#I'm not prepared to do art so don't send any requests

[ddejavvu]

this is depraved, but grinding on logan’s happy trail to get off 🫢

Hands Free - Logan Howlett x Reader

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contents/warnings: smut, minors dni, mean!logan, drinking, don't like don't read.

You've caught Logan at a bad time. The surly mutant is a complicated man, and one with less psychological damage than him might be eager to whip it out whenever, but Logan isn't. He's busy brooding, and he's not to be interrupted when he's got a bottle in one hand and a cigar in the other.

But you need him. There's a pit in your belly that's only made worse by the scowl on his face, and your cunt aches beneath your now-slick panties for something to envelop. You're desperate for Logan to fuck you, but there's no way you'll convince him if he's not in the mood.

"I can feel you staring," He grumbles, eyes still cast to the floor as he takes another swig of burning liquor, "What do you want?"

There's no polite way to say you.

"Uhm," You shift on your feet, thighs clenched, "I'm just feeling- I'm a little, um, I-"

"Spit it out."

"I need you." You breathe, ashamed by the sentence, but Logan's face remains untouched, nothing moving but the lingering smoke from his smoldering cigar.

"I'm not in the mood." He grunts, like it isn't obvious.

"I- I know." You fall awkwardly silent again, rising onto your tiptoes and falling back to your heels. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Up-

"Don't make a mess." He shifts in the chair, lowering his hips until they're level with his abdomen, offering you the best seat in the house.

He's shirtless, which means that if you can't have his cock, or his fingers, you can get the next best thing. A combination of the friction from the waistband of his jeans, and his toned abs, blanketed with coarse, wiry hair.

You mount him eagerly, which isn't hard to do seeing as his chair has no arms. It's got a back so that he can lean against it, but your support system is his chest, where you firmly plant your hands in preparation to get yourself off.

There's a dark line of hair that trails from the bottom of his navel and disappears beneath his waistband, flanked on either side with a sharp line of muscle that tapers down towards his cock in a V. His body is a work of art, and you only wish his equally gorgeous face was pointed your direction.

No matter- you won't push. You're lucky he's letting you get off on his lap, you'll take what you can get.

"Easy," He grumbles, rocked by the sudden jerk of your hips. As you settle into a steady rhythm you realize you've already failed his one directive of not making a mess, but there's no way to stop or slow the steady stream of slick that's pouring from your weeping cunt. It's sobbing, slobbering, begging for a cock, but you drag it flush against Logan's abs and mat his happy trail down with your translucent arousal.

"One fuckin' job," He gripes, reaching down to swipe two fingers through the slick that's glistening on his stomach as you find better friction near the waistband of his jeans. The texture of the denim is rough, and you realize with giddy desperation that he's getting hard in his pants despite his insistence that he wasn't in the mood.

He sticks his fingers in his mouth for a taste, his cigar left behind in its ashtray on the side table. He doesn't relinquish the bottle, but he takes equal sips of that and of the mess you're making on his abs.

Finally, thanks to the sizeable bulge in Logan's jeans, you're able to hump your way to completion on his stomach. It's not hard, considering you'd been achingly horny before, but without something inside of you your release feels empty and wasted. You'd use your fingers if you could, but you can't move your hands or you'd faceplant on Logan's chest, and you don't want to invade his space any further in case he decides your privileges have been revoked.

"Poor thing." He murmurs when your hips slow and you're panting against his chest. You glance at his face but he's staring at your cunt, not at you, "She's so hungry."

It takes him one, two, three seconds to reach for his belt, "Well, c'mon. Up now, there y'go." As you shimmy up his abdomen, slicking his happy trail up with your release once more. As soon as he's able to free his cock he slides a hand under your ass, boosting you up so that you're finally able to sink down onto his red-tipped, leaking cock.

"Jesus, she's sucking me in," He grunts, his voice gruff and ragged, "How long were you waiting to ask me?"

"Too long." You whine, pussy already sensitive from your first orgasm, and now in utter bliss from finally being penetrated after all that teasing, "I- hnngh! My toys don't work anymore. They're- they're nothing like you, I can't use them. I can't ever finish."

Logan scoffs, still in a mood as sour as the liquor on his breath, but his hands find their place on your waist as he helps bounce you on his cock, "Shame. Those were supposed to keep you busy. Guess I'll have to do it then, hm?"

You nod vigorously against the crook of Logan's neck, your nose buried where his neck meets his shoulder, and where sweat accumulates sticky on his skin. You lick it up, and Logan hisses against the mouth of his bottle as he takes another swig.

"Fine." He grumbles, butting the bottle up to your head and forcing it against your lips, "Take this, take a nice big- there you go. That'll make you sleepy," He vows, and the head rush comes just like he'd warned. His hips begin shifting, circling slightly in gyrations that only add to the pleasure of bouncing on his dick, "And this'll knock you out, crazy."

[waywardmillennial]

watchergate & where we go from here...

To start at the end, I purchased my annual Watcher TV subscription on April 20th because I wanted to support them when it felt like so many others were not. I'm cancelling another subscription to make this work with my budget, and I'm very happy with this!

Watcher has always made high quality, entertaining content that I love, and I'm happy to support them as they try to grow like they've always wanted to so they can bring on more creators and give us more diverse art.

So, moving forward, I'm going to be posting about Watcher TV when it comes out - spoiler parties with the sexy moots! - and I'll be blocking any and all haters I see. 💜💜💜

(read more bc ofc this got long)

To walk this back and give a little history/context, *ahem* [sotto Byron voice]

April 12, 2024: Watcher announced they had a surprise coming for us in a week's time. The news came in the form of a very spirited ad-read in the Mystery Files s2 finale. And afterwards there were a few blogs posting about it, but I commented to a friend that my dash had been devoid of Watcher posts (oh, how that sweet summer child would grow to long for a day such as that).

There were some corkboard theories, and I broke down the new logo design, but nothing big happened until the following Thursday.

April 18, 2024: I saw the leak for the announcement. It was on reddit and a sock tumblr blog was made sending the link out to people. I didn't post it or share it because it wasn't my news to share. I wanted to wait to see how they were going to explain it.

Maybe I should have said at the time (but it's fine if you don't believe me now I guess) but I was hoping Watcher TV would become like their enhanced Patreon replacement, where the new shows like "Puppet History Karaoke" and "Road Files" would be exclusive, and some other perks like early access. [note: if Apollo is laughing at him right now, I'd kindly request he stuff that red ball somewhere Helios doesn't shine]

I imagined some people would be mad at the streaming news but it didn't prepare me for how bad it would get...

April 19, 2024: Most of us know what happened. The announcement was not well received. Watcher's silence right after wasn't helping, but I don't think many people were willing to give them any grace for their pre-planned trip to the UK and instead demanded answers immediately.

Do I think maybe their announcement could have been timed better? Or maybe given a different tone? Perhaps. But either way what they were trying to communicate was not what people chose to hear, and the response from many viewers was, to choose a very formal phrase here, absolute bonker banana balls insane.

The main anti-streamer "arguments" I saw basically boiled down into these categories:

"high production tv quality content is what they want to make, but we don't want that - we only want them to sit in a blank room and talk to each other with blue and yellow text like the bfu days!!"

"Steven's the one behind all this bc he's rich and greedy and only eats gold"

"they already make enough money off their patreon why are they doing this?? they should have consulted [insert other yt-er here]"

"they've become the capitalist elite that we swore to destroy! so we have to tear them down from their thrones!!"

Even now, feeling better than I have in days, I don't have the energy to say why each of those takes completely misses the point of who they are as a company, as creators, and as human beings. But there are some eloquent posts in my #watchergate tag, or my other post, if you're interested.

April 22, 2024: We got the Watcher update - giving people access to all videos after a month on the new streamer - and that seemed to placate a lot of viewers and those on the fence. But it was also the day I learned about that horrible petition against Steven, and I'd been following all this drama for several days (foregoing some self-care) and so I had a little meltdown...

Even though the new setup is closer to what I'd hoped for like 10 days ago, I hate how we arrived at it. It's shown people that they can bully creators to get them to compromise on their company. In fact, I've seen accounts celebrating this.

Opinions like this have given me trust issues when it comes to the Watcher fandom at large now. As many of my beloved mutuals have said, I'm going to be wary of accounts that follow me and be applying that blocking feature liberally.

I can also only imagine how things like this must have broken some of the trust that the Watcher crew feels for us - fightingfuries really said it best. If they do start distancing themselves on socials and things, I wouldn't really blame them.

I don't have more to say, other than I'm going to support them as much as I can, for as long as they continue to make content. I'm going to send the team a care package. And I hope in time we'll earn back their trust.

Now I'll let Ryan Bergara play me out...

As for the question of why we decided to launch our own platform, when we started Watcher in 2020, we wanted to create shows that we were proud of, that we had ownership over, and that would provide you the caliber of content that we felt you deserved. However, we were finding it harder and harder to stay relevant to advertisers and the constantly changing YouTube landscape. We faced some incredibly challenging decisions. We didn't want to compromise our content to ensure they met advertising requirements. And we definitely did not want to lay people off that have brought Watcher to life behind the scenes. And we didn't want to bring Watcher to a close, which would have happened if we stayed solely on YouTube. - An Update, April 22, 2024

[weemssapphic]

adjsfh so i never really send any requests but i really like your writing style so if your requests are still open could you maybe write a smutty piece featuring submissive larissa and dominant fem!reader. the idea i had is maybe fem!reader is some sort of a supervisor that came to the school to write a report on larissa?? and larissa decided to cover up some shady stuff she did by trying to seduce her and it ends up working lol but what she hadn't thought about is that reader is more dominant than her but she ends up actually really liking that??? idk if that's like too specific feel free to add to it or like do a slightly different thing if you don't feel this would work i just want sub!larissa ahahh *slithers back into the void*

hello ahkdhsj thank you so much! i absolutely hope this does your request justice, it's also my first time writing sub!larissa so i'm just gonna post this and slither back into my very own void <3 ao3 link in title as always!

warnings/content: nsfw / pwp, sub!larissa, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, feel the need to mention everything is consensual (I hope that comes across)

words: ~4.2k

Dominate Me

You pulled down the long, winding drive leading towards Nevermore Academy, past striking wrought-iron gates, putting your car in park as you reached the visitor’s spots by the entrance. Glancing at the time, you realized you had a few more minutes before your scheduled appointment, so you grabbed the thick manila folder from your passenger seat and leafed through it. You’d already memorized the contents but you thought it best to take another look, to have your facts straight.

You’d been sent by the school board to investigate the principal of Nevermore, Larissa Weems. After the attacks by a “bear” (or whatever that thing out there in the forest was) had left a student in a coma, the school had come under close scrutiny. Some discrepancies had come to light regarding the earlier disappearance of another student and, well, it didn’t bode well for Nevermore - nor for Principal Weems, who appeared to be at the center of the cover-up.

Confident you were ready to face the formidable woman, whom you’d already heard so much about and whom you had to admit you were more than a little intrigued by, you stuffed the folder into your purse and stepped out of your car.

A cool breeze whipped at your face as you ascended the steps to Nevermore’s imposing entrance, pushing open the doors and searching the entry hall for a hint on which way to go.

Quickly spotting a young girl with blonde hair sporting a school uniform, you waved out a hand and stopped her in her tracks. She eyed you curiously.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could point me to Principal Weems' office?” You smiled at the girl, hoping she wouldn’t be too intimidated. She smiled back rather timidly and nodded, saying “yeah, sure” as she guided you down several hallways towards a pair of wood-paneled double doors, adorned with a shiny gold plaque that read “Principal Weems” in an elegant font.

You thanked the girl and checked your watch. Right on time. Taking one last steadying breath, you raised your fist and knocked.

– –

Larissa paced the length of her office, furious that her already busy afternoon was soon to be interrupted by the likes of some school board supervisor who was surely going to try to discredit all the hard work she’d put into Nevermore. She’d spent so many years putting her entire heart and soul into the school - she wasn’t going to let just anybody come in and tear it down. No, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She had a reputation to uphold.

A knock on her door had Larissa nearly jumping out of her skin. She smoothed her skirt and checked her lipstick in the reflection of her cell phone, before click-clacking her way to the door to let in the visitor.

