#i havent used a brush that thin in so long

[hearties-circus]

Can't believe it took me so long to draw my man, ass

[iplayghoul]

𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗻

warnings: mentions of weed, reader is a dealer, black coded reader, strangers hooking up 🤭, squirtinggg, i like the word cock, sum dick in there too. pussy is refered to as a 'she', use of 'ma' and 'mama', p in v, thumb in ass shit, oral (f & m receiving), use of the n word

word count: 2.4k

notes: its ony's birthday! 🎂 ive come out my cocoon to deliver this delish lil smut for yall🤭 please enjoy, i havent written smut full out in a bit so! comments, rbgs wit comments all appreciated mwah

"𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘂' 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱? 𝗣𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝘆?" 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱. "𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁."

"In five minutes? Oh yea', Con' I'mma do 'em up for you, real good. Mhm, you lucky Sash' my girl." Glossy lips smacked as you ended the call with Connie. Tossing your phone on your bed and heading to the small office space in your apartment. Various tools were laid out across the table. Humming a little, your lavender bunny slippers shuffling as you enter, you hook the handles of two pink glittery packets on your acyrlics. You weighed the packets again and checked the information Connie messaged you. According to Connie, his best friend 'Ony' wanted some good strains you were selling, so of course he hits you up to get the packs for his friend.

Your doorbell went off once, hurrying you to hop down the stairs, holding down your braless, pierced tits behind the thin strapped tank you had on. You peeped at who was outside your apartment, staring for a long two seconds at the buff, darkskinned man with a nose piercing and a fade. The white wife-beater paired with a grey hoodie that matched his sweats, ain't do his muscles justice either! Bejewled teeth bite back against your lips, and you swing the door open, slightly pulling your care bear themed shorts down. His lips grabbed your attention immediately.

Actually, you had to take in his presence quick. His bottom lip was a pretty pink and his top lip dark. His hands were big and so was the broadness of his shoulders. He looked a little nervous too. "You Con's boyfren'?" His lips curled a bit, "Fuck did that nigga tell you ma?" Shit. He spoke so softly you could barely hear what he had to say, only the low base of his voice helped you hear him. You bounce onto your other leg, swallowing hard, "'M just teasin', you 'Ony'?" He licked his lips and hummed with a nod, "Yea, 's Onyankopon." Not one for small talk? "Yea, come in n' lemme get it for you." You eye him and try your hardest to make small talk as he puts his hands up on your door frame, you already had to look up to see his face.

The packets were in the pockets of your shorts, really, with free stickers in 'em too! But you were not about to fumble some potentially lethal dick. You gulp feeling the softness of his body brush against yours as he accepts your invite in, the music from your speakers gracing his ears as you follow him to the living room. You pat the couch for him to sit and walk to the half bath, wasting a few seconds to 'get the packets'. With each interaction you became increasingly aware of what you were wearing. You peeped in the mirror and the heart shaped print of your nipple piercings becoming more prominent.

"Ya'know, youn' really talk dat much... or loudly, do you?" You shuffle back into the living room. He rubs above his lips and manspreads, hands moving to rest beneath the band of his sweats. "If I'm bein' deadass, I'ain got much to say, Con' ain't tell me you was cute ma. Ion really ever like raising my voice eitha'." Somehow, your body temperature just kept going up and your eyes kept drifting back to his lips. You plop down onto the couch, "You got a bitch ri-now?" He leans his head back against your couch and your peer at the way his lips purse out, and his adam's apple bobs. He seemingly manspreads wider, his large build making your couch cushions seem tiny. "Nah, why?" "Jus' wonderin'." Your lips began to feel shaky with every word. The entire encounter was like a meaningless dance around the elephant in the room. And fuck, you were gonna' fuck Constance punk ass up when this night was over. "So listen, I can give you the packets now, 'n you can pay me," You toss the packets onto the coffee table, his eyes remain trained on you. "Or, you c'n getcho dick wet." You mumbled, eyes drifting to connect with his.

A sharp inhale and you see the way his eyes open slightly to peak at you. Fat thighs squeezed together as you sat back with your socked feet up on the couch. "Don't that sound good, Onyankopon?" The way his chest rose with his breaths paused for a minute, reveling in hearing your sweet voice utter his name. His hands push further into his sweats, giving his dick a few long strokes before slipping it out his sweats. It was heavy, so heavy that he held it up for you and let it rest on his wife beater, on his belly button. Being the 'pretty dick' fiend you were meant you needed him in your mouth, immediately.

Quickly lurching forward, you press glossy lips to his pretty cock. His dusted pink tip was fat, and as his dick got darker down the shaft so did it get fatter. The nigga was HUNG, and you could mearly slide your tongue around the circumference of his cock head.

"C'mon mama, do watchu wanna do." It was enough incentive for you to swallow his dick down, relishing in the way it squished down your throat as your held your breath. With each stroke that relieved your airway you took a breath, folding your lips in to glide across his cock as globs of spit dribble across the shaft. You slurp and gag a little with each slip of his dick in your mouth, his hips gyrate and buck up. Ony keeps his eyes on you. Frowning as he interlocks his hands behind your neck, stuffing and forcing your face down on his cock. His head drops back against the couch, fucking his dick up into your mouth with heavy groans filling the room, even above the slow beats of your music. You needed him to tear your shit up within the next two seconds before you start to go crazy.

"Fuck, take all dat shit off, ma." Ony grips your jaw as he pulls you off his dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips plumped up. You wobble on your knees to stand up and undress yourself while he shrugs off his hoodie and wife beater. Tattoos decorated his pecs and arms, the dark ink prettily accentuating his melanin. He nods his head to the side, "Lay back right there, pretty." Plump pink lips pout a little but you follow his directions regardless, laying back into the cushions and spreading your legs. "Ain't nun' wrong with puttin' it in dry," you mutter below your breath when his lips connect with your clit. He mumbles something like 'don't piss me off' and his tongue is all over you.

His hands are big enough to grip the entire spread of your thigh, forcing your leg back as he worked his tongue in circles around your clit, sloppily spitting through your folds and caressing your hole with his tongue. He ate it like a starving man, his frowning and groaning into you growing more frequent as he pushes his face deeper. Your nails ghost the back of his neck, feeling the vibrations of his groans while the other played with your nipple. He tilts his head at an angle, flattening his tongue against your clit and you flinch, the electric pleasure shooting through your tummy and he smiles.

"Right there?" He peers up at you just as your eyes started springing tears. He bites down on his lips, and gives your clit a few kisses. You gasp and start pushing on his shoulders, understanding where he was going . Ony, undisturbed, curls his tongue into your clit, sucking and spitting on your cunt and maintaining the angle. Your tummy begins to tighten, clit pulsing with every lick, holding your breath and arching up into him. A sharp smack on your clit forces a cry out of you, "Stop holdin' yo' breath or imma' leave you right here," Fuck. You let out exasperated breaths as you desperately gyrate your hips into his mouth. Your clit, swollen and fat started to feel almost numb, you can't help but slap his shoulders and whine. "Shit, shit, shit— Ony, that's enough." It only edges him on, sucking up your creamy releases and forcing himself impossibly closer to you. You head was already pressed up against the armrest leaving you no escape, eyes rolling in different directions and mouth agape. Ony's mouth is latched onto you, bouncing your entire body into the couch cushions. You could only moan 'yes, yes, yes' with each rocking of your clit in his mouth.

Your toes curl and you're pushing his head into your pussy, chasing a bigger release than the one you just had. "Fuck, yeah, eat it just like that, baby," Your grip on everything begins to loosen and your lower body feels like static; milky slick squirts out of you as your body begins to relax and you hold Onyankopon's head in place as he drinks it all up. "You're fucking insane," You huff out at him when he lifts his head up to look at you, your release dripping off his nose and chin. "Watchu' said? Put dat shit in dry?" he rasped. "Turn over and put yo leg up on the seat." You give a start and look at him, feeling a mess.

"You not gon' let me recover, bitch?" He licks his lips and sits up on his knees, grabbing your ass like he was preparing to put you in position if you didn't do it. Consistently maintaining eye contact. "Don't call me no bitch," You hear him say low, "And turn the fuck over," He gives your ass a hard shove. You flop over onto your stomach, arching your ass up for some backshots, before sitting up to pull your right leg from out under you and kicking it up onto the top of the couch. You feel your inner thigh burn from the near split position, gripping onto the arm of the couch. Ony's fingers toy with your cunt and spreads you about the length of his dick, pumping it a few times before moulding circles around your clit with his tip: movements calculated. "Shit," You mumble softly, noticing the ever-increasing slip of your pussy. He slows the teasing of your clit, a large hand gripping your ass and pushing you down simultaneously. He lets his tip catch your sopping entrance, pushing in slightly and ignoring your whines as he basks in the wetness pressinh on his tip. "Ony stop playin' 'n put that shit in, God." He pulses his tip back and forth, slowly sinking deeper but not deep enough for you to even get two inches of his cock.

He whispers something lowly and you're unable to hear him. Just as you opened your mouth to ask 'Watchu sayin' nigga?', so did it hang open when he stuffed his full length into you swiftly. "Holy fuck," Was all you could force out of your mouth, his girth pushing against your walls as he sit in it. His hand spreads your ass and you feel him sink his thumb into your ass, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes already start rolling back into your head with the slight movements of his dick in you while he shifts to adjust his knees on the couch. You grip the couch hard and press your head against it when he starts using your ass to gain leverage, momentum.

"Think you c'n take sum fat dick?" Onyankopon mutters above you, the hand with his thumb in your ass slowly dragging you off his cock and back. "Yeah, yeah, gimme— gimme whatever you want, baby." You swallow, attempting to comprehend his question amidst the aching of your pussy that hungrily slobbered all over his dick. Maintaining the slow drag, he reaches down with his other hand to grip your neck, giving you a few tugs to manhandle you into a comfortable groove; before finally hammering his hips into your ass.

Ony groans and curses low while you struggle to hold onto the couch, his strong arms on your neck, forcing your ass back onto him. "Fuck! fuck— fuuuck, Ony," You let out a sob with each stroke he put on you, feeling incredibly full with just his thumb and girth combined. Your pussy was spread and aching around him, slippery and loud and nasty. "Fuck— she talkin' to me?" Onyankopon grins above you and only snaps his hips down into your ass harder, letting it sting. Your pussy was dripping, strings of slick falling from your cunt onto the couch and dripping down to tickle your sensitive clit with each stroke.

You were a mess, with every curse and 'ah!' came drool spilling from your mouth, slobbering about the couch and spreading it down to your fattened nipples. Your hand toyed with the piercing and you only felt more full, your tummy swelling more with each invasion of his dick against your walls. "C'mon take it, take it," Ony removes his hand from your neck to slap your ass hard, forcing his other thumb deeper in you, moving the other to play with your clit. White, foamy, release plops down like whipped cream onto his fingers as he rapidly and roughly guided them around your swollen clit. The same realese making his cock hot and melting in your pretty pussy, coating his every inch and forcing low moans out of him. "Ain't this watchu wanted? My dick wet as fuuuck, mama," You moan back some unintelligible response, you could barely hear the words coming out his mouth. Your entire being was totally focused on the way you began to tremble and squirt small spurts of cum gliding down your legs.

Onyankopon holds you still, hiking one of his legs up and fucking into you unimaginably deeper, sloppier, nastier. You squeal and grab his hand that's at your clit, slapping his arm and biting the softness of the couch's limb while your cry and whine. Ony ignores your attempts to tap out amidst the convulsing of your legs and hard quivering of your body. Your head was pounding now and you go completely blank for a split second, your full releases forcing itself out of you for the second time without your consent, in thick streams.

Your gasps and desperate as you attempt to get yourself together, all while Onyankopon can't help but nut deep in you before pulling out and slapping your clit a few final times with his dick. Your body refuses to move from the complicated position, Ony silently pulls your leg off the seat and carefully moves you onto your back. He wipes some tears off your fucked out face, hesitating before getting up and digging in your fridge for water before returning with two bottles. He opens one for you, feeding you the cold comfort that soothes your thoat while you hold onto his wrist.

"You straight?" He asks before leaning to dig in the pockets of his sweats and pull out a bit if cash. "Mhm," was all you could muster, watching him throw the money on the table before grabbing his phone. "Shit," He half grumbles with a soft chuckle before showing you the bright screen. Six missed calls from Connie.

[soullesscinders]

Stolen Glances

pairing: Astarion x Named!Tav (Ezrael)

genre: porn, zero plot.

warnings: MDNI, 18+, throat fucking, piv sex, blood drinking, oral, rough piv, not proofread

word count: 2.7k+

a/n: i havent written smut in so long, feedback appreciated <3 also. I am so sorry for the pure sin you are about to read.

AO3 // Wattpad

For weeks now, Ezrael couldn't stop herself from stealing glances at Astarion. Even doing mundane tasks, like reading, she found him to be the most beautiful being she'd ever seen. He'd been flirty, sure, slightly manipulative as well. She knew he didn't- and, likely wouldn't- harbor any feelings for her. 

That fact would also, not leave her alone. 

All of his deliciously flirtatious greetings, the smug smirks painted on his lips. Ezrael was sure that he was aware of the effect he had on her, painful as it may be. As aware as she was, her heart still fluttered and her face burned at the thought of him, even now as she traipsed through the woods gathering. Various flowers and other plants for Gale, the resident alchemist. Orchids for Shadowheart, she could use some softening up. Lae'zel appreciated moss, citing it made her sword shine. Astarion... she wasn't sure. Starcluster, maybe, but he'd know instantly. No, that's too sappy for Ezrael. She showed appreciation quietly, covertly, so as not to disturb her friendship with him. 

