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ginnyrules27 · 1 day ago
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Hey all, sorry for the late post here…I just woke up lol!
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stickdoodlefriend · 1 day ago
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Shoes in hand, Eddie sneaks in through the backdoor of his own house and feels all kind of stupid about it. He snicks the door shut, scanning all the corners of the kitchen and the living room for movement and finds only the rolling credits of some movie that illuminates the rest of the house.
He hears no weed whackers thumping the ground, no power tools, no trays in the oven smelling like heaven and sighs in relief.
Thank God Bobby's not home. It's not that Eddie isn't glad that Bobby is alive and well, rescued from the government lab after information from Taylor Kelly of all people.
But it's the breath between disasters right now, and even if everything goes to shit, Eddie has Chris back, he has Buck to call as his own, in a way that is wholly for them and they've even slapped a silly label on (as if boyfriends encompassed what they've been through and what Buck means to him) so Meth Lab Jim can't make goo goo eyes at Buck every time Buck brings a new batch of cookies for Chris's bake sale. Who knew Jim had a kid who went to the same school as Chris?
And this breath that Eddie can take freely leaves him dizzy, dizzy with want and joy like he could intertwine his fingers with Buck and dance across the living room all night. Want builds and it flushes his cheeks rosy pink when Buck cards his fingers through Eddie's hair, tilts his head up to look at Eddie and smiles, things he has been doing for the past seven years together but now that joy beams like the sun at him, who is Eddie but a sunflower to follow and inch closer?
He knows Buck is eager too, hears him muffle his laughter when they press their mouths together and bump noses in the rush of excitement, shushing each other at night because Christopher has his headphones off in the other room. Sees the heated looks Buck sends his way in the locker room that Ravi catches and then sprints out.
And with Chris getting older—fourteen, holy shit— he has developed the same malady that inflicted him at that age and promptly tried getting every opportunity to get out of the house and away from him and Buck.
Which, with the time and touch he has been craving to explore this new thing between Buck and him, Eddie's ecstatic. It's a win-win. Chris gets to hang with his friends and so does Eddie.
Or he would have if not for a recently retired firehouse captain who has planted himself at South Bedford Street like a semi-permanent guest that increases the number of tupperwares and socks in the house.
"Eddie?" Buck's voice comes out like a mumble from the couch and his mop of curly hair pops into Eddie's view as he sits up.
Eddie winds his way to the couch and leans over to give a quick peck on Buck's mouth in greeting, "Hey, I'm home. Traffic was crazy."
"You're in LA, not El Paso," Buck grumbles though he grips Eddie's henley and deepens the kiss, eyes fluttering as he hums contentedly.
Eddie grins, lets the idyllic domesticity wash over him, "That I am."
Buck straightens until he's kneeling on the couch until he's almost Eddie's height, throwing a hand behind Eddie to press them closer and kiss again,"Not leaving?"
"If I do, I'm taking you with me," Eddie breathes, grazing his lips against Buck's before brushing them across Buck's nose and cheekbones and jaw and his throat, feather-light touches that have Buck tightening his grip on him, "You signed up for this, cowboy. No take backs."
"I'm okay with that. But—" Buck gasps as Eddie's hand moves up and tugs his hair.
"But what?" Eddie delights as Buck wrestles for control and touches Eddie more purposefully, toying with the hem of Eddie's shirt.
"Buck," a voice announces proudly, following footsteps to the living room when Eddie springs apart from Buck, "I just fixed your tyre pressure. Your front left one was only at 26 PSI but I had the portable machine so it should be all good now."
Bobby.
Within seconds, the flush on Buck's cheeks fades and he hops out of the couch beaming as he thanks Bobby and asks, "There's a portable machine that tells you the pressure?"
Oblivious to whatever was happening, Bobby shakes the bee-colored contraption in his hands to draw attention to it and points to different areas to show Buck different dials and switches.