She was prepared for anything. She knew her story well - she’d rehearsed it at least a dozen times by now. And if all else failed? The art of seduction would always be on her side. Smoothing a hand over her hair and plastering on her best fake smile, she opened the door to her office.

– – 

The doors to Principal Weems’ office opened and you were almost taken aback at the woman standing before you. You’d heard much about her reputation - strong, unyielding, a woman to be revered and even feared. But what had failed to reach your ears was that she was also stunning, impossibly so. She was attractively tall, with silvery curls pulled back into an elaborate updo, accentuating a long neck and smooth, high cheekbones, lips painted a rich shade of crimson…

Your admiration, however, was cut short as she peered down at you with sapphire eyes, clearly waiting for you to speak, lips pursing ever so slightly.

“Uh, hello, Principal Weems. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, from the school board. I believe we have an appointment.” You reached out your hand for the woman to shake. Her hand was warm to the touch, soft, and you had to suppress a shiver at the contact.

“Yes, of course, please come in.” Larissa gestured for you to enter and shut the door behind you. You thought you heard the faint click of a lock, though you couldn’t be sure, so you brushed it off as a trick of the imagination and waited for Larissa to guide you to one of the leather armchairs opposite her desk.

“So what brings you here today?” The blonde smiled warmly as she sat in her own chair, placing her elbows on her desk and resting her chin on her palm.

You raised an eyebrow at her before rifling through the contents of your bag and pulling out your folder. “I believe the school board informed you why I’ve been called to come by? It should have been mentioned in the letter you received on March 1st.” 

Larissa pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Yes, I received your letter.”

“Good. Then let’s cut right to the chase and start at the beginning, shall we? There was a student attending Nevermore, Rowan Laslow. His disappearance was reported to you by a Miss Wednesday Addams after the Harvest Festival in Jericho, is that correct?” You eyed the principal carefully for any tells - any signs of anxiety or deceit.

What you saw, though, was mostly agitation marring the principal’s gorgeous features. “Yes, that is correct.”

“Though you claim he hadn’t disappeared at all?”

“Funnily enough, he turned up again the next day,” Larissa batted her eyelashes and cocked her head to the side, her lips turning up into a smile - it wasn’t exactly a warm smile, though, there was something decidedly bitter about it.

“Well, funnily enough, Principal Weems, his parents claim he never did return home.” You gave the principal a smile of your own, curious what the woman would say now.

Larissa stood from where she was sitting and rounded the desk, perching on the edge of it just in front of your chair. You couldn’t help the wandering of your eyes up her form, trailing over her exposed calves, the area around her stomach where her skirt bunched up just a little bit, the pale, tender flesh between her exposed collarbones.

She smirked at you, your ogling not lost on her.

“Unfortunately, what that boy does when he leaves campus is none of my concern - he was expelled, after all. And do call me Larissa, darling.” Larissa’s voice had dropped several octaves since she’d last spoken, causing a wave of desire to wash over your core.

You rose from your chair, gaining yourself some leverage in the situation. “Do you care so little for your former students?” You stepped closer to her, until there were mere inches between your bodies.

Larissa’s pupils widened imperceptibly. “I’m not sure I like what you’re insinuating. But Rowan was a danger to this school and all of its pupils, and keeping him here was far too dangerous. If he chose to run away from his parents, well… that’s on him, I’m afraid…”

Larissa’s lips ghosted yours, her breath warm on your face. 

“You think you can seduce me into writing you a glowing report, Larissa?” Your lips brushed hers, hands coming gently to her waist, allowing your fingertips to rub against the fabric there.

Larissa’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip. The tables were suddenly flipping on her - moments before she’d been in control, well on her way to, well, seducing you into giving her a glowing report for the school board. And now here you were, trying to take that control away from her. She wasn’t used to being dominated - usually she was the one with the power, the one calling the shots.

She could only shake her head feebly and feel the smile that spread across your lips as they connected with hers. Her lips were soft, warm, inviting. You spread her legs apart so that you could push one of your thighs between them, reveling in the moan that tore from her throat at the action. It reverbated against your own lips and had you swiping your tongue at her bottom lip, a silent plea for entry. Larissa parted her lips and allowed you to explore the contours of her mouth, as your hands moved to her clothed thighs.

Larissa whimpered into your mouth as your right hand slipped under her skirt and trailed along the inside of her thigh. Her center radiated heat and you couldn’t help the guttural moan that bubbled forth from your chest as you felt how damp her panties were.

You pulled back, regarding the woman in front of you with awe. Larissa’s cheeks were pink, her lipstick smudged, her chest heaving.

Her brows furrowed, little creases appearing on her forehead as she narrowed her eyes. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She tried to sound indignant but failed, only managing to sound extremely turned on as your thigh pressed further into her center.

“You’re an attractive woman, Larissa,” you met her gaze, quirking an eyebrow and watching as her cheeks darkened considerably. You took her chin between your fingers. “I’m going to worship you the way you deserve it. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

You smirked as Larissa’s mouth fell open, her blush now extending from her chest to the tips of her ears. An interesting reaction to your praise. You’d have to file that away for later. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop. Tell me to leave and I’ll go without another word, it won’t affect the report.” You needed Larissa to know she had a choice in the matter.

Larissa’s eyes searched yours for a moment, finding nothing but honesty and a mad desire to bring her mind-numbing, all-consuming pleasure. “I want it,” she confirmed.

“The door is locked?”

“Y-yes,” Larissa looked to the ground, rather sheepishly.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” you cooed. “It’s just us. Now where was I?” You grazed the backs of your knuckles over the fabric covering Larissa’s core, a sinful moan dripping from her lips as her head lolled back. 

“P-please,” Larissa’s voice was low and shaky.

“Please what?” You knew what she wanted, of course you did, but you sure as hell weren’t going to make this easy for the woman.

“Please… fuck me.” Larissa’s gaze, pleading and famished, met yours, and you were happy to oblige her request.

You hooked your fingers around her underwear and slid them down her legs, planting kisses along the tender flesh of her thighs and the smooth, solid muscles of her calves as you followed them down. Discarding the underwear, you knelt before Larissa so that your head was level with her sex, suppressing a moan as you saw how wet she was for you, her cunt glistening.

Flattening your tongue, you licked a path through her folds, starting at her entrance and working your way to her clit. Larissa’s hips bucked forward and you felt a hand settle in your hair, pressing your face roughly into her cunt.

You pulled back, arching an eyebrow at the high-pitched whine you received in return. “Did I say you could touch?” Larissa’s hand dropped rather pathetically from your head and she flushed, a mixture of irritation, shame, and lust swirling in her pupils.

“Come here, gorgeous,” you cooed, reaching out a hand to Larissa for her to take as your other hand worked at the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning them one by one at a tantalizing pace.

Larissa’s eyes were glued to your cleavage as you led her to the loveseat in front of her fireplace. You shed yourself of the button-up and guided Larissa onto her back, dragging her skirt down her legs and leaving little scratches with your nails on the flesh of her thighs as you did so.

Larissa’s hands found purchase on your own waist, pulling you in for a searing kiss. It didn’t last long, however, as you pushed yourself up and grabbed hold of her wrists, pinning them above Larissa’s head in a swift motion - you didn’t have anything to tie her up with so this would have to do. Your grip was loose but firm, wanting to provide Larissa an out while showing her who was in charge. Her pupils dilated, chest heaving as she squirmed beneath you.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me now?” Larissa seemed to fight beneath you for a moment, each of her sapphire eyes flicking between yours, breathing coming out in shallow puffs as she twisted in your grip. Slowly, her movements stilled and she nodded, cheeks dusted pink.

“Talk to me, love. Is this okay?” One of your hands held her wrists in place as the other came to cup her cheek, thumb brushing against her bottom lip. Larissa mewled, leaning into the touch.

“Y-yes, it’s okay,” she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I’m going to let go of your hands, okay? And you’re going to leave them up there - no touching unless I tell you to.” You waited for Larissa’s nod beneath you before dipping your hands under the hem of Larissa’s top and finding her bra.

You slipped your hands behind Larissa’s back, expertly unhooking the offending garment and pushing it aside before working to remove her top and latching your mouth onto her nipple, sucking at the already hardened bud as your hand began to palm the pillowy flesh of her other breast.

You switched sides, ensuring no side would feel neglected as you nipped and sucked at her chest, feeling how Larissa began to squirm beneath you as your tongue soothed over the little marks you left on her skin. 

“Patience,” you chuckled, throwing Larissa a mischievous grin as you unbuttoned and removed your own slacks. Dark eyes roved over your body as you settled between her thighs, now clad only in your underwear.

You paused for a moment, drinking in the woman before you. The smooth, milky expanse of her thighs, coated in her glistening arousal, legs bent at the knee and dropped open for you. The pink flush of her heaving chest, moving in time with her ragged breaths. The soft flesh of her stomach and breasts, covered in goosebumps, nipples erect. Her long arms extended over her head, just as you had asked of her.

And that face - my god, that face. Eyes you could get lost in, staring down at you wantonly through mascara-coated lashes, batting against her high cheekbones, flushed with desire. Painted lips which had long since been smeared, parted slightly in question as you regarded her. An angel in human form.

“You are so gorgeous.” Your admission brought a fresh blush to Larissa’s cheeks. “You’re going to look so beautiful for me when I make you come.”

Larissa’s subsequent moan spurred you on as you ran a teasing finger through her folds, gathering up her arousal. You brought the finger to Larissa’s lips and she sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and groaning. She released the digit with a pop that caused a fresh wave of desire to pool at your core.

“So wet for me already, hmm?”

Larissa practically purred beneath you. “God, please, please touch me.”

The low timbre of her voice spurred on your own arousal and as you brought your fingers back to Larissa’s cunt, you straddled her thigh to provide your clit with some much-needed friction.

You circled her clit with the pads of your fingers once, twice, before plunging two digits into her dripping center, moaning at the way her walls immediately began to draw you in. You began a steady pace inside of the blonde, curling your fingers into her sweet spot, creating pressure around her clit with the heel of your palm.

Larissa bucked her hips upwards with every thrust of your fingers, creating a delicious friction against your own cunt with her thigh. Your soaked panties rubbed against her skin and you rolled your hips in time with your thrusts, hissing as the seam of your panties rubbed against your throbbing clit.

She spread her legs wider, inviting your fingers deeper into her cunt. You added another finger, feeling her walls clench slightly. You could feel how close she was as her thighs began to tremble and she seemed to have trouble keeping her arms above her head as she writhed and squirmed.

– – 

Meanwhile, Larissa was coming undone beneath you. She had no idea what had compelled her to follow your orders, and it should have been easy to simply take back the control and force you into submission. But some part of her couldn’t help but to be intrigued by you, the way you took control of the situation. She found it (and you, if she was being honest with herself) extremely attractive, and relinquishing her dominance might just be exactly what she needed.

Larissa dropped her thighs open, as wide as they could go, a loud moan escaping her lips as you added a third finger. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch you as she watched you fuck her, and fuck yourself on her thigh. She could feel how wet you were for her through your underwear and the thought drove her wild.

A particularly sharp thrust of your fingers had Larissa crying out, eyes rolling back into her head. She could faintly hear you whispering praises past the ringing in her ears and her entire body felt like it was ablaze. She’d never had a lover shower her with praise before and the thought of being someone’s “good girl”, of being your “good girl”, brought her over the edge. 

– – 

“You’re doing so well for me.” You smirked down at Larissa, watching as she panted and writhed beneath you, thighs still trembling from her first orgasm. “You think I’m done with you, pretty girl?”

Your own cunt throbbed with desire as you abandoned your seat on her thigh, still not quite having reached your own orgasm but dying for another taste of the intoxicating blonde.

You trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of Larissa’s right thigh, then her left, stopping just shy of her center each time. You kissed the blonde patch of curls at Larissa’s mound, breath ghosting just over her clit. The woman let out a needy whimper, shifting her hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to you.

You dragged your tongue through her slit, finally latching onto her clit and drawing lazy circles around the sensitive bud with your tongue. You moaned at the taste of her, a heavenly mixture of tangy and sweet, the vibrations of your moan against her cunt causing Larissa’s hips to tilt upwards, pressing herself into your mouth.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Fuck, you taste good.” You continued to lap up the juices that flowed from Larissa’s center, barely able to contain your smile at the way she rolled her hips into your mouth. You hooked your hands around her thighs, dragging her as close as you could, burying yourself in her.

