ayla the last open seat which she gratefully took as you started chatting with your friends, being sure to include her in the conversation. Soon enough she was giggling at your jokes and antics, her head light as a cloud. Robin gazed at you with amusement as you went out of your way to entertain the new girl despite your natural introversion.

Robin grabs Ayla’s attention as she passes the joint to her while you roll a blunt on your rolling tray. “What’s your major?” She asks the blonde. you perk up, looking up at the girl from your seat on the dirt as you lick the edge of the tobacco leaf.

“International Relations, With a minor in Communications.” Ayla replied confidently and you smiled softly as you sealed the blunt.

“So she’s a politician, nice.” You replied appreciatively.

She smirked and shrugged as she hit the joint before passing it to you. You inhaled from it letting it hang between your lips as you took fire to seal the blunt you just rolled before passing it to Del (delilah) to light and add to the rotation.

“What about you?” Ayla asked Robin as she tugged your black hoodie tighter around her petite frame.

“Film.” Robin answered shortly as she kicked at a rock in the dirt.

You smirked before the blonde turned to you her eye’s indicating she wanted your answer as well.

“I’m a Criminal Justice major.” You answered your voice raspy from all the smoke as you stared at the bonfire enraptured.

“Lawyer?” Ayla asked.

“Criminologist.” You answered with ease.

Ayla turned to Eddie and he grinned sheepishly. “Dropout.” He stated with a shrug.

Wayne answered Criminal Justice as well, and Del answered Social Work.

The conversation flowed smoothly and soon you found yourself high out of your mind and complaining about the numbness in your asscheeks. Ayla rolled her eyes and stood up mumbling something about taking her chair and some other words you couldn’t hear. You took the offered seat and sighed in relief before the blonde plopped down into your lap and the conversation continued to flow.

…

About an hour later Nancy was sober and tired searching for you in the front yard after calling your phone to no avail. She headed to the back and her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of you with another woman perched in your lap. You were facing away from her but Robin caught her intense glare and her eyes widened. “Y/N, I think Nance is looking for you.” She slapped your thigh one too many times in warning, your head that was lolled back shot upwards as you lifted the blonde from your lap and rose to your feet.

“Nancy?” You asked Robin and she nodded.

Just then you felt a tug on your sleeve and you turned to lock eyes with a disgruntled Nancy.

She eyed you for a moment, scanning your features, before rolling her own eyes, easily able to tell you were high out of your mind, her glare shifted to the blonde.

“Who are you?” The brunette questioned quite rudely her eyes zoning in on the oversized, and admittedly expensive, black hoodie draped over the blonde’s shoulders, her lip nearly curling up in a sneer.

“Hey, hey. Be nice.” You mumbled your eyes half-lidded and red. “Nancy, this is Ayla, my new friend. Ayla this is Nancy my… uh.”

The two of you never managed to put a label on just what type of relationship you two shared so it was no one’s surprise when you hesitated.

“We’re leaving.” Nancy demanded.

You nodded softly as she tugged down on your collar bringing you down to her height as she rose on her tiptoes to reach your ear whispering, “We’ll talk about this in the car.” She let your collar go and held out her hand as you straightened up.

You stared at her blankly, your cheeks heating up as you reached into your front pocket and pulled out your car keys dropping them into her palm. Nancy’s eyes shifted back towards the blonde, looking her up and down. Nancy’s blue eyes lingered on your hoodie draped over the blonde’s shoulders. “You wouldn’t mind giving that back would you?”

Ayla gulped before shrugging the hoodie off. Nancy took it from the girl’s hands with a tight-lipped polite smile. “Thanks, It was nice to meet you.” She turned back to you and tossed the hoodie into your chest. “Grab your shit and let’s go.”

You barely caught your hoodie shrugging it back on as the brunette strutted away, hips swaying as she walked. Eddie snorted before the entire group broke out into a fit of laughter. You groaned as you shoved your rolling tray and weed in your book bag snatching your blunt from a bent at the waist Robin who was laughing hysterically. “Shut up dicks.” You pouted and threw your bookbag onto your back.

“Y/N’s in trouble.” Wayne snickered, you flipped him the bird as the group fell into another fit of laughter.

You turned towards the blonde who was smirking slightly.

“I’m sorry about that, It was really nice to meet you, I’ll see you around campus, yeah?”

She nodded, waving off your apology. “Don’t worry about it, if you were mine I’d want to keep you on a leash as well.” The blonde ruffled your hair as you pouted.

“I am not on a leash.” You argued, causing Delilah to snort.

Nancy, standing in the distance watching you hover, jingled the keys above her head. “Let’s go!” She demanded impatiently, jarring you into action as you stumbled over your feet and jogged off toward the brunette.

Leaving Eddie behind you with his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog mocking you and once again making the rest of the group burst into laughter.

You groaned in embarrassment, your cheeks hot as you caught up to the brunette as she walked to where you parked your car. You tugged the door open for her before rounding to the passenger seat to sit down. She reached across and propped the door open for you even in her state of irritation. When you were safely inside she locked the doors and stared blankly out the window making no move to start the car.

The silence was tense and you shifted in your seat with your lips pursed shut afraid to further aggravate the brunette. You heard her sniff the air before she growled and rolled down the windows. “You smell like her.” She mumbled. Your eyes widened as you lifted your shirt to your nose not smelling anything so you lifted your hoodie and sure enough there was a hint of vanilla lingering on the fabric.

“‘M sorry.” you muttered, though it sounded more like a question, your high brain not comprehending the gravity of the situation. Nancy scoffed at your apology, shoved the key in and started the car not even looking at you.

“For what?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“I…” You hesitated.

“I thought so.” She chuckled dryly as she rested her elbow on the open window and leaned her head into the palm of her left hand.

You rolled your eyes and let out a huff of your own as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re mad or are you gonna keep being a passive aggressive brat.” You confronted after a few minutes of pure silence. All this tension was ruining your high.

.

Nancy shook her head, her eyebrows rising as her jaw clenched. “Shut up.” she commanded.

“No.” You retorted, your friends teasing driving you to press on. “Why are you even upset, hmm? Is it because of Ayla?”

Nancy inhaled slowly, an attempt to steady her racing heart. She was becoming aggravated. “You know why I’m upset, if not you must be dumber than I thought.”

You scoffed, and nodded your head slowly. “Pull over,” you demanded, voice rough.

Nancy rolled her eyes and kept driving.

“I said, pull over the fucking car.” You stated firmly.

“No. You’re stoned.”

“Nancy, I swear to god if you don’t pull over I will jump out while it’s still moving.”

Nancy turned to eye you incredulously, but upon seeing the dead look on your face she sighed and relented.

You climbed out of the car and slammed the door shut. You were on that long two way road surrounded by forest on all sides. You started walking, the chilled night air brushing against your cheeks as you walked at a fast pace.

“Y/N, just get back in the car!” Nancy cried out from the open window, nearly whining.

“Tell me what I did wrong.” You called back.

Nancy’s jaw clenched, the hot ball of fury in her stomach burst as she climbed out of your car and jogged after you, her hair blowing in the breeze.

“You don’t get to be upset.” Nancy claimed as she grabbed your wrist tightly. “She was sitting in your lap for fuck’s sake, She was all over you, I can still smell her perfume on you right now.”

Nancy crossed her arms as goosebumps rose on her skin, she tried her best to shield herself from the cold. You watched her carefully.

“And she was wearing your clothes. Who is she? How long have you known her, have you two been… Are you…” She trailed off and you shrugged your hoodie off attempting to wrap it around her shivering frame.

She, without thinking, pushed you away. Her hands shoved your chest making you stumble as she tossed the hoodie to the floor. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She questioned, her eyes wild and accusatory.

“I’m sorry for trying to help.” You grumbled snatching your hoodie up dusting it off before throwing the material over your shoulder.

“You aren’t helping! Tell me, have you and Anna–”

“Ayla.” You corrected and Nancy lost it.

The usually cool and collected brunette’s pupils dilated in fury. Her cheeks grew red and then her hand rose, a pale blur was all you caught in your peripheral before your head whipped to the right.

your left cheek was stinging, ear ringing, and your eyes watering as you cupped the side of your face her hand had just come across. The skin burning hot under your touch as she shook her hand out, her eyes wide as she trembled from the cold and adrenaline, astounded by her own actions.

She cradled her sore hand in her other squeezing it to apply pressure to the sting. You turned back to look at her, your eyes darkened, your cheek caught between your teeth, something you only did when you were… unsettled. Heart pounding and jaw clenched your own madness bubbling to the surface as the earth fell silent.

No words were exchanged, the silence stiff in the air. Nancy’s lips fell open, her plan? To utter a much deserved apology but you never gave her the chance and that look on your face made her cower… on the inside of course but cower nonetheless. A sudden jerk from you startled her enough to make her flinch.

You pounced, like a panther.

Your hands cupped her cheeks as you planted a harsh kiss on her lips forcing your tongue into her mouth as you pulled her into you. Nancy’s legs nearly gave out from under her but you kept her pressed tightly to your front walking her backwards until her back met the door of your car.

You finally pulled away from the kiss with a sigh as you kept her pinned to the side of the car. her chest heaved under the material of her short dress. “I just met her tonight. She was crying so I wanted to make her feel better.” You took the time to explain before attaching your lips to the brunette’s neck.

“Sh-fuck. she was sitting, your lap, why?” Nancy struggled to form a coherent sentence as you slipped a leg between her thighs.

“I was sitting on the ground and my ass started to hurt so she offered the seat, I didn’t know she was gonna sit in my lap and I wasn't thinking. ‘M sorry.” You apologized with a pout before running your teeth over her carotid reveling in the tachycardia you could feel against your wet lips.

Nancy let her head loll back as a breathy moan left her lips, her panties dampening as she grinded on your thigh,

“Hoodie?” She asked and you rolled your eyes, a low grumble rumbling your throat. Journalism majors and all their questions.

“I don’t know Nancy, the girl was cold and crying i was trying to comfort her, fuck. If I’d known you’d be this pissed I’d have left her alone.”

Nancy hummed as she rubbed herself just right on top of your thigh. You pulled away and reached around her tugging the door she was pressed against open and jarring her in the process.

Nancy pouted. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark under the street lamp as she glared at you before walking under your arm and climbing into the driver’s seat.

You sat in the passenger and breathed as you eyed her. Her pale thighs pressed tightly together as she shifted the car into drive and pulled back onto the road. “My apartment?” You asked and she nodded curtly.

“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight after seeing that girl hanging all over you, you are out of your mind.”

Nancy dragged you by the sleeve of your shirt into your apartment, whipping you over to the couch in one fluid motion before she straddled your thighs and cupped your cheeks with her cold fingers attaching her lips to yours as she grinded into your lap humming her delight.

Your hands found her exposed thighs rubbing the smooth skin gripping at the plump flesh as you met her passion with ferocity. You swallowed her moans eagerly as your fingers ran beneath the hem of her dress.

The brunette hummed then took hold of your wrists and dragged your wandering hands around to her ass. She’d never admit it aloud but she loved the feeling of your long fingers squeezing at the mounds of flesh.

She never had to admit it of course, cause you already knew.

Your hands tightened around the flesh, your nails digging deliciously into the pale globes and thin cotton just how she liked. Your grip forced her hips forward as her lips tore away from yours with a soft moan, her back arched. Your eyes fell to the string of saliva connecting her lips to your own before they zeroed in on her swollen pink lips, her breath fanning across your face, warm and fruity.

“So pretty.” The praise fell from your lips with ease.

Nancy’s eyes slid shut as she took in a deep inhale through her nose.

You slipped one of your hands lower on her ass until your fingers grazed her panty-clad core.

“You still smell like her.” Nancy whined as her pretty blue eyes connected with your’s.

You hummed in acknowledgment a slick smirk gracing your swollen lips. “Yeah? How about we change that then?” You mumbled.

Nancy met you with a smirk of her own, her eyes full of jealousy and something more carnal. The brunette stepped off of your lap and gestured with her eyes for you to get on the floor.

You slid from your seat until your ass met the oak flooring of your apartment. You leaned back against the foot of your sofa and rested your head on the cushions with a lazy smirk.

Nancy rolled her eyes as she slid her wet panties down her legs before stepping forward, her legs on either side of your body. When she was within reach your hands found the back of her thighs as she bunched up the skirt of her dress, her knees pressing into the couch cushion on either side of your head as you let your mouth fall open practically drooling at the sight of her slick cunt pretty and pink as she gripped the back of the couch with one hand. The other moved to lace her fingers through your hair tugging you into position and forcing a moan from your lips as you stuck your tongue out just in time for her wet cunt to meet your open mouth.

A desperate moan left the brunette's lips as she began riding your face, fuelled by her own possessiveness. She wasn’t polite about it, she was using you for her own pleasure and you were loving every second of it as her pussy rubbed against your tongue.

You stiffened the wet muscle and penetrated her with practiced ease causing her grip to tighten in your hair as her back arches. “Oh! Fuck!” She cried out as you curled your tongue to brush against the rough patch inside of her.

You placed your hands on her lower and mid back for support as she arched into your tongue. You licked and slurped up everything she had to offer until her thighs were trembling against your ears, her moans shaky and desperate as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably the closer you worked her toward the edge.

You opened your eyes to get a good look at her and what you saw made your eyes roll back as a groan rumbled from your chest up your throat.

She was perfection if you ever saw it, her slight frame flushed from her chest up, her lip caught temptingly between her teeth. Her head leaned against her forearm, her stomach clenched over and over whenever you brought your tongue out of her entrance and laved her clit. her chest heaved as she tossed her head back letting out a loud moan as she tugged on your hair again her eyes rolling back, your name rolling off her tongue.

“mine.” you heard her whisper as her fingers scratched soothingly at your scalp realizing how tightly she had been gripping the strands. You rolled your eyes and pressed your mouth into her harder just to hear her breath leave her lungs.

She didn’t disappoint. a gasp caught in her throat as she felt you suck her clit into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. “… god. you’re too good at this…” She whimpered breathlessly.

You hummed in acknowledgement of what she said, the buzz sent a shiver down her spine. “…oh, please!” She whimpered.

You smirked, realizing just how close to the edge she actually was. She got like this, needy and pleading the closer she got to cumming. It was your favorite part. a privilege to experience, even more of a privilege to make fun of afterwards.

The way her cheeks would flush red as she put her head down hiding behind her hair and tried to kick or slap at you to get you to stop.. Or better yet, when she’d bother you too much in one day while you’re out with her usual group of friends. Then when you went to make fun of her sounds, her whimpers, she’d flush like a firetruck, immediately shriek, and slap a hand over your mouth, or chest whatever was in reach really while scolding you and telling you to ‘cut it out.’

You were distracted. You knew she could tell, she’s always been perceptive in that way.

You gasped at the feeling of a harsh tug on your hair. pain emanating down your spine, pleasure boiling in your core.

“Focus, please.” Nancy demanded breathlessly.

Her eyes dark and desperate, her eyebrows pinched.

You nodded and did as she asked. You tilted your head back and slipped your tongue into her entrance again letting the brunette use her canting hips and your nose to stimulate her clit while you focused on massaging her walls and lapping straight from the fountain.

“Oh!” She cried, her face scrunching in the way that it only does when she was on the brink. You could do this all night long, you were in your own little piece of heaven, just surrounded by everything Nancy.

She tasted like peaches, everything about her sweet like syrup and bitter like liquor. Entirely intoxicating. You pulled out again and lapped at her folds shifting from flicking to sucking at her swollen pink clit, your fingers plunging into her in one smooth motion the mixture of her arousal and your saliva making her walls slick and forgiving despite the abrupt intrusion.

She cried out. her thighs trembled as her hand slapped against the couch cushion before her fingers tightened around the material gripping at it for dear life. her spine curled into a perfect arch that you wished you could see but you settled for trailing the fingers of your unoccupied hand down the indent of her spine.

Your fingers scissored inside of her stretching her and brushing against her walls demandingly. Her pussy stuttered against your face, and pulsed around your fingers. tightening, impossibly so.

you sucked and licked at her cunt so perfectly, your fingers stretching her just how she liked. “I’m c-close.” She breathed softly as her thighs trembled along with her words.