Eddie remembers what Buck had told him about his years on the road, and though he phrases them as adventures, Eddie can hear the loneliness seep through, names of people Buck holds with care but who would not do the same. Stories of Buck before Buck 1.0—Evan. Maddie's little brother learning to be a man in between houses and couches and jobs.
In one of the stories, Buck's cash would run out without a place to sleep so he would kick the driver seat of the car all to the front to accommodate his growing legs in the backseat. In another one, it was the first time Buck had dealt with winters harsher than Hershey, Pennsylvania while working on a ranch in Montana and the cold had plunged the pressure of his tires so low that it might has well been a flat and had stranded him two hours away from the ranch in heavy snowfall.
When Eddie had asked if had just forgotten to check the pressure, Buck had shrugged and replied that the man who ran the ranch had taught yelled at him for the same and then taught him how to check and refill the air pressure after the snow had let up, and the person who had taught him to drive hadn't exactly gone over the extra controls like fog lights and the windshield wipers.
"It wasn't Maddie?" Eddie had asked, trying to keep his voice from wavering. There was no way Margaret or Philip Buckley would have the patience.
Buck had snorted and then winced at the volume, pausing to hear any shuffling from outside the door that might indicate Chris had woken up, "Maddie was already in Boston. I took a bus to her wedding."
"Then who?"
Buck had smirked though the smile did not reach his eyes, "The same guy who used to get the best beer from his dad's fridge. His old man was so drunk the entire time, he would never notice."
"Do you still keep in touch?"
"I sent him a postcard once. His sister replied to tell me he had died while driving drunk. Swerved too hard trying to avoid the oncoming traffic and hit a tree."
Eddie had pressed a kiss to Buck's forehead immediately, letting his lips linger and feel Buck trembling underneath, "I'm sorry."
"It was quick, and now Bobby's been teaching me how to make the jeep last longer."
Right, and now Eddie feels like the devil for getting annoyed with Bobby for teaching Buck the things his parents hadn't.
So, Eddie watches as Bobby goes over the routine checks Buck forgets about after putting them on his to-do lists until the conversation devolves into something about snow chains which they absolutely do not need in LA.
"Thanks, Bobby. If Buck and I ever make plans to drive to Alaska, those brands you suggested will absolutely be my go to. Is Athena also joining us for dinner?"
"She's not, but I made some lasagna for you while you were sleeping. Just stick it in the oven at 400 degrees for ten to fifteen minutes and you're golden."
If Eddie's fun plans with his boyfriend could be derailed, then this conversation was a train with Abby's fiancé on board.
Snippet from a fic I'm working on. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!
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piltoversfinest-caitvi · 8 months ago
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Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi from the Artbook
Please note there are 221 pages in this artbook. I am not posting everything! But here are some of the spreads for both Caitlyn and Vi that I decided to upload. Some tidbits are also incredibly interesting!
If you want more snippets, I'll be over on twt posting them (@FelurianRose)
Temporarily out of stock but here is the link to buy the artbook: https://www.amazon.com/Art-Making-Arcane-Gaming/dp/B0D47SKF19
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regency-monster-love · 1 month ago
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What if you get into an accident, or get very sick, and when the Monster Physician steps into your room to treat you, the scent of your blood slams into him and makes him stumble—you're his mate.
But you're also his patient, and he needs to stay professional, so he fights against his mating instincts the entire time he's treating you. It's maddening.
His fingers shake—he can touch you only to heal, not to give you pleasure.
He tenses his arms—to prevent himself from wrapping them around you and pulling you to his chest, yearning to comfort his unwell mate.
He clenches his jaw—his instincts demanding he snarl and snap at your own family members in the room with you, to drive them away so only he can protect you while you heal, because you're his.
But you're not really his, not yet. You don't even know him.
He could bite you and make you his, right now. You couldn't stop him. You're confined to bed, weak. His tongue runs over his aching teeth.
—No. He has to act professional.
His instincts scream and every part of him aches.