“C-can I…” Larissa’s voice trailed off into a breathy groan as your tongue dipped unexpectedly  into her entrance.

“Can you…?” You looked up at her in question, your eyes meeting hers, clouded with the lust of her impending orgasm. 

“Can I touch you?” Her voice was almost timid as her arms twitched above her head.

“Yes,” you grinned at the sigh that escaped Larissa’s lips as she brought her hands to your hair, fingers weaving into your locks, pushing you gently but insistently back down to her pussy. You obliged, lapping at her core as her thighs tightened around your head. Her moans were muffled, punctuated with sharp pains on your scalp as long fingers wound themselves tighter into your hair. Your lips never left her clit, tongue flicking languidly as you brought her down from her high.

Her legs released you from their iron-grip and you finally felt like you could breathe again. You cleaned her up with your tongue, pressing sweet kisses to the insides of her thighs and trailing up her body - her hips, her stomach, the swell of her breasts, her throat, finally capturing her lips, which curled up into a blissed out smile at the contact.

“You’re amazing, Larissa,” you whispered, relishing the feeling of her overheated skin pressed against your own. The feeling of her nipples poking at your bare skin, the taste of her arousal still fresh on your tongue, the sound of her breathing - heavy but evening out - were all doing nothing to quell the embers glowing in the pit of your own stomach. Every nerve-ending in your body was alive, raw to the touch.

“I regret to inform you, however…” you trailed off, taking Larissa’s wrist in your hand and guiding her between your legs. “That I am still very turned on by you, my darling.” Larissa’s pupils widened as you pressed her fingers against your center - warm, wet, aching.

“Think you can take care of that for me?” At Larissa’s feverish nod, you pulled her up with you.

“Get on your knees.” The blonde slid onto the floor in front of you and folded her legs underneath her, waiting for further instruction. “Help me with these?” You shifted your hips as Larissa hooked her fingers around your underwear and dragged it down your legs. 

Larissa suppressed a groan when she saw how wet you were for her. You brought your fingers down to your clit, amused at the rapt attention with which Larissa watched as you began to finger yourself. 

“Think you can put that gorgeous mouth of yours to good use?” You smirked down at Larissa, who didn’t need to be told twice as she placed her palms on your knees, spreading your legs as she settled her head between your thighs. She wasted no time in flattening her tongue against your sex, running it up your slit until she found your throbbing bud. Your hands found purchase in her curls, neither of you caring that you were ruining her perfectly coiffed updo as you pushed yourself into her, fucking yourself on her face.

“I’m so close,” you panted. “Fuck- you look so good fucking me, you’re being s-so good for me.” Larissa moaned into you and your nails dug into her scalp, your hips canting upwards rhythmically to meet her face. 

Your arousal dripped down Larissa’s chin as she picked up her pace against your cunt. The coil in your abdomen was winding tighter and tighter and as Larissa’s tongue began to tease at your entrance, dipping into your core, you felt yourself begin to come undone. Her thumb came up to brush against your clit, determined to prolong your pleasure as stars began to explode behind your eyes.

Once you had steadied your breathing, you leaned down, capturing Larissa’s lips for a sweet kiss, your own taste still fresh on her tongue. 

You offered your arms out to the woman. She seemed hesitant, but ultimately allowed you to pull her half onto your lap, her head on your chest, your fingertips tracing soothing patterns over the smooth expanse of her back. She didn’t seem like the type who often (ever?) relinquished control, so you were happy to give her a few seconds to ground herself.

You nuzzled your face into Larissa’s hair, almost involuntarily - she smelled of peonies and jasmine, soft and feminine, a heavenly combination. Her breathing began to even out against the bare skin of your chest and you couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped your lips.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Larissa,” you murmured into her hair.

Larissa peered up at you, an eyebrow quirked up in mock-offense. “Do I seem like the type?”

You grinned. “Not at all. I should be going though. I do hope you didn’t have any other meetings lined up after mine.” You nodded towards the clock on the wall.

Larissa’s eyes followed yours and a groan fell from her lips.

“Try not to act too disappointed. Against my expectations, I rather enjoyed our meeting.” Larissa couldn’t have looked more adorable in that moment if she’d tried - cheeks pink, curls falling into wide eyes, teeth worrying her bottom lip. “It - it did take a rather unexpected turn. I can’t say I’m disappointed at the outcome… That is, unless…?”

“You mean the report? As far as I’m concerned, Rowan simply… How did you put it? Ran away?” Your smirk widened at the relieved smile you received from the principal.

Larissa eased herself from the couch, reaching for her clothes and dressing herself. You followed suit, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the blonde’s bare skin. After combing through your hair and wiping away remnants of Larissa’s lipstick from your face, you gathered up your belongings and headed towards the doors, Larissa on your heels to see you out. 

As Larissa began to ease the door open, you turned to meet her gaze. 

“You might want to, you know,” you gestured to the smudge of crimson that stained her chin. Comprehension dawned on her face, followed by a mischievous smirk as she leaned down to match your height, planting a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Yeah, you too,” she gestured to the lipstick mark she’d just left behind.

With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you bid the principal goodbye and walked back to your car, wondering just how you would convince the school board to send you back to Nevermore again.

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thank you to @afeatherformills and @scumppa for beta-reading <3 and tagging @orchidsshine and @sapphicsbeloved bc i think i remember you guys asking to be tagged in things but also correct me if i'm wrong hehe

[wannaeatramyeon]

Is this how you do it- (Not a frequent tumblr user so) Anyways I'm in love with your writing and always look forward to reading new content from you everytime I open this app it's fabulous tbh. On a side note, I wanted to request the lookism guys with a s/o who loves to draw, is generally into art and just lives a normal life like going to college, travelling by the metro, staying up till 3 am to finish art school assignments or just homework you know. I'd love it if you include gun but its totally upto you. Lastly I say it again you're my favorite account on here so I'll always support you btw lmao😭😭😭

Thank you so much for sending in the ask and apologies again (and to all the current requests...) on how long it is taking! AHHHHHH you are so sweet!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT and for giving the idea for another soft Gun!

Gun Park x Reader: Masterpiece

Gun with art student!reader. You're creating your final assignment.

"What's this piece?"

"Wait and see."

Gun watches you move the oversized blank canvas, rearranging your paints and material. Preparing your little corner of his penthouse. Your studio, you call it. A spot he has cleared aside for you when you gasped at the lighting one afternoon.

Between your art assignments and Gun's job, any free time you have together is sparse - you both take what you can. A call here or there, sporadic messages, infrequent dates if both your schedule allows.

It only made sense for you to move in, to make it easier to steal time together.

Still, your final project looms on the horizon. You need to focus your time and energy on this for now.

Regrettably.

Because as Gun sits and watches you, tie hanging loose, top shirt buttons undone, hair casual and flopping over his eye, you think he looks good enough to eat.

Focus. You shake your head, redoubling your efforts to concentrate. Strike while the iron is hot; you're inspired right now and you don't want to fail an assignment due to an art block. Again.

Gun stays quiet as he observes you. Gracefully moving, pencil between deft fingers, sketching out your ideas.

There's a lot of things that Gun Park can do, but he knows he can't do this. His hands are better suited to create and mould other sort of masterpieces.

His eyes watch you as much as they do your hand. The crease between your brows as you work out the angle, nose wrinkling when it doesn't quite work out how you imagine. Tongue out in concentration, hair up in a bun and wispy tendrils caressing your neck.

He is in awe seeing the lines and shapes take form.

.

.

The buzz of Seoul softens at 3am when you finish a few weeks later.

You look proudly at your work. It may be your best one yet.

"Is that me?" Gun takes in the figure you have painted.

Suddenly shy and self-conscious, you nod. It's not the first one you've created of your boyfriend but it's the first one that he has seen more than a passing glimpse of.

Gun blinks at the canvas. Is that how you see him?

He studies the angle of the face, scar softened in shades of pink between eyes that should be demonic. Recognises himself in the pose, odd that it is comforting and protective rather than intimidating. The lighter shades of your paint strokes illuminates, frames him like a halo.

Gun looks at the painting and feels your love poured into it.

It's him all at once and not at all. At least not in the way anyone else could possibly see him.

"It's a masterpiece," he kisses you softly as you smile against his lips, "And you're mine."

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

Hello!!, I saw that you were accepting requests so I wanted to ask for a LS with a S/o who is a member of a punk band!!

PS: sorry for my bad english… I'm using a translator to send this:(

Since I already kiiiind of did similar headcanons for Formaggio and Risotto, I won't include them in these headcanons, I hope that's okay!!

ADDITION IM ADDING NOW AS I FINALLY WORK ON SOME DRAFTS HOOOOOOLY SHIT AM I SORRY I'VE NEGLECTED MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I'm going to try to get back into a writing groove!!!!

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La Squadra with an S/O in a punk band

Illuso

He makes everyone and their grandma listen to your band. He's boasting about how good your music is, he's practically a living advertisement. If you don't want people to get sick of your band's music, please try to ask him to stop

If you're the singer of the band, he'll sometimes start singing your songs, hoping you'll start singing with him.

Hell, even if you aren't the singer, he'll do it.

Makes his way into as many concerts as he can - his stand comes in handy here as he sneaks in pretty damn easily...I mean I don't really know if he needs to but he does anyway?

Prosciutto

Music-wise, it's not exactly something you two connect on, however, he recognises talent when he sees/hears it.

And while he may not listen to your band's stuff on his own time, he will never turn down watching you practice a song or an instrument either on your own or with your band.

Your sheer concentration and skill captivates and attracts him, he loves it.

If you ask for it, he's willing to give feedback when you play him works in progress - he's very fair with his comments, never too harsh, never too soft.

Pesci

He is CONSTANTLY praising you. Number one fan all day every day, supporting your band as much as he possibly can.

I've said before that I think Pesci's music tastes are a bit of everything, so he has a good appreciation for the kind of art you make and you two can bond over music pretty easily.

He's very nervous about talking to any of your bandmates, but he always asks you to pass along compliments to them. Appreciation for everyone! aughghghg i love him

If he has the time, and you're okay with it, he loves to help with performances!!! If you need help setting ANYTHING, he is willing to help out

Also...be prepared for a very proud, mushy Pesci after any of your performances

Melone

"You've been playing together for how long? And your biggest inspirations are...?" idk why I just think he would like. Be a major contributor if you guys had like a wikipedia page or something. He's interviewing you and tippy tapping away (there's a post showing off how silly he types, I need to find it again)

He's asking about all the instruments, all the equipment - if you'd be so gracious as to possible teach him how to use any of them he will be thrilled.

He's just generally super curious about it all, he possibly asks too many questions...as in, you're wondering if he already knows the answer and just wants to listen to you talk.

Similar to Pesci, Melone spreads the appreciation all throughout your band!! No one's talent goes unnoticed to him, and in time he'd like to befriend the other members of the band.

Ghiaccio

Watching you perform does something to him. He's completely fucking silent and his eyes are GLUED on you. It's kind of scary from an outside perspective but to you it's absolutely adorable.

He's listening to your band all the time. Ghiaccio, at least in my thoughts, has such a deep passion for music and pays deep attention to how each individual in a group plays their instruments, how it all comes together to create a unique sound. Obviously, this is a million times more special for him listening to your stuff because well...it's you.

In previous headcanons, I mentioned that he blasts music into his ears when he listens as a sensory thing. With yours, he likes to close his eyes and imagine you and your band are right there.

No because now I can't stop thinking about it. Ghiaccio would love to have a musician s/o. He would love that so much holyshit?

You find him in heated arguments against random people in the comments of videos of your songs. Classic Ghiaccio.

[takashi-tuesday]

INTRODUCTION !!

