#but then. but THEN. the email confirmation of my booking came in and i was like ‘oh god no’

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I love finding out my past self did something really nice for me that I forgot about

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redlightdesign

fem!reader x hyunjin 

synopsis: you get tattooed by your favorite tattoo artist. 

warnings: !!!🔞!!! tattooartist!hyunjin, tattooing, needles, pain, oral (f!rec), use of teeth, overstim, multiple orgasms (f!rec), squirting, fingering, pussydrunkvibes, subspace kinda, prob forgot some sorry 

wc: 5.2k

an: I want a new tattoo </3 feedback appreciated! [m.list] not proof read sorry ;-;

You didn’t think you would ever get a consolation let alone an appointment with redlightdesign. For over three years you have been submitting a request anytime their books were open. You set timers for when the form dropped to make sure you were one of the first to be seen but everyone was doing the exact same thing. 

redlightdesign would make an announcement that the submissions were closed an hour later saying they were booked solid for the next three months. The process repeats itself and every time you pray you get a response. 

Thirteen forms later and you finally got an answer. Your dream tattoo will be underway in a matter of weeks. You made sure to keep the perfect space open for the piece. Not a single artist is the right fit to do your idea justice the way Redlightdesign could. 

Before you read the email you didn’t even think you would ever be picked, your thigh would just always be bare for the possibility that never would come to fruition. But sitting in a coffee shop on a Sunday morning avoiding finishing your homework for Monday's class you jump on the opportunity to check your phone when it dings. Post notifications for redlightdesign on since you started following them. Every time they announced open books or a dropped appointment you jumped to put yourself up for the running. You remember the magazine article Redlightdsign had been featured in that started your obsession. The anonymous tattoo artist is based in Seattle and New York, traveling across the states to get a wider audience. Not that they needed the help, they were globally known, with people submitting forms all around the world, purchasing plane tickets after they confirmed an appointment. 

It was stiff competition and the anonymity of the artist was sacred to each client. There was barely any information about Redlightdesign on the internet besides the finished product, and the address to their studios was only given out just before your appointment. Once the details of the New York studio had been doxxed online and redlightdesign had stopped working for a year, packing up and shutting down in well deserved retaliation. When they came back to their socials they made it clear the next time they wouldn't stop for a year but quit entirely. No one shared any information after, only stating that Redlightdesign was one of the nicest people they have ever been tattooed by and a photo of the beautiful work after. 

But there sipping on an almost empty drink avoiding work that needed to be done you felt your pulse race just like every other time you've submitted a form. Only this time your stomach bottomed out seeing the email that popped up in your inbox a few minutes later. 

h.rldesign/gmail.com Hi, I love your idea and sketches. I think this would transfer perfectly in my style. If we are to do the piece on the thigh at the size you want I think it's best we split the work into two appointments. My open slots for this would be January 9th and 10th. Let me know if these dates work for you and then I can get started on designing and cleaning up your idea. -redlightdesign 

even just knowing their email address was shocking enough, seeing a response could have sent you into a coma. If Redlightdesign needed you on the 9th and 10th you would do everything in your power to be right at their door. You didn't care if you had to call in sick, you would put on the most convincing fake cough known to man; you would sell out stadiums with the performance if need be. 

You couldn't type a response fast enough, needing to send in a confirmation just to know it was solidified. Within seconds you got a link for a deposit to hold the dates and a promise that Redlightdesign would be working on your piece asap. You were too excited to even think about your work anymore, sitting in the coffee shop staring down at your phone in disbelief. 

It was only a few days later when the first drafts of the tattoo you would be getting were sent over for you to approve. You could tell the work had been drawn in a sketchbook and scanned to send in an email, the charcoal lines and highlights showing the detailed work. It was everything you could have hoped for, redlightdesign taking the amateur rendering of your idea and turning it into the masterpiece sitting in your inbox. They promised to have perfected versions ready when you arrived early on the ninth, reminding you that they would transfer it into the stencil and use a pen to finish drawing the finishing touches to make sure it flowed with your body just right. Make sure to eat before the appointment and don't wear any lotions on the tattoo area. Take care to remember we can take as many breaks as you want you have the day booked up with me so no need to rush through just to get it over with. 

You made sure to dress appropriately. A pair of shorts you didn’t mind getting ink on in case any decided to ruin them. It was cold the morning of the ninth, a drizzle setting in as you made your way towards the address you had been sent before you had woken up. Even just seeing the street name and knowing this whole time you’ve been a fifteen-minute walk away from Redlights studio was bizarre. How many times have you driven by the building without ever knowing? 

The email with the address had said the door would be open and to take the stairs up to the loft. The separate space on the ground level was a bakery, the sign flipped to closed. But as you felt the first droplets of rain you pulled on the handle for the door only for it to not budge. You check the address again to make sure it is right, you can see the windows to the studio above but the curtains are pulled shut. You were running over the email you could send to redlightdesign, reading it over once more when someone reached past you making you jump. “holy shit you almost gave me a heart attack,” you breathe your phone pressed to your chest. 

The soft laugh of the person beside you is muffled behind the black medical mask they wear, long dark hair hanging on their brow leaving only smiling eyes glancing over you. “I'm sorry I was running late and didn't make it in time to beat you here,” they push their key into the lock twisting until it clicks, painted nails wrapping around the handle to hold the door open for you. 

You give a weak thanks stepping into the little hallway leading to the stairs waiting for them to step in and follow. 

You're trying hard not to make it seem like you're staring at them but it's almost impossible not to. Right in front of you is the person whose identity has been hidden from the public for years. You've tried to imagine what redlightdesign looked like since you read that magazine article. Now with the early morning mist still stuck to their hair you were seconds away from knowing exactly what they were like. Watching how their long fingers flipped over the keys looking for the one to unlock the loft door, how they used their shoulder to push open the door turning back to give you smiling eyes, waving you in. 

They moved around to pull open the long cream-colored curtains, the gray light pouring in revealing the space. The walls have tacked up charcoal drawings, painted landscapes, and oil pastel flowers. A worn brown leather couch pushed to one side, heavy white blanket pushed back like someone had taken a nap there against the throw pillows. Tattoo bed next to rows of inks and past designs. On another wall a cluster of polaroids, stepping closer you can see its every tattoo that redlightdesign has done here. You're excited to see ones they haven't posted on their socials, so distracted you don't hear a closet door opening and the wheeling of a cart behind you. “I wanted to be set up so we could get started right away but,” when you turn you see them shrug. The view outside of the waterfront off in the distance matches some of the paintings done during different times of the day. 

“It's okay I can wait, we're booked all day right?” 

“yes that's right,” they go through their bag pulling out a large sketchbook, “here take a seat and we can go over some of these together,” 

they sink into the couch pushing back the blanket to make room for you to follow. Your thighs touching before they hand over the sketchbook. You're amazed by the craftsmanship, and the detail put into each variety of the tattoo idea you have given them. No other artist has given you so many possibilities, maybe one of two but a whole spread dedicated to small details was never on the table. redlightdesign had taken time working through this with passion. “Wow,” you breathe not knowing where to look first. 

“do you like it? It's a big thing, a tattoo of this size, and I wanted to make sure it really had all the elements you wanted in it while also not being too chaotic and messy. You see this one has less shading and seems more open but this one is heavy-handed if you're into that kinda style. I see you have other work done on your arms and if you want to go that way style-wise I think this one would be perfect,” they point at the one you've been focused on knowing that it was exactly what you wanted. 

“It's amazing, they all are, I'm so impressed redli-“

“Hyunjin, you can call me Hyunjin,” they chuckle, “I should have introduced myself earlier but I was late and it slipped my mind I'm sorry,” 

“no, it's okay thank you hyunjin,” you try the name in your mouth, “I think this is exactly what I want, better than what I could have imagined,” 

“great I'm happy to impress let me get this printed in a stencil and we can add anything else after we find the right placement,” you watch as they stand moving to the corner with a desk, you can't see their face but know they've taken their mask off as they turn on the printer. “Do you live around here or was it a commute?” 

“oh I live right up the street, I was surprised to see how close it was to my place actually,” you say over the sound of the scanner. 

“that's good, sometimes I have people coming from all over it's fun to finally have a local visit,” 

“I would have come out to New York if that's where you would have been,” you admit. 

“I haven't been out there in a while, they are doing construction on the street the studio is on so I've been located here for a while now,” he states pulling out the stencil sheet. “I did a few different sizes to start with,” 

he turns around and you're shocked at how beautiful Hyunjin is. In all the time you've thought about redlightdesign never did it cross your mind to account for prettiness but if you did your scale would be broken. You're still seated when he comes over and kneels in front of you. 

“Can I?” he asks looking up at you, your hands in your lap covering your thighs.

“oh yeah sure,” you're flustered lifting your hands away. 

“left or right?” he asks, holding two of the stencils over each leg. 

“right,” your hands sinking into the couch as Hyunjin wipes his thumb over your bare thigh. He shows you the three different sizes and you decide on one before he asks you to stand in front of the mirror so he can place the stencil on. 

“Here,” he mutters, being gentle to get the placement right in the first go. “We can always print more if you don't like it here,” he blows cool air over the purple lines traced on to make sure it's dry enough for you to move. He slides his hand behind the pit of your knee tugging your leg. You reach out to steady yourself with his shoulders, the backs of your hands feeling the tickle of his long hair hanging past his ears. He lifts your leg enough so that your foot is resting on his thigh, his hands slipping over your skin checking it looks good. 

You love the way he's found the perfect spot on your thigh so that it flows with your body, “I think you got it first try,” 

“Look in the mirror first just to make sure,” he lets you go, pulling himself to stand behind you so that you can see yourself. 

“yes it's perfect,” and he nods, grabbing a purple pen. 

“finishing touches then,” he gets back down in front of you lifting your foot back to his knee so that he can steady you. The marker is cold on your skin as he draws, adding lines and shading in spots to make the work blend better. When he blows on the wet lines of ink you shiver especially when he draws on your inner thigh, your skin so sensitive you swear you could imagine his fingers tracing shapes instead of the pen. “Perfect,” he states, giving your knee a tap letting you know he's done. “Let me set up and if you need the bathroom before we start I'd go now. I have water and a kettle for coffee over under the desk, and we can stop for lunch around let's say twelve or one-ish?” 

You nod, taking your seat on the tattoo bed. He's set it up so that you're slightly leaned back but still sitting up. You watch him pull on black gloves and get all of the inks and needles ready, following a system you've seen done before. He clicks on a stereo the soft song playing in the background just loud enough for us to talk if we wanted to or just to listen. you adjust in your seat when you hear the sound of the tattoo gun whirring, hyunjins free hand stretching your skin in preparation, “The hard part will be around the knee so let's get that area out of the way,” 

you nod watching as he starts, the familiar burn of the needle digging in but not too painfully. He was right that it was worse than some of your other tattoos but not unbearable. What distracts you is how concentrated he looks leaning over your leg, hair pushed back behind his ears but one strand hangs across his forehead, the corner of his lip between his teeth. 

He starts to ask you small questions about yourself, the conversation leading to learning about him and how he got into tattooing. He talks about his art and the little things he likes. Both of you are so invested in one another that you don't even notice how far you've come in the day, lunch already rolling around before you know it. He's gotten through more than half the outline when he starts the loose wrap to keep it clean while you go out for lunch. The bakery is just downstairs offering lunch deals you can't refuse and when you get back upstairs both of you sit on the couch and continue your conversation. Giggling over nothing much but being comfortable in each other's company more than what you could have asked for. 

redlightdesign could have been a total dick but you were blessed enough to get someone so genuinely kind and talented. And when you got back in the chair to finish the day's session you were sad to know that tomorrow would be the last time you saw Hyunjin unless you somehow got another appointment. The idea in it of itself was making you dread leaving. 

“Could you tie my hair up?” he asks lifting his wrist up to you, a hair band waiting for you to take off. You lean over taking the tie from him and running your fingers through the dark strands. He hums as you brush the hair from his face gathering it all to tie into a ponytail. “thank you,” he nods letting the end bob up and down, a sweet smile teasing his lips before he goes back to the linework. 

When he finally declares you done for the day you sigh, his thumb smoothing over the ends of the tape he's put to hold the wrap he put over your thigh. His finger slips across your inner thigh making you jolt harder than when the needle was to your skin. “sensitive?” he asks and you nod, not wanting to think too much into it. You were definitely sensitive but not from the pain, watching his long fingers work over your skin didn't put the cleanest image in your head. 

He starts to break down his workstation, cleaning up and wiping everything to disinfect. While you put on your coat he asks, “Do you want to get dinner?” you turn to make sure he is not on the phone but he is in fact asking you, “I know this great spot a block over it's not that far a walk if you're up for it?” 

“Sure,” you nod and he rubs the back of his neck. 

“You know if you're not busy or anything I don't usually ask clients out for dinner but we were having a good chat and you know if you don't want to,” he drags on his ears pink, it was cute to watch him flustered. 

“I'd love to go to dinner with you hyunjin,” you smile following him out. 

You share an umbrella as you make your way to the small cafe-style restaurant, outdoor seating covered with a canopy so you won't get hit by any rain. Sitting across from one another, Hyunjin asks to see your other tattoos. You lay one arm down on the table, hyunjins fingertips ghosting over your skin as he traces the lines of all your other work. “I think I've seen this one before, did you get it from Felix? Or what's his username…”

“youg.ink?” you nod, “I actually got it because I saw you mentioned them before and it introduced me to their work. instantly fell in love with this when he offered it up,” 

hyunjins not even paying attention to the tattoos anymore as he lets his fingers glide over your smooth skin. Most times after a client was done for the day in his chair he walked them to the door, waved goodbye, and worked in the studio on the next person's design. Most times he had people who he didn't mind not seeing again but you and your laugh, your gentle conversation, made him want to break his own rules for once. He walks you home after dinner and promises to see you tomorrow at the same time. 

When you show up for your second session you're double fisting two iced coffees; the door is already unlocked as you make your way up the stairs. Hyunjin is sitting at the desk with headphones on sketching away before he sees the movement in the corner of his eye. He gives you a big smile, all teeth and is so cute. He tugs his headphones off letting them hang around his neck, “you got me a coffee?” 

“Maybe or maybe I have a caffeine addiction,” you joke, handing over his cup. You look over to see what he's working on and he leans back to give you a better view. 

“The next client wants their back done, it will be spaced out over the next four months. first sessions tomorrow,” 

“I wouldn't even know where to start on something that big,” 

“the same way I started yours,” he looks down at your legs, the wrap still in place only today you're wearing a skirt instead of shorts. The only other clothing item you felt would give him space to work today. Hyunjin looks back to his sketchbook, shutting it and standing. “let's get you up on the chair and get started,” 

you follow his instructions, sinking back into the chair and letting your skirt bunch between your legs to expose your thigh. Hyunjin starts to set up his station, pulling on his gloves after flipping to the sketch of your design to have to glance at while he works. “might hurt today with all the shading if you need any breaks let me know we can go as slow as you need,” he peels away the tape before cleaning your leg with a towel and watered down soap. “It already looks good,” he nods, pressing around the tattoo. 

“I think I can handle it,” 

“Okay, we can work the bottom to the top again today, get the area closest to the knee and get the most painful bit first,” 

and you think you can handle it and you can for the most part but the dragging of the needle over the still red outline from yesterday is painful today. Your hand bunching in your skirt as you remind yourself to breathe. You let your head roll back in the chair not able to watch anymore, focusing on the music playing, the dull hum of the tattoo gun usually comforting you but now a reminder that you're here for a while. 

hyunjin is trying to concentrate, he's great at what he does, but what's testing him is how you're flashing your panties at him. he was going to say something, bring up a conversation about anything but when he looked up, a simple glance he was face to face with the dark grey fabric, the outline of you silencing him. You didn't even notice, your neck exposed as your free hand not holding your skirt gripped the armrest. 

Tattooing people made nudity and almost nudity normal. It was why Hyunjin preferred his private studio so that he could make people feel comfortable, it was better than having someone who wanted a hip tattoo strip in a shop where anyone could watch. But with you sitting in front of him he forgot that he shouldn't look so close. Because instead of ignoring the view he was imagining ways that he could make your pain more bearable. Imagining how if he reached over and brushed where he knew your clit would be waiting you wouldn't be moaning in pain. 

It's not until lunch that your skirt is let go but it's done the work of keeping Hyunjin hard for the entirety of the progress he's made toward the tattoo. When he sprays the tattoo down with the soapy water beads roll back up your leg because of the way the chairs are angled. The cold water feels great against your hot skin and Hyunjin apologizes for the mess passing you a paper towel to wipe any that got too far. You slightly lift your leg to wipe your inner thighs, the movement flashing Hyunjin again only this time the droplets of water had dampened your panties. The gray fabric was dark where he had been fantasizing they would be. 

He doesn't even want to think about standing from his stool knowing that the second he does he will have to adjust himself only drawing attention to the fact he is very hard. He tries to make a list of things in his head as he wraps your thigh. To think about how it's almost over, that you will be gone in the next hour or two but that only makes it worse. You would be gone when he was this needy? He wanted to make an excuse to have you come back for another session. But it was quite obvious he would be dragging out the appointment when he only needed to do a small section when the two of you were done with lunch. He could have waited and finished, pushed your lunch back, and waved goodbye but no. 

He swiveled his chair away from you, taking a sip from his almost empty cup of coffee as you slid down the bed to stand. Hyunjin takes a breath and prays you don't notice but it's the first thing you see when he turns, the strained outline not very well hidden. You pretend to look out the window, feeling your cheeks get hot. All you can think about is if it was your noises that did it, all the whimpering wasn't usually how you handled tattoos but this one was the biggest piece you've gotten, and didn't know two sessions would make your usually composed self break so easily. it would explain the silence compared to yesterday. So you toy with the idea, how far would he go if you made yourself available? 