Her voice was soft like rain and hot like a sauna when it hit your ears.

you shifted your arm from behind her. her knees dug deeper into the sofa cushions as she rode your face like it was her job. your hand slipped beneath her dress to rub at her abdomen, crawl across her waist and up her ribs before settling on her breast. your long fingers slipped beneath the cup of her bra and caught her nipple between your middle and ring finger rolling it as you gripped at her breast.

Nancy’s hand shot up to cup your hand in her own over the material of her dress and bra keeping your hand firmly in place her fingers squeezing atop yours forcing your own pliable hand to do the same underneath hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she rolled her hips over your face harder and faster. “Oh- fuck.” her voice trembled and pitched.

You moaned at the telltale signs of her release coming to a head. her walls clamping around your fingers hot and dripping onto your cheeks and chin, her demanding hold on your hand that was gripping her breast, her panting breaths and arched spine, her soft breathy moans that you knew would turn feral and heated any second now.

You curled your fingers precisely inside of her as you pulled them out only to shove them back in. her walls clamped around you. Your forearm strained as did her voice. she let out an abrupt, loud, and whiny moan.

“Fuck! Right there!” She panted between moans of your name.

as your fingers kept hitting that same spot your tongue flicked and sucked at her clit. Nancy rocked her hips desperately as her moans grew in volume and succession, your name falling from her lips frantic and hot.

Your eyes widened as her’s slid shut her jaw dropping and her hand coming to grip the back of your head pressing you closer to her. Your eyes are dark. her scent is heady and intoxicating just like her taste. Your fingers are drenched and slipping in and out with no resistance. you were utterly enraptured. Held.

When her head tilted forward and her eyes fluttered open, crossed at first, before they focused on your own. Her baby blues hazy and wide as her lips opened in a demand. “More.”

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure before you pulled your fingers out of her slipping your third finger in by itself to get it wet. Her pussy welcomed it easily. You meddled inside of her before slipping the finger out as her grip tightened in your hair, her patience running thin as it usually did. you shoved three fingers inside of her slowly but firmly filling her. scissoring them to create enough space in her grasping molten heat.

She gasped her eyebrows scrunching up her cheeks flushed her lips swollen and red from her chewing on them.

“Like that?” You asked smugly.

Nancy nodded frantically before removing her hands from your hair and trailing them down your face before shoving two fingers into your ajar lips. Your eyes squeeze shut as you gag slightly at the intrusion, her slender fingers pressing down on your tongue.

You toss your head back and relax your throat as she begins fucking her fingers in and out of your mouth at the same time you are filling her pussy with three of yours. “mine.” she whispered possessively as her gaze held yours

You fuck into her harder your fingers curling and stretching almost wildly as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on her dainty fingers. Nancy groaned, her stomach clenching and unclenching.

You nipped at her fingers when her eyes fluttered shut drawing her gaze back to yours. “I-ungh…” She interrupts herself with a grunt as the sensations overwhelm her your cheeks hollowing around her fingers as she pins your tongue down. or so she thought until your tongue twitched before sliding between her fingers and around each one over and under, “fuck, you’re talented.” she panted as your fingers kept up their rough pace while your tongue laved at her digits.

You smirked curling your fingers inside of her sopping wet pussy harshly and repeatedly causing the brunette to quake and tremble her fingers hastily slipping out of your mouth as her pussy came to rest back over your lips her saliva slick fingers reached down to part her folds for you in a ‘v’ as she settled her clit back on your tongue shakily. You then watched her hesitate before taking the fingers into her own mouth. You groaned against her cunt your own hips arching up at the erotic display as you sucked her clit between your lips and pounded your fingers into her spot over and over until she was a moaning, grunting mess.

Repeated pleas fell from her lips alongside your name. mumbled around her own fingers before she slipped them from her mouth and gripped the head of the couch as her high crashed through her, she stiffened atop you, still and silent, her jaw slackened, her fingers turned white from the force of her grip on the cushion her other hand fell back to your head to hold you in place. She swayed as she finally cried out. her back arched, she pressed her pussy further into your mouth, and her thighs threatened to clamp around your head like a vice. Then came the shivers. her jaw clenched shut again as she all but growled out her ecstasy. she picked her movements back up her hips canting wantonly against your face painting you in her slick, filthy and divine.

The shivers wracked her body. like rain to the surface of the ocean she trembled with each flick of your tongue against her clit, gasping and whining when your suction never let up. The grip in your hair began to pull, attempting to separate you from what you deemed to be your own life force. you slipped your fingers from her hot cunt, covered in her cum wrinkled and wet to the touch, and wrapped your arms around her thighs like a vice pinning her to your face as you gathered your own limbs beneath you.

You planted your sneakers firmly into the hardwood before carefully flipping your positions so the brunette could rest against the couch. you pulled away for a mere second and smirked devilishly up at her before you let your eyes fall to her swollen pink cunt. her clit twitched under your scrutiny.

Relief crossed your lover's face as you pulled away to examine her. her slender fingers stroking through your hair affectionately. Her relief was short-lived as was her affection.

You let your tongue fall out of your mouth and lapped at the bundle of nerves as Nancy tried to squirm away, her voice whiny and high pitched as she spoke your name.

“…Baby, please. I can’t—”

You wouldn’t hear it. You took the fingers that had been inside of her and shoved them into her mouth pressing down on her tongue much like she did to you minutes ago. A glint in your eye that projected your bad intentions.

Her eyes squeezed shut as her throat tightened around the tips of your manicured digits as she spluttered and gagged. you settled your supporting fingers around her jaw as you lapped at her cunt with a flat tongue. You began to slowly thrust the fingers in and out of her swollen pink lips at a steady pace groaning as she finally caught up to your actions and began sucking on the fingers as you lapped at her cunt and thighs cleaning her up. when you finished you pulled away kneeling at her feet and rested your head against her thigh as you brought the digits out of her mouth and to your own smirking around them as you sucked her saliva and what was left of her arousal from your fingers like you just finished a feast.

“Oh god.”

You removed the fingers from your mouth and ran them down your neck before letting your hand fall limply to your own thigh. you rested against her until she came back down to earth and she… she watched, observantly as a lazy smile graced your face and your red eyes slid shut your cheeks smeared with her arousal, your chin dripping with it. “What do I smell like now?” You asked opening one eye as your peered up at the brunette before rising to your full stature only to bend at the waist and hover, no, loom over her letting your scent waft towards her as you adjusted her thighs till they were closed and fixed her dress. You straddled Nancy carefully, your long arms boxing her in on the plush sofa.

Nancy wrapped her arms around your neck to draw you in for a kiss but you stopped short tilting your head forty-five degrees your eyes dark and warm as you gazed at the brunette expectantly.

She rolled her eyes as her fingers played with the baby hairs at the back of your neck. She leaned forward and grazed her nose against the skin of your neck.

You couldn’t fight the shiver that ran through you at the feeling of her breath on your skin, her nose warm from her flush as it grazed against your sensitive skin.

Nancy sniffed softly only smelling herself the vanilla perfume of the stranger, a mere basis of your now pleasant musk. The brunette sighed, contentedly pecking the skin before leaning back to slouch against the couch with satisfaction written across her features. She smiled softly before a giggle bubbled up in her throat.

“You smell like sex.” She breathed her voice airy and raspy from all the noise making.

You smirked and cupped her jaw drawing her into an affectionate kiss tonguing her down before releasing her and stepping off the couch. “Shower?”

“Not just yet. C’mere.” Nancy pouted, making ‘grabby’ hands at you causing you to chuckle as you settled beside her and let her crawl into your lap burying her face in your neck.

You sighed content to rest here with her for a moment… but you should’ve known. You should’ve seen the possession still lingering in her gaze. but you didnt, so when her lips sealed around your throat and her teeth dug sharply into the skin, when she applied strong suction to the front of your neck just beside your windpipe you were caught off guard and consequently you grew lightheaded.

“Ah!” you cried out as she marked your skin harshly.

You felt her lips pull up in what you could only assume was pride as she muffled her pleasure at the sound she drew from your throat with another love bite just centimeters removed from the last.

You gripped her hips hard, letting her work through her possession and insecurities in her own way, not complaining once as she stripped you and marked your entire torso with constellations of her claim over you.

A/N: thanks for waiting, and thanks for reading

[ali3nboyfriend]

a while back i was looking around for mods that give companions very subtle visual tweaks. i didn't want stuff that turned astarion into edward cullen, but i'd seen a few around that made minor edits to them that made their designs, in my opinion, just ever so slightly more interesting.

below the cut are my findings, some of which are illustrated above! the most major ones are total edits to karlach's face; the rest are hair changes, texture changes, and other small things.

KARLACH

Early Access Karlach - changes Karlach's face model to be more like her early access version. has optional dreads.

Karlach's Glowing Horns - makes the text on Karlach's horns glow and pulse. theoretically compatible with any mods that edit Karlach's face.

Datamined Karlach - another face mod, replaces Karlach's face with a datamined version. there are optional other edits to her eyes and hair.

Euphrosyne - Karlach Edits - various edits to Karlach's face and hair.

WYLL

Wyll's Devil Form - the OG and what got me interested in finding and compiling mods like this in the first place. edits Wyll post-transformation to look more like a tiefling/devil.

Wyll's True Bloostone Eye - makes Wyll’s eye actually a bloodstone. imho this makes it pop way better.

EOW - Romantic Long Hair for Wyll - gives Wyll long dreads. compatible with Devil Form but you have to install the provided patch mod from the Devil Form page.

Portraits for Romantic Long Hair for Wyll - updates Wyll’s portrait to match the long hair mod.

Terpsichore - Wyll Edits - various edits to Wyll's face, hair, and clothes.

ASTARION

That Unsightly Mole - A Very Subtle Astarion Edit - makes Astarion’s mole slightly more prominent and optionally gives him white eyelashes. i am honestly obsessed with how it ages him.

Astarion's Earrings - earrings for Astarion. these are wearables and can be put in either the underwear slot or the helmet slot.

Astarion's Glasses - cute little grandpa glasses for Astarion. these are fucking adorable. requires Appearance Edit Enhanced.

Astarion's Gear - adds outfit and armor options specifically made for Astarion. admittedly this only technically follows the theme of this list, but I'm including it because I do really like these clothes for him.

LAE'ZEL

Alt Lae'zelhawk - Hair Replacer - gives Lae’zel an undercut based off of this fanart.

Lae'zel Makeup Edits - various makeup edits for Lae’zel. the one that removes her eye makeup is the one i'm using in the screencap up top. it REALLY does something for her eyes.

GALE

Gale's Wizardly Updo - tbh this + the slightly older Gale mod are the only ones you need installed in your game ever. gives Gale a manbun.

Slightly Older (And Disheveled) Gale - exactly what it says on the tin. really gives Gale a little something i think he was missing before.

Unique Starter Robes for Gale and Camp Robes for Gale - makes Gale's starting armor more unique. the camp robes mod is the same set of robes, but as his camp clothes instead.

Gale's Concept Art Armor - gives Gale an armor set based off his concept art.

SHADOWHEART

More Prominent Scars for Shadowheart - exactly what it says. there's a few different options as far as visibility and placement of her scars.

Shadowheart Hair Tweak - tweaks Shadowheart's hair to make it look less like a helmet. there's some options that only affect her bangs or her sides.

Asymmetrical Shadowheart Concept Outfit - gives Shadowheart the armor from her concept art.

Shadowheart's Tattoos - gives Shadowheart the tattoos from her concept art. made to go with the armor listed above.

Shadowheart Makeup Remover - takes off Shadowheart’s makeup. same as I feel with Lae'zel, this really does something for her eyes.

MISC.

these are not in the same genre as the previous mods, but felt worth mentioning for making companions feel a little more alive.

More Camp Idles For Wyll And Astarion - gives Wyll and Astarion more idle animations in camp.

Astarion's Hairbrush Replacer - goes w the previous mod. gives Astarion a wide-toothed comb instead of a bristle brush so he doesn't damage his POOR FUCKING CURL PATTERN.

More Reactive Companions - makes companions in general more reactive by adding in banter lines you normally only get while playing as them.

[iamnotyourgodsherald]

The Full Dragon Age: The Veilguard Fanfic: A Great Night

Oh my gods, this was a huge labor of love. I loved writing this thing! Every second of it. Now, all the chapters have been edited, fixed and put into one big post. (Btw a fun fact, this thing is 69 pages long lmao.) Please enjoy my fanfic! Tell me how you like it!

As Always, This Fanfic is 18+ No Minors! Reader Discretion is Advised.

Chapter 1.

Contains: Heavy Flirting, Sexual and Romantic Tension, Soft Moments, Breaking into A Library, Combat, Magic, Heavy Making Out, Neck Biting, Hair Grabbing, Shy Moments and Tense Moments.

“This is stupid.”

“It’ll be fine. Quit messing with your tie! You’ll mess up my hard work!” I laughed.

“I look like… My cousin.” Lucanis said with a sigh.

I looked back into the mirror, staring at us and admired the handsome men standing before it with a very satisfied grin.

I started fixing up part of my long curly hair, tucking in some loose black strands. I then placed a gold bow towards the ends of my hair, making it into a loose ponytail. I watched the light catch the bluish tints of my black hair and make it pop and brighten. Lucanis’s hair almost seemed to glow with a slight purpleish tint in the candle light, the spark dancing on the tips that were slicked back against the side of his head.

I went out to Treviso the day before and got us nice looking outfits to wear on our night out from a tailor who owed me a favor. I was very specific with my wants, and Creators, did he deliver. Both outfits were lightweight but durable, and beautiful to look at.

I had a white shirt with gold detailings on the ruffles that ran down my chest and at the end of my arms. The shirt opened, exposing a bit of my chest and upper stomach. My gold face tattoos were almost glittering in the light reflected in the mirror.

Lucanis has a plain black shirt with purple details around the collar and the edges of the sleeves. He had it buttoned up all the way and tucked it inside of his pants, looking dashing and poised. A small purple tie hung down from his collar, swaying a bit with his movement. His dark eyes danced around the mirror. They never seemed to take a break from searching, never not moving.

Both of us were wearing black leather pants, with a thin black belt around our waist. Lucanis insisted on them so we could stow our weapons during the evening. Understandable compromise. He, however, lined his entire belt with small knives. And two daggers at his side.

I just had some poison vials and two daggers hanging off of my side. I did argue that that many knives were unnecessary but Lucanis said you could never have too many.

I chose to let it be and just let him do what made him more comfortable. After all, I wanted him to have a good time tonight. I just wished he didn’t look like a walking armory while we were out.

He does deserve a break after two months of working. I figured I should be the one to ask him on this night out, since we had been working closely with each other. We would have had more company but Taash kept calling it a date and refused to come and Davrin just gave me a small smirk when I asked him to come along followed by him saying: “Have fun with Lucanis.”

I shook their words and sly expressions from my head and just continued my smile towards Lucanis. After all, this was not a date. It's a simple night out.

“Your cousin has good taste in fashion then!” I said with a smirk.

“I am glad he is not here to hear you say that.”

Lucanis scoffed and continued to mess with the tie. I just sighed and turned him towards me.

“Let me fix it.” I huffed, my hands twitching as I smelled his cologne on him. “I thought you would be used to ties. You are always so nicely dressed.”

Lucanis jolted a bit as I touched him, his dark eyes watching me extremely close, but slowly put his hands down as I fixed his tie.

“Is this night out really necessary? We have work to do.” Lucanis yawned, blinking his dark eyes slowly. “Besides, I need coffee…”

“We deserve a break. Come on, I know you aren’t sociable, buuuttt it might be nice! To get out and enjoy Treviso! We haven’t been home in so long, we should enjoy it while we’re here! Get into trouble! Get some drinks! Tear it up!”

“Treviso has been torn up enough.” Lucanis said bluntly, before gently grabbing my shoulders. “If you think this is wise, then let's go, but I will keep up my guard. You should as well.”