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Edit: there's a master list for all #monster physician snippets now
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torakowalski · 9 months ago
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I was thinking about post S4 Dustin finding some songs that Eddie wrote and he decides he's going to record them as like, a memorial. But on the day he's too upset to do it, so Steve steps in and does it for him.
And it's only meant to be for the Party, but people hear it and the lyrics are good and Steve has a nice voice, so it gets on really local radio. Which leads to a bit more attention and then a bit more.
People want to interview Steve about it, this singer-songwriter from the town that was just destroyed by an earthquake.
But all Steve wants to do is explain how they're not HIS songs, they're Eddie's songs. Except! Everyone thinks Eddie is a murderer, so he can't say whose songs they are, just sort of talks around it. And it accidentally sounds like he's talking around them having been written by an ex boyfriend.
Some people who read the music magazines are like GASP that boy who sings those songs is queer! Like us!! And then he gets a FOLLOWING.
He truly has no idea how any of this is happening, but everyone from Hellfire is so happy that Eddie's songs are getting heard that he just kind of keeps going. Plus he's making money from them, which he can give to Wayne.
(Eddie obvs gets out of the Upside Down and is like, why have you POP SONGED my lyrics??
Steve like, um excuse that's rock. Also I think I've fallen in love with you via singing your songs. That's chill, right?)
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kraken17 · 10 months ago
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On account of the "Enid is the stalker" theory resurfacing in some corners of the fandom...
Wednesday: So, of all people, you are my stalker.
Enid: ...yes.
Wednesday: Just a minute after Xavier gave me that infernal phone object you threatened to sever his jugular if he didn't give you my number and the first thing you do after getting it is send me a death threat.
Enid: [nods].
Wednesday: And after that you have spent the last four months threatening me, manipulating images and videos and getting me to suspect everyone but you.
Enid: [nods again].
Wednesday: And you have only chosen to confess the truth to try to stop my attempt to eliminate Yoko, whom you had made suspect number 1.
Enid: Yep.
Wednesday: Enid, why? Why all this?
Enid: [very quietly] I thought you'd like it?
[beat]
Wednesday: Querida [takes Enid in her arms] ...I loved it.
Yoko: Okay, cool, but can you untie me from this pole and keep the gasoline away? Pretty please? Thank you.
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whisperofaflame · 4 months ago
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Bruises
WandaNat x Reader
Just a short snippet written on a long drive home. (I’m currently covered in bruises after a very fun climbing trip, and it got me thinking about waking up with some more intimate injuries…)
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You wake up wedged between them, with Natasha nestled up behind you, and your head nuzzled into Wanda’s chest. Your vest top has ridden up in the night — or perhaps been lifted, since Natasha’s fingers are lying on the skin of your stomach. One of Wanda’s hands is resting around your hip, slightly curled into the waistband of your underwear.
You feel warm and safe snuggled up here, with one fist beneath your chin and the fingers of your other hand clinging to Wanda’s slip. Pressed between the bodies of your two favourite people, your muscles heavy and content, filled with a lingering ache from last night. Wanda and Natasha are still on either side of you, so you assume they’re both still sleeping. But when you shift your feet slightly, Natasha hums behind you.
“Good morning, malyshka,” she whispers in your ear, before kissing the back of your head. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm-hm,” you murmur affirmatively. You wriggle around, slow so as not to wake Wanda, and turn to face Natasha. She presses her forehead against yours, then tilts her head to kiss your lips. “Actually, I think that was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”
Natasha grins.
“I’m glad. You needed a good sleep; you’ve been working so hard lately, my little dove.” She brushes your hair out your eyes, and you reach to do the same to her, wanting to feel her soft curls between your fingers. Natasha frowns, and intercepts your hands on their way to her. “Malyshka…”
You follow her gaze to your wrists, where there is a reddish tinge to the skin.
“Oh,” you breathe, considering the bruises with interest.
“Do they hurt?” Natasha asks, looking worried as she inspects the damage. You shrug.
“Not really. I just bruise easily, I guess.”