━━ ☆ Welcome to the Takashi Tuesday blog! I'm here to provide you with your weekly Shiro content, since we don't have nearly enough fun media of him. Who is Takashi and why do they have an entire blog? Takashi, better know as Shiro, is a character from the animated show Voltron: Legendary Defender. His full name is Shirogane Takashi, he's around 25-27 years old; As well as a pilot, the black paladin and the leader of Voltron. What kind of content is going to be here? All things Takashi related! Art, snippets, fanfics and other forms of media. There is no plan for a type of order, like art, snippet, fanfic, art, etc. Just whatever feels right that particular Tuesday! On that note, while you don't have to have watched the show to enjoy the content here, there will be many spoilers so if you plan to, be prepared. Does that mean follows can request or submit things? Yes! The submissions and asks are on. Request ideas, ask Shiro related questions or send in your own art, snippets, headcanons. The guidelines are mentioned under the submission area but to reiterate; I will ask that everyone is (moderately) appropriate because you never know who's in these spaces. Suggestive comments and other silly things of that nature are allowed but please no explicit NSFW. Is it just going to be Shiro? It is mostly about Shiro but that doesn't mean other characters won't be mentioned! But for shipping that I'll be posting about will likely alternate between Curtis/Shiro and Adam/Shiro. I will not be posting about Shladins, this means any ship between him and a paladin. (ex; Shance (Shiro/Lance), Sheith (Shiro/Keith) If those are your preference, this isn't the place for you sadly! But other characters will be featured on this blog of course. What is the upload schedule going to look like? Every Tuesday will be a main post, which may be a submission or an ask but there may be double or even triple posts on those days. There is no general time frame, just whenever I have the spare time. ━━━━ ☆ For the record, I have no idea what I am doing with this, it may be unorganized and a little unprofessional but we're all here for a good time. Please be respectful, this is a safe-space for all kinds of headcanons that are appropriate. If you do not agree with it, keep it to yourself. Any question feel free to ask, I'll get to them as soon as possible. Your weekly Takashi content will begin Tuesday, seeya soon! :)

[arklayraven]

I'm currently on a mission to earn enough money to have enough to buy those OM art books, that are already accepting preorders. As well to prepare to have enough for one of the upcoming OM plushies.

So what I'm going to do is draw characters in any of these chibi bases I made for this. And hope if anyone likes them enough, they will throw a donation my way to my ko-fi. As a means to say to keep going pretty much with the drawings.

I'm also all for accepting character requests too if you have any if it'll motivate you to support me there too.

Eyes and smile can change to fit any characters personality/style btw. So for example, if you don't think a smile will suit them, then understandable and I can change it to make things work.

I'm gonna just try to draw OM characters for now. But for requests, am willing to try OM ocs too. As well characters from Paralive, Twst and from other series' you know I'm a fan of.

Only things I won't draw btw are robots, mechs and armor.

A single ko-fi donation is $3, but you can send more if you want.

Shares are greatly appreciated and help out a lot even if you can't donate!

I'll update if/when my goal is reached.

Thank you for reading, and for supporting and helping me too if you did!! 💜

[the-one-who-lambs]

About me!!

I'm Hannah (she/they). This is my Cult of the Lamb side blog; my main is @onethirdofimpossible and I also go by that username on AO3. I'm in my mid twenties and I'm from the US. If you're here, it's probably because you've read my fics, but I've written many fanfics for Cult of the Lamb. My works are typically focused on narilamb or the Bishop family, but I go all over the place: whether you like to read multichaps or oneshots, rated G or E, shippy or not, angst or fluff... there's probably something I've written that you'll enjoy! I'm best known as the author of The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God (the old version that I wrote back in 2022, and the new-and-improved "director's cut" version that is my current wip!) and The Care and Keeping of Baby Eldritch Gods.

A few other hobbies I have besides writing are cooking/baking, making plushies, digital art, and playing flute!

Despite being able to write pretty consistently, I'm a Ph.D. student in environmental science. If I haven't posted a fic update in a while, I'm probably preparing for a conference or getting into a fistfight with hydrostatic equilibrium or something.

Links

All my written works on AO3

Twitch, a recent endeavor of mine where I stream games and occasional art/writing!!

Fic playlist for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God, with all songs in chronological order of what they refer to in the fic c:

I have a ko-fi but paypal is giving me shit so if you REALLY wanna b nice I have a Throne. I don't expect anything ever but if u get me something I'd die for you. and write more stuff while happier.

FAQ below the cut!

How long have you been writing?

I've been writing fanfiction since I was in sixth grade! I wrote what was basically a self-insert pokemon soulsilver fanfic, entirely by hand. It took up four full composition notebooks and then some. However, I've only been posting my writing publicly since 2016. Even after that, I had a nasty habit of making a sideblog for any fandoms I got really into, then deleting my blog and sometimes orphaning my works when I lost interest. I've since learned my lesson, though!

How long have you been drawing?

Ha, uh. I got a digital drawing tablet in May 2023, and started really drawing as a hobby for about... three months, and then the school year started again. Between then and June 2024 I drew like one or two things. So I've actually been practicing for only a few months. Constructive criticism on my art is welcome, especially as I learn!

May I send a fic/art request?

If my bio says they're open, you may, I think they're really fun! Depending on what does or doesn't inspire me, I won't take every single request, but I love requests because they give me excuses to try new things.

Do you write smut?

I've written a couple E-rated fics! My alternate pseud for fics of that caliber is remainderofreality. I don't write it very often, though.

What made you decide to start writing? What makes you decide to keep writing?

1. I had a creative bug I couldn't not itch. 2. Having creative hobbies and sticking to them has dramatically improved my life. I'm happier, I have so many friends it's connected me with, I get to see other people be inspired by things I make (?!), it keeps my mind active and playful, etc etc.

Do you have any suggestions for people looking to start writing?

Before you start worrying about the quality of your writing, the most important advice I can give you is to keep writing and have fun with it. Don't be afraid of being "cringe" or not getting the engagement numbers you're hoping for (in fact, it's better to not have any expectations about that at all!). Not everything you write is going to cater to everyone, and that's okay! But writing (especially fanfiction) is first and foremost for fun and even though it's difficult and you will struggle, it should be rewarding and fun. I've answered a few asks about writing advice and I can't find them all but here are the ones I can: 1 2 3 4

When do you expect to update your fic next?

Lmao god if I know but I'm working on my wips nearly every single day so I promise I haven't forgotten it. I'm a busy person! I'm a PhD student, teaching assistant, research assistant, and executive dysfunction haver.

Do you take commissions?

I don't, and I have no plans to as of now. I'm actually personally against writing fanfic for pay (copyright and ethical reasons), but for art I'm simply not experienced enough yet to be comfortable with that. However, I have TONS of friends who do take commissions so if you're looking for someone I can give you recs

May I draw fanart for you based on your fics?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I EXPLODE WITH JOY if you do please share it with me please please please. I will also likely ask for your permission to print it out and frame it (not a hyperbole, btw).

[starlitmeadows]

🎇hi and welcome to my blog🎇

you can call me Nick or Meadow or whatever you like or see fit! 19, agender aroace-spec. you can use he/they or any pronouns for me including neopronouns, go crazy, but please do not she/her me

-prev url: nickeeree-

💫asks are always open and welcome!! you can send anything but be prepared that sometimes I may not respond for various reasons. also feel free to tag and dm me

some heads up before you proceed ✨this is my first ever artblog and i have no idea what i'm doing</3 ✨i draw and post when i can and want to (which doesn't happen so often ngl) ✨English is not my first language, please keep this in mind when you see me saying something off or not making sense ✨i'm a silly little guy and it's never my intention to harm or offend anyone, but if you think that i'm doing something wrong please let me know ✨i am extremely socially anxious and the "doesn't talk unless asked" type of guy, so if anything - i'm not ignoring or avoiding you, i'm just awkward😞 ✨there may be gore, blood and other things that may be unpleasant for someone, don't worry i always tag them. also a lot of swearing, just so you know ✨i use tone indicators a lot, it's more af a habit but sometimes i am worried about people misinterpreting me, so yeah

🌟you can find any additional info in my bio

tag list! #meadowart - art tag #nickeeree - old art tag! #reblog - self-explanatory #rare talk tag - my text posts #mutuals - mutuals! :) #misc - for reblogs that don't contain any art and/or fandom #askers: request - art requests from my inbox #askers: txt - casual inbox responses #gamers: ask - ask games tag

that's all⭐be cool and have fun

[jazzy-flowerr]

Jasper Lore Dumping About Himself Yippie! :D

[blog is 13+ due to swearing, occasional suggestive jokes [nothing totally NSFW but still], and other more mature things]

3, 2, 1, GO!

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All names: Jasper/Jazzy (main name), Cagney/Cag/Cags (main nickname) (y'all know what that nickname is based off of lmao), Angel (second nickname), Marionette/Mari (third nickname)

Age: 14 y/o

Gender: Trans Agender

Sexuality: Bisexual + graysexual

Pronouns: He/him

Language: English (US)

DNI: NSFW, MAPs, Proshippers, Bigots, Roleplayers

All platforms I'm on: Tumblr (duh), Spotify (username is Dizzy_Flowerr🏳‍⚧), Pinterest (username is Xx_Misty_Flowerr_xX), Roblox (username is XxJazzy_JasperxX)

Main comfort characters (I have some other comfort characters but these are like the main ones y'know): Cagney Carnation from Cuphead, Ollie Bulb (also from Cuphead), Mettaton from Undertale, Twiddlefinger/Evil Max from FNF Twiddlefinger, The Daycare Attendant from FNaF, Werehog Sonic from Sonic Unleashed, Faker/EXE from FNF VS Sonic.exe

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Other important infomation I think:

-I'm a multifandom artist but it's mainly just Cuphead

-I'm taken (I have a joyfriend and I talk about them sometimes)

-I have a second blog dedicated to my Cuphead x Undertale AU called InkwellTale, you can find that blog right here; @inkwelltaleaublog

-You can send me art requests and/or just any sort of questions ya got for me, just as long you don't spam and also keep your requests SFW

-I have REALLLY bad social anxiety and can be extremely awkward at times so just prepare yourselves for that

-I sometimes do voiceacting (even though I'm still a bit self conscious/dysphoric about my voice)

-I don't identify as a human, please don't refer to me as one ^ w ^

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That's about it from me! Have a great day and remember to eat your water! :D

[asktheangeleetwins]

Welcome to the Angelee Twins ask blog! Read below for rules before you continue!

Askable characters (Links to references in the names):

Rudy Angelee: The scout in Red. Obsessed with sex. He loves spicy and savoury food and is VERY skilled with any type of gun. He's considered the strongest of the twins. Can be considered loud and a bit overbearing.

Cosmo Angelee: The scout in blue and the younger twin. Obsessed with food - specifically any type of sweets. He's a lot colder than his brother and more reserved when it comes to potential partners. Considered the smartest of the twins and is more skilled and graceful - typically uses a bat or a katana of some description.

Hudson Clarke: A human sniper who happens to be a mentor, boss, and friend to the twins. He works for a special part of the government, and he is the main one in charge of keeping the twins in check and trying to make sure they stay out of trouble along with giving them any missions they may have.

First of all, some disclaimers!

☆This blog is run by @glitteringpeachy !

☆This blog is 16!+ Any blogs without an age or under 16 will be blocked. I will not make this blog fully NSFW, but there will be lots of swearing, discussions of sex, etc. The admin is a 20 Y/O.

☆When I'm talking as the admin on a post, I will talk in double brackets in pink, ((like this.))

☆All answers to asks will be rendered in SFM! Because of that, the admin may be slow to get to your ask.

☆The angel twins are heavily inspired by Panty and Stocking, so you may notice some parallels. The lore and backstory is original, though!

☆The twins can be very rude! Don't take what they say as my own opinions or thoughts. Love you all!

Now some Rules!

☆Suggestive asks are fine, but not 100% NSFW asks. This blog is 16+ not 18+

☆No magic anons! As in, do not try to force the twins (or any character) to do anything, or try to derail blog. If I ever allow magic anon's in the future, it'll PROBABLY be specifically for story purposes.

☆No crossovers! I don't mind role-playing, but I will not include your OC in the story or anyone else's OCs. This ask blog is for canon events only. (Unless I decide to do a non-canon event for fun, but that won't be for OCs.)

☆You don't have to ask JUST the twins, I don't mind people asking other characters as they show up! (Like Hudson for example.) This blog is more than just the twins after all.

☆ No spamming a single question, though you can ask as many questions as you want!

☆Any transphobic/homophobic/racist/proship asks/blogs will he blocked on sight.

☆Speaking of proship, do NOT make any weird or incestuous scenarios or asks with the twins- that's gross.

Regarding fanart...

☆If you make fanart, tag this blog or @glitteringpeachy , and maybe use the #angelee twins tag or the #devine detors tag!