You grabbed lunch together, hyunjin putting a pillow over his lap to steady his plate of food but both of you knew that wasn't the real reason. And when you were back in the chair you intentionally let your skirt roll up this time. It doesn't help that he's now working on the part of the tattoo closest to your center, how he wraps his hand around your thigh, pushing your legs further apart to reach a spot on your inner thigh. Gloved fingers brushing over your panties for the smallest second, your hips sinking into the seat to keep yourself from moving. Hyunjin noticed but needed to get through the rest of the tattoo, if he stopped now he wouldn't know when he would start again. Your lip between your teeth he watched as you tried to close your legs again to block your exposed panties, now wet with your slick and nothing else. He could see the spot and almost ripped his gloves off as soon as he finished his work. But now he was teasing you. Cleaning the tattoo down and wiping it down. He doesn't even bother with the normal photos he would take right away instead putting on the second skin to protect the tattoo. As he smooths the thin film over your inner thigh he lets his fingers slip up brushing against your center to see your reaction. 

Your head rolls to your shoulder watching him through your lashes as he takes off his gloves and tosses them on the cart. He lifts the armrest on the tattoo chair before reaching behind your knees to pull you to the edge of the seat so your legs are dangling off the side. “how is it someone can make the prettiest sounds and sit so still for me?” he leans down and plants a kiss on your tattooless thigh, “because all I could think about was how I wanted to see your legs shaking for me while you whined like that,” 

you tried to draw your knees together but he was in the way, kissing up your inner thigh, nipping at your skin with his teeth. When he reached your skirt he flipped it up with a lazy hand giving you no time before his thumb was over your clit rubbing a harsh circle over the fabric. You felt the shock run up to your stomach, your voice breathy as you whimpered his name. He followed the wet line down the front of your panties before hooking his finger along the seam to pull them back. He wanted one taste, needed one taste but knew he wouldn't stop at just one, not when you looked this edible and ready for him. 

He ravages your clit, your hands shooting to his head burying your fingers in his hair as he sucks. He's careful of your tattoo but your other thigh is fair game for him to wrap his arm around and push you open, fingers bruising with how he spreads you. His free hand prodded your entrance, circling in your wetness before slipping in knuckle deep. “Hyunjin,” you whine, your hips rocking against his lips, feeling the build up of your orgasm. He curls his fingers pressing up into you enough to make your legs jerk from the new angle. 

You're seeing spot before too long, hips stuttering as he gives a final hard suck, fingers still as you clench around them. You're moaning so loud you're sure someone will hear but you don't even care. Hyunjin doesn't stop the flick of his tongue against your clit making you cry out, “I said I wanted to see them shake,” devilish smile covered in your slick before he latches on to your clit again. Fingers pumping in and out of you before he presses deeper into you. You can feel tears at the corners of your eyes, and when he pulls away slightly to let his teeth brush your clit you're done for, legs trembling as you cum. He is persistent and you have to tug his head away, a slight smile stuck on his wet lips as he watches your body shake from the overstimulation. “once more?” 

“I can't- I can't do it,” you shake your head but he drags his fingers out slowly before inching them back in, your hips jumping. 

“I know you can, you've been doing so good for me already, one more time won't hurt,” he hums, dipping his nose down to brush over your nub. Jolting at the feeling he turns his head to kiss your inner thigh, slowly building up speed with his fingers, “can't you do just one more?” it's the way he asks so softly, the heavy gaze under heavier eyelids that makes you nod. 

You're so sensitive that one lick has you shaking, your orgasm feeling so far and yet so close all at once. His tongue laps through your folds circling your clit. Hyunjin is obsessed with the taste of you, completely under the spell of your pussy and how it responds to his touch. He could go all night eating you out, watching as you fell apart again and again before him. Your cries are getting louder and before you know it your back is arching into him almost coming off the seat, your orgasm so intense you don't expect the clear fluid to squirt out of you until it has. 

You're breathing so labored you place a hand over your chest to try and calm yourself. hyunjins pleased grin is the only thing you see before he pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in his mouth to clean them. Every once in a while your legs jerk from an aftershock, the delight in his eyes worth how tired you feel. Your thighs are sticking to the leather seat under you as Hyunjin pulls your underwear back into place leaning down to leave a ghost of a kiss over your clothed clit. “next time I want you to cry this pretty for my cock okay?”

[chocum]

yea tattoo artist choso but .. what abt tattoo artist geto

congrats on 1k btw!

eee thank youuuu 🙈🙈 i’m souuurrr happy you requested geto bc i’ve been wanting to write abt other characters. AND THISS got out of hand lollll ( 1.5k ) idk what came over me i just word vomited all over my phone… & it’s unedited

— tattooartist!geto x reader // mentions of smoking, m masterbation, fleshlight, cum eating, kinda pervy geto idk he tells reader to take her shirt off when she doesn’t need to so, nipple play, v in p, mentions of overstim, creampiee

suguru geto is one of the most, if not the most popular tattoo artists in your area— hell, probably even farther than that. just to book an appointment, there’s a waitlist not including the months and months he’s already booked for. so when you finally get that confirmation email after waiting for what felt like years, you physically jump up, rushing to get ready and go to the parlor

“i don’t have anyone today under that name, sorry”

suguru pushes a strand of silk black hair behind his pierced ears, the dragon tattoo on his hand moving as he does so almost like it’s taunting you.

“what? i got an email today i just-” your hand reaches into your purse slacked over your shoulder to pull out your phone and prove your appointment was today, but when you go back to check, heat spreads across your cheeks faster than ever.

the date said next month

“ya had the right day i’ll give you that” and he’s laughing. not at you but because you’re cute, he thinks. pouting, growing hot from embarrassment. “i’ll tell you what..”

he leans in and you can smell the smoke that lingers on his breath mixing like some sort of love potion with his musky cologne, his pierced eyebrow quirking, browned eyes staring into yours with puffy lips wet from licking, “i can squeeze you in tomorrow. was supposed to have an off day but ill help a pretty girl like you out, how’s that sound?”

and you’ve never nodded faster. smile pulling at your glossed lips, drawing his to get trapped underneath his teeth.

“here i’ll give you my number, i’ll text you the time ‘n stuff later”

with that, you leave his parlor, your number scribbled on the back of some old receipt next to your name and a heart.

geto’s no better than a man. no better. he goes home that night and texts you as soon as he’s tucked into bed.

hey this is suguru btw.

your phone vibrates on your nightstand, and you smile at the notification. it almost felt unreal, someone who felt so unreachable, someone like geto in your phone, texting you first.

hey!

he catches himself smiling at the message too, his mind trailing back to seeing your pretty face when you walked into the parlor. the way you looked around doe-eyed like a little deer in headlights. looked innocent, and he liked that. maybe a little too much, his dick twitching against the fabric of his boxers.

he only talked to you for a few minutes. barely even held a conversation, but god did you look good. can’t blame him for getting like this.

what time is good for you? like i said, im supposed to be off but had no plans so any time is fine.

your thumbs dance across your keyboard as you think of what to say in response. you’re nervous. and if you knew he was jerking his cock, you’d be even more. his hand slowly .. very slowly rubbing his leaky tip, his head full, overflowing and bubbling with thoughts of you. what are you doing right now? are you in bed too? squeezing his warm balls, cupping them, teasing himself, imagining it’s your sweet little hands.

is 6 pm okay?

the little buzz drags him from his thoughts.

yea. see you then, pretty.

the simple little pet name makes you feel like you’re going to explode. so warm all over your body, and you wish you could just time travel to the next day and see him already.

geto brings the palm of his large hand to his face, lolling his tongue out to lick long stripes on it, shivering at the feeling of his own piercing before wrapping around the base of his thick cock, stroking himself only two times. this won’t do.

he reached for the pocket pussy he keeps nested deep in his drawer. leaning over to let spit fall and dribble into the clear toy before rubbing it on his tip.

groaning, “shiiiiittt” his hips bucking up as he slowly lets it sink down— body twitching at the feeling of all the little bumps and ridges massaging his sensitive cock.

“fu- fuck juuuust like that, mhhhm”

imagining he’s inside your tight little walls, squishing him like he’s meant for you, snug and tight like a puzzle piece.

his chest heaved with every snap of his wrist, spit sinking out and ringing out the base of his cock leaking down to his heavy balls, “feel so fucking good baby”

so fast he’s already shooting into the toy, whining because it’s not you. wishing it was you, your warm walls probably feel so much better. probably sound so cute taking him from behind or from the front, your eyes locked onto his.

he came so much it’s leaking all over himself. so messy and dirty and he brings the toy up and licks it all out, shoving his tongue inside the rubbery walls to flick and clean it up.

“shit”

the next day came too slowly. to you but especially to suguru. he went to the parlor an hour earlier to open and tidy up, pulling his raven locs into a ponytail, letting a few stray strands fall and frame his face, counting each and every second.

and then he hears it. the little ding as the door opens, you push it open smiling up at him as you walk through and you look even better than he remembered. and he’s trying so hard to keep his composure.

he nods at you, giving you a small smile, “so what did you want to get, and where?”

at your reply he freezes, his hands almost crumbling up the paperwork he reached for you to fill out — “my chest”

“your chest?”

he parrots you. then he repeats it in his head a few more times. picturing you pull your little top up.

he can tell you’re not wearing a bra with how your nipples perk up and poke through the flimsy, almost see-through fabric.

you nod your head, mhm sounding and bubbling past your lips.

god, you’re going to be the death of him.

after you finish with all the paperwork, he pulls you into the back making small talk asking about your day. and you indulge, asking back, finding comfort in the normality of your conversation. he’s different from what people painted him out to be and you felt relaxed in his presence.

even more when he offers you a seat, cleaning it off before slipping on some black gloves. his hands almost bulge out, his knuckles poking through the latex.

“can i see the design?”

you pull up the picture on your phone and he hums, “and you said your chest, right?”

again he repeats it, almost as if it’s a mantra he’s using to calm his nerves. calm his dick.

you just nod, “do i need to take my shirt off?”

and well no you don’t, not yet at least, but he says yes, reaching forward to do it for you because he’s just so sweet, right? so nice and caring, and welcoming.

and he only wraps his lips around your tits to soothe you, right? sucking, letting his teeth sink into the buds, the silver ball tracing over them. his other glove-clad hand cupping them.

sinks his cock into you just cause he wants to take care of you, right? he could tell you wanted it soo bad. your thighs pressing together so tightly when he pressed his lips against your chest with a soft, “suguru please”

“mhm let me take care of you, pretty girl, spread em, hold yourself open f’me— uh huh, juuust like that.”

your little arms shake and tremble, hooking around the back of your knees as he pushes into your tight cunt. and fuck, he was right. feels so much better than his toy.

“fuuuckk found your spot, baby, ‘s right there? yeah feel good right there?” he rolls his hips up, brushing against that spot, his thick tip kissing it, making your body twitch.

“yes— fuck yes feels so good”

right about you sounding so fucking good too— his cock twitching inside the solitude of your pretty slimy walls. shivering at how you suck and milk him so well, so tight and warm. so fucking warm. feels so good he’s already close, but he wants to keep making you feel good, keep hearing you, and if he was to fuck his cum into you, overstimulating his needy cock to do that, then so be it.

“inside” you whine out at how he twitches, his stokes sputtering and faltering as he languidly pushing into your sopping pussy, leaking all over him, so wet.

“ohh — fuck ohfuck” and it pushes him over the edge, bottoming out to overfill you, make you nice and creamy ‘cause you deserve it. deserve it for being so good, making him feel so good.

letting his head fall onto your shoulder sweat sprinkling his forehead as he empties himself for you. for your pretty pussy, all for you.

[binsito]

service

pairing: kim seungmin x fem reader

synopsis: busy seungmin hires a cleaning lady to spiff up his home only to accidentally hire a topless maid ♡

word count: 2.5k

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, swearing, oral sex (f & m receiving), usage of the word "mister" in a sexual setting, "good girl" is used once, slight body cumshot, slight power play ??

note - seungmin as a business man is very sexy to me.. i hope i articulated this story well bc imagining it in my brain was very 😵‍💫

seungmin was a very busy man.

his career often had him working long, stressful hours. his success came with the sacrifice of his social life and maybe a couple of metaphorical gray hairs due to the constant goals he needed to reach for his company.

he was proud of his work, no matter how tedious his job may be. sure, he barely had time to himself but his mother had always advised him to become a hardworking, professional man and of course he listened. at such a young age, he found himself quickly getting promoted and making enough to live comfortably, he couldn’t complain. 

he normally came home late, toeing his shoes off at the front door and sighing as he made his way to his room. tugging at his tie to fall back into his bed. his house virtually looked unlived in. it was a lovely place, marble flooring with high ceilings but the only purpose it served him was to sleep and get ready for work the next day, an unbreakable cycle. he knew he needed to take better care of his home, at least dust it off here and there, but with what time? he could barely use the bathroom for five seconds before work emails would pour in. he figured it was about time he found someone to tend to the house for him, do his laundry, maybe have some meals prepared for him. he had the means to pay for such a service so why not? having a cleaning lady wouldn’t be such a bad idea?

he needed someone fast so he scrolled online for services while he unwinded in bed. the quicker someone could show up to fix his house up, the better. 

he ended up finding an ad that piqued his interest, clicking on it to get more information. the rate they were charging was a bit high but he assumed it was probably because they included more in their cleaning packages. “fuck it.” he sighed out as he booked the soonest available date, at least his house wouldn’t keep suffering from his negligence. __ the next morning, he was getting ready for work as he got a confirmation text message. “morning, mister kim. i’ll be arriving at 10:30, we’ll keep in touch” you had messaged. he was pleased at how quickly his appointment got approved and he finished up so he could greet you when you arrived.

eventually his doorbell rang and he walked over to open it, smiling at you as he moved aside to let you in. 

“hello, mister kim” you smiled as you introduced yourself. you held your hand out for him to shake. he returned the smile and shook your hand firmly, he seemed like a gentleman and his house was lovely. 

he explained everything around the house in great detail and gave you a small tour. it was a beautiful house, very modern and sleek although you could tell he barely lived in it, it lacked the warmth of a typical well loved home. “feel free to make yourself comfortable.. i left a list on the kitchen counter of things i need you to do. thank you for coming so punctually, shoot me a text whenever.” and with that, he was gone. grabbing his briefcase as he hurried out the door to start his day. you looked over the list: sweep and mop, change his bedsheets, iron his suits and dust off his bookshelves. cute, you thought as you noticed he signed his name on the bottom right corner in elegant cursive along with the date.

you started going around the house, working diligently, humming as you carefully dusted off his bookshelves. he seemed interesting, lots of books about philosophy and music. it seemed he was well versed in piano, having lots of classical sheet music scattered about. 

your mind began to wonder.. he was handsome, was he single? he had to be seeing someone right? engaged at the very least? but the more you looked around, the more you noticed the absence of a womanly presence in his home. just one toothbrush, one towel, no makeup lingering around, no forgotten panties or heels, nothing.

you weren’t one to jump to conclusions but normally one’s bedroom held a lot of information about someone.

is that why he requested your services? you wondered..

nothing wrong with hiring a topless maid to clean your house, it was always fun for both parties. he’d be satisfied with a cute little maid doing house chores and you’d be enjoying the attention and compensation. besides, he was pretty attractive and you couldn’t wait for him to get back home that evening to see what would ensue from him seeing you with your tits out for him.

but the problem was.. seungmin had no fucking idea he had requested services from a topless maid. he was tired, half asleep and just really needed his house to be cleaned. maybe he should’ve checked thoroughly, maybe he should’ve read between the lines when the site stated that they offered “special services”.

stupid, stupid mistake. so when he comes home and unlocks the door, the last thing he expected was to see you semi nude.

his jaw almost hit the damn floor, eyes widening while you acted so nonchalant. you glanced over at him with a soft smile, washing some dishes while your pretty tits were on display for him, buds hardening from the cold air in his house. “welcome back home, mister kim” you smiled coyly “h-hi um..” his brain was short circuiting, he didn’t even know what to say or do (he would be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly turned on to be greeted in such a way). “excuse me.. im going to set my things down in my office” he said, trying not to look down at your exposed chest as he tried to also hide his painful erection. he quickly walked off and checked the website again once he was alone in his office, laughing at how dumb his mistake was. if he had read carefully he would've noticed the implications of the website. “dammit seungmin.. you are quite the idiot..” he said to himself with a chuckle. however, it was a pleasant surprise even if it was unintentional on his part. he couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a nice pair of tits. this was making him realize how badly he needed to take a vacation from work and go have some fun. maybe the lack of a relationship and intimacy was making him dizzy because he couldn’t help but think this was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him.

so he let out a sigh and straightened himself out before walking back out. you had since finished the dishes and were leisurely wiping down his countertop. “everything alright, mister kim?” you asked as you leaned over the counter, head leaning against one of your hands he nodded his head and sat at one of the bar stools “no.. everything’s fine. were you alright while i was gone?”