Natasha presses a gentle kiss to each wrist.
“I’m sorry, lapushka moya. Maybe we need to be more careful next time.”
“No,” you whisper, wriggling forward and kissing her lips. “It was perfect. I don’t mind having a couple of bruises.” You hesitate, ducking your gaze as the truth bubbles in your chest. “In fact,” you admit quietly, glancing between your wrists and Natasha’s avid eyes, “I kind of like it.”
Natasha smirks, and presses her lips to yours again, giving you a brief but heated kiss.
“My little masochist. Noted.”
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nyehilismwriting · 4 months ago
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Project Hadea: Bonus Hub
Since it's been more than a year since I had an active Patreon, and I think the statute of limitations there has probably expired, I'm making the bonus content from there publicly available. This hub contains 20+ bonus snippets, both sfw and nsfw, written over 2022-2023. As always, this content is 18+ only, and may contain spoilers (or the suggestion of spoilers) for the main game :-) enjoy!
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abyssyby · 20 days ago
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OKAY I AM BACK AND I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA
What if the little twins attend an event with their parents and they all go for in matching outfits (imagine babies in tiny tuxedos omgshhhhh)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM FERAL FOR YOUR SERIES
my dear!!! you’ve sent this a while ago (sorry for the delayed response huhu) & at the time i was also working on an event w the twinnies fic hehehe and i just realized i’d incorporated ur tuxedos idea 😭💕 ilysm thank u! have a snippet (hopefully i get to finish this soon)
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But as the years progressed, and the relationship grew deeper and the undeniable call of your souls left you gasping for each other when apart— what you have has now turned into your greatest crime of all. And here you are, proclaiming it to the world.
In the form of two little Sylus-shaped boys in tiny tuxedos.
“Oh!” You swoon, taking a photo of them for the hundredth time. Lucian has begun to slouch in his spot since you placed him there, and Kyros is blinking sleepily.
“Mama, are’done?” Lucian asks. Little wiggles in his body begging him to move. He appreciates looking hamsum and sancy, as you called him, but he really just wants to go back to his dinosaurs.
“Yes, angel. Thank you.” You tell him, ushering him off the staircase and nudging him to run along. He does happily. Mobility limited by his tailored outfit, he waddles instead of runs back to his toys in the living room.
You lift Kyros up and squish his cheeks. “Sleepy, baby? You can nap.”
He shakes his head, pressing his face into your neck. His fingers come up to play with the necklace between your collarbones.
“Night party, woo-hoo.” he insists, chanting once more his and Lucian’s little script since you told them they were invited to the children’s support fundraiser the Hunter’s Association was throwing. Thrilled out of their minds that they get to stay up, they were asking all kinds of questions.
“Is games, mama?”
“Can bring mephie?”
“Need lunchbox?”
“Can bring Dinos?”
“Is nuggets? There nuggets?”
“Can bring biggies?”
They had been so excited leading up to the occasion. And now it baffles you, at you are all preparing to go, that they’re the most disinterested they’ve ever been.
You shake your head. Children are a mystery that you have no intention of solving but every joy of experiencing. “Let me just get your bags ready and then we can go.”
“There they are!” Tara swoons, approaching with arms outstretched to her sides with every intention to take you and your twins in her embrace. Kyros gasps and hides his face immediately into your hair, and Lucian moves gently behind your legs.
You tap Lucian’s head first, informing him that it’s just Auntie Tara which helps him move out ever so slightly and greet your coworker with a warm hug. Kyros continues to hide.
“Wow.” Tara whistles, holding Lucian’s face and turning it to inspect him gently. “You didn’t even try.”
You scoff. she’s right though, compared to Sylus, your genes didn’t have a fighting chance when it came to contributing any physical traits of yours onto his children. “Kyros, want to say hi?”
Kyros shakes his head. You give Tara an apologetic smile, but she waves it off. “It’s fine. I’ll wait.”
Lucian tugs on her dress from below. “Ti’Tara, my dino is shy.”