☆I don't mind any type of fanart, as long as it isn't proshippy, obviously. But if you draw NSFW, I request you don't post it publicly with the two tags I just mentioned! Send it to me privately, (I'd still love to see it!) and keep it to your private blogs.

☆Note, PLEASE DO NOT DRAW ME NSFW FANART IF YOU'RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!! And I request you message me beforehand if you plan on making NSFW, just so I'm prepared for it. I don't want an NSFW art jumpscare💀

And that's all for now! I will add more to this blog if I feel the need to. Have fun sending asks- I can't wait to get to them!

[alphadogg777]

Hey Packmates! This comic was intended to be released in completion as my gift to @mello-jello for a Secret Santa event held in the Levihan Discord server last year! I highly suggest reading the original fan-fiction on aO3 prior to looking this over as these pages only somewhat connect and have gaps of missing scenes! Several pages are unfinished and I apologize for that. I bit off more than I could chew last December and ended up having to give this project up after the Photoshop file repeatedly crashed and finally corrupted, resulting in me losing my progress. I still wanted to upload this for Jello as I greatly appreciate everything you do and I wanted to provide closure on this project I set out on doing last year! So keep in mind everyone, this is far from perfect and not my proudest work (as this all older art and many parts remain unfinished).

I actually didn't create the pages in order, so I don't have the first half of the fic drawn. For story reference, this scene here takes place right after Hange runs the exercise tests on him and he goes to the bath that she's prepared for him and so on. More notes alongside the pages will be included as you continue to read. Enjoy!

So I uh...chickened out of actually drawing the scene of Hange giving Levi a massage. Going into this little project of mine I believed I could draw this scenario taking place in theory, but it felt MUCH more intimate and steamy and I GOT TOO FLUSTERED AND COULDN'T DO IT I'M SORRY GAHHHH ;-;

Anyways it continues after Hange does the calculations based on the experiment to see if Levi's performance on the field has improved as a result of the luxury treatment. And it turns out...

And that's that! Here are some additional bonus sketches below as well! I meant for these to be used in the comic, however due to the file corrupting I wasn't able to recover all of them which resulted in me losing motivation and any confidence I had left in posting this last year. I hope you all can find enjoyment in these comic pages despite being unfinished for the most part!

Lemme know what y'all think! Stay tuned for more content in the near future! Keep sending me asks/requests, I've had a blast reading through them all! Until next time! :D

[dreamcatcherwriting]

Hihi!

I'm DreamCatcher, but you may call me Dré, Catcher, or Catch. I am a big fan of Ranboo and a major Genloser. If you like Generation Loss come scream in my ask box.

I'm an aspiring author and artist, and I play guitar.

My fandoms/interests include:

Generation Loss (as stated above; it's my latest hyperfixation)

Dream SMP (I don't support all the ccs or their actions)

Ranboo (platonically obsessed with this enby)

Resident Evil 4 (Leoooon <3)

Life is Strange (weird time travel powers, let's go)

The Sorry Boys (sporks for the win)

The Maze Runner (both books and movies)

Wings of Fire

QSMP (to an extent)

I write and draw for some of these, especially the first three, so if you like any of them, feel free to hang out!

Here's my old pinned which has links to my fics. They're all DSMP for now, but Encore, my Genloss fic, will be coming soon. I publish them on Quotev rather than Ao3, which might be an unfamiliar platform for some of you. Sorry.

I do a lot of art so prepare to see that along with possibly some snippets of writing. If you want to send art requests, you may do so as long as they're SFW! I may not be able to get to all of them, but I will try.

Tags I use most often:

DreamCatcher Says Stuff - when I'm blabbing my opinion

DreamCatcher Writes Stuff - whenever I post anything to do with writing

DreamCatcher Draws Stuff - when I post art

DreamCatcher Crafts Stuff - Minecraft screenshots my beloved

DreamCatcher Reblogs Stuff - I forget this one most of the time

not my art - I don't always remember this one but it's for reblogged art that isn't mine

Do Not Follow or Interact If:

you'll repost my art. I am not okay with my art being reposted (reblogs are fine obviously!)

you're homophobic, transphobic, racist or otherwise discriminatory.

you are a bully towards anyone. anything unkind will not be tolerated

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"ROOF! ROOF!"

"Ugh! Milo! Shut up! Fuck is you even barking for, bruh?"

Yeah, yeah...another day. Ugh! He probably barking because he needs to go out to the relief area. Sometimes I wish he could do it himself and come back.

I get up outta bed—ya already know how that junk go. No need to explain even further than that.

Anyway, it's a big day at the dealership. We get a handful of new cars in today and me being the BEST salesman there is, you know how I handle things. I don't just wear no suit to work. I got it like that to wear I can wear a certain outfit and still look presentable, you know what I'm sayin'? But I do wear my identification.

I hop in the shower, eat a lil bit of food, feed my dog, and get ready for the day. I checked my notifications to see if my boys got some going on and then I dip out. Every time I go outside, I get stopped for some compliments here and there and I truly appreciate it. I love all the love I receive. But do I got a girl? Why you in my business?

**Bzz! Bzz!

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Good morning,"

"Wassup?"

"Do you think you can send me $300?"

"For what?!"

"Well, I need it to go shopping,"

"Naomi, why don't you get a job, girl?"

"You know I'm trying! But, really wanna go out this weekend. You know I never beg,"

"Never? I wanna see what your 'barely' looks like,"

"Please, Duke? I promise I'm looking,"

"Just request it and I'll accept it. You know I can help you find some,"

"I'm good. I believe my friend is helping me out with streaming,"

"It's gone take time and dedication,"

"I'm fully aware,"

"But I'm on my way to work. I'll send it when I get there,"

"Thank you. Have a good day!"

"You too,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

I arrive at the gig and there was like 27 new cars on the lot! I can spot them that easily. It was some more still coming in. We get some used cars a lot too, but it kind of takes away from the new cars we have and receive. I parked my car and hopped out. Everyone at my job is cool for the most part and I have no issues with them. At least I don't think so. If it ain't addressed, keep it on the playground. Simple.

"If it ain't the fashion God himself!" My manager greeted.

"Sup, Michael,"

"Hey! We gone have a busy day today. Be prepared for this one. 6 new SRT's, 7 Mustangs, 5 Mercedes Benz, 10 Kia's and a few others. Shop opens in an hour and I have to get all of this shit filed. Fuck!"

"You need some help?"

"Nah, I got it. Hey, I was looking through the appointment list and saw a well-known name pop up. Got any idea who Justin Barker is?"

"I think he's another streamer if I'm not mistaken. He also does music on the side, but I'm not too big on him. He coming in?"

"I guess so. I see him right here. Purchasing a brand new 2024 Kia EV9,"

"Whew! Hella money dropped on a car,"

"Yeah, but if you can keep up with the payments, you good. You go and get settled and imma finish getting things in order,"