Until, she found herself daydreaming of what she wanted his delicate rogue hands to do to her. Leaned up against a tree, his free hand covering her mouth. Gentle swirls around her...

Snap

Her eyes flew open and shot to the direction of the sudden noise. There, Astarion stood. 

"Hello, Ezrael. Fancy meeting you here," He smirks, a coy undertone to his words. "What might you be up to?"

"Gathering wood and alchemy supplies for Gale and the others. Why, care to assist?" She asked, pretending not to notice his ruby eyes hungrily searching her face for clues. He shrugged in response.

"Not particularly. I noticed you leaned against that tree, thought something might be wrong. Care to share, dear?" 

"No, I really don't, actually." She mustered, attempting to slow the pounding of her chest and the redness in her cheeks. 

He hummed, crossing over to her. 

"I think you're lying, pup. Are you sure you don't have anything to say to me?"

Shit

She stops picking the cluster of a vague plant- admittedly, a weed- and glances up at Astarion, now looming slightly too close to her. She shakes her head no, the pounding in her chest forcing blood to rush in her ears and face to burn a brilliant crimson.

"Oh love, I'm a vampire. You think I can't hear that pretty muscle pounding away when I get close to you?" He bites his lip, one fang shining in the moonlight. Ezrael stands, straighter than she normally would, attempting to put on a brave face and-

Unsuccessful, as usual. Astarion steps closer, eyes darkened and burning a hole through the thin shirt she is wearing. She backs up until she can feel the rough bark of the tree, and Astarion is impossibly close, thigh between her legs. 

He tilts her chin up with one finger until she's looking into his eyes, and leans into her ear.

"Ez, love. I've wanted you for quite a while. I look at you twice as often as you look at me," he whispers. A slight nip to her earlobe elicits a small, nearly inaudible moan from her. Her eyes are closed, but she can feel him moving down to her neck. Goosebumps raise all over her body when he gently brushes his lips over a healing bruise, and she shivers. 

He puts his hands around her waist, circling the small of her back and presses his thigh closer into her heat, delighted by the tense in her shoulders and hitched breath lodged in her throat.

"My love, you can make noise," He says into her collarbone, desperate to hear her noises.

"No one can hear you, we're so far from camp that you could scream for me, and the others would think you were an animal." He whispered, and punctuated with a feather light kiss just under her ear. She groaned lightly, throwing caution to the wind.

"You'd have to make me." She says and Astarion smiles wickedly.

"That's my girl," He says, holding her face and neck in his hand, and pulls her into him for a kiss. A kiss so hot, Ezrael swore she felt a fire in her chest. 

His lips are soft, and he tastes like a fresh morning dew and a slight tinge of metal. His scent of bergamot, rosemary, and a sharp brandy encapsulate her senses. His fangs nick her inner lip and he groans, trailing his tongue delicately over her bottom lip. Begging her to open her mouth, her soul to him. She obliges, sliding her tongue along with his in a passionate dance with each other. 

He pulls away and Ezrael instantly feels the loss, missing his lips on hers instantly. She groans impatiently.

"Sweet, what's the matter? You don't think I'm done already, do you? Oh, no, doll. I'm just getting started. I will say, I'm getting increasingly frustrated with all of this infernal clothing you have in the way." He says, tilting his head and looking down at Ezrael, squeezing her hip as he does. Looking back up without moving his head an inch, he internally undresses her with his eyes. She reaches down to the hem of her shirt and pulls it off in one fell swoop, and Astarion instantly takes advantage of the new canvas presented before him. Kissing her breasts, taking his time with careful precision and attention to each nipple. Her other breast in his free hand, fingers toying with the sensitive bud, she moans in response to his deft fingers. 

"Astarion," she pants breathlessly, "what else can those fingers do?" He hums in response, pulling off of her nipple, leaving the saliva soaked nub to the cool, night air. He kisses her gently, almost lovingly. 

"Patience, pet. We have all night after all." He coos to Ezrael. She keens at his words, desperate for his touch.

"Do I have to beg you to take my pants off?" She sneers, clearly not being patient as Astarion wanted her to be. He growls close to her ear.

"That could be arranged, love. If  you behave." 

She reels at his words, so deliciously sinful rolling off of his tongue. Ezrael tips her head back into the tree once again, attempting to slowly slide her pants down her legs. Astarion notices her gentle wiggling, and in one movement, pins her wrists above her head, eliciting a groan from his new toy. 

"Darling, what did I just get done telling you?" He asks in mock exasperation, pushing his thigh further up into her heat. She wiggles, vying for friction and doesn't respond.

"Please, Astarion." She begs breathlessly, hoping for some kind of mercy from him. He ponders this for a moment, taking in her blushing and desperate form panting underneath him. 

"I suppose I could give you something, since you beg so nicely for me." He muses, kneeling in front of her, and slides her pants down her slender legs. The distinct scent of her arousal only spurs him on, while she whimpers and moans above him. 

Achingly slow, he pulls them off and throws them away, already licking his lips at the delicious sight before him. Ezrael gasps at his cool breathing on her moist and hot center,  hands instinctively reaching for his hair. He stops her with a tut-tut, and she positions her hands behind her obediently. 

"Good girl." He growls toward her heat, fingers snaking up her body to her mouth. 

"Wet these for me, will you, love?" He asks her gently, looking up at her with pure carnal desire in his eyes. She opens her mouth at his command, taking his middle and ring finger into her mouth and swiping her tongue over them to coat them in saliva. With a suck and loud pop, she frees him from her lips, waiting anxiously for him to touch her.

 "Thank you, doll." He purrs, and spreads her folds apart. With a slow stripe up, his tongue finally, finally, flicks over her taut bundle of nerves, and she cries out with a sultry groan and tips her head back. 

"Ast- ah, fuck, that felt nice." She says breathlessly, thoughts already beginning to muddle together. He smiles against her, and begins a barrage of rapid licks, aiming for her release. He spreads her knees for more access, and slides the fingers she so kindly dampened for him into her. Looking up, expecting her eyes to be on him and his sinful movements, finds his toy off in her own world mewling like a bitch in heat. He pulls away entirely, and Ezrael's eyes snap wide open and stare at him. 

"Eyes. On. Me." He says through gritted teeth. 

She nods, words lost to her. He returns to his ministrations, looking up at her through his eyelashes, animalistic lust dancing in his eyes. She fights the urge to look anywhere but him, his desiring gaze pulling her in. She feels a familiar coil in her abdomen being wound tight as he works, and she whispers.

"Astarion, baby, I'm so close." She says, the desire in her eyes and on her lips making him moan against her and sends vibrations right to that hot coil pooling in her gut. 

"Come undone for me, my heart." He purrs, quickening his already relentless pace. At his words, the coil snaps, sending her reeling into a fit of moans, gushing over his fingers while he kisses her clit through it. She comes down after a moment, head spinning, thoroughly fuck out. Astarion stands, pulling her face to him by her neck and kissing him hard.

"Darling, I hope you don't think we're done yet. We are just getting started." He whispers sensually, cool breath fanning her face, the slight scent of her sex on him. She whimpers, leaning in to kiss him again. 

He doesn't object, but after a moment of feeling her tongue on his, has an idea. 

"My love, I have a proposition." He whispers gently, leaning down toward her ear. She hums in response to him, still in bliss after the magic he worked. 

"I want you to get on your knees, and show me how well that bratty mouth can treat my cock." He growls, inhaling the sweet scent of her oxytocin saturated blood.

She nearly buckles. She's had several sexual partners, but none who could make her legs wobble quite like Astarion could. She nods wordlessly, fingers trailing down his bare chest as she goes, until she reaches his waistband. His hips are beautiful, jutting out against the sharp contrast of his black pains, holding a bulge that could rival the biggest she'd seen previously. She undoes the tie with her teeth, blinking up at him through half lidded eyes and he groans. He runs his fingers through her hair and down her jaw as she slowly slides his pants down his legs.

Rock solid, he springs free from the tight confines of his pants with a hiss. Ezrael takes his length in her hand, and tentatively begins swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the precum beading at the tip. He bucks his hips instinctively, and he holds her head with one hand, barely restraining himself from losing it and fucking her throat. 

"Love, how good is your gag reflex?" He asks as she works him, velvety mouth on his tip. 

"I never have gagged doing this, so I think it's pretty good." She winks up at him, and the permission between the lines is all he needs to grip both sides of her head. 

"Tap my leg if you can't do it, darling. I'd hate to hurt you." He whispers, almost genuine care behind his eyes, mixed with the dizzying desire. She nods, preparing herself. He pulls her head down his shaft, slowly, gauging her reaction until her nose touches his pelvis. When she hardly reacts, he croons.

"Good girl, you are taking me so well, love."He continues, selfishly indulging his own pleasure at the expense of her, her mouth, and her seemingly innate trust in him. She moans around his cock at his words, salivating profusely. He continues pumping himself in her throat, watching as tears prick the corners of her eyes each time he drives himself a little deeper. Enough, he thinks, and buries the tip of his cock in the back of her throat, driving himself as deep as he can go repeatedly. She moans and whimpers around him, now with tears streaking down her face, ruining her eyeliner as he goes, pounding himself to his own pleasure. He fucks her throat like it's the last thing he'd ever do, sweat beading down his forehead and dripping onto his chest as he watches Ezrael splutter around him. 

He pulls out with a pop, her throat now fucked raw, and can't bear to hold himself back anymore. He leans down, kissing her cheek. 

"You did beautifully, my love. Now, on your back." He commands, watching her naked form move to his desires without question. He kneels down to her, forcing her legs open as he drinks in her already dripping pussy, ready to be ruined by him. 

"I'll make you cum so hard you'll never find pleasure from yourself or another man again, Ezrael. Do you understand me?" He growls in her ear, feeling her thrumming heartbeat skip as he does so. She nods enthusiastically. With one hand, he languidly strokes his cock, sliding it against her clit and watching her eyes flutter shut. Quickly and without a shred of mercy left in him, he pushes every inch of his cock into her, feeling her walls twitch around him. He begins at a slow, hard pace, delighting in every moan that rolls off of her lips, watching her tits bounce each time he drives himself back into her. After a few moments of slow thrusts, something inside him snaps. He drives his hips into her at an almost inhuman speed, listening to the mewls flow from her lips and feeling her cunt continuously tighten around him. 

"Yes, Ast- ah." She moans, not a coherent, tangible thought in her head while he rails her senselessly, pounding her into the ground and watching her fall apart under him, for him. He slows for a moment, and leans down to her throat to gently rake his fangs over her pulse.

"Who could fuck you as well as I am?" He asks, nearly purring. 

"N-no one, Astarion." She gasps, pussy fluttering around him. 

"Good pet." He smirks, punctuating his praise with a sharp thrust, and Ezrael cries out. He picks up his relentless pace again, listening to the sounds of her wet sex swallowing him with every thrust he gives. She begins feeling the heat building in her core, watching him as he fucks himself into her with abandon, absolutely loving the growls and groans coming from his chest. He leans down and doesn't even ask before sinking his teeth into her pulse, lapping her lifeblood up as he pushes himself impossibly deep into her. Her eyes cross, mind going blank with pleasure, and the coil snaps, drenching his pelvis and making him groan into her throat. He bites harder to anchor himself, and he tumbles over the edge as well at the feeling of her pussy clamping down around him. He slowly rocks her through her orgasm, sweet, oxytocin flavored blood staining his fangs as he pulls away from her throat to look at Ezrael. 

He smiles sweetly, almost as if he didn't just fuck the life out of her. Her limp body, wracked from pleasure, is already almost asleep. He kisses her softly on her lips, forehead, cheeks, and the tip of her nose. 

"That was lovely, darling. We really should do this again." He whispers to her, and she nods in quiet agreement. He dresses them both quickly, and picks her up. She snuggles into his chest, still dozing. 

"Sleep with me tonight." She says sleepily, eyes closed. The look of shock on his face isn't noticed.

"That's- awfully sweet of you, love," Surprise coating his voice. "But of course, I will." 

He walks her into camp, relieved that everyone appears to be sleeping. He places her on the bedroll in her tent, setting her pack down with all of it's wildflowers still intact. He curls around her sleeping form, resting her head on his chest. 

Maybe, everything will be alright. Maybe, if he can ignore how his chest seems to flutter when he's near her, he can stop stealing glances from across the camp. 

[constant-humorliation]

practice commission

for a friend fractal, warrior maid adjacent to genshin impact ;3 mutuals will probably have already seen the process but if you havent that see it or not

process below bc idk i like showing where i start

sketching for ideas, found one i liked so i did it (its the yes so perfect)

most bottom is a trace of the ref to try to get proportions semi right which i. ignored. and probably shouldnt do

posing time, i tried to do the pose sketch but couldnt and could only do this standy thing but i decided to change it for action line curve

(it will mirror a lot so i can swap between new perspectives everytime) final form sketch

clothes sketch, i used a few "warrior maid" refs and genshin impact katana ref

fur markings , i later realized the sword arm was too long and decided to shorten it later + my layer groups

this is JUST for the sketches, havent even started on final

heres starting on the final

was using a pressure brush, so i did outlines first n made them real thick bc i learned that somewhere

thin inlines

flat coloring, i learned from someone instead of making colors lighter, you make colors darker in the rendering to make the base colors pop out

so i dont have any more process pics other than the final image, but i made a red background, made a portal, added glow effects and embers, and overlayed a dark blue for shadows, and a black darken for the shadow the whole person sets

whole thing, wanted a dr strange kinda vibe and i think i kinda got there x3

[ghoulangerlee]

i havent put a lot of thought into every ghoul unforch but i've been heavy thinking of Swiss and the girls (Cumulus and Cirrus) who are from the same area of the pits because Swiss is predominantly air (and some fire).

