#glass on a face at an upward angle is not easy ok

[prestidigitated]

saiki from that one scene in the rain except i didn't wanna draw him wearing glasses lmao

[xamaxenta]

So this is a work in progress but I got a doctor dilf, he’s 42 and an absolute sweetheart, he’s also part of a pirate crew

He’s very cool, I really like the hairstyle you’ve chosen for him!! Despite this being a WIP it’s easy to tell he’s a kind character bc of the eye shape and the soft waves of hair framing his face, I think hairstyle helps how a character feels and how they can be percieved by a ton

Also the half moon glasses (is that what they’re called?) those are rly nice, glasses are hard bc the perspective but these look great

In regards to the baby face, from what I can see its a combination of two things I’d have to critique:

1. You’re using a base standard mannequin model reference - this is absolutely fine for practice don’t hesitate to use these resources - that being said, there’s guidelines on the head and the eyes aren’t following the horizontal guide, I’m at work so I can’t draw over (if youre OK with me doing it) to show you, but heres another reference IRL:

I know this isn’t the exact same pose (neck shoulders facing the other wayh hah) as your 3d model reference but the head angle is kinda close enough cuz chin dipping down

The best advice I can give is follow the hairline, here the model in the photos eyebrows follow the hairline on the diagonal, the eyes should follow the same rule

For your sketch the left eye on the character (our right) is sunken further into the face, what Id do to fix it is lasso tool the nose and that eye and transform rotate it clockwise until it fits the guideline curve

2. The mouth and the chin of your sketch are a little too low, this is super subjective tho espeically when it comes to anime artstyles etc

The cheek region of the face has a muscle called the masseter and is kinda left out in simpler art styles like anime styles or more cartoony styles - i forget it alot myself and thats why some of my art looks wack as hell, basically I recommend putting it in bc it helps volume and emphasises a jaw - for the 3D model it bypasses this muscle completely bc its very smooth

I could be talking garbage here abt the cheeks bc its subjective and this differentiates between artists styles and likes etc, this issue can also be solved by moving the mouth a couple taps upwards, and to change the shape to a more w shaped upper lip

See the dark seam of the mouth, i know for your sketch the mouth is open in a smile but in all of this dudes mouth shapes theres a slight w shape in his upper lip, again subjective take this with a grain of salt sort of thing because everyone is different in how they choose to draw and create things

Summing up the critique: review eyes and nose (check guidelines and look at photos of ppls), for the jaw can review the actual shape of the face by including detail like cheeks and flattening the chin OR by reviewing the mouth by pulling it up closer to the nose, not too close and adjusting the shape

But so far so good !! I think your OC is great, I hope this wasn’t too horrendous to read im sorry for the long post

[archiepudding]

My Little Hero | Dom!Dabi x Reader

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

NSFW/18+, SMUT, vaginal penitration, dubcon, knife play, degradation

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Notes: If you squint hard enough there’s a small bit of plot. 

Warnings: Bondage, degrading, rough sex, little bit of knife play, slapping, choking, role play.

Summary: You are about to go out with some friends as Dabi has come back from a MIA mission. He doesn’t appreciate what you are wearing and wants to show you who owns you. 

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Dabi looked up from his glass of whiskey, his eyes drawn to the thin fabric that covered your body.

“Where do you think you're going?”

“Out”

“Where?”

“I don’t know, out.”

“Who you going with?”

“Just some friends.”

“Yes, who?”

“Jesus, Dabi! What is this? Quiz night? I’m going out with some friends, I’m not robbing any banks, not that you would even care if I did!”  

Dabi jaw clenched as he swirled his drink around his glass.  

“You’re not going anywhere dressed like that?”

“Oh yeah? Says who?”

“Me!”

“Oh, isn’t that rich. You up and leave for what, 2 months? Now you think you can just come back and tell me what to do? Take a fucking hike, Dabi.” You grabbed your bag off the counter and headed to the door, to your dismay Dabi wasn’t far behind. Just as you grabbed the door handle, it was forced shut; his body pressed up behind yours.

“I said... you aren’t going anywhere.” His breath was low as it tickled your ear. You both stayed there for a few seconds, your breath matching one another.

“Who’s going to stop me?” You challenged.  

Dabi spun you around, your face inches from his and your back against the door, you had nowhere to go. He brushed a stray hair away from your face.

“You should be careful what you say, Y/N. Or you are going to find yourself in more trouble than you want to be in.” You drove him insane.  

“I’m a big girl, I’m sure I can handle you.” Your lips brushed together never making full contact.

“Are you sure you want to start this? Because once you do, I’m not going to stop until you're begging me to!” Your body shivered with anticipation. Your eyes hazed over with lust, you moved your lips towards his ear, with the sultriest voice you could conjure you whispered “You don’t scare me. Do your worst.” Dabi snapped his body away from you, his whole posture shifted.  

“Upstairs.” He ordered.

You climbed onto the bed, Dabi’s torso hovered over you before he grabbed either side of your blouse, the sounds of buttons flying on the floor, set the tone for what was about to happen. He brought his face down to yours as your lips intertwined, your tongues began to connect. His fingers traced your chest and down your ribs before making his way to the bottom of your skirt. Every touch made your body feel as though it was on fire and you couldn’t help but craved for more.  

“You are going to be my little hero, a helpless little slut that’s under my control.” his words dominated the room.

“If I’m a hero, I’m not going down without a fight.” You push yourself off the bed, as you straddled on top of the villain. He smirks as he succumbed to you and watched you as you removed his shirt, revealing his torso, the skin rough on your hands.  

“Too bad you’ll lose the fight.” He said as he flipped you over, your hands pinned beneath his. “Now be a good girl and stay still” He whispered. Dabi rummaged through his bedside draw, and revealed a set of ropes. A knot of excitement twisted in your stomach, as he invaded your space. He tied both your hands together before he connected you to the head board, the rope burned against your skin as it stopped you from moving your arms. Your legs began to flail as you refused to make it easy on the man.  

“Stop moving, you are only going to make this harder for yourself.” You didn’t listen and carried on wiggling your body.

“You’ll never get away with this!” You spit. The back of his hand connected with your face, leaving a red mark on your cheek. Your legs stop their fight, which allowed him to complete his process of restraining you, leaving you completely exposed to him.

“I already have...” He leaned closer putting both his hands either side of my head. “Now. I’m going to fuck you, until you’re screaming my name and begging me to stop.” a sadistic smirk came across his face. He moved backwards, admiring his possession.  

“W-what are you doing?” You let out a nervous laugh as Dabi pulled a knife from the table. The blade glistening in the light.  

“You heroes, need to be taught a lesson... Wouldn’t you agree?” He moved back to your vulnerable state, the blade was cold on your skin as it got dragged up your thigh. Goosebumps raised across your body as the knife slipped under your panties and in one swift motion it cut them off.  

“Much better!” Dabi let out a low growl of pleasure as his thumb rubbed your clit. You moaned in response as he brought his tongue to your slit, he jerked it up and down as he increased the speed of his thumb.

“Shit, Dabi!” You moaned loudly as he to slipped a finger into you, which caused you to clench around him. He pumped his finger in and out of you as his tongue traded places with his digit.  

“Don’t cum unless I say so, Y/N!” His finger made room for one more as he curled them upwards. Your moans got louder as you could hardly contain the pleasure you felt.  

“Please...” You beg as Dabi eyes follow your helpless movements. He pumped his fingers faster; you threw your head back. You looked at Dabi, your eyes begged one last time as you can no longer control your body. “Ok.” Your legs began to shake as a wave of pleasure took over you. Your juices released as Dabi savours every last minute of it. You rode the wave of pleasure as Dabi grabbed a condom from his draw, without missing a beat, he fumbled with his belt buckle before removing his trousers and boxers. He rolled it down his shaft before climbing onto the bed.  

“Who owns you?” He demanded as he grabbed your throat, squeezing tightly.  

“You” you whimper.  

“Good!” His dick teased your entrance as he brushed up and down before he thrusted himself inside you. Dabi didn’t hold back, he slammed his hips into yours, his dick going deeper with each thrust. He was now on top of you, his head buried in your neck. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle your screams as you lifted your hips to deepen the pleasure. Dabi’s eyes couldn’t stop tracing your skin, he watched as your breasts moved with each thrust, and the way that your sweat made your skin glisten in the low light.  

“You like me fucking you, you little slut? You want more!” Dabi angled his hips, almost thrusting his whole body into you, as you screamed with pleasure.  

“Yes, Dabi! Fuck me harder!”  

Dabi loved fucking you. The way you practically begged him to fuck you senseless, your face began to go red as Dabi pounded his dick into your further, your walls tighten against his member.  

“Y/N... You feel so fucking good... I’m...” His words trailed off as he thrusted inside you one last time before his essence was released.  He remained on top of you, his breath heavy. After laying there, your bodies intertwined, he got up to untie you. Your whole body ached as you could hardly move, but you shuffled to one side as he flopped back down next to you. The room was too silent until Dabi broke the tension.  

“Erm... Do you want to order takeout?” You laughed at his statement. It was one of the least romantic things he could have said and yet you loved it.

“Only if I get to decide this time!”

“Tch, in your dreams!”

[go--ask--alice]

Exordium

The Librarian

One morning, trying to be cheeky, Alice sent J a series of selfies in various states of undress and told him to come find her. Like a trail of bread crumbs it led him to a small tucked away staircase leading to the third floor of his expansive home. The Joker’s personal library is housed up there. And like Beast with his Belle, J allowed Alice free reign over the stacks of books. It’s one of her favorite places on the entire property.

Alice also has recently gotten a [tattoo] on her wrist in honor of J. Something that let’s the whole world know who she belongs to.

🃏: Joker

👑: Alice

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👑 *On the floor is a trail of clothes. My bra, yoga pants, and finally at the bottom of the library stairs laid out perfectly neat are my panties.*

🃏 *I pick up your panties and hold them to my nose. Your scent makes me hard. I run up the stairs and into the library.* Alice… I think you dropped a couple of things. Come out and I’ll only spank you a little.

👑 *You find me, buried in a book, glasses on the end of my nose, totally naked and lounging in one of the plush high back chairs.* Oh, hi Daddy! What took you so long?

🃏 *The sight of you leaves me panting. I drop my phone and walk towards you slowly.* You… Alice, are a delicious sight. Are you my new librarian? I can only hope so. I need help finding a few books. One about punishment and another about a princess.

👑 *I push my glasses up and sigh. Setting my book down slowly.* Well I suppose sir. Hmm punishment.. medieval? Bondage? Or more of a general overview?

🃏 *You in glasses and nothing else makes my cock swell.*

👑 I think we have a great volume on knot tying somewhere?

🃏 *I involuntarily pound my fist when you say knot tying.* Th…that one.

👑 Excuse me sir.. please keep it down.

🃏 *My heartbeat is ripping through my chest.* Sorry Miss.

👑 So.. knot tying. Anything else you may need sir? Or is this it?

🃏 I’m so excited. It’s been a while since I read a nice, big, thick book. *I grab my crotch.*

👑 Oh you could just get lost in a good book..

🃏 I’d like a book about princesses please. Preferably a curious one. *I admire your body as you move about.*

👑 Hmm there are so many to choose from… would you like one from Grimm? They have quite the extensive body of work.

🃏 *You have an extensive body of work, grrrrr.* Choose one for me? I trust your judgement.

👑 *I pull an old leather bound first edition. I’m honestly shocked you own this but makes me so happy.* Lewis Carroll… 1865… not technically about a princess, but very very curious none the less.

🃏 *I give you a wide metal smile.* And this curious girl, will I enjoy reading about her escapades?

👑 Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland… Oh most definitely! She falls into a mad upside down world where nothing makes sense yet everything is just right. There’s a crazy man that she meets, he’s my favorite. You’ll probably like him too.

🃏 *I draw closer to you, trapping you against a wall of books.* Really? Your favorite you say? And why would I like this crazy man?

👑 Can I tell you a secret?

🃏 *Leans in close.* My lips are sealed. Tell me.

👑 *I lean in right to your ear.* I think your curious girl? She falls completely in love with that mad man.

🃏 *Throws my head back and moans.* She must be mad herself.

👑 She is.. a bit. But their particular brand a crazy, seems to be a perfect fit. She’s his missing chess piece. He’s her perfect puzzle piece.

🃏 *I reach forward and cup you between the legs.* Perfect fit…. hmmmm…. I think I like that. Yes, I’d like to check that one out.

👑 I think you’ll love it sir. *I’m struggling to keep my composer.*

🃏 *I pull a Joker card out of my pocket.* I brought my library card.

👑 Excellent. *I take the card and kiss it. A dark red lip print now marks the front. I hand it back.*

🃏 *I stick it back in my pocket proudly.* And what if I don’t return this book on time? Will I have to pay a fee? *I run my finger up your slit.*

👑 Mmhmm.. I’m afraid it’s a pretty steep fine too.

🃏 I’m a very rich man, I think I can pay it. *I keep rubbing your slit and bite my bottom lip.*

👑 Why Mr. Joker, in that case you should just buy it so you can keep it forever. *I don’t know how much longer I can keep this game up before I just fall apart.*

🃏 *I start rubbing faster, emboldened by you keeping in character despite your very wet pussy.* I might have to do that. I’d like to support this library. Just think of me as a patron of the arts.

👑 W..would you like to know the price sir..?

🃏 Very much so. *Rubbing faster still, my hand slickening with your arousal.*

👑 The.. price… *Whispers* oh god.. The price is a kiss… and…

🃏 *I smile as you fumble with your words and lean in closer.* A kiss and?

👑 *I lean in til our lips are barely touching* ..and your heart. *I put my hand over your heart, which is pounding like mad, and i kiss you.*

🃏 *I insert my finger inside of you as you kiss me and invade your mouth with my tongue.*

👑 *I collapse against you.*

🃏 *I continue to kiss you and insert another finger, pushing into your hot core.*

👑 *I moan into your mouth, my hands grasping at your shoulders.* Excuse me… sir.. *Fuck it! I can’t keep this game up any longer.* Oh god… *I give you a pleading look.* Please… I need you inside me.

🃏 *I grin and laugh a little. You’re so fucking adorable. I drop down to my knees.* Oh no Miss… I think I need to make a contribution first. Consider it my pledge to always honor the arts. *I pull your legs apart and stick out my tongue.* Have a fucking seat Alice.

👑 *I stumble backwards into the chair I was waiting for you in. I pull you with me, pushing your head down between my legs.*

🃏 *I start to kiss the insides of your thighs. I keep up the game wanting to tease you with your own saucy scenario.* I love a woman who likes to read. Maybe I’ll read you a story? *Licks your clit.*

👑 Oh yeah? I’m all ears Daddy…

🃏 *I bring my fingers to my lips.* Shhhhhhhh… keep your voice down. Once there was a curious girl who couldn’t keep her clothes on. So she took them all off and left a trail like a naughty little goldilocks. Ahem… I mean like Gretle. *I laugh lightly.* Anyway… *I suck on your clit.* She could not keep those clothes on no matter how she tried! Do you know this story?

👑 *I’m barely holding on. I try concentrating on your voice to keep me grounded.* It sounds… vaguely familiar…?

🃏 Only vaguely huh? She belonged to a criminal this curious girl, even without any clothes on she bored his mark. *I tug at your pussy lips with my teeth.*

👑 *I glance down at my wrist my smile.*

🃏 Do you know what that criminals name is?

👑 *I’m panting.* ….J…Joker…

🃏 Mmmm… That’s right Miss librarian. Do me a favor, say that one more time for me.

👑 Joker… *Your name drips off my lips like honey.*

🃏 *I love how you say it. It makes my cock feel heavy.* I’ll spell it out for you so you don’t forget. *I bend down and trace a “J” onto you slowly.*

👑 Oh fuck…

🃏 *I pool saliva and your juices onto my tongue as I trace the “O” It’s my favorite letter to trace.*

👑 Dadddddy…

🃏 *I stare up at you, my eyes wild with lust under a mound of green hair. I trace the “K” taking great pleasure in the upward stroke as I form the letter. The “E” is tricky fun. The upward stroke is easy but I drip excessive amounts of saliva and your juices onto you as I trace the horizontal bars of the letter. It looks obscene as I pull back with strings of moisture connecting me to your hot core.*

👑 *I nearly cum at the sight of your lips as you pull back.*

🃏 *I take extra time on the “R”. The stroke upward takes a sharp turn to the right and a delicious loop inward before leaning out of the letter. I can feel how tense your legs are as I grip them.* Are you OK Miss? You look a little flushed. Was it something I said?

👑 Daddy please…

🃏 Tell me what you need.

👑 I need to cum.

🃏 *I lay on my back fully clothed and unzip my pants releasing my cock.* Come sit on your throne Queen.

👑 *I pitch forward and crawl up your body.* Anything for you, my King.

🃏 *The sight of you crawling to me is beautiful.*

👑 *As I crawl I push your shirt up your torso. I kiss up your body, paying extra attention to the head of your hard cock.*

🃏 *My cock twitches involuntarily when you kiss it.* Unngggg… fuck! *I caress the side of your face.*

👑 You taste so good Daddy. *I trail my lips up your torso, I lick the lips of your smile tattoo.*

🃏 Come up here, I want to see your body.