Tara coos in sympathy, taking the dinosaur from Lucian’s hands and giving it a gentle pat. “It’s okay, darling, the people here are nice. They’ll like you.”
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still working on polishing this hehe but the thought of them in matching tuxedos HELPSBDKWMZ so cute 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽
much love!!! thank u for reading abt the little family 🥰
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anathemafiction · 19 days ago
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ROs reaction to the MC being jealous? 🙏🏻 Would anyone enjoy it? 👀
Hadrian wouldn't believe it at first. It's simply out of the realm of possibility. He's the one who feels insecure. He's the one who doesn't deserve you. He's devoted to you, body and soul, and Hadrian simply assumes that you know it — he can't phantom you not knowing it. 
He wouldn't get it for a while. If you kept your jealousy subtle, Hadrian would never get there, and would just be confused when you'd act colder or more aloof. But if you make it obvious?
The moment that realization hits that, no, you're actually jealous, Hadrian would enter panic mode. Immediately rushes to your side, trying to reassure however way he can — tries not to use words because he'd blunder and make even a bigger mess of things. If you let him, he wouldn't leave your side for the rest of the day. Eyes on you only. 
There's only you. Please, never doubt it. 
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Alessa would secretly enjoy it. Much more than she admits even to herself. 
Outwardly, she'd raise an eyebrow, maybe call you a fool, but she'd be biting her inner cheek to stifile a smile, and those glacier-blue eyes would shine brighter for a few hours. She scoffs at the notion, of course, but still...
Alessa enjoys this side of you. "Retract your claws," she says, while gripping your arm closer. 
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Jealousy isn't a novelty for Alain. It's unfortunate, but it's a sentiment he's been on the receiving end of more times than he'd care to count. 
People have tried to claim him, to control him, to chain him, and, honestly, it just leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He gets bored. Distances himself from the scorned lover. 
What is novel is this need to soothe you when Alain realizes that you are insecure about him. He does it while grinning, almost teasing you, "Afraid I'll get myself another bird?" he asks, but when you don't smile back, he leans over and soothes a finger down your furrowed brow. 
"You shouldn't be," he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. 
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Ysabella would be saddened by it. Not because of you, not even because of herself, but because of Fate itself. Because, as she sees you gritting your teeth, trying to pretend you're not affected by the thought of her being sold into a politically convenient marriage, Ysabella feels her heart breaking. 
But only a little, because she cannot afford to fall apart. Not now, perhaps not ever. 
So, she'd smile, and pray you don't notice how it doesn't reach her eyes. "Hush, now," she'd say, hand finding yours, fingers interwining together. "You shouldn't put so much strain on your jaw, darling. It ruins those lovely features."
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The Pirate King would be amused by it. He'd chuckle wryly, which would only infuriate you more. And the more agitated you'd get, the more he'd be entertained. It wouldn't be until you're spinning on your feet, prepared to storm away, that he'd reach out, loop an arm around your waist, and pull you to him. 
Just to kiss you in front of whoever it was that's making you doubt that you'd won his heart long ago. 
You'd stomp his foot, or push him away, and the Pirate would chuckle lowly into the kiss. "That's my spitfire."
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Neia, like Hadrian, would probably not realize it 😆. But it's not because she thinks it impossible — Neia just wouldn't be paying attention. She speaks only to bark commands, spit orders, or let out grunts.
Who the hell are you jealous of? The wench cowering in the corner?
But people admire her from afar, and that could get to you. Neia wouldn't realize it until you've been silent for a few hours, now. She noticed the change in mood immediately, but she gave you space. Now, you're back in your quarters, and you're still silent, and Neia's patience runs out. "What is it?"
You purse your lips. 
"Have I done something? Spill it out, sweetling, I'm not playing a guessing game."
And you tell her, and Neia simply stares at you. Silence falls for an uncomfortably long time, until...
A lone raspy laugh. 
"Seriously?" You scowl at her. 