“Well…” I began, looking into his dark eyes and I almost felt myself melting. “Try to have fun, even on guard. For me, okay?”

I saw Lucanis’s eyes soften as I asked, before Spite flew out of Lucanis’s back and spun towards me.

“Ha! Have fun?! Not this guy. Doesn’t know fun if it STABBED HIM IN THE BACK.”

Lucanis groaned in annoyance and was about to say something but I cut him off, laughing. I then pointed at Spite, walking up to him.

“You. Take a break tonight, alright? Trust me. You’ll get some action. Plenty of action! You won't be bored. Just let Lucanis have some quiet time. Okay?”

Spite growled a bit, looking back at Lucanis before looking back at me.

“You promise? That I won't be bored? Don’t lie to me, Little Crow.” He growled back at me.

“I swear.” I said, smiling back.

He looked back at Lucanis and scoffed before disappearing. Lucanis held his head for a moment before groaning.

“You handle him well. I thought, maybe, he’d prove… too much for you. He proves almost too much for me sometimes.”

“Oh gods no. Nothing is too much for me. Trust me, I can handle the ghast. This one job had me…Well, let's just say I am used to dealing with difficult people.” I said confidently.

Lucanis cracked a small smile. “Good to know.”

I felt my face get slightly hot, and I faced the mirror once more.

“Well look at us! Two handsome men who are about to have a nice night for themselves. Can't wait to see where the night takes us!”

Lucanis just looked in the mirror and sighed defeatedly, walking out of the room.

I laughed and followed right behind him, eager to see my home again.

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This is a bad idea.

No it isn’t, Solas.

The elven gods wreak havoc and you are just-

Getting yelled at by you. I am trying to have fun. More fun than I have had in a while with a guy I like being around. Taking a moment away to enjoy the views and enjoy my life while I still have it.

You won't have a life long if you continue to ignore them.

And I won't have a life at all if I bust my ass all the time, working. I need a break. Just relax for a bit, okay?

“Solas talking to you?” Lucanis spoke up.

I didn’t realize that as we were walking down the streets of Treviso that Lucanis got really close to my ear, whispering into it.

I jolted and blushed from his closeness, tucking some stray hair behind my ear. The tips of my ears feeling hot.

“Y-yes.” I coughed and straightened up, putting on my confident swagger. “A heated discussion, but it’s alright. I'd rather focus on the real world right now. You, especially, are something I’d rather focus on.~”

Lucanis seemed to look away, his face tilting down before facing forward, his thumbs tucked into his belt.

“I cannot be that interesting to you.” he said quietly.

“I’ll have to disagree with you, my friend. You are so handsome and mysterious, I just want to delve into your cavern of secrets.” I purred.

Lucanis only huffed and looked off to the side, walking alongside me. Some people walked by us and smiled. Some I winked at and even blew a kiss to. Some returned them as they walked on past. Others stopped to talk and flirt with us as we traveled into the busy shopping area in Treviso. However, One person stopped us in particular and motioned for us to come into a nearby alleyway and handed me a note. They were wearing dark garb and staying in the shadows, away from any light. The Antivan Crow symbol on the front of the note in fresh black ink.

“Contract.” They said delicately.

“Right now?” I huffed, annoyed.

“They will be in town for a few nights. Do not waste time, Demitrix.” They said, baring teeth. “You are still a Crow.”

Lucanis spoke up. “We will take it.”

The figure then nodded and left quickly. Leaving us to return to the light of the sidewalks lanterns.

“Look, I said no work. This is our rest night. We need a break.”

“I never said I’d do it right now.” Lucanis corrected, his eyes narrowing down at me. “I agreed to your ‘rest night’ and I am not properly dressed for a job. Let’s get this night over with and then I can work on it.”

I looked away, steeling myself against the sting of his words. I then let out a smile and looked at him.

“Whatever you want, Lucanis.”

Although he obviously didn’t see any negative expressions, something about my mannerisms and voice let slip that I was upset, because his eyes seemed to have softened. His body was not as tense as before. I saw his hand twitch but then balled up into a fist and looked forward walking.

“Come. Show me this bar we’re supposed to be going to.”

Shit. How could he tell? I must be slipping. Can't let him see that I was upset. Gotta show him I am unaffected. Focus, Demitrix.

I kept up my charm, pointing out the different places as we walked past.

“Well there's lots of fun little dives around here that could offer a ton of entertainment! This place over here-“

I stopped and turned, Lucanis gone from my side. A quick little search though was enough to see where he was.

Outside of a small library, Lucanis was peeking inside at a small figurine of what looked like a dragon sitting on a rock. I walked over softly to see that the label said “Wyvern”.

“You like Dragons?” I asked gently.

“I love wyverns.” He said with a smile.

Cute.

He then frowned looking at the statue.

“You’re frowning.”

“Because that's a dragon figurine.”

“So?”

“It’s not a wyvern. They don’t even look similar.”

Lucanis’s hands itched for a moment. He looked like he really didn’t like that label, almost painful  for him to see it. I really wanted to make him happy tonight, and I tended to go against my better judgment anyway. I started running into the alleyway right next to the building, a concerned Lucanis following after me.

“Demitrix?!” He yelled following after me. “What are you doing? The bars are-“

“We should fix that label.” I said with a smirk looking for a backdoor. “People are going to think that's a wyvern.”

“Some will, but it is clearly a Dragon. Wyverns don’t look like that. They have little webbed flaps that stick out from their joints that help them glide. They can't fully fly.”

“You really like wyverns.”

“I don’t like wyverns.” He turned to me with the most deadpan expression. “I LOVE wyverns.”

I did find a side door near the end of the building but it was locked.

“Damn. I didn’t bring my lockpicks.”

I looked up the building, and started to scale up the wall, grabbing onto jutted out parts of stone and rock. Lucanis started following after me, cursing under his breath.

“Demitrix! Meirda…” he sighed as I started climbing over the side onto the roof. “Is all this necessary?”

“Sí.” I shot back.

He then paused a moment before chuckling.

“Fine. Let's make it quick.”

We managed to climb up to the roof where we searched for a way in. Lucanis ended up finding an unlocked ceiling hatch and opened it up quietly.

“Quickly. Let's go.”

“How are we getting back out?”

“You’ll see. Go in.”

“I do love mysterious types. So exciting.” I purred.

I jumped down, staying still for a moment to let my eyes adjust to my surroundings. The light from the hatch shone down on me and cast a bit of light around the spot.

Definitely just a standard library after hours. The whole place smelled of old parchment and aged leather. No candles lit and no people around too. I listened for any noises that didn’t come from outside just to see if we were truly alone and once I determined that nobody was here, I signaled Lucanis to come down and he landed right next to me with feline grace.

“This is fun.” I whispered.

Lucanis then shushed me and started walking towards the front, crawling on his hands and knees to keep out of sight from the window.

I climbed up on a nearby bookcase and crouched on the top of it, watching Lucanis from afar. Even as he moved, he was as silent as a mouse. It was very impressive to watch him, especially from the back of him. Though, I need to determine if we could get back out easier with the hatch. I turned to look at the hatch and the height of the bookcases and hopped to the closest one nimbly, staying quiet. When I got back over to it, it looked a bit tall for us to leap back up to it and climb out. Just in case if we need a plan B, I decided to try and look for some lock picks to try and open the back door out of here. Sometimes, people DO have them just to make sure they can get into doors they accidentally lock themselves out of and with some luck, I was hoping I could find some.

I crawled back down and started up towards what I perceived as a counter and started sifting through as I got behind it, feeling for lock picks in the small cupboards.

As I searched, I suddenly felt a body press up against me from behind, pinning me to the cupboards and covering my mouth. I looked up to see Lucanis hunkering down with me, shushing me silently.

I blushed hard and my pants suddenly felt tighter, dirty thoughts filling my head.

“I hear something. Something down below.” He whispered in my ear.

I pulled my mouth away from his hand.

“Lucanis, You can't… just grab my mouth and… press up-“

He silenced me again with his hand, this time holding me tighter against his chest.

“Stop. Talking.”

I shuddered, feeling his hips against mine.

Yes sir~

A light suddenly appeared in the back of the library around the corner where we were hunkered down. A couple of figures walked past the counter with lanterns, wearing the cloaks and outfits of Venatori thugs.

I felt Lucanis’s grip on my mouth tightened, his eyes starting to flicker with purple light. His arm shook with anger. I shook my head to get him to notice me, to stop him from summoning spite, which seemed to work.

He slowly let go of me, and nodded towards them.

“They die.” He whispered softly.

“They die.” I nodded.

We both drew our daggers, sneaking out from behind the counter. Lucanis went to the left side of the library where I went to the right side, watching and following the Venatori nutcases like a wolf stalking its prey. Lucanis positioned himself on the opposite side of me as they searched, watching the two lackeys shine the lantern around, while we were easily avoiding the light.

“I know I heard something.” One of them said.

It was a maskless Venatori, their eyes darting around in fear.

“Why would anyone suspect us here? Or even break into a library? Look, there's obviously no one here, let’s just leave.”

Lucanis slipped some of the small knives into his hand, putting them between his fingers, ready to throw.

I started to move towards them but Lucanis saw me moving closer and put up a hand to get me to wait.

As they walked away from us, that's when he signaled for us to strike.

Lucanis quickly threw his blade into the back of the left one’s neck while I ran up and stuck one of my blades into the right one's back, twisting and covering his exposed mouth with my other hand. While Lucanis’s guy went down easily, the right one whirled around with the lantern, screaming into my hand and swung me around.

“Lucanis! Little help!” I yelled.

Lucanis ran over, ready to throw another knife but the guy reached back and threw me into Lucanis, both of us toppling onto the floor landing on top of each other.

The Venatori however, screamed, before falling over and dropping the lantern.

“Next time, sink your blade deeper!” Lucanis yelled.

“Thanks for the tip, Master Crow!” I yelled back.

We quickly got up, running to the shadows once more as two more came up and into the library, one obviously a mage and another a rogue. The rogue stepped in front of the mage, brandishing daggers, looking around. His eyes, darting around.

“Stay behind me, Sylvia. They are still here.” The rogue spoke quickly.

“They won't be hidden for long.“ Sylvia said.

She swung her staff as it glowed with greenish yellow light and all the candles and torches in the library flickered on with Veilfire.

Fuck.

The rogue saw me first and ran towards me, trying to dual strike me from the front but I brought up both my blades and parried. The hilts of our daggers catching and holding us there.

“You worthless little elf… I’ll cut off your ears and make you scream for death!” He snarled.

“Oh you Venatori really know how to talk dirty~” I purred back.

I shoved myself forward, to knock him off balance, knocking us both into the ground, and barely dodging a shot of lightning going past my head. 

“Kill the damn elf!” Sylvia screamed.

I knew Lucanis could handle the mage, all I was worried about was killing this rogue. As we wrestled around on the ground. I ended up using one of my dirty tactics to place a well aimed knee to his crotch, which caused him to yell in agony and loosen his grip on me.

I took the moment to then quickly grab his throat while he remained on top of me, roll on top of him, and then bring my blade across his neck. Quickly, I got off of him before any blood began to spray on me.

Sylvia, however, had Lucanis pinned. She was aiming at Lucanis who was dodging behind the book cases as she fired lightning at him, getting closer and closer to hitting him.

Not thinking, I ran over and picked her up from behind, lifting her into the air to give Lucanis time to run in and finish her off.

I, however, forgot for a moment that she was a mage.

She grabbed my arms as I hoisted her into the air and shocked me good. A thousand pinpricks ran through my arms and into my chest, causing my whole body to feel like it was on fire from how strong the shock was, my body becoming numb and then paralyzed.

My head felt dizzy from the damage, making the room spin around me. I fell to the floor with a thud, dropping Sylvia as well and passing out.

When I came to, Lucanis was shaking me awake. His face splattered with blood.

“Demitrix?!” He gasped.

“Yeah…” I wheezed, my joints stiff for a moment. “I just needed a nap… Still alive…”

He laughed, sighing a breath of relief.

“Maker, you are an idiot.” He sighed, moving hair out of my face. “I thought you were dead!”

“What? Missed me already?” I flirted, winking up at him. “I could never leave you behind.”

His eyes got big, a bright flush spread across his face and then a softer smile appeared.

That's when he leaned down and kissed me deeply, his lips pressed hard against mine.

My whole body went stiff again. I could feel my face flush and my lips twitch. In my weakened state, I just easily melted back into his kiss. Not a care in my mind.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him onto me, our shared kiss becoming more passionate and more crazed as my tongue wrapped around his.

He then reached up, grabbing at my scalp and gripping my roots, and pulled my head back. My neck became exposed to him and he quickly bit into it. Moaning longingly into my flesh.

“L-Lucanis…!” I cried out as I clawed into his back. “Maker, you’re going crazy… I love it!”

I arched my back as he bit harder, my heart racing in my chest.

This is really happening. It’s really happening. Lucanis is about to fuck me.

Before we got too wild, we heard knocking at the front door.

“This is the Antivan Guard! Open up this door! Or we will break it open!”

Lucanis quickly got off of me, pulling me up off the floor, motioning to the hatch. I nodded and climbed up the bookcase after him and watched him leap up the hatch and climb onto the roof. Just as I leaped and caught the edge of the hatch, the door started being kicked open.

I quickly scampered up onto the roof, and closed the latch quietly, before Lucanis and I took off, darting across the rooftops of Treviso and away from the sight of the guard.

We finally slowed down on a roof overlooking a market square. Both of us panting and then slowly started laughing.

“You… Moron! All that for a mislabeled dragon statue?” Lucanis struggled to get out.

A wild smile spread across his face.

“It looked like it really bothered you!” I chuckled, taking a deep breath. “I wanted to fix the problem.”

“You are sweet…” He said sheepishly.

“I know~ oh Lucanis… you have blood on you.”

I started to use my hand to wipe the blood from his face, but he grabbed my hand and gently held it there for a moment, almost like… he was enjoying it.

I blushed but didn’t move. I didn’t want him to let go of me, but I felt fear crawl up my spine from this new feeling… like butterflies in my stomach and I gently moved my hand.

“Lucanis…?”

He almost snapped back to reality so quickly, standing up, looking as poised as before. It was almost… disheartening? I almost felt disappointed? I pushed them down for the moment and looked up at him with a smile.

“Whats up, handsome?~”

Lucanis’s face blushed brightly but quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

“Well. Now that we’re out of that little bind.” He said, looking down at me. “Let’s…continue with our night.”

Chapter 2

Contains: Heavy Flirting, Protectiveness, Fluff, Danger Kink Implied, and Talking Out Confusing Feelings, Coffee Date. 

Warning: Mentions of Slavery, Abduction and Unwanted Sexual Advances.

We climbed down from the roof we escaped to into a little hidden garden that was tucked away from the sight of the market down the street.

The Andraste’s Grace that was surrounding us in this garden was now blooming under the moonlit sky along with lots of Blood Lotus and Lilies. A large fountain bubbled water in the middle of the garden. Music floating along in the wind from the market's minstrels.

“Oh Andrastes Grace! What a beautiful flower.” I doted, touching the soft petals. “I didn't think I’d find them here, they’re naturally a wildflower.”

“You like that flower?” Lucanis asked curiously.

“It’s not my favorite but I do like it. It has a very clean smell...”

“I see.” Lucanis cleared his throat, making his way out towards a nearby gate. “What is your favorite flower then?”

I followed after him but didn't answer. I was always nervous sharing THAT kind of personal information with others. Sharing ANY kind of personal information. It could lead to a messy road and could lead me into a trap later. Survival was always a must for me.

Still. His eyes looked at me so genuinely, and I felt my resolve weaken. Like any safeguards that I put up are starting to crumble to anything this man wants.

Especially now, after we shared that deep kiss in the library.

Lucanis looked slightly put off when I didn’t answer, turning his head away as we walked into the market together.

I sighed, my heart beating quicker.

“Felicidus Aria.”

“Bless you.” He smirked.

“Ass.” I laughed, punching his arm. “That's my favorite flower. Why you want to know that is beyond me but… It's a rare flower. Got that way from over foraging for the root. People use it to make Ambrosia, but I love it for its…symbol.”