👑 *I sit up, my pussy rubbing against your cock, you’re one slight move away from being inside me.*

🃏 *I bring my pelvis up and tease my cock along your pussy.*

👑 *I grind my hips against you.*

🃏 When Daddy’s cock goes inside, I want you to show me how much you need it. I want you to put on a little show for me. That’s it rub your pussy on Daddy’s cock. How does that feel?

👑 So good! You.. you want more Daddy…?

🃏 Give me more sugar. *I have both hands clenched and I’m focused on you. I can’t see anything else. My heart is pounding again.* Oh god Alice…. *I’m almost on the verge of begging you. I don’t know how that happened.*

👑 You ready daddy? *I raise my hips and angle myself directly over you. When we lock eyes again I slam down onto your cock, impaling myself on your hard body. I take no time and begin bouncing my hips, pushing you deep with each motion.*

🃏 Ready baby. Do it. Ohhhhhhhh fuck yes bounce on my cock Alice! Goddamn fuck! *I realize how amazing your tits are everytime I see them.*

👑 God Daddy you feel so good inside me!!

🃏 Fuck me hard baby. How much do you want me?

👑 Fuck Daddy! I want you so bad! You’re the one I want! The only one… oh god…

🃏 Mmmm… You. Are. Mine.

👑 Yours. *I have a very devious desire. I’m hesitant to ask but I know you’ll get off on it.* Daddy? Please c..ch..choke me Daddy..

🃏 *My hands are around your throat in an instant.* Ohhhhhhhh fuck!! *I don’t squeeze too tight. It’s your first time. I squeeze so you know I’m there. It feels amazing. Your tender exposed neck. You gave it all to me.* You like that? *I grip your throat with one hand and smack your face with the other.*

👑 Tha…thank you… Daddy!! *Your hands feel so good around my neck. I love feeling the power you have over me. I trust you completely. *

🃏 Mmmm…. so polite…. *Thanking me for fucking her while I choke her beautiful fucking throat.* You are fucking perfect.

👑 No Daddy… you.

🃏 *I feel like cumming. I’m starting to squirm hard underneath you.* Ohhhhhhhh fuck Alice!

👑 Daddy, do I make you feel good? Are you gonna cum for me..? I wanna feel you fill me up!

🃏 Ohhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck… I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna… cummmmmm.

👑 Thats it Daddy!!! Cum with me!! *Seeing you let go beneath is more than I can take.* Daddy!!! Fuck Daddy can I cum too???

🃏 Ohhhhhhhh goddamn Alice! *In one hard thrust I’m cumming hard into you with my hands around your throat. My orgasm is intense and I’m left shaking.*

👑 That’s it Daddy! Give me everything…

🃏 *I spill every drop inside of you* Alice…Thank you. *Panting* You have my soul.

👑 *I’m a quivering mess above you.* I love you J.

🃏 *I put my hands into your hair and kiss you passionately.*

👑 *I fall into your kiss. I can feel the words that you can’t say. I know the truth in your actions.*

🃏 *I sit up and continue to hold you and stay inside of you.* Alice… we have to stop meeting like this. *Smirk*

[stardancerluv]

Early Days with Roman

Part 4

Summary: When you date Roman Sionis, girls night are not typical.

Warning: sex against a desk.

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One week later

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You were checking your reflection in the mirror. You had slipped into a beautiful maroon dress, that Roman left out for you. He knew how you had been looking forward to this girls night out. With it was a black and gold shimmery scarf and a little card that you just noticed. Reading, it you smiled...You should look like the rose you are among your friends.

Never would you have a dress like it before, but being Roman’s girl your confidence was through the roof. Grabbing, and sliding the scarf around your shoulders you smiled. It made you feel a little less exposed. He empowered you in ways, you had never felt before.

These last few weeks had changed everything in your life. It almost didn’t feel like your life. Now, finally you were going to share him with them. Well, to be fair he wanted you to have the girls night you needed, but he would come over and you’d introduce him to them.

Balancing, yourself you slipped on one heel and then the other.

“Hi there baby.” Turning, you smiled to see Roman behind you. “Come here.” He spread out his arms, happily you went to him. You melted against his solid frame. “I picked a good dress, and this and this scarf is a perfect final touch.”

“You did.”

“You are a knock out.” He brought his hand up and held your cheek. “Babygirl, if there is anything you or ladies want just ask. More champagne, appetizers I prepped everyone downstairs saying you were having a girls night.”

“Roman..”

He put a finger to your lips. “Hush, that’s how I take care of my girl.” You kissed it.

“Thank you.”

“Now, when you want me to come to say hello.” He shrugged. “Grab me.”

“If you are in a meeting?”

“Fuck them. I am not meeting anyone important tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Baby, do you have something for me?”

You looked around. He tightened his grip so there was no real space between you two. He smirked. “Kiss me baby.”

“Oh, yes!” You kissed him them. You squealed when his gloved hand drifted under the dress and squeezed your ass. “You are so bad.” You said against his lips, before he drew you into a deeper kiss.

*****

It was so good to be out with your friends. The cocktails were being enjoyed and some tasty appetizers had been brought over.

“You look so good, Y/N.” one friend remarked.

You beamed. “Well, work has been great along with my boyfriend.”

Jessica, smiled as she looked around. “I think the last time we were all here it was my birthday. “

You nodded, “I think you’re right. At least its not raining tonight.”

Rebecca, beamed at you. “When will Mr. Wonderful get here? I need to meet the man who has made you glow.”

Stacey, held up a glass. “To us girls!” You all clinked glasses.

You watched as friends’ all managed to glance at you. As you noticed that, you felt two gloved hands come rested gently on your shoulders. Turning, you looked up and smiled.

“Hello ladies.” Roman smiled brightly at all of your friends. Gently, you scooted in and he came to sit beside you, putting his martini in front of him.

Easy conversion flowed between all of you. “Is everyone happy? Anything needed?” Under the table, he squeezed your thigh. You would have squeezed his hand but his hand left your thigh as he grabbed his drink and took a sip.

“I must be off, I have a meeting. You also don’t need a man intruding on your girls’ night.” He chuckled, then his blue eyes all alit met your eyes. “I’ll see you later, tonight.”

He was a fair distance away when a hush came over the table.

“Y/N,” one hissed. “No wonder why you wanted to be here.” A cynical expression washed over her face but then she smiled. “You will have to tell is how it came about.”

“It was simple, he hired me. And well we hit it off.”

Rebecca, giggle before sipping at her cocktail. “A dream come true for you.” She was the only who knew more of your crush on him the your other friends.

Your heart thudded hard, remembered how you had been handcuffed not too far from where you were actually sitting. You nodded at first not able to form the right words because you also remembered the passion that came over the two of you. “Yes, quite.” You finished you drink.

“Oh, Y/N you are blushing. You are dating the most famous bachelor outside of Bruce Wayne, you have done good.” Jessica happily said with a hint of jealously. Which actually surprised you, since when it came to men she always wanted anyone that any of you had.

“Thank you. I am going to grab another drink. Anyone else?” They all shook their head no.

*****

His blood pounded hard and fast. He could taste his anger. “Zsasz?” He saw that had followed close on his heals.

“Yes, boss?”

“No one humiliates me like that. Find him, in two days bring him to the docks alive, and call me.”

“Sure thing.” A beat based between them. “Will we have fun?”

One edge of his lips twitched upward. “Yes.”

As he rounded the corner that led back into the club, he pulled his gloves a little tighter onto his hands. He saw you standing by the bar. He came over, letting his hand drag over your lower back as he wrapped his arm around your middle.

He leaned close to your hear, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of you filled his nose. All dancing you and the girls had done made the perfume you bad spritz on fade away and your sweet scent was much better. “Tell me baby, did you order just a drink for yourself or the others too?”

He loved how delicately you turned your head. “Just for myself.”

He gestured with his hand. “Charlie, have her drink brought back to the table.” He pressed his lips together. He needed to buy a moment of distraction. “And bring a round of the sparkly sangria.”

“Sparkly sangria?” You echoed.

“Yes. It’s fun.” He leaned in close. “You’re coming with me.”

“Ok.” The nervous, twinge he heard in your voice further excited him.

He led you to his office, he unlocked it. After leading in you he locked the door. Flipping on the switch only muted like came on.

“I couldn’t wait till tonight to see you.”

“You just saw me.”

“Oh baby. That’s not how I meant.”

You gave a small nod, then your eyes grew as you looked at him as closed the distance. “But..but Roman...”

“Don’t you belong to me?”

“Yes.”

He let his gloved fingertips graze your bare arms. You made a soft sound that made him bard. With how he was feeling, he needed all of you. “Right now I need, what belongs to me.”

“Oh.” He watched as you swallow as you trembled. Stepping backwards from him, clouds of disappointment began to fill him. Perhaps, he should have grabbed a bimbo to satisfy this itch. While back with his knife had been fantastic but maybe this was too much.

His thoughts stopped as he watched you. His breath caught in his throat as your hands traveled to the hem of your dress. Pulling it off you laid it down.

You walked back to him then, a demure smile curled those lips as you laid hands gently on his chest. “How do you need me daddy?” Hardening, he was realizing he had been wrong. You just moved at your own pace and it made him hard. Grabbing, your hands his thumbs grazed the back of your hands.

“Go and lean against my desk.”

Watching, you move was a delight all of its own. No bra, only your soft panties and heels.

He went over where you leaned and kissed you. There was no gentleness. Just his need. He could taste the sweet cocktails you had.

Breaking, the kiss he turned you around making you gasp. “Hold onto the edges baby.”

He bit his lip harder as he dragged a hand down the gentle curve of your back. He grabbed your panties and tore them down so they fell at your feet.

“Open for me.” He demanded. You could hear you inhale. Reaching around he cupped you, gasped himself when he felt how wet you were. “Mine.” He hissed. He rubbed you a little loving how you, began to moan and move against him. “You like belong, to me don’t you?”

Your voice was soft, the room swallowed your voice.

He stopped inciting a whimper, which was loud enough. He smirked. “I can’t hear you.”

“I do.” You panted out, as he bang to move his fingers again.

With his free hand he brushed some hair from your ear. “I do what baby?”

“I like belonging to you!” A loud moan poured from your lips.

“Good.” He nibbled on your throat, enough for you to feel but not enough to leave a mark right then. He reached between them and freed himself of his slacks. Looking, he slid himself to your opening, you were delightfully wet. There was so no resistance.

He teased a little then with a move of his hips, he entered you. “Baby.” He moaned. You felt amazing from this angle. He also loved how you pushed back to take more of him in. He laid his gloved hands on your hips. Easily, he moved in and out of you.

Moaning, he reached and laid his hands over yours. He did not mind when you let your fingers interlace with his has he held you two in place. If anything it made him move harder. It was not long before you shook against him.

“Are you close?” He managed to breath out.

Your whimper twisted on your lips. “Yes.”

Let moved from holding one your hands till he could touch your wet softness again, he loved jolt it sent through your body.

“Want daddy to let you cum?” His hard pounded hard against his chest.

“Yes, yes please daddy.” You pleaded.

“Then cum for daddy.” As he increased the movements of his fingers and how he moved in and out of you, enjoyed the abandon your body moved in. Almost made him cum himself. But he wanted you to feel that so bit his bottom lip and waited.

You whimpered, and arched against against him and came hard. He could feel as gripped you all over. He held you to him, not letting your wilt too much from cumming and he moved hard within you. Finding you mouth, you shared a passionate kiss. He only broke it as he finally came himself, deep within you.

A little later as the pleasure subsided he found himself partially over you as the two of you panted half laying over his desk. “Baby.” He said softly, before kissing your shoulder and standing up. Damn, you looked so good sprawled like that. He tucked himself away.

“Get back up baby. Your friends are waiting for you.”

“Oh! You became flustered.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you close meeting your eyes. Normally, he was sentimental but something about you continued to pull on his heart strings.

“I am glad you are mine.”

You smiled. “I am too but I better get out there.”

You watched then as you fluttered about and pulled on your dress and ran a few fingers through your hair. “Do I look ok?”

“Do you mean like I just took what was mine?” He could not repress how smug he felt, it only grew stronger as you flushed the color of the dress. “No, you look fine.”

“Good.” You made quick work of the lock. You turned and gave him a smile. “I’ll see you out there.”

“You will.”

He reached down and picked up your forgotten panties and put them into his pocket.

Now, this was a girl he could call his own, he mused.

******

Your blood was bumping, you body still felt like it was on pins and needles. How you walked back to your friends was a marvel. Between your legs still pulsed heavily from what he did to you as you slid back into the booth. That’s when it dawned on you that you had forgotten your panties.

“Are you ok?” Where have you been? He delivered an extraordinary drink to us....a sparkling sangria!” Jessica exclaimed.

You tucked some hair behind your ear. “He wanted me to meet the man he was meeting with.”

“Oh?” Rebecca rose an eyebrow.

“Yeah, maybe I can design something for him.” Trying to calm your breathing, you drank half of your new drink.

“A top designer of Gotham’s work is never done.”

You giggled and tossed your head back. “So true!” You looked at your friends, why don’t we go out there and dance?”

Everyone, happily agreed and headed to the dance floor. The music, Dinah was really on point you mused. You could tell your friends were in good spirits. It was a good night.

You let the music take you over as you danced. You were feeling fantastic. Your friends were happy and Roman, was amazing. He left you breathless.

“Baby, dance with me?”

Turning, you happily to the voice that made your heart bear faster.

“I would love to.”

He pulled you close, soon your moving and all of the club..the people melted away and it felt like it was just the two of you. You looked how the shadow of his his growth just grazed your cheek as the two of your swayed to the music.

“Baby.” He whispered in your ear.

You pulled back to look at him, loving his mischievous smile.

“I have your panties in my pocket.”

You gave him an equally playful smile. “I know why you ordered the sparkly sangria.

He pulled you close, he chuckled softly. “That’s my girl. He whispered as he held you close swaying to the beat.