“mhm.. but i was excited for you to get back.. wanted you to compliment me on my job well done. did i do good mister kim? the house looks nice and tidy doesn’t it?” you giggled softly “oh yes.. looks a lot better thank you. you did a perfect job, good girl” “ah.. would you like me to take your shoes off for you? i mopped and i don’t want you to mess up my hard work..” you pouted. before he could answer, you had made yourself over to him, getting on your knees beneath him and pulling off his shoes. you could feel his gaze on you, he was a little tense and you found it absolutely amusing. you knew he was trying hard to act calm but you could see right through his demeanor. “oh mister kim.. you’re so hardworking.. i can tell.. poor thing. all work and no play..” you cooed. “want me to help with that? i know you want to touch.. just tell me mister kim..” you stated blatantly, no need to beat the bush when you could tell from the tightness of his pants that he was turned on. “a-are you sure?..” his voice was weak, he thought he sounded absolutely pathetic. “oh yes mister kim.. i’m at your service remember? i wanna play too you know? i think i deserve it for doing such a good job.. been waiting for you to get home to me allll day.. i worked extra hard for my reward..” you looked up at him through your eyelashes with a devilish smile. having sex with a client was never off the table for you, especially if you found them hot. if the situation arose and you were both down, you took the opportunity. you liked being taken care of after making their house look spotless. and lucky for seungmin, if he wanted to go further than just a little topless cleaning, you were more than willing to indulge him, he was just your type. seungmin couldn’t even recall the last time he had sex.. he had been so swamped with work that he had since forgotten about such a thing. he was normally so uptight and frustrated with work, the occasional jerking off on the weekend wasn’t even doing it for him anymore. he shyly leaned forward and cupped one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze before pinching the bud, his big hands were able to cup a decent handful and he was pleased at how warm they felt in his hand. “how can i help you mister kim?.. oh please tell me.. i’m dying to get to work..” his hands were basically trembling at the sound of your sultry voice. he could barely form a sentence, face flushed with his mouth slightly agape. this was absolutely preposterous but he was brimming with lust and want. he nervously started to undo his belt, pushing his bangs back a bit to get a better look at what he was doing.

there was nothing sexier than a man in a suit, freshly off work, a bit disheveled and tired from the work load but ready to to pull his cock out.

once his cock was visible to you, you bit your lip in anticipation. he was long, his cock leaking and an angry red, you were sure you could take care of his problem very well.

the length was making your mouth water, the idea of him being able to reach so deep inside of you making your thighs press together. “oh mister kim.. your cock looks delicious.. may i have some?” 

mouth open and willing to take him, you were so ready to taste him, hear the noises he would make. normally the shy ones were the loudest ones in your experience and you were excited to see him let go.

“go ahead.. make yourself right at home..” he says, cock twitching as he watched you inch towards his head, sucking on the tip and smiling against it “so fucking yummy..” you whispered before taking more of him, closing your eyes when his cock hit the back of your throat.

you had to use a hand to stroke the bit that didn’t quite fit, gagging on his cock as you coated him in spit. drool trickling down his shaft and collecting on his balls as you reached down to give him a tight squeeze.

“s-shit.. i-i’ll cum if you do that..” he whined, eyes glued on everything you were doing to him.

and that only encouraged you to do it again, feeling his thighs clench as a grunt left his throat, pulling off just before he reached his high and giggling at him as he protested.

“don’t you wanna be inside instead?” you got up from your knees, bending yourself over the counter.

his eyes traced over the swell of your ass that was peeking from under the useless skirt. you were wearing a flimsy thong that would surely rip if he tugged on it just a little bit

“c’mon mister kim.. please.. i want your cock inside me..” canting your hips at him to entice him further but he was already planning on shoving his dick inside you.

he stood up behind you, lifting your skirt further to finally reveal your ass, thong irritatingly in the way so he picked it aside as he rubbed his cock against you. he thought he was dreaming, maybe the lack of sleep was getting to him because there was no way in hell this was happening, not when it felt this good.

he gripped your hips tightly with one hand as his guided his cock to your hole, it was so tight, sucking his tip right in as he bit his lip in restraint. you opened your legs further for him as he pressed another inch in.

“fuckk mister kim.. can you feel how wet i am? my pussy is dripping..” and he definitely could feel it. he could also feel how you purposely clenched around him, how soft your walls were, how inviting and warm your hole was. he couldn’t wait to have you full stretched along his cock.

once he bottomed out, he gripped your hair, pulling you into an arch as he fucked into you, tits bouncing with every sharp snap of his hips

his bangs hanging over his eyes, sticking to his forehead as he muttered incoherent curses.

“s-shit! you’re taking my cock so well..” he groaned, losing himself in the feeling of you

he didn’t know how long he would last, his balls tightening with every thrust. he was soon to be a goner, it just felt so fucking unreal, all this pent up stress about to blow deeply inside your pussy. you moved against him, meeting his thrusts as you reached down to touch your clit, the ridges of his cock pushing against you so perfectly you thought your knees would give out.

“i-i’m gonna cum oh my god.. s-shit shit!” 

one final pump and he was cumming, quickly pulling out to spill over your asscheeks. he was out of breath yet still rock hard.

you got on top of the counter on all fours invitingly, which seungmin gladly accepted the offer. spreading you open as he buried his face deep in your cunt, lapping hungrily as you moaned. wet noises filling his normally quiet home. 

his tongue didn't leave a single crevice untouched, flattening and sucking harshly as your toes curled from the pleasure. he pressed his tongue in while his fingers came up to rub your clit. his nimble fingers coaxing an orgasm from you, one that made a mantra of "mister kim's" spill from your lips.

your essence all over his face as he licked his lips, sighing in ecstasy, giving you a light slap on the ass as he pulled your skirt back down

both of you in a haze yet still craving more. you knew this definitely wasn't going to be the last time seungmin would request services from you.

which was absolutely right.

seungmin quickly booked you again for the following week after you had left, same day and time. you were bubbling with anticipation for the next time you’d come over.

you fucking loved your job.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 Neighbour AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 18, word count 991

Remus Lupin had one asset, and that was his parent’s house. It was in the middle of the Welsh countryside. It was a mile walk to the little village, and the only thing it had going for it was the barn. It was light and airy and smelled of wood. 

Remus had spent a lot of time and effort converting it into a liveable space. The idea had been to sell it, but no one was interested in living so far away from the major cities. So, under the advice of his estate agent, he rented it out for short holidays. 

So far, it had been quite lucrative. With the money he made from that and his own job, he could afford chocolate whenever he wanted. 

The holiday season was coming, and he already had two weeks booked out. He tended to get a lot of city dwellers looking to get away from it all or families trying to get back to their roots. 

He checked his emails one morning with a fresh cup of tea and a plate of crumpets. HE filtered out the junk and found an inquiry email in his barn folder. He opened it.

A man was looking to hire the barn for the full summer and all of September as well. He was looking at three months of solid booking. It was a shame he couldn’t offer it, having already booked those two weeks. And he refused to let down his other guests. He typed a reply stating as much. He got a reply back almost instantly, asking if there was somewhere he could pitch a small tent. Mr Black said he would gladly still pay full price while his other guests used the barn. Remus couldn’t believe what he was reading. It seemed too good to be true. He sent a couple of pictures of his personal garden. The views weren’t as good, but it would be sheltered from the worst of the wind, and he could use Remus’s garden furniture. Again, the reply was quick. The man agreed and said he hoped he wouldn’t be any bother. 

Remus sent an invoice and got Mr Black to confirm he agreed to the price, and with the confirmation, he booked out the three months. He sat back with a pleased look on his face as he finished his crumpets. He just hoped that Mr Black would be a good neighbour as it was a long time to deal with a terrible guest. 

July arrived, and with it, a sleek black motorbike and an equally sleek owner. Sirius, as he demanded to be called, settled in instantly. He played his music a little loudly, but as it was to Remus’s taste, he decided to enjoy it. 

Remus found he quite enjoyed Sirius’s company, and they spent nearly every night in Remus’s garden drinking beers. Remus had even started making enough dinner for Sirius, though Sirius had told him he didn’t expect it but did appreciate it as he was useless at cooking.

It turned out that Sirius needed a break from his high-pressure job, which was why he’d come to Remus’s. 

“I hate it. It’s been my life since my mother found out she was pregnant with me. They own the company now, but my brother and I run it. He’s so much better at it than I am, and I swear he’d have such an easier time at it if I quit.” Sirius had admitted to him one August afternoon.

“Then why don’t you quit?” Remus asked as though it were an obvious solution. 

“Everything I own is tied up in the company. If I leave, I lose everything.” He shrugged. “My parents made sure it was that way after I went through a rebellious streak in my teenage years.”

“That’s terrible, Sirius. I wish I could help.” And Remus found he meant it. 

“Don’t fret about it. I’ll muddle through.” Sirius beamed at him as he patted Remus’s leg. “Right, enough feeling sorry for myself. I’m off for a walk. Care to join me?” Remus couldn’t think of any reason not to, so he took the proffered hand, and they strolled towards the village. 

Remus showed Sirius some of his favourite childhood haunts just off the beaten track, and they spent a wonderful afternoon in the thick foliage. 

Soon, the first week came around when Sirius would have to sleep in his tent. And, of course, the worst storm to hit Wales in over a hundred years decided to arrive that night. 

The trees were whipping back and forth, creaking and groaning. The fence surrounding Remus’s garden swayed dangerously. Remus refused to let Sirius stay out in this. He flung open the back door and yelled into the downpour. 

“Sirius! Sirius!” A face popped out of the zippered entrance of the tent. “Get in here!” Sirius shook his head. 

“I’m all good. Don’t fret.” 

Lightning cut across the sky, lighting the dark ground with its answering thunder not far behind. 

“Sirius, please! I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out here!” 

Suddenly, Sirius was streaking across the lawn and ran straight into Remus’s arms, knocking the lanky man back a few steps. Lighting flashed across the sky again and then another and another. The last bolt hit the cherry blossom tree in Remus’s garden, and a huge branch fell off and crushed the tent Sirius had been in moments before. 

“Yeah, probably a good call that Remus,” He joked. “Shall I put the kettle on?” Remus decided, not that he had much choice, that Sirius would be staying in his spare bedroom for the remainder of the two weeks. Maybe longer if the look Sirius was giving him meant what Remus thought it did. That night, they sat, snuggled up together on Remus’s tiny sofa in front of a roaring fire, sipping mugs of hot chocolate and listening to the storm wailing around them.  

[moamidzyism]

[9:02pm] (k.cw)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 391 fluff ౨ৎ men DNI ˚⁺。˚ // repost ୨୧ chaewon x gn!reader, establish relationship [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

the line outside the restaurant went around the block, but you sauntered to the front of the line, hand in hand with your girlfriend because you were more than a hundred percent sure that you obviously had a reservation and you were obviously going to get in.

“hi, we have a reservation under kim chaewon.” the girl beside you told the host.

“uh,” the host scrolled through the tablet, a look of confusion plastered on their face. “i don’t see a reservation under that name.”

“are you sure?” you ask, as chaewon frantically searches through her email, looking for the booking confirmation.

“yeah, i don’t see kim chaewon on here. are you sure you didn’t book one at a different location?”

“i see it,” your girlfriend finally says in a small voice. “it’s the one on houston street.”

“thank you,” you say to the host as the two of you move out of the line.

“i’m really sorry.” chaewon says to you. “i know that you really wanted to go to this place.”

“it’s alright, chae.” you comfort her, “maybe we can try the other place? how far away is it?”

“it’s on the other side of town.”

“oh,” you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice but you saw her face fall flat again. you can tell that she’s about to apologize again. “i mean, there are loads of restaurants in this area. i’m sure we can find something.”

if you learned anything this evening, it’s that you need to be less certain of things. you wandered around the area but literally every restaurant you came across was either reservation only or about to close, which was odd because it was a saturday night. what restaurant closes before 10pm on a saturday night? it seemed like the universe wanted just about everything to go wrong for the two of you today.

after about an hour of aimlessly walking, you both decided that in that moment, sustenance was more important than the air of an instagrammable restaurant. you settle on the nearest fast food place around you.

“i’m sorry we didn’t get to go to that restaurant,” chaewon apologized for the fiftieth time that evening, once you got your food.

you rest your head on her shoulder. “it’s okay, baby. as long as i’m here with you, that’s all that matters.”

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[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 12: giver of gifts

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity

warnings: swearing

AN: I’m having him be divorced. Screw it.

I tapped my pen against my desk and frowned at the email that had gone out about the office Christmas party. I looked up to see Mia making her way over to me. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at her, I turned back to the computer.

“(Y/N)?” She asked when she reached my desk. I didn’t look up.

“What?” I asked, unable to keep the exasperation at her from slipping out.

“Harry wants to see you.” She whispered. I looked up and frowned at her.

“ok.” I stood up and brushed past her. “And for the record, you don’t need to walk over here to tell me. That’s why the phone was invented sweetheart.” I walked over to Harry’s office and knocked once before entering. I turned to close the blinds and saw mia still standing at my desk, a disgruntled look on her face.

“darling I know you don’t like her but please just leave her alone.” Harry said from behind me. “Besides, she’s not the one who I wanted to give this to.” I turned around to see Harry holding a present.

“You bring something for the whole class?” I teased. Harry smiled and rolled his eyes.

“do you want this or not?” He asked. I smiled at him and took it from his offered hand. “I know it’s early but considering the office party is the night we would have exchanged presents…” I nodded.

“and Karen wanted to have you over to spend the day with the kids on actual Christmas…” I added. Harry nodded solemnly as I tore into the paper. Harry watched with rapt attention as I opened the box. “My you’re getting better at this.” I teased as I turned the book over in my hands.

“you’ve been talking about wanting the next book in the series for months. It came out the other day and I found that copy.” Harry said, tapping the cover. “Open it.” I frowned at him and opened the cover. My eyes went wide as I read over the inscription made by the author of the book and made out to me.

“you didn’t.” I breathed out, eyes tearing away from the page to look at Harry.

“I did.” He confirmed with a smile. I put the book down on his desk and wrapped my arms around him.

“For fucks sake Harry.” I whispered. “I don’t deserve you.” He laughed as he hugged me back, pressing a kiss to my head in the process.

“I think you’ll find it’s I who doesn’t deserve you.” He confirmed as he pulled back to kiss me.

[sciralta]

With PB’s adult romance book covers continuing to step further into the bodice ripper cover aesthetic, I think it’s worth questioning who it is that’s appearing on these kinds of covers and why that is.

Heterosexual couples. They’re all heterosexual couples.

The first inkling of this post came when the Alpha cover was leaked, showcasing a truly breathtaking unwillingness to do almost anything to distinguish itself from Choices’ other werewolf romance, Wolf Bride.

My first thought on seeing the Alpha cover was, why? Why would you use a practically identical composition as your other omegaverse book? Why wouldn’t you want to give this book its own identity? Does it have its own identity? Are the two books connected narratively? Because as far as we know, no, they’re not.

And then I truly thought about what an obvious missed opportunity this was. Why didn’t they make the obvious decision to distinguish this book by making it a gay cover? Alpha is confirmed to be a gender of choice book, and making it a gay cover would kind nod to the fact that a truly significant portion of the omegaverse sub-genre of fiction is dedicated to male x male pairings.

Later, I was thinking about how I’d really want to see one of these bodice ripper style covers with an m/m pairing, and I remembered that Choices only has a single gay cover with Foreign Affairs, and it is the picture of chaste. At that point it hit me—probably not for the first time—that none of these adult romance covers have been queer.

PB giving pittance to the mlm audience is honestly expected at this point, but it is genuinely weird that we haven’t gotten a lesbian cover in what, years? And that’s not even just for these adult romance covers. But if we’re talking adult covers; while only some of them have been GoC and so had the feasible option for a gay cover, all of them had the ability to play as a female MC, and all of them had a female love interest optional. They have had every opportunity to do at least one. Why have none of the bodice ripper style covers been queer?

How come the straight covers get to be this:

But the queer covers have only ever been this?

The obvious counter-argument to this is to say that the majority of Choices players are straight women and so they’re going to market their books with the straight female audience in mind.

And to that I say, I do not care. I truly, unequivocally do not care. Words cannot express how little I care about this argument, especially because there’s this, straight from PB via the Choices Insiders email in March this year:

So actually though, why no queer covers for their adult romance books? All I can say is that I do think it is in part influenced by the homophobic standard in media that queer desire isn’t marketable, and that image isn’t something they necessarily want to market themselves with. Not because PB themselves are homophobic, but perhaps because they don’t want the perception of a cover like that to potentially turn away their largely straight female audience. And that if true, to put it simply, is cowardice.

So, conclusions: With the growing number of Choices’ adult romance book covers using the bodice ripper aesthetic, the lack of any queer covers in this style—despite all opportunities to do so—leaves one with the impression that PB, intentionally or not; are both being informed by and feeding into the homophobic standard that queer desire is not something to be showcased or celebrated on the same level as heterosexual desire.

Basically, not only do PB need to start doing more queer covers; but they also need to start showing them being horny on their covers too.

It’s equality.

[eggcompany]

Will was always a fighter

Will had his first heat when he was six. He didn't share a heat until he was nineteen. He didn't get a real knot until he was twenty. And all along the way he was kicking and screaming and Hannibal, his daddy through adoption, was there kissing his forehead and trying his best.

Features, sad backstory, Adam/Will, Duncan/Hannibal, Nigel Hannibal (implied), and Will/Duncan.

“Hi, I need my daddy” said the little boy as he tried to peek over the tall desk of the nurses station.��

“Hm? What did… Hi sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Are you lost?” Said the nurse as she quickly rounded the desk to kneel down next to the small boy who was pushing up his thick framed glasses, paper held tightly to his chest. 

“I need to see my daddy. He said he’s here today. ‘M Willy Lecter.” Said the little boy, Willy. His daddy said he was gonna be doing surgery today and that meant he was on one of the top floors. 

“Oh! My goodness you’ve grown so much! I’ll make sure Dr. Lecter knows you’re here. Are you okay? Do you need help?” The nurse said as she calmed down. Dr. Lecter had been chatting with the nurses earlier in the day. She’d only seen Will when Hannibal had brought him from the pediatric unit before he could even walk. 

“My teacher gave me this paper and said I need to be with my daddy. Mr. Garret drove me here.” Will said and pushed his heavy glasses back up his nose and looked around, looking at faces trying to see if anyone was his daddy. 

“Alrighty Will, why don’t you come sit over here, yeah you can hang out with us for a while until your dad’s done. Can I see that paper so I know what to tell Daddy?” The nurse asked and ushered the boy to sit down in one of the few empty chairs as she dragged it over to sit beside her own, the little boy holding onto one arm tightly. 

“Um… I don’t think so. I think it’s just for daddy.” Willy said as he kept the paper held tightly against his chest. 