“Its symbol?” Lucanis tilted his head.

“It’s also called the Silent Plains Rose. My clan used to move through the Silent Plains as we traveled back and forth in between Tevinter and Nevarra, hoping to spot one as we traveled through. We considered it lucky. That our journey was blessed somehow.”

“You said you are from Antiva. That Antiva is your home. You never mentioned you were part of a clan.” Lucanis noted.

“Two things can be true at the same time, Lucanis.”

“Is your clan-“

“No. I dont think they’re gone. I hope so, at least. It’s been twelve years since I saw them.”

My mind wandered a bit to that little Dalish boy fighting his fellow friends with wooden swords and listening to his Hahren tell stories around the campfire. How innocent and happy he was. How unaware. I wondered. Who would he be if he didn’t stray…?

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” Lucanis gently prodded.

“Does it matter?”

Lucanis took a minute, pausing to look around us. He then pulled me over to a spot by a wall not occupied by people or a vendor and leaned against the wall with me.

“I just wish to know more about you. You know much about me, but…” Lucanis trailed off, trying to find the words again. “You yourself are mysterious. I also figured you didn’t want to talk with people moving around you.”

“Mystery is hot~”

“So I’ve been told.” He said slyly, the corner of his lip curling into a smile. “You’re also avoiding the question. If you don’t wish to talk about it-“

“Fine! Fine. You might as well know a little bit. I better hear about your tragic backstory as well, Lucanis. I’ll make sure to interrogate you as well for your favorite things.” I chuckled.

He only chuckled back, now watching me with soft but focused eyes.

I adjusted, letting the memory of the events come back to me. All of it still so clear in my head.

“I… I was abducted. When I was 14, I strayed too far from camp. I was training with my bow and got lost. I wandered until evening, finding a group of humans. I went to them for help, going against the teachings of my Hahren. I just wanted to go back home and thought maybe… They could help me find a clue of where they were. They took me instead. Tevinter slavers. They traveled with me and a few other prisoners until they needed to make a supply run in Antiva. It was there where I finally got loose and ran for it through the streets of Antiva City. I ran into a passing Antivan Crow with the slaver hot on my trail. In a last moment of desperation, I pulled the knife from the Crows belt before he could stop me and when the slaver grabbed me, I plunged the knife into his throat. I was told that I kept stabbing until the Antivan Crow stopped me.”

“That's how you became an Antivan Crow.” Lucanis said slowly.

“Yeah. Twelve years later, here we are.” I said as I took a bow. “Now you know my story.”

Lucanis frowned, his eyes towards the crowd for a minute, deep in thought. He then turned to me.

“Thank you for telling me. It probably wasn’t easy.”

“No, but you asked.”

He smiled at me, his hair flowing down his shoulder.

I blushed as he smiled and stammered as I quickly walked into the crowd.

“C-Come, let’s have some fun! You still craving that coffee?” I asked hurriedly.

Lucanis seemed to perk up a bit, his eyes softening. Almost looked desperate.

“Badly.”

“Let’s go find some. It’s still early in the night.”

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We took off, walking around the busy streets to find a small late night coffee bar.

People inside were drinking, loudly singing and dancing, and even some sex workers were sitting on some people's laps, trying to seduce their way to coin.

Ah, home. I love it.

However, Lucanis looked extremely uncomfortable. He sat down at the bar and looked around, closing his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath and seemed like he was… listening? After a minute of him doing that, he seemed to calm a bit, and then looked at me.

“What?”

“You okay?” I chuckled.

“Yes, just… getting my bearings.” He said, yawning.

“If this is too much-“

“No. I WANT to be here. I need coffee or I am not going to be a very pleasant person to be around.”

I laughed and walked over to the bar, sitting on a stool.

“Let’s get you your fix.”

The barista looked back at us, a pretty Antivan girl with warm earthy skin and long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes, deep pools of amber. Her smile appeared and she walked over to us.

“How can I help, gentlemen?”

“Hello gorgeous-“

“Two caffe, please. Two for him as well.” Lucanis interrupted.

I stared at him as the girl chuckled and walked away.

“Right away.”

He looked at me with a confused face, his eyebrow going up.

“What was that?” I asked.

“What was what?” He shot back.

“The complete lack of charm? The interrupting??”

“I want my coffee, I do not want to waste time flirting with the barista. I am already very close to murdering the man in the back corner of the room, smacking his lips as he’s eating.” Lucanis ranted.

He then looked like he had seen a ghost and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Oh Meirda… I had this same conversation with Illario in a place like this.”

“Your cousin, right?”

“Sí. My cousin.”

“I see. You sound fond and… not fond of him.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Tell me about it.” I leaned in.

“Another time. Perhaps in private. Suffice it to say that my cousin… acts like you a bit. Far more skilled though.” He said cheekily.

“Far more skilled?! Fenhedis- How is he more skilled than I?” I huffed.

“First of all, he actually can kill a guy in one stab.”

“Oh come on! I am an archer! I’m much better with arrows. Trust me, my master gave up on me using daggers.”

“All I am hearing is excuses.” He sang.

“Fine. You teach me then.” I spat back.

The barista came over with our cups, placing them down for us and smiling at me.

“Drink up, signori”

“Grazie, signora.” I purred at her.

I then turned to Lucanis who was already sipping his drink, his face showing mass amounts of elation and comfort after the first sip.

I looked around at everyone having fun  and dancing, and then looked back at Lucanis. His eyes shining in the candle light, his hair shimmering and his skin glowing. He seems to have settled in nice for a moment. Like his whole form changed just from a sip of coffee.

Fair though.

Never get between an Antivan and their coffee.

Though I did think about how uncomfortable he was walking in. Being surrounded by people. It must’ve been harder than ever for him to be social after being locked away and tortured for a year.

I just hoped I wasn’t forcing him to be uncomfortable. I just wanted him to be happy. To have fun and just relax.

Wait, why? Why do I care so much about HIS happiness? Why is that the only thing on my mind? I wasn't this way with Davrin. Or Taash.

Why is Lucanis’s happiness really important to me?

A hand abruptly grabbed onto my shoulder and a human man turned me around in my stool to face him, pushing himself in between my legs.

“Well hello there, pretty lady~ Couldn’t help but notice you looked a little lost in thought. Howz about you and I spend the evening together, ey? Get your mind off whatevas gotch you down. Whatdaya say?~”

I chuckled, playing cute. 

Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him.

“Oh my! So forward! I don't know…” I giggled.

If he thinks I’m a woman, I am not going to argue with him. I don’t know if he knows his own name with how much beer is on his breath. I just don’t want another fight to break out.

Lucanis got up from his chair, and pushed himself between the man and I, staring the man down with a very intense and sharp look.

“I am afraid they are with me tonight, signore.”

The guy stumbled back a bit, looking Lucanis up and down. 

“Who ere you, then? Huh? Some well dressed noble twat not fully off of mommas tit? The lady-“

“Leave them alone. You’ve had enough to drink and they are not interested. Just step away from them.”

“Luca, it’s alright.” I called out, my pants getting tight again watching Lucanis defend me. “I am not worth getting into a fight over.”

“You heard the whore. Get outta my way-“

Lucanis swiftly brought his daggers out and criss crossed them up to the man’s neck, keeping him in place.

“Leave. Last warning.”

The man stood there for a moment before backing away into the crowd and spitting at Lucanis’s feet.

“Whatever. Ere’s Plenty of other whores around!” He sang out.

Lucanis then turned towards me with a confused look.

“Luca?” He asked.

I jolted, slowly feeling hot with embarrassment.

“Uh, shit. It’s… a nickname. Your name just shortened.”

He sheathed his daggers, then his eyes looked down at my lap.

“Why are you…?” He trailed off.

“Why am I…?” I looked down and immediately crossed my leg over my other. “No reason!”

Lucanis laughed a bit but said nothing more on it, sitting back down at the bar.

“You didn’t need to threaten him. I can handle myself just fine. It’s not the first time I’ve used my body to avoid trouble.”

“Why? You may not be skilled with your daggers, but you can still use them to defend yourself.”

“I don’t just do it for that. I do it for fun~ To get close to a contract. To avoid trouble.” I began, sipping my coffee. “I am rather skilled at it.”

“If it works for you. I just… didn’t like the way he was touching you.”

“Why? I am sure you’ve seen worse with Illario if he’s like me.”

“Much worse.” He laughed, turning towards the counter again. “I don’t know why I didn’t like it. It just felt wrong.”

“Felt wrong? Are you alright?” I asked, now concerned.

“I…I don’t know. I feel different right now. Somehow.”

I then thought about the kiss. How he hugged my body close to his. How he gripped my hair. I rubbed the spot on my neck where he had bitten into, Feeling a tender area. Likely bruised.

“I think you marked me.” I chuckled.

“What?” He said looking over and coughed in surprise. “Ah. That.”

“Are we really wanting to avoid this conversation? Things got pretty… steamy in the library.”

Lucanis stayed quiet, staring into his coffee cup intensely. His eyes darted around, as if trying to find answers in the cup or on the bar.

“I… I thought you were gone.”

“So? I woke up.”

“You were out for 3 minutes.”

“That’s it?” I joked, looking at my nails. “I must be getting better at waking up. Last time I was knocked out was for 5 minutes and that-“

“That isn’t funny.” Lucanis said sharply.

I closed my mouth. Putting my hands in my lap slowly, I was now looking over at him.

“I… I was worried. Very worried that I would never get to… hear you again. I don’t know why that bothered me so much! I mean, I was about to start dragging you out of there to take you back to the Lighthouse. To get help. Until you started stirring.” Lucanis said strained.

“Luca…”

“And then when you awoke I just… reacted. I was relieved and then you smiled and I just…”

I felt the blood rush to my face, the urge to smile was rising and rising fast.

He… doesn’t know why he’s acting like this either.

“Kissed me.” I finished.

“When I started, I just couldn’t stop. Every impulse, every part of my upbringing told me to stop but I just couldn’t.”

I scooted closer to him, putting my hand on his back.

“You really… you really felt that way?” I smiled.

Why did that make my heart race?

“Yes… After that, all I… I wanted… The noises you made when I bit you were...” Lucanis chuckled softly, struggling with his words. “It was intoxicating…”

Our eyes locked. His dark eyes were almost lighter looking into mine. A color of dark chocolate brown colors, with hints of purple in the iris. His lips were now very close to mine.

“Intoxicating? You sounded like you really enjoyed them. I heard you moan as well.” I cooed.

I stared at his lusciously thick lips, putting my hand on his thigh. His body reacted by shuddering. I watched his throat gulp and looked into his eyes again. His breathing was getting quicker.

“I was about to do something crazy…”

“Kind of want you do something crazy…~”

The barista started ringing a cowbell. 

“Last call! After you’re done here, go find an actual bar to drink your sorrows away!”

I groaned a bit, looking over at Lucanis who moved away quickly, gulping down the rest of his coffee.

“Come on, Demitrix. Let’s… go find something else to do, I guess.”

I sighed and hopped off the chair.

“Are you sure? You looked tense the entire time we were in here.”

Lucanis just scoffed.

“I am always tense.”

“Still, I don't want-“

“I just want to do whatever you decide. Name a place and we will go there.” He interrupted.

Think, Demitrix. Think. What would be fun for both of us to do together? What would be familiar for Lucanis?

I suddenly had an idea. A smile curling on my lips.

“I have an idea. Two things need to happen first.”

“What needs to happen?” Lucanis urged.

“We need a change of clothes, and I need my bow.”

“Your bow? A change of clothes? Why?”

“Well, the reason why depends.” I smiled coyly.

“On?”

“You still got that contract on you~?” I purred.

“Of course?”

His face lit up with realization.

“Well. Let’s fulfill it.~”

Chapter 3

Contains: Hired Killing, Gift Giving, Closet, Dry Humping, Confessed Feelings, Tense Emotional Moments, Danger Kink Implied, Provocative Teasing, LOTS of Sexual Tension, Playful Arguing, Combat, and a Teaching Moment. 

After sneaking in and out of the Lighthouse to grab our gear, Lucanis and I ran across the roofs of Treviso towards our target’s destination.    

I was hopping and flipping over alleyways, laughing and feeling the wind on my face as we kept hopping past each other.

I haven’t felt so free in months, even Lucanis looked like he was more comfortable. More mobile and agile, though his gaze fell on me often as I watched him. A smile appeared every time I caught his sight.

We both rolled onto a roof, panting a bit. I took the moment to stretch and fix my crow mask on my face.

“Were you serious about that dagger training?” Lucanis asked.

“If you don’t think I am a lost cause. I am up for a bit of knowledge.” I chuckled.

“You’re not a lost cause yet.” He smirked, motioning to his feet. “Come here.”

I froze when he commanded me like that and I walked over to him, looking confused.

“What's going on?” I asked nervously.

“Take out your daggers.”

I watched him, slowly taking them out of their holsters and holding them firmly.

“Right now?”

“You need to learn someday.”

He stepped closer to me, getting behind me, whispering into my ear in a dark tone.

“You have a lot of strength as an archer so use that to your advantage. With a bow, it’s easy to make quick, quiet and non-messy kills if you are accurate. With a dagger, it’s more personal. More close. Precision and speed is needed If you want quick and clean kills. Strength as well if you need to pierce them deep.

Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

“Y-yeah? Okay. So.. How do I apply that?” I stuttered.

He took one of my wrists, and brought my dagger up to my neck gently.

“Slitting their throat is popular but it gets messy if you cut too deep.”

Ooooh, Maker. Grant me strength.

He then brought the tip of my dagger to the side of it, pointing it at the crook of my neck.

“Same if you were to sink your blade here.”

He glided around me to the front, and lifted my wrist to his chest, the knife pointing in the middle of his chest.

“Use your strength to plunge your knife into the chest, past the bone, and directly in the heart. If you aim lower, angle it so you push upwards into the heart.”

“Yes, sir~” I purred.

My mind was now swimming in his touch, my body getting hot. Thank the gods that this outfit hides boners really well. Though, it didn't stop my member from hurting as it pressed against the leather.

“Try to remember where bones are in the body and the vital points of striking are. These will be-“

He sighed and smiled at me, letting go of my wrist.

“You are getting distracted. Did you even listen to a word I said?” He lectured.

“Every word.” I smiled coyly.

“What did I say?” He asked, crossing his arms. “Tell me.”

I walked up to him with my hands behind my back, looking him in the eyes.

“Depends. If I can't remember, are you gonna touch me again?”

“You are… very forward.”

“So, I’ve been told.” I giggled, looking up at him, and getting closer to his face. “I love how gentle you are with me~”

“Demitrix…!” Lucanis stammered, his face filling with pink color, his eyes getting so big. “We… You…We have a job and you are…”

I pressed myself into him, my hands on his chest. His hands grabbed my wrists, but didn’t pull them off. His eyes danced and watched mine, looking pained but also wanting. I could feel his heartbeat quicken with mine.

“You are so cute when you are flustered~” I chuckled.

“I… wow… I well…Trix.. you and I…” He fumbled.

I suddenly became flushed. My heart was almost exploding in my chest.

“T-trix?” I gasped, looking up at him. “You… gave me a nickname…?”

“Y-yes…? You gave me one.” Lucanis said sheepishly.

“I… didn’t think you’d care enough to give me a nickname…”

“You cared to give me one.”

“I've… never been given one before…”

My heart beat faster, my mouth suddenly became dry. I became flushed when Spite popped out at that moment, growling.

“All this BLASTED dancing around. Are we murdering someone or are we fucking? If the body is not willing, the spirit is~”

“I thought I told you-“ I started scolding.

Lucanis interrupted.

“Trix, Ignore him. Let’s go.” Lucanis said curtly.

He started running, jumping onto the next roof and making his way back to the target. Spite disappearing with a satisfied grin.

I felt my chest tighten, watching him for a moment before running after him.

He actually cares? No… He can’t. He doesn't. But then, why do I hope?!  Why do I hope he cares about me? I am not a… I am a tool. A weapon.

He cannot love a tool. I am… nothing to him.

Why does that thought hurt?