"Bet,"

~~~~~~~~~~

It's another loud morning at Justin's house per usual. Sometimes he's up and working on some music, but he tends to forget there's other people in the house. He's drumming, playing the guitar, cursing because he can't get a certain tune right, and so forth. Zuri, his girlfriend, is irritated by the constant disruption and urges he takes a break!

"Goddamit! Fuck, man! I can't get this right!" Justin curses.

"Justin! Oh my gosh, babe! Calm down!"

"I'm sorry, I just...I just get so stressed, like, I know I can do better than this!"

"I believe in you, Justin, but we have to think about other people in the house when it comes to noise. I don't mind you playing the guitar, but the theatrics has to stop. Please!"

"I'll work on it,"

"And you better stick to it. What you working on anyway?"

"A new song I've been meaning to put out for some time now and I just get so stuck on the damn chorus and even some times the bridges. I feel lost..."

"Since when has my baby ever been lost?"

"This song is just...personal,"

"Well, you have to take your time and let the art come to you,"

"Tried that,"

"Maybe that's a sign for you to take a break then,"

"I can't do that!"

"Yes you can. Your audience will understand,"

"This is how I make my living! I'm at this every other if not every day,"

"Justin, if this means a lot to you then you have to feel your work. Take time off for you! And besides, don't you have a car to get today? Focus on that instead,"

"Yeah, you're right. Almost forgot about that fucking car. Let's not waste money and hurry and get it!"

"There's the happy and energetic Justin I know! Let's go get our new whip,"

"Our?"

"Well, yours...yours works too,"

"You have a car,"

"Okay, well damn! I can't be supportive?"

"You can. Let's just forget it and just get the car,"

"Whatever you say,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is a 2020 Kia Sol—" I said.

"Ain't these the cars that be getting jacked a lot?" The customer said.

"They may be getting jacked, but they can get jacked with this heat pack, for sure!" The co-signer added.

"I don't know, son. These are high risk cars,"

"Anything is good for right now dad. I got this. Plus this is the newer model. Im good,"

"You sure you want this?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, man, we'll take it," the dad said.

"Alright, just step back inside and we can get you started from there," I said, leading back indoors.

"Dennis! Just the guy I was trying to see," Micheal said.

"Wassup?"

"Just got off the phone with Justin and he said he's pulling up. He's changing his mind about the EV9 and wants to look around to see if there's any other options. You think you can take him for me? I got a bigger situation right now,"

"I would, but I'm doing someone right now,"

"I'll have Garrett take over for you. I'll even add this to your check,"

"Fine with me. That's the car they getting right there,"

"Gotcha. Thanks again,"

"You good,"

I've watched a few of Justin's videos before. Guy has some talent, but he can do too much at times. He can even come off as arrogant and obnoxious. Heard he had a girl, but I rarely lay any attention to that. But if he does, how on Earth does she deal with him?

I got a text from sis and she sent me pictures of her shopping with my money. I don't appreciate this. She betta get a job before I sue for all money sent. Reporting to the FBI for scamming and trafficking if she ask for one more thing. Watch!

Some time goes by and I see a black Porsche drive into the lot. Windows are tinted, so I can't really see inside. He parked right in front of the glass doors too. Who does this guy really think he is?

He comes out the car and walks straight inside. But, there's another person in the car. The door opens and a woman comes out, shaking her head. He had a whole woman in the car and didn't open the door? WHAT?! They both come in and start looking around. Boy am I gonna have a field day.

"Hello! Welcome to the dealership! My name is Dennis and you must be Justin,"

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you,"

"Vis versa. Heard you're looking for a new car?"

"Yeah, man. I just wanna see my options. I'm looking for something...exotic, but smooth. Something that's made for cruising, but still luxurious. You know?"

"I got just what you need. Follow me this way. Good morning, ma'am,"

"Good morning!" She smiled.

I smiled back. It was a reflex guys! Anyways, let's see what this dude want and hurry up and get him out the way. I take them to the side where most of the expensive cars are, but he can get a really good price on them if his credit is right.

"Ight! So out here are the 2023 Challenger SRT's. They run from around $55,000 to $87,000. The newer model Ranges are over here and they start at $100,000. Over here are the 2023 Phantom Rolls Royce's and these start at $500,000. SRT's are pretty loud, but the ladies love 'em. Range Rovers are pretty chill and comfortable, bringing that nice cool vibe. Royce's give you that luxury experience and have you feeling and looking good,"

"What about that Aston Martin over there?" Justin pointed.

"Oh, these! These are one of our best sellers as well. Starting off at $185,000 with a down payment of $4,000 a month if you don't wanna pay in full. This one has 542 to 697 horsepower, 9-speed automatic, all-wheel drive, and a 3 year warranty. The interior has black and blue leather seats, 7 over head lights, Bluetooth speakers, and it seats 5 people in total,"

"Hmm...I think I kinda like this one. You said up to 697 horsepower?"

"Yup,"

"Mmm...what you think, babe?"

"I love it! You seem to be interested in this one the most," she smiled.

"Yeah. I think imma go with this one,"

"Alright. Step on inside and we can get you started,"

"You need my ID and stuff?"

"Yeah,"

"Uh, Michael said I can just come and take it. Drive it off the lot,"

"Hold on. Let me check,"

I took out my phone to call Michael because what the hell is going on here. He ain't even pay yet!

"Yeah?" Michael answered.

"Hey, I got Justin here. He said that you said he can take the car and go?"

"No, he needs to get his background first, pay and then leave,"

"He said you need to pay and then leave," I said.

"Do ya not know who I am?"

Oh he one of those. I should have known.

"Regardless of that, you still have to follow the same procedures as everybody else, man,"

"Justin, just do what the man says, please?" Zuri asked, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just saying. I have a status. You know this, Zuri,"

"Justin, not today,"

After some time past, I was finally able to get this mother fucker off my hands. One of those privileged white kids I see. I can't believe she puts up with that. Another self-centered human being.

[sinditia]

In regards to your latest post, I think #8 and Alpha Peter would be good!

thank you for the prompt!

8 - "All I want now is you between my legs"

StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo 2022 - Alpha Peter

Summary: Peter Parker, assistant to Stark Industries CEO Pepper Potts, is sent on an errand to Tony Stark's house. The meet-cute leads to Tony requesting Peter's assistance on various random things... including his heat.

Word Count: 6.5k

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"I'm so sorry, Peter. He's not picking up his phone and these contracts are really important and some of these clauses need to be double-checked- I really can't send just anyone. I'd go myself if I didn't have that board meeting in an hour. And you're the only one who's been involved in this deal since the beginning-"

"It's fine, Ms. Potts, I don't mind," Peter assures. "And I'll debrief Miles again before I go to prepare him for your meeting later. I'm sure he can handle it."

Pepper nods, already gathering her files and running along. Alpha to the core, the Stark Industries CEO is always on the move, always one step ahead, thinking of her next moves while she works on the current. As her assistant, Peter needs to keep up quickly or he'll drown. Hiring a second assistant has made Peter's job a lot easier. Miles is a young beta, energetic, and a quick-learner. Peter's certain he can accompany Pepper by himself for the day.

And in all honesty, Peter could use the break.

--

The sleek, black company car drops Peter off in front of a sprawling, futuristic mansion perched on the bluffs of Point Dume, overlooking the Santa Monica bay. The place looks to be deserted. There are no security personnel all along the winding driveway, no other cars on the circular path by the glass-front entrance, no signs of any staff anywhere on the property.

As soon as Peter climbs out of the car and closes the door behind him, the driver takes off, presumably to find someplace to park. He seemed familiar enough with the area, which is more than Peter can say about himself.

Peter pauses on the steps by the mansion’s entrance, nonplussed by the lack of doorbell or knocker or even any surface he can rap his knuckles on to announce his presence. It’s all just sleek, wraparound glass, giving him an inside view of a massive, marble-tiled foyer, empty except for some confusing-looking sculptures and abstract art decorating the walls.

Looking around, Peter spots the dark lens of a security camera staring his way and a second later, the glass doors open.

“H-hello?” Peter calls out as he enters the premises. “Mr. Stark? I’m Peter. Peter Parker. Ms. Potts’s assistant.” He cringes inwardly at how inexperienced he sounds, upticking each sentence like it’s a question. He clears his throat. “I have some documents for you to look at.”

No answer. No assistant or housekeeper scurrying to greet him. A quick peek through an archway reveals a lavish dining room with a table that seats a dozen. Then around a corner there’s a luxurious living room with a sunken seating area, a pool table, and a grand piano. As far as Peter knows, Tony Stark, unmarried and single, lives alone. But he didn’t think the man would be alone alone. Peter’s inner alpha feels a twinge of discomfiture at the idea of an omega – or anyone really, he corrects himself – just sitting here unguarded, surrounded by all this wealth.

Or maybe Stark isn’t even home. Pepper did say he wasn’t picking up his phone. Maybe he’s out somewhere, maybe on a private jet gallivanting to some other country or whatever it is that rich people do when they-

Peter’s blood runs cold when he looks out the living room’s floor-to-ceiling glass windows and sees a dark shape floating in the middle of the infinity pool outside. He drops his briefcase and runs.

Peter doesn’t hesitate. As soon as he’s outside and gets to the pool’s edge, he dives in, clothes and all. A few kicks and he reaches the person, hauling their body face up towards the surface.

The person startles, blinking water out of their eyes.

Pretty eyes, Peter thinks dumbly even through his panic.

Water droplets cling to long, thick lashes as Tony Stark regards Peter with some amusement. “Oh. And who might you be?”

--

Tony Stark laughs and laughs as Peter sits on one of the poolside deck chairs, wringing chlorinated water out of his suit jacket.

“It’s not funny,” Peter grumbles. “I thought you were dead.”

Tony chuckles, grabbing a towel. “It’s a little funny. Serves you right for just wandering into a stranger’s house unannounced.”

Peter looks up at the man, spluttering. “I did announce! I called out to you but you didn’t answer. No one answered. And besides, your security camera let me in. How was I supposed to-”

Tony pauses the towel-drying of his hair, the dark tufts still wet but sticking up this way and that. “J.A.R.V.I.S. let you in? So you’re in the database?” Rivulets of water still run down the man’s surprisingly broad chest for an omega, past the dusky nipples, the hint of abs around his belly button, settling on the waistband of a pair of navy swim trunks that are so snug they leave nothing to the imagination.

Peter tears his eyes away with some difficulty. “I told you, I’m Ms. Potts’s assistant. I have- wait, ‘Jarvis’? So there is someone else here?”

“J.A.R.V.I.S., my A.I.. Weird, he didn’t say anything when you-” Tony snaps his fingers like he just remembered something. “Oh that’s right, I put him on mute earlier. I was stuck on a problem and needed some peace and quiet to think. Hence the, uh… meditation you caught me in.”

“‘Meditation’?” Peter snorts, giving up on his drenched suit jacket and tossing it aside. “You mean ‘impersonating a drowned corpse’?”

“Potato, tomato.” Tony waves a dismissive hand. He turns and gestures for Peter to follow. “Come on, I’ll get you some dry clothes.”

Peter gets up and walks behind the other man. He groans quietly, partly in discomfort at the soaked clothes sticking grossly to his body, a larger part in a decidedly different kind of discomfort at the sight of Tony Stark’s plush ass wrapped in those sinful swim trunks.

Jesus Christ, the way each ass cheek bounces with every step of the man’s toned legs. The stairs don’t help. With Peter a few steps behind, it just puts him at eye level with the omega’s wet ass. Peter’s thoughts are straying into dangerous territory and he desperately hopes that the chlorine he’s drenched in is covering any kind of arousal wafting from-

Peter reels back as he’s led through a doorway and he’s hit with a scent so strong and warm and homey. Sweet vanilla with a hint of peppery spice and something earthy and powdery like a bouquet of irises. Masculine, yet gentle. A gorgeous scent.

Peter realizes with slight alarm that Tony has taken him to his bedroom instead of one of the guest rooms a house this size must have. There’s a gigantic unmade bed on the far side of the room and beyond it, a stunning view of the Pacific Ocean. Tony heads towards the walk-in closet while Peter just stands there breathing in deep that mouth-watering scent permeating the space like he can’t get enough of it.

Tony re-emerges with some folded clothes. “Good thing you’re not one of those ‘roided up alpha types. Pretty sure these’ll fit you. Bathroom’s through there. Feel free to shower.”

Peter accepts what looks like a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. “What about you? Don’t you need to shower too?”

Tony’s eyes twinkle with mirth. “Are you inviting me to take a shower with you?”

Peter feels himself blush something fierce. “N-no! I meant- it’s your bathroom. You should be the first to-”

Tony laughs. “Relax, kid. Don’t think too much. Besides, I got better things to do right now.” He winks, then leaves the room.

--

Tony Stark’s bathroom is the fanciest bathroom Peter’s ever been in, and he’s stayed in a lot of nice, five-star hotels around the world accompanying Pepper on various business trips. It’s also by far the best-smelling bathroom Peter’s ever been in and he’s pretty sure it’s not the air freshener. It’s the same scent that filled the bedroom, but a bit lighter, not as saturated. Peter can practically feel the scent touching his skin as he strips down and he almost feels loath to wash it away.

Under the high-pressure stream of the showerhead, Peter wonders how he ended up here. Earlier this morning when he came into work and rode up the elevators to the executive floor of the Stark Industries building, he never thought that he would end up naked in a bathroom belonging to the owner of Stark Industries.

--

Tony’s clothes fit him fairly well. They’re of a similar height though Tony has broader shoulders, demonstrated by the slight looseness of the shirt’s upper half on Peter. What he thought was a plain grey t-shirt actually had an adorable little science illustration on it, portraying two cartoon atoms, one saying, “I lost an electron” while the other responded, “are you positive?”. Peter smiles to himself, imagining Tony Stark wearing a cute shirt like this.

Peter is looking around downstairs, trying to find Tony, when a voice, seemingly coming from everywhere at once, pipes up, “Mr. Stark is currently in his laboratory, down the stairs to your left.”