“That’s alright, we can just say that as soon as he can, to have Dr. Lecter come see you.” The nurse said and waited for confirmation from the little boy who had caught the attention of a few other nurses, and a secretary. 

“Okay” Willy said and swung his feet as an older lady came over to bend down next to him. 

“Put your stuff right there and why don’t we get you a juice box and some cookies, you like cookies Willy?” The first nurse asked as the other handed Willy a lollipod and took his backpack and set it behind him out of the way. 

“Yes ma’am! I like ones with candy in them!” Willy said with a big bright smile.

-0-0-0-0-

“Loraine? Loraine, where’s Will? Is he…” Hannibal said as he searched the nurses station looking for the nurse who had said his son was there. 

“Sh!” Came from a few of the older women working as he came closer to where the little boy was curled up sleeping under his bear print blanket in the lap of his dear friend and nurse. 

Hannibal let out a sigh of relief and looked at his boy, sleepy and a bit too pink in the face. Probably got another fever. Will was a fever baby, often caused by stress or simple nightmares or even just him being overly excited for a long time. Maybe they got to read a book about dogs during story hour. 

“We gave him some juice and a pack of cookies and he needed a nap. He’s got a paper for you.” Loraine explained quietly as Hannibal leaned down to gently run his fingers through Will's slightly damp hair, it was soft and fluffy. He always liked to keep Will’s beautiful curls healthy and clean. 

“Hannibal, he’s barely six and he smells like heat. Now I know it’s over stepping but I emailed to see if Adaleia Hospital is taking emergency peds. They are and they have several rooms available.” The nurse, Lorraine, whispered lowly to the doctor. The little boy had been fidgeting, wiggling, unable to even begin to comprehend what the word heat even implied. He’d smelled like warm laundry and baby powder, like a fresh baby, like a scent that either came from a fresh baby or an omega begging for one. 

“Thank you Loraine. I’d rather keep him in house though. I’ll call Alana and see if she’s in.” Hannibal said shortly, Lorraine had a habit of meddling but it was always in a caring way. He gave the nurse a courteous smile and looked back down at his son. 

“Willy?” Hannibal said and knelt down on one knee and gently let his fingers rub across Will’s damp forehead, around his closed eyes, and to rest on his flushed plump little cheek. 

“Daddy?” The little boy said in a slurry sleepy voice, he blinked a bit and then sniffled, tears welling in his eyes already. 

“Hello darling, how do you feel?” Hannibal asked as Will reached out and pulled himself into his daddy’s welcoming arms. 

“My insides are itchy and I wanna bottle” Will whimpered and tears started to slide down his cheeks, breaking Hannibal’s heart. He cradled the boy, Will was still small enough to cradle, Hannibal convinced himself Will would always be this tiny. 

“I know my sweet, I know. We need to go to see Doctor Bloom, you remember Doctor Bloom?” Hannibal asked and rubbed Will’s back comfortingly as the little boy let out sad little sniffles and hiccups. 

“Mhm, my tummy hurts daddy and my teacher gave this to me to give to you.” Will sniffled out and pushed the paper into Hannibal’s hands. 

‘ Notice of Alarming Behavior’ 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Willy. Daddy’s right here. Daddy loves you, remember? Daddy loves you so much.” Hannibal whispered as he crumpled and tossed the paper in the trash and carried Will with him through the doors to the pediatric wing. 

-0-0-0-0-

“Alright,I’ll get you set in a room. They’re usually empty, thank god, so they’re nice and sterile and quiet. You know what to do Hannibal, skin contact, I’ll get some loaner bottles and medicated lactaid, he really shouldn’t have dairy, it messes with slick production in peds, and the cupboards are free range. You’ll need to nest him, don’t bother bathing yet, we need to run a lot of tests on him… Yeah I’ll get him something for the nerves.” Alana explained as she walked the doctor who was pulling his scrub cap off his head, hair in a tousled mess. He listened intently but couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten. 

Hannibal was never supposed to have a pup. Not after being so neglected by his own parents, he wasn’t made for it, he’d told himself. Not after Mischa, his failure to protect her. He was a beta, bound to marry and have a surrogate child. 

But… oh when he saw little Will being rushed into the emergency hospital they’d set up in Louisiana, after he’d been pulled from the wreckage of his washed away home, after the largest flood the state had ever seen. Hannibal had come down in part of the emergency response. He’d been doing rushed surgeries, pulling railroad spikes and spires of wood from people, sewing people up, and taking care of severe bone breaks. 

It was getting slow. It had been days since the flood water receded, people were still being pulled from the more rural houses, houses that were more mud than space. He was sitting with a few children, those whose parents were getting patched up and being given information on temporary housing. 

The doors had burst open. 

Will was only a baby then. Barely a year old. Sixteen pounds, three ounces. Alive but not crying. He looked like he was sleeping. Hair all matted, nails long and jagged, and he had terrible bruising all over him, new and old. 

William Henry Graham wasn’t leaving that hospital with anyone other than Hannibal. They had pulled his father from wreckage a day prior but when they’d learned there was supposedly a child whose mother had died during birth they’d gone back. In an old bassinet made from metal, under an ironing board, laid a perfect little baby boy coated in mud, wearing only a toddler’s t-shirt and a pinned diaper. 

Hannibal had fallen in love with him from the moment he set eyes on the baby. He was just a cute little thing. Hannibal was the only beta in the team, so he was put on baby duty over the orphan. 

Now Willy had been living with him for five years, life full of snuggles and kisses and healthy eating and going to kindergarten and begging his daddy for a puppy dog. 

Now it was all falling apart, at least that’s how it felt to Hannibal as he held his unsettled, angry, uncomfortable son against his chest, rubbing his sweaty back in an attempt to calm him. 

--

“Will they’re just gonna ask you some questions, you don’t have to move.” Hannibal tried to explain as the little boy wiggled and kicked in his arms, Will was always a fighter. 

“Daddy, stupid shirt!” Will yelled out and pulled at Hannibal’s undershirt and tugging angrily at the offensive white fabric. 

“Of course little one, I know. I know my sprout.” Hannibal said and pulled the boy back to sit up on his own, giving just enough room for Hannibal to pull the cotton white t-shirt off and set to the side of the sloppy nest. Hannibal was never very good at nesting, never came to him naturally. 

Will made a happy little noise, he trilled mostly. He didn’t laugh, he very very rarely laughed, but he made happy little shaky lovey noises. The little boy wiggled closer and snuggled into his daddy’s comforting warmth. 

Will was naked down to just his dinosaur print pull up and his little blue socks with trucks on them, so the skin to skin felt like balm to him, calming, he quit kicking and flailing and laid still. 

Will just smiled and nuzzled into Hannibal’s bare smooth chest. The man had fallen into a habit of shaving before a big stressful surgery. Face, armpits, arms, chest, face, all smooth. Something oddly calming about feeling so clean . 

“Are you going to be good and answer some questions?” Hannibal asked when he felt his boy calm all the way down. 

“Mhm, I’ll be good, daddy.” Will answered and looked over at the few nurses and nursing students, all holding clipboards and notepads. 

“William, does your back hurt?” The nurse asked and the questioning began….

-0-0-0-0-

School was just not in William Henry Graham- Lecter’s cards. After being discharged from the hospital and being documented for future studies, he returned home with a strict schedule. Hormone injections in the morning, pills with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and of course he’d need to be supervised at night for the first two months. 

Work was no longer in Hannibal Lecter’s cards. He took a leave of absence for a year…which turned into an indefinite leave… which turned into a retirement after not returning for more than a consultation for seven years. 

They lived happily though. Hannibal hated the idea of Will becoming a lonely hermit. Four different tutors, often trips to the dog park once he’d gotten Will a small beagle, trips to the public library much to Hannibal’s dismay, and of course wherever Hannibal went Will was reading a mystery book or daydreaming nearby.

Will was a good kid. He liked climbing trees and playing in the mud and coloring and sitting on the floor playing with his little beagle, Beskytte. He liked to read books and do puzzles and he liked to chew on bottle nibs and had a terrible habit of chewing on anything and everything no matter what. 

Hannibal loved his son more than anything else in the world. No matter how many specialists they fly out to or how many times Will screams and hits and says he hates Hannibal and wishes they were both dead. He loves Will so much, and each day he watches Will grow more and more into a bright and helpful young man. 

Hannibal only ever wants the very tip top best for Will too, he wants to buy him designer clothes and the best of technology and toys. 

However, Willy Lecter is a simple boy. He likes flannel button ups and jeans and little velcro sneakers, he likes coloring books and puzzle books and gameboys and pokemon cards, and he likes lego bricks and little crafts. So that’s the way they lived. Happy quiet life together. 

Well mostly quiet. 

-0-0-0-

“Daddy? What’s that? Looks friggin weird.” Will asked as he made his way into the nest room. He was hunched over a bit and rubbing at his cramping stomach. This heat was a little different than usual, more crampy and he was having horrible migraines. 

Sitting on his rolling stool beside the bed Hannibal was hitting buttons on a small laptop looking thing with a tri-ended wand on the end. 

“It’s an ultrasound machine. It’s a pediatric design, but it’ll work well into your adulthood too. I bought the sweet smelling jelly too. I know you liked that stuff.” Hannibal explained as Will climbed onto the bed to lay down, the nest had been widened a bit so it wasn’t as snug around him. The twelve year old boy looked over at the screen, it looked like the screen at the doctor’s office, and smiled. 

“Oh! Awesome. No more cold tables and stirrups and stuff then?” Will asked and felt himself calming down. Ever since he started slicking a few months ago they started to make Will go to the ‘big kid’ doctor as Hannibal liked to say. Stirrups, having to strip down and spread himself for doctors, cold tables, all sorts of terribly scary things. Will hated it, and Hannibal hated seeing Will so, so, distressed. 

“No my dear, I had to change one of your outlets though so unfortunately you have to move your gameboy changer.” Hannibal said with a smile as he pulled on his black nitrile gloves, Hannibal didn’t much like latex. Will pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and pushed his little brown tie shorts down a bit to expose his lower belly. 

“That’s alright daddy, I’ll charge it in the library.” Will said and snuggled into the bed, it was warm, Hannibal must’ve turned on the heating pad. 

“Good, now then. It’s gonna be cold.” Hannibal warned as he brought up the bottle of sweetly scented jelly. 

-0-0-0-

“Fuckers! Ow! Daddy what the- why did you do that?” Will asked as he drew his knees back up from where he had kicked them out, hitting Hannibal in the chest, causing the man to slide back a bit on the rolling chair. 

He pulled his feet to cover where Hannibal had just pressed a finger into his body. He’d been touched like many times before, fingers, ultrasounds, speculums, sensors, all sorts. But he didn’t expect… he didn’t see it coming. Hannibal usually used other tools. He’s never so… hands on . It was a shock. 

He immediately started trying to apologize, leaning up to make sure his daddy was okay. 

“I’m sorry daddy! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to kick you!” Will said and laid back down as Hannibal shushed him calmingly and shook his hands in a ‘ never mind’ way. 

“Will, that did not hurt me and it did not hurt you. Yes it was cold and yes my fingers are a bit larger than Dr Blooms but you know we do not curse like that in this house.” Hannibal said and wagged his finger in the air. Will was becoming a bit of a potty mouth and he was not having it. Cursing was such an ugly way to communicate. And Hannibal found the cursing far more concerning than being kicked. Though he did note that Will had kicked quite strongly… Good, strong boy.

Will groaned and let his legs spread and Hannibal waited a moment and replaced his finger again, just one all the way to the knuckle. 

“Hng, daddy I’m sorry but… can’t you use the wand thing? Why your fingers? I don’t like that.” Will complained as he felt the large finger twist inside him, touching his itchy places and making him feel like arching and whining… but he couldn’t do that in front of his dad. That's friggin 'weird even if he is a doctor. 

“Because dear the wand cannot feel what my fingers can now, what do you need for us to keep going?” Hannibal asked patiently. He hated to rush Will, especially in heats. 

Will made a face and looked away, off to the side where a little stuffed dog sat on the edge of the nest. 

“Just… don’t look at me.” Will mumbled and grabbed the toy and held it to cover his face, the soft expensive plush feeling extra amazing against his bare chest and neck. 

“Of course dear” Hannibal said dotingly as he got back to trying to find what the node he saw on the ultrasound was…

-0-0-0-0-

“Daddy?” Fell from the young man’s lips as he floated from room to room in search of his daddy, his protector, his everything. 

“Papa? Daddy, where are you?” Will asked again not knowing it was no louder than a light speaking voice. His heat riddled brain aws feeling all scrambled. He’d been unable to take his heat closer on account he had slick nodes, which only got worse with closer but would sort themselves out through heat. 

“Will? I’m in here, pup. Finishing some paperwork.” Hannibal said as he heard Will wondering room to room. Will always stomped a bit when he was in heat, uncaring how loud he walked. 

Will walked into the doorway, eyes round and sparkling and blown black, his chest was bare and blushing, nipples pointed, his light blue boxers darkened from slick and his cock hard pushing the fabric forward. Looking like the sweetest little omega on the face of the earth. It broke Hannibal’s heart, Will’s just a baby. 

“Daddy?” Will cocked his head and stood there. His brain felt a bit more like cotton candy, fluffy and light and confused. 

“Oh, poor puppy. Is your heat making you feel a bit light?” Hannibal said in a thickly pitying way and rolled his chair back and opened his arms. Will was a snuggly thing during his heats, always wanting to be held close. Well actually Will was always a snuggly thing. 

Will walked forward, his scent sweet and rich. Something that made Hannibal’s heart feel full. The scent like pecan praline coffee cake, sweet and warm a bit like chopped green wood. 

“Daddy, I feel so empty. I want more, give me more papa.” Will said in a low tone, voice cracking, and instead of his usual sitting sideways on Hannibal’s lap, he crawled up into Hannibal’s chair to straddle him. 

Will shoved his face into the older man’s neck, rubbing his crotch against Hannibal’s waist. Will sniffed and Hannibal could feel his quivering lip against his neck. 

Hannibal hugged him and rubbed his back. Feeling his boys little sniffly breaths and rubbing up and down on his heated skin. 

“I know puppy. You’re getting to be such a big boy.” Hannibal whispered and Will whimpered and shoved his crotch harder against Hannibal’s hips. Hannibal rubbed his back and kissed his sweat damp forehead. 

“Please daddy, please, please” Will begged and pulled his head back to look into Hannibal’s calm eyes. 

Will had tears rolling down his cheeks and his bottom lip was shaking where it was poked out. Always with the pout and puppy eyes. 

“Sh sh sh, here move like this. Let me finish this last paper and then we can get you set up on a big boy helper okay?” Hannibal explained and moved Will's legs so he straddles only one thigh and could rut much better and get enough stimuli. Hannibal knew you weren’t supposed to encourage rutting in omegas but Will was always an exception. 

Will hadn’t ever used anything other than a small rubbing matt, a silicone pad that had ridges and bumps to rub his hole against. Hannibal hated the idea of… Will being penetrated. Being used like some sex object. But he was old enough, and he was big enough, and he asked. 

“Okay, okay, I’m okay, I’m all itchy daddy, so itchy for it.” Will whimpered and shoved his face into Hannibal’s neck and grabbed onto the dress shirt's chest. He started an unsteady nearly frantic pace of pressing his butt against Hannibal’s thigh and thrusting his cock forward into his hip. 

“Good, try and find a good spot. Easy, back and forth, easy.” Hannibal guided him and placed a hand on his lower back to start a steady pace of back and forth. More of a rub than a rut. 

Will was whimpering and huffing, hands squeezing at Hannibal’s shirt and thighs trembling around Hannibal’s thigh. 

Once Hannibal had sighed the bottom of the papers he leaned back and rubbed both hands up and down Will’s tense back. 

“My big strong boy, my precious little pup, Will how are you doing?” Hannibal asked quietly. Will hiccuped and sobbed and shook his head, hands coming up to rub at his face. 

“Terrible! I want I want- I’m leaky” Will said, the last word laced in shame. 

“I know my sweet. We’re gonna have to move somewhere so you can use your helper. Where do you wanna go?” Hannibal asked and pulled the sobbing boy into a hug. 

“Bathroom” Will said quietly and wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck and squeezed his knees together, crushing Hannibal’s thigh between them. Hannibal gave him one more big squeeze and pushed Will to sit up on his own. 

“Okay darling, I need you to go get some pillows and blankets and put them in the bathroom while I get you your big boy helper alright? Do this for papa.” Hannibal ordered and Will sniffed and nodded. 

“Okay daddy, I’ll… I’ll be waiting, okay? Am I okay?” Will asked and stood up, standing in front of Hannibal. His underwear was drenched, his body was feverishly hot, his face was a mess, and his body so little and plump still. Poor baby, sickeningly wrong. 

“You’re going to be perfectly alright, my dear sweet Will. Daddy’s gonna make sure of it. Now, run along. I'll be in shortly.” Hannibal directed and watched Will stumble a bit before hurriedly heading down the hall to his bathroom to nest in the tub. 

-0-0-0-0-

Will was getting so pretty. Not very tall but tall enough. His hair was getting longer, curls wild and unkept. He never liked brushing his hair anyway. 

His eyes grew better, still needing assistance of glasses, but he no longer needed quite a strong prescription. 

He liked being outside still and he liked climbing in the trees behind the house. His muscles filled out and grew strong. 

Will was going to be fifteen come June, and he was growing to be a smart and mature young man. Braces pulling his teeth and lessons in shaving and personal hygiene being followed to the T. 

Will Graham was going to go to public school. 

-0-

“Daddy I’m so excited! I’m gonna join the scholar bowl team and I’m gonna get to meet so many people. Do you think I’ll make friends? You’re my best friend but do you think I’ll have other friends?” Will asked excitedly as he wiggled around the passenger seat of the Bentley. They were going “school shopping like normal people” as Will had put it. Hannibal hated going to big chain stores. But whatever Will wanted he got. 