As we neared the inn the target was staying at, Lucanis and I hunkered down. I pulled out the contract details from my bag, reading them over again.

“Third floor Suite. Minimal Guards. Balcony. Lord Amadeus Baratani.”

Lucanis and I peeked up at a building in the distance. A tall tan stone laden building sat in the middle of a nicer district in Treviso. Lit lanterns decorated the sidewalks below, and just the details stated, a balcony at the third level. A guard standing at the railing, overlooking the walled off garden of the inn. No heavy armor. Just plain leather.

Lucanis chuckled.

“The guard. At the balcony. If he drops on the balcony, he won't make much noise. You should do some work finally. Show me how good of an archer you say you are.” He teased me.

Oh good, he’s back to bullying me.

I notched an arrow onto my bow and pulled back, using the wind as a guide for where my arrow would go and how much resistance it would have.

“My archery skills-“ I started to say as I shot my arrow. “Are never in question.”

The arrow flew off and as I predicted, curved through the air, sinking into the side of the guard’s head, making him drop onto the balcony floor.

Lucanis nodded and hurried to look over the side, checking for witnesses before we started hopping the roofs. I followed Lucanis so that I knew where to step until we reached the hotel's building.

“Those are some smooth walls. I think I have some pitons.” I chirped.

“Wait. Let’s avoid using the ground. Let’s use a hook.”

“You think you can get it to latch onto the railing without it scraping the floor of the balcony? Be my guest.”

He stared at me and then dug through my bag, grabbing the rope with a hook attached, and walked close to the edge of the roof. He swung the hook, still scanning for people below and then tossed it towards the balcony. While it was flying over the balcony, he yanked it midair and managed to hook it on the top of the railing without it scraping across something. He then turned and looked at me with a very smug look.

“You’re kidding me.” I huffed.

“That. Is what I mean when I think ‘nice and quiet’”

“Shut up. That wasn’t my fault, sir. We still got the job done in the end!”

He shook his head, sighing.

“Amateur. Get over here and hold on.”

I walked over and held onto him, secretly taking in his scent. We both then ran off the edge, swinging with Lucanis holding onto the rope. As the swinging gently stopped, we started hanging underneath the balcony. He looked down at me and nodded upwards to tell me to climb. I nodded back to him and climbed up him and then up the rope. Lucanis climbing up after me.

I crouched down low as he came up and slowly opened the door to the suite to peek in.

Inside, I saw a darkened sitting room. A door leading into the hotel and another door leading to what I assumed to be a bedroom.

“It’s clear. No one is inside right now.”

Lucanis had placed the body against the railing of the balcony to make it look like someone just sitting, with their legs dangling between the supports.

“Ooh, that's clever.”

“I had to break the arrow you shot.”

“Why?”

“Too much blood would come out. People down below would notice the dripping.”

“Fair.” 

I opened the door and walked in, listening closely as we explored inside. After giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark, I started noticing details of the sitting room. A thin but tall empty bureau sat next to a fireplace that had two comfy chairs sitting in front of it. A small end table sat between the chairs, holding a bottle of, what looked to be, red wine.

The walls were decorated with paintings that looked to be of the Antivan countryside. A table that sat under a large mirror by the door to the hotel had papers scattered on it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lucanis peek into the bedroom, going in and shifting something around as he went in, but then he darted away from the door, over to me.

“People are coming. I hear them walking this way.” He spoke quietly.

“Quick, the bureau!”

I opened the door and climbed into it with him. Lucanis stood behind me as I squeezed in, closing the doors behind us.

A group of three people walked in, as I peaked out of a crack in the door. A guard who looked like he was from the Anderfels, our Target Amadeus, and a proactively dressed woman.  Either, his wife, a lover, or a sex worker by the way she was tugging at his belt and giggling.

“Mhhhh, so frisky! Eres? Stay by the door outside.” Commanded Amadeus.

Eres nodded and left the room, leaving them in the room.

“What is happening?” Lucanis whispered as softly as he could.

“Our target is in the living room. However, there's a woman with him. A lover.”

I felt Lucanis keep adjusting behind me.

“Wonderful.”

Dirty thoughts started to enter my mind as I felt his hips brush up against my ass. As I watched outside to see if there was an opening, I pushed my hips into Lucanis.

“Demitrix… What are you doing?” Lucanis asked through his teeth.

“Waiting for an opening~ Shush.”

“Demitrix, we are… going to get… caught.”

I felt him shudder, then his hands grabbed my hips and…something started poking me.

I purred. “Is that your dagger or are you just happy to see me?”

“You’re going to feel my dagger in your back if you don’t stop talking. You did this.” He hissed.

“If you want-“

“We are on a mission. Focus.” He commanded sharply.

“Fine.”

I huffed, and watched outside. Amadeus and his lover were now fully naked in the sitting room, his lover sitting on his lap as he sat in one of the chairs, their lips locked together.

Gods, I wish that were me right now.

As she lowered herself to her knees, I felt Lucanis start to rub up against me, humping at me.

“Lucanis, are you-“

“Not. A word.” He huffed softly.

I pressed my hands on the sides of the bureau to keep myself from getting pushed on the door, spreading my legs a bit more for him.

“Lucanisss…~”

“Please… don’t say my name like that… I can't focus and you are just…teasing me.”

“I love seeing you flustered~”

He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back, forcing my hips against his. His mouth right next to my ear.

I tried so hard not to moan when he pulled my hair but any noise I did make was covered up by Amadeus’s moan thankfully.

“Are you crazy?! They could have heard me!” I whispered, angrily.

He didn’t respond. He started biting onto my ear and I shuddered hard, squeezing my legs together.

“No… L-Lucanis… Not… Not my ears…” I whimpered.

I tried to calm my breathing, watching the crack in the door, but my mind was quickly melting.

Lucanis’s hands were exploring my body, feeling my chest and my hips, then moving down to my thighs where he dragged them up again to feel my bulge that was being painfully compressed by my pants.

“That feels like it’s painful.” He said, whispering in my ear smugly.

I covered my mouth to not moan, his touch felt so gentle yet…commanding. His fingers gliding over the curve of my member made me want to lose my mind from the pleasure. My ears were hot from the embarrassment of him seeing me like this.

“I wonder if you’d allow me to release it.”

My heart was beating so loudly, and my stomach was tying itself into knots. My body was shaking as his hand started to slip into my pants.

“Lucanis…You’re… Please… I… “

I spied the girl getting up and quickly leaving to go into the bedroom and my brain swam up through the fog.

“The girl left!” I whispered sharply.

Lucanis couldn’t get out of that bureau fast enough.

He shoved me out, making me fall flat on my face, and when I scrambled up out of my daze. Amadeus has a knife stuck in his forehead.

“Contract Fulfilled.”

“Are you fuc-“ I began to yell before he scooped me up and pushed me towards the balcony.

The door of the bedroom burst open and a scream was heard behind us as we ran. The hotel door after that.

Lucanis leaped from the balcony onto the roof where we stood before, and I after him. I rolled across the roof as he did and quickly ran to the closest side of the roof and climbed down out of sight before anyone could spot me. The angry voice of an Anderfel booming out of the balcony above.

“Find them! Find the killers now!”

———————————

After running for a bit, I caught up with Lucanis shortly after, finding him in a small walkway right next to the now closed coffee shop we were at before. He leaned against the wall, keeping his eyes to the ground. His hair cascading down his shoulder pads. The shadows were just barely covering him.

“Luca!” I yelled as I ran up. “I finally found you.”

He turned, looking over at me, before starting to smile.

“That was bracing. Glad to see you are alright as well.”

I then punched his arm. He had no reaction to it.

“You shoved me on the ground, you ass!”

“You were in the way.” He shrugged.

“You didn’t WARN me.”

“You are alive, no?”

I sighed but could only laugh. He then started to laugh as well until we both were laughing in the walkway.

“Ahhh! That was fun! I have never had fun on contracts before!”

“It was very entertaining. Especially to have someone there with me. Although.” He then smacked me upside the head. “What in the Makers name is wrong with you?!”

“Ow! What in the Beyond is wrong with you?!” I yelled back.

“You were rubbing your ass against me in the closet! On purpose! You almost got us caught, I couldn’t even focus, and then you almost crushed my gift I was going to give you!” He scolded harshly.

“Oh, Don't act like-“

The words got caught in my throat.

“G-gift?” I asked, shocked.

“No. I don’t think I should give it to you now.” Lucanis said teasingly, crossing his arms and turning away from me. “You are being rude to me.”

“W-wait! I didn’t know you got me a gift! What is it?! N-no one’s ever given me a gift before! Not just for… for nothing!”

Lucanis reached into a satchel on his belt and held out a lotus-looking flower. A scent of rose wafting to me.

“Wait… Is this…? It can't be. Where did you find a-“ I stammered.

“In the contract’s suite. It was sitting on a dresser by the door of the bedroom. I snatched it before I heard them coming.”

“How did you know this was MY flower?”

“I smelled roses but the only flower I saw was this one. I just assumed that it was your favorite flower from there.” Lucanis looked away for a moment.

“Lucanis… I… “

I stared at the flower, a beautifully kept Silent plains Rose. A symbol of luck. Of blessed travel.

He remembered that I love this flower.

He remembered my favorite flower.

Lucanis then grabbed it from my hand, and placed it gently in my hair.

“I think it suits you.” He said affectionately.

Oh fuck. Oh no.

“Lucanis, why are you giving me this?” I asked, shaking a bit.

Please, Lucanis. Don’t. Don’t say it. Don’t care about me. Don’t make me a person.

“I don’t know… I wanted to. It’s your favorite. I wanted to make you happy.” He said nervously.

“Lucanis…” I touched the flower, my heart racing.

“I just… I did some thinking while we’re getting ready at the lighthouse.”

Luca, please!

“Between that man touching you. What happened at the library. The roof. The thought of someone else touching you, holding you, even… even kissing you. It scared me. I didn’t like it. I have never been this… vulnerable with someone before. I never thought I’d find myself falling-“

“Don’t.”

The silence that pierced the air. That overtook this moment. It was so dense, so heavy, almost enough to crush us. I was a coward. I couldn’t look Lucanis in the eyes as I tore at his heart.

“You don’t want me. I am… a tool. A symbol. I was never meant to be a person. Never meant to be loved. You can't love a tool. I am a tool that was meant to be discarded or put away after you are done with it. If we were to have sex, you’re just supposed to discard me after. These feelings you have-”

“Do not dare tell me what I feel is not real.” Lucanis warned in a dark tone. “How dare you look into my face and tell me you aren't a person! That you are meant to be TOSSED AWAY! I grew up with that mindset. Yet I FEEL. I feel everything around you! To me, you are not some weapon-“

“I am, Lucanis! I am an image of confidence and swagger! A weapon and a selling point. You cannot love a-“

“I don’t love images. I do not love tools.I love A PERSON. ONE person.”

“Don’t make me a person! Don’t make me real! If I become real, then you become real. Which means these feelings are real, and then that means losing you is real! I can not...” I trailed off.

I will not lose someone I loved again.

“Look me in the eyes. Look me in the eyes and say you don’t care about me. Tell me you don’t feel the same way about me. Tell me that you don't love me, and we will never talk about this again. We will pretend that every moment we shared tonight didn’t happen.” Lucanis said with a shaky voice. “Tell me right now. ‘I don’t love you, Lucanis Dellamorte.’ Say it.”

I looked him in the eyes, and my heart sank. His eyes were wide open, big and full of tears. As he looked down at me, I could see his lip even quivering a bit.

Lucanis Dellamorte, a Master Antivan Crow, was opening himself up to me. Crying in front of me. His heart laid bare in front of me. I was seeing his heart for the first time, and he was waiting for a dagger to be plunged into it.

“I have never been this… vulnerable with someone before…”

All I wanted was for him to be happy, but he was perfectly happy being around me. Just being beside me. Laughing, talking, and working alongside me. I didn’t even need to try.

Being with me made him happy.

“I… I…”

Spite came out, laughing and grabbing at Lucanis’s shoulders.

“Do it! BREAK HIM. BREAK HIS HEART.”

I started to cry. I tried to hold them back, but I couldn’t any longer. That wall, that once stood so strong, now toppled to the ground in front of Lucanis. I couldn’t become another demon that stuck to Lucanis.

“I can’t, Luca!” I cried, covering my face. “I love you… Spite and all. You protected me, fought next to me, cared about me more than anyone has for a long time. You made me want to be a person to you, and that scared me. I thought I was protecting you by trying to push you away but I…I can’t break your heart. I’m sorry, Luca. Please. Forgive me. Forgive-“

He pulled me into his arms, his hug squeezing me tightly.

I froze, tears falling from my face. Feeling his comfort and just letting myself just feel his hug.

Feel him.

His hug felt so warm and comfortable. Like drinking spiced wine on a cool autumn night under a thick blanket. The safety of it. It made me never want to leave it. His scent. His sweet, musky leather scent filled my nostrils.

“I love you, Luca…”

“I love you too, Trix.”

“Please. Don’t let go. I want to stay like this forever.” I said as I gripped onto his back. “I can’t even remember when I was last hugged like this.”

“Then I will hold you. For as long as you want. For as long as you need.”

“We’ll be here all night, then.” I chuckled.

“Then we should go back to the Lighthouse. We will-“

I stopped him. Spite now missing from Lucanis’s side.

“What if someone sees us going up to my room?” I asked, pulling on his jacket. “What do we… tell them?”

“We tell them we’re going up to your room to fuck. They’ll leave us alone.”

I froze. He stared at me. He raised his eyebrow in confusion. I blinked at him.

“Are we?” I asked.

“Are we?” Lucanis repeated back.

“Are you… comfortable with that?” I urged.

Lucanis gently grabbed my face, looking into my eyes.

“Trix… After I heard the noises you made when I bit the tip of your ear… I want nothing more than to hear you whine like that again.” Lucanis purred deeply.

I blinked slowly. My brain was just slowly filling with depraved, horny thoughts.

Thoughts that I wanted to act on with my first lover.

“Let’s go home then.”

Chapter 4

Contains: Awkward First Time, Fluff, Hair Pulling, Foreplay: (Biting, Fingering, Sucking Each Other Off, Soft Nipple Play, Passionate and Rough Sex. Kinks Included Are: Breeding and Begging. 

I pushed my head through the mirror to peek into the Lighthouse. The halls were empty and not a sound was heard except for the low hum of The Eluvian I was standing in.

I pulled my head back out, looking back at Lucanis.

“It’s all clear. Let’s hurry though. I’d rather just… get straight to my room.”

“You are very eager. Even after that heavy conversation. Are you… sure?” Lucanis asked, concerned.

“Luca, I’m… I want you. I have been pining for you for a while… Trust me when I say… Being with you will make me feel so much more light. What about you?”

“I will… admit. I am feeling very nervous. Let’s… talk more in your room.” Lucanis said sheepishly.

I snuck on through the mirror with Lucanis, staying close to him, and as soon as he was through, started sneaking up the stairs.

It wasn’t long before we heard footsteps walking along the upper level, followed by the voices of Emmerich and Davrin. Both Lucanis and I hugged the wall of the stairs to avoid being seen. Listening to them.

“I am sure they’re fine. Both very capable rogues.” Davrin stated.

“Yet you worry, my friend.” Emmerich stated back.

“They’re still not back yet. I just checked both their rooms.”

Aww. Davrin. He does care.

“Perhaps they had found… another room for the night?”

“You mean…? Lucanis seems too reserved. Too in his own head. I don’t think he would go for it even if he had the chance to.”

Lucanis slowly turned to look at me. His eyes flashing purple again. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and then pulled me up the stairs with him, walking loudly now.

“Ngh! Lucanis?!” I gasped.

Emmerich and Davrin started looking over, Davrin greeting with a smile.

“Oh hey! Wasn’t expecting you two! How was your-“

“We will talk later. Demitrix and I need to FUCK right now.” Lucanis said so matter of fact, pulling me up the next set of stairs. “We will see you both in the morning. Come on, Demitrix.”

I just broke. Speechless. Emmerich and Davrin both had shocked expressions and just froze in place as they watched Lucanis drag me off.