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Reunions

Summery -  10 years after their wedding, Aurora and Lucy go to finally have a family meeting with Lucy's parents, Brad and Susan Kim. Between Brad's evident dislike, Susan's desperation to impress and Aurora's remarkable ability to hold a grudge, Lucy finds herself in what might be the most awkward situation of her life. As for mixing her families, it goes about as well as expected. **************************************************** She was an intimidating silhouette against the soft cream boards of the house. In contrast, her skin seemed to gleam bronze in the afternoon sun, illuminating the shading of lightly defined arms. Aurora’s delicately angled jaw offset the sharpness of her chin, complimenting her slender lips, which were pursed in a dangerous line. She was exotically breathtaking in her broody, seething rage. High, fleet brows furrowed over almond shaped, amber eyes, which had darkened with focused resentment. Aurora stubbornly kept her glare fixated on the homely white door before her as if by willpower alone she could burn it to cinders. Her sharp yet feminine nose was tilted upwards, allowing Aurora to give the impression of looking down. A cat sizing up the mouse it was about to devour. “-Please don’t let this be a mistake. -“ Lucy silently prayed, lowering her hands to wipe her palms against the hem of her white sundress. It was elegant, lacy enough to betray her wealth yet simply cut. It was a v cut into her cleavage, offering a flirtatious view whilst preserving modesty. The dress ended at her knees, remaining light enough to be at home in suburban streets yet also worthy enough to enter any fancy restaurant. Aurora had dressed simply too, yet Lucy knew her better than any. The Mexican born woman was ready for war. Her simple grey tank top with LSBN across it was a statement, a challenge to Brad Kim’s religious sensitivities. Her casual jean booty shorts put her long, toned legs on display, along with several faint bruises and scrapes left there. Further provocation to the man’s views on women, and the fact she could likely snap his neck should he try to enforce them on his estranged daughter. Casual sneakers completed the look. Sensible shoes that wouldn’t hinder her movement. Aurora was already on the attack, waiting for a reason to unleash. “Go five minutes before you start on them. Then go easy. They’re out of practice.” Lucy teased gently, her painted lips pulling into one of her show stopping smiles. Every time Aurora saw that smile she felt the world become a little lighter, as if the goodness emanating from Lucy could wash the blood from her own hands. Could soothe the lifetime of agonising wounds she had suffered emotionally. Still, it was not enough to completely ease her. Not this time. How could she allow forgiveness? They’d allowed Lucy to be a target over and over again. Their love of stealing from the biggest fish in the Criminal Sea of LA had been a death threat looming over Lucy’s head until the Valentine Kidnapping. The start of the little lamb learning to survive the world her parents had thrown her into. “You don’t have to like them, Rory. Its ok to be angry. Just play nice... I have to do this.” Lucy couldn’t speak further. Ten years was a long time for wounds to heal, but the cut of her parent’s numerous betrayals remained. The nerves were still raw, the gash still bleeding. Aurora was the one constantly bandaging it. Gentle words and gentler hands trying to mend the wound together even as the healer herself still bled out. Didn’t have to like them was polite. Both women knew it. Not even Lucy’s most alluring, radiant smile and the grandest promises of the world could make Aurora James LIKE the Kims. Professionally, they owed her millions, putting it lightly. Personally, they owed her blood. First, they had attacked the Valentine’s little lamb. That was a personal insult to Aurora. They’d gone further by bringing Skylar in, another person who had tried to take the little lamb away. Using Stella was the final straw. They’d used HER daughter to try and harm theirs. That was the sickly icing on a cake that Aurora wanted to dissolve in acid then toss to the bottom of the Challenger’s Deep. It was only Lucy’s word and presence that kept Aurora from revisiting her criminal days... that allowed her to lend them the very house their daughter had almost been murdered in. That was her sweet satisfaction. Her sickly revenge against the recently released pensioner criminals. That they lived under her roof, right in the nest of their worst crime. “I know, baby girl.” Aurora sighed, offering a pained flicker of a smile at the agony in storm cloud eyes. Even after all the years, the hurt was there. She saw it flash in Lucy’s eyes often, an ache that echoed in Stella and Daisy’s eyes too. A wound that even lingered in Aurora’s own heart. Parental abandonment was probably not the healthiest bonding tool. “The fact they just left. When I think about what could have happened if...” Aurora trailed off, her honeyed voice lowered to almost a whisper. She knew. All too well. The Valentines had been the only gang who didn’t want to harm the family. Kidnapping Lucy for her own protection sounded insane, but Rory knew better than any that the millions of stolen dollars would drive many men to further insanity. Memories of broken glass consumed her, accompanied by the panicked screams she often heard when Lucy woke from her nightmares. Even now, the very real possibility of the brutality Lucy had been abandoned to made Rory shiver. It physically hurt Aurora’s chest when she imagined a world where her brothers had been too late in saving her little lamb. Where they found the dead body of a beaten, violated young woman laying amidst the broken glass table. Aurora ground her teeth as her arms wrapped around the little lamb, squeezing tightly. For three precious seconds, everything in Aurora’s body redirected into her embrace. Lucy was at home, encompassed in strength and warmth along with the cocktail of lotions that made up the undeniably unique scent of Aurora. Even though Aurora had lost some condition over the years and had gained more laugh lines, Lucy still felt safe. The breath left her lungs at how tightly Aurora squeezed, trembling before her entire body deflated in an exhale. The tension relaxed, shifting from crushing to firm as Aurora’s forehead fell against Lucy’s collar, nose resting snugly in Lucy’s cleavage. “We could buy a stress ball if you need one, Rory.” Lucy pointed out with a fond smile. These moments weren’t uncommon. Where Aurora just needed to squeeze and relax. Have a place to be vulnerable. Of course, the fact she had chosen to nestle between Lucy’s tits wasn’t lost on the younger blonde. A mixed sentiment of lust and love. Close to her heart, yet also somewhere often jealously claimed. “You’re better.” Aurora’s response was predictably muffled, allowing her lips to dance across the exposed flesh between the cut of the dress. Lucy felt Aurora nestle closer, squishing her nose in her desperation for closeness. Rory could feel the warmth of Lucy’s flesh, could smell the mix of sweat and perfume that had become home. She couldn’t help but nuzzle closer, needing to express her affection less she burst. The emotional motorboat was enough to earn a soft chuckle from Lucy, who wrapped her arms around Aurora’s waist. Feeling the guns tucked into Rory’s belt was no surprise, in fact it was another familiar comfort. Lucy herself normally had one or two in her handbag. The blonde tilted her head forwards to press her lips to the crown of Aurora’s head. After planting a loving kiss, Lucy inhaled quietly. Chocolate locks and a delicious scent flooded Lucy’s senses, distracting her enough that the hands squeezing her butt were a shock. It was a playful move, lacking the heat that Aurora brought to more physically intimate encounters. It was at that time the door swung open. “-Just my luck-“ Lucy silently lamented, her stormy eyes hardening in determination as they met her father’s disapproving glare. “Dad. It is not what you think-“Lucy began, lifting a hand in a calming gesture. “It looks like this criminal is molesting my daughter on my own doorstep.” Brad’s response was harsh, the words spat through his teeth as he fixated his intense rage on Aurora. The Mexican born woman barely even shrugged at the stare, immune to the effects of a disapproving father. After all, she had faced down Franco Valentine countless times for Lucy’s sake in that same shirt. A washed-out scam-artist who had fallen victim to kicks from those comfy sneakers was hardly a fair comparison to a former crime lord. A blimp on the radar compared to the lethal men Aurora had grown up with. “Trust me, if I were behaving indecently then you would hear. Lucy is very vocal.” Aurora’s response was delivered in her syrupy sweet tone, matching the devastating smile she offered as she lifted her face from Lucy’s chest. A small glint in her amber eyes was the only warning Lucy got before the hands around her rump tightened, earning a startled squeak. This squeeze was lust, a silent warning from Rory to Brad as she used her grip to pull Lucy closer. “Rory! Not in front of my parents!” Lucy laughed awkwardly as she swatted Aurora’s shoulder. Caramel muscles flexed under Lucy’s hand, inviting her to linger. She knew she should be cross, should ark up at the intentional wordplay she knew Aurora wouldn’t stop. The disrespect. Lucy couldn’t find it in herself to be mad, not yet. There was something satisfying about watching her father’s jaw click shut as his eyes burned with fury. He couldn’t prove Aurora was deliberately revving him up, so he also couldn’t respond. Aurora outclassed him in the ways of wordplay and wit. Aurora outclassed him period. “Well, Lucy was always stubborn, even as a little girl.” Susan’s voice came from behind Brad as the woman stepped outside, opening her arms instinctively. Lucy moved without thinking, striding forwards to meet her mother with a one-armed embrace. There was a suspicious tension in their muscles, a stiffness born of years apart. The gesture was old, uncomfortable despite the natural instinct. It was warm though, a blanket around the shoulders of a young girl who fell asleep studying. The security after teenage heartbreak. The safety net after exams and pregnancy scares, or the of sleepless nights when Lucy had been sick. It held so many positive memories, moments where a mother’s embrace had been the foundation a determined, sweet young woman had dragged herself to college on. “I know. Lucy is as smart as she is determined. Nobody could force her to do anybody she didn’t want to.” Aurora preened with pride and affection, yet Lucy noted the words used. Another verbal slap. Aurora didn’t try to draw Lucy from her mother, yet she did keep their hands linked. That hand was Lucy’s world. Soft delights and sleepless nights where love and intimacy had been more important. The security of waking up tangled together, of a morning kiss without a care for their breath. The warmth of a lazy few moments to appreciate each other, or arms wrapped around each other as they worked. Between their fingers was metal. A wedding band. Their promise of forever, regardless what anyone might have said. The walls torn down; foundations ripped asunder to recreate a foundation together. Something built on the best they both could be. “Mom, Dad. I’d like to officially introduce you to my wife, Aurora. Rory, this is my mother, Susan, and my father, Brad.” Lucy kindly introduced, continuing to smile as she stepped back into Aurora’s arms. Instantly, the Hustler draped her arm around Lucy’s shoulder, pulling the blonde into her embrace. The smile Aurora offered could only be described as predatory. Sickly sweet and syrupy, the same smile she had offered when she shook hands with the criminals who had kidnapped her daughter. The same smile when she had been blackmailed into kissing Skylar for her daughter’s life, only to bite straight through her lip. The smile when she had slowly yet methodically broken the fingers of the hitman sent for their oldest. “You can call me AJ.” Aurora’s tone was sweet, yet it took all of Lucy’s skill not to cringe. AJ. Business associate. A brief tool. Someone fucked but never trusted. Or someone she might kill. Oh, Aurora was setting them straight. What was worse, if they had done enough homework they may be able to guess part of her evident threat. But if not, then she was disarming them already. The methodical Hustler was at work. It was enough to make Lucy shiver. Aurora could be terrifying. She could calmly break bones at a snail’s pace or grill a woman’s hand without even a blink at the smell of burnt flesh. She was devious enough to pick apart crime lords while heavily intoxicated for laughs. But oh, it was a treat to watch Aurora work. She was an artist, a master of her craft. There was something undeniably alluring about her raw power, especially when she applied it to give a clear message. When it was used to defend her family. “Well, miss James-“ “Mrs James. Aurora is legally married with two children, Dad. As am I.” Lucy corrected, tilting her head to rest against the bare shoulder beside her. Aurora’s lithe muscles seemed to relax at the touch, taking confidence in the security of Lucy in her arms. That confidence never wavered as Lucy’s hand crept up her lower back, soft fingers stroking the bare skin there for a second before lightly pulling at her shirt. “Well Aurora, Lucy. Why don’t you come inside? I have some tea ready with fresh cookies... remember we baked them when you were younger, Lucy?” Susan stepped in, her voice going a subtle octave higher. The older woman was a flutter of nervous energy, glowing with hope at the chance. “Oh! Rory they are amazing, you’ll love them!” Lucy was giddy, leaning up to press her lips several times to Aurora’s cheek in delight. The kisses were chaste, mixed with little nuzzles as she worked her lips to Aurora’s ear. “And you’re flashing more guns than your biceps.” Lucy’s whisper was obscured in Aurora’s hair, her lips concealed from view. The shorter woman tugged on the Ex Hustler’s shirt, peeling the soft grey cotton over the chlorine stained denim and the contraband weapons. “Well, you know how I love sweet things. Lucy has really improved my diet since she came.” Aurora was calm, speaking without an ounce of shame as she tucked her hand behind her back. Lucy’s cheeks flamed as Rory grasped her hand, tugging it down until the soft cotton changed to denim beneath her touch. A hard shape lingered under the denim, firm beneath Lucy’s palm as she allowed her hand to be guided. She felt the outlines down Rory’s rump, wrapped around her hips. It was enough to daze the poor blonde, as well as concern her. Was Aurora packing more heat than the gun Lucy had already found? “-What weapons could Rory have in shorts that ti- nevermind... I don’t need to know. -“ Lucy had to focus on not blushing at the thought of how and what Aurora may be smuggling. The mere knowledge Aurora was playing with her parents was enough to cause a confused flush to begin throughout her body. She enjoyed Rory’s not so subtle shows of power at her parents’ expense. The thought of what might come next was enough to make her heart beat faster in anticipation. What kind of daughter was she to find enjoyment in her parent’s discomfort? “Oh, has Lucy cooked for you then? She is rather talented in the kitchen. University really helped her mature.” Susan’s voice lured Lucy out of her tunnel focus. Her mother seemed cheerful, even though her dark eyes often shifted to Brad. The man remained silent, glaring at Aurora as if he could banish her from existence. “Lucy has cooked for the gang; however, I’d say I’m the only one to have experienced her full range of talents. Her taste is impeccable.” “Stop it.” Lucy said it bashfully, her cheeks glowing as she leaned into Rory. For the casual onlooker, it may seem pleased, enjoyment at the praise. Only Aurora could feel the nails digging into her behind, the firm pressure that was silently warning her to pull her head in. Of course, Aurora didn’t seem chastised. Amber eyes lit up for a split second, gleaming in their mischievous manner that left Lucy on edge. It was that same gleam Rory got when she had won, but the game was still afoot. The enjoyment of tormenting the mouse in her claws. It was a smile that promised she was only going to escalate her innuendos and barbed words as the day went on. “-Oh dear lord.-“ Lucy lamented as her parents awkwardly parted, begrudgingly allowing Lucy and Aurora to step through the open door. “-I’ve made a horrible mistake.-“

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I am a thirsty AF B* and have two prompts for you. First one? S/O walking on Hellboy having ahem, 'alone time'. Second one? ....You know the second one. It's based on that new piece of art out for Big Red. HAVE FUN I LOVE YOU BYE

Habits

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Everyone’s a creature of habit. Yourself included of course. Routines or rituals that one abides to.

In your case you were in the habit of always waking up last. You also liked laying in bed well after waking. Scrolling through your phone or simply just resting on the comfortable bed beneath you.

Most times Hellboy woke first and didn’t wish to disturb you. He’d hit the shower or get a quick workout or bring back some breakfast for the two of you.

On this particular morning you heard the shower running. You’d stretched out, hearing every vertebrae snap and cursing your bad sleeping habits. You’d picked up the first discarded shirt you found, his of course, and thrown it on.

It was a short few steps to get to the bathroom section of the room. the bright lights in there always managed to blind your eyes. The Steam was evident and the water was loud as you stuck the tooth brush in your mouth. You ran your other hand across the glass to tell Red something about breakfast.

Mid brush and barely a single phrase out you went wide eyed.

What was the protocol again for when you catch your boyfriend jacking off?

Part of it was embarrassment on your behalf that left you unable to say something. The other half was seriously just enjoying the view.

Water cascading down him always left you a mess. The way he rested his forehead against his stone forearm while his left gripped and stroked his cock. The well practiced motions, the habit of always gripping the base and gently squeezing.

Do you say something now? Do you keep staring there squeezing your legs together a little more than necessary?

You bit down on your toothbrush when he leaned back giving you a better view. He was so hard, and judging by how he picked up the pace he was chasing release.

“I think this is where you offer me a hand” His voice snapped you out of the trance. You looked up at him and saw that shit eating grin that drove you up the wall. “I’m- sorry!” You turned quickly spitting out toothpaste and embarrassment pretty much.

“So you’re not offering that hand?” He half yelled over the noise of the shower. You stood there red as crimson knowing full well this was only making it better for him. By the time you reached the bed he’d shut off the shower and you could hear dripping. “I’m-ok I didn’t mean to intrude but I-“ You turned around to apologize but were met with a very naked half demon.

“...I rather offer something else than a hand” He wanted to be, for lack of a better word, cocky? Then so could you. He raised a brow as you took off the shirt, hand going back to his memeber and slowly stroking. “C’mere then” He beckoned you as you went. Your hand gripped his wrist as you knelt down.

He was dripping all over the floor and the droplets felt warm against your skin, on your tongue as you engulfed him to the best of your abilities. The soft groan that left him encouraged you, your nails scratching the backs of his thighs made him shiver. You bobbed your head, taking him till you gagged just a little. “Easy easy, don’t hurt that pretty throat” His hand cupped your face, thumb running down your jaw as you did your best to suck him off.

You released him and stuck out your tongue and you could’ve sworn he whined. He gripped his cock gave your tongue a few lewd taps, loving how precum and drool fell. “Im not wasting a good load like this” Your lips felt a little swollen and the wetness between your thighs was unbereable. He sat on the bed, and you got the message instantly as you quickly got up and straddled him. “Eager? Watching me got you this hot huh y/n?”

Cocky bastard.

You pushed him down and positioned yourself above his cock and slowly pushed yourself down on him. “Fuck” You breathed out as you settled, hands on his chest. He gripped your waist thrusting upwards and absolutely loving your yelp of surprise. “Go on, ride me good baby” Hellboy gripped your rear and gave it a smack with his left hand. He knows how much that drives you mad.

Your hips moved and the angle itself would be your undoing. Like this he hit every nerve and spot just perfectly and while his size was tricky it helped intensify the pleasure like this. You thrusted down on him not expecting to be the moaning mess you could hear yourself becoming.

True to his demand you rode him. True to your skill he was absolutely becoming a mess beneath you.

Hellboy had a habit of indicating it too. He sat up still holding you tightly and began to fuck upwards losing himself to a rhythm. His mouth found your breast as you moaned out his name. Tongue swirling around your nipple as he met you thrust for thrust. “Oh g-god” You were a stuttering mess by now, hips erratically moving, hands gripping a chunks of his hair as he thrusted up. You felt his thumb on your clit and that was your undoing.

It was one of those orgasms where you get dizzy. Where you go stiff as a board and your head swims and your voice cracks. Hellboy presses his face against your chest as he erratically thrust up and cums in you with a growl that’s lost against your skin. You fall backwards with him, feeling sticky warmth drip out of you and steam against your body.

You could get into this morning habit.

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Would You Be Mad? (SMUT)

anonymous said: Since requests are open can I request a smutty yet fluffy Bri please ? 💞

(a/n: srry for any typos im posting this RLLY quick before i go into work so pls dont roast me ok enjoy ur sinful sunday u nasties. also as always gif creds to @imladrs)

There were a lot of things in life you’d expected to hear from Brian May. Let me tune my guitar again, did you hear about this obscure blah blah scientific find, Roger’s an arse, why is Freddie being a tart, is there a meat-free option – you had heard them all. You expected them, and in turn, you received.

“If I kissed you, would you be mad at me?” was not one of those things. But now you had heard it, live and in the flesh, and you had no idea how to react.

You had chose to spend the night in, declining a night on the town with the boys, and Brian ended up missing you about an hour into drinking, so his tipsy giant self managed to show up on your doorstep, looking undeniably fit in a simple green polyester button up and black trousers. The buttons of the shirt were undone to the middle of his chest and was askew from his hour at the club, revealing hints of a gently tanned, slim torso, and his mid-waist trousers only accentuated his already long legs. He’d drank just enough to give his eyelids a bit of weight, and the way he looked at you with heavy hazel eyes and a toothy grin made your cheeks heat up.

God, keep it in your pants, you’d thought as you let him in. And maybe he’d been thinking the same. After all, you weren’t expecting company, so your lace and silk teddy/shorts combo was practically leaving little to be desired for. But neither of you had followed that rule tonight, and now you were here, Brian fucking May asking if you would be angry if he kissed you. As if.

It started out innocent enough. You’d invited him in, gotten him a glass of water and some snacks. He was grateful, and sat cross-legged on the end of your pull-out couch’s bed, snacking away. You returned to your laying position you’d been in before he’d arrived, on your side facing him, when he’d suddenly brought up your ex in the middle of polite conversation.