“I’m sure you will. You’re a very nice young man. Just try and do your best and if you get too overwhelmed just call me or go to the nurse and take your medicine.” Hannibal reminded him. He’d never been so stressed out in his life. 

Finding a school, getting told no, finding another school, being told no, being persuaded to let Will go to not even the best public school in the area, background checks on teachers, school website, facebook page, PTA backgrounds, offered extracurriculars, tours, enrollment, councilor meetings, nurse meetings, more paperwork, more tours, schedules, more paperwork, meeting the teachers, schedule changes, meet the teachers, more paperwork, and now shopping with a copy of the dress code…

Hannibal was on the brink of falling back into his… childish primal hobbies. He’d given up hunting long pig after gaining Will into his life. Mostly because he had no time but also because Will was so perfect and fragile, a touch of something so filthy as the pigs being hunted, even cooked into something beautiful, it would never come near Will. 

“Okay, I wanna go by myself. If I need help I’ll come back to get you or call you.” Will said as he made sure he had his cell, his list, and checked himself in the mirror. 

“Are you sure, Will?” Hannibal asked as he looked around at all the other people walking to and from the department store. Poor Will didn’t usually do well in large crowded areas and he was terrible at making decisions what if got overwhelmed with the selection or got confused where to go or what if he tripped and got hurt-

“Yes daddy, thank you, I love you” Will said and took the heavy metal black card from Hannibal’s fingers as he laid a kiss on Hannibal’s cheek. Hannibal swallowed and put on a calm smile and waved his hand as Will hopped out of the car and practically skipped to the doors. 

“Be safe my lamb” Hannibal said and laid his head on the steering wheel. Babies were so much easier…

-0-0-0-0-

“Oh hey, don’t get that one. You can’t wash it, it like totally falls apart.” Said a girl's voice behind Will who whipped around, blue backpack still in his hands. 

She was taller than him, black hair pulled into a messy bun on her head, wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans, a maroon and white striped polo shirt, a million different bracelets, black platform boots, and had black makeup smeared around her eyes. ‘ Super cool’ Will thought. 

“Oh uh, okay. I’ve never gotten a backpack before, I don't really know what I’m doing.” Will said and gave her a nervous smile, looking back at the wall of all different backpacks. He saw a blue one and had just picked it, assuming all backpacks were the same. 

“How have you never gotten a backpack? Where are you enrolled?” The girl asked, crossing her arms and looking at Will in a scrutinizing way. 

“Oh I’ve been homeschooled since kindergarten. I’m gonna go to Patterson, I’m a freshman this year.” Will explained and kept his eyes away from the girl’s. Eyes always made him feel… uneasy. Especially with strangers even if it was a cool girl his age. 

“Oh no way! Me too! I’ve been going to Patterson for my whole life. I’m Beverly.” The girl said excitedly and stuck out her hand, smile plastered to her face. 

“Oh nice to meet you in Will… Graham. Will Graham.” Will said, using his birth name was becoming a new thing. Will Lecter was a kid, Will Graham is a man. At least what he tells himself. Plus daddy already said they hyphenated his name so he could use either last name. 

“Well nice to meet you too Will, now put that down, come get one of these, I had one for like eight years and I had to get rid of it because it got burnt.” Beverly said and walked over to where the heavy canvas rucksacks were hanging between the school bags and hunting bags. 

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“Will? What do you… Hello” Hannibal said as he spotted his son amidst all the racks of shoes. He stopped short when he noticed Will was standing next to a girl sitting on a bench chewing gum. A bad habit he noted. 

“Hey daddy look this is my new friend Bev and she said I need sneakers for PE, like I need gym clothes and stuff.” Will said excitedly and motioned toward the racks of Reebok sneakers in front of them. The girl waved and smiled, polite at least. 

“Nice to meet you Miss Bev, I’m Will's guardian, Doctor Lecter. Will get whatever you need or think you need. You know the max on that card.” Hannibal said and felt his skin crawl as he glanced around the store. Too bright, too… cheap. Polyester everywhere, so much harsh lighting, it was giving him a headache. 

“Woah, doctor, fancy. Yeah like Will needs all sorts of stuff. Did they not give you your class lists?” Beverly said and stood up after putting the shoes she tried on back in the box and into the cart that they’d been piling both their things into. Hannibal watched but really… Will found himself a friend, it would be fine to buy her supplies. 

“Yeah actually it’s uh… daddy where’s that paper? I think I- oh found it!” Will said and showed Bev the wrinkled paper from his back pocket. They stood close to each other, shoulders touching, and Bev ran her finger over the page. 

“Yeah so you need like shorts and sneakers and usually like tank tops or t-shirts for that, and maybe a duffel bag if you don’t want your bag to smell like sweat, and then you need like a black polo shirt and slacks for scholar bowl and you’re gonna need a hoodie, like seriously for Mrs Willcox, her room is like negative nine degrees.” Beverly explained and skimmed her finger over the paper at the different classes. WIll nodded along and smiled when Beverly mentioned hoodies. 

“I love hoodies! I just got a Mario one” Will said excitedly, bouncing on his feet. 

“Oh no way you play Mario! What do you play on?” Beverly asked, matching Will’s excitement. 

“Oh I have a gameboy and an NES…. Daddy got me the NES for my birthday and it’s like… so awesome.” Will said and looked over at Hannibal who was smiling, overwhelmed with pride and joy for his… well his pride and joy. 

“No way! I have a Pokémon gameboy! I-” Beverly said but Will cut her off with a happy little gasp. 

“I love Pokémon!” Will said and off they went on a tangent of yappering together about things Hannibal had no idea about. 

“Ahem, Will? Are you fine to continue shopping? I think I’d like to wait in the car?” Hannibal interrupted their conversation. 

“Oh yeah! Yes, me and Bev are gonna keep shopping! See you in a minute daddy, thank you!” Will said happily and hopped up to kiss Hannibal’s cheek. Bev laughed and waved Will back over as she began pushing the cart again. 

What a wonderful young lady. 

-0-0-0-0-

“I’m very proud of you Will. You’ve already made a friend and you’ve signed up for an extracurricular. I just wanted you to know I am very very proud.” Hannibal said as they walked into the house, Will holding his backpack and the bags of clothes while Hannibal carried in every other bag full of supplies and such. 

“Thanks daddy, I’m so excited. Do you think I can show you some of the stuff I got today?” Will asked as he twirled back and forth, letting the bags hit his legs. He was smiling, a big happy smile. It warmed Hannibal’s own soul, seeing his sweet baby boy so happy. 

“Oh a fashion show just for me? What a treat!” Hannibal said and explained he’d sit by the fireplace and Will could change in the bathroom.

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Will came out in the first outfit. Black Chuck Taylor’s, dark blue jeans, brown leather belt, and a dark green flannel tucked in. 

He was smiling widely and did a small spin. 

“What do you think? I really like this belt, it’s nice.” Will said and ran his fingers along the edge of the leather. It had a somewhat larger buckle. Surely Hannibal could get him something bett- That’s no way to think. This is what Will wanted and what he chose. 

“Absolutely dashing, Will. Very handsome. How are the shoes? Not too tight?” Hannibal asked and Will giggled and pulled his hands together in front of him. He rolled back and forth on his feet. 

“No, they're great! I got two other of these shirts and I got a lighter pair of these and a black pair because Bev said everyone wears jeans. I like them a lot!” Will explained, he’d always either worn slacks or little cargo pants. Jeans suited him well, rugged and strong. 

“That’s wonderful dear, they look nice on you.” Hannibal complimented and Will did another spin and let out a happy sound. 

“Okay now gym clothes hold on.” Will said and scurried back into the bathroom to change. 

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Will was wearing something that could barely be called shorts. They were more revealing than his underwear. Short, skin tight, little black shorts that looked to be about as thin as wet paper. He also had on a baggy grey tank top that showed his collarbones, toned arms, and a sliver of slightly haired belly above his waistband. He also had on ankle length white socks and a pair of blue and white sneakers. 

Will was blushed pink and grinning with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I got a few of these shorts and um these came in a pack of three and I got two packs. Beverly said the PE classes are split by designation so we won’t have the same one but she said there’s another boy in mine who also likes Pokémon and video games and stuff. She said most of the ‘mega boys wear shorts but I also got some pants.” Will finished and looked down at himself. 

He loves it, especially the shoes. Bev had laughed at him when she’d returned and he was wearing a pair she’d picked for herself. Reebok Princess, blue and white, and fit perfectly . And the shorts are great and soft and comfy and the shirts were breathable and comfortable. He feels like a dressed up doll, something so pretty and nice. 

“Very handsome Will. I’m sure you’ll meet plenty of people who’ll like the same things as you.” Hannibal said and Will smiled big and open, braces catching the light, green bands on display. Hannibal almost let himself laugh. Will was always a little odd but goodness he was so good. So beautiful and perfect and funny and smart and was blooming into such a wonderful young man. 

“Thanks daddy, I’m so nervous and excited. Oh and and! Look at these shirts me and Bev found!” Will said and ran back to his room and pulled off his tank top, bent down and picked up a tshirt. While he was bent down his round bum was on display, Hannibal would have to remind him those shorts were meant for physical education only . 

He pulled the shirt quickly over his head and ran back out to Hannibal, holding the bottom of the tshirt to show the colorful image screen printed on it. 

“We found a bunch of Pokémon shirts! I got this one and like three others. I even found one with bulbasaur! Bulbasaur is my favorite it’s the one with-“ 

“The flower on its back, I remember. That looks quite comfortable.” Hannibal said as he looked over the soft looking cotton shirt, it was short but would cover Will’s belly still if lifted his arms. 

“Yeha and people who also like Pokémon are gonna know I like Pokémon and Bev is gonna wear her Super Mario shirt on the first day so we can like match.” Will explained in an excited way, voice cracking a bit. His voice cracked a lot these days. 

“That’s great. Are you planning on bringing your cards? Do you think we should reorganize them?” Hannibal asked about Will’s Pokémon card binder, each organized every so often. He moved to stand but Will put his hands out.

“No hold on- um… me and Bev also went down to the end of the strip mall…. She took me into one of the more um grown up stores…” Will said and turned as red as a cherry. 

“Yes Will?” Hannibal said as he sat back into the chair. If Will had by himself looked into some form of mating ritualism then Hannibal would support him. Will had a very… besmirched idea of mating and sexuality. Perhaps it was a collar or some form of heat assistant. 

“I don’t wanna show you what I got but also I want you to see.” Will explained and looked down at his shoes. He wanted a beta or alpha opinion, he wanted to know what daddy thought because daddy was of mating age and had very good taste in… well everything. 

“What kind of outfit is it, Will?” Hannibal asked as Will had mentally drifted a bit. 

“An omega outfit. A proper… a proper omega outfit. Stereotypical proper outfit. Something… it made me feel really special when I saw it.” Will said, face in flames and heart hammering in his chest, his eyes got wishy-washy with tears. 

“I see… Will, why don’t you let me see it so you know if a mate would like it or not? Hmm?” Hannibal offered. He knew exactly why Will had asked in the first place. Will lived off his daddy’s approval and praise. 

“Okay… yeah. I’m growing up and soon I’ll have a mate and I need to make sure I know I can look… I can look pretty in things that make me feel special.” Will said and walked with determination to the bathroom and waited for a moment in the doorway, doorknob in his hand. 

“Of course Will, of course. Now go make yourself feel special and show me because I am the one who bought it. Go my handsome boy, my little lamb” Hannibal joked lightly and Will snickered as he giddily hid away in the bathroom to change again. 

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Will looked perfect. Like a true artist's work. Lips darkened and shiny with gloss, lashes decorated with dark mascara and lids dusted with dark powder. His hair was brushed out making it poof out and large like a cloud around his head. 

Held up by two thin straps hanging off his shoulders was the softest flowing little green dress. Hanging just above his knees the dress was layered with a soft darkest green petticoat. There was a pinch at Will's waist, a strap that went around him and was tightened with the lacing at the back which made the dress fit perfectly onto his barely developed curves. 

The bodice was sheer green, allowing a view of his slim stomach, and beautiful collarbones, having covers blended into it to sheild his nipples. The bodice had structure built from the dark green fabric, the sides and center making Will look that much slimmer. 

The center going up and connecting with a collar around Will's neck, the collar was embroidered with white creating a gentle herringbone pattern. 

Adoring his legs were feather light barely tinted green thigh highs, forest green floral design traveling up the sides of them. 

Will was sniffling as Hannibal looked him over. Perfect. Will looked perfect. Any alpha would choke to have him. Any alpha would have to nearly die to even ever get near him. 

“Will, you look so beautiful. You are such a gorgeous young omega. How do you feel?” Hannibal asked, feeling a bit like a mother bear, wanting to kill to protect his baby boy.

“Special, like a gem. Like I’m… pretty. Like I’m beautiful. I feel special, I feel… happy.” Will said sincerely and smiled down at his own body. He wiggled his toes which caused Hannibal to break a smile. 

“You look special darling, more valuable than any gemstone. My lamb, you are so perfect, any alpha would be a fool not to beg for just a word from you.” Hannibal praised and waved his hands gesturing at Will’s beautiful outfit. 

“Do you really think so daddy?! I’m glad, I really like it!” Will said as he flopped down into Hannibal’s lap and grinned against his neck. His skirt popped up and Hannibal caught a glimpse of what looked like white lace panties. Not very age appropriate but matching with the outfit. 

Hannibal hugged him and kissed his forehead. 

“Maybe when you find someone special we can get you something a bit more fitted and custom. Maybe your friend could even take you? That sounds like a good outing for you.” Hannibal offered and rocked back and forth, Will making happy noises and kicking his feet where they hung off the side of the chair. 

“Yes daddy, and maybe me and Bev can find me a headband to match cause my hair is so in my face!” Will said and blew a raspberry which caused his hair to fly up and back down against his face. Hannibal chuckled lowly and kissed his head again, feeling so in love with his boy. 

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“Will? Did you just bite me?” Hannibal asked in shock as he looked at the boy who was just hugging and dragging on him complaining of being ‘ boredddddd’. 

“Mhm, what’re you gonna do?” Will said as he stepped back toward the door, he was springy on his feet, ready to run. Like a puppy jumping around with a ball in its mouth, waiting for someone to take chase. 

“Will, it’s not nice to bite.” Hannibal chastised with a wag of his finger. Will walked back over to him with a hesitant suspicious look. 

“Yeah… it’s not nice…” Will agreed strangely and leaned forward to seemingly kiss Hannibal’s cheek in apology but instead nipped his ear and bounced back to the doorway with a smile. 

“Will! That’s naughty!” Hannibal said again, the last time Will had bitten him, the boy was a toddler and Hannibal was trying to get him to wear socks. 

“Yeah it was, now what’re you gonna do? Gonna get me?” Will said with a fire crackling in his eye. His body was a pressed spring, ready to go go go run run get chased . 

Hannibal knew school would help Will develop natural needs and wants. Hannibal stood up and unbuttoned his waistcoat and tie. Omegas craved the chase, especially ones that had just been exposed to so many other prepubescent omegas. 

Lord… and they said toddlers were tiring. 

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“Darling, sweetheart, papa is not so young anymore. Let’s go have a snack. Come, I’ll make grilled cheese like you enjoy.” Hannibal tried to tempt the boy back into the house. They’d been running around the house for nearly an hour and a half straight. Will had run up the stairs twice, around the house three times, and had side stepped Hannibal at least a dozen times. Hannibal hadn’t had to run like that in… years. He was not in hunting shape, he was soft and slow, and made for cooking and cuddling these days. 

“But daddy you didn’t catch me! You gotta pin me!” Will said and hopped around where he was standing on the side of the house staring at the bent over panting beta. He was smiling, there was a joy radiating from him so pure it was nearly blinding. 

“Will, I don’t want to hurt you by pushing you down. You know daddy doesn’t like to hurt you.” Hannibal tried to convince as he stood back up, hands on his hips. He was barely getting his breath back. Shamed in his unfit ways, he hadn’t noticed himself getting out of shape like this. 

“But I want you to pin me!” Will whined and stomped his foot. Brat. 

Hannibal walked closer and Will pouted, arms crossed. His blinding joy started to fade to a more… going-to-have-a-tantrum kind of radiance. 

“Will…” Hannibal said in a sing-song way, praying the boy would just be good and go in the house. Will huffed and looked away from him. Hannibal moved to put his hand on Will's shoulders and the boy dropped his arms. 

“I’m sorry da- Ah!” Will shouted as Hannibal quickly pulled his arms back and pinned Will to the damp ground, face down ass up with Hannibal blanketed over his back. A proper way to pin an omega. 

“There, I win. Now lunch.” Hannibal said and sat back on his calves and put his hand on Will's belly to help the boy kneel up. 

He instead laid heavily onto his daddy’s hand, arms laden by his head, forehead pressed into the grass, knees shivering. 

“Daddy…” Will whimpered and his body warmed up, his cock fevering into erection. His waist dipped into a seductive little pose. He felt tears starting to well in his eyes but the hand on his belly made him feel… a lot. 

“Will, that’s enough. We can play chase but you have to control yourself. Now up, come get some food and go do your homework.” Hannibal ordered and rose back up to his feet with a grunt. His legs were gonna be killing him by tonight. 

Will whined and hit the ground with his fists a few times, kicking his feet, acting like a toddler having a tantrum. 

“No fun!” He said and got up and stomped back into the house, closing his door roughly when he got to it. Hannibal sighed and sat down on the bar stool. He was fucking tired and didn’t know what to do with Will other than to try and make sure he knew when Will wanted to play chase. Playing chase was a good activity for growing boys and helped develop stamina. 

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Play chasing surely was one way to keep in shape. Will's legs were strong and plush looking. Hannibal grew to be able to chase and pounce with far more ease. Catching his boy in the dirt and in the house, pulling him from the tree, tackling him over the couch. 