“Have a good night, guyyysss….”I said, giggling.

Once he pulled me to the top of the stairs, he then pulled me over to my room, pushed me into it, and then closed the door behind him with a slam.

I stood in the middle of my messy room, my curtains were drawn, with soft candlelight surrounding us.

Lucanis’s demeanor changed. He looked around, walking towards my pile of books in the corner, and started nervously playing with his hands.

“You have… lots of books on animals.”

“I uh… love animals.” I said a chuckle.

“Favorite one?” he said quickly.

His breath seemed to quicken.

“I love foxes. Have a fondness for the dark silver ones -are you okay?” I asked, walking over to him and putting my hand on his arm. “You seemed so ready to do this around Davrin and Emmerich and now that we’re alone, you’re asking me what my favorite animal is? Are you stalling?”

“To be honest, it is an important question.”

“Luca. Come on, You weren’t like this in the library or in the bureau. You were so handsy and so ready to go. I felt it.”

“Those times, I wasn’t thinking. Now that we are truly alone, and my mind is clear, I am… unsure of what to do. I have never done this before.” He said quickly, turning his head. “This will be my first time.”

I paused.

“You mean… oh, Luca. It’s alright! I am a bit nervous too if that makes you feel better.”

“You are? How? You’ve done this countless times! You flirt and charm often and always know just what to say… How can someone like you be nervous during this?”

I smiled and grabbed his chin, turning him gently towards me.

“I am nervous because… this is my first time with someone I love. That I am… romantically involved with. Now, it’s even more nerve racking that you’re a virgin because I want to be amazing for your first time. Even though I am nervous, I… I look at you and I just want to be with you. To have you. To be one with you. We don’t have to do this but, if you insist we should, we will take it slow, okay? How about I let you explore me, huh? Get to know my body?”

His gaze toward me softened and he smiled, nodding.

I then walked to the middle of the room, and in front of him, removed all my gear, tossing it to the side. Turning away before pulling my top off, then slowly slipping my pants down, kicking them to the side with my boots.

I turned towards him and slowly removed my crow mask and undid my hair, letting it fall. Tossing the ribbon and mask to the side as well.

Lucanis’s eyes were big, covering his mouth with his gloved hand, keeping his arms crossed. His eyes danced around my body, almost like he was studying me and walked over.

“You are… very beautiful.”

“Thank you~” I purred back at him, feeling up his chest. “Now it’s your turn.”

I heard him gulp nervously but he nodded, kissing my forehead softly. He started to undo his crow head clasps in front of me before turning bright pink in the face.

“Could you… Could you turn around? I am… embarrassed.”

I smiled a bit, but turned, climbing into my bed and stretching along it.

As I did, I hoped that Lucanis was watching me and stretched like a cat, pushing my ass out into the air for him to see and spreading my legs.

“Mmmm…my bed always feels so comfy. Can’t wait for you to join me~”

I then heard the familiar sound of a belt and pants dropping as well as the sound of lots of knives dropping to the floor.

“Not a word, Trix.” Lucanis warned me from behind.

I laughed. “I didn’t even say anything, Luca.”

I then felt him climb into the bed, crawling over to me. I turned over and he was on his knees on the bed behind me, feeling my legs up. His body bore some scars here and there on his tanned Antivan skin. His chest, arms and stomach covered in thick, dark hair. His hypnotic dark brown eyes staring down at me with a nervous smile as he started to crawl on top of me.

I then felt his bare cock rub up against my thigh and my face grew hot.

“Wow… you feel… thick.” I gulped.

“Is that… good?” He said, embarrassed.

“Y-yes! I love the feeling of… being stretched open.” I chuckled, holding onto his arms. “It makes me feel so… dominated.”

Lucanis smiled down at me then turned a brighter pink.

“I’m… I’m going to touch you now. Okay?”

I giggled and laid back for him.

“Go right ahead, handsome~ Explore as much as you want. Do whatever you want to me. If you get too nervous, just let me know. We can stop whenever you want, okay?”

He nodded and took a deep breath before he began touching my face gently, running his fingers over my tattoo and following the curves. His fingers glided over to my neck next, going with the tattoo. His touch was so gentle yet the strokes felt so sensual and sexy. I was swimming in the sensation of it all, letting my body relax with it. I felt his fingers glide over my nipples and I left out a soft whine, the sensation making my body jolt and shudder.

He immediately did it again but faster and I gasped, making my legs squeeze together.

“You like that?” He said, now pinching them,

I gasped again and gripped the sheets under me.

“Y-yes…! I am extremely sensitive there! Ahh~ It feels good when someone plays with them… Try… Try using your mouth…~”

Obediently, he leaned his head down and licked at my nipple before starting to suck on it. Flicking the other one with his free hand.

I moaned loudly, my back arching slightly. My mind got foggy from swimming in his touch.

“Holy maker…! Okay… you’re learning fast…!” I said, panting a bit.

He seemed eager now, letting go and feeling my sides up and kissing down my body.

“I keep hearing your noises and… I want to make you make more sounds…” he purred.

Oh Creators, This man is going to DESTROY me.

He grabbed my legs and spread them open, my cock twitching with his suddenness, precum dripping down my cock.

“Lucanis! You’re being so bold! I didn’t think you’d-“

He then stopped looking up at me with big, worried eyes.

“Do you need me to stop?”

“Are you kidding?!” I yelled, my face flushed with heat. “Go crazy! Do whatever you want to me!”

Lucanis only darkly chuckled. Which made me shiver.

“You know… when I walked in on an orgy once, I remember someone doing something that intrigued me. Let me try it.”

“You walked in on an-“

He licked up the precum dripping from my cock and then took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me off.

I gasped out and gripped the sheets, my body twisting and contorting as he sucked. His tongue twisting around the head of my cock and then pushing against my cockhole.

“Lucanis! LUCANIS! Mi Amore! Mir Vhenan!” I screamed in pleasure.

My mind was now swimming in him, my voice nothing but whining and whimpering. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I didn’t want to. There was no Veilguard, no Elven gods, No danger. Just Lucanis and I.

I started to scream louder, when I felt his fingers rubbing on my ass, trying to push into me.

“Ngh! Lucanis?!”

He plunged his fingers into me, curling them inside and moving them against my walls. Pulling them out and then pushing back in.

I started to drool, my eyes rolling back, feeling him exploring me. Shuddering as I felt his moans on my cock.

I felt my cock swell, my body starting to build up pleasure and I pulled at the sheets.

“Mi amore! MI AMORE! I am going to burst!”

He seemed confused for a moment before I screamed, my sperm starting to pump into his mouth.

He choked on it, then pulled off, sperm spraying all over his gorgeous face. Wiping some off with his fingers and spreading them out looking at it.

“You sprayed all over my face.” He said inquisitively.

“Sorry… I was… really excited.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He licked his lips, smirking. “You’re delicious. Very sticky and sweet. Like a glaze.”

I laid my head back, blood rushing to my cock again as he talked.

I am so in love with this man. He’s so cute. I’m going to do so many things to this man. Things that will make the Crows blush. He won’t be the same man that came into this room come morning.

I snapped out of it when I saw his hand waving in front of my face, and his concerned looking eyes watching me.

“Are you alright? I did good, right?” He asked eagerly.

“So good. Soooo good. In fact, I want to thank you for your efforts.~” I giggled.

I then pushed him on his back, crawling on top of him and the face he made…

He looked up at me with such nervous brown eyes. His hands gripping onto my biceps and his legs closed. His cock, however, was throbbing hard.

“Wait.. I’ve never… released before. I just.. could never relax… If I cum too fast, please don’t… don’t think little of me.”

Never released before?!

“Oh you poor pent up man… Oh, that thought makes me weak. Don’t worry. I won’t judge at all. I’m going to make sure you get the release you need.”

He nodded and then watched me as I grabbed his chin, moving his head to the side.

“I’m going to mark you now~”

I buried my face into the crook of his neck and sunk my teeth into his neck. His body reacted hard, his back arching and his hand gripping my hair by the roots but not pulling me off.

I sucked onto his skin, and I could feel him hold back a moan, but then he shuddered, letting out a long low groan. Holding onto me tight, he shook and said a tiny curse under his breath as I let go.

“There.~”

“Bastardo…” he said in a low growl.

I giggled mischievously and crawled down to his, kissing his chest and down his stomach as I went. Feeling every crease and muscle as I got between his legs to his thick, but flaccid cock.

“You poor thing… You must be aching here.” I purred, grabbing his balls. “I’ll help you relieve it.~”

He jolted and covered his face with his arm, his face turning red.

“Just… ahh…”

“Relax, mi amore. I’ll show you how.”

I grabbed his cock and dragged my tongue along the side of it. Licking it up, it starts to quickly rise in my hand.

As Lucanis started making loud groaning noises, I sucked onto his cock hole which made him jolt and arch his back.

“Fuck! Trix! Trix!”

I pulled off giggling, before taking him all the way down my throat, sucking on him as I bobbed my head up and down.

“Oh Maker… Oh Maker, Trix… your mouth is so warm and sopping wet…. Your throat is so tight….! Hhhaaa….”

His moans were turning me on so much, and just feeling his body shake under me made my head spin.

“Trix… Trix… Unnnffff Triiixxx….” he moaned.

I pulled off, jerking him off by my face and getting a breather.

“You're going to cum for me, love~? Are you going to cum for me?” I asked

I started to deep throat him and he let out a loud and long moaning noise, shaking hard.

“Oh fuck… Yes, mi amore! Yes yes! Trix! Trix!”

He grabbed my hair by the root and shoved me down as far as I could go before, forcing me to swallow him down as he shot into my throat.

“Stay. Down.” He growled at me.

My eyes rolled back as I choked on his sperm, trying my best to swallow it down, but it leaked out of my mouth, dripping onto my chin and then on the bed.

“Meirdaaa…” he gasped.

He let go and I gasped for air, coughing and gasping. Lucanis gently rubbed my back, obviously feeling bad for making me choke on him.

“Oh Trix, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go so rough, my mind just… I wasn’t thinking…”

“Fuck me.”

“Pardon?”

I grabbed his shoulders and shook him, looking into his eyes.

“I want. You. To fuck me. HARD.”

I pulled away from him and pushed my face into the pillows, sticking my ass up at him.

“Please Lucanis, I need it! Please just… Fuck me until the sun rises and fill me up. Fill me up with your sperm. Make me messy~!” I begged.

I felt his hands grab my hips and then pin me down. I spread my legs so he’d have easy access to me and hugged a pillow, watching him. He started looking around for something.

“Do you have any oil? Something to make it easier for you and me?”

“I have body oil in my nightstand… It's just going to smell of roses, though.”

Lucanis crawled over to my nightstand and shifted around in the drawer, grabbing the little glass bottle and bringing it over.

He looked at it confused, and then dripped some of it on my hole and then on his cock.

“Okay. Are you ready?” He said, pushing his fingers inside of me, rubbing the oil around inside.

I moaned out, my mind wandering with the rose scent in the air, his fingers stirring me up.

“Y-yes! Fuck me… Fuck me, please…!” I moaned out to him, looking back at him. “Make me yours, Lucanis Dellamorte.”

He placed his cock at my hole, before slipping in with ease, using his fingers as guidance.

“Ahhhhh…~!” I moaned out.

Lucanis laid across my back, shuddering and groaning from his cock inside and my hole was getting stretched open from it.

“I’m… inside.” He gasped.

“Yep… You definitely are, mi amore~ Gods, your cock is so… girthy…thicccck….” I drooled.

Lucanis chuckled a bit, before relaxing into me, kissing my back.

“I’m going to start moving now. Okay…?”

“Okay… Don't be afraid to be rough.” I assured him.

Turns out I didn’t need to.

He started taking long deep strokes in and out of my hole. The oil made him extremely slick and hard for him to control how hard he was going. Or so I thought.

I started moaning out loudly, my pain slowly going towards pleasure. My emotions and hormones were going crazy.

“Mi Amore! Mi amore! oh gods! Oh gods, You are going so hard at the start! You’re going to ruin me!”

“Good… Good…” Lucanis moaned out.

“G-good?!”

He pulled my hair back slamming me deeply on his cock, my inside squeezing around him in a passionate mix of pain and pleasure.

He brought his mouth very close to my ear, growling in it.

“I want to ruin you. Break you. Make it so you recoil at the touch of another man other than my own. I love you, and want to make sure other men know it, too.”

I gasped, my cock throbbing hard at his possessiveness. I wanted him to do it. To fuck me. To have me. To love me. To ruin me. To build me up. As much as he fucking wanted to.

He will have nothing less than what he desires for the rest of his life.

He shoved my face into the bed and started ramming me harder, making me scream out his name. His nickname. I screamed out for him. He screamed out for me.

He flipped me over and hugged me tightly, pressing deeply inside. I could feel his balls pressing against my hole and pulsating with lust.

“I love you, Demitrix. I love you so much.” Lucanis moaned out as he humped into me. “I’ll protect you and love you!”

“I love you too, Lucanis! You’ll never be alone again! I’ll always be right beside you! Fill me up, love! Mir vhenan, fill me up!” I begged.

He kissed me deeply as he pressed all the way into me again, his cock pulsating inside as he started filling me up with sperm. His body was shaking as he came. I, with him. I felt my cock just coating him with sperm, his body becoming sticky on top of me.

I looked up into his eyes and for the first time since I’ve met him, I saw him simply glow. His smile was so soft and genuine. His eyes were so big and loving. He finally relaxed. With me.

“I love you, Lucanis….” I said, dreamily.

“I love you, Demitrix…” He panted.

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“Good morning you two! You both are up super late!” Yelled Bellara.

Lucanis just moved past her into the kitchen.

“Coffee. Coffee. Coffeee…” He groaned.

I came up to her from behind him and smiled.

“He and I had a wild night last night while we were out in Treviso.” I whispered.

“Oh! Hungover?” She whispered back.

Davrin came into the dining room next, smirking.

“Hey Demitrix. Next time you and Lucanis decide to do some late night romping, try to remember that some people hear you.” He said with a smug look.

“Especially if they sleep right under your room.”

I coughed hard, Bellara stood shocked.

Lucanis came out holding a cup of coffee as chaos ensued with Bellara asking millions of questions, Davrin laughing and teasing me, and I trying to get them to quiet down.

I saw him sip and then smile at me. 

“What a great night.” He smirked.

[snowdice]

Little Kestrel (Epilogue) [Birds of Different Feathers Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Patton & Virgil (future Virgil/Patton but not in this story)

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton, Virgil

Appear: Thomas

Mentioned: Janus

Summary:

It was supposed to be a quick job either way. Either Virgil would assassinate King Thomas of Prijaznia or he’d be caught and get executed. Yet, when Virgil gets the wrong bedroom and gets caught by Prince Logan and his future royal advisor, Patton, the job ends up getting way more complicated for the 14-year-old. He also ends up sleeping in a (actually pretty comfortable) closet for a few weeks…

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, assassination attempt, knives, torture mentioned, captivity, teenagers being really dumb, sexual coercion of minors implied, a minor offering sexual favors, fire, minor character death

This is a prequel to Kill Dear. I wrote it 100 words at a time on my blog, but this is the edited version. If you want to see how it was crafted (and possibly some future content), look at the tag proofread stories.

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“Do you think they’ll light your trees on fire this year?” an amused (but slightly concerned) voice asked from behind Jeffers. Jeffers ran a finger over the empty thumb of his slightly dirty gardening gloves while watching the two boys. They were currently leaning over an unlit lantern and various “supplies.” In truth, he’d stopped his own work to watch the two boys out of the very concern the king had just vocalized.

“Virgil helped me fertilize that tree a week ago,” Jeffers replied. “So, I would hope he exercises some caution.”

“Virgil likes fire though,” Thomas pointed out.

Jeffers sighed. “That he does.” He tilted his head towards Thomas. “You did confiscate the fire knife again after last week, yes?”

“I did,” Thomas confirmed, “but that means very little. Even burying that thing with a corpse did not dissuade him.”