Swiss with lavender downy feathers collected on his temples right at his hairline that go down behind his ears, the same feathers across his jaw and down his throat. very sensitive places to touch. He preens and purrs when someone brushes their fingers over the feathers. He doesn't really have many characteristics of a specific bird just because he is multi and so therefore, because he also has a bit of everything in him, he's got some characteristics of the other elements, most notably, the webbing between his fingers.

Cirrus and Cumulus are more avian than anything, and while Swiss does have wings, his are more for show rather than use, unlike the girls who can actually fly.

Cirrus, I think, shares characteristics with a greater birds-of-paradise; the feathers she does have (visible when she's not using magic to hide them) are a dark maroon color and any accent feathers (the ones on her face/head, the primaries and secondaries on her wings) are a soft orange color.

Cumulus on the other hand, is very similar to the long eared owl, her feather coloration very neutral, though to see her in her full glory, feathers and all is no short of something amazing. She does have a touch of orange in her feathers, typically the ones on her face, to sort of compliment Cirrus' own.

Swiss's tail is very similar to that of a fire ghouls' (leathery and thin, long with a spaded tip)

Cumulus and Cirrus, as they are both very similar to birds, have tail feathers vs long thin tails like the other ghouls. (not counting Rain and Aurora who are aquatic ghouls and have tail fins)

[zenosanalytic]

Paintbrush, PlasGlue, and Holy Clippers: Part >:::) : Finishing and Next Project

Ok so I forgot to mention another step before the varnish: APPLYING WATER TRANSFERS and PAINTING DECALS! This shouldn't take too long

ok so, again, this is particularly optional stuff, but Practice etc etc etc.

Water Transfers are little super-thin water-activated stickers that allow you to(theoretically) get the look of super-clean, super-fine symbols on your models without having the super-humanly fine motor control needed to create them by hand. I ONCE AGAIN did not take pictures of this process but bscl: Anything GW sells comes with a little sheet of these transfers, and they also sell supplements of subfaction-specific ones if you dont want to play whatever the Posterchild for a particular faction is(tho some, like the Eldar, are small enough that their transfer sheets MAY include everything you need, idk as I havent bought Eldar minis yet) A transfer sheet looks like this(I've already cut some out, youll see)

The process has lots of steps, but it's pretty straight forward. First, you paint the part of the minis you want to stick the decals on with a THIN NON GLOOPY layer of varnish(GW recommends their gloss varnish, 'Ard Coat, but I dont have that so I just used their matte, Stormshield). Varnish doesn't fully cure for about a day but an hour of drying time is fine for this. Then, you cut out the transfer you want, I used the tactical squad decal which is a little arrow, using whatever method you think best(I used my hobbyknife). Then you put the transfer on a paper towel or tissue and apply a goodly amount of water to it(I used my brush, dabbing it around 4 or 5 times, but if you have a dropper around that's perfect for this), and let it sit for about 30 seconds. While waiting, you wet the area of the mini you want to put the transfer on. Now poke gently at the transfer with your brush; if it moves then it's ready and if it doesnt, apply some more water and do some more waiting.

When it's ready, you pick it up with some tweezer, hold it near the area you're transferring it to, and gently prod it off the paper and onto that area with the brush. It doesn't need to be properly oriented right away; as long as the transfer and area remain wet you can fiddle with it, you have literally all the time you'd like to place it. Once its on you sort of just poke it into the orientation you want and, once you're satisfied, take your tissue/towel, dab away the remaining water, and press the transfer flat for a few seconds. Give it a few to dry, then apply another thin layer of MATTE varnish(unless you're looking for a glossy finish on the shoulders, I guess) to lock it down and you're done!

Now a problem with transfers is them bunching up, or getting bubbles stuck underneath them. There ARE chemical solutions to this, custom transfer mediums you can buy, but there are more reasonable workarounds. During the cutting phase, if you'll score empty areas of the transfer, for instance down the middle of an Ultra symbol or in the negative space made by the angles in the decal, this will reduce the pressures on it during transfer, create joints for it to bend at, and breaks in the transfer for air to escape through. Unfortunately I didn't find a vid explaining that until AFTER doing my transfers, so they may look a bit jank XD XD

ok so: Painting decals. All Space Marine chapters/legions have their own Heraldry, and canonically they include these on their pauldrons, with the other holding their squad designation. My problem is: The Nova Paladins aren't a canon Space Marine type, so no transfers for it exist. Again I COULD have just left the other shoulder blank but I didn't want to, so I painted a symbol on instead. I have a series of symbols of the NPs in me Noggin', but I went with a Circle surrounded by four triangles pointing outward at the cardinal points, symbolizing an exploding star, painted in Vallejo white.

And I forgot to take pics of BOTH pauldrons before applying the varnish -___- SO! Here are the finished models three days hence, with two layers of varnish each given a day to dry, and the pauldron heraldry Complete

As you can see, some bubbles here and there, but not bad for a first go. I'm also Pretty Ok with the Chapter/Legion Mark, tho I'd like to get better at painting tiny details like this; I tried making a stencil but I couldnt really get it small enough X| X|

Varnishing itself is pretty easy: I used GW/Citadel's Stormshield matte varnish, applying it with a regular #4 square-head brush. Don't let the varnish goop anywhere, and if it looks thick to you on the brush you can water it down with a palette, but I just used it from the bottle, occasionally cleaning and wetting it, and it was fine. As I said at the top, I did one coat on each model, setting them aside somewhere they could sit unmolested for a day when I finished, and then... let them sit there for a day to set before applying the second coat. If you wanted a glossy finish to certain parts of the mini you could use a gloss varnish there, but I wasn't looking for that here. I manipulated the models from their base while doing this, and plan to go back and varnish the sides of said base in future to protect ITS paintjob, but we don't need to hold up these posts for that.

So there's the Heavy Intercessors Finished! I had allot of fun with this learning experience and find the final results Acceptable ^v^ ^v^

So WHAT HAVE I LEARNED:

go piece by piece, mini to mini, to make sure I paint EVERYTHING the first time and avoid constant repainting of stuff Im not satisfied with

More Rigorous use of the Notebook to record what needs to be painted AND notes for these posts. For instance: write down the things you learn so you wont forget by the time you're ready to write your summation u_u

TAKE! PROCESS PICS!! Obvsl I wont be shooting video but there were allot of times when I forgot to document relevant steps in my hurry to do the next one, and I'd like to not do that in future

Keep my brushes wetter, keep a better eye on the amount of paint on the brush, and dont paint until I feel Steady.

Use different painting handles. Im Not A Fan of the GW one I have; it barely accommodated these Intercessors and the spring loading made it Finicky to get a model in and out, and FELT like it was always a split second from launching it into space.

Dont Varnish after basing. I found that, sometimes, little bits of flock or tuft would pull loose while I was varnishing the boots and get painted onto the model elsewhere with the varnish. If I base AFTER varnishing, this wont be an issue.

Alternatively: Experiment with doing bases differently and separately. This seems like a Big Deal, honestly. This raises the issue of priming tho. Maybe I could stick them to the paint platform with putty or tape at the feet? One option is using my hobby drill to drill holes in the feet of the minis, drill holes in the bases, clip some paper clips into teeny pegs, and use those to connect the minis until Im ready to prepare the bases, then take them off. I could also do something similar to connect the minis to painting handles, then detach them once I'm read to base. Hmmmm |:T |:T One of the painters I really like, Dana Howl, just glues the minis down with the basing paste as she applies it tho, so idk if it's THAT huge a deal. Maybe I just need to Accept My Destiny of painting the bases u_u u_u u_u

The prime I used here was too dark for the scheme I ended up using, I think. Next time I paint Nova Paladins, I think I'll try using a grey and white prime, and after that just a pure white prime. I've also heard things about PINK being a good prime for bright colors and especially yellow, so I might try a pink and white prime, or maybe just paint a bright pink onto the stuff I'll paint yellow later on a white prime.

So that's all I can remember u_u u_u

And now a teaser for my next project: ELVES!

with Sarge for scale OwO

I'll be painting these two Elf Rangers from WizKids' Nolzur's Marvelous Miniatures line of D&D Minis. As you can see they're about half the size of the Primaris Heavy Intercessors, so it should be Interesting. Im going to try to make this a quicker process, but we'll see how it works out. Hopefully I can start tomorrow so Seeya Then ^v^ ^v^

EDIT: OH WAIT!!!!!! I forgot to cite my sources by linking to the videos I studies for this project :3 :3 :3

HOW TO PREPARE MINIS FOR PAINTING: a step by step guide by Brushstroke Painting Guides

FUNDAMENTALS! A Complete Guide to Painting Minis from Goobertown Hobbies

How to Underpaint Miniatures: A Beginner's Guide to Sketch Style by Dana Howl

A Budget Starter Guide to Underpainting Miniatures: Hobby Basics 102 by Dana Howl

How To Paint a Nolzur's Marvelous Miniatures D&D Human Fighter by TheMiniJunkie

How to Paint a Heresy Era Blood Angels Legionnaire by Duncan Rhodes

HOW TO PAINT KRONOS HEGEMONY: A Step by Step Guide by Brushstroke Painting Guides

How to Use: Citadel Technical Paints - Gemstone Paints by Warhammer(this is GW's official community youtube channel)

Citadel Colour - Transfers by Warhammer

Applying Transfers on Space Marine Shoulder Pads by Warhammer; the one I SHOULD have watched

HOW TO MAKE PATCHY GRASS BASES: A Step by Step Guide by Brushstroke Painting Guides

KEEP IT SIMPLE! Easy Basing for Miniature Skirmish Games by Dana Howl

Painting the Hoth Rebel Army by Dana Howl

Flock and Scatter How to Seal Your Miniature Bases by Geek Gaming Scenics. I didn't find this one's advice particularly useful, sadly, tho perhaps With Time I will realize it's Wisdoms u_u u_u u_u

VARNISHES ...and how to Use them Wisely by Duncan Rhodes

Goobertown, Dana Howl, Brushstroke, and Duncan Rhodes are honestly INVALUABLE resources for this hobby. Of the four Brushstroke and Howl will waste the least of your time: All are great, but Goobertown tends to ham it up a bit(which isn't BAD! and he makes up for it by rigorously indexing his videos in the load bar so you can skip around easily), and Rhodes likes to talk.

Rhodes covers EVERYTHING, but he's a really good source for advanced techniques, especially painting ones.

Brushstroke is not only a Good, super-informative miniature hobby channel, it's also a pretty decent ASMR one.

Dana is... Awesome. There's really nothing else to say that really encapsulates Her Whole Deal. Good painting advice(even if she mostly works with an airbrush which I dont), good color advice, good basic advice, good basing advice, Concise, Direct, and Hilarious.

Goobertown is an Endless source of inspiration for general Hobby tips and tricks(I am GOING to do magnets >:> Epoxy spooks me a bit tho X| X|) as well as being a great source for painting advice, spcl for beginners, AND he breaks down the science behind allot of this stuff. I owe to him my not getting a gloss varnish for this project because he proved it didn't really benefit you to do a gloss undercoat and matte overcoat, even though most ppl(like Duncan) will swear up and down it does something.

Ok: NOW Im done

[myownprivatcidaho]

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[fantasies2paper]

Satoru walked past my café at the same time everyday. Black slacks covered the long legs that connected to a long torso clad in an expensive looking silk shirt. The white shirt drew attention to the shockingly white hair and black shades he wore on his pale face. I bet he was wearing that stupid ass cologne that smelled too fucking good.

The various women who had previously been gossiping and talking amongst themselves all did their best to watch him inconspicuously. Of course they all failed. I busied myself by restocking the cups to contain my laughter. Every woman, eligible or not, knew who the hell Satoru Gojo was and if they didn't know they would find out eventually.

"I'm going to take the trash out," I said as I gathered up the garbage bag and nodded to my cashier, who nodded back as they handled the customer in front of them without missing a beat. Smiling to myself at his professionalism before walking out the back door to the dumpster when I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

Standing with his arms crossed outside of the door was Satoru, looking even more handsome up close than he had from far away. I could smell his cologne and I was more than a little peeved at the way it made my lower belly swirl with desire before I could smother it with a pillow. It had been months since he’d been in my bed so why the hell could I remember his tongue on my skin so vividly.

"Y/n," He smirked and looked down at me over the black shade and leaned against the clean stone wall of the opposite building, my eyes struggling to stay on his face. “Long time no see, bunny. I noticed you're not with that short shit anymore?” “No actually I- wait how the fuck?” I stared at him in disbelief and at that moment I didn’t care how badly I wanted him to touch me because I wanted to punch him. “First of all, don't call me that! Second of all, have you been watching me? You do know that isn't how hookups work right? Stop smiling at me like that!”

“You sound so damn cute when you're angry,” he said as his large hand reached for mine, making my heart stutter in my chest. “Is he not helping you release all that extra stress? You know I'm always available for a bit of relaxation.”

“Satoru…” I started in warning but was he wrong? No one had quite touched me the way that he did and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the way he felt and tasted. God the things that man could do with his tongue. But that was not the damn point.

“What about that cashier of yours? He seems nice.” he says as he interlaced his fingers with mine and suddenly his meaning clicked. “Is that what this is?” I huffed a laugh in disbelief. “Is the great Satoru Gojo fucking jealous?” That earned me the flash of a smile. “So you do think I'm great.”

“I–,” I bit the inside of my cheek before realizing the disappearing distance between us. “What are you doing?