Will often would giggle and roll over when caught. Snuggling against his daddy’s chest and saying a sweet little “thank you daddy, sorry for nipping you” and giving Hannibal a kiss on the cheek and going back into the house for a small snack and a drink. 

He’d stopped getting hot feeling in his pants after Hannibal made him take a cold shower and told him to keep a cold rag in his pants until he ‘ learned how to behave’ . He’d only ground a little bit onto his daddy’s leg… but Hannibal said there were no exceptions for bad behavior. 

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Will enjoyed public school. He liked going and seeing his friends in the morning, he liked his classes that were far too easy but he refused to go to AP classes. He liked the scholar bowl, he loved going to meets and getting to meet all sorts of new people. Him and Bev and a few more of their friends liked to meet up and play games and occasionally they’d come to Will’s house and Hannibal would go… visit a friend. 

However teenaged drama was never too far. 

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“Why don’t they like me! I try to look pr-pretty and and I’m quiet and and I stay out of the way so why doesn’t anyone like me! I just wanted to get a pretty dress and and get my hair done and and look pretty! Why didn’t anyone ask me!” Will sobbed into the large bowl of horribly chemical riddled ice cream as Hannibal rubbed his back. 

School Dance. 

No one asked poor little Will Graham to the freshman’s winter formal. Or whatever it was called. 

It was tonight at six. It was currently seven. Will had been a wreck since four when he got home from school on the bus. Bev was on vacation for two weeks with family and none of their other friends were going claiming it was lame and stupid. Of course Will had agreed with them but he was crushed . 

“I know my lamb, I know. I think you’re the most beautiful omega in the whole world. The stupid little boys at school must be absolutely blind not to notice.” Hannibal tried to get Will to feel a little better. When Hannibal had been in school dances were… for show. 

Will sobbed again a big ‘wahhhhhh’ and shoveled more “rocky road” into his mouth. He’d been feeling a bit self conscious. He’d been asked so many times if he was a beta and and did he look like a beta? Did he smell like a beta? Why would they think he was a beta? Was it what he wore? Maybe if he wore a beautiful pastel soft dress to the dance everyone could see he was an omega! But then…

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” Will sobbed and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth. 

“You’re not doing anything wrong sweetie I’m sure when the right alpha sees you they’ll fall head over heels and cherish you the way you deserve to be.” Hannibal tried and continues to try and comfort Will until the boy falls asleep at the bar stool and Hannibal carries him back to his room and puts him in bed. 

-0-0-0-0-

Will had started to become… repressed. Hannibal had walked in on him rubbing himself against… well everything. Couch pillows, his bed pillow, the arm of the chair, the bar stools, everywhere. Hannibal had reminded him that he could still use his grinding mats from when he was a kid but Will said they were for babies. When heats rolled around he just took closer and sat alone in his room for a few hours till the fever dropped, not allowing Hannibal to get near him. 

And he became fucking mean . 

“Can’t you ever just fucking leave me alone! I’m eighteen, I don’t need you old man! You’re not my fucking father, you freak!” Was the straw that broke the camel's back. Will had stopped out the door to go to Bev’s, backpack slung over his shoulder. Will was of age, he needed an alpha to take him. 

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“Daddy? Someone’s here to see you. Um Mister Nigel and Mister Adam?” Will hollered as he watched the two men slip off their shoes and coats. 

The one man was… handsome. Strong, tattoo showing over a plain black button up short sleeve shirt, tall, blonde hair laying floppily over his forehead. A bit messy. 

The other was… Will felt himself get damp at the scent of him. He had short hair, big blue eyes, wearing a grey button up under a yellow sweater vest and a pair of tan slacks, no belt. Will didn’t care though he wanted to sniff him. He was a bit taller than Will so he was perfect to sniff and scent and nip at. 

“Oh dear we’re not here just for Hannibal. Hasn’t he explained? It’s alright darling. Not to worry.” The taller man said and ran his hand from Will’s back up to grip gently at his neck. Will’s eyebrows shot up and looked at the man, Nigel. Alpha. Oh Alpha . 

Will felt himself get a little away from himself, body slack where he stood, slick dampening his boxers. Hannibal came around the corner and Nigel moved his hand back down to Will’s shoulder blades. Adam had just been rocking back and forth on his feet, not caring at all. 

“Will, these are my friends. See Nigel and I ran into each other a few times and sometimes have brunch together. I think you and Adam might get along well. Like we talked about the other day?” Hannibal explained and Will felt himself get shocked back into his head. The other day? When they were talking about omega bonding? When Hannibal gave him a book on omega bonding? The day Will had learned that omegas could fuck each other as long as the alpha(s) approved? That other day?

He was on fire, burning alive. He looked over at Adam… too many layers. But attractive, cute, maybe older than him… experienced. He had to be Nigel’s mate. He had a bite showing barely under his collar. 

“Oh… oh! Um daddy are you- do you- um- really?” Will asked in a whispered yell and leaned toward his daddy. Nigel leaned forward and sniffed at the back of Will’s neck and he had to help Will stay stand up. 

“Yes Will, why don’t you and Adam go talk in the library by the fireplace. I’m sure poor Adam is cold.” Hannibal guided and turned toward the omega who had kept him company on a few cold nights. Adam smiled and stood up and walked up to stand closely in front of Hannibal. 

“My face is cold but that’s it. Nigel makes me wear layers.” He said with a smile and stared somewhere over Hannibal’s shoulder. Hannibal smiled and nodded toward Nigel who sighed and let the boy go. 

“Well then go warm your face dear.” Hannibal said more toward Will because Adam was already walking toward the library. 

“Okay” Will breathed and followed the scent to the warm library. 

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“Will? How are you doing…” Hannibal asked as he looked around the door to the fireplace. He and Nigel had shared a glass of wine… well wine for Hannibal and beer for Nigel. And perhaps a quick sloppy makeout but that wasn’t here nor there. 

Will was sitting with his back to the door, kneeling over Adam who was sitting cross legged. Both shirtless, Will was holding onto Adam's shoulders as he sucked and pecked across Will's collarbones as his hands rubbed from shoulders to Will's round bottom still hugged in his jeans.

Adam looked over Will’s shoulder into Hannibal’s eyes. Will squeaked as Adam bit down, grinding down against Adam’s lap. 

“We’re fine, Hanni. Go play with Nigel, please.” Adam asked in his usually flat high voice. Will hunched down, pressing his face to hide in the other omega’s neck and scoot forward more so they’re pressed together and he grins down a little bit more. 

“Go ‘way. Go ‘way, daddy.” Will pleads weakly and Hannibal smiles and blows a kiss to Adam. The closed the door as Adam pushed Will onto his back, crawling over him. 

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Will lived losing his virginity to Adam. 

Pulling his jeans away, boxers caught within them. Will was huffing, hands rubbing at his chest and stomach, craving stimulation. 

“You’re very pretty Will. Do you think I’m pretty?” Adam asked genuinely as he kicked his own slacks away and folded them on the stack beside Wills own clothes. There was no need to be messy, folded clothes are best. 

Will nodded, spreading his legs so Adam could kneel between them, his small cock erect and radiating heat Will could feel against his own underdeveloped soft cock. 

“Do you think Nigel’s pretty?” Adam asked as he moved to grab the pillow from where it sat in the seat of the arm chair. He shoved it under Will’s hips and moved so Will had his legs around Adam’s thin waist. 

“He’s y-your mate. Alpha, he’s an alpha.” Will whimpered as Adam scootched close enough his tip barely grazed Will’s needy hole. The older boy leaned over Will, forearms framing the younger’s face, their chests and stomach touching.

“You’re a good omega.” Adam stated and slowly brought his hips forward, cock slipping easily into the sloppy slick mess of Will’s hole. 

Will made such nice noises, Adam noted as he thought about it. He wasn’t against sex. He didn’t dislike it but he could take it or leave it. Especially topping. When him and Nigel had sex it was different. Nigel took care of him, he didn’t take care of anyone else. 

Will cried out and wrapped his arms around Adam’s boney back, he clenched up, slick dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath him. 

“Adam! ‘S in me, you're in me.” Will whimpered and crossed his legs together behind Adam’s bum, pulling him to stay as deep inside as possible. Adam nuzzled into Will’s soft neck. 

“I can’t give you a knot, Will.” Adam stated and Will nodded, holding onto the older omega tightly. Adam thrusted as much as Will would allow, more just pushing himself against Will. 

“Can.. Adam wanna…” Will tried to get out but he just ended up whining pitifully and clenching tightly around the hot cock inside him. 

“Can we kiss more?” Will asked finally, big eyes meeting Adam’s, well he was looking at Adam who was looking off to the side but close enough. Adam smiled and leaned down to sweetly kiss Will’s lips. 

Will was hungry for it though and soon they laid against one another, tongues caressing each other, hands wondering, penetration abandoned for rubbing against each other, slick mingling. 

By the time they’d both warmed up and snuggled into a sleepy haze Will calmed down and tears no longer rolled from his eyes. 

Hannibal was happy to see his boy so comfy, Nigel was happy to see his mate finally getting some decent sleep. They’d tossed a blanket over the omega’s and decided they’d be fine by themselves in the library for a little longer…

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It was a usual thing. Each time his heat rolled around Will packed his bag and Nigel came to pick him up and he’d return Will a few days later, fresh and happy. 

At least that’s how it lasted till after Will graduated and started taking online college classes. Then occasionally the two would come to House Lecter and well that was fine until June. For some reason Will was getting less and less content until he popped. 

“Get the fuck off of me! I’m not a fucking toy! Stop picking at me! You’re not my mate, you’re just using me like a fucking fleshlight! I didn’t even fucking want you in the first place, why don’t you just just fucking go away!” Will screamed as he hit at Nigel’s arms where the alpha had come over to scent the boy while he worked. Nigel stepped back and snarled, how dare an omega be so insolent!

“It’s okay Will, If you even wanna play more though just call. Nigel I want dinner, I’m hungry.” Adam said as he walked through, gameboy in hand. He didn’t even look up. Nigel followed behind him. Just as they pulled on their shoes Hannibal came down the stairs. 

“What was that? Will, why are you being so rude?” Hannibal asked but Adam stopped him. Nigel left to leave and Adam stood between the beta and the boy. 

“You should call Mr. Vizla. I think Will might need to have a visit to Papa. I think it would help. Bye bye Hanni.” Adam said and got on his tiptoes and gave Hannibal a kiss on the cheek. 

Will was already crying and Hannibal hugged him. So emotional, his little Will, so emotional. 

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“Sweetheart, we’re going on a trip. This is for the betterment of us both. Montana, I’ve rented a cabin for as long as needed. We’re going, no argument, and we are going to be meeting someone who’s very close to me.” Hannibal said as he stood in Will’s doorway. The boy was laying in bed, he’d been running a small fever, he hadn’t heated in the months since he’d stopped seeing Adam and Nigel. 

“Daddy, I don’t wanna. What’s there in Montana?” Will asked and Hannibal came over to pet Will’s hair. He was really hoping he wouldn’t regret letting Will near the older man, letting Will near one of the only people Hannibal had ever hunted with, who willingly asked for Hannibal’s cooking even after he knew. The one person who fed into Hannibal’s indulgences. 

“Someone special. A nice little cabin by a lake, it’s a vacation. Trust me, Will.” Hannibal said quiet and Will rolled over to his side and purred. Hannibal kept running his fingers through his boy’s hair for a little longer, enjoying the fluffy mess. Once he knew the omega was asleep he left the room, quietly closing the door. 

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“Woah… I love this daddy! Can I go fishing? Oh and for a walk this weather is so good, why haven’t we come here before!” Will said as he dropped his duffle bags and flopped down on the couch that was covered in a rustic printed blanket. Hannibal sighed happily and looked through the kitchen. Duncan said he fixed it up and left some food there for them. 

“Even the air smells so fresh and ugh good, I just wanna go roll in the dirt!” Will said and trilled when Hannibal ruffled his hair. 

Hannibal sat one in the arm chair and looked out over the lake. The view was wonderful, the puff of smoke coming from the porch of the opposite house made it all that more enticing. He’d cross the lake once Will was to bed. 

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Will had never slept so well in his life. The air here, the smells, the sound of the water against the rocks, it was like a glove that fit him perfectly . He’d spent the first few days exploring, sitting beside the water with his shoes off reading, fishing, going on walks into the woods, and lots of just sitting sniffing the air. There was this scent in the air, something not so natural. Something like cigarettes and gunpowder and sweat and… Well one day the breeze was going and Will had the bathroom window pulled open and… he could help but shove a few fingers inside himself. The scent alone was nearly enough alone to put Will into a heat. 

---

Hannibal spent days reading, working on his ipad, and going off on his own. Will didn’t know there was another hunting lodge only a mile or so away. Hannibal felt alive, really alive . He hunted, carved, really took time and enjoyed it. He snuck away to Duncan’s cabin and talked for hours, snuggling in with the older alpha, sharing long heated kisses, occasionally sneaking a hand down to make Duncan relax a bit. 

This trip really was paying off. 

Especially when one morning Will woke up in heat. He was burning up, slick dripping down his legs where he stood, waiting for Hannibal. His daddy had woken him up and told him to get dressed, Will did even as the waves of need rolled over him with more and more power. 

Barely pulled into a pair of now soaked jeans, a hoodie, and his sneakers without any socks. Will was whining, knees pressed together, arms crossed over his belly. Hannibal was taking his time, he wanted Will ready when they got to Duncan’s. 

“Daddy, come on, where are we even goin?” Will whined and Hannibal guided him out the door and toward the car. Hannibal pushed Will into the seat and climbed into the driver's side. 

“We’re visiting my good friend. He lives there, across the water. Duncan Vizla, I told him about you. You’re gonna go meet him and see what you think.” Hannibal explained and Will kicked his feet, whining, arm still wrapped around his belly. 

“Stupid! No! I wanna-” Will said, full of frustration before letting out a scream and kicking the dash and slamming his body back against the seat a few times. Hannibal swallowed and kept his eyes forward. He’d seen Will scenting up the air, knowing Duncan had an… acquired smell. 

--

“William Henry Graham get out of the car.” Hannibal said in a threatening low voice. Will had been fighting him off every time he tried to get the boy to walk the few feet to the door. 

“No! I hate you! I hate you! Go ‘way!” Will screamed and kicked some more. He’d soaked the seat through now, stomach cramping and twisting in pain instead of washing with waves of need. Hannibal sighed and was about to just get Will in some kind of hold and carry him in, but he heard the front door of the cabin open and close behind him. 

Will reacted immediately, eyes opening, tears falling down his face as his arms reached out. He pushed himself out of the car like he was being pulled toward the older man like a magnet. 

“Papa, Alpha ” Will cried out and then suddenly he was on the ground, his knees first and then pushing his forehead into the soft dirt. The older man made his way down the few steps and then stood over the boy’s body. Will fell onto his side, arms wrapped around his belly and knees drawing up to his chest. He forced his eyes open….

--

It had been years since he’d heated in a hospital. The last time he had to be around the clock monitored. He’d been throwing himself down trying to get an orgasm to calm himself down, stressed out and moving frantically under the covers, the whole room smelled like burning chemicals, frantic omega. He gave up with a huff and the nurse who’d been working on a computer leaned back in her chair and sighed too. 

“Ya know, How about we try something else. Something that’s helped me in heat when I was a kid like you. Wanna try?” She’d offered and leaned forward onto her arms on the desk. Will huffed for a second and agreed. Worth a shot, he thought. 

“Close your eyes and picture the perfect mate, someone you wanna spend your whole life with.” The nurse said and Will tried to picture it. He could see it sort of… not a picture perfect future but something. Napping in their lap, sex, getting pet by them, sex, taking baths together, and of course mating heat sex. 

“Can you see ‘em? Describe them.” The nurse said and Will started to move again under the blanket. He tried to picture something but… someone he didn’t even know started to show in his mind. He could see him but… had they even ever met?

“It’s um.. It’s a man. Tall, strong, he’s uh, he’s got big strong hands. He’s… handsome. Really handsome. He’s, ah fuck, he’s got a beard and mustach and stuff and he’s hairy. His arms and chest and belly. His hair’s all black and silver. He’s older, strong. Oh god, oh my god. Um, um, he, he’d take care of me. Like I was a real ‘mega. Oh, oh my god, yeah, he’d be so nice to me! He’d, he’d fuck me like a real alpha!” Will finished and he tensed up, twitching. The orgasm taking the edge off and making him feel calmer. 

“Didn’t take you as an age gapper. Looks like you’re on the hunt for a silver fox!” The nurse teased and giggled. Will huffed at himself, he didn’t even know this dream man but here he was cumming to the image of him. 

“I didn’t know either”

-- 

Will thought back to that as he stared up at the man he’d knotted himself to the image of. His brain was mushy, his body on fire with incredible need, and there he was. 

Tall, strong, silver fox. 

“ Papa ” Will sobbed and reached out to grab any part of the man who had his arms crossed looking down like he was looking at gum on the street. Will grabbed onto one of his ankles, the man was barefoot, Will felt like just touching his skin calmed him. 

“He’s a bit small.” Said the man in a deep deep voice. 

“He’s begging, please, Dunc, just… please? Give him a chance.” Hannibal pleaded and Will sobbed out. He just wanted to be taken care of in this perfect place by this perfect man. 

“Hannibal, go back to your place. Don’t call, don’t come over here. I’ll call you when I’m done.” Duncan said to the younger man. He’d never put up with Hannibal’s controlling nature. 

“Alright just… be careful with him.” Hannibal said as he climbed back in the car and drove off. Duncan waited until Hannibal was out of the driveway to pick up the little sobbing omega, holding him against his chest. 

“Hello, little one. Aren’t you the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Come on then, Papa’s gonna make it better.” Duncan said and Will trilled happily and rutted up against that alpha. Will was taking in big huffing breaths of the alpha’s scent. 