As he spoke, a sudden spark of light flew from where the boys were working. A whining sound and then pop sounded as the spark exploded into 10 pieces, raining down colorful light. Luckily, the sparks burned up before hitting the ground (or the tree).

“Boys, if you set anything on fire, you will be grounded from the festival,” Thomas called in a booming voice. Both boys jumped. Jeffers imagined Logan hadn’t even known he was there. (Virgil certainly had, but he’d still jumped. “For the second year in a row in Logan’s case.”

“They’re not flammable!” was the claim from Logan.

“I don’t believe you,” Thomas called back.

The boys ignored this, turning back to their experiment.

“We should have kept them grounded,” Thomas muttered.

Despite Thomas’s original decision to ground Patton and Logan until their 50s (and Helen’s push to keep them grounded until Thomas, Helen, and Jeffers himself were all dead and couldn’t enforce it anymore), the boys had only been truly grounded for two months after Thomas had found out the truth of Virgil’s origins. (Though there were still jokes they were still technically grounded.) That did, however, mean that Patton and Logan had been grounded from most of the Lantern Festival the year before.

Logan, at least, seemed to be trying to make up for lost time this year (explosively). Jeffers did worry about where Patton was slightly, but honestly Patton without Logan or Virgil tended to be much less destructive in his hijinx. The worst he was probably doing was stealing sweets out from under Helen’s nose. Which was why both Jeffers and Thomas were currently here watching these two.

There were more sparks from the boy’s experiment. The grass caught fire at their feet. Virgil hastily stomped it out.

“I’ll watch them if you want to get food to bribe Virgil away,” Jeffers offered.

Thomas shook his head. “No need,” he said, and began walking towards them. “I thought you said that was ‘not flammable,’” he called as he walked towards them.

“Well, they’re technically not,” was Logan’s reply. “…The grass is though.”

Jeffers rolled his eyes for the benefit of no one as he turned away. He decided he was going to go get food to bribe Virgil away from destruction.

Since it was spring, he didn’t have as much food readily available, but he did already have a small crop of a new breed of radishes he could harvest to taste test. The vegetable garden was a good walk away, but he figured Thomas would be good enough supervision for the moment.

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“Give,” Thomas demanded upon stopping a couple of feet in front of the children. Logan frowned but packed up and handed him the travel sized potion set without argument. (Thomas regretted giving that thing to him. Yes, it had made logical sense after the attempted poisoning. No, it had never been used for anything as practical as an antidote.) Thomas turned to Virgil. “You too,” he said. “Give.”

“I don’t have anything,” Virgil said with no hint of deception in his expression. Which, of course, meant he was lying to Thomas’s face.

“Nuh uh,” Thomas said. “Give it.”

They had a staring contest for a few moments before Virgil finally sighed. To Thomas’s surprise, he did not take out the fire knife. Instead, Virgil reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of what looked like rocks. He put them in Thomas’s outstretched hand.

Thomas had no idea what they were by sight, but considering the theme of their lantern decoration attempts (that is explosives and fire) he could hazard a guess.

“Am I holding explosives in my hand?” Thomas asked.

“They won’t explode unless they come into contact with vinegar,” Logan said.

“So, they are explosive,” Thomas said. “Just not currently active ones.”

“…I suppose,” Logan said.

Thomas opened Logan’s potion kit to get one of its sterile empty containers and put the explosive rocks into it. Then, he zipped the potion kit back up, with a mental note to himself to make sure to take the explosive rocks out of it before giving it back. He pointed at the lantern on the ground. “Paint it like normal people, please.”

Virgil leaned over towards Logan and spoke out of the side of his mouth. “King of Boring more like.”

“I can hear you,” Thomas pointed out, but Virgil, of course, had intended to be heard.

He grinned up innocently in response and Thomas just shook his head before lowering himself to the ground next to the scorched patch of grass.

In addition to their nontraditional decorating supplies, they did also have the usual supply of paints, ribbons, and colorful pieces of paper with them. They brought these out now and began work on making a few more lanterns to decorate. (As Logan and Virgil had only bothered to make one and it was now scorched on the inside.)

Patton and Helen arrived as they were finishing setting up their 6th (unburnt) lantern. The fact that Helen was not in the kitchen must mean all of the food for the festivities was officially finished and likely being handed out by other members of the staff. She’d been working almost nonstop for the past week to make sure everything was ready.

Both of them were carrying a basket full of enough food to provide snacks and dinner for their group for the rest of the night.

Most people did not go back inside during the Lantern Festival from midafternoon until all of the lanterns had been released into the night sky and disappeared, so, they had to have food for the entire night. Most of the food Helen had prepared was traditional for the festival (though there was a nonzero chance Helen had slipped some chicken alfredo into one of the baskets.)

Virgil had gotten to try a lot of the traditional dishes last year, but Thomas still couldn’t help but smile thinking about all of the sweet breads and meat stuffed pies the boy was going to shove into his face tonight.

One of Thomas’s personal favorites was a soft muffin-like pastry. When broken apart, a golden filling reminiscent of the lit lanterns was revealed. The dessert was usually eaten a bit before the lanterns were released and was shared between two people. Thomas had shared the treat with Virgil the year before and the boy had been entranced by the sparkling filling.

It had been a nice moment, one where Virgil’s leeriness towards him (that had never quite gone away after Thomas knew about his past) had faded for a moment, and the boy had just been a 14-year-old. It had warmed Thomas’ heart to see it.

God, but in those moments when his walls dropped, did he always remind Thomas of Aedan.

Now, Virgil was 15, and while Thomas could always see traces of his past in the ways he acted sometimes, things were better now. Thomas saw more of those moments where Virgil felt safe every day.

Like right now, when Logan pulled out a book detailing common Lantern Festival symbols and their meanings, Virgil only took a moment to glance at their surroundings with a cautious eye before bending over the book to take a closer look.

He had gotten much better at reading after Thomas got him a real tutor, but he still mouthed a few of the words to himself as he read the page.

He seemed to make a decision about one of his drawings because he sat back and grabbed some of the paints. Patton spoke happily to him, complimenting his color choices enthusiastically for “that one.”

Jeffers returned from wherever he’d gone off to a few minutes later. He’d brought himself a chair from his shed to sit on instead of sitting on the ground with the rest of them. Despite all the active work he did in the gardens all day, apparently sitting on the ground hurt his back.

He’d also brought a handful of something which he slipped to Virgil.

“Are these the new radishes?” Virgil asked, a hint of excitement to his tone.

Jeffers grunted an affirmation. “Thought you could be the first to try them.”

Virgil was more than happy to do so of course. (It was food, and it was gardening.) Thomas watched him chew happily; his eyes were brighter than the lanterns they would release in a few hours.

He was unsurprised when, amongst the traditional painted symbols representing safety, family, and home, a radish also appeared on Virgil’s lantern that night.