That must be the A.I., now unmuted, sounding like a perfectly refined, British butler.

“Um, thanks. J.A.R.V.I.S., right?” Peter asks.

“That’s right. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Parker. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly earlier, but as you may have noticed, Mr. Stark can be rather vexing.”

Peter chuckles. “That’s one way to put it.”

He follows J.A.R.V.I.S.’s direction and finds himself in a huge underground garage, as vast as the floor space above, with rows and rows of luxury and vintage cars lining the far end, while the area closer to Peter’s point of entry is cluttered with all sorts of computers, parts, and machinery.

A robot arm appears to notice Peter’s presence, rearing up and clacking its metal claws at him. Peter gives it an awkward wave and the robot arm rotates its claw a few times and makes what sounds like excited chirping noises.

“Shut up, DUM-E, I’m thinking,” Tony mutters from where he’s seated on one of the benches, peering through several magnifying lenses to tweak at something absurdly tiny with a fine pair of tweezers. His hair is still damp and dishevelled but he’s put on a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. He looks insanely hot, but-

Peter raises an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Tony looks up and his eyes rake unabashedly from Peter’s head to toe, nose twitching. “Not you dummy. Him DUM-E.” Tony jerks his head towards the robot arm, who bobs his distal appendage up and down in response to his name before picking up a conical dunce hat from a nearby bench and waving it at him. On the front surface of the hat is written ‘DUM-E’ in large block letters.

“That’s awful,” Peter says, but he chuckles at the adorable display. Then, remembering why he’s here in the first place, he clears his throat. “So listen, Ms. Potts sent over some contracts-”

“Yeah, I know. I looked at it. It’s fine.” Tony’s attention has returned to whatever it is he was tinkering with when Peter walked in.

Peter blinks. “It’s… Did you read the part where Stark Industries would waive any rights to-”

“Uh-huh, it’s fine.”

“And the part where any damage incurred from-”

“Yes, yes. It’s all fine,” Tony says with a touch of impatience. “I told you, I read it. Got all your little documents right here in your briefcase. I put notes for Pepper in the margins. Or was there any more homework she sent you to give me?”

“Oh,” Peter says, chagrined. “I didn’t think- That was quick. I mean, thanks for taking the time to-”

“Nothing to it,” Tony says with a dismissive wave. Then he smirks. “Besides, you did take a long shower.”

Peter stammers his way through denial, then thank-yous, then goodbyes as he takes his briefcase and excuses himself quickly before he embarrasses himself any further.

The driver who takes him back to the city only gives a brief glance at the fact that Peter is leaving wearing different clothes than the one he came in with, and doesn’t ask any questions.

--

“So?” Miles corners Peter at the cafeteria the next work day. “What was he like?”

“Who, Tony?” Peter asks without thinking.

“Well, I was gonna say ‘Mr. Stark’. But sure, Tony.”

Peter adamantly ignores Miles’s growing smirk. “He’s…” he hedges, thinking of broad shoulders he gripped in the pool, of water droplets dripping down a toned body, of wet swim trunks clinging to plump ass cheeks, of brown eyes and dark lashes and amused smiles, of warm vanilla and earthy spices over a garden of iris blooms. “…weird,” he finally settles on.

--

There’s a vein in Pepper’s temple that’s threatening to pop when Peter is called into her office the following week.

Peter had expected the worst, but he was subjected to only fifteen minutes of his boss ranting about how she is not in fact, Tony Stark’s personal assistant anymore, and that she is actually Chief Executive Officer of his company, a position that he himself personally appointed to her after stepping down as CEO, a position that, contrary to his belief, is rife with tasks and responsibility, and therefore she should not be burdened with concerns about Tony Stark’s laundry of all things.

“He’s making you do his laundry?” Peter asks, mystified, but also trying not to laugh lest he offend the woman paying his salary. Tony Stark really is something else.

Pepper fixes Peter a look with the most exasperation he’s ever seen on an alpha. “No, he’s making you do his laundry. He’s making me give you the day off to do so.”

--

In all honesty, Peter doesn’t mind doing laundry. If Tony Stark wants him to spend the day sitting in the company car taking some suits to the dry cleaner’s and back, then he’ll be a good little employee and do what the company owner says.

Except, as it turns out, that’s not exactly what Tony wants him to do.

“Um,” Peter stares at the contents of the laundry basket Tony sets in front of him, slightly horrified. “Don’t you have… Who usually does this for you?”

“I have a housekeeper who comes in every few days. But he’s on maternity leave right now. And I don’t like the idea of strangers handling my things so…” Tony claps his hands once. “Chop chop. I need all of this done or else I’m going commando on live TV tomorrow.” He gives Peter a little smirk. “Not for the first time. But I don’t want that new anchor to get any ideas. I know what you young alphas are like.”

“I- what-”

“Anyway. Let me know when you’re done. I’ll be in the lab.” And before Peter could say anything else, Tony breezes out of the laundry room, leaving him with a hamper full of the man’s… delicates.

Peter stares at them like they’re a basket of snakes waiting to strike. They’re decidedly not like the plain, cotton-blend boxer briefs Peter owns that come in packets of five from Costco. These are a pile of silk and lace and satin and mesh, in a whole spectrum of colours and patterns, from bold reds and blacks to soft pinks and blues. All, no doubt, absurdly expensive. Peter can see intricate little flowers embroidered into some of the thin straps, and… are those rhinestones? Pearls?

Peter’s dick twitches in interest as his mind conjures up images of Tony Stark, sprawled out on his lush massive bed, wearing nothing but one of these panties. Such a gorgeous, unattainable omega that Peter has no business fantasizing about. But the idea of those delicate straps and lace wrapping that perfect ass… Thin, flimsy material barely covering that dripping pussy…

Peter reaches in and picks up a pretty little thong with cut-outs on the front, barely any fabric on the gusset. But oh god, the scent that hits his nose as soon as he lifted it from the hamper. It’s that same vanilla-iris he knows as fundamentally Tony, but inexplicably sweeter, thicker, deliciously caramel-like, and almost boozy with how light-headed it makes Peter feel.

Without thinking, Peter lifts it to his face-

“The detergent is under the sink,” J.A.R.V.I.S.’s disembodied voice suddenly says, making Peter jump guiltily. “Use the mild, unscented one. The white bottle with the blue cap.”

“Uh, right. Thanks.” Peter shakes his head, hoping to god that the A.I. isn’t so advanced that he could read minds.

Peter tries to cleanse his thoughts as he hand-washes Tony’s intoxicating scent out of those dirty panties. His head clears with every rinse of clean, cold water through the delicate fabric. But as he lays them all out neatly on a drying rack, he gets real familiar with the skimpy styles of each elaborate piece, and Peter’s traitorous brain insists on showing him what Tony would look like wearing each of them.

--

It’s not always swim trunks and lingerie.

Tony started summoning Peter to help him with random, innocuous things around the lab. One time, he wanted Peter there to be a ‘fresh nose’ to detect any possible gas leak from whatever mechanical contraption he was messing around with because he was beginning to get ‘olfactory fatigue’.

Another time he wanted Peter to lug a bunch of crates from the driveway down to the lab. Peter had sweated all through his button-up from all the heavy lifting that day and he must have stunk so bad that Tony started giving him weird looks, though the man graciously didn’t comment on it.

But sometimes Tony just wanted Peter to come to the lab and talk, brainstorm, spitball ideas. Peter knows a fair bit about science and engineering. He has to, as an employee of Stark Industries, but he’s mostly worked on the business side of things with Pepper. He feels woefully inadequate as a mind-sparring partner to the incredible genius that is Tony Stark. He doesn’t know exactly what he offers to the table but Tony insists that Peter’s unsullied perspective is exactly what he needs.

Peter loves those kinds of visits best, when he can just be there and soak in Tony Stark’s brilliance, surrounded by the sharp tang of metal and motor oil softened up by the gentle powdery warmth of Tony’s own scent. It’s easy to talk with Tony, whether it’s about mundane, everyday things or about the technical matter of engineering. Tony is astute and funny and surprisingly sweet demonstrated by the fond exasperation he uses to address his robotic creations.

Peter deeply enjoys spending time with Tony, and he thinks the other man does too. Tony’s requests for Peter’s presence and assistance become enough of a habit that even Pepper stops fighting it, for the sake of her mental wellbeing. She’s worked with Tony long enough to know to choose her battles, and Peter isn’t exactly complaining.

--

The first time Peter meets Tony outside of his house is during a Stark Industries-sponsored charity event at the Beverly Hills Four Seasons hotel. It’s a Friday night, and instead of going out for drinks with the guys from finance, both Peter and Miles are working overtime, helping Pepper micromanage every aspect of the event.

Peter spots Tony on the other side of the hall, easily the best-dressed one in there with his tailored all-black suit and tinted glasses. He’s speaking with a tall, blond man, clean-shaven, handsome in an all-American way, and built like he should be on the cover of one of those alpha fitness magazines. Their conversation appears intimate, unlike the throwaway charm and banter Tony presents to the other guests. The blond alpha crowds into Tony’s space while the omega looks up at him through his lashes, speaking quietly.

They look good together, Peter thinks with a sinking heart. A physical specimen of an alpha for the world’s most eligible omega.

But then Peter sees the alpha try to take hold of Tony’s elbow but Tony jerks his arm away, saying something sharply to the other man before storming off towards the terrace.

Peter’s hackles rise. Who is this alpha? He tenses, ready to intervene if the alpha looks to pursue Tony further with unwanted attention. Fortunately, the man just finishes his drink and makes his way to the exit, in the opposite direction.

Peter weaves through the crowd and makes his way towards where he saw Tony headed. The terrace is quieter than the main hall, and Tony is standing by the balustrade, glasses tucked in his pocket, the summer breeze ruffling his dark hair and carrying with it the faint scent of vanilla pods and iris blossoms.

“Hey, you alright?” Peter asks on approach.

Tony turns to look at him. “Always. Why do you ask?”

“I just… saw you with that guy earlier.”

“Oh. Steve.”

“Is he your, um, boyfriend?”

“No,” Tony says with a slight scoff. “Well…” he rethinks it for a few seconds before he decides, “no, we’re just friends. With benefits,” he adds. “Except now that the benefits are cooling off, it turns out we’re not really great at being friends, so… I guess we’re just- or at least I’m just- an annoyance.”

“Well he’s an idiot,” Peter says matter-of-factly.

Tony quirks a smile at him. “‘Why, no, Tony, don’t say that! You’re not an annoyance at all!’,” he retorts in good nature.

Peter returns his smile. “You are an annoyance. But I like that about you.”

Tony looks away. While it’s hard to tell his expression in the low light, Peter is so attuned to the omega’s scent by now that he picks up a slight change in it, warmer, stickier, spicier than usual.

Peter breathes in deep. “Tony, are you…”

“My heat is due this weekend.”

“Should you be out here like this?” Peter asks, concerned.

“Now you just sound like Steve,” Tony says wryly.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Peter frowns. “Is that why… is that what the fight was about earlier?”

Tony shrugs. “Just didn’t feel like spending it with him this time. Or the time before this one. He’s taking it a lot better this time around, though.” He chuckles at the sight of Peter’s face and he reaches out to smooth the frown lines on Peter’s forehead with his thumb. “Don’t hurt your little head over it, alpha,” he says, the title making Peter preen a little. “It’s no big deal.”

“It should be,” Peter insists. “Heats belong to no one but the omega. No one should feel entitled to it.”

Tony’s hand moves down to cup Peter’s face, gaze dropping to his lips.

Peter’s heart thuds as time seems to stand still, then speed up all at once when they both close the distance between them to kiss. It’s soft and sweet, as first kisses tend to be, but the want inside them quickly rises, rushing heat through their veins. It lights a fire in their kiss as their hands move to grasp each other, touching like they’ve always wanted.

Tony makes a soft noise when Peter flicks his tongue against the seam of his lips and Peter already wants more of that sound. It’s heady, surrounded by the omega’s enticing scent and taste. Peter can hardly believe that he’s kissing the Tony Stark.

An insistent buzzing in Peter’s pocket interrupts them.

“Either you’re very excited about this, or someone’s calling you,” Tony murmurs against his lips.

“I’ll take it later,” Peter says, pulling Tony in closer, hungry for his taste.

“It could be Pepper. And if it is, then we’re both in trouble.”

Peter groans and pulls away. He answers the phone and Miles’s voice comes through, tinny and frantic, something about Pepper looking for him. It’s hard to concentrate with Tony’s face nuzzled against his neck, scenting deep. Peter hastily assures Miles that he’ll be right there and hangs up.

“If she fires you, then you’d be free to play with me all the time,” Tony jokes, kissing his neck.

“Don’t tempt me,” Peter sighs, closing his eyes, enjoying the feel of Tony’s lips on his skin. “I should go.”

“I know.” Tony’s mouth makes a kiss trail up Peter’s jaw to the corner of his lips. “God, you’re driving me nuts already. Peter… if you want, feel free to come to the house tomorrow.”

Peter’s eyes fly open. “Tomorrow? But that’s your-”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your heat. You want me to-”

Tony pulls away, raising an eyebrow. “Look at me, last chance, yes or no?”

“Yes,” Peter says quickly, grinning. They kiss again, giddy, unable to keep their hands off each other. They kiss and kiss until Peter’s phone goes off again. “Fuck! Okay, I really gotta go.”

“Hmm,” Tony agrees, placing one final kiss on Peter’s cheek before letting him go.

Walking away from Tony is the hardest thing Peter’s had to do, especially with the other man looking slightly dishevelled, smelling so sweetly like an omega in heat already.

Peter hesitates. “Tony, I don’t want to be presumptuous with you, but… I really think you should… I mean, it would make me feel better if-”

“Don’t worry, I’m going straight home.” Tony smirks and glances down at himself. “Gotta take care of this little problem you gave me somewhere a little more private.”

Peter rushes back into the main hall and wonders if Pepper and Miles can see the blush in his face or smell the vanilla and iris on his skin.

--

The next morning, Peter takes an uber to Point Dume and J.A.R.V.I.S. lets him in the house.

It feels dangerously intimate. Peter’s exhausted, having just worked late into the night with his hardass boss, and now, stepping into the now familiar house that smells so much like the omega he lo- likes very much… it almost feels like coming home.