“Pa,papa, smell so good. Alpha, alpha, alpha” Will grumbled and rubbed himself anywhere he could. Arms against shoulders, feet and ankles against hips and thighs, chest against chest. 

---

“ God! My fucking guts, papa so fucking big!” Will cried out as Duncan sat him down full onto his cock. Will held onto the older man’s shoulders as he shook, body putting so much effort into just making room for Duncan’s cock. 

They were sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace by the window. Duncan, stripped bare of his shirt but pants just pulled down around his cock, and Will stripped down bare. Will was straddling him, knees shoved into the chair’s cushion on each side of the alpha’s hips. His hands had wandered across the fuzzy front of the man, Will particularly liked the hair around his belly button, soft and thin. 

“Good baby, gonna take my knot? Come on, just a little bit” Duncan harshly grumbled into Will’s ear and grabbed two handfuls of Will’s soft ass and lifted in a little over an inch and pushed him back down. The boy let out a squeak and squeezed his knees together, trying not to clench around the huge thing sitting inside him. 

“C-can’t, too big, can’t m-move” Will whimpered and just tried not to let himself get ripped open. He felt like he was filled past the bring twice . Duncan hummed, vibrating in his chest causing Will to arch and rub his chest against the alpha’s, the coarse hair feeling wonderful against Will’s soft sensitive nipples. 

Duncan lifted the boy up again, only a few inches, and pushed him back down. Will yelled out and held on tightly to the alpha’s shoulders, nails digging in. 

The alpha made a rhythm and kept it, up and down. Will had leaked down to the floor, a puddle forming under them. 

“Good pup, daddy’s good little puppy” Duncan whispered into Will’s ear and that only caused the boy to gush out more slick, crying out and digging his nails into Duncan’s shoulders. 

Will was letting out sobbing long wanton moans, broken at each thrust down. His body creating a sweet little place for Duncan to fuck. The older man hadn’t felt so so good in so long, he hadn’t knotted anyone in… too long. 

Long enough so that when his knot began to swell he stopped lifting and pushing the boy to simply holding him tightly against his chest and thrusting up into him in short little ticks. 

“Knot me! Knot me! Gimme it please please please alpha alpha ” Will cried out and his muscles started their own matching rhythm of clenching and milking, trying to get their fill. Duncan grunted with the last few thrusts, his knot snagging on Will’s slicked snug little hole. 

When the knot finally tied them together, no longer being able to be popped back out, Will bit down. He drove his teeth into the alpha’s shoulder as his thick cum pumped into him, filling him so perfectly. He felt… so far away by the time his jaw unclenched and his teeth unclamped. 

Duncan was in heaven. Such a cute little thing. So tight, so warm, so welcoming. He leaned back in his chair, Will falling against his chest, asleep and muscles still trying to milk the last few drops of cum from Duncan’s cock.

“Good pup, good omega” Duncan whispered and kissed Will’s forehead and peaked down at his belly. Will had a small pooch, a little puffy pocket full of cum. Duncan put his hand there, he could feel himself still pushing against the boy’s insides. Will whimpered a bit and tried to turn but his legs were stuck. 

“Okay puppy, bend your leg…” Duncan instructed and moved the boy around, still held down to him by the knot, to sit sideways in his lap. Will immediately curled up and laid his head onto Duncan’s shoulder. Snuggling in. Just like his father, Duncan thought, which caused a smile on his lips as he pulled the quilt from the floor beside them. He tossed it over them and tucked it around Will. He could already feel himself getting soft but his knot held them together still. He wasn’t a young man but Will seemed satisfied. 

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Hannibal was happy to receive a hushed call saying they were done and Will was sleeping. He came in and Will was snuggled into Duncan’s lap, purring and drooling a bit against his chest. 

“Bring him back. He’s a good puppy.” Duncan said and pet Will’s wild hair. 

“Bring him home. He smells even better.” Hannibal said and leaned down to place a kiss on Will’s head and then a short peck to Duncan’s lips. 

“Now then! Dinner!” Hannibal said and began to carry in cooler bags in and busy himself in the kitchen.

[scrapheapchallenge]

"Just Neil Gaiman being wholesome again" but also Rob Wilkins being extra wholesome too! On Tuesday evening I went to this talk https://living-knowledge-network.co.uk/library/the-worlds-of-terry-pratchett By Rob Wilkins and Neil Gaiman.

Neil was co-author of "Good Omens" with Sir Terry Pratchett, and they collaborrated on many other books together here and there, just not sharing co-author status too - read this article for more info: http://www.elizabethcallaway.net/good-omens-stylometry?fbclid=IwAR2hVnd8aTYFBZqphk8SzYt8j1NucBl5mUxbDscF3kljQ9Bpuq2leUW2S6I Confirmed by Neil yet again on Tuesday.

Rob Wilkins was Terry's PA, and now manages his estate, as his representative. He also wrote "A life in footnotes" - the official biography of Terry.

On Tuesday evening, I arrived at the British Library very early, and was guided up to the Piggot Theatre lobby to wait by a security person, so I was there before anyone else, including Rob. All the staff were absolutely lovely. When they noticed there weren't any gaps for wheelchair spaces in the audotorium, facilities engineers were summoned and made short work of unbolting a set of 3 seats to make a wheelchair space for myself and another wheelchair user who turned up later.

Then Rob turned up, carrying a mannequin, Terry's leather jacket, scarf, hat, and other stuff.

Now the email we recieved before the event said that Neil wouldn't have time to do any signings that evening, although they didn't mention Rob, so I asked him if he might be able to sign my copy of "a life in footnotes".

He happily said yes, and once he'd sorted his things out, he came back out to chat to me for a while and OMG he was the loveliest person EVER!

I gave him a print I'd signed of my ink portrait of the Bentley, and some stickers of my other Bentley illustrations, and he said "WAIT! I have presents for you too! I'll be right back!" Then rushed off to the green room. (Below are the ink portrait, then I gave him small stickers of the "this is fine" flaming Bentley - which I was also wearing on my t-shirt that day - and my most recent digital portrait of Crowley and the Bentley - and yes it is all hand drawn, not a photo manipulation, feel free to zoom in. A couple of years separate these 3 drawings and I'd been working hard on learning photorealism.)

He came back and gave me Terry and Neil badges, which he explained you only get if you meet them in person. I had met Terry (and incidentally Rob as well) years ago at a book signing, plus I met Neil, albeit briefly, on Tuesday as he came through the lobby and said hello.

He was happy to chat and especially about cars, which he also loves. He confirmed that I was 100% correct about the "2 whole cars and a cab for CGI" between seasons 1 and 2, and that the interior colour change is nothing to do with plot it legitimately is just continuity errors if they forgot to cover the new Bentley's new seats with covers matching the old Bentley's orange ones. (The cab only also has orange leather seats).

When I told him about this year's RREC (Rolls Royce Enthusiast's Club - also for Bentleys) Christmas card design, he was delighted, and asked to take a photo of the image I had of one on my phone because he wants to order some as well.

I showed him my re-usable coffee cup from "give me coffee or give me death" which we were given on the set tour, and which I had Sir Derek Jacobi sign at a comic con the other week. Rob thought that was wonderful, and then did something extra sweet...

He asked me "if you're ok trusting me with this for a little while, would you like me to sneak it back to the green room to ask Neil to sign it for you as well? Then I'll come and find you afterwards to give it back again."

HELL YES! I couldn't believe it! I hadn't wanted to ask because we'd been told that Neil wouldn't be signing things due to lack of time, so for Rob to spontaneously make the offer was not something I was expecting. He did also take my Occult Edition of Good Omens to ask if Neil would sign that as well.

I didn't fully expect that he would, and was prepared for him to come back later and say "sorry he was too busy", and that would have been fine, but no: Neil DID sign them both!

Neil writing "burn this (big fancy) book!" was a spin on how Terry used to sign copies of Good Omens: "burn this book" - which is actually embossed on the rear cover of this edition.

Later, Rob also signed it for me, as did Colin Smythe, who was Terry's publisher and lifelong friend.

We were sitting at the front, only about 7 or 8 feet from Neil, the talk was wonderful, we laughed, we cried a little, and Terry was with us in the form of the mannequin with his jacket, scarf, and hat (which are also on set of Good Omens at all times while filming, and also even during rehersals/table reads - so he's always present.)

Rob is honestly so bloody wholesome, he was hugging a lot of people, and ever so sweet, taking time to chat to other people as the venue filled up, and stayed behind to sign things and talk to other folks as well.

I also got to chat to Dr Pat Harkin and Dr Jan Clarke, who were the researchers who spent months of hard work tracking down Terry's lost short stories in the national archives in Boston Spa, which were released in a compliation book "A stroke of the pen." If I'd known that they'd be there as well, I'd have taken that book and asked them to sign it too. They were in the audience and sitting next to us with Colin Smythe. I was truly surrounded by Pratchett royalty, and everyone, without exception, was SO friendly and lovely.

I had done two prints of the Bentley drawing and stickers, for Rob and for Neil, in case I got chance to give them to them, and when I gave Rob his, I said I had some for Neil as well, and again, he OFFERED to take them to give them to Neil for me.

Although I didn't get chance to thank Neil in person, I wanted to reach out to let him know I was very grateful for his kindness as well, so sent him a message via his "ask" channel, although not with an expectaction of reply - just for him to see privately and know that I was appreciative. But he chose to actually publish it as a public reply, which was lovely of him. I hadn't wanted to thank him publicly just in case he didn't want others to know that he had signed some items after all. I'd been expecting to have to wait until he did a proper public appearance with signing at a comic con or something - although with him living in the USA, not the UK, I may have had to wait a long time.

So I guess the answer is to getting an autograph - turn up 2 hours early, and be very VERY nice and polite to Rob Wilkins 😅 (but also don't expect results - I didn't, it just sort of happened).

[multific]

One Week

Kai Anderson x DarkWitch!Reader

Summary: Crystal balls, a black cat and candles... this place couldn't be more stereotypical. 

Kai once again found himself scrolling the web instead of sleeping.

Looking for anything interesting or something that could help his plan.

An ad did catch his eye, fortune telling.

'Fortune telling, 100% accurate or your money back.'

He scoffed at the obvious scam before continuing his search.

About five minutes later, the same ad popped up.

Now he wasn't too surprised, ads are a pain in the ass but as he tried to click to close it, he opened it instead.

And from then on, he wasn't even sure what he was doing. The next thing he knew, he had an email confirmation coming through for the appointment he booked.

Kai was honestly shocked with himself, he could be doing better things and yet, he stood in front of a black door. But then he thought, many people believed in these things. So, he could use it to his advantage to manipulate.

He knocked once before the door opened.

His eyes locked with yours.

"Hi, Andrew right?" and he then remembered he put a fake name in, he simply nodded and you guided him inside.

Crystal balls, a black cat and candles... this place couldn't be more stereotypical even if you tried.

He let out a long sigh.

"So, which one are you?"

"Sorry?" he turned to look at you sitting at the small table in the middle of the room.

"The sceptic or the hopeful?" you asked as he took a seat. "Ah, sceptic. Alright, what would you like to know?"

"The future." he simply said as he looked at your crystal ball.

"You are a smart man. Very smart indeed, I bet you came here to laugh at me and figure out my 'scam'. But your first mistake was putting in a fake name." Kai just watched you, did you break into his email? His computer? 

No.

"You plan on ruling the world but your little group is not going to be enough. You will go to prison and then a girl will shoot you, dead. The great leader... gone."

"How can you know that? You are just a scammer who prays on vulnerable people."

"Oh, how ironic isn't it? You will fail. Alone, you will, but if you want, I can help."

"How?"

"I already brought the Apocalypse to the world a while ago, but Michael died and... you don't need to know that. It's enough if you know that I possess powers and I'm looking for a new partner to cause mayhem with."

"Why should I believe you? For all I know you can be a cop." he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.

You smiled Kai felt a shiver as all candles went out in the room, it was now completely dark. Then when everything came back, you sat with a book in front of you.

"You might not be the Anti-Christ, but you will do." he was confused. "Men are easy creatures, they can be led by their cock. You are much the same, but you are also smart. I like smart because when your inevitable end comes, you will try and blame it all on me, you would stab me behind my back. I love the thrill of betrayal. I tried getting your attention but you are so blind." you looked down at the book and Kai looked around the room.

"Alright, where is the camera?"

"In the bedroom, if you want to get kinky, you could film it." you said not even looking at him.

"Very funny. So you say that no matter what, I would die."

"Yes, however, you can die a loser who never achieved his goal or you can die a leader."

"And how would you be able to help me?" you smiled as you looked at him.

"I can easily confuse and manipulate people. I can make them do things they don't want to."

"Then why won't you rule the world?"

"Alone? What's the fun in that? I will tell you how it will go. You accept my offer, but not now. No, you will go home and do your research. You will find out more about me, about the people I killed. Then you will think about it, you will think for two days and then come back here. Exactly one week from now, you will knock on that door to accept my offer to be your partner. Why? Because I want to see this world burn. You will come in here, tell me your silly conditions including a little thing where you make me promise I won't let anyone kill you. Then you will take me to the previously mentioned bed because I do need proof that I will have a great time with you."

Kai was speechless, a rather rare occasion.

You smiled at him before turning back to your book.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Y/N. Previously known as Y/N Langdon, Michael Langdon's wife, but in this timeline, I never even met him so... I'm only Y/N but I'm open on becoming Y/N Anderson."

"You are crazy."

"Indeed. Crazy, insane, manipulative, dangerous, a murderer, delusional, cunning, smart and powerful." Kai looked at you, well, what he could see above the table.

"You are perfect." he said out loud but he didn't mean to.

You only smiled.

"You are just as perfect for me, you will see. I'm loyal and I can be kind." You stood up and went towards the front door, Kai followed you, he only now noticed you truly, your beautiful curves, your scent and just how smooth your skin looked, truly divine.

You opened the front door and looked at him.

"See you after a week. Let me just say this, you will doubt me, question my intentions, but why would I try to harm you? I could have killed you in your home many times or at the gym. I am just like any other girl. I just want to have fun." you smiled as he left, and you closed the door behind him. Now, the wait begins. 

---

Now you were cursing yourself, you didn't need this many crystal balls... but the site you ordered from had a sale and you couldn't say no. 

They were completely useless anyway, just a nice way to decorate your home with. 

It also didn't help that the house you 'bought' was not the biggest.

You wanted a big house, somewhere you can fit your stuff. Stuff you certainly didn't steal...

You took a look in your closet, trying to find something to wear, you wanted to head out and get some rich guy to buy you dinner.

Just as you put on your favourite dress, you headed for the door, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror as you opened the door.

You almost ran into him, he was raising his hand to knock just as you opened it.

"Oh, Kai." you turned back, looking at the clock on your wall. He was right on time, you just kept yourself too busy to notice that the week was already gone.

"I came as you said I would, I made my decision... as you said I would and I have conditions, but you already knew that, so, let's get inside I'll tell you my rules and then we can fuck."

"How romantic."

"You want romance?" he was genuinely surprised.

"Flowers, chocolate and all that."

"I'm not the kind of guy."

You smirked, "You will be." you said before you let him into your house.

Exactly like how you did a week ago.

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Day 20~ 9:40 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

Downey came pounding on the door this morning. I was still asleep and grouched as I rolled out of bed. I stumbled down the stairs and opened the door, barely getting 'good-morning' through my lips before he was pushing past me.

"Well I have good news." Downey proclaimed, "A lot of it actually."

He was already dressed in a navy blue suit, his hair perfectly styled in that annoying way. His tinted glasses were on his face as well. He made a beeline straight for the kitchen, starting up the coffee maker and pulling food out of the refrigerator to make eggs.

"What, you didn't eat before you came here?" I grouched, slumping into the kitchen chair, rubbing my eyes.

"No. This is for you." Downey said in a perfectly uncaring manner. "After you go upstairs, shave, shower, and get dressed. You'll want to. We're going out."

I could've argued with him. As it was, I asked if he was my nanny and he told me someone had to take care of me because I obviously wasn't doing it. I wondered why he didn't ask where Margarita was. Maybe he already knew I'd broken things off with her.

I didn't argue, going upstairs and taking a fairly long shower. I shaved and soaped up. I kind've liked the long hair thing I was doing for Bucky Barnes. Y/N had liked it too. Maybe that's why I hadn't cut it yet.

Marvel productions had been stopped. Fans were worrying that it would be the last Marvel movie ever. I figured it wouldn't. Stan Lee didn't think it was the last one either. But I did know I wouldn't be playing Bucky Barnes.

I should probably look into selling this house. I had money stocked away, but this was the sort of house millionaires could afford. I doubted whatever job I got after this wasn't going to be paying half as well.

I got dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. I headed downstairs, pulling my hair into a slight man bun.

The eggs were done and tasted fairly good. I was surprised Downey could cook.

"Alright, what's the good news Robert?" I asked as I ate.

"First off, Christina Bobb, that's the lawyer that's going to represent you, she's already uncovered confidential emails, not only between both Anthony and Joe, but also between several other millionaires and celebrities. There was a lot of money put into this. She's also discovered- with the help of a few other lawyers- that it was never meant to be a Marvel Movie."

"I think that was pretty obvious." I grunted out.

"It was some sort of psychology project that was being funded by some of the Middle Eastern Governments and also one of the South American and one European Government. I don't know all of the psychological terms or what they meant, but in the short run, it sounds like it was to see how kids could react under different types of pressure. How one feels being singled out, how another feels if they're underlooked or given more attention. How they'll react if given advantages and disadvantages. It's disgusting really."

I just nodded. I knew that if I said something about having been there, about seeing it in reality, I was going to get that sympathetic look.

And the talk about seeing a therapist.

I didn't need a bloody therapist. I needed confirmation that Y/N had made it back alright. Anywhere in the United States, but I just needed to know she was safe, with her family.