Perhaps it was a strange thing to put on a lantern symbolizing your wishes for the next year, but when the golden lantern floated into the sky hours later, Thomas thought it was perfect.

~~~

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[alienposadismo]

So I got two wack Sakamoto Days AU ideas that are stuck in my head.

Not entirely sure if they are on Ao3 yet, but still. Oh, and uh, very minor spoilers I think.

Idea 1 - The KFC AU.

What if Taro Sakamoto was the manager not of a convenience store post-retirement, but of a KFC joint?

Did I just put the SakaDays crew into my work shoes out of boredom? Partially, but hear me out.

In theory, there wouldn't be that much change from the base canon. In practice, however, there is quite the potential for some funky and funny scenarios. Think about it - in a convenience store, the average business loop is clients come, take what they want, pay at the register at leave. Meanwhile, in a KFC joint with the former hitman legend in it, you could have:

Shin managing 5 delivery orders at once along with 5 assassins at once (with Heisuke and Piisuke as the ones delivering and Shin as the one preparing for delivery)

Lu in the kitchen, cooking up both enemies and burgers

Taro stunning opponents with corncobs and catching bullets with thongs

Slur's headquarters and operations utilizing McDonalds for maximum irony

Delicious Colonel comparisons with Sakamoto's fit and stache and all

A showcase or two of what happens when there's a really annoying CIVILLIAN client

Taco Bell JCC? Burger King Order?

And those are just the examples I can think of off the top of my head. Goes to show that this idea's quite the Zinger. *ba dum tss*

Idea 2 - The Trans Aoi Sakamoto AU

What if Aoi Sakamoto was the protagonist, while ALSO formerly being the legendary hitman Taro Sakamoto?

Synopsis is simple - Taro Sakamoto remains this boogeyman, this legendary undefeated hitman atop the assassin world... and then he vanishes with no trace. Or rather, whatever traces are there lead to the Sakamoto store and the completely different-looking Aoi... who conveniently has Taro's surname. And his glasses. And his combat prowess. And the ability to bully Shin via imagine-kills. And a mysterious 1bil bounty on her head.

How does the drastic transformation work? Nagumo and his magi- I mean disguising skill! What about moments where Sakamoto slims down and goes serious? Well, you now have two levels of removed limits - disguise pop, where underneath you got the fat Taro form we know with the power boost of the disguise no longer being a priority, and slim down, where she goes REAL serious! What about Hana? Well... yeah, that one would be a bit trickier to adapt, given the biology-based gimmick of our new Sakamoto and all, but hey, Ao3 is gonna find a way! Hopefully. Either it or me. Maybe a transmasc husband could do the trick, though I am getting off-topic...

Yeah, ch.74 onwards gave me, or rather my imagination, that banger of a concept. Maybe in part cause I am also one of them trans femmes? I dunno. Point is, it rocks, go make fics and fanart based on the idea if you want to, I'll love every second of it all. Same goes for the KFC AU idea, though you can tell which one I am more passionate about...😘

OG Art I used for the Trans!Aoi edit - https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/7466271?q=sakamoto_aoi_%28sakamoto_days%29+

(Twitter doesn't work right on my end 😔 )

Anyways, uh, hope ya had fun reading this!

[scarabsinthestardust]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 12

MASTERLIST

word count: 1600+

This is very much a filler chapter and might be kinda dumb, but it will be important for some stuff later on down the road. (***I have edited the original since posted, just some minor details that were bothering me)

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Language; Drinking; talks of alcoholism, drunk driving, car accidents, staying sober

When Finn came to Nashville initially, he and Josh hit it off very well. They had an immediate connection that any outsider might describe as ‘love at first sight,’ as cheesy as it sounded. They were seemingly inseparable, spending most of their spare time together. I wasn’t deeply involved in either of their sex lives, but I’d been told they hooked up on more than one occasion. They never made it official, though, which didn’t surprise me. Between Finn having to go back to Colorado for work and Josh eventually going on tour again with the band, they probably felt like a steady relationship wasn’t viable. Never mind the fact that I had never seen Finn commit to a relationship with anyone.

Jake and I briefly discussed it, and he expressed his concern that Finn was using Josh, leading him on. I was confident that was not the case, and assured him that Finn was more than capable of communicating what he wanted to Josh. He would make things clear, ensuring that the two were on the same page. And Josh never gave anything away that led me to believe otherwise. Jake had a hard time trusting Finn, although at the time I couldn’t figure out why.

The next time Finn came to town, however, Josh was beyond excited to see him again. And his excitement only grew when Finn told us that he’d be staying in Nashville for good, only occasionally having to travel out of state when his job required it. 

Josh invited everyone over for a get-together and movie night at his house. I came bearing a couple bottles of liquor, with the full intention of letting loose. It was the usual crew, along with a few of their friends I had met a couple of times. We watched some cheesy, B-rate horror flick and spent the evening socializing. I was having a pretty good time, but when I tried to strike up a conversation with Josh, it was like we were back to square one where he didn’t trust me. He stuck to one- or two-word responses and avoided looking directly at me until he excused himself to go pay his attention somewhere else. I was confused and irritated at his behavior, but I didn’t want to make a scene in front of his guests, so I opted to address it later.

I had been mingling until I got roped into mediating a debate between Sam and another partygoer over some big-time pop artist I didn’t care about. At some point, I glanced over and noticed Jake and Josh through the sliding glass door on the back patio deck. They looked like they were arguing. I excused myself and started heading their way to see what was going on.

The argument didn’t appear too heated. It looked more like Josh was one who was pissed off, and Jake was trying to calm his twin’s anger. I probably should have kept my distance and let them work it out, but I’m nosy to a fault, and I needed to know if it had anything to do with me. The way Josh looked at me when I joined them outside seemed to answer my question. He rolled his eyes and stormed past me, slamming the door shut behind him.

Jake sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Wanna tell me what that’s about? What’d I do to piss him off this time?”

“Uh… he’s just…” Jake turned to meet my eyes, an almost… disappointed look on his face. “Actually, I’m a little confused, too. Why’d you insist on bringing liquor tonight?”

That was a weird question, and I had no idea what he was aiming at. “Um, was I not supposed to bring alcohol to the house party?”

“You thought it was a good idea to supply alcohol to a recovering alcoholic?”

My mind was reeling with that I thought he was referring to. I thought back to the night he poured all the liquor out. He hadn’t bought anymore to keep in the house but hadn’t quit drinking entirely. We had gone out for drinks with the guys countless times since that night and he never expressed to me that was suddenly calling himself a ‘recovering alcoholic.’

“What? I know you don’t want the hard stuff in the house during… but Jake, if you were struggling that much with it why didn’t you-“

“Huh? No, I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about Finn. Josh is pissed. Finn told him it was okay, that he could handle it. And I guess he’s fine, but Josh-“

“Woah, wait. Stop. Jake, what the fuck are you talking about?”

He blinked at me, a thick air of confusion settling between the two of us. “You didn’t know?”

“Know what? Why are we talking about Finn like he has a drinking problem?”

“Uh… because he told Josh he did. Said he has a chip, goes to AA meetings and everything. You seriously didn’t know?”

I racked my brain for any and every conversation I’d ever had with Finn, trying to figure out if he did mention it, if I blocked it out or forgot. I tried to remember a time when I had seen him drunk, tried to connect the dots, but I couldn’t find any. “He never said anything to me. Why would he keep that from me?”

Jake sighed. “I guess we both assumed you knew. I’ll talk to Josh.”

“Yeah, do that.” I know my words came off snippy, but I didn’t care.

“I’m sorry.” He reached out for me, but I pulled away, unable to hide the hurt.

“You really thought I’d be so ignorant about something that serious? He’s my best friend, Jake. I never would have…” I let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… go keep Josh busy. I need to have a conversation with Finn.”

He bit his lip and stared at me apologetically, but didn’t retort, and went to find his brother.

I found Finn alone, fiddling with the record player. “Hey, can we talk?”

He smiled, not appearing to be put off by my presence. “Sure.” He started a Fleetwood Mac record and turned all his attention to me. “Hey, are you alright?”

I led him to an unoccupied spot on the pool deck and didn’t speak again until we were alone. “How long have you been sober?”

The question caught him off guard, but his expression quickly softened. “Three years,” he said quietly. He reached into his pocket, pulling something out and holding it out for me to see. I eyeballed the bronze coin, glinting in the lights illuminating the deck. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He slipped the coin back into the safety of his pocket. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, I just didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.” He bit his lip nervously.

We both took seats in empty chairs. “What happened,” I asked. I figured there had to be a story there somewhere.

He picked at his cuticles while he searched for the words. His voice was low when he finally spoke. “Car crash in Sioux Falls. I was drunk, shouldn’t have been driving. The car I hit… it was a mother and two young kids. Everybody was okay, just minor injuries, but the mom had to be transported because she was so panicked she couldn’t catch her breath. When I saw how upset those kids were… they were terrified. And it was my fault they had to go through with it in the first place. They got lucky, like someone was looking out for them that night. But I could have killed them, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had.” There was a glaze over his eyes, like tears dwelled right below the surface, waiting to show themselves. “I only spent a few weeks in jail. First offense and all. The state made me pay a fine and mandated some AA meetings before I could have my license back. It didn’t feel like it was enough. I deserved worse.”

“Finn,” I whispered, reaching out to grasp his hand. “You made a mistake. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. And for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you, where you’re at now.”

“Thanks.” He squeezed my hand once before letting go. “I’m sorry if Josh got shitty with you about it. I tried to tell him it wasn’t your fault, but he gets tunnel vision and it’s hard to change his mind.”

“That’s called being a stubborn ass,” I retorted.

Finn chuckled. “I like his stubbornness. It’s endearing.” He let out a contented sigh. “I think I’m falling in love with him, Kya.”

“Is that why you chose to stay in Nashville?”

“Maybe it was one of the reasons.” He looked at me like a guilty kid who just got caught in a fib. “I think I really want to give it a shot, see where things go?”

“Have you guys talked about it, making it official?”

“A little. I know it probably won’t be easy. They’re leaving for tour soon, and we all know I don’t have the slightest idea what I’m doing when it comes to relationships.” He let out a nervous laugh. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll fuck it all up before we ever get started.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You’re not gonna fuck it up. If you love him, it’ll be worth giving it a chance. Besides, we can keep each other company while they’re gone.”

“Or keep each other out of trouble.”

“Same thing.”

He laughed, nodding in agreement. “You got a deal.”

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[murdockbarnes]

saree not saree

pairing: lily evans x desi fem!reader

summary: helping lily put on a saree for the first time.

wordcount: 672 words

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. SEXUAL TENSION!! they're gay your honour!!!, pining, fluff, awkwardness

A/N: this thought popped into my head and would not let me sleep. reader is desi and there is no mention of which country so as to be more inclusive.

any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

it took lily little convincing to attend your family function with you. cultural food, cultural clothes, and a sleepover with her best friend rolled into one? count her in!

but as much as she loved sarees (especially seeing you in them), she would need all your help and then some to be able to wear it properly.

with your own saree done, you look over and see lily holding hers.

"here, let me help." you said, stepping closer to lily.

"oh yes, please thank god," she said with a chuckle. you smiled back in response, taking hold of the saree now. you see her petticoat is much too lose to be able to the saree and tell her it needs to be more snug.

"may i?" you ask, gesturing to the petticoat, and she nods.

you take the string to tighten the petticoat, untying it and praying your bent head hides how warm your cheeks have gotten. as you work on retying it to a snugger fit, your knuckles brush the soft skin of lily's skin, and you miss the way her breath hitches and her cheeks redden.

you tuck one end of the saree into the petticoat, trying to use the very tips of your fingers to do so while still making sure it's secure enough. when you finish pleating and tuck it in, your fingers sliding between lily's skin and petticoat, just below her belly button, you see her breath hitch and goosebumps rise all over her skin. you finally look up, now eyelevel with her heaving chest, and your eyes slowly pan over to her face as red as her hair.

her eyes are wide, filled with... panic? and if you weren't concerned about her and hypervigilant of the slightest of her motions, you would have missed the quick glance at your lips.

with your hands still around her hips, gently tracing the edge of the petticoat, and therefore her skin, you rise to your full height. you two are close enough to feel each other's breaths, and you can practically taste the sweets she had earlier. still looking into her wide eyes, you take the saree and drape it over her shoulder, pinching the fabric in the small space between your bodies to adjust it over her chest, careful not to touch. lily hopes you fail to notice the fresh wave of goosebumps, but you do.

with careful hands, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers coming back to cradle lily's jaw.

"tell me to stop, lily," you breathe out in a whisper, lips inches from hers, "tell me to stop if you don't want this."

she glances back down at your lips. "i don't want you to."

and before you can react, you feel her fingers wrap around the back of your neck and her lips on yours. it's soft at first, slow and sweet, but it slowly grows in urgency as her fingers tangle in your hair, trailing over your shoulders and chest to finally rest low on your back. you can do nothing but go with the flow, hands in lily's hair, surprised because you hadn't thought she had kissed a girl before. out of breath, you both slowly break apart, foreheads still together.

"not bad for my first time kissing a girl, huh?" lily says a bit breathlessly. she feels warm all over her body, heart thudding against her chest. but simultaneously, there's a comforting feeling, like warm honey coating her from head to toe. it's a heady feeling, she won't lie.

"hmm, maybe you could do with some practice, though," you joke, giving her a quick peck or two. "we have to go now though, or we'll be late and all the sweets will be gone."

"after all, we have all the time in the world to figure it out." lily's smile bright as she says so. she takes your hand out the door, and she'll follow it just about anywhere.

after all, what's better than a best friend?

[stepswordsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne Chibi Commission by Hika 🖤💙🐍🐇

Kuroha (Saeru) and Ene Chibi Icon Commission by Hika (@/onigiwi2namayo)

Hika's Twitter: (X)

Hika's VGen: (X)

In accordance with Hika's Terms of Service (TOS), editing, using, or reposting these arts, in any way, is prohibited without explicit permission from Hika, and me, the commissioner.

Intro

Thank you to Hika for the lovely commission of my beloved KuroEne 🖤💙🐍🐇

I also commissioned Hika before to draw my KHR Yume (Canon/OC) ship of Xanxus and Selena ❤️💜 That will be posted soon, too 🥰

I don't mind giving permission if my mutuals want to use them. I'll most likely grant it, but you also need to receive Hika's permission if you do.

I commissioned Hika to draw Kuroha and Ene for my chibi icon commission! Hika initially drew the unhinged expression for Kuroha >:D And then changed to the version with the smug smile :]

I asked Hika to keep both expressions for the finalized versions since I loooove both 💞💘

Hika sent me the high-res files for the KuroEne commission 🖤💛💙 THEY'RE SO CUTE AHHH I'M SO HAPPY!!! MY CHILDHOOD OTP OF 10+ YEARS!!!

I LOVE THE COLOURS AND THEIR EXPRESSIONS... MY KAGEPRO OTP FOREVER!!! THE BELOVEDS

KUROENE WORLD DOMINATION 💥💥💥

Hika's chibi style is SO cute. I love how Hika draws eyes and expressions sm… Kuroha's new expression is SO cute OMGGG. I also LOVE the insane one very much <3 I love both! And Ene my wife is just the CUTEST AAAAA 😭💙💘💞

The thick round lines and simple blush and highlights works so well. God they look SO precious!!! And Hika's colour choices are fantastic.

I love the blue~ish tones Hika used for Kuroha's hair and how Hika used yellow and blue for the backgrounds to make the colours pop.

The dark blue BG works well against Ene's more muted blue hair. And I love the ice blue colour Hika chose for Ene's eyes ahhh…

Also ty to Hika for including both expressions~ The cute Kuroha and the insane expression are so nice ahhh. AND MY WIFE ENE'S ADORABLE EXPRESSION AHDSHDSHDSHDS

I put the Saeru twice for the sake of formatting

My Message

This was the message I left for Hika!

I love how the commission turned out... You drew their eyes and expressions so well~ 😭🥺

Your chibi style is very adorable! You draw such expressive chibis! They look so precious~ I also love the colours you chose and how well they pair with the BG colours. The thick round lines, simple blush and highlights are so nice in your style!

The colour choices are amazing ✨ I love the blue~ish tones used for Kuroha's hair, and how the yellow and blue background colours makes their colours stand out!

The dark blue BG works well against Ene's blue hair~ And I love the ice blue colour chosen for Ene's eyes! 💙

I'm so glad you were so accomodating with minor changes and revisions like colour changes and small details! I really appreciate it 🥰💘💞

Misc Rambles

WHEN HIKA SENT ME THE KUROENE CHIBI COMM OH MY GODDDD THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭🖤💙

MY HEART RATE SPIKED WHEN I SAW THESE...

THEIR EXPRESSIONS PLEASEEEEEEEEE

ENE MY WIFE IS SO CUTE I COULD CRY

12 YEAR OLD ME WOULD BE SO PROUD OF ME RIGHT NOW… BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE IN THE WORLD 🤸

I KNEW HIKA WOULD DO THEM JUSTICE CRYING SCREAMING SHAKING ADKLSKLSDKLDSKLKLSDKLSDKL

Commission Rambles

KuroEne have some official art refs (official art, merch arts) that can be inconsistent in colours (ex. their headphones) so I also gave some notes and quick edits of official arts.

I sent these arts of Kuroha and Ene as my main refs 🖤💙

I sent more too, but I felt that since I'm commissioning chibis of them, that these arts simplify their designs nicely.

Kuroha and Ene Rubber Strap Charms by 1st PLACE

Kuroha and Ene from Cospa's Tsumamare Series (Pinched Series)

Concept Arts by Sidu from .dsd –Sidu illustration Works 2011-2015–

Scans by @/ayara-resara

Edit by me

Ene, Konoha, and Kuroha from Mekakucity V's

I did a little edit of their concept arts for fun. I mainly did it to get a clearer full body ref of Saeru to make it easier for the artists I'm commissioning

Takane/Ene and her bfs. All 3 of them /lh 🖤💛💙

My main focus is on 9/6 and XX/6, basically all related ships (KuroEne, HaruTaka, KonoEne)

Depending on the arts (including merch arts), Kuroha's clothes either get coloured with the same black colour, or with the inner clothes as a darker black.

I prefer when his inner clothes and boots, etc., are a darker black cuz it has more visual contrast against his design. It also differentiates the clothes more to have the outer shirt be a lighter gray black vs. the darker blacks in his hair and inner clothes.

His entire design is in dark colours (black, gray), and the gold in his eyes and facial markings cuts away from that. Yellow is a bright vivid colour.

Though it makes sense in MVs like Outer Science and some official arts/merch why his outer and inner shirts are the same colour to not distract from the mood/atmosphere, and also in pieces/merch that use a limited colour palette

For the FIRST time, I finally get to see that Kuroha art in full and not in crusty quality for once. It's a happy day for me

She is TINY compared to them... Haruka/Konoha/Kuroha is 182 cm (6'0") and Ene is 157 cm (5'2") or 640 px tall... Portable gf. They could put her in their pocket

Interesting that Ene's thigh highs were originally asymmetrical in the concept arts. The finalized design definitely fits her more.

Simplifying Ene's headphones is completely fine with me cuz of the rectangular part on it...

The rest of my rambles are under the cut as usual! ✨

Commissions

Whenever I commission artists, I send a detailed description of the characters' relevant design details, poses and expressions, etc., in the form itself.

Then I attach all necessary art refs in a Google Drive Folder and then send the link to the artist.

Because I know that sending a lot of art refs and a detailed description, just makes things easier for the artists you're commissioning.

My commission request forms tend to look like this

Commission Request

Characters

Series/OC (if applicable)

Design Details (for each character)

Poses and Expressions (Artists can ask for these to help guide their art process, but otherwise I just leave it up to the artist)

Other Notes (Simplifying details, especially for chibis, is perfectly fine with me)

VGen Rambles

VGen's site layout and format are honestly better than Ko-fi's imo

VGen has a REALLY nice UI for commissioning artists... I prefer it over Ko-fi when it comes to commissioning artists.

It shows all your commission requests in an organized format, and it has a really good commission request form, where the artist can send invoices.

VGen lets you upload more files and links as art refs. It's better than Ko-fi's in that it allows you to upload more files and add links. Iirc, I think Ko-fi's has a limit of 5

The artists can DM with their clients on VGen directly, and also leave files in high quality directly on the commission form after completion

There's also a review section, typically the artist leaves a review for the client and the client can give one. I always leave a message for the artist after the commission is done to show my gratitude 🥰

[cantsayidont]

March 1985. Whatever else one may say about the Crisis on Infinite Earths, it was a triumph for truth in advertising: Worlds lived, worlds died, and the DC Universe was never the same. A cynic might add, "And nothing ever made sense again," since the event kicked off almost 40 years of retcons, revisions, and successive reboots, which DC used to internally describe as "white events," after the cataclysmic moment in CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS #10 where the original multiverse was shattered and recreated:

Even before the Crisis event was ever conceived, DC had a long history of fairly dramatic editorial and creative shifts, some of which hung on specific story events (like the de-powering of Wonder Woman in 1968) and some of which did not (like the inauguration of Batman's "New Look" in 1964). With the benefit of hindsight, it's possible to make some general observations about editorial revisionism and efforts to tear down and rebuild internal continuity:

It's ultimately easier (and more effective) to ignore than to change. When Julius Schwartz became Batman editor in 1964, he dispensed with many characters and concepts that had been staples under his predecessor, Jack Schiff, such as Batwoman and Bat-Mite. With one exception, there was no story explanation of where they'd gone — they just stopped showing up and were soon forgotten. The exception was Alfred the butler, who was killed off dramatically in DETECTIVE COMICS #328. When the producers of the 1966 Batman TV show decided to incorporate Alfred into that series, Schwartz was obliged to resurrect him, in a singularly preposterous way, after which he was regarded as indispensable. By contrast, while most of the characters who'd simply been ignored also returned, it was much later and generally in quite minor ways; their long absence reduced them to marginalia that could be incorporated or not, as seemed most useful.

Crossovers are the most serious and persistent enemy of change. The nature of company-owned comics is that the characters will inevitably show up in crossovers, team-ups, and events of various kinds, often written, drawn, and edited by people who aren't familiar with the finer points of the characters' history, inevitably resulting in troublesome contradictions, up to and including characters who were previously supposed to be dead inexplicably popping up alive. The more convoluted a change to a character or their history, the more likely that it will misrepresented, accidentally undone, or just ignored the next time the character shows up in a series other than their own.

A true line-wide reboot is commercially infeasible. A publisher like DC or Marvel has many different titles at once, and at any given time, some of them are selling better than others. If a title isn't selling well, there may be nothing to lose by rebooting it or making drastic changes to its characters and direction, but doing that to a series that's currently a hot seller is foolhardy. So, the bestsellers will generally stroll through a "white event" with only minor cosmetic adjustments, while weaker titles may undergo a whole series of radical reinventions. If the former bestseller goes into a slump and one of those radical reinventions transforms an underdog into a hit, the situation will be reversed. Surely this won't backfire later …

Timing is everything. A lot of the confusion that resulted at DC in the wake of the Crisis stemmed from the fact that different revisions happened at different times. For instance, the headaches surrounding Hawkman began in large part because of the editorial decision in 1990 not to treat the Tim Truman HAWKWORLD series as a kind of "Hawkman: Year One" (which is how it was conceived), but rather as a reboot, even though that threatened to retroactively remove the Hawks from books like JUSTICE LEAGUE, which had become very popular following its most recent revamp. This kind of thing creates situations where creative teams have to come up with desperate contrivances to explain retroactive changes to very recent stories. Having Hawkman and Hawkwoman stop showing for Justice League adventures for a while wouldn't have been a big deal, but trying to assert that the Hawkman and Hawkwoman who'd previously appeared were either never really there or were actually somebody else was another matter, and the problems this created were never fully resolved.

Continuity-tidying for its own sake is almost always a creative dead end. This is a lesson that Nelson Bridwell and Roy Thomas demonstrated over and over throughout the Bronze Age: It's one thing to have some flashbacks, if it serves the story, or maybe to retell a character's origin with a few nips and tucks, but if your main purpose is to explain, e.g., why Namor once wore the wrong shorts, the results are likely to be either silly or tedious. This hasn't stopped DC and Marvel from wasting a lot of ink and paper on specials and miniseries that exist to retell earlier stories in an updated, continuity-compliant manner, usually to no good end. The fundamental problem with such things is that their main object is to regurgitate familiar older stories (if they weren't familiar, there would be no point in retelling them) while urging readers who have read the original version (who are the most likely audience) to ignore their lying eyes. This is, with very, very few exceptions, a dismal exercise that routinely defeats even usually reliable creators like John Ostrander (see for example the tiresome 2001–2002 JLA: INCARNATIONS), and frequently results in yet more contradictions to explain or ignore.

The bottom line is that while you can blow things up all you want, the likelihood that they can be reassembled in a clearer, more cohesive way is really quite low, and diminishes the more frequently you try.

I want to be clear here that this isn't a criticism of the CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS series (which has many virtues, along with some significant flaws), or even any of the individual revisions and retcons that have followed, some of which are, in their own right, perfectly fine. The dilemma is that the project that an event like this represents is ultimately a doomed one. It might spark some commercial interest, at least briefly (which is of course at least half the point), but simplification and unity are just not in the cards and probably never will be.