“How is Colin?” he asked, visibly sneering as he said his name and making you laugh as you toyed with the pages of your book, not really reading at this point. Brian was now laid down at a weird angle, his head resting against your stomach as he laid across the diagonal length of the bed so that his feet weren’t dangling off. Sitting your book to the side, you began to play with a piece of his hair and pursed your lips, trying to think of the last time you’d heard from Colin.

You knew Brian had always disliked him thoroughly, and this had led to Colin accusing Brian of trying to steal you from him, which had blown up into this whole big thing that ended in Colin leaving and Brian trying to avoid seeing you so he wouldn’t upset you. But it didn’t last. Brian was back within a few weeks, showing up at random times to spend the day with you. After all, you’d both clearly preferred each other’s company the most for a long time, and had been close friends for even longer. Even Roger was jealous of how much time Brian spent with you, but he never made a big deal about it with Brian. Instead, he made it a running joke, but that was okay with you, and you assumed it was okay with Brian (It was - he loved it).

“Haven’t got a clue, honestly,” you admitted, twirling a single curl around your finger before slowly stretching it out. “Haven’t seen him since he showed up on my doorstep drunk last month,” you teased playfully, giving his hair a gentle tug and smiling softly. “But I turned him away.”

Brian, unbeknownst to you, gasped softly and shifted his hips, turning a brilliant shade of red as you tugged on his hair. He was already drunk and horny, so everything about you in your silk teddy and shorts, right there for the taking, was turning him on. Now it was getting to the point where he needed to act on it before he had a mess to clean up in his trousers. They were restricting enough that he felt like he was going to burst out of his pants if he wasn’t careful, so he flipped over on his stomach, holding back a sharp inhale as his clothed cock rubbed up against the bed while he was getting comfortable.

After a shaky recovery breath, he spoke. “The difference between me and Colin showing up on your doorstep is that I’m a young, dashing, intelligent man here to have a good night in with you, and he’s just… well, Colin.” That got you giggling, and Brian grinned lopsidedly as he rested his head on both of his hands, crossing them and laying down on your thighs. His warm, twinkling eyes scanned your face as you laughed, soaking all of it in. “Besides, fuck him!”

“Why so?” you asked, a cheeky edge to your voice as you sat up a bit. You’d be lying if you said the sight of Brian down there wasn’t doing something for you, so upped the ante a bit against your common sense. “And I mean, I have, so there’s that.”

“Oh, you know what I meant,” Brian groaned, still grinning as he propped his arm up on your leg carefully, resting his head in his hand. “I bet he’s a lousy fuck either way. Probably doesn’t even know how to last longer than 30 seconds.”

“Well, you’re not wrong there,” you mused, mainly to yourself, and then you reached out again to toy with his hair. “I don’t even know if he was attracted to me very much. It seemed like I didn’t really do it for him unless I was a quick fuck. Must not have been his type or something.”

“You, not doing it for him?” Brian asked, his voice unashamedly incredulous. “The man must be blind, then. You’re way too pretty to just be a ‘quick fuck.’” Your cheeks flushed a bit as he continued to watch you, eyelids still heavy from the liquor in his system but his eyes alive and teeming with energy. “You’re beautiful, Colin’s a prick for not appreciating you as much as you deserve.”

“Brian, you’re just drunk and saying that to be nice. Stop being such a sweetheart,” you laughed softly.

He rolled his eyes and gave you an ‘are you kidding’ look before shaking his head. “I’m serious, Y/N, you’re gorgeous. You’re mental if you don’t think I’m telling the truth. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Ouch,” you laughed, rubbing the side of your face and smiling as Brian cocked his head to the side a bit, curious. “I’m mental? That pisses me right off, I’ll have to kick you out of here for that one.”

“Oh, no!” Brian pretended to be panicked, but it only lasted a moment before he started grinning dopily again. “I don’t want to make my lovely host angry, I take it back.” A wide grin spread across your face as you gently shoved his shoulder, and his unbalanced equilibrium made him fall backwards with a groan. And when he rolled over, you were immediately distracted by the bulge in the crotch area of his pants, your cheeks flushing even more than before.

Suddenly, the air was tense as Brian noticed where you were looking, but he didn’t seem ashamed when he met your gaze again. Instead, he sat up, hovering over you as he kept eye contact, his gears shifted completely. No longer was playful Brian up to bat. This was different, a Brian you’d never seen before. He was imposing, attentive, and sensuous as his hand came to rest on your side. There was still a sweet look in his eyes, but something else lingered there, something darker.

You tried to say something, anything, but no words would come to mind as you stared back at him for what seemed like way too long. His tongue darted out and quickly wetted his lips as he glanced at yours, and then you spoke, finally remembering that the two of you were actually in the middle of a conversation. “You take it back? What part?”

He ignored that, the corner of his lip tugging upward as he leaned in a bit closer, then stopped himself. “If I kissed you, would you be mad at me?” His voice was somewhat clear, drunkenly unafraid, and he watched your eyes for any hint of a reaction as you remained quiet, biting your lip.

Finally, you responded. “Can’t be kicking you out if you kiss me, can I?” Brian’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, and his hand slid around you to rest on your lower back as he pressed his forehead against yours, your noses brushing up against one another’s before you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his.

He tasted like whiskey and beer, an intoxicating mix of the two still lingering on his lips as he kissed back, a languorous pace to it while he savored the feeling of your lips on his. You reached up to cup his jaw with one hand, and he almost leaned into your touch as he tilted his head slowly, deepening the kiss and pressing your body up against his. The taut front fabric of his trousers pressed up against your thigh, so you raised your thigh up a bit to rub it against his bulge.

A breathy moan escaped his lips, Brian pulling away for a moment to regain his thoughts before he kissed you again, rolling over on his back and pulling you on top of him. He wasn’t urgent about it, taking it slow and easy as he sat up a bit to make it easier for the both of you. His hand rubbing up and down your side, he spoke against your lips quietly, just for the two of you to hear, even if there was not a single soul around. “Hey, I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”

You smiled against his lips, kissing his lower lip before gently taking ahold of it with your teeth and tugging a bit. He made a pleased noise in the back of his throat and moved his hand to rest under your teddy, his rough skin brushing up against the soft curve of your waist. “Tell me how beautiful I am,” you murmured, ducking your head under his chin and pressing an affectionate kiss there, then trailing your lips down his neck and pressing lazy kisses to it as you made your way down to just above where his shirt started coming together.

“God, Y/N,” he almost whispered, his eyes watching your every move as you looked up at him through your lashes, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, button by button. “You’re like a fucking dream to look at, love.”

That brought a sly smile to your lips, and you unbuttoned the last button on his shirt, pushing it open to expose his whole torso. You straddled his hips as you did so, running your hands up his lightly toned, slim chest. His ribs just poked out of his skin, and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone before moving back up to kiss him on the lips again. This time he was more eager, trapping you there with a firm hand resting on the nape of your neck. But you didn’t mind, and you moved your lips in sync with him as he rested his free hand on your hip. He finally pulled away to take a breath, and you took the opportunity to pull your teddy up and over your head, tossing it to the side.

Brian’s pupils dilated even more as he looked over your body, marveling quietly at you. You pushed off his shirt as he ogled, tossing it to the side as well and reaching down to toy with the button on his pants afterwards. His teeth found his lip, and he chewed on it as he tore his eyes away from your body to look back up at you, a smile gracing his lips when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, distracted,” he mumbled, pulling you back in for a quick kiss before starting to push down your sleep shorts. “You’re too stunning, you have an unfair advantage right now.”

You giggled at that, moving off of him carefully to push off your sleep shorts. Now you were completely naked in front of Brian, your friend, and you didn’t feel at all nervous. It was like he was meant to see you like this, and there were no expectations. His praise was probably fueling most of that, but it was nice to be appreciated like this. “You’re not bad yourself, so I see no advantage,” you teased quietly, kneeling between his legs and undoing the buttons of his trousers as you kept eye contact with him.

Carefully kicking his pants off once you’d unbuttoned them and pulled them down, Brian watched in drunken amazement as you hovered over him for a moment before pressing a kiss to his abdomen. You reached up with one hand to palm him through his boxers, and received a throaty groan in response. His hand brushed back through your hair, and he admired you with a lustful, yet doting look in his eyes.

“Oh, Jesus,” he breathed out as you moved down to brush your lips over the thin layer of fabric that separated you from his cock. His eyelids fluttered closed as you did so, his head falling back against the back of the couch a bit. It took all of his energy to lift his head again and look at you, his lips parted slightly as he took shallow, quick breaths. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Y/N.”

This time, you only grinned mischievously in response to his slurring compliments, moving to the side to pull down his boxers. His cock sprung free from its restraints readily, but Brian didn’t even give you a chance to admire him before he was on top of you again, his lips attaching to your shoulder. Brian pinned you down with his own body, his cock brushing up against your thigh as he reached down to rub your clit hard and slow, eliciting a quiet purr of pleasure from you and making him shiver at the noise.

“So, so beautiful,” he mumbled against your shoulder, trailing love bites along the skin framing it and searching up your neck before stopping at your jaw. “You’re an angel,” he whispered this time, his lips agonizingly close to your ear and making goosebumps rise on your arms as you felt his hot breath against your earlobe.

You moaned lowly as his fingers pushed into you, your cheeks splotchy with redness as you felt an overload of lust and fondness at the same time. Brian was making you feel like a princess, but at the same time, his fingers were working so expertly at your core that you were quickly unraveling in his hands. “Bri,” you murmured, and he pulled back to gaze down at you as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, a cocky smile playing at his lips. You weren’t sure how to phrase it, but a curl of his fingers inside of you and the thought came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop it. “Make love to me?”

Something in his demeanor changed as he slowed down, then pulled his fingers out of you and instead slid them up your sex, slick from how wet he’d made you in such a short time. “Make love to you?” he clarified, not even seeming remotely put off by the idea. You nodded, biting your lip as you studied his face, trying to gauge his reaction. “Of course,” he finally replied, his voice full of tenderness as he slowly rubbed his fingers around your clit in circles and ducked down to engage you in a quick but deep, passionate kiss.

All of your nerve endings felt like they were in flames at this point, every point on your body hypersensitive. You felt his hand leave your core, his hips shifting as he moved to sit back on his heels, grabbing his wallet out of his jeans and retrieving a condom. You watched as he put it on, focused on doing it right, and you found yourself blushing lightly as he met your gaze once he’d rolled it on.

“You sure you want this?” he asked, genuinely wanting to make sure you were being honest as he went to kneel between your legs. You nodded, and he smiled goofily, his drunken eyes holding even more of a smile than his own lips as he leaned up to kiss your forehead. His forehead then resting against yours, he took your hips with one hand and pulled you a bit closer, wrapping his other hand around his length and lining himself up carefully. You watched this happen, then looked up into his eyes, which were unnervingly close to your own. He noticed this and looked up at you, meeting your gaze with an unreadable emotion flitting across his face as he slowly pushed into you, maintaining eye contact.

The pressure of him filling you was almost alien, as it had been a moment since you’d even fooled around with anyone besides Colin, on top of the fact that this was Brian, your close friend, someone you’d never really expected to have on top of you. Your arms wrapped around his torso as you inhaled sharply, your fingers digging into his back when he bottomed out in you, a soft gasp escaping his lips. After a moment, he pulled out halfway and began to thrust slowly, with a purpose. Each roll of his hips was careful, calculated, and oh-so-satisfying as he focused on taking it slow, his nose nuzzled up against your cheek and short, shaky breaths hitting your jaw with each thrust.

“Brian, you feel so good,” you moaned in appreciation, his hips pressing against yours with each thrust. He groaned something incoherent, one hand gripping the top of the couch above your head and supporting his weight as he found your hand with his free one, lacing his fingers into yours and squeezing your hand. That little gesture made your heart soar, and you arched your back slightly to press up against him, your bodies melded together as he pushed himself into you, deep and slow.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re fucking amazing,” he groaned out, gradually speeding up his thrusts as he buried his face in your neck, murmuring praises over and over. One of your hands found his hair, and you tangled your fingers in it as you let your head fall back against the back of the couch, in complete bliss because of Brian’s gentle way with you. When his lips brushed up against your sweet spot, you involuntarily curled up your fingers in his hair and tugged slightly, making him choke out a low groan as his hips stuttered for a moment. He couldn’t be in this position if he wanted to last any longer, so he pulled out of you, to your chagrin, but he quickly laid on his side and turned you on your side as well. You were facing away from him, and you gasped softly in surprise as he lifted your leg up and slowly slid his cock into you again, his lips pressed firmly against your shoulder.

Colin had never taken you like this. In fact, no one had ever taken you like this before, and you were on cloud 9 as he thrusted into you carefully, his hips pressing against your ass with every thrust and making you smile in pure bliss. So it only added to your pleasure when he reached around you to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. This was overload, and you couldn’t mask your excitement as you moaned out his name, which made him grunt in appreciation and let out a few noises of pleasure himself. He cursed under his breath as you rested your hand on his forearm, gripping it tightly to ground yourself as he made waves of ecstasy roll through you.

Brian was just as undone as you were, the feeling of your hand gripping on to him for dear life only sending him closer to the edge as he thrusted into you deeper and faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy and signaling to you that he couldn’t last much longer. “God, you’re perfect,” he breathed out, resting his forehead against your shoulder as his lips remained parted in a silent moan, his trembling breaths hitting your back and making you shiver. When he knew he couldn’t hold out any more, he had to slip his free hand under your head and force your jaw to the side so that you were looking up at him, his head hovering over yours as he buried his cock as deep inside of you as he could go. He smashed his lips against yours, muffling the loud moans tumbling out of him as he came, hitting his climax and shaking a bit as his high ran its course.

You pulled away from the heated kiss as he quieted down a bit, an almost pitiful moan escaping his lips at the loss of contact, but you were too close to the edge to notice much as his fingers continued to rub your clit quickly. He was intent on making you climax now, his fingers working wildly at your core as he pulled out, and you looked up into his eyes, your lips parting as you moaned his name, your climax hitting you all at once and sending you reeling. He watched you unravel beneath him, his name on your lips repeatedly as you rode out your high while keeping eye contact with him, and it was enough of a sight to make him groan lowly, even though he was far from being horny anymore.

As soon as you’d came down from your high, your eyelids fluttered closed and you sighed softly, nuzzling into his hand. “Holy shit, Brian,” you murmured, exhausted from what had just taken place and overwhelmed by how good he’d just made you feel.

“You okay?” he asked, running his thumb along your lower lip, and when you nodded, he smiled softly and climbed over you, ambling his way into the kitchen. He cleaned himself off and disposed of the condom properly, then came back with a rag so you could clean yourself up as he pulled his boxers on again. He handed you his shirt after you’d cleaned yourself up a bit, and you sat up to pull it on, buttoning it almost all the way up. Brian climbed back onto the bed with you, halfway sitting up next to you and watching you quietly.

After you’d gotten yourself at least somewhat covered up with his shirt, you looked over to him and smiled before laying down by his side, curling up against him and wrapping your arm around his torso. He ran his fingers back through your hair, taking a deep breath before resting his hand on your head.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice full of admiration as he watched your eyelids flutter closed again, your breathing slowing down considerably. You reached over and took his hand that was on the opposite side of him, intertwining your fingers together and resting them back on the bed as you hummed softly.

“Good night, drunkard that showed up on my doorstep,” you replied sleepily, Brian laughing and shaking his head as he settled down next to you, pulling a blanket over the both of you before drifting off to a peaceful, deep sleep.

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Drunk and in love (Leo x reader)

Rating: 🍋 XXX (for sexy times)🍋

Universe: 2014/16

Age of the TMNT: 21

Authors note: I’m back bichesss (jacksfilms reference XD) anyways it feels good to be back! I may have cheated on my social media break but not much :P anyways I got an idea for drunken turtle bois ™️ from (you guessed it) the “turtle tumblr” discord chat :D DM FOR A LINK ! (I always put content there before I do here) I hope you like it :D

Summary: A fun night of drinking becomes even more thrilling with Leonardo.

It was a Saturday night and you finally had your first day off in weeks. Your company was overworking you but at least you were getting paid for it. You poured some wine into a glass and walked into the living room where the boys were hanging out,

“Here you go Leo,” you handed him the glass of wine and kept the rest of the bottle yourself. You plopped yourself onto the couch undoing a couple of buttons on your blouse and taking a long swig from your personal bottle.

“Damn angel cakes,” Mikey chimed in, with his own beer in hand. “Are you trying to get sh-wasted?” You smiled,

“Isn’t that the point?” You took another drink. The wine was nice and sweet, almost like juice which made it very easy to drink. Leo sat next to the couch on a stool.

“Come here,” he slurred as he put his wine glass down on the side table next to him. You smirked and stood in front of him. “Turn around,” he smiled sloppily. You complied and turned your back to him. His hands climbed up your back and into your hair, slightly tugging it, making your heart beat a little faster. His hands settled on your shoulders, digging into the knots that had piled on due to stress,

“Oh Leo, that feels great,” you gasped as he tugged on your blouse to nibble on the bare skin of your neck. All three of the boys blushed, feeling as if maybe they shouldn’t be watching this. Raphael coughed out loud,

“Ahem,” he stated very obviously. Leonardo continued to nibble on your neck only opening one eye to shoot Raphael a cold hard look

“Why don’t we go into my room baby,” he cooed.