"Is there any more news?" I asked.

"Mrs. Bobb is ninety-nine percent certain that we'll win the case. There were a lot of arrests made when the police swept through that facility. They've also got the man who almost raped Y/N, thought you'd want to know that. You can see him if you want. I've already prepared to pay a small bribe for them to turn their head so you can punch him across the face if you want. Just kidding, I barely had to pay anything. He's scum and they hate him."

"Well that does make me feel a bit better. If you'd told me that in the beginning, I would've worn a suit." I responded.

"We also get our checks even though the movie was never made." Robert said, pulling out an envelope and tossing it on my table. "$345 Mil."

I looked at him. "What?"

"Yep. They divided up the funds. Don't worry, Y/N and all of the other one-hundred and twenty other families already got their money. Not that it probably does anything for them. Y/N's mother already said she'd trade the money for her daughter. I don't blame her. If my daughter or son went missing I'd give everything I had for them back." Robert said.

"Yeah, me too." I murmured. I had no kids, but I thought it might be the same with wives. Or at least lovers.

Not that I could really call Y/N my lover.

"Oh yeah." Robert added as an afterthought. "And they found Y/N."

I choked on my next mouthful of eggs. "YOU TELL ME THAT PART LAST?! YOU BASTARD! WHERE IS SHE? WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW! OH MY GOD IS SHE OKAY? IS SHE HURT? WERE HER FRIENDS WITH HER? WHERE DID THEY FIND HER? HOW LONG AGO WAS SHE FOUND?"

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you right away. Wanted to give you a chance to eat and get cleaned up. She's in a hospital in Pahrump, Nevada. The other three girls are with them. Their families are already being flown out there. Evans and Hiddleston are already waiting on the jet as we speak. Benedict said he wanted to join us, I hope that's alright with you."

"Yeah, sure, let's go." I said, getting up from the table.

Robert said nothing, getting up and leading me out of the house. We drove in silence to the airport, and then no one said much of anything on the jet either.

I was going to see her. I wondered if she would even want to see me. My stomach felt like it was rolling in turmoil and I cursed Robert for making me eat.

"She's safe at least." Chris said next to me. He was being unusually serious and quiet. "That's something if anything else."

I nodded. "I know. I'm thankful for just that."

It was much to soon, and yet, not soon enough before the plane was landing in Nevada.

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[digitalmidnight]

Overall experience with going to the Kirby Cafe in Tokyo

Retelling my personal experience with booking and going to the Kirby café (it's really good)

Reservations

To get a reservation, I had to get to their reservation website asap and sign up for a time. To get a reservation in September, I had to make a reservation early in August. By the time I got to the page, the only time available for the Kirby Cafe that overlapped with the trip was the latest time slot for Sept. 1st. Because my timezone is PST, I had to stay up until 2am to do the reservation.

Hardest part I came across was having to write my name in Katakana because I didn't have any easy access to a katakana keyboard. I was able to find one only and copy and paste it in. The reservation website has an English option, so there wasn't any confusion on my part (though the English was a little broken at times).

They also asked if it was for a birthday and if there was any requests. I said no, however I am curious what would have happened if I lied and said yes.

Emails

After booking the reservation, I got an email confirmation with a code, number of people, and the fact I didn't make any requests for a birthday or anything.

A few nights before I did get an email saying stuff about a time change, which alarmed me, until I saw the email say the last time to change reservations was in 2021. It was an email from Covid times, and my time slot for the Kirby Cafe was still safe.

And then, the night before, I got another email reminder. It said the same thing as the previous email.

Arriving

The Kirby Cafe is located under the Tokyo Skytree, at the very base. It's outside, but it's still semi-connected to the big mall there.

Kirby and Waddle Dee are there to greet you, and you can see Whispy Woods through the window. There was a person who was getting people's reservation stuff. We asked them and they confirmed who we were then told us to come back 5 minutes before our time.

Kirby Cafe store in the mall

Inside the mall there's a separate Kirby Cafe giftshop with slightly different things to the gift shop in the restaurant.

It's located right across from the Pokémon center. There's some Kirby stuff in there that isn't related to the Kirby Cafe, like a dreamy gears puzzle and some of the newest Kirby light novels (I couldn't read it, but I snuck a few peeks at the Samurai Kirby light novel)

Strangely, there's another store near a different entrance to the same mall that sells Game and Anime stuff that had more general Kirby stuff than the Cafe shop. It's where I got Bandana Waddle Dee! There's also Kirby stuff in lots and lots of stores in Japan, so it's not too hard to find Kirby stuff. The Cafe will also be limited with characters besides Kirby, Chef Waddle Dee and Chef Kawasaki.

That said, the Cafe had lots of cute merchandise only available at the Cafe that was really good. I got this cute metal cup sleeve to keep my drinks cool there and a summer tote bag with Kirby swimming! There's also a Gacha machine with pins and small standees, so I recommend at least checking it out!

The receipt has a random cute Kirby picture! The clerk noticed the sheer amount of Waddle Dee on my person and said they liked Waddle Dee too and then pointed out my receipt also had Waddle Dee! They also took out the item I bought and confirmed with me that was the one I wanted.

The Cafe store also had drinks to buy! It comes with a kirby straw. Kirby can be taken off the straw and kept. (Kirby straw not in picture). The drink was really good and had jelly and whole pineapples in it. I got to pick the flavor, but not the design on top. (We went to the mall twice. Didn't get drink same day as Kirby Cafe.)

Going inside

Before we went inside we were sat on stools and the person explained some stuff in Japanese (then to us and another group in English). We could only order 1 Kirby Car cake and 1 lemon Parfait per group. Then we were brought in individually.

There's a photo station near the entrance with Kirby, Waddle Dee and some props! My parents got pics of me and my brother, then they took a picture of all of us (and I was complimented on my Waddle dee bag again)

We were then brought to our table and given the menu. It had the exact same items as on the website, so I already knew what I was getting. There's also a star that tells you what food comes with souvenirs next to the food with it, and you can choose which souvenier dish you want when there's multiple! We were able to quickly order, then were encouraged to take photos of the store.

We were also given water cups that the staff would refill during our stay. Not a lot of places do that here in Japan, so we were pleasantly surprised and grateful (especially with the heat and humidity)

The store was cute. The music was lively, yet calming. Everyone sounded joyous, including the staff. Whispy woods was dressed for summer and there were Itty bitty kirbys and Waddle Dees everywhere. There was this display with shadows that sometimes had the chefs get sucked up by Kirby or had Chef Kawasaki peek over jokingly. The lights were warm colored and there was fake vines and a chalkboard inside. It very much had a cafe vibe, while still being very kirby themed.

Speaking of the staff, they were all great. The ones that came to us spoke great English and were very helpful. They all pointed out the Kirby stuff some of us had on and helped explain anything that needed to be to my parents. They made doubly sure what we ordered was correct. There was no chance of miscommunication. They were wearing either Pink and Blue Hawaiian shirts with pineapples on them (no distinction between Gender. There were more blue shirts worn than pink, strangely.)

The food

Oh my goodness the food was amazing.

We received our drinks first. I ordered the iced chocolate au lait (basically, iced hot chocolate. Tasted just like chocolate milk) with Waddle Dee art and my mother ordered Doctor Kirbys secret research soda. The secret research soda includes instructions which you get to keep and the staff help explain to you what to do. You mix liquids in a potion and the eventually pour the potion over cotton candy into a big drink. My mom had fun doing it, and apparently it tasted delicious! There's videos of people doing it on YouTube. For privacy reasons, there's no Pic of it here, but rest assured that it was very very cool.

We all received our food at the same time. I only got 1 slice of pizza and my plate with the Waddle Dee burger, so I'll only talk about that.

The Waddle Dee Burger Meal was probably one of the best burgers I ever tasted. When I ordered it, I was apprehensive but willing to try it. I was weary because I'm not the biggest fan of Avocado, Chowder or Mushrooms, and I'm unfortunately very picky with texture.

The stars were tator tots and were as expected. The mushrooms on the pasta were eaten by my mother, so I have no comment on that. The pasta was pretty good, but I didn't quite get a taste of what flavor that star was. The chowder, which my Dad mistakenly told me was clam chowder, was actually a buttery corn chowder and tasted really good.

Now, for the burger itself, that thing bested my expectations. The meat itself was smaller yet thicker than a typical American burger. There were 3 slices(?) of avocado in it, cooked, and the bun was orange. I was fully expecting the sort of mediocre burger back home, with weird chunks in the meat, cooked veggies with a weird aftertaste, and for the bun to taste wholly of artificial flavorings.

The bun tasted like a bun. The color didn't give it a weird flavor. It was just a bun. The avocados were also barely tasted. They tasted good and different to what a normal avocado tastes like, so I assume some flavoring of some sort was added. The meat was fully cooked without any charred bits, and while soft it stayed together. It was moist to a point. I almost wonder if they mixed cheese or something into it. The flavor was great and not overwhelming in any direction. It was also the opposite of crunchy (which is why I'm calling it soft. The food isn't fuzzy it's just not crunchy). Each bite was easy to take. It was really, really good and I ate the whole thing very quickly.

I also had one slice of the four cheese pizza. My family devoured the rest of the half and half pizza before I was able to finish my burger and I had to plead to let me have at least one slice of the pizza. The four cheese pizza also tasted good, but was also soft. While this worked with the burger, it was a struggle to eat the pizza because it was floppy. The pizza was good. No cheese aftertaste which I get on the pizza back home. The honey it was served with worked very well. There wasn't really crust on top.

After dinner they cleared the plates and served desert. I was given the Lemon Parfait, but had to split it with the family because of the layers and wanting some room to try the Kirby Car Cake. The parfait was good! First I struggled to eat it because it looked too good, then I struggled because it was hard to scoop the ice cream on top without it sinking into the jelly around it.

I ended up getting the ice cream onto a different plate with one scoop of the spoon, then handed it to my brother who ate the part of the parfait with lemon slices. It was apparently good but he eats the whole lemon slice when given a drink with it on the side so... the ice cream itself was good. It had bits of sugar and mint on it and was a cool lemon flavor. The bottom of the parfait had more jelly and frozen grapes, which also tasted great.

The car cake jelly was soft. Now I know I keep saying everything at this cafe was soft, and I need to keep saying it because it surprised me. The cake looks like it should be hard given how shaped it was, but it's a bit softer than typical jelly and was strawberry flavored. His feet were bits of apple, the small stars sugar sprinkles, and his wheels chocolate. It also wasn't as sugary sweet as American cake, which is a good thing. It tasted like strawberry and vanilla without any artificially sweet aftertaste. I'd definitely advocate for getting and trying the cake. The cake is also different with the seasons, this one is summer's cake.

Paying

We got our bill along with all the souvenir stuff from the meal (already wrapped in boxes for protection on the plane) and went to the register in the gift shop. The gift shop was small, but had many things Kirby. Only Kirby Cafe stuff though.

I was able to get this cute glasses holder for my glasses. It came with a Waddle dee glasses cleaning cloth and was the perfect size for my bag. I also got this adorable Keychain for my bag (not Waddle dee this time. It was random and I got a sleepy kirby)

The only not Kirby cafe thing there was Magolor, who was by the cash register. The receipt also had a random kirby picture on the bottom. We paid for our food, said our thanks, and left.

Overall thoughts

It was great and I'm so happy I went. I'd say definitely try to go if you are a big Kirby fan. The food was good and cute. The menu changes with the seasons and games. The staff were nice and probably spoke the most English out of anywhere we had gone. The food itself far exceeded my expectations (and I'm a picky eater) so I'd say try it even if you aren't sure you'd like it.

The cafe is hard to get reservations for. However, I wouldn't feel too sad if you are unable to go. You can still get a Kirby drink and cafe items from the main mall store. There's also Kirby Cafe takeout items, so you can still get food and a souvenir!

The staff are all very nice and sweet, but if you are wearing anything Kirby expect to be perceived. I didn't mind it cause I dressed up specifically to be perceived, yet I know that can be a bit much for the more shy sort.

Everyone also expects pictures to be taken there. I saw people taking selfies with Kirby and Whispy Woods. Don't worry about being seen as silly, everyone there is a Kirby fan.

Anyways great restaurant. Cute vibes, nice staff, great food and amazing location. It was fun :)

Links:

Kirby Cafe main page

https://kirbycafe.jp/tokyo/

Reservations

https://kirbycafe-reserve.com/guest/tokyo/

[monsieuroverlord]

Hellverine #1 2nd printing 1:25 Cassara Virgin Variant

My goodness, do I have a mini rant about this (I'll keep it under the cut if anyone wants to skip it):

It was such a pain in the ass trying to get ahold of a copy of this!

I saw it when it was first announced a little over a month ago, right?

So, I'm like okay, it'll probably be posted on my usual ordering site (no physical shops near me, but if you follow me, you know I got a pulse on the solicits. My pull list is immaculate, things are planned and preordered MONTHS in advance).

I check every day for a week. No dice. Not posted for pre-order.

After the first couple of days during this week, I'm also casually checking other comic book sites -- either already sold out or going for a minimum of $65 to $100. Ebay pre-sales are pretty similar.

So I'm like, screw that, it isn't even out yet! The official catalog price is like $9.99, I can wait.

A month goes by, I'm checking diligently every day. There are no changes.

Then I'm like, "Okay, I just have to wait until it actually comes out" and I'm sure the shops will be selling their extra incentive copies at a more reasonable price.

Tuesday night, I'm pulling out all the stops, I'm deep-diving. I'm utilizing all the secret advanced search commands I learned in college. AND I thought I found one!

It was a listing on Google shopping for $4.99, so I'm like "Jackpot" and click "buy now" so I do, and it redirects me to checkout on the website, and I think to myself "sweet!" so I buy it.

I get my order confirmation, and IN BIG BOLD LETTERS at the top, it reads:

"PLEASE NOTE YOU MUST BUY ALL INCENTIVE QUALIFIERS TO GET A INCENTIVE COPY"

(I'm paraphasing a bit, and there was a bit more after that, but you get the idea)

So, I'm thinking "what?" and I go and actually browse the site I ordered from, and I somehow stumbled upon a wholesaler store, like the kind a comic book store would use to order bulk copies for the store.

Essentially, if I was a store, I would've placed an order for 25 main 2nd printing copies, and then I would've qualified for this incentive variant.

I was quick, and sent and email request to cancel, and got my money back, no problems. (I don't have the budget to but 25 copies of one book just to get the one I want. That's the whole reason I'm not paying $100 for a copy)

So its the day of release in my timezone. Everywhere is still sold out. Slowly but surely, the Ebay resellers begin to trickle in. Its averaging about $70 to $80.

Then I see it! By sheer luck or diligence or a wild combination of both -- there's a $20 copy. But the listing says "DEFECT" in big bold letters.

Undeterred, I think "How bad can it be?" as I don't really need a flawless copy, I just like collecting my pretties, you know?

There were pictures provided, along with the description: some of the color is faded off around the lower left staple

(circled below)

That's not shininess, its actually faded white.

So I bought it. And it arrived today. Its my wonderfully imperfect copy and I'm so happy.

As of today, the lowest is like $49.99 + shipping o Ebay. All the online shops don't have it, even though it came out less than a week ago. And its still not on my usual pre-order site.

Like, I dunno if the 2nd printing didn't sell as well, or maybe there was a manufacturing delay, but good lord, I did not expect this particular variant to be such a pain to obtain.

Like, it's only a 1:25!! I dunno how many 25s were actually printed, but my goodness. I know this is such a first world problem and I recognize at least half of the drama is self-inflicted by my own hubris and dedication to also getting a good deal.

But I'm just trying to buy a little treat for myself. damn.

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[pochqmqri]

My order for the second and third volumes of Wandering Son came in today, with those, I now have all 8 volumes of the series that were published into English by Fantagraphics before it went out of print.

Those two volumes are some of the hardest to find, I ordered them from a used book site and paid like $80 total for them. The rest of my volumes were all new when I bought them.

They're ex-library books from New Jersey, with the stickers and markings on them. I can remove the stickers easily, but I wish they didn't have the ink stamps, slight tears, stains, creased pages, etc.

I lost faith that Fantagraphics would ever reprint the missing volumes of Wandering Son or continue it a while back.

It all stemmed from this email I sent to them back in 2018, where they effectively confirmed it was unlikely.

Currently, on their website, only the fifth to seventh volumes are still in stock, whether that's reprints or surplus I'm not sure.

According to the words of the translator, Wandering Son didn't sell that well for a number of reasons as stated in the article.

To add on to those points, I'll note that the series was published in English from 2011 to 2015, a bit before the big LGBTQ+ manga "boom" that has become very visible nowadays. While it may have been hard to justify the production costs in the early 2010s, I am for certain that if Wandering Son was given a second chance today, it would outperform.

Ironically, despite being out of print for several years now, Wandering Son was added to a list of banned books by the state of Texas two years ago. You could definitely advertise it with that distinction in hand.

I find it convenient that the last time Fantagaphics tweeted about "Banned Books" in 2019, especially with how things have been going on in the past few years. Because if they tweeted about them today, they'd have to talk about Wandering Son, a series they've left out to die basically.

That Shimura Takako's other works published into English, Sweet Blue Flowers and Even Though We're Adults, reference Wandering Son on the back of their covers, shows how the series has staying power despite its print status.

The fact that both are yuri titles that have thrived or are thriving, just shows how works about trans people are seen as "less marketable" compared to other LGBTQ+ stories, yet they'll still be exploited for profit to uphold those "more marketable" ones.

You can see this with the number of trans manga currently in the English market compared to yuri or especially BL titles.

I understand that Fantagraphics went through some hard times in the 2010s, but at this point, if they're not going to do anything with Wandering Son, I'd rather they give up the license to someone who actually will.

That's a lot of salt, but to tie it back, I'm really glad to own the 8 volumes of this series in hardcover.