Neia throws a blanket at your head. "Go to sleep," she says, voice still rought with amusement. "You've clearly lost your mind."
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Lance would honestly be a bit lost. Did he... do something to merit this? Did he fail to make you feel assured? Perhaps he shouldn't have bowed at that patron who tipped him generously earlier. 
The problem was that Lance Silverthrat would have no idea how to fix this. So, masking his uncertainty with a plastered smile, he'd loop an arm around your shoulder. "Did you enjoy the song, Starlight?"
You'd shrug, and Lance would feel the sweat at the back of his neck. "It was for you," he says, using that tone he knows you like. 
You don't look at him. "Was it?"
Oh, there it is. Lance can feel the stiffness in your muscles. "Of course it was," he says, gold tooth glinting. But his eyes eagerly search your face, all smoothness tossed aside. 
"Hm."
Lance would then drag a hand down his face and do what he so rarely has ever done: open the game. "I am not interested in that woman."
"She sure looked interested in you, what with the long talk afterward—"
Lance would gently grab your chin to make you look at him. And the solemness in his gaze would snap you out of it. "And I've yet to hear praise from the only audience member I care about." The pads of his fingers softly brushing your cheek. "Will you not give it to me?"
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Vallen would delight in it. 
She'd smile, a kind of curling, self-satisfied smile that bares the points of her teeth. Her hand would close around your wrist as she peered at you through her eyelashes. "Are you jealous?" she'd ask in a breathless whisper, knowing the answer already, but wanting to hear it from your tongue. "Is that why you're gripping me? Want to keep me from running away?"
It's not that she wants you to be insecure. It's the very nature of it. You want to claim her, maybe as much as she'd like to claim you, and that —that sends a thrill down her spine. 
So, when you look into her eyes, that gaze of yours carrying a storm within, and say, "You wouldn't dare."
Vallen is not a woman to coo, but she does the next best thing. She lets her smile grow wider. "Nor would you."
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Rafael, much like Alessa, would enjoy it. Unlike Alessa, however, he'd have no qualms about admitting it. 
He'd be grinning from ear to ear as you clung to him, one hand locked tight around his bicep, the other firm on his thigh. Rafael would drink in the sight of your deadly scowl, the way your fingers would tighten just the slightest bit whenever the person from across the table complimented him. 
He would let you do whatever you wanted, push him on top of the table, and claim him right there, if that's what you needed. He'd just grin, face flushed bright red, and follow along, drunk on your jealousy, on the way you're staking your territory.
Rafael has never been treasured, not like this. Never by someone like you. He doesn't know what you see in him, but by God, he ain't about to question it. Never look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.
Rafael would never dream of anyone else. He could never even imagine touching another. Not after knowing the texture of your skin, the scent of your hair, the taste of your kisses. 
But you like this? Well, damn. Rafael supposes you can still surprise him. When you're alone again, back in your room, he'd just keep grinning like a fool in love. "Hey," he'd say lamely. "That got me goin'."
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cokoweee · 10 months ago
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Srry drawing these guys make me happy atm
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salty-autistic-writer · 2 months ago
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Tommy is gripping the steering wheel of his truck so tightly that his knuckles turn white. 
He’s grinding his teeth and can already feel a headache starting behind his eyes while he’s staring up, up at the window of Evan's loft. He can see light behind the glass. Wonders what Evan might be doing right now.
If he might be with someone.
Tommy swallows around the lump in his throat. His chest feels tight with sadness and anger, and regret. It’s like a cold hand is curling around his heart, fading out the echo of all the good things he has felt with Evan. All the bits of happiness he allowed himself to have.
He misses Evan so much. Misses him so much it hurts.
You do know you could go up there. You could knock. And you could try to explain.
Tommy sighs and squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing at his temples. It’s been too long. Evan probably already moved on, as he should. This … Whatever it is, is pathetic. Tommy is pathetic. It’s not the first time he’s driving past Evan’s place tonight. Not the first time he’s done it this week either. And he stopped counting the times he kept himself from texting Evan.