“Ok,” you sighed, hoping to get a full back rub out of it. He grabbed your hand as you led him down the hall and into his room. Leonardo pulled you into an embrace as soon as you were alone. He ran his hands up and down your body,

“Do you wanna take off your blouse, so I can really get into those knots?” He was slurring, and almost falling over with you, but smiling.

“Yeah ok,” you smirked as you turned your back to him to unbutton your blouse. You covered your breasts with your hands, good day to not wear a bra, you thought as you laid front first onto his bed. He got onto the bed on his knees, hovering just above you. Leo got to work, kneading the stress away with his knuckles. You groaned, it felt so good, you could practically melt into the mattress. “Oh Leo,” you moaned. He smirked at the words of praise he was able to solicit from your mouth but he was greedy and wanted more. He swooped down onto your back, planting soft kisses on your shoulders as he massaged your lower back. It all felt so good, you didn’t want to stop him, no matter how tired you were. His hands dared to go lower, cupping them around your ass, dragging them up and down. You could feel his thumbs graze your inner thigh and lead up to your center. You gasped in anticipation just as he pulled them away and back upwards. Leo gently dragged his nails down your back,

“My princess is tired isn’t she?” He pandered.

“Yes,” you moped. It felt nice to be taken care of. Leonardo lifted your hair up off your shoulders,

“Let daddy take care of that,” he smiled as you felt goosebumps rise from your skin. Leo kissed your shoulders again, attaching himself to a certain spot while one hand crawled underneath you to fondle your breast.

“Yes daddy,” you complied as your face turned a soft shade of pink. He kissed you down your back and tugged at your skirt with both hands, successfully pulling your panties off with it. He wasted no time, pushing your ass in the air so he could get the sweet juices at your center. “Leo,” you giggled, but didn’t stop him. He slid his tongue in between your folds, forcing moans from your mouth against your will. He pulled his face from you only to help you roll onto your back,

“You’re so gorgeous,” he sighed when he saw your flushed face and messy hair. He went for your thighs, landing soft kisses that made you giggle. “Leooo,” you teased. Everything felt warm, and nice. Leonardo was your safety.

“Don’t worry baby,” he kissed you up your stomach and buried his face in your breasts. “Let me do all the work,” he smiled as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. You gasped and moaned to Leo’s delight. He only wanted to make you feel good. He wrapped his arms underneath you and kissed your neck, sucking at it, leaving his mark so everyone would know you were his. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you sighed. You didn’t notice Leonardo get naked but at some point he did. “Oh my gosh,” you exclaimed when you saw him maskless. “Your mask!” You couldn’t help but blush and he smiled,

“That’s not the only thing I took off,” he growled sensually as he pushed his tip through your entrance and slowly into you. You felt warmth between your legs and your thighs trembled as Leo thrust in and out of you. You were embarrassed at how wet you were, so desperate for his cock. All Leonardo could think of was how tight and smooth you felt. He slid in and out of you as his mind clouded. “You’re so amazing,” he gasped, kissing your breast. “I can’t believe I get to be with you.”

You couldn’t help but blush, you were unable to form words though. You could hear his headboard thumping against the wall but you couldn’t remember why that mattered. Leonardo ran his hand down your thigh and pushed your leg towards you, giving him a nice angle. You could feel ecstasy coursing through your veins, colors were brighter and love songs finally made sense. You tried to pull yourself from the edge, not wanting to take that adrenaline-filled jump yet. “Ooh-“ you moaned, how could you stop from cumming with Leo? He knew all the right spots, and what you liked the most.

“I love you gorgeous.” He said as he kissed your feet.

“I love you too,” you said letting the wave that was pushing at your center flow into your entire body. Leonardo thrust into you a few more times before pulling out to cum on your belly. You could feel the warmth pool on your stomach, then run down your sides. He rolled off of you, “that was nice wasn’t it Leo?” You asked but he was already asleep.

[selenelavellan]

wishing, hoping, and waiting

A/B/O AU

*awkward shuffling* sometimes I just miss AUs and I need to write something for them ok?

Dirthamen and the Evanuris are @feynites

Selene lets out a long, slow breath as she stares at her reflection in the mirror.

The gown is very fine, with a high halter neckline the tops of which brush gently against her jaw whenever she angles her head downwards. The gradient of it is gentle but striking, switching from a white that matches the curls of her hair until it becomes a deep jet black of feathers trailing along the floor from about halfway down her legs. Her hair has been intricately braided with ravens feathers and obsidian gems and laid over her left shoulder, leaving the long, low dip of the back of the dress open and exposed and only barely covering the curve of her ass.

She is carefully tugging the dip slightly upwards in a vain attempt to gain a bit more modesty when Lord Dirthamen enters the room and her breath leaves her lungs in a rush.

Oh.

His own gown is done in a nearly opposing design. A high collar to frame his face from behind with a low, low dip of his collar that leaves the edges of his hip bones exposed in the front. The fabric is black where hers is white, with a longer train of pale feathers following each slow step he makes. There is a small assortment of jewelry adorning his person; more to mark rank than anything else though she's not sure how he could ever be mistaken for anyone else. His hair has been left long, with only a single hair piece to keep one side from falling in front of his mask, done in the design of a crescent moon.

She swallows, hands wringing slightly while she tries to tear her eyes away from him and finds herself powerless to do so.

It's not like it's news that he's beautiful, she berates herself internally.

But...it's not often it's flaunted like this. His beauty is far more commonly seen in other forms, after all; the way the light curves around his waist when he reaches for a book, the shifting of his features when he is comfortable enough to remove his mask to eat, the way his hair drapes across his desk when he is focused on solving a problem. Hidden moments of charm, like precious, private secrets.

This is a display.

And an unquestionably effective one at that.

She bows her head politely, eyes still unable to leave him as she does.

“Good to see you again,” She greets.

“You, as well,” He manages. It sounds slightly strained, and she frowns.

Is something bothering him?

It has been some time since they attended a party together; their frequency had slowed dramatically after the announcement of their 'courtship' after all.

Which had been the point, of course. He hated those parties and she hated the idea of him being paraded around like some sort of show animal. But this is a party for another event entirely, something Lady Sylaise had deemed important enough to celebrate but Selene had been too distracted by her work to actually read up on. She supposes if it truly matters, someone will mention it.

She isn't planning on actually meeting Lady Sylaise, anyways.

“Are you alright?” She asks, taking a step towards him.

“Yes,” He nods. One of his hands moves into a pocket before pulling out a small, silver mask. “This is for you,”

Selene takes the half mask from him, and up close she can see that it's been patterned to look like a raven spreading its wings wide in flight. She thanks him and carefully arranges it onto her face, activating the enchantment that will keep it in place for the evening.

She smiles, and taps gently on the edge of a wing before leaning forward and gently clinking her mask against his own.

“We match.”

His chest rises and falls (and she tries and fails not to notice how much more prominent such a basic action is in his gown) before his throat bobs and he breathes out a soft “Yes,” that makes her own chest flutter.

Her gaze drops slightly lower and she pulls away with a soft “Oh,” Before she can think better of it, and reaches out to straighten some of the long jeweled chains dangling over his chest. Her fingers brush briefly against the exposed skin as she tugs on the white gold, and the warmth of him brings her back to the situation at hand.

Their courtship.

Their pretend courtship.

She clears her throat and straightens up, awkwardly patting once at the now-correctly-aligned jewelry.

“It was-that is, I mean it was-you've mentioned your sister is a stickler for details and I just...” She lets out a breath. “Sorry. Just...wanted to help.”

“I appreciate it,” He assures her.

The scent of mint and snow begins to rise in the room and Selene shivers under the weight of it-

Before there is a knock at the door.

Ah, she sighs in slight disappointment.

Time for their appearance, then.

Back to playing pretend.

It is always pretend, some part of her mind tries to remind her.

A part that is getting harder and harder to believe, though.

She laces her fingers delicately through his, and offers a reassuring smile.

“Are you ready?”

He nods, hand squeezing hers in acknowledgment.

Then they step through the doors.

Together.

–

It's not a terrible party.

It's almost nice, actually, now that it's not filled entirely with people trying to get into Dirthamens pants.

Not that there aren't still a few people making attempts.

But she spends most of the evening at his side which deters most of the would-be suitors, and when she returns from getting a beverage to find another elf attempting to plaster themselves to him despite the slight curving of his spine she now recognizes as his attempt to politely exit an uncomfortable situation without causing a scene, she just slides her arm around Dirthamens hip and mentions wanting to show him the view from the balcony as she guides him away from the crowd and the noise and into the fresh air of the evening.

Dirthamens shoulders slump slightly in exhaustion once they are out of eye shot of most of the party attendees, and she offers him her drink in case of dehydration.

He doesn't eat as often as he should, she's noticed.

His fingers brush hers as he takes the glass from her hand, mask shifting to sit on top of his head while he takes a long drink.

Selene takes the opportunity to admire his features in the moonlight; they are surprisingly elf-like tonight, and she wonders if its a side-effect of being surrounded by so many people. His jaw is square, and he's only got the one extra eye sitting in the middle of his forehead. She also notes that he is wearing a small amount of makeup, even under the mask. A dark lip and a ring of eyeliner that makes the blue of his eyes pop and his lashes look even longer than they normally do.

“Is something wrong?” Dirthamen asks after she has been staring for likely longer than would be polite.

“What? No,” She answers, back straightening as she smooths out the wrinkles that had formed in her dress while she had relaxed against the railing and stared at her false paramour. “You just look particularly beautiful tonight, is all.”

His face flushes, and she bites on her lip to keep from chuckling at the sudden intensity of it. Without the mask to hide behind, it's surprisingly easy to read him, she finds.

Probably part of the reason he wears it, she supposes.

“You as well,” He returns, glancing off towards the view of the city. “The dress suits you.”

“Thank you-” She starts, breath catching as one of his gloved hands reaches up to tuck a stray curl back behind her ear.

One of her own hands reaches up to catch it before he can pull it away.

They both seem equally shocked by her actions.

“I...” She starts, unsure of where she's really planning on taking the sentence. She's not sure if its an apology, or a confession, or a statement about the weather.

She's just suddenly overcome by the desire for him to keep touching her, in some capacity.

He blinks, one eye at a time, and the flush this time is much more gradual as it sweeps over his features.

“There is no one here to see us,” He reminds her, quietly.

“It's not for them to see,” She responds without thought.

His eyebrows raise, and his throat bobs again.

“I...” She tries again, hand tightening slightly around his. Looking for reassurance, for comfort, for some sort of sign that he feels the same way she does.

A trio of elves bursts out of the doors nearest to them, laughing and stumbling and smelling of an overindulgence of wine.

Selene releases Dirthamens hand, and stares out at the city beneath them.

She lets out a breath.

“We should get back to the party,” She swallows, carefully re-affixing her mask while his own moves back to its usual space.

“Ah, yes,” He agrees, taking note of the trio who don't seem to notice their presence, and are currently preoccupied with disrobing one another in the doorway.

Her index finger links loosely with his own as they re-enter the ballroom.

–

“Earlier...” Dirthamen mentions tentatively once they are back in their room, alone and tired from the events of the party.

“Hm?” Selene asks, yawning slightly as she finally removes her mask, carefully placing it down on one of the tables and idly tracing the outline.

“You appeared to be trying to tell me something.”

Selene blinks, mind hazy in her current exhaustion as she struggles to think of what he might be referring to.

“On the balcony...?” He clarifies.

And Selene feels it click.

“Oh. Uhm,” She takes a deep breath, fingers beginning to untie her braid in an attempt to fight off her nerves. “That was just...”

I wanted to tell you that I'm in love with you, and would like to court you genuinely.

I wanted to tell you how badly I wanted to kiss you on the balcony in the moonlight.

I wanted to take you back into the party and declare my love for you in front of the empire and your family and damn the consequences.

“I just wanted to tell you...”

Obsidian beads start falling to the carpet in quiet droplets.

“that....”

Her fingers catch on a knot in her hair.

“I....”

The material of her gown brushes against her jaw as she pointedly stares down at the ground.

“really....”

Her heart is beating faster in her chest, pounding and pounding in anticipation.

“...like the mask you gave me.”

Coward, she berates herself.

“Ah,” he says, and she thinks she picks up a slight note of disappointment in the air before it is swiftly hidden. “Yes. It seemed an appropriate gift for our current level of courting.”

“Of course,” She nods, swallowing her tongue.

“I am glad you enjoyed it.”

“I'd enjoy any gift you gave to me,” She admits.

His head tilts in consideration. “We have been doing this a bit too long now for flowers and poetry not to raise questions. But it is a sweet sentiment. Thank you for it. You are very kind, to say such things. I apologize for any trouble our false courting may be causing you.”

“I...there's no trouble, Dirthamen,” She laughs, shaking her head in fondness and blabbering on before she can think better of herself, and the familiarity she is speaking to him with. “I would do whatever it took to stay by your side.”

That, at least, seems to have caught him off guard.

Selene can't say she meant to say it aloud, either.

They both stand still and silent for a few moments, in the dim light of their shared room in his Arlathan estate.

“I...am going to go change into my sleep wear,” She finally manages, clearing her throat slightly and retrieving a long, soft undershirt from the wardrobe.

He nods, silent and staring and flushed from the neck down as she excuses herself from the room and enters their bath.

She closes the door.

And then slides down the back of it with a soft groan.

Well....at least the party was nice.

[kilyra]

No Tip Required

Summary: While out having dinner with Shades, the waiter starts acting odd. You have a sinking suspicion that Shades has something to do with it.

Word Count: 1.7 K

A/N: Not that I’m doing a story arc exactly, but this is the same reader insert as “Damn Him”. So, again, this takes place well after season 2, but I kept the details vague so there are no spoilers or anything. Also, I went with calling him Hernan vs Shades since he is making an effort to keep the reader away from that side of him. Hope it’s not distracting!

Hernan leaned onto the table, his arm draped off the edge so his fingers could lightly trace along your crossed leg. His other arm was resting across the cushion behind your shoulders and as he pressed in close, you wondered why you always ended up at one of the large, round booths. With how little space he gave you, you both could easily sit on the same side of a small, two-person bench.

The heat from his touch sent shivers up your spine. You had to admit, you didn’t mind how close he kept to you. Nor did you mind the privacy you got from having the large booth.

“You’re quiet,” he said softly, resting his hand on the crest of your knee. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at you. If he thought the smile masked his concern, he was mistaken.

You smiled back, aware yours was likely just as convincing. “Yeah. Look, tonight’s on me ok? Today was a good day and I want to celebrate.”

It had been a horrible day and you were eyeing up your favourite, but most expensive, dish to ease your stinging nerves. Along with enough drinks to make you forget everything. But you didn’t feel right making him foot the bill for that.

Absently, he rubbed his thumb against the side of your leg. “First off, you work for non-profits so no, it’s not on you. And secondly, don’t lie to me. You had a shit day. It’s written all over your face.”

His expression was so deadpan, you weren’t sure if he was lightly teasing or being completely serious. Did you just insult him? 

As if reading your mind, his cool smile returned.

Before you could say anything more, your server came around the end of the table, and immediately stopped short. He quickly composed himself but you caught his jump and sudden inhale. Even in the dim lighting, you noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with either of you. “Good evening. Very nice to see you both back again.”

“Hey Alvin, always nice to be back,” you replied. Alvin was your server almost every time you’d been here and was normally quite friendly and outgoing. His stiffness was out of place. “How are you tonight?”

His eyes flickered your direction before he resumed staring past you both. “I’m great, thank you. Did you still need a few moments to look through the menu, or have you decided?”

After you gave your orders, Alvin immediately started backing away when Hernan stopped him. “Hey Alvin, if she tries to be cute later and secretly pay the bill, do me a favour don’t let her, ok? It comes to me.”

“Yes, of course, Sha- sir. Of course.” Alvin bowed slightly before turning on his heel and leaving.Was he about to say Shades? You had heard a couple people use Hernan’s street name, but they were usually connected to the club that he bounced for. 

Something felt wrong. A small pit formed in your stomach. But you knew if you asked Hernan anything so direct, your question would be quickly brushed aside. “Did he seem off to you?”

Hernan’s eyebrows furrowed together for a quick moment before he reached over and pushed his shades further towards the centre of the table. The air felt cool where he hand had been. Looking back at you, he tilted his head slightly, his piercing eyes burning into you. “What do you mean?”

“He seemed…I don’t know. Skittish or something?”

Leaning in closely, he pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen forward, twisting it in his fingers as he ran his hand along your cheek. “Maybe he’s just having a bad day, baby. Like you did. So tell me what happened today.”

Topic change. It wasn’t surprising but he usually did that when it was related to his work or other things he wouldn’t tell you about. The pit in your stomach grew heavy. Why change topics about the waiter?

But you didn’t see a way to circle back to your questions yet. Chewing your lip, you tried to decide what to say without ruining your night by reliving everything. “The first half was alright actually. We had a corporate presentation which was good. Securing donations from them are pretty easy when you show them how positive the sponsorship is for their image.”