“If you want me to stop,” he started in a low voice as he pulled me flush against his body, his other hand sliding into my locs and tilting my head before his lips brushed lightly against mine. “All you have to do is say….. ‘stop’.”

“You smug bastard.” I growled out before placing my hands on his chest and closing the distance between us. His lips tasted faintly of matcha and his body was so hot against mine. I could feel him smirk against my lips and I nipped his bottom lip in irritation before he pressed my back against the wall and lifted me up, my skirt bunching up around my hips.

He smirked more at the sight of my panties. “You even wore my favorite color.”

Before I could snap back with a scathing retort his fingers found their way inside of the thin lacy fabric, his long digit teasing my core. I moaned desperately as my cheeks flushed from something that wasn't anger, clenching around his finger before a second finger slipped inside. “Daddy has to get you ready, bunny. Youve been so long without my cock filling this pretty fucking cunt havent you?” he whispered against my neck, his voice hot against my skin making my clit throb. “Answer me, Y/n, or I'll leave you right here. Just like this.” “Y-yes… please fuck me, daddy!” 

The desperation and need in my voice took me aback but I didn't have the time to evaluate the chokehold this man had over me. All I knew is I needed him like I needed air to breathe. I clenched tightly around his fingers, watching his eyes darken as my hips began to roll. Apparently I had a pretty decent hold over him as well.

“Did you miss my sweet cunt?” I breathed out once his eyes locked on to mine, making his cock twitch in his slacks and making me bold. “I'll bet you couldn't find anyone quite like me could you?”

My hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders before gripping his hair. Pulling his head back, I licked a slow line up his neck as I moaned soft noises of approval from his fingers. Satoru kissed me frantically and deep after removing his fingers coated in my arousal before quickly pulling his cock from his pants and rubbing the tip between my folds.

“Youre so fucking intoxicating and youre mine do you understand?” he growled out and pushed his cock inside of my soaked pussy before I could answer him with more than a loud cry of pleasure.

He filled every empty space and claimed it as his own. Stretching me tight around him and so deep inside of me I thought he could feel my heartbeat. He wasnt moving and i was losing my fucking mind, throbbing impatiently until i looked up at him pleadingly.

“What…what are you waiting for?”

He stared at me expectantly until it dawned on me; he wanted an answer. It wouldn't mean anything would it? Of course not. Satoru Gojo was community dick, wasn't he? Everyone knew that and he prided himself on being alone and the fantasy of every single woman in the Shibuya district. Of course saying yes wouldn't mean a damn thing….right?

“I'm all yours please…” 

“Good girl,” he said as an emotion flashed across his face before pulling nearly completely out and slamming back in, making my eyes roll back and all coherent thoughts leave my mind. “You fit me so fucking perfect, y/n.”

With a firm grip on his hair I moaned against his skin as he began to move with hard thrusts and his hands gripped my thighs tight. Biting and licking wherever I could reach to mark his body as mine. The wet sounds only made him move faster, pounding into my core with no sign of slowing down.

Satoru bit my shoulder, making me whimper his name louder as my nails dig into his back. My thighs began to shake around him, making him pop my ass with a low moaning chuckle.

“I am not done with you yet, baby. Dont fucking cum until i tell you to.”

I whined low in my throat and he mocked the sound only amping up my frustration until I clamped down on his cock and raked my nails down his back. His cock twitched as he arched his back with a deep groan and drove his cock harder into me. 

The tip of his cock kissed my cervix with every stroke ringing a cry from my throat. My head fell back against the wall as my grip tightened in his hair while I tried to meet his bruising pace, all my fight forgotten. 

“Dont fucking st- ahh…please dont fucking stop!” I moaned out not caring how desperate my voice sounded. One of his hands moved up my body before he gripped my throat, holding me in place as he jackhammered his hips. His lips covered mine in a bruising kiss, drinking my moans in as my core clamped down around him. A coil started to form in my lower belly as I cried out louder, not caring who heard. Long fingers moved in between us and circled my clit slowly as he watched.

“Watch me and I'll let you come, bunny.”

Against my better judgment I looked down as his cock, coated in my arousal, disappeared. A low moan bubbled in my throat at the filthy sight. His fingers circled my clit before I watched him write his initials on my clit. 

“This belongs to me, bunny,” he said, voice a few octaves lower before pinching my clit and driving me over the edge.

I squirted hard on his cock with a silent cry, his hand moved up to cover my mouth as my body quivered. I watched my arousal coat his abs and thighs, his moan of approval as he pounded into me only kept my orgasm going. His cock twitched before his orgasm followed not too far behind mine. Satoru panted against my neck as he pinned me against the wall with his body, holding me there. His hands massaged my hips and thighs, loosening the muscles there. I sighed, softly. “I meant what I said.”

His voice was so quiet I almost thought I imagined his words. I waited to see if he would continue and when he didnt i said, “what?”

He readjusted me in his hold and his hand cupped my jaw. “I don't want anyone else touching you.”

“Well…,” I started as I felt a bubble of irritation in my chest but his hand covered my mouth.

“Let me finish, bunny.” he chuckled and removed his hand before playfully pinching my nose. “I want you all to myself but of course i won't let anyone else touch me either. Consider us together but without the labels. What do you say?”

I looked at him in disbelief. My brain was having a hard time wrapping around the fact that he had just made us exclusive of sorts. 

"I'm sorry what?" 

"You heard me, y/n." He said with a soft laugh. "I'm starting to get bored and I think you are the kind of excitement I need."

I laughed then and pinched his nose. "Next time say that instead of sitting in the alley behind my business."

"Well I told your employee to tell you I was out here but he said you didn't want to." he said, tucking a loc behind my ear.

"He…he never told me anything!"

As the look of amused anger crossed his face I knew I had a whole other issue on my plate and that my adventures with Satoru Gojo were just getting started.

[shockinglysubmissive]

Kinktober Day 6: Public Sex

Day 6: Public Sex- Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Death/Dusting, Slight Yandere, Caught Fucking

Tags: @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

Sitting at the bar, you don’t notice the glare that your boss is shooting at the man who has been flirting with you. You continue nursing your drink, wanting him to leave but feeling trapped in the corner. It is not until he reaches out to touch your thigh that Shigaraki takes control of the situation.

He heads over, touching the man with a single finger. “Excuse me, kind sir. I am wondering if you could please leave this bar. We are closing soon.” He keeps his voice as level as possible, not wanting to draw attention quite yet.

“Let my girl finish her drink, and we will be gone soon.” The stranger replies, barely looking at Shigaraki. This was his biggest mistake. Not only did he ignore him, he tried to take claim over you. You belonged to him.

“Of course, how rude of me to interrupt. Shake my hand to accept my apology.” He offers the stranger a hand. You notice it before you can warn the strange man. There was no glove on his hand. Just as your mouth opens to tell him to stop, his hand meets your boss’s and his bony fingers all connect with his hand.

You cover your eyes as the man falls to dust in front of you.”What was that for?” You ask, brushing pieces of the man off your leg. You had grown used to the sight of people turning to dust, being part of the league, but this was out of nowhere.

“He touched something that was mine. He could not continue living. He had to die before he got too bold and moved his filthy hand any higher.” He keeps his voice calm, cleaning off the chair before sitting down. By now, the rest of the bar has turned to see what is going on.

“Yours? When did I become yours?” You demand, trying to ignore the wet patch growing in your panties at his possessive behavior towards you.

Instead of answering your question, he tugs a pair of artist gloves out of his pocket, sliding them onto his hands.

“Tomura?” You question, eyes flicking between his hands and his face. A grin spreads widely as he grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Mine. You belong to me. And I am tired of waiting to claim you. Tired of not getting to sink balls deep inside of you.” He hoists your dress up past your ass, tugging your thin panties to the side.

“Stop! People could see us!” You whisper, trying to act as normal as possible as you glance around at the bar packed full of other league members, and various other criminals.

“Let them watch. I want everyone to know that you belong to me. The pile of dust will remind them what happens if they even think about touching you.” His lips brush against your neck, tongue trailing to find your pulse point.

Despite his frail looking appearance, he was so much stronger than you imagined. The hold he had on your waist was far too strong for you to do anything besides giving in to your desire to be his.

Feeling your body lose some of the tension, he removes one of his hands, releasing the bruising grip that he had on you. He frees himself from his pants, pumping his length as it stirs to life.

With your back to his chest, you are unable to see his size, but you can feel his hand moving quite a distance with each pump, and the wet sound tells you that he is oozing cum already. A moment passes before you feel the heavy tip prodding at your lips, willing them to spread to accommodate him.

He wasn’t monsterously thick, but fuck was he long. As you slide down his shaft, you could feel pressure against your cervix. The first time his tip nudges your deepest parts, you fall into a moaning mess against him.

“I thought you were worried about people seeing. But you are moaning like a whore and I havent even started fucking you.” His voice drips with amusement, reveling in the sounds that he was already pulling from you.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to swallow your moans to keep quiet. This would have worked had your boss been kind. But he was not. He was jealous and possessive. With one arm wrapped around your torso, he bounced you freely on himself. His other hand tugged and smacked your cllit, as if he were punishing you for denying him your sweet sounds.

One particularly hard swap to your clit causes you to yelp loud enough to draw the attention of nearly everyone in the bar. You were too lost in pleasure to truly care, body tensing as you cum around your boss’s long cock.

“What do you say, why don’t you share. I want to see her cream like that for me.” A voice calls from somewhere behind you. The only response the man received was Shigaraki indicating the dust on the floor.

[dr3amofagame]

uhhhh ,, , hi ??

i feel bad bc i havent been here in. LITERALLY forever lmao - hope you guys r all doing good!! ive been working on some stuff but it’s been pretty slow going, and school is also A Thing, so i definitely havent been writing as much as i’d like. 

as an apology, have this? really self-indulgent feel-good syndicate + c!dream centric oneshot bc i felt like writing this so u know. why not. 

tws: implied torture, abuse, self-harm, disordered eating, starvation mentions, prison arc themes - overall everything’s just blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mentions, not too much angst here for once! c!sam and c!quackity critical, sorry guys but we r still in the prison arc and they still r on their “fuck human rights” arcs. 

Dream leaves.

 It’s a surprise - or maybe it isn’t one, Niki isn’t quite sure. She’d never grown to quite trust the man, she knows, and she can’t really tell if the bitter twist of emotion that swells up her chest when Phil comes to her city with the news is betrayal or resignation - what can she say. She’s gotten more than her fair share of broken promises. They don’t exactly faze her anymore. 

 None of them seem all that surprised, save Techno, who entirely fails to hide the worry that flickers over his face when he calls the Syndicate meeting to officially inform them of what’s going on. She shares quick, careful glances with the other members when his back is turned - despite how many times he’s been burned, Techno still seems so adamant at holding onto every thread, trusting all too easily those who would use and leave him behind without a second glance. He can handle himself, she knows. Still, that’s not going to stop her from slapping Dream upside the head for being yet another worthless person to betray her friend’s forgiving nature. 

 Nothing much changes in the next few weeks. Niki has to admit, it’s strange without Dream around - he’d not been an ally, much less a friend before dipping completely, but he had been some sort of constant - and Niki is self aware enough to know that she misses him, a little, the same sort of way you might miss an old routine once it’s gone, if only for the familiarity. She still visits Techno and Phil with various baked goods, knowing that Phil would have his hands full just keeping Techno from running himself ragged - makes sure to check on Ranboo, whose nerves have inevitably returned with Dream’s disappearance. To be honest, she doesn’t worry as much as he does - ally or not, she’s spent enough time with the Dream that had left prison to expect that he won’t exactly be able to get himself very far should he come for the four of them, and doesn’t particularly care about he might pull with the rest of the server - if things get bad, she’s sure Phil and Techno will have it handled. She asks Phil, once, what happened, and he shrugs. 

 “I don’t know, mate,” he heaves a chest to the side, pulling out a stack of stone blocks that Niki gladly holds for him. “One day we woke up and he was just- gone. Everything. Was like he wasn’t ever there at all.” 

 Niki hums. “Why’d you think he’d do something like that?” 

 “If I could understand half of why Dream does what he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” He smiles at her from behind a crate. “Shall we bring these things upstairs and start on dinner?” 

 Niki laughs, knowing that the conversation about Dream is over. “Of course, Phil.” 

Dinner is a welcome distraction; all of them have gotten better at cooking in recent months, between her baking and the veritable library of recipes Phil knows that she’s never even heard of, but Phil is still the only one she really trusts to hold his own behind the stove - Ranboo is still a little too nervous around water, and fire, and much of everything, and though Techno can be a perfectly capable cook, he’s been distracted as of late. She has a strong feeling that left to his own devices, he’d just grab a stack of steak and disappear for another few weeks, searching the server for information. 

 Honestly, she’s a little thrown off by his behavior - he’d not done anything like this with Tommy, if she remembers right, and had hardly seemed affected by Wilbur’s betrayal on the Sixteenth at all (then again, she was a little too lost in her own head to notice if he was.) She tosses her head over to ask Phil, who’s leaning over a few carrots he’s slicing to throw into the stew he’s making, and the man pauses, frowns. 

 “From what I know,” he starts, words slow, careful, “they’d spent three months in there together, and the conditions weren’t exactly- stellar. According to what Techno said, I’d assumed they had come to some sort of understanding.” He goes back to the carrots, expression dipping into shadow and out of sight. “Guess I was wrong.” 

 Niki hums. She can see it, sort of - spending months together with someone, no matter how insufferable, probably would end with some degree of attachment - she thinks back to plotting through sleepless nights with Jack, anger and grief leaving them simmering, crabs in the same pot of boiling water, remembers looking into his dead-eyed gaze and seeing her own stare back - and feels a brief pang of guilt. Besides, Techno is Techno. She’d never met someone so willing to forgive, understand, reach out despite everything that’s happened - for Dream to take advantage of that feels almost too obvious. Of course he would - what were they all thinking?