Just do it. It doesn’t matter if he already moved on. At least you could talk to him. Get some closure. Or … Maybe he’s missing you too?
Sounds too good to be true. But what does he have to lose? Tommy reaches for his phone. Opens the chat. Starts to type. 
Hey.
Deletes it again. Shakes his head. He can’t do this. He glances up at the window again, startling when he thinks he sees movement. Tommy shakes his head. It’s time to leave. Time to move on. Time to get himself together. Things like this happen. You're happy. You fuck up. Life goes on. What doesn't happen is that good things last. At least not when it comes to Tommy's life.
He is just about to start the motor when his phone vibrates with an incoming text message.
Evan: Hey. Do you want some cake?
Tommy freezes. He stares at the words until they start to blur in front of his eyes.
Evan: I know you’re there. Saw you bubbling me again. I’m seeing your truck too. You want to talk?
Tommy swallows. He shakes himself out of his stupor. Finally, he manages to type: Sorry. I’m not very brave.
Evan: We’re all scared sometimes. Why are you here, Tommy?
I missed you. Tommy can’t believe he typed that. And sent it. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears and feels slightly lightheaded.
Tommy can see bubbles. But no words appear. Then, the bubbles are gone. Nothing happens. Oh. Is this some kind of revenge? Tommy deflates. He gets it. Evan has every right to -
Evan knocks at the window on the passenger side of the truck, waving at him.
Tommy startles, almost dropping his phone.
“Hey,” Evan says, opening the door. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Tommy says in disbelief.
Evan climbs inside, sitting on the passenger seat. He hands Tommy a box. “Cake,” he explains, glancing at Tommy. “I baked a lot of it during these last few weeks. Kept me busy. Kept me from thinking too much. About … you. I missed you too, Tommy. Miss you every day, actually.”
Tommy stares at Evan, wide-eyed and with slightly parted lips, his heart beating faster. “Can we drive somewhere and talk?” He asks, holding on to the box of cake like a lifeline.
Evan smiles. “Yeah.”
(AO3 Link)
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uniquethingtastemaker · 3 months ago
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Rook x Observant Reader excerpt pt way too many:
You give Vil a tight hug back. 
“You remind me of a mom,” you state. 
The model freezes. 
“What?” he asks.
You elaborate, “We’re your found family and you fuss over us, wanting us to be our best selves. You take care of all of us. Is that not what a mother does? Besides, you lean into your femininity and we all consider you the Queen of Pomfiore, not the king. Queens are sometimes referred to as the Mother of the Country.” 
“I suppose that makes sense. Thank you. I’m glad I’m a source of safety and comfort for you,” the actor answers, rubbing your back. 
“You also give milf vibes,” you add. 
He stiffens. You let go as Epel and Grim scream and cackle in the background. You grin, and Rook chuckles. 
“Oui, Roi de Poison does exude that beaute and mature energy,” he comments. “Just remember that people find them devastatingly attractive, Vil.”
The hunter maneuvers you out of the queen’s grasp and to the dormitories. From behind you, you hear Vil scolding the freshmen and demanding to see their homework. He’s not beating the milf allegations. 
(I love Vil. This is also very accurate... I hope I'm not giving away too many funny parts. Although I suppose I'm saving the drama for the full fanfic)
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piltoversfinest-caitvi · 8 months ago
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Vi's full-back tattoo! I forgot to include this in my last post but I think this deserves it's own post :)
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regency-monster-love · 3 months ago
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Think of all the Wet White Shirt scenes in period dramas. Now imagine that instead of a man in a wet white shirt, it's an Orc. The wet fabric is practically see-through now, making all the lines of his green muscles and his thick black body hair visible to you. Maybe you can even see that his nipples are pierced. It's scandalous, but you can't help but stare, nor can you help getting a bit aroused. And the orc smells it—suddenly he's not so embarrassed to be seen so improperly attired.
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