“Then, what’s this about?” Firmly, he brushed his thumb along your creased eyebrows and you let out a soft laugh, grabbing his hand. He gripped your fingers and pulled your hand to rest with his on your leg.

There was no smile this time to try and mask the concern on his face. Your pulse quickened from the intensity of his stare.

“I had an afternoon presentation with a potential private donor from Midtown and I don’t think he’s going to bite. They usually aren’t as easy to convince as corporate sponsors. I can’t play on their image the same and not all of them care about the tax breaks. And then there was some head-butting over the prep work for another couple private donor presentations next week.”

Hernan stayed silent as he watched you. You sighed.

“Personally, it’s a headache and I would pass on even trying, but my clients want to go after all avenues. And to be fair, since the incident, a lot of people have sprung up with serious money.”

“Profiteers?”

Lightly, you shrugged. “Maybe, or just good investors when everything crashed.” 

Breaking eye-contact, Hernan looked towards his shades that were still sitting on the table. Nodding his chin at you, he asked, “So who are you going after next week? There are always some big players at the club – maybe one of them has some good insight. Maybe even for the one from today?” 

You followed his focus to his sunglasses. “That doesn’t seem…I don’t know, ethical?” 

Hernan smiled widely. “I don’t mean anything illegal, just a good angle for you to work in the proposal. Besides, the charities you work for will do a hell of a lot more good with that money then those rich, Midtown assholes do.” 

“Well-” You stopped when Alvin came back to the table. 

Sitting back, Hernan let out a quiet, exasperated sigh. 

Nervously, Alvin looked to Hernan and dropped his head in a slight bow. “I’m sorry, I just have your bread rolls here and more water.” 

You shot a confused looked at Hernan, wondering where his annoyance came from, before turning to Alvin. “That’s fine. Great actually, I was running low.” 

Trying to overcompensate for the awkwardness you didn’t understand, you smiled and watched Alvin lean forward to grab your water glass. 

That’s when you noticed it. 

His eye was surrounded with a faint blue-green colour. In fact, you could see similar colours over his cheekbone and slight swelling over the side of his face. It might not have been recent, but Alvin had most definitely taken a beating.

“Whoa, hey are you alright? What happened?” You breathed the questions quickly, unable to stop yourself in time. 

As Alvin held your glass, his hand started to tremble. You saw the water splashing slightly from the tremor as he poured it. “I’m fine, thank you. It’s nothing." 

Grabbing Hernan’s glass, Alvin’s eyes darted up at him briefly before he focused on pouring his water.

“That’s not nothing. Seriously, who did that?” 

“Don’t pry, Y/N.” Hernan’s voice was low but firm. 

Looking at no one in particular, Alvin nodded in your direction and left. 

Your heart started to pound a little harder. This was wrong. “Excuse me? Don’t pry?” 

Hernan’s hand slipped from yours and he adjusted the front of his suit as he leaned back against the booth. “Yeah. Whatever happened, he’s probably not supposed to be talking about it at work. It’s not exactly professional. You’re just putting him in an awkward position.” 

Pressing your lips together, you paused. He had a point, but it still bothered you. And why wasn’t he even a little concerned? “But seriously, he looks like he had the shit kicked out of him.” 

Shrugging, he casually flicked his eyebrows upward. “Maybe someone taught him some respect?”

You mentally stumbled on that comment. Alvin always seemed like the sweetest person. “I-I’ve always found him to be respectful?”

Cocking his head to the side, a slow, tight smile spread over his lips. Finally, he nodded. “Good. That’s good. Still, though, you never know what someone might say or do when you’re out of earshot.”

Had Alvin said something? Did Hernan hear it? You dug your fingers into your knee as your mind raced. It would explain so much…

Sitting forward, his hard expression seemed to dissolve. His tight smile grew into the warm one you knew him for, and he clasped his hand over yours. His fingers brushed over your knee. “But, who knows. Maybe he just got rewarded for being a good guy. Terrible shit like that happens in this city too.”

As he stared deeply into your eyes and interlocked his fingers with yours, you started doubting yourself. Could Hernan even be capable of something like that? Would he beat a man just for something he said?

Were you being crazy?

Lifting your hand to his mouth, he lightly kissed your skin as he continued to capture your attention. His soft lips and warm breath started a small fire in the depths of your core – a fire that started to burn out the heavy pit of worry. 

You had a bad day and now you were jumping to unfair conclusions. All Hernan did was offer suggestions to the questions you kept asking. He couldn’t possibly know what happened to Alvin any more than you did…

Resting your hand against his cheek, Hernan closed his eyes, enjoying your touch before returning your joined hands to your lap. Shooting an easy grin at you, he reached for his drink with his free hand. “So, tell me about these Midtown rich kids you’re meeting with next week…”

Hernan kept you so focused on venting about work that you hardly noticed when a different server filled in for Alvin later that evening. 

It took a couple visits after that to realize that was the last time you saw him.

[themarchblessing]

MAMA Y PAPA

SABRINA

Laughing at Teresa cursing out her husband I glanced to my right to pick up another one of Izaiah’s t-shirts. I’ve been keeping myself busy but at a slow pace so I don’t trigger any sudden nausea. So far today has been relatively smooth. The new adjustments of Corey living here make me very giddy and childish. Childish in a good way. It’s so strange that I wake up and he’s right next to me. I get the same feelings when I get into bed, drift off to sleep and then I feel him climb into bed later on. It’s a peaceful feeling I’m learning to love rather quickly.

Izaiah is extremely happy to have Corey around all the time. I mean Corey’s been around constantly ever since we moved back here. But it’s different now that we know we’re a family. The energy in the house is warm, lifelike and comfortable. Much more than it ever was with just me and my little boy. We needed Corey’s presence to warm our home.

Feeling something soft touch my cheek I slowly turned to look over my shoulder. Corey was standing there with an envelope in his right hand and a single pink rose in his left. He brushed the flower over my ear and down the side of my neck.

“I thought you were gonna busy all day. What are you up to?” I asked.

He smiled and handed me the envelope.

“What is this?” I pushed eagerly.

“Open it and see.” His smile faded just a little bit it never completely went away. I did as he said reading over the card. Even though today is his birthday and way beyond Mother’s Day I feel very special and quite surprised that he would acknowledge the holiday just for me. And at random!

“Aww bebe..” I whined softly meeting his eyes.

“Happy Mother’s Day baby.” He grinned.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. Putting Izaiah’s clothes back in the basket I turned on my side palming my belly. I scanned the card over seeing some extra writing I hadn’t noticed the first go round. I looked up at Corey again. “Where are you taking me? You do know that it’s your birthday right?” I quizzed.

Corey leant down to my level kissing my forehead gently. My nose second. And my lips last. “Don’t worry about where we’re going or that it’s my birthday. Just go get dressed and pack a bag.” He said.

“Pack a bag? What kind of bag? An overnight bag..a suitcase..what? Can you just tell me where you’re taking me?” I plead taking the rose he was handing me. I inhaled the smell of it, moaning at how good it smells. The scent of nature and flowers in particular always puts me at ease.

“Stop asking me questions woman. I’m tryna do something nice for you. Now go.” He challenged.

Rolling my eyes I shook my head and got up from the couch. I started to round up the laundry until Corey stopped me.

“Stop working and go upstairs. I’ll put this away while you pack.” He chucked. “Go on now.” He shooed me away getting started on what I was finishing.

I jogged up the stairs feeling very excited for whatever Corey has planned. Last week he took me and Zay upstate to this beautiful lake house. The cabin was so quaint and nicely renovated no one would ever guess it was made of straight logs just a few years back. It was our first family trip and oh my goodness it was so overwhelmingly emotional for me. I still get frazzled inside when I hear my baby call Corey ‘dad’.

Stopping in front of the large mirror in the hall I ran my hands over my belly on all sides. I turned to see different angles loving the way my body has been changing from this pregnancy. I can’t wait to find out what we’re having. My gut is saying that it’s a girl but another part of me is saying it’s another boy. I really don’t care what gender this little bub is. I’m just really excited to meet him or her. I can say that this pregnancy is filling me out in more places than I can count. My waist is still the same size but my pants size has gotten up by one number, my bra size has gone by one cup as well. My pre-pregnancy shape is somewhat athletic and somewhat curvy. But with this extra weight I’m a little bit on the thicker side these days. I don’t mind because I know it’s beneficial for my baby.

“Thank you for giving mommy more body little baby.” Shaking my head at how lame I am I carried on to pack a duffel bag filled with comfortable outfits. I have no clue where Corey is whisking me off to but I know for sure I want be dressed for comfort and not for cuteness. As I was rounding up clothes, shoes, panties, bras and all the bare essentials I heard Corey attempting to sneak up on me.

“Well I’ll be damned. If you ain’t the sexiest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen then I must be blind.”

“You’re crazy.” I said. I continued to pack while he made sexual advances at me stirring up a lot of laughter inside of me. An hour flew by and the next I see it we were on the expressway. The weather today is just right. It’s not too hot or humid, the sun is shining perfectly, and the breeze is wonderful.

We rode in the car for maybe a little over an hour and then Corey made a right turn. I paid close attention to my surroundings checking out everything. I saw the welcome sign to this resort that I’ve been longing to go since before I moved to Cali.

“Oh my gosh! Corey..how did you know?” I squealed. My face was practically glued to the glass as I smiled at the flowers, the greenery and the magical environment we’re now in.

“I was gonna surprise you in a different way but I decided to just let your mind wander as enough of a surprise.” The car came to a stop. Corey got out first speaking to the valet attendant then he came around to get me. I stood on the sidewalk where it was shaded as he took our bags from the trunk. The check in process was speedy. We rode on a golf cart around a portion of the resort to where we would be staying.

Corey being the over top guy that he is got us in one of the largest villas they had on the property. I warn him all the time not to splurge so much but my advice goes over his head. I try not to sound like a nag too much because I know how hard Corey has worked to become this successful. I also know that he’s probably going to spoil me until the day I die so I’ll have to adjust to this level of treatment. His kindness will never go unappreciated or unnoticed, that I will make sure of.

Using the key I pushed our door back holding it open for Corey to walk in behind me.

“Oh my gosh, Corey it’s so beautiful.” I complimented. Walking in further I gave myself a quick tour of the place feeling my jaw drop every two minutes. This room is so gorgeous I swear it looks like something out of a magazine. The massive claw tub, the gorgeous tile flooring, the king sized bed, and the flower vases spread out throughout the room. The whole setup is perfect. I can’t forget about the rose petals sprinkled all over the bed in my favorite colors.

“Wow, this place is huge.” He said from the bathroom.

I met him in the doorway of the bedroom, wrapped my arms around his torso. Laying my head on his chest I took deep, rhythmic breaths. The chills ran through me then they faded. My nausea hit me fast and settled slow as I caught my breath.

“Thank you for this. Thank you so much.” I lifted my face to lightly kiss his cheek. I backed off of him to stretch out on the bed with my ankles crossed, massaging my belly.

“Stay right there.” he said. Corey disappeared and reenters the room with a stack of wrapped boxes in tow. Sitting up with a grin on my face I allowed him to spread everything out in front of me.

“There’s more?” I smirked.

“Lori, you know there’s always more for you baby. Go ahead and open them.” He encouraged. I anxiously opened the boxes and felt like I lost the ability to breathe. Can you say Christmas in the summer? Bags I’ve always dreamt of having are now staring me in the face. I feel like I’m dreaming. Gucci this, Fendi that, and Celine there. My goodness the man spent some serious cash on me. Little old me.

Checking out the mini Celine bag that I’ve had my eye on for three years I kissed my teeth. Covering my eyes for a moment I wept quietly. How in the hell did I get so fortunate to have this man treat me this way? Is it because he's trying to make up for all of the bullshit that Ace put me through? What is it?

His soft hands on my back brought more tears to my eyes.

“Don’t cry Lori. I just wanted to make your first Mother’s Day with me perfect. You deserve this, everything I’ve ever given to you and everything I’ll give to you later. Hey, look at me.” He kissed the crown of my head repeatedly, lovingly finally turning my face upward. “From the bottom of my heart, swearing on our children’s lives that I love and enjoy taking care of you and giving you anything you could ever want and need. Putting a smile on this beautiful face of yours is what gets me through my days. Never again will you have to worry about doing without Sabrina. That’s a promise. That’s my vow to you. And it’s all because I love you.”

Not having a sweeter choice of words to top his I lifted my hands to undo his belt buckle. I never took my eyes off of him while my hands laid the groundwork. Corey freed my hair of this braid. He has his way of showing me how much he cares and appreciates me, and I have mine. Sex isn’t the only way but it’s one of my favorites and it’s easy.

This little getaway is going to be very romantic.

COREY

“Thank you so much man. Ok, have a goodnight.” Shaking the guy’s hand I double backed to my ride to see if Sabrina’s ready. Today has been a busy day for us. After Bri opened up her first set of gifts she got sleepy so we hung out in the room for a little while. She had fallen asleep and I just watched the entire time. Bri might think I’m creepy for doing so but I disagree. She looks so at peace when she’s resting. So beautiful I can’t believe my own eyes sometimes. The only thing I wanted for my birthday was to make Bri happy. That’s it.

Once Lori was well rested we had a couples massage and of course I let Bri get whatever she wanted done. After that she rode a horse for the first time. The fear of seeing her fall is what prompted me to ride with her just in case. She was having a blast getting her first experience with a horse over with. She kept chanting “another first to check off my bucket list”.

Thanking the driver I walked into our building pulling my key out. I’ve got a few more surprises up my sleeve that I can’t wait to reveal. Closing the door behind me I searched for Sabrina finding her in the bathroom. Like I expected. She was in the mirror, rubbing her legs down. When she stood up to full height I felt my eyes widen.

“Daaamn girl!” I exclaimed. Bri jumped, clutched the counter and spun around halfway to throw her hairbrush at me. Her hair being all the way blown out with not a single curl in sight covered up half of her face. I got a good laugh at watching her use both hands to throw all of her hair behind her.

“Corey! Stop doing that!” She whined.

Chuckling at how shaken up she was I checked out the rest of her dress. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you but damn you look fine as hell. That’s a new dress?” I asked.

“No. Well kind of yeah. What do you think? I look okay? My belly doesn’t make me look weird in this does it?” Sabrina rambled, spinning in a slow circle to give me a full view.

Shaking my head I approached her taking in the scent of her perfume. “Hell no. In fact this belly of yours just amplifies how sexy you look. Why have you never worn this before?”

“Well because I never knew where to wear it to. It wasn’t this tight when I bought it but this extra weight is the reason why the dress appears to fit oh so well. I’m almost done, give me two minutes and then we can go.” I stood on the sidelines watching Bri rush around to finish getting herself ready.

“Did you get your gift from Zay this morning? Before Ravyn picked him up?”

“Yes, I did. He surprised me just before she showed up. I cried because I was so in shock that he remembered which perfume bottle to get.” She blushed.

Pointing to the black bottle with a flower top I asked, “that it right there?”

Sabrina nodded. She put all her makeup and hair stuff away and walked over to me. Gathering her hair she lifted her head signaling for me to test the scent on her.

“I see why you love this nigga Marc so much. That actually smells alright. Is this a new scent or something?”

“No it’s the second one he came out with I believe. You ready?” She quizzed. Following her out of the bathroom I hit the lights while she went to get her bag.

“I’m ready, just been waiting on you princess.” My teasing earned me a scold and her squeezing my ear. She reminded me of the shit my grandma used to do when I started pissing her off.

Instead of us getting a ride to dinner I’m going to present my biggest gift to her. What I’m giving to Sabrina is a really big deal. I’ve never spent this much money on any woman before. Not even my own mom. I just hope she likes the surprise. Holding her hand as we left the room and building I instructed her to look inside the hidden pocket of her new purse. When she whipped out the key I escorted her out front.

“What is this for?” She questioned me. Pointing forward we continued to walk until we stopped a few feet short of what is her new car. A 2018 ALFA ROMEO GIULIA QUADRIFOGLIO RWD. I told Sabrina I would buy her this car when we were in high school. I’ll never forget how the conversation started. Neither of us were dating anybody so it didn’t feel weird that I made such a promise. Now here we are years later and she’s about to find out that I kept true to my word. As I always do. She thought I was fucking around which I guess paid off after all these years.

“Corey, what is this?” She asks again.

“Let me show you.” For dramatic effect I removed the cover from the car, throwing it in a nearby trash can. I met her eyes feeling the luckiest man walking. I take immense pride being able to put a smile on Sabrina’s face. I’ll tell her every hour of everyday that I will always give her the world. I will tell her everyday that she can have whatever she wants. And I will tell her everyday that she means the absolute world and then some to me.

“Ok, so this is a joke right? This your new car for the next four years? And after that you’ll get a new one.” She laughed.

“Nah..” I disagreed. “It’s your car B. You remember what I said?”

Sabrina stared off into space for a second. “You still remember that? From high school, Corey? What we were in like...the 11th grade?” She walked up to the car, around it and around it again.

“Mhm. I told you one day and today is that day. It’s already halfway paid off. Give me until Christmas and you’ll have the title in your hand.” I promised. “Come on, we gotta go or we’re gonna lose this reservation.”

As we headed off to dinner Sabrina continued to babble on about shocked she is and how grateful she is. Of course she asked why and how, the usual third degree. I gave her the run down on every detail, configuration, and customization of her new whip. She understood for the most part and that’s all that matters. A couple of the features I threw in because I wanted to. But the rest was all for her.

We arrived just in time to get our table which is somewhat outside and somewhat inside. “We can sit inside if the air is gonna bother you.” I offered her another option so she didn’t feel compelled to stick to the area I chose.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you.” I helped her sit down and as we got comfortable, got our drinks and food ordered I slid a box to her side of the table.

“Corey...again with the gifts. You’ve given me so much already today.” She mumbled.

“Like I told you there’s always more with me B. Always more. Go on, open it.” I encourage her. Watching in bliss as she took out a brand new necklace with a custom pendant. I found two name pendants for Izaiah’s name and mine, had them customized with diamonds inside of both.

“Aww I love this babe it’s so pretty. It’s the perfect size too.” She smiled, taking it out of its box and clasping it shut. “Thank you, it’s beautiful and I love it.”

“You’re welcome. I saw you looking at different chains and bracelets trying to decide which one you wanted to get his name on. At first I wasn’t going to get my name on it at all but I thought what the hell. I went with the necklace so you can wear it everyday, close to your heart.” Shrugging as it’s not a huge deal I provided Lori with my undivided attention. I’ve missed out many years on spoiling Bri for Mother’s Day, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, etc but no more. She’s going to receive the best until our final days. And I’m thrilled to be the one to do it all.

I really miss Izaiah and I wish I had brought him along but I need to focus on Bri this weekend. My goals for this getaway are to show her how special she is to me and how perfect she is all around.

[a-bunch-of-ghosthunters]

Despair

( prologue part 2 )

     The second Damien walked through the door, all hell broke loose.

     “HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAH!”

     He didn't even have time to breathe again before all the air was knocked right out of his lungs. He fell backwards and hit the ground hard, looking up with dazed eyes to figure out the identity of his attacker.

     Another relatively short girl with flippy hair stood above him, hands held up in front of her as if preparing for another attack. She wore an undone white button-up over a yellow tank top, a relatively short white pleated skirt, knee high white socks and brown boots. Her hair flipped upwards at the ends at strange angles, and had a sort of brown-to-blonde gradient to it.

     “Huh... you don't look dangerous..."

    The girl eyed Damien up and down before stepping away, shoulders relaxing a little bit - such a small change, Damien almost couldn't notice. "Whoops, shit. Sorry, bro! I heard the door opening and thought it was one of the people who kidnapped us." She chuckled, rubbing the back of her head.

     Damien gaped from his spot on the floor. Her very first instinct was to jab him between the ribs...? He supposed he could understand feeling desperate, waking up so suddenly in a place like this... he felt the same way, after all. So it wasn’t just himself and Jazz...? How many more people were waking up inside these classrooms?

     He was pulled abruptly out of his thoughts by a loud snapping in front of his face. “Hey, earth to pinkie! You alright in there?”

      Oh, right, she was still there. “N-no, yeah, I’m cool! Just thinking, is all. So, uh, did you wake up in a locker too?”

     “Yep, sure did! Hit my head pretty hard on the way out. But we’ve got some more important stuff to worry about, I think.” She grinned, holding out a hand. “My name’s Ryou Hanamura! Nice to meet‘cha, pinkie. Is it ok if I call you pinkie?”

     Damien took her hand and let her pull him to his feet. “It is absolutely okay, and also I love it. My name’s Damien.”

     Ryou slapped him on the back as a greeting, hard enough to nearly knock the wind out of him again. Damien wheezed. “Jeez, you got me good when I walked in. Pretty sure I lost the ability to see for a second. How much have you practiced punching people in the stomach?”

     Ryou shifted her feet, crossing her arms. “Eh, I do jiu-jitsu! Been practicing since I was six. I’m super good at it! I’ve gotta be, if it earned me an Ultimate title.”

     Ultimate...?

     Huh... didn’t Jazz say she had a title like that too? That meant Ryou was also a talented student... but last he heard, students with Ultimate titles were spread out across the country, and really hard to come across. Especially two in the same place. What were the odds of that?

     Now that he was up on his feet, Damien could see around the room. It was... completely identical to the room he’d woken up in, save for a few different posters hung up on the walls. It even had the same pair of lockers tucked up in the corner...

     Which began to rattle without warning.

     Ryou leapt about a foot in the air, screeching and clambering against the desk behind her. Damien stayed calm, knowing what was about to happen, until the door finally opened and another girl came tumbling out.

     She collapsed against the ground with a soft wheeze, long platinum blonde hair spilling across the tiled floor and draping in front of her face like a curtain. She had on a white oversized sweater and long blue skirt, plain black mary janes peeking out from beneath the hem. The girl propped herself up on her elbows and lifted up her head, looking around the room with panicked icy blue eyes.

     “Wh-wha- where- who- what?” she stammered, clearly confused beyond belief. Damien started forward a little.

     “Hey. Don’t worry, it’s okay! Take a minute to collect yourself.” he tried to speak softly, to not freak her out any more. Slowly, the girl’s breathing evened out and she picked herself off the floor.

     Or, well, she started to before Ryou rushed over to help, face flushed bright red. “H-Here! I’ll help you up!”

     The girl muttered a timid ‘thank you’ in response. “Wh-who are you?”

     Ryou shook her head and hesitantly stepped away from the girl. “My name’s Ryou, and Pinkie over there is Damien!” Damien gave a small wave.

     The girl brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face and smiled, a small but friendly gesture. “My name is... S-Serephina Halvorie. It’s a pleasure to meet you two...”

     “Ditto.” Damien replied. “Uh, this might sound like a weird question to ask, but... do you have an Ultimate talent, by any chance?”

     The surprise was evident on Serephina’s face, before slowly morphing to confusion. “I- um, well, yes, I do... I’m known as the Ultimate Therapist. Why do you ask?”

     Another Ultimate?

     Damien opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly-

     “AAAAAAAAUGH!”

     “I got one!!!!!” Jazz’s voice bellowed from the hall, following a shrill startled scream. Ryou shouted in surprise, and Serephina flinched at the noise.

     “J-Jazz? What’s going on out there?” Damien rushed out to the hallway, only to find...

     Another stranger, hanging from the ceiling from her ankle via a makeshift rope. She was trying desperately to keep her glasses from dropping five feet to the ground, with Jazz standing a little ways away looking both startled and incredibly proud of herself.

     “H-Hey! Let me down from here this instant!” she begged, “Please?”

     Jazz looked her up and down, before shrugging with a sleazy grin. “Hmmmm... yeah, okay! Only ‘cause you’re so pretty.” She winked, and the dangling girl flushed red. Redder than she already was from being hung upside down, anyway. Jazz kicked a rope somewhere on the ground, setting off a Rube Goldberg-like reaction ending with the bespectacled girl being unceremoniously dumped onto the hard ground. She groaned and put her glasses back in the right place.

     She had wavy brown hair going down to her mid back and a rather refined white blazer, collared shirt beneath tied with a green bow. Her knee length pencil skirt matched her blazer. “Thank you...”

     Damien raised an eyebrow at Jazz, who was too busy making eyes at the pretty stranger to notice him until he began to talk. “How the hell did you manage to rig up a trap like this so quickly?”

     “Ultimate Thief, remember? I know all sorts of tricks, and how to set up stuff like this using the most mundane shit! It’s pretty easy if you know what you’re looking for.” Jazz shrugged off the feat like it was nothing. “It’s easier to frisk somebody if they can’t move enough to stop you.”

     “I guess that’s true... rad.” Damien nodded, finding that response to provide more questions than answers. But he still had too much of a headache to dwell on it too long.

     Meanwhile, the glasses girl had stood up and begun to brush herself off. Jazz took notice and immediately scurried over to her side. “Soooo... what’s your name? I’m Jazz Bakshi, Ultimate Thief! Pleased t’make your acquaintance.”

     The girl brushed some light brown waves over her shoulder. “You’re an Ultimate student, too...? Very well, my name is... Amber Evergreen. I’m... well, you may call me the Ultimate Noble. It might sound stuffy and uptight, and I can’t deny that it really is, but... I suppose if there’s an Ultimate Gangster somewhere, then anything’s possible.” She gave a curt bow. Jazz’s eyes widened.

     “Ultimate Noble? You mean, like, from a family of nobility, right? Does that mean you’re super rich??? What’s that like? D’you have servants or whatever?” Jazz rambled, trembling with excitement. It was probably rare for her to meet a rich person who wasn’t also a complete sack of shit. Damien understood the sentiment.

     “Another Ultimate student...?” he wondered out loud. How many more kids were there in this school? Jazz, Ryou, Serephina, and now Amber... was he the only one without...?

     “What’s going on down here? Is everybody okay?”

(( continued in next post bc it got too... long..... for tumblr to post... hhh ))

[gaygajeel]

Yes! The ways Fairy tail does anatomy wrong! Thank you :3 ( Sorry about that, I'm really nervous D: )

its ok!! im glad to be able to help out with this kind of stuff

this got pretty lengthy so its gonna be under cut! heres some links that may also help, i dont think i forgot anything super important?

i have a general art ref tag on my main , general arm references

how to draw breasts video (nsfwish of course) , foreshortening

figure drawing tips

hands for drawing (3d models of hands you can play around with (warning it greets u with a torso model that has a ding dong out))

how to connect legs to the torso (highly stylized,but good things to keep in mind)

while some things can vary from style to style, i bolded the basic rules of anatomy if you dont wanna stick to just realism. mashimas style is actually closer to realism than a cartoon, most exaggerated things arent style but anatomy problems. things of his that are stylized for example are the eyes. he actually has really got down how to make eyes bigger than usual and not have it look wrong/bad.

first and foremost, the most noticeable thing in many ft drawings is the boobs.

boobs are not perfect circles for one. an important thing to remember when drawing boobs is that gravity affects them. when standing upwards, boobs will be pulled downwards and a fold against the skin is noticeable. this of course changed depending on the pose of the character, such as if they are lying down they will lean more towards the sides.

the best thing to coach yourself on making sure the boobs arent too big is to make sure they are not bigger than the head. 

while boobs do jiggle during many forms of exercise, having a female character not have good support for their breasts is very... unrealistic, as most ppl with boobs tend to get aches from this sort of thing. different support can do different things though. sports bras typically keep The JiggleTM to a low, while there are special bras for pushing up your breasts to make them look bigger & cleavage more noticeable.

other factors to take into account: boobs are attached to skin that go up to the arm pit, so if the arm is more upwards this can affect where the boob is as skin is tightening. boobs are soft, but not jelly.

boobs arent smack dab on the chest unless the before mentioned push up bras are in play. they hang about, but also dont go on the abdomen, they basically dont go over the rib cage.

also, nipples come in all different kinds of sizes & placements but are typically 2 head lengths down and the angle is outwards.

the torso

hips & waist are big issues in ft. hips typically shouldnt be bigger than shoulders unless part of character design/body type

waists shouldnt be too much smaller than ribcage. a good thing to remember is that your character is supposed to have organs in there. unless they are meant to be malnourished or have a very skinny body type, avoid it. looking up diagrams of muscles & organs around there helps me define how big this portion should be.

there are all kinds of body shapes, especially with feminine characters. typical ones are hour glass (small waist), diamond (large waist & hips, sometimes actually bigger than shoulders), rectangle (hips, shoulders, and waist are basically the same shape), triangle (small hips & waist, big shoulders, the common body type for guys), inverted triangle/pear (small shoulders & waist, big hips)... the list goes on and on, really.

even when you have abs, when you bend over your skin folds/rolls up. its natural! 

male & female musculature isnt really much different from one another. what differs is the bones & fat placements.

since you have stuff in ur tummy, i wouldnt say it bulges out but its certainly not just a straight line. its more noticeable if theres tight clothes involved, the area is showing, or its a side view.

legs/thighs

thighs gaps are not as common as you think. thighs support much of our body and are meant to be big as theres lots of muscle & fat.

you cant really have big thighs & big thigh gaps like mashima makes it. sometimes it kinda looks like he gives them hip dyspepsia honestly. basically, you either have skinny thighs & a gap, or thick thighs & no gap. while some ppl may be uncomfy with this part, its also important that you know how to define the crotch, gap or not. this is much easier with vaginas than penises though and vaginas you can get away with just a V between the thighs.

the thickness of the thighs affect how big the ass will be (thicker thighs = bigger butt).

half of body is legs while the other half is torso & head.

knee placement varies & depends on body type, but is normally about in the middle of the leggo.

other notes

an easy way to make sure the size of your hands are right is to compare it to the characters face. when putting the beginning of the palm on the beginning of the face/chin, fingers end a bit above eyes or eyebrows. this is something that can vary as well, such as if you want a character to look creepy you typically give them longer fingers.

necks are meant to support the head. while drawing them smaller than usual is a common part of lots of peoples drawings, you want to at least make sure your character has a neck that wont easily snap. necks are about the size of your head, as if you feel up it it stops at your ear. there are only certain types of bodies this can go well with, pearl from SU being a good example because she overall has a very small body type.

theres a difference between flexible & wrong anatomy. someone may have a back that can easily bend certain ways, but there are limits. bones & muscles will limit you.

fairy tail has odd ear placements in which they tend to go above the eye even in face-forward views- avoid that. putting ears around the same place as the nose tends to do the trick, with ears ending around eye level.

if you want to intentionally give a character supper skinny arms like mashima does, this has to go with the body type, and it also affects how visible the collarbone is.

ft has a really weird habit of making reeaallly angled collarbones. collarbones start a bit below the neck (neck muscles coming down to them), and go to the shoulder. collarbone visibility depends on body type as mentioned before, and the pose of the character. you wont see the collarbone of a character with an arm reaching up. often times when the characters posed is relaxed, the collarbone will actually just look like a straight line.

not sure if this really counts as anatomy but mashima makes hair look like ribbons at times when they are 2 completely different textures & materials. hair goes all about, not just one solid direction.

the lower the eyes are, the younger the character looks. placement of eyes is actually really important when it comes to age.

when drawing a character with muscle, make sure you think of weight & depth! dont just give them lines where muscles should be, or you get.....Noodlebuster. muscles are heavy & defined.

arms typically stop at hips (when saying arms i am excluding hands). this can be a very hard thing to maintain when having your character do dynamic poses, so the foreshortening video linked above should help with that.

unless its part of your style, legs that look like straight lines are gonna look funky (when looking at a skeleton you see the bones are more curved)

mashima tends to make the back of the head wayy too big, and this really makes his neck problem evident. 

i really wish i could make diagrams & drawings of my own to help get the point across better but its late, so if you want me too i can put that on my to-do list!

[kenjus-benjus-jedi-wayseeker]

Fourside University Chapter 2

I’m back with the second chapter. This one is a little longer. Today, Ness helps the boy with the sunflower hair with his issue, despite his disarming aura. It turns out this boy has a bother somewhere on campus. Also, why are they all dressed so similarly? Maybe you’ll find the answers under the cut!

Chapter 2: Sunrise

    It took me a little bit to figure out how this guy’s hair worked. He didn’t push his bangs straight up, but instead a little to his right, making it stand up like a golden mountain. He had big blue eyes that glistened in the sunlight. He was pale, but had what I can only describe as ‘rose tinted 50s cheeks.’ His frame was slim, and I couldn’t tell if I was taller than him or he just had poor posture. Looking at his face, it was easy to tell why his aura felt off. He was clearly in distress for some reason.

   “My name is Lucas.” He said in a trembling voice. “I got separated from my brother Claus when we boarded. I thought he’d wait for me when we got off, but I think he ran off ahead of me. He had our map, so I don’t know where the dorms are. Is it ok if I tag along with you?” I thought it over in my head a little bit. His aura made me uneasy, but that was only because he was upset. Maybe his energy would change if I helped him?

   “Sure, I don’t mind.” I told him, pulling my map out of my pocket. “My name’s Ness.” I introduced myself.

“Thank you so much, Ness.” Lucas said, bowing his head a little. He straightened himself out and the two of us began making our way down the steps. We were silent until we reached the bottom, but then Lucas spoke up.

   “I’m sorry,” he began, “I must look like a wimp. I get anxious real easy, and without Claus I have trouble keeping my cool. I have no clue why he took off like that.”

   “No, it’s fine.” I told him. Truthfully, I was already feeling pretty homesick, but I figured I should keep that info to myself. I noticed that his aura was shifting; it felt less frantic. I wanted to ask about it, but figured I should keep it discreet. I eventually figured out how to phrase my question:“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to ask me for help?”

   “I’m sorry, what do you mean?” Lucas asked in response.

   “I mean me, specifically. There were a lot of people getting off at the train station just now, and you could have gone to any one of them for help. Why did you pick me?” Lucas looked down at his feet. I probably put him on the spot just then, but his silence confirmed he could feel my aura, like how I was feeling his. He probably thought telling the truth and saying ‘I could feel you’ or some variant of the above was weird (because it is). It didn’t take him long to come up with a more normal response.

   “It was your outfit.” His tone was more confident than he heard before; he was fully committing to this white lie. “We’re wearing similar clothes.” When he said that I suddenly realized it was true. Our t-shirts were really similar. Mine has horizontal blue and yellow stripes, and his was the same but with red replacing blue. We were also, by some miracle of bad fashion, both wearing jean shorts. The only substantial difference was that he wasn’t wearing a hat. I’d owned my red baseball cap for as long as I remembered, and practically wore it everywhere.

   “Oh, I guess you’re right.” I admitted. Lucas’ energy shifted again after that, and the anxiousness passed from his face. We took a right turn down a path shaded with old oak trees. Lucas was surprisingly good company, considering how distraught he was when he got off the train. I figured talking a little more as we headed to the dorms wouldn’t hurt.

   “So, where are you and Claus from?”

   “Oh, we’re from Tazmily Village. It’s a really small neighborhood, and it’s a long way out from Fourside. We had to take three different trains just to reach the city, and the fourth to get on campus. It’s a bit on the old-fashioned side, but I always liked it there. Where are you from?

   “Me? I’m from Onett. It’s a suburb not too far from here.

   “Oh, I’ve heard of that place!” Lucas chimed. “People say that a meteorite fell on one of the hiss there a few years back. Do you know anything about that?”

   “Yeah, I do, actually.” I was surprised that Lucas actually knew about the meteorite. It seemed like nobody heard of it outside Onett, despite it being pretty big news back then. “I live near the base of Onett’s cliffside. One night, at about 3:20 AM, I was shaken out of my bed by a sound like an explosion and vibrations that shook my house. I looked out my window to see the tallest hill glowing red. I snuck out of my house to take a look at it, but my neighbor and the police got there before me. By the time I was able to take a look at it the next morning, the meteor had cooled off and was basically a boring old rock.”

   “Oh. I’m sorry. That sounds like it was disappointing.” Lucas was the one to ask the next question. “Do you have any hobbies? I take tap-dancing lessons.”

   “I do yo-yo tricks.” I pulled my Trick Yo-yo out of my pocket. It was lime-green with black decals. “I have a yellow one too, but its string broke and I haven’t fixed it yet.

   “I tried to learn a yo-yo trick once. I hit myself in the forehead.” He laughed a bit at the memory. At the end of the sidewalk was the main dorm building. It was obviously one of the oldest buildings on campus. It was a ten story high rectangle made of mis-colored bricks, most of which were invisible behind patches of ivy and morning-glory. A lot of people were backed up in front of the main door, waiting for their turn to walk inside. Suddenly, I heard Lucas speak up. “There he is!” He pointed toward a patch of carrot-orange hair that poked upward from the top of the crowd. We began to push our way between people, and the closer we got, the more I could feel Claus’ aura. Did these powers run in Lucas’ family?  Claus was facing away from us, but even from that angle, I could tell just how different he was from his brother. Red hair aside, he was taller that the both of us, had broader shoulders, and had posture that would make a lightpost proud. Eventually, we came in arms reach and Lucas tapped him on his shoulder.

   When Claus turned around I realized just how flawed my summation of his appearance was. His face looked like it might have resembled Lucas’ in the past, but was it was covered in blood red scars that ran from his chin, past his left eye and up into his scalp, which created a small bald patch in his bangs. His left ear had a chunk missing, and his nose was bent a little too far to the right. And somehow, under his leather jacket, he was wearing another striped t-shirt, just with teal complementing the yellow this time. Still, through his injuries, he looked genuinely relieved to see his brother.

   “Lucas!” He squeezed his way between two people and gave his brother a hug. “I’m so sorry I took off without you. I forgot you gave me the map. I thought you got lost.”

   “I probably would have.” Lucas said. He gestured toward me. “This is Ness. He helped me find the dorms.” Lucas pried himself away from his brother.

   “Thanks for helping him out.” Claus said to me. “Lucas can be a bit of a beta-twin sometimes.” Lucas punched him in the shoulder, confirming what he said was true. Somehow, the 7-foot mass of scar tissue and poor-postured ball of anxiety were twin brothers. Claus extended his hand toward me. “Really though, I can’t thank you enough.” I took his hand to shake it and realized it was cold. A prosthetic arm?

   “It was no problem.” I said, trying to keep my cool. “I was headed here anyway.” I pulled my eyes up to look at his face and somehow made another discovery. The eye with scars running past it was dialated differently than the other. It was made of glass. How many injuries did this guy have?

   “Alright.” Claus said, pulling his arm away. “You probably have a lot to do today, so we’ll leave you alone for now.”

   “Thank you so much for your help, Ness.” Lucas said. With that, the two walked off and disappeared somewhere into the crowd.

[critrolestats]

You Can Certainly Try

Ledamemangociana: heeeey CritRoleStats team! i was wondering - we all love when Matt drops the HDYWTDT, but there's another thing he says quite a bit of that cracks me up a lot - "You can certainly try." do you already have a list of how many times he has said it thus far in the show? it's not a lot, but still...       

We indubitably gave it a shot. Which we did not throw away.

Thanks to actualkatebishop, avventurierisenzapaura, Brendan G., @c_diercks, crystallos, @cwittland, Don D., @dutchcritter, Eric R., i-encourage-peace, @InvictusRob, @_miss_maria_, Mooberg, @mrsgoodreaver, @MysticalSpider, @nakedinahat, @OmrJeuss, Caroline W., René B., Sarah E.H.,@SaulOrmiston, @SilentEnGee, @silmarienn, soaringsparrows,  @ytoti_, and other critters for their work compiling this list!

Times Matt explicitly stated “You can certainly try”: 36 Total times it was stated, implied, or varied: 87 Updated through Episode 79.

01 Arrival at Kraghammer

(2:19:34) Laura: Can I talk to good ole Nostoc while he’s doing that? Matt: He currently does not seem like the talkative type at the moment, but you can certainly try.

02 Into the Greyspine Mines

(0:36:17) Vex: Are the stores still open?  Matt: You can certainly check.

04 Attack on the Duergar Warcamp

(1:28:49) Tiberius: Is there enough weight for me to get on the carpet at this point?  Matt: You can certainly try; You’re not aware how much weight is on there.

05 The Trick About Falling

(0:39:38) Grog: Can I harvest any natural armor from the bulette?  Matt: You can certainly try. There's plates that have been broken and cracked.

(0:49:41) Keyleth: Can I cast Wind Wall right underneath of the carpet to kind of like airbend us up?  Matt: You can attempt to.

(1:02:25) Pike: Can I go over to Clarota and try to heal him?  Matt: You can certainly try, yeah.

(1:03:42) Matt: The arrow is still stuck in its torso.  Vex: Can we try to pull it out?  Pike: Break off the part and pull it out.  Matt: You can certainly try.

(2:12:19) Keyleth: Will my thornwhip reach him? My 30 foot range thornwhip?  Matt: You can certainly try.

07 The Throne Room

(0:53:35) Vex: Can I hop on Trinket's back and see if I can see higher?  Matt: You can try.

(3:27:55) Pike: Can I try and drag Tiberius away from the magma?  Matt: You can try.

08 Glass and Bone

(0:20:10) Vex: Can we stealth kind of further down?  Matt: You can try to. You currently are carrying two large solid stone statues with you. So, it is definitely possible, but you are going to have to come up with a creative way of doing so.

(0:28:40) Percy: Do I have the necessary tools to synthesize a potion out of the basilisk blood?  Matt: You can certainly try. It’s a very ramshackle setup. You do not have a chemical set.

(0:35:29) Vex: Can I use my Hunter's Mark to find out where she is, and then we rest and go there?  Matt: You may attempt that...

(0:42:04) Pike: Could I try healing- like just a very concentrated energy just on his foot like a healing spell?"  Matt: You can certainly try.

09 Yug’voril Uncovered

(2:46:27) Vex: Stealth and fly in, can we do that? Is it possible to stealth and fly at the same time?  Matt: [Chuckles] You can certainly try to keep quiet while doing so.

10 K’varn Revealed

(0:52:45) Pike: Can I jump on his leg or back or something?  Matt: You can try to!

(1:04:15) Grog: Is the Chain of Returning long enough to get to him?  Matt: You can certainly try.

(1:33:48) Pike: Could I use ... Dispel Magic?  Matt: You could attempt to, yes.  Pike: OK, I'll attempt.

11 The Temple Showdown

(1:03:47) Keyleth: [Geas] generally takes a minute to cast. Can I do that?  Matt: You can certainly try. We'll see how long you guys can keep him restrained.

(2:29:52) Matt: Grog is not strong enough to carry a bear and you on a Fly spell.  Tiberius: No, I mean one at a time.  Matt: You can try. There's a good chance he might drop Trinket on the way over, from that height which would be a splatter bear.

(3:45:06) Grog: Can I grab and kick off  and try and rip [The Horn of Orcus] off his head, or is that all the same thing?  Matt: You can certainly try.

(4:28:20) Keyleth: Can I as a rock monster, go up to [the hanging remains of the arcane structure from top of temple] and go KKVOOF! grab it?  Matt: You can certainly try. It looks very heavy.

15 Skyward

(1:03:32) Vex: And maybe he can roll into things now- it'll be awesome.  Keyleth: Can he roll?  Matt: [grinning very skeptically] We'll try it if you want to. Bears aren't known for their rolling capabilities.  Vex: Trinket is a special bear.

16 Enter Vasselheim

(1:33:15) Vex: Can I try to shoot an arrow into the little hole?  Matt: You can...this is a hard shot. This is at an angle now.  Vex: OK.  Matt: And this will be kind of a ... we're talking this is Robin Hood level split the arrow, 'cause you have to hit it and ricochet upward to see if it will have any effect.

17 Hubris

(1:50:44) Grog: Can we go find an armory or somewhere that sells pointy things?  Matt: You can certainly try!

18 Trial of the Take Part 1

(2:10:10) Felicia: Can I see if he’s truthful?  Matt: Roll an insight check.  Felicia: Oh, that’s not my strength.  Matt: You can certainly try!

21 Trial of the Take Part 4

(0:43:48) Wil: Can I jump and land on those rats?  Matt: You know what-sure, go ahead and make an athletics check.

(2:24:49) Marisha: Can I try to do a history check?  Matt: You can try?

22 AraMente to Pyrah

(2:30:48) Laura: Can we get in a place that the boulders won’t hit us, like if we get right up against the cliff face?  Matt: You can certainly try!

24 The Feast

(1:29:26) Karin, about creating a glave for Tiberius: I could certainly try, aye!

(1:33:31) Tiberius: Can I try to take my tip of one of my bolts in [poison]?  Matt: You can certainly try it; there is a difference between poison and disease.

27 The Path to Whitestone

(0:22:15) Taliesin: How insane would it be to try and make a shot underneath his legs?  Matt: You can certainly go for it and try!

(0:22:21) Taliesin: I’m going to drop down and… can I make an aimed shot against something I can’t see?  Matt: You can try…it’ll be with disadvantage, but you can definitely make it.

(2:27:52) Orion: Could I fuse a fog spell with a sleep spell?  Matt: No. Orion: Can we try super-hard?  Matt, amused: Sure. Make a roll. Make a roll.

28 The Sun Tree

(2:09:38) Grog: Can I make a nature check to see if that’s true?  [peeing on a lemon tree]  Matt: [laughs] Sure.

29 Whispers

(0:35:28) Liam: All right then, can we lift it together?  Matt: [laughing] We can try.

31 Gunpowder Plot

(p1. 0:46:09) Matt and Travis to Scanlan as he considers various ways to use Bigby’s Hand to get off the roof: You’re welcome to try!

32 Against the Tide of Bone

(0:20:15) Matt, to Vex about casting Conjure Barrage against undead horde: You can definitely attempt that.

(0:37:03) Sam: She jumped 35 feet out there?  Matt: She did, yes.  Sam: Can I do that?  Matt: If you wanna try.

34 Race to the Ziggurat

(1:10:51) Grog: I have a pickaxe, that I picked up before we left. Can I swing it at the bottom and try to get some purchase under the door?  Matt: You could try.

(1:28:13) Laura: Can I Hunter’s Mark them?  Matt: You could attempt to.

(4:10:00) Marisha: So, if I cast Control Water, could I move her blood?  Matt: You can certainly try.

(4:10:15) Marisha: So, wiping the blood off probably wouldn’t work.  Matt: You can try!

(4:20:00) Matt: You [Pike] can try a spell if you want to.

36 Winter’s Crest in Whitestone

(0:20:53) Marisha: Can we take, like, the fabric and sew it into, like, a nice afghan or something?  Matt: You can certainly try; it would probably ruin the enchantment.   

(0:48:05) Taliesin: I may ask for that brooch back.  Liam: You can certainly try!

(2:00:35) Matt: You can certainly try [to polymorph Trinket into a human]!

38 Echoes of the Past

(0:25:19) Ashley: Greater Restoration?  Matt: If you want to! It’s whatever you want to try!

39 Omens

(0:34:22) Keyleth: Can I go through Grog, through there?  Matt: You can try to, yeah.

(0:46:06) Taliesin: Can I dash into one of the creatures?  Matt: I mean…you could try and…try to...

(0:46:19) taliesin: Well, I had the thought that maybe I could attempt to get them to attack each other. Matt: I mean…that can…that can be attempted…

(1:08:28) Scanlan: Can I make an intelligence check to know if I know anything about these creatures? Matt:  “Uh…you can if you’d like to, from the inside its body, yeah. Go ahead.

(3:03:40) Grog: ...I just wanna pick the lock!  Matt: You have no lockpicks.  Grog: Can I shove an axe in the lock hole?  Matt:  “…you can.”

(3:30:35) Laura: Could I tell from my favorite enemy-ness that it was dragons?  Matt: You can make a hefty perception check, if you’d like.

42 Dangerous Dealings

(1:18:43) Taliesin: There’s no easy way up onto the roof, is there?  Matt: Aside from a well-placed acrobatics check, you can try…

(1:19:28) Taliesin:...or could  try and push him off the roof?  Matt: For the wyvern or the rider?  Taliesin: The wyvern.  Matt: You can try…

(1:30:36) Laura: Could I acrobatics that s*** up?  Matt: You could try it, go for it!

44 The Sunken Tomb

(0:49:47) Will: Can you move underwater?  Laura: *gasp* Can we mist underwater?!  Matt: You can certainly try.

(2:27:42) Sam: Could I shove a blade in there and jam it maybe?  Matt: You could try to. Will: That’s never a good answer: you can try.

(2:27:50) Laura: You can certainly try!

46 Cindergrove Revisited

(2:15:09) Chris: Can I cast some type of a mental spell through the orb to the fire genie?  Matt: You can certainly try!

(2:15:35) Chris: Could I modify his memory the fire genie’s memory into thinking that he’s completed the task that he came to this realm to complete and that he might go home?  Matt: You can certainly try!

(2:47:44) Taliesin: Can I knock him down a notch? Does he have some...can I try and shoot him to drop him out of the sky a bit?  Matt: You can certainly try!

48 Into the Frostweald

(2:21:15) Vex: Can I fly down and land on a tall tree?  Matt: You can try to… If you’d like to try to.

52 The Kill Box

(0:34:34) Liam: Could I get, could I run to the corner of the building that the arches are on and scrapple up the side of it?  Matt: You can certainly try, sure.

54 In the Belly of the Beast

(0:31:25) Zanror: We can certainly try. It’s going to be hard to convince it without a head.

55 Umbrasyl

(0:28:32) Laura: What if we could have chased after them… right away?  Matt: You can if you want to. Do you want to go after them?

58 A Cycle of Vengeance

(2:01:34) Allura: We can certainly try.

61 Denizens of the Moonbrush

(0:16:07) Vex: What about Garmelie, would he know?  Matt: You’re welcome to ask him.

(3:22:14) Laura: Can I attack it? Matt: You currently have no way of seeing it right now. If you move far enough that direction, you may.

62 Uninviting Waters

(1:23:00) Taliesin: [Can I] start laying a few shots inside [the feymire crocodile]? Matt: Maybe. You can certainly try.

(1:38:02) Travis: Can I cast Enlarge on myself? Matt: You can certainly try.

(2:31:56) Laura: Can the gnomes sit on [the broom]? Matt: You can try, it’s up to you.

63 The Echo Tree

(0:16:45) Laura: Can we get up in the tree? Matt: If you’d like to try and climb, yeah.

64 The Frigid Doom

(1:10:35) Gilmore: You’re more than welcome to.

66 A Traveler’s Gamble

(0:37:04) You are more than welcome to try it!

(0:50:18) Liam: Would you allow me to use my bonus action to go stealth quietly around over, using my haste, to sneak behind my sister and that stone thingy in the middle of the room?  Matt: You can certainly try!  Liam: Yes, I’d like to try.

69 Passed Through Fire

(1:06:47) Matt: You want to try a greater restoration spell, is that what you’re saying?

73 The Coming Storm

(0:24:48) Marisha: Can I [counter Raishan’s Modify Memory]? Matt: You can certainly try.

75 Where the Cards Fall

(0:46:48) You can certainly try. I would love for you to try!

(0:58:10) You can roll it now if you want to.

(1:23:13) Matt: …That’s up to you, man.  Travis: You can certainly try.

(1:48:30) You’re more than welcome to try.

(2:31:30) Marisha asks if she can use her Scrying Eye to locate the Pit Fiend. Matt: You certainly can.

(3:11:30) Sure, which will definitely catch attention, because no vegetation exists here.

78 The Siege of Emon

(2:23:11) You can give it a shot!

(2:59:13) If you wanna use one of the charges, you can try that.