 “He’s Dream,” she says as if that explains everything, flipping open the oven door and feeling a wave of heat blast her face. Phil hums lowly, understanding. “I hope Techno will be alright.” 

 “He’s tough,” Phil cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “And he has us on his side. He’ll get through.” 

 Niki opens her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the front door slamming open. Outside their quaint little cottage, the wind howls - it sounds like the beginning of a blizzard out there, flurries painting the world in a thick blanket of white. In the door, Techno strides into the entrance with loud, decisive movements, shutting the door loud enough to make the walls shake. Inadvertently, Niki finds her eyes drawn to the small pile of snow that he’s tracked into the house - Techno’s usually so careful to kick it all off on the porch, never liked it much when there was a pile of melting ice and snow dampening the floorboards and soaking into his shoes. He huffs harshly, stripping off a snow-dusted scarf from his face - a long, multicolored abomination that had been the product of her attempting to teach Ranboo how to knit. Phil has reached his side, hands splayed over his upper arms, eyes soft in the corners from concern. 

 “Techno, mate-” his tone is chiding but his movements gentle as he brushes snow off of Techno’s signature cloak, “you’ve gotten snow everywhere. What were you doing, dueling a blizzard?” 

 Techno shakes his head, not meeting Phil’s banter as usual, fur sticking up from the snow melted into it. His voice is gruff and holds little humor - unconsciously, Niki feels her shoulders tense. 

 “Phil, call a Syndicate meeting.”

 ---

 Phil, per usual, is unrelenting, so it’s not until a quick dinner and some hurried messages to their final member later that the Syndicate is gathered in their meeting room, Techno pacing the length of the room as they wait in their respective seats. He looks less frazzled than he did when he first entered the house, in part due to Phil’s sitting him down to eat and picking through his fur to smooth it out of its windblown spikes and tangles - Techno had grumbled at him to stop preening him, but looked a lot more relaxed by the time they were all finished with their food. Still, his ear flicks periodically, twitching toward ssome sound that Niki can’t hear, movements tighter and jerkier than she is used to. He’d always been a little flightier after the prison, but not quite like this - everything here feels like that but dialed up to eleven. Inexplicably, it reminds her of Dream. 

 “Techno?” Phil gestures towards his seat, prompting, and he settles into it with an obliging huff. 

 “Y’know, Phil, the code names are kinda pointless if we never use ‘em,” he says, words carrying no real heat - he looks back at the rest of them, lips thinning into a line. “Anyway. I called this meeting because I found a couple leads on Dream.” 

 “O-oh,” Ranboo stutters, tail lashing behind him. 

 “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, mate,” Phil reminds him gently, a sentiment that Niki affirms with a determined nod. 

 “There’ve been some reports- rumors, really,” Techno says, calling their attention again, and they all turn towards him, “of increased activity around the prison again. The Warden spending more time on its grounds, movement seen around the walls and around the portal- so I decided to go check it out for myself.” 

 Niki frowns, and watches as Phil does the same beside her - Techno had seemed to avoid the prison if he could help it, save for when he went on the initial mission to break Dream out. It was no secret to them that he didn’t exactly like the place. 

 “We could’ve helped if you asked,” Phil reminds him, and Techno shakes his head. 

 “I know, Phil. It’s just- that place is bad news. I’d rather keep you guys away from there if I can-” his hand goes to his head with a poorly hidden wince. “Sorry, Chat’s a little- worked up, at the minute.” 

 “Sorry, we’ll stop interrupting you,” Niki says, cutting off Phil before he says anything else. “So you went to the prison?” 

 Techno takes a second to gather his thoughts, mumbling quietly in the way that usually means he’s telling off Chat. “Right- I decided to stake out the portal. The rumors were right- Sam has been hanging around there, entered and left the prison four times yesterday. And today-” he hesitates, expression visibly darkening. “This morning, about an hour after the Warden arrived, Quackity came to the prison and went through the portal. He left the grounds about six hours later.” 

 “Quackity?” Niki frowns, eyes flicking over to how Phil has stilled in his seat. “What is Quackity doing at the prison?” 

 Phil ignores her question, reaching towards Techno, something indiscernible in his gaze. “Mate…”

 “He smelled of blood when he left,” Techno says, words sharp, and Niki feels her heart skip a beat. “Warden left about half an hour after, and I came back here.” 

 Ranboo clears his throat, sounding tentative. “Okay,” he drums his hand on the table when they turn towards him, eyebrows drawn, “but what, exactly, does this have to do with, uh, Dream?” 

 Techno and Phil trade glances, one of their bouts of unspoken conversation that Niki’s grown extremely used to. They seem strangely hesitant, she notes internally, Phil looking towards Techno with a question written clearly in the planes of his face. Techno sighs, a long puff of air through his lips as he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the table. 

 “You know how Dream was- injured,” he starts slowly, looking back up at them. Niki shifts uncomfortably - of course she noticed, it was impossible not to - if not the bandages that peeked under his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants, then how skinny he’d been, all skin and bones curled up uncomfortably in a pile at the corner of Techno’s couch. She’d not know the extent, by any means, and had always assumed that they’d been self-inflicted - she’d been in a bad enough place on her own before to know how your head can make you want to hurt, sometimes, how eating food can feel like choking on sawdust and the world could feel so much smaller when focused into delicate pricks of pain. Phil’s eyes are trained on Techno - on his face, then on the pinkish raised skin of a still-healing scar along his forearm, and she feels understanding settle like a rock in her gut. 

 “The Warden had apparently been lettin’ Quackity into the cell to torture Dream for the revive book,” Techno trails off, eyes narrowed and seemingly fixed on a random point of the opposite wall. “By the time I go there, it’d been goin’ on for months.”

 “But wait,” Ranboo’s tail moves even more erratically behind him, “You mean you think he’s back- there? How?” 

 “He has to be back in the prison,” Techno points out. “I can’t imagine anyone besides him that the two of them are goin’ to just start torturin’- Sam had been iffy about the whole thing when Quackity started in on me. It has to be Dream in there again.” 

 “But how did he get in there, then?” Ranboo asks, visibly confused. “Last time it took the entire server to lock him up!”

 “There were no signs of a struggle,” Niki points out, matter of fact. “I believe you, Techno, but I don’t really know how they managed to drag him back so easily. I can’t imagine he was jumping at the chance to go back in there.” 

 Techno shakes his head with an uneasy sigh. 

 “I have a feelin’ of what might’ve happened,” he says quietly. “And I really hope that I’m wrong and he’s less of an idiot than I think he is.” 

 ---

 They set out to investigate - and maybe attack - the next day, Techno and Phil taking on the bulk of preparations as Ranboo stays behind. He’d been understandably uneasy about the whole mission, so they’d left him back by the Syndicate room to set off their pearls in case anything went wrong. (“By the end of the day,” Techno had said, giving Phil a look with the corner of his lip quirked upwards, “don’t be like Phil here and think I meant the end of the month, alright?”) They’d all be supplied with armor and weapons, thanks to Phil, but she’d been handed the bulk of their potions, arranged neatly in her inventory by type in case they’d be needed. She lingers in the back of the room as Phil and Techno chat amiably over the sound of making last minute repairs on their armor, listens to Techno’s ceaseless reminders for Phil to be careful, watches as they make sure that their stasis chambers are properly prepared should they need them.

 (She watches as Phil nudges Techno’s shoulder when he lingers behind a certain chair, empty as long as she’s been part of the Syndicate, the fountain behind it bubbling quietly without a pearl inside. Techno sighs, expression strange. 

 “Should’ve set him up with one,” he says, quiet, and Phil pats him on the back. 

 “You couldn’t have known, mate. We wanted to wait a little before telling him about the Syndicate, remember?” 

 Techno hums, noncommittal. “Still.”)

 They Nether travel to the site of Techno’s lookout, which ends up being a little shambling thing with dirt walls dug into a small hill looking towards the prison portal, having hardly enough space to fit the three of them. Phil looks at it with no small amount of apprehension, and Techno shrugs lightly, wearing an expression that makes Phil turn to him with a look that makes Niki break into giggles. Techno crosses his arms- “in my defense-” and Phil looks up at the dirt ceiling with a long-suffering sigh. 

 “You couldn’t have made this a little roomier, mate?” Phil asks, voice dry as kindling, and Techno raises his hands by his head. 

 “Hey hey, it’s discreet, it gets the job done, it’s perfectly structurally sound-” the sound of the leftmost wall crumbling, along with the cloud of dust that puffs from it and fills their tiny space, undermines the tail end of his statement and leaves him sputtering, Niki falling into another fit of quiet giggles. Underneath it all, Phil sighs again, raising his wings behind him. 

 “...these are going to take so long to clean out.” 

 To his credit, Techno looks sheepish. “Sorry, Phil.”

 They sober up quickly; Techno turns around to the opposite side of the hill, where he’s hidden some peepholes inside the dirt - Niki settles herself by one, leaning forwards to put her eye to it and catch a glimpse of the prison looming over the water. It’s been repaired since the breakout, she notes, the gaping hole in the roof completely gone and replaced with obsidian, as intimidating and undamaged as it had been before, if not more so. Phil makes a considering sound from behind her.

 “Same plan as last time?” He asks, and Techno shakes his head. 

 “They’ve probably reinforced it, and Dream’s blueprints won’t include anything new the Warden’s added. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Dream to a different location completely. We don’t want to draw too much attention, either, we were cutting it pretty close during the breakout.” He narrows his eyes. “I was thinking we’d try something a little stealthier, this time. “ 

 He gestures at Niki, who blinks back at him with wide eyes. 

 “You got a couple of invis potions for us?”

 She distributes the potions among them all, one regular and two splash potions of invisibility each, and Techno points towards the prison once she’s done. 

 “The most important thing is to get through the portal,” he says with a grim expression. “Worst comes to worst, once we’re inside we can always blast our way through - but gettin’ through that portal is our first priority.” 

 Phil narrows his eyes at him. “The portal is locked, though. We’ll need to follow someone else inside- and I’m pretty sure Sam uses pearls, so he’s out.” 

 Techno nods. “Which is why I’m bankin’ on the prison gettin’ another visitor today. We’ll just have to wait.” 

 Niki swallows. “Do you mean-”

 “Quackity?” Techno turns away, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’m not totally sure, but he’s not exactly the type to just give up on his goals. He’s pretty predictable- an empire needs an emperor, always needs something new to rule- you know the type,” he says, tipping his head towards Phil. “He’ll be mad at Dream for disappearin’ on him and won’t miss the opportunity to prove he has the upper hand again. I’m not sure that he’s going to come today-”

 “-but you wouldn’t really be surprised, either,” Phil finishes for him, eyes steely with cold determination. “I trust your judgement, mate. Just stay safe- from what I’ve heard, Quackity has been...erratic.” 

 “When is he not,” Techno huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Phil. Just be careful, both of you. Don’t get too close. And if things get messy- which is what we’re tryin’ to avoid, by the way- then don’t do anything too risky. Our priority is gettin’ in and out alive.” 

 “We can handle ourselves, Techno,” Niki reminds him with a small smile. “And Ranboo is there in case anything goes wrong.” 

 “Alright, then. Here’s the plan.” 

 ---

 It takes quite a long time for Quackity to arrive, long minutes that Niki spends fidgeting in the corner of the room, brushing her hands over seams of the netherite plates that Phil had shoved into her hands, back at the Syndicate room. The set is inexplicably light - not weightless, by any means, as it is still netherite, but not nearly as bulky as any set of netherite armor she’s owned or seen in the past. The runes are precise, lines thin and exact, written with graceful strokes of lapis. 

 “Phil’s the best metalworker I’ve ever met,” Techno tells her with a small grin, catching her in the middle of tracing what she can make out as an Unbreaking rune along the metal strapped to her forearm. “But then again, he’s had the time to practice.” 

 “Are you calling me old again?” Phil huffs, and Techno flashes a smile her direction before looking at Phil with a slight grin. 

 “Well, Chat is,” he says, lips twitching when Phil glares back. 

 “You can’t just blame Chat every time you insult me, you little shit,” Phil groans, and Techno only grins wider. 

 “Phil, my ad revenue,” he complains, a dramatic lilt to his voice that has Niki stifling a snort, and Phil’s glare only grows deadlier. 

 “You’ll have more than your ad revenue to worry about if you keep this up,” he mumbles, going back to keep watch at one of the peepholes and stilling as he does. “Shit- Techno, Quackity’s here.” 

 Techno straightens up, hindered slightly by the low ceiling of their room. “Alright- we all know the plan, right?” 

 Niki nods in the affirmative, pulling out a splash invis and letting it settle in her hand, the glass cool beneath her fingertips. She reaches into her inventory and lets her armor fade into it, takes a deep breath and watches as the two across from her do the same. She doesn’t wear armor often, but so close to the prison, feeling mining fatigue settling deep into her bones - she’s never missed the security it offers more. Techno keeps watch, waiting- drops his arm in a signal. Now. 

 Niki throws the potion at their feet, flinching back at the sound of shattering glass and feeling its effects seep into her skin. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything but the inside of the room that they’d holed themselves in and the faintest of wisps rising from where their feet must be, curling around the grass. 

 (Please let this work, she begs to no one in particular as they walk towards the prison. And if you can hear me- please keep us all safe.)

 She hardly breathes as they follow Quackity across the path, holding someone’s hand in her own - Phil’s, by the feel of it - careful to muffle her footsteps in the grass and stand still whenever Quackity’s eyes come a little too close. Thankfully for them, he seems focused, hardly stopping or looking around at all as he walks towards the prison’s portal, movements stiff as he walks forward. He punches the button on the wall particularly harshly, and Sam’s voice comes crackling through a speaker a second later. 

 “I’m here for my visit,” Quackity says, punctuating the sentence with a snort of laughter that doesn’t sound particularly sincere. Niki hasn’t seen him in a long while, not after everything that happened in Pogtopia, and she feels a chill worm down her spine - this man looks nothing like the one that had laughed and danced and sung at her birthday party what feels like an eternity ago. What happened? 

 Sam sighs, the sound turning into a sharp burst of static through the speakers. “Hello Quackity,” he says, voice deep and tired. “Please step into the portal after I tell you to and then wait on the other side.” 

 “I know the drill, Sam,” Quackity rolls his eyes. “Just because the bastard was gone for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how this damn place works.” 

 “Just going through protocol, Quackity,” Sam replies, and something about this response has Quackity exploding into a brief fit of laughter, the sound grating against Niki’s ears. She feels her grip tighten on Phil’s hand, air caught in her throat. 

 “Protocol- ha. Whatever you wanna tell yourself, pal.” Quackity smiles, cold and cruel, and Niki tries not to think about how she’d seen that same grin on Wilbur, eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns hung from the bridges and walls of their ravine, remember how she’d looked into them and realized her old friend wasn’t there, anymore. Quackity disappears into the portal, and after a second, the hand around her own pulls her inside of it too.

 On the other side, Quackity taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and waiting- Sam’s voice comes through the speakers again, words clipped. 

 “Go through the portal,” he says, and Quackity does- once again, they wait for a second for his body to disappear, then go within it themselves, pressed close enough together within its frame for Niki to feel the warmth of a wing wrap around her shoulders for a quick second before they’re out of the hot, stifling air of the Nether and into a large, neatly made lobby of blackstone and quartz. They duck into a corner, watching as Quackity moves towards the front counter, the Warden waiting there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks- tired. His movements are slow, footsteps loud against the floor, shoulders tense and back hunched. He walks around the counter, sword strapped to his belt, and Niki feels her breath hitch at the sight of dried blood still stuck to the blade in patches and splatters.

 “He ready?” Quackity asks, holding his hands out - Niki catches a flash of metal as Sam drops something into them, watches as Quackity raises what ends up being a pair of shears, dangerous-looking and gleaming with enchants, to the light. 

 “Yes,” Sam says, side-eyeing Quackity with a small glare. “You know, it’s supposed to be your job to clean those things off when you’re done with them.”

 “I told you, busy day back in Las Nevadas yesterday,” Quackity waves a hand- “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t get all pissy now. What happened to being partners?” 

 “You said we’d be done with this months ago, Quackity,” Sam sighs, and Niki feels a light tug on her arm as Quackity and Sam begin to walk towards the wall to the right of them, breathes in slow and deep as she follows Techno and Phil towards the others. The wall yawns open with the hiss of redstone firing and pistons pulling blocks upwards, opening into a dark hallway that feels like entering the maw of some sort of giant, insatiable beast. They step inside as one, and the door shuts behind them. 

 “We’ll be done soon enough,” Quackity says, and Niki feels hairs rising on the back of her neck. “Trust me.” 

 They stalk forwards through a labyrinth of blackstone, Niki brushing the palms of her hand against her clothes when it goes clammy from adrenaline. Halfway through, she pauses to tip back a second potion of invisibility, careful to keep her movements slow and steady as not to make a sound - the liquid is silvery, cool and light on her tongue, and she lets the effects wash over her with her breath caught in her lungs before moving forward. The tunnels are simpler than she’d expected, bearing little obstacles or checkpoints - Quackity makes a wry comment a second after (“Guard tunnels today, huh? Appreciate the hustle, pal-”) that confirms her suspicions. Despite the potion particles still whirling around their bodies and the sounds of their footsteps, too loud in her own ears, they manage to make it forwards without much trouble, entering a large room with a doorway filled completely with a curtain of lava. 

 “Set your spawn,” Sam says, still stoic, and Quackity rolls his eyes again before doing as told. Niki keeps looking back at the lava flowing past the wall, its heat filling the room and making her already slick palms even worse, and Sam moves to the side to flick a lever, eyes trained on the lava slowly bubbling in front of him. 

 “Give me your tools?” Quackity asks, and Sam sighs before doing so - Niki watches as he hands over a netherite axe, then potions, then a few raw potatoes that Quackity accepts and puts into his inventory. Sam raises an eyebrow once he’s done, hand tight around the handle of his trident. 

 “You bring your own sword, today?” He asks, seeming irritated, and Quackity shrugs. 

 “Sorry pal, I need to make a new one. Guess I’m borrowing yours again.” 

 Sam sighs again, louder, and hands over his sword as well, watching as Quackity swings it a few times experimentally. The blade skims a little too close to her on one swing and she can’t quite help the squeak that escapes her lips as she throws herself out of the way, feels her heart hammer in her ears as she backs up against the wall. Please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that-

 “Quackity, wait.” Sam raises a hand, ear twitching as he looks over in her direction with narrowed eyes. “I think I heard something.”

 Oh fuck.

 “Well, guess show’s up then,” Techno drawls, and both of them whirl towards his voice, giving Niki enough time to pull her armor back on, scrambling to get her sword and shield in her hands as Phil does the same besides her. Pieces of armor appear where Techno is standing, then a bucket of milk- oh, why must her friends be so dramatic- and Techno’s standing there, smiling sharply, with Orphan Obliterator held loosely at his side. “Let’s get this done, then.” 

 As one, Techno and Phil blur into action - Techno moves forward to catch the prongs of Sam’s trident on his blade as Phil parries Quackity’s blows with his own sword- they move fluidly, easily covering each other’s backs as the room devolves into chaos. Niki remembers their guidance as she flits in and out of the fight, scoring quick hits to keep the Warden and Quackity off balance while remaining out of range from their weapons, and it’s not long before both of them have fallen with a spray of items and experience orbs scattered all over the floor. 

 Techno moves over to block off the exposed face of the bed with a block, looking over at the two of them with an uncharacteristically severe expression. “They’ll be back soon- we have to move fast. Niki, you have those fire res, right?” 

 She nods as she reaches into her inventory, finding the potion’s orange-pink glow and smashing it at their feet. They dive into the lava together, Niki scrambling to keep up, her arms struggling to move through the thick lava, loses sight of both until she flails into something directly in front of her and hands are pulling her up out of the lava. 

 “There you go, mate,” Phil smiles down at her as hauls herself to her feet, making a face at the feeling of the lava clinging to her clothes. “Yeah, swimming through lava isn’t exactly fun. You good?” She flashes him a thumbs up, and he laughs- “Niki, you’re still invisible.” She flushes pink- right.

 A few sips of milk later, she gives him a proper thumbs up, and he laughs, loud and bright. She looks past him to where Techno’s crouched over something- someone, she realizes with a start, in the corner. Dream’s back in prison clothes, ragged and ill-fitting, and he’s curled up with his back towards the front of the cell, shaking enough to be obvious even from where she’s standing. Techno speaks lowly, voice barely more than a deep rumble in the air, almost inaudible.

 “You there, Dream?” 

 She watches as Dream turns his head, looking up with wide, bleary eyes. His hair flops in front of his face, and something within her itches to brush it out of the way. “T-Techno?”

 “Yeah nerd, who else?” Techno smiles, and Dream seems to blink awake, drawing himself up with a shuddery breath. 

 “Techno- it’s a trap- what are you doing here?” he hisses, and Techno gives him a look, deadpan.

 “Yeah, yeah, it’s a trap- come on, Dream, we’ve been over this by now, bro. You have to know that their traps aren’t goin’ to do anything to me by now,” Techno rolls his eyes, reaching forward to steady his hands on Dream’s shoulders when the other man sputters and struggles to breathe. “Easy, now. Geez, you wanted to prove me wrong about being homeless bad enough that you came back here? We could’ve just made you a house, you know. You didn’t have to go this far.” 

 “I- they were gonna kill you,” Dream breathes, face twisted up uncomfortably, and his eyes flick past Techno’s face to where Phil and Niki are standing at the opposite wall of the cell. “All of you- they said-”

 “And that’s what I thought you’d say,” Techno groans. “Come on, you idiot, I thought you were smarter than this-” 

 “They were right there, Techno!” Dream fires back, eyes alight. “You- they were right there, what were you thinking, they could’ve-!”

 “And my best friend is a necromancer, remember?” Techno shakes his head. “Come on, Dream- Sam and Quackity? You know we can handle them in a fight, especially when you can just revive us if anything goes wrong. You don’t have to do this whole self-sacrifice thing, bro- there’s only so many times I can break into the same prison, y’know.” 

 “You’re so stupid,” Dream huffs, but he leans in anyway, head just barely settling against Techno’s shoulder. “I- I can’t believe. You’re so dumb.” 

 “Hey, don’t be sayin’ that to the guy that’s breakin’ you out of prison,” Techno laughs, slinging Dream over his shoulder with an easy motion and laughing harder when it makes him yelp. “That’s just bein’ ungrateful. You’re making Chat sad, man, and when they’re sad they don’t subscribe-” 

 “I regret this entirely,” Dream says, voice muffled against Techno’s shirt, tone completely flat. “Put me down- you idiot- I’m staying here. You’re worse than Quackity.” 

 “Rude. Now you’ve really made Chat mad. I demand an apology-” 

 “Boys, boys.” Niki can’t help giggling, watching the way their gazes snap towards her, rolling her eyes as she moves forward with a few potions held loosely in her hand. “Dream, do you want a health pot?” 

 Dream seems to deliberate for a second, before nodding at her, expression slightly strained. “...sure.” 

 “You two can finish your argument after we’ve broken out of the biggest maximum security prison on the server,” Phil drawls from behind her, arms crossed at his chest. “Come on, now, before Sam gets back.” 

 “Isn’t this the only maximum security prison on the server?” Techno asks aloud, an amused expression on his face - one that only gets worse when Phil glares at him with one ice-blue eye. 

 “Shut-” he sighs, shaking his head. “You two are chaotic little shits, you know that?”

 “Don’t compare me to him, Phil,” Techno complains, Dream mirroring his words with muffled protests of his own, and Phil breathes another drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as he rubs at the bridge of his nose. 

 “Niki, give us some fire res please?” 

 She finds the potion bottle between giggles, throwing it to the ground as she tries to choke down the laughter rapidly bubbling up her throat. “Of course, Phil.” 

 She looks back at Techno and Dream before jumping into the lava, the two of them once again lost in some sort of argument, Dream draped over Techno’s shoulder. He’s breathing easier now, she notes, and Techno looks looser too - a little less tense, leaning back with a perpetual quirk to the corner of his lip as they fire insults back and forth. This is familiar, she recognizes with a soft twist in her chest, the same way that Phil and Techno can finish each other’s sentences and look at each other with laughing eyes sharing the same memories of the past, the same way Ranboo watches Techno’s every step as he adjusts his stance and lifts his sword and Techno laughs and calls him a main character in turn, the same way she and Phil will settle together on the porch over cups of tea and sit at each other’s sides for hours. The rhythm between them is one well-established, the road well-worn - she imagines them, huddled in this dingy cell for months together, and breathes in slow and deep. 

 “Come on,” she smiles, making sure to keep it on her face when Dream meets her eyes with wide, startled ones of his own. Dream still isn’t an ally, and isn’t a friend. 

 But - she watches as he smiles back, something inexplicably warm in her chest - maybe, one day, he could be.

[elysianslove]

i know i have about a billion requests to get to but megumi on the brain megumi on the brain megumi on the brain—

it’s no secret megumi has the prettiest moans. you’re privileged enough to hear them firsthand, and even though anyone privy to them through paper-thin walls complains, you know better— know your lover fuels their fantasies and sings melodies as they pleasure themselves.

thankfully, you don’t have to imagine. you don’t have to pretend to know what he might look like when he sounds like that, when his moans are breathy and he sighs and when he whimpers and when he grunts and groans and when he whines and moans deep, deep from his chest. he’s right before you, a sight for sore eyes, music to your ears.

megumi, in all his glory, is spread out for you, and he’s truly a beauty. you already know he’s breathtaking, with his soft, porcelain skin, dark hair and bright eyes to compliment it, pretty strawberry pink lips that you love to kiss swollen, long, dark lashes that kiss his rosy cheeks with every blink— he’s a doll, really. he’s pretty always, but especially when he’s like this for you, when one featherlight touch of your fingers hovers by his thigh, when your lips brush the skin of his abdomen and you kiss— and he sighs.

your hands are gently squeezing his sides, trailing up and leaving goosebumps all along in your wake. you caress and knead lightly, palms softly touching at his skin as your lips plant wet kisses all along his stomach, starting from right before where the dark patch of hair grows, up along his toned, lean muscles, finally where to his perky, pink nipples rest. when your lips arrive, your hands meet them halfway, and soon you’re squeezing at his chest, erect nipple between your teeth and rolling with your tongue. your lips wrap around the bud and you suck, hands squeezing tighter— and god, there it is.

the sweetest noises, all for you.

megumi whimpers, body trembling in the slightest, legs twitching in confusion as to whether to lift them or keep them steady, caging you. he sighs and whimpers again, lips tightly sealed as his hands grab at your arms and rub and knead and latch onto you. he’s on cloud nine when your mouth drools all over his nipples, but it’s nothing in comparison to when your throat is bulging with the evidence of him, his cock hard and pulsating as you suck and slurp and kiss and lick all over, messy and careless and so perfect.

he always lets you set the pace at first, lets you have your fun as he spreads his legs for you, thick thighs caging you in as he arches his back and bites down on a finger, eyes rolling back. his chest heaves and he borderline sobs, back arched so deep, forcing more of him into your mouth— and you take, take, take.

you’re so fucking good to him.

when he’s close, awfully close, his hands mindlessly reach for you, and his fingers numbly and harshly tangle in your hair, pulling and tugging as he takes more and more control. you gag and cry around him, but it only spurs him on, head thrown back as he uses your throat to reach his high. it’s blindingly euphoric: your tight throat, your warm, wet mouth, the tears spilling from your eyes, the drool spilling from the corners of your lips, the filthy cries you’re drowning him in.

he wants to hold you down, wants to feel your throat pulse as it tries to expel him when he cums, but he can’t resist the way you squeeze your eyes shut as he spills all over your face, as he paints your skin with sticky, white streaks, as your mouth parts to accept some in your mouth, as you sigh and hum and giggle because you like this.

then you blink dazedly at him, humming delightfully as you suck him clean, and he can’t do else but pull you up, pull you closer, and kiss you. he kisses you with everything in him, pouring out everything he can’t put into words, accepting every moan and every whine that you spill onto his tongue. he kisses you open mouthed, so messy with drool and cum. but he doesn’t mind, not in the least.

not when you’re so generous.

im kinda burnt out cause of finals so i havent been really able to write but then my brain went— no. you’re horny for megumi. and ig im weak

[butchsophiewalten]

So is one of your brushes just a default brush but just 2px??

aghh you're probably looking at an old post. i need to mix it up with the way i draw every couple of months or i get super stir-crazy.

a long while ago i used to draw on really small canvases but i still liked using thin lines, so one of my line brushes was this default firealpaca brush, just really small

nowadays the canvases I use are a decent bit bigger, that susan doodle I posted yesterday is ~~1300 by 1300. ish. and I haven’t used that analog brush for lines in a while. most recently I’ve been using this brush from the firealpaca brush store for lines (I havent altered it from the default settings other than changing the size as needed)

and for coloring I like this brush also from the firealpaca brush store. i like the texture and it’s got some autoblending i think is really nice, good for painting.

[silverpaintedstars]

Well, here’s a first chapter for y’all! Disclaimer it’s a little long, so be prepared for scrolling. I had a lot of fun writing this one

(if you havent read the prologue might wanna do that)

Chapter One: A Meal, An Encounter, and A Walk

He should be dead.

Somehow, though, he was alive.

But it felt like the opposite.

There was the left-over pain from the shadows, and on top of that, his face stung terribly. But he was alive, and he’d take that. Elliot didn’t open his eyes yet, still getting used to the fact that there was more life to live, and how he was going to use it.

It felt like he was laying on grass, or something of the likes. At any rate it was quiet, and he needed this moment of peace. He was lucky to snag them whenever he could, few and far between.

Finally he groaned and wrenched his eyes open. Grey sky greeted him overhead. He was laying on damp brush, rough and overgrown. Not too far from his original guess. A few trees dotted the land around, but he saw no other living form on this desolate wasteland.

Mustering all his energy, he slowly sat up, his head throbbing from the effort. He still had his traveling cloak over his shoulders, but whoever had put him here didn’t think to give him a bag or something?

Whoever had put him here…

Elliot looked around, then yelped.

On a rather large rock to his left, a black-clad figure sat, watching him. He wore a rather curious black mask around his eyes. A few strands of white hair peeked out from under his black hood. A scarf waved in the breeze, and a sword was buckled at his side.

All in all, he looked quite impressive, and like he could kill Elliot any second.

The black-cloaked young man quirked a small smile, his eyes completely concealed so Elliot couldn’t see any emotion from there. Clearly he knew Elliot had seen him but made no move towards his sword.

Elliot remained perfectly still, eyes wide and heart thumping. Did this person bring him here? Or simply stumble upon him? Not knowing made him feel even more helpless.

After a moment of the two staring at each other, the young man deftly hopped off his rock and strode towards Elliot, quickly closing the few yards between them. His boots flattened the tall grass, forming a temporary path.

Elliot swallowed, knowing he should run, but he was half curious what this stranger wanted, plus he doubted he could run faster.

The stranger stopped right in front of Elliot, who was still on the ground, staring up at him.

What he could see of his face betrayed no emotion as he reached a hand down, in the direction of his sheathed sword.

Elliot squeezed his eyes shut, frantically trying to shuffle back in the process. But when he heard no telltale shhhk of the weapon being drawn, he cautiously opened his eyes again.

A grey-gloved hand was outstretched in front of him.

Confused, ELliot looked back up at the stranger, who nodded his head towards his hand.

After a moment's hesitation, Ellliot limply grabbed it, his joints popping as the stranger pulled him to standing. Elliot dusted himself off, wobbling a bit. His face still hurt and he was terribly sore, but it was something he could bear to live with.

“Careful, traveler. Might get stepped on down there,” the stranger said. His voice didn’t quite match the rest of his outward appearance. Lower, a little hesitant but still confident. Elliot didn’t yet know if he could trust this stranger, but a part of him very much wanted to.

“Uh--em--tha-thank you,” Elliot warbled out, rubbing at his hands.

The stranger tipped his head slightly to the left. “And you are welcome.”

“Wh-who are you?” Elliot asked, knowing that stereotypical question had to be asked at some point.

“Around here you can call me Reaper.”

Elliot blinked. “Around here?”

“Yes.” He offered no further explanation. “I trust you are in need of food?”

Elliot hadn’t gotten there in his train of thought yet, but when it came around he found he was quite ready to board the car of food. His stomach grumbled hard when he found that inside this car were piles of food-breads, fruits, soups, and sweets. “Yes,” he said aloud, adding a hasty, ‘sir,” because it sounded safer.

Reaper smiled, pulling a wrapped parcel out of a bag hidden under his cloak. Inside were contents that added more memories to his car of food. A loaf of bread with a bit already broken off, a chunk of cheese, and an apple. He sat on the hard ground in one swift motion, crossing his legs underneath him and spreading the food on the paper, placing it on the ground.

Elliot clumsily sat across from Reaper, hungrily eying the food as more items filled his car as he looked at them.

Reaper tilted his head, as if studying him. “Go on.”

Elliot grabbed at the bread, tearing a hunk off and stuffing it in his mouth. He tried to go slow, act like he had some idea of manners, but the food tasted so good in comparison to what he was used to. Fresh bread--a rare thing for him. He was more used to barren soups, thin, watery things. This tasted a thousand times better, and Elliot felt himself feeling a sense of peace--despite dining with a stranger.

“So tell me,” Reaper said, watching Elliot eat, “how a High Elf like you wound up sixty miles from Orlem.”

He was that far away?

Elliot glanced down at his left hand, which bore the mark of a High Elf--black swirls along the side. He rubbed it. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. So then, Reaper hadn’t brought him here? Just...found him? He reached for the apple and took a meek bite, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“Quite a scar,” Reaper said after a few more minutes of almost quiet, save Elliot’s chewing.

Elliot trailed a finger along the ridge, not trusting himself to be able to say anything. He ducked his head, letting his long hair hang over his face. He had finished eating and stared down at the ground, his head aching not just from physical wounds, but from memories triggered by it. Terrible memories. He willed them away, but it didn’t really go away. Just retreated until another vulnerable moment.

Why was he here? He was certain his father--no, the king--had killed him. He didn’t deserve the title father anymore. Elliot could bear king but not father.

And who was Reaper? Why was a random stranger being so kind to this small Elf boy? Elliot didn’t deserve this. He’d never even had someone really be nice to him before. Except Moss. But she was gone.

“Wh-where are we?” he asked Reaper, dragging himself out from his maze of thoughts.

“About a mile from Holden,” Reaper answered.

Holden. A town. Elliot had never been there, his few leavings of Orlem, the capital of Lucero, north rather than east, where Holden lay. He’d studied the geography of Lucero and the neighboring kingdoms, Chexon and Andromarche, before, so he vaguely knew the rough area.

What was so important about Holden? Was there a reason he had woken up here? Or was it simply...more convenient? He could think of plenty of wasteland around Orlem that would’ve suited the same need, but was closer.

“So…” Elliot started, trying to order his thoughts. “You--found me?”

Reaper nodded. “I was headed to Holden and came upon you. I couldn’t exactly leave someone in your, ah, condition.” For some reason Elliot got the feeling he didn’t mean his wounds.

Reaper rubbed his neck in an almost grabbing way. “To put it this way--most you meet will not sympathize with you. Since Loot has the throne, life has been difficult for most people, from cause of Elves.”

Oh. Elliot let that sink in. Because...of his father, people just associated elves with bad? And Reaper didn’t even know his father was the king.

“You’re lucky I found you,” Reaper added, snapping a twig in his gloved hands and making Elliot jump.

The world suddenly seemed a very messy place, and he’d been thrust in headfirst with no warning. He wasn’t quite sure what to do or say, so he just took another bite of bread.

“Now I know you probably don’t completely trust me,” Reaper continued, “and you just met me twenty or so minutes ago, but we can’t stay here very long. Benedons roam these parts, but the closer we move to Holden, the safer we are.”

Elliot definitely didn’t want to have to encounter a Benedon, a fanged, sharp-clawed creature. And there was a part that desperately wanted to trust Reaper. If he’d wanted to kill him, he could’ve. Elliot didn’t doubt that. But he hadn’t--and he’d given him food. So he had at least one good reason to trust him. But was it enough? He didn’t know who lay behind the mask. For all he knew, they were nowhere near Holden and Reaper was really leading him to his death.

He could never know.

But there was only one way to truly be sure.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go.”

“Good,” Reaper said, looking around. “Because I doubt you have a choice.” He looked back at Elliot. “Rest a while longer--you don’t yet look strong. Then we will leave.”

Elliot nodded, wondering how he was supposed to rest.

Turns out he didn’t have to think about it, for he lay back in the grass and promptly fell asleep.

He woke up some time later to see Reaper anxiously studying the sky, where the grey had grown darker. He hadn’t noticed Elliot was awake.

Slowly he sat up, rubbing the cloud from his eyes and head. Reaper looked over and saw him. “Good, you’re awake,” he said. “We should be off. If it stays clear we should make it before nightfall, but it looks like storms. Though I know a shelter if we need it.”

Elliot listened to his words in silence. When Reaper had finished he made his way to standing with an amount of effort. His legs were sore and his head began to hurt again, but he made it. Reaper nodded.

“You seem well enough to walk. You feel so?” he asked, shifting the sword scabbard around his waist.

“I-I think so,” Elliot repeated, trying to convince himself that the words were true.

“Then off we will be,” Reaper replied with a readiness to his voice that Elliot couldn’t quite match.

They began to walk east, though it was hard to tell with the clouded sky, but Reaper seemed to know the direction, which didn’t really surprise Elliot. His strength still was weak, but he managed to get in a groove to walk, heaving breaths but refusing to ask for a rest, wanting to prove he could do this.

Yeah, well, he wasn't convincing himself.

At all.

They walked in silence, Reaper still kept looking at the sky, making Elliot start to worry himself if they would get caught in the rain. They had been walking for about forty-five minutes when Elliot felt it.

A drop of wet.

At first he thought it was a bead of sweat from how hard he was pushing himself, but when he felt another, he looked up, confused. Another drop hit him right between the eyes. “Um-eh-Reaper?” he said in a quiet tone. Reaper didn’t hear him. “R-reaper?”

Reaper looked at him. “Yes?” He wouldn’t feel the rain with his hood and cloak, Elliot figured.

Elliot opened his mouth to speak, when the whole sky opened up. He was drenched in approximately twenty one seconds.

Reaper let out a frustrated huff of air, the first time Elliot saw him drop the calm facade. “Come on--there’s a place just over this next way.”

“How far?” Elliot asked, but was lost in the torrent. He followed Reaper, almost running in the rain. His cloak was soaked through, his hair dripping rain in his eyes. He could barely see ten feet ahead of him, but he could see Reaper’s scarf, and followed that blindly like a lighthouse on a ravaging sea.

He squinted, rainwater running into his eyes and his strength almost completely gone, but if Reaper promised shelter--he would push himself as much as he could to get to it and out of this rain.

Finally he saw a blur of yellow. He wiped his eyes and it focused into a small building that was just coming into view from behind a small hill. “I-is that it?” he had to pretty much shout to Reaper over the wet.

“Yes,” Reaper called back. “We will stop there.”

Elliot let out a breath of relief. Finally, he could rest. He could stop and maybe, just maybe, feel safe. Of course, that was making a rather large assumption, but one could dream, couldn’t they? If you weren’t even safe enough to dream, then you were truly cut off from your largest freedom.

Then a crack of lightning struck somewhere close and he jumped, knocked from his thoughts yet again, remembering that he was still in the middle of a storm.

The building--or whatever--was closer now, and thanks to the light from within, he could make out Reaper, the clouds completely snuffing out the natural light. It wasn’t quite nighttime yet, but it was darkening towards it.

Elliot wrapped his dripping cloak around himself, utterly miserable in the wet, feeling like a cat out here. Finally, finally, he and Reaper stepped onto the small porch of the shack, sheltered after what felt like an eternity.

Reaper threw his soaked hood back, his white-grey hair also dripping into his black mask, but he kept that on. “We may have to stay here through the night,” he told Elliot, looking out at the desolate, wet land around. “Walking around in this isn’t quite my fancy, though we are not far from Holden.”

Elliot only nodded, trying to peer through one of the windows that opened onto the porch, but there was a cloth thrown across it on the inside, blocking his view. “What is this place?” he asked Reaper.

“Think of it like an inn for us...vagabonds,” Reaper said. “But less ravish.”

“Oh.” Vagabonds? Was he considered that now? Reaper definitely fit that category, at least from the time he’d known him. But he wouldn’t have labeled himself one before, but maybe now.

“Well then,” Reaper said, wringing the end of his cloak off and dripping into small puddles on the ground, “shall we go inside?”

Elliot definitely had no idea what to expect in this ‘inn for vagabonds’, in Reaper’s terms. But he supposed he would have no idea what to expect of anything he encountered from here on out.

“I-I guess we will,” he said, swallowing and moistening his throat, ironically enough the only part that seemed dry.

Reaper opened the wooden door, and it whined on the hinges. Then he and Elliot stepped inside, out of the external terrors, and into the internal mysteries.

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au taeyong  hbbd to our beloved leader! | find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil

mark is giving you a quizzical look from over the counter, fingers tapping against the register

“taeyong? no, i haven’t seen him. doesn’t he usually disappear during the summer?

mark is right

taeyong does tend to vanish just as the weather gets warmer and there isn’t an excuse of class or work for him to make his presence known

you heard rumors about how his parents send him abroad to some kind of family owned estate, vast and beautiful and far away from the mundane place you call home

everyone is always saying he’s hiding something. that something, everyone whispers is money 

he has to be rich, no one else has the kind of luxury of having a summer long holiday to the other side of the world

but you doubt it, if his family is so loaded, taeyong wouldn’t be spending the rest of the year sitting across from you in physics 

you’re sure wealthy kids can afford something better than public schools

“actually......”

you look up and mark takes of the uniform hat he’s supposed to wear for his job at the local burger joint, he scratches the top of his head and then snaps his fingers

“i did see him not too long ago, maybe - on monday? he was standing next to his bike in front of the trails.”

“as in the forest trails?”

mark nods, he looks like he wants to say something else but the voice of his manager makes him scurry to the back with a final a wave

you take the medium soda you ordered, the ice melted and the cup wet under your fingertips

whats taeyong doing going to the mountains all alone?

its getting dark by the time you make your way halfway through the trail, you know mark said he saw taeyong monday and its been three days since then

but you just wanted to make sure, even though you’re here and you haven’t seen one other person through the trees 

finally you think you should turn around and go back - but you look to the side and spot a bike leaned up against a mossy, large boulder

its off the trail - so its kind of creepy - but you inch just a bit closer, close enough to see taeyongs name scribbled on the middle bar, below the seat

the clouds are slowly and surely coming in over the light blue sky, so now its just going to get dark and rain

but you think just exploring for another five or so minutes cant hurt

you push past some bushes and wander until you finally pull back some branches from a sagging old willow and see the entrance to a small, but open meadow

in the middle of it - someone is splayed out and reaching up toward the sun

“t-taeyong?”

his hand drops and turns his head, the last droplets of sunlight flicker off his skin

he doesn’t say anything for a while and neither do you

until he sits up and asks you what you’re doing off the trail

you know you can ask him the same thing, but something stops you from stringing the sentence together

instead you feel the darker clouds grow heavy in the sky and soon enough you feel the drizzle

“i just got lost’

you lie and taeyong stands up from the meadow, pointing behind you

“we should go before the storm comes all the way in.”

taeyong leads the way back to the main path, grabbing his bike as you two make way back down to the opening of the forest

you sort of fall behind him, eyes on the broad of his back 

you want to make conversation - but you dont know what to say

once you reach the end, the rain has gotten stronger and you ask taeyong if he wants you to drive him back to his place

motioning shyly to your car

he smiles, and even through the darkening weather, it seems to make his face glow

“that’s alright, thanks.”

and then he hops on his bike, his figure smaller and smaller as he rides down the road

you watch it, getting drenched in the process, but something about seeing him makes the rain feel like nothing more than morning dew

you go back to the meadow the next day, earlier - closer to noon - and taeyong is there

at first you tell yourself: stop being weird, just turn around and leave him alone. you might have had classes with him but its not like you two were even friends! hes going to think you’re crazy for showing up here again!

but something inside you refuses to let you give up

you clear your throat and call out to him

taeyong doesn’t turn his head this time, in fact he doesn’t move from where he’s flat on his back in the middle of the grass and wild flowers

panic sets over you and you rush over, knees hitting the ground as you hover over him

his eyes are closed, but the corner of his mouth twitches a bit at the small sound that you make

he’s just sleeping.

you realize, tracing the godly lines that make up his almost impossibly handsome face

he manages to look magical even like this.

“hello?”

taeyong’s eyes are open now - lazily, amber browns staring up at you curiously

you jerk your head away and feel your shoulders stiffen

what do i say? what do i do? he must think im such a freak-

“are you lost again?”

his sits up, propping himself on his elbows and looking at you innocently

“n-no! i just - i um - since i know the way now. i mean i saw your bike again. i just - um-”

the words get tangled in your mouth and so you give up and taeyong doesn’t look as annoyed or as angry as you expect

he just smiles, the same smile he gave you when you two parted ways last night

“a-are you always here?”

you blurt out, trying to compensate for your lack of an answer to his original question

taeyong nods, “i am always here.”

“everyone thinks you go abroad during the summer, b-but you’re really here right?”

its weird that you pose it like a question, so you laugh it off in hopes he wont catch on

but taeyong turns his eyes back toward the sun and falls back against the pillow of flowers

“nope, i dont go abroad. im right here.”

you look up at the sky, nothing special about it, just bright and blinding like any summer days

you wonder how he doesnt get bored just ........... laying here and looking up at it 

“people in town like it though.”

he suddenly adds and you shift so instead of sitting back on your heels, you’re laying down beside him 

its the closest you’ve ever been to him and you have half a thought he might shift away uncomfortably when your elbows brush but ..... he doesnt

“like what?”

he pauses, a long pause and you almost think he isnt going to answer as your eyes trace the wings of a butterfly that pass by

“they like that i disappear. i think they like it better when im not around.”

you sit up, confused and look at taeyong

“but people are always talking about you-”

“right, but i dont think that means they like me.”

he follows the same butterfly you were just looking at and you try to think of a counterpoint to argue

but you cant

taeyong is the most talked about person in your town, from his statue like looks to the rumors circulating about his familys wealth

but

youve heard the jealousy-induced whispers too

you cant lie and say you havent

you carefully lay back down and take a second in the silence of the forest to think

“i like you.”

you hear taeyong turn his head but you’re nervous about saying it outloud and so you can’t bring yourself to read the expression he might be making

“i dont know much about you, but .......... i think i like you. we had one class together last semester, physics and you would always help me and other people. sometimes i wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me to go get lunch but i was-”

you’re rambling, your aware so you stop

but taeyong whispers,

“but you were?”

now you turn to look at him and you’re surprised to see the usual glassy far-off look in his eyes has turned serious

“i was sc-scared? i just thought you wouldnt care to ......... hang out with me?”

you think your palms are sweating and you hide them in your pockets, taeyong is looking at you - really looking at you - for the first time ever and it stirs a feeling youre not used to in the pit of your stomach

“i would have loved to.”

his voice is faint, but there’s no one else but you and him, so you hear him clearly

you giggle, a nervous habit, and then swallow it down

“well - now i know. ill invite you when- when the summer is over.”

he turns back and closes his eyes, the sun basks down on him like the grace of a goddess 

nothing else is said. when it starts to darken, and your hungry stomach makes a noise that keeps you embarrassed

you and taeyong walk back down the trail. you offer him a ride again, but he says now and rides off with a smile

you get into this habit now, you get to the meadow - earlier and earlier - hoping one day to beat taeyong to it

but he’s always there before you

you also start bringing lunch and when you first offer half of the sandwich you’ve made to taeyong he looks too shy to take it

but on the third try, he gives in

you also..................talk a lot more with him 

and realize you were right, taeyong is as kind as you had thought him to be

and his gentleness isnt lost on you from how he helps you up from the grassy meadow when its time to go - to how he talks in a small voice to forest creatures that scamper past you two

you never thought you’d end up spending your whole summer off the trail, laying around beside lee taeyong

but not a day of it feels wasted, even though you both do ultimately nothing

one evening, as you’re walking down the trail, you both come to a stop in front of the mossy rock that taeyong’s bike should be leaned up against

except that its gone

and for the first time - due to circumstance - taeyong accepts the ride back home

the car is quiet, as are the streets that you drive through to get to his house

suddenly, without any thought you ask taeyong;

“do you sometimes go up to the meadow because you want to disappear?”

you glance at him in the rearview mirror and see hes already looking at you

“not just because you think others want you too?”

his lips thin, but his eyes don’t flatter from yours

“yes.”

you nod, shoulders tightening a little as you focus your own gaze on the road

“a-are you ok with my company?”

you make a turn and are worried by the silence that follows. taeyong’s house is coming into view and you realize he could just get out without answering you

but when you come to a stop, neither of you moves a muscle

you let your hand drop from the wheel and just as it does, taeyong catches it

his fingers are warm and his palm is soft you let out a small gasp and turn to see he still has his eyes on you

“im fine with it.”

a dust of pink comes over the bridge of his nose and spreads down onto his cheeks

“im fine disappearing with you. no one said i had to do it alone.”

that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you get around him sometimes seems to bubble and burst into a flurry storm of wings and glitter inside you

your eyes move on their own, skimming down his face to his lips in an anxious line

holding his hand is different from all those times you’d lay elbow to elbow with him

and thinking about kissing him..................is a jump over a fence higher than just the thoughts youve had about getting to know him better

you think your shoulders shake and taeyong looks like he wants to lean in 

but the lights on his porch flicker on, and he says he’ll see you tomorrow

his warmth leaves your hand, but right as he steps out of the car, you scramble over to the passengers seat

one hand on the window and you look at him

“h-how will you get to the meadow, without your bike?”

he startles, but frowns

“right,i think i can walk ther-”

“i can pick you up.”

taeyong smiles, this smile - as soft and as sweet as the rest - is just a bit more......happy.

“ok - can you come by at around nine?”

“i promise to be here.”

he hesitates and you cant believe you’re about to say this, but you do

“want to seal it with a kiss?”

he looks over his shoulder, his front door hasnt opened yet

he leans down and its a little awkward and weird, but its cute and when you break away you wave goodnight to him 

and he trips over the sidewalk as he waves back

the next day, when you two are laying back in the flowers

you turn to him

“is it ok if we re-do our kiss?”

he laughs, “i wanted to ask too, kissing through a car window is a bit-”

you dont let him finish, rolling over to take his face in your own - you feel that smile of his on your lips

when summer comes to an end and taeyong shows back up in town, everyones gossip stirs back up

where’d he go this time, franc? italy? thailand? australia?

no, the only place he went - you want to tell them - is to the forest, and to that meadow, and to the center of your heart

you slip your hand into his when he comes to greet you outside one of the classroom 

and all of the gossip dies at the tip of peoples tongues

even now all these years later

when you and taeyong want to “disappear” for a little while

there’s a secret space, just for you two

let everyone else think you’re off in some other place - some other country - some other continent

disappearing together, is way better than disappearing alone. 

[honeypirate]

Hi!! Congrats on 420 i think we should celebrate with baking while baked, friends to lovers, first kiss with oikawa? Stoner oikawa is so funny to me i can just imagine his hooded eyes and cackles of laughter and the stupidest jokes 🥰

I think this is the only one weed related lmao but thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it ❤️

Event Masterlist

Oikawa friends to lovers baking while baked first kiss. Post time skip.

Oikawa has been your best friend since the beginning of your first semester when you met him at one of his away games in your city. He wasn’t around often then, your friendship consisting of 80% texts and calls, but when he was around his personality was so infectious you couldn’t imagine not having him in your life.

So you stuck with him, made an effort to keep the friendship strong when you were apart, so on those rare occasions when you could get together, ones like tonight, it would be even more amazing.

The joint passes easily between your fingers as you sit on your fire escape with him. You were talking about your exams coming up and the way his teammate is being a complete pain in the ass.

“How long are you here for?” You ask, expecting a week or less but smiling when he said

“a few months actually. It’s the off season and I’m taking some time to get my priorities in order”

you laugh “my pro volleyball player has priorities other than volleyball huh? Like what?” You ask then take a long hit and pass it to him

“like this” he says and smiles with his eyes as he takes a hit, winking at you and making you roll your eyes with a smile.

You feel your cheeks warm as you look over the edge, your heart fluttered when he said that, the feelings for him you kept hidden seeming to rush straight back to the surface.

By the end of the joint you’re giggling and leaning against him, no cares in the world, your previous worry about him knowing your feelings were out the window, replaced by a calm mellow joyful feeling between you both.

“God it’s so cold” you say “let’s go inside, my roommate moved out yesterday and I haven’t found anyone to take their place yet”

“Oh finally!” He’s saying as he throws his legs across the window “she was horrendous!” You laugh as you watch him struggle, his legs feeling like melted butter.

“Do you need some help?” You ask giggling and he starts to laugh with you “get over here!” he says between laughs and you move to stand next to him and put your arm around him, helping him hop into your apartment.

His arms wrap around you as he gets his footing, he buries his face in your neck and you squeal as his cold nose pushes into your neck.

“stop you’re so cold!” You laugh and he chuckles into your neck “and you’re so warm” he mumbles and hugs you closer. You couldnt resist how good it felt to be standing holding him, like your tingling skin felt soothed by his warmth.

You eventually give in and hug him back, taking his warmth as you shiver “you smell so good” you mumble into