“Mr. Stark is still asleep in his room,” J.A.R.V.I.S. informs him. “I’ve been instructed to tell you to head right upstairs. But may I suggest encouraging him take some electrolyte drinks? I do believe he’d be more receptive to your persuasion rather than mine.”

Peter chuckles. “Will do, Jarv. Got some right here.” He pats the tote bag he brought with him stuffed full of home-made sandwiches, heat snacks, and bottles of electrolyte water.

Peter takes the stairs two steps at a time, feeling invigorated as Tony’s scent grows stronger the closer he gets. He slips quietly into the bedroom, still dark with the curtains drawn against the morning sun, and practically sighs in contentment, enveloped by the sweet cloud of Tony’s pheromones.

The omega is a rumpled bundle under the fluffy blankets, rising and falling with every slow breath. Peter strips down to his shirt and boxers, sits on the edge of the bed, and pulls the blanket back slowly, revealing Tony fast asleep underneath. Peter runs his fingers gently through the omega’s dark hair, marvelling in its softness.

Tony snuffles closer at the touch, forehead creasing, nose twitching. “Alpha?” he murmurs, eyes blinking open slowly.

“I’m here, omega,” Peter says, chest feeling like it’s about to burst at being able to call Tony that.

Tony smiles at the endearment, rolling over to throw an arm over Peter’s waist, pressing his nose against his skin. The blankets fall away and reveal that Tony’s been sleeping completely nude.

Peter runs a hand down Tony’s bare back. “Do you want some water? You’re starting to burn up. You should hydrate.”

Tony moves his hand from Peter’s hips to fondle at his cock through his boxers. “All I want now is you between my legs.”

Peter lets out a soft grunt at the stimulation but he holds firm. “Water first, omega, then you can have my cock.”

Dark brown eyes blink up at Peter through thick lashes, a touch of wilfulness in them. But Peter just gives a small smile and Tony sits up to receive the offered drink. Tony scoops up the straw with his tongue in a way that is not at all meant to be enticing, keeping eye contact with Peter as he sucks and swallows the fluids.

“Mmm,” Tony licks his lips when he’s done, like it’s the sweetest nectar and not some plain water with bland hints of lemon.

“Alright,” Peter mutters, snatching the bottle and setting it haphazardly on the bedside table before lunging to capture those infuriating lips in a hungry kiss. He can feel Tony grin against him and he lets himself be tugged on the bed on top of the omega.

Tony’s thighs fall open and Peter settles between them. The sheets, the pillows, the blankets, they all smell so much like Tony. It’s like sinking into a cloud of the most mouth-watering vanilla-caramel and earthy, woody spices.

“Oh, fuck,” Peter sighs, feeling dizzy with want. He buries his nose in the crook of Tony’s neck, inhaling deep, scenting, kissing him.

Insistent hands tug at Peter’s shirt and boxers. “Off, off. Get this off,” Tony orders.

“Impatient,” Peter teases, as though he’s not dying to sink into the sweet warmth of the omega’s body. He leans up and strips the rest of the way, revelling in the way Tony runs his hands appreciatively up and down his chest and stomach, eyes darkening even further with lust.

Tony curls a hand around Peter’s cock that’s been hard and aching since Tony’s scent entered his bloodstream. “I need this in me now,” Tony breathes, stroking Peter, who bucks at his touch.

Peter covers Tony’s body with his, kissing him. Their bare chests press against each other in a delicious glide, the touch of skin on skin like liquid fire. Peter grips Tony’s thigh, hitching it up, angling his pelvis so that their hips grind against each other, his hard cock meeting Tony’s pussy lips.

“You’re so wet,” Peter murmurs in wonder. His shaft drags up and down the seam of Tony’s pussy, spreading slick everywhere.

“Touched myself all night, thinking of you,” Tony moans, hips twitching every time Peter’s cockhead rubs against his aching clit. “Couldn’t wait for you to take me.”

Peter groans, unable to wait anymore. His hand presses the top of his dick, angling it towards the entrance of the pussy that’s dripping for him, slipping inside in a nice, easy stretch.

“Ohh, god,” Tony gives a shuddery gasp, fingernails digging into the meat of Peter’s shoulders.

“You alright?” Peter pants, pleasure-drunk at the snug, warm grip of the omega’s body.

“Yeah… yeah, you feel perfect, ohh-” Tony’s back arches when Peter’s fingers plays with his slippery clit while rolling his hips, stroking his cock against Tony’s sensitive insides.

Peter feels Tony get even wetter, walls rippling around his cock, the omega’s first orgasm of the day. “Beautiful,” Peter marvels. “Feeling good?” He kisses Tony through it, never stopping the movements of his hips, giving the omega a nice pressure to convulse on.

Tony hums in affirmative, eyes closed in bliss. “Want more. Want your knot.”

Peter slips out until only the tip remains inside, the slams back in, punching a deep groan out of the omega. He sets up a thrusting pace, losing himself to the luscious friction of Tony’s wet, tight pussy. He kisses and touches Tony all over as he fucks him, drunk on his taste, his scent. It’s not long before he feels the orgasm forming low in his stomach. He angles his pelvis, hitting a spot that makes Tony gasp and moan.

“Come for me again and I’ll give you my knot, omega,” Peter promises.

“Fuck me there harder and I will,” Tony pants, hands low on Peter’s ass to encourage his thrusts.

Peter picks up the pace, pounding away, giving the omega what he wants. He kisses and swallows Tony’s breathy moans, each thrust hitting exactly where he’s sensitive and achy. Tony’s back bows up as he climaxes hard. The clench around Peter’s cock is so good that he knots on the next thrust, locking them together. Peter groans long and low as he cums, spilling over and over as Tony’s pussy massages him in the wake of his orgasm.

They take a little nap and Peter wakes up to find he’s slipped out of Tony’s pussy, but now he’s got the omega’s mouth around his cock, licking and sucking it into hardness. Before he knows it, Tony is straddling him, guiding his cock into the pussy that’s still slick with his spend.

Tony rides him in a languid pace, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, moaning so beautifully, bouncing and rolling his hips, using Peter’s alpha cock like dildo.

Peter runs his hands up and down Tony’s toned thighs, feeling the muscles work beneath his touch. He watches Tony ride him, mesmerized, The omega looks so stunning, naked, skin dewy with sweat, flushed slightly pink from his heat, lust writ all over his face. Peter can’t believe he gets to have this, to give pleasure to the most gorgeous omega in the world, to share such an intimate part of his life.

Peter feels his knot start to swell again. He grabs Tony’s hips, pulling him down with every upward thrust until his knot pops past the entrance and they’re tied together once more, Peter spilling another load into that spasming grip.

They fuck on and off all day as Tony’s heat grows more intense. Peter manages to get him to eat and makes sure he takes in the required amount of hydration. Tony seemed surprised that Peter brought provisions for him. It turns out Tony already has a mini-fridge full of everything he needs for his heat and Peter feels a little sheepish about his sad offerings compared to Tony’s supply of expensive protein bars, supplements, and fresh organic berries.

Tony insists on having Peter’s sandwiches though, kissing him on the cheek, commenting on what a good alpha he has. He’s probably just teasing but Peter still preens at being called a ‘good alpha’, especially when Tony finishes all the sandwiches with gusto and lets Peter hand-feed him some blueberries.

--

Tony starts writhing and begging for his alpha later that evening, and Peter lays him out, the omega’s back to his chest, and touches him all over. He surrounds Tony with his alpha scent, arms around him, one hand rubbing his clit while the other plays with his pussy. He fondles and fingers Tony into several shuddering orgasms that way as he whispers sweet nothings into his ear. And once Tony is nice and relaxed, Peter angles his cock and spears it inside, rocking slowly, knotting him through a leisurely, prolonged orgasm.

Peter’s cock hardly ever left Tony’s pussy all through the night, always hard and ready to use whenever Tony wakes in the middle of the night, wet and horny. Peter’s never had so much sex in such a short amount of time, but there’s something about Tony’s insatiable lust, the way his alluring vanilla-iris scent sinks into his veins. It lights almost like a rut in him, gives him the fire and energy to fulfil his omega’s needs.

--

The next day, when Peter is in the kitchen making breakfast, Tony finds the energy to join him downstairs, wearing the t-shirt Peter came in wearing the previous day and a pair of lacy panties. The shirt is a little tight on him, stretching obscenely across his chest, pink nipples clearly imprinted against the thin fabric, and the hems barely skim past his belly button.

Peter stares, forgetting the stack of pancakes he was arranging on two plates.

Tony saunters over with a casual “good morning, alpha”, then runs his index finger through the maple syrup on the pancakes, then licking the stickiness off, playful eyes on Peter the whole time.

Tony ends up bent and pounded over the kitchen counter. Peter, discovering the crotchless nature of the omega’s panties, keeps them on as he enters him in a smooth glide. Their moans and grunts and the sound of their skin slapping echo through the vast kitchen. At some point Peter hauls Tony up and carries him bodily to the living room sofa so he can knot him somewhere more comfortable.

They cool off with a naked dip in the pool later that afternoon, the place where they first met. They splash and laugh and wrestle each other in the water between kisses until Peter lifts Tony up by the hips to settle him on the edge of the pool. Then Peter buries his face between the omega’s thighs, licking and sucking the pool water off his pussy until all he can taste is that sweet slick. Tony arches his back and moans under the setting California sun, fingers digging into Peter’s wet hair before cumming all over the alpha’s face.

That night they lie in bed side by side facing each other, holding hands, talking about nothing and everything. They kiss, legs tangled, and explore each other’s bodies in reverent touches unhurried by the frantic urgencies of heat. Then as Peter fucks his tired omega to sleep, he thinks about what a lucky alpha he is.

--

Peter wakes up warm and comfortable and surrounded by what is now his favourite scent in the world, his omega satiated and asleep on his chest. He kisses the top of Tony’s head, buries his face in his hair, breathing in deep.

Tony gives a sleepy grunt, the arm draped around Peter’s stomach squeezing tighter.

It’s such a perfect way to start the morning that Peter almost forgets that the weekend is over and he needs to get back to the real world.

“Shit, it’s Monday,” Peter sighs, placing his forearm over his eyes.

“No, it’s not,” Tony mumbles, burying his nose in the crook of Peter’s neck. “It’s fuck-Tony-all-day day. I’m still in heat.”

“No you’re not. And besides, I don’t have any heat leave days. There’s gonna be an evaluation meeting about Friday’s charity event. Not to mention the appraisal on the drone project that’s been put off since-”

“Hmm, no,” Tony declares decisively. He leans up and reaches over Peter’s body to get to his phone on the nightstand, making a quick call. "Hey, Pep,” he greets once his CEO answers. “You got another boy-toy in there to boss around, right? I'm keeping this one for the rest of the week. Don't call him if you need me. And give the man some heat leave. What are you, a tyrant?” Tony hangs up before Pepper can say anything more, and he tosses the phone somewhere on the carpets. Peter gapes for a few moments, then laughs as his outlandish omega tugs him back in a claiming kiss.

--

@starkerfestivals

also big thanks to @khalixascorner for helping me with the smut part of this fic. i wouldn't have been able to finish this without you!

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i am so sorry this is so delayed, but here’s my fanfic asks for you - prepare yourself, my friend! ^•^

16 - 18 - 32 - 38 - 46 - 53 - 70 - 80

*80: what are some of your least favorite ships to read AND write?

16. Do you write by hand, on phone or on laptop?

I do the bulk of my writing on my laptop, but lately I've been writing more and more on my phone because I often find myself with spare time while I'm out and about. I do write by hand sometimes, but honestly, I find my phone more convenient now that I've mastered the art of phone writing, lol.

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of your required the most research?

I do not enjoy research, lol. But it's an important part of writing, so I do it when I need to. I think the fic that required the most research was Lights in the Sky - I had to do a lot of research for trauma (emotional and physical), different types of wounds, and I had to contact Spanish friends for some help with my Spanish for Vega, and I had to ask my Russian friends to do some transliteration for Rennah's Russian lines. I think Sweet Little Lies is a close second - I had to do a ton of research for that fic too.

32. Do you take fic requests? Why/why not?

Not really, though I hesitate to say definitely no because I never know when an idea will grab me. I'm always open to drabble requests and love when people send those in, but full fics? Not reaaaally.

I used to take full fic requests, and I had some bad experiences with people acting like they owned my work or getting very obsessive with me and my fics. Mind you, I also have had some great experiences. I'm writing Distance because of a fic request, and the lovely person who requested that fic has been nothing short of friendly even though the fic has become much more than intended!

38. What is your most self indulgent posted story?

Lol, this one is easy. My Mass Effect Andromeda x Harlequin Mills and Boon style romance fic 'The Charlatan's Seduction Plan'. This was a labor of love because I genuinely love trashy romances, and my great friend Kit did the art for it. It was so much fun to write, but totally self indulgent!

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life what would it be?

Probably mirror-verse fics where a good wholesome character becomes evil and obsessive. Like my Subject Zero Kaidan fic 'Through A Mirror Darkly'. I like when a good guy goes bad and gets obsessive.

53. What is the most used tag on yoru AO3?

'Romance' - which shocks me. I thought it would be 'shameless smut' XD

70. Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

I'm subscribed to 15 or so writers - not as many as I should be, but I have a bad habit of following fics instead of authors. Though if you post a fic or chapter and I review rather quickly, it's probably because I follow you!

80. What are some of my least favourite ships to read and write?

Honestly, and this is not hateful at all because I love that some of my best friends are passionate about their ships and characters, but my least favourite is anything with a male Shepard or male Pathfinder Ryder, no matter what the pairing. I just don't especially gel with a male Shepard. I guess because there is such an overwhelming lack of female representation in media I gravitate towards strong female characters in fics.

If we're talking specific ships which I struggle to write or read, I suppose my top 3 are probably Ash x Kaidan, Male Shep x Miranda, or fRyder x Jaal.

Having said that, I can usually read anything if people ask me to - and sometimes I love fics which I never expected to. So I'm always open to everything.

Thanks for the ask - sorry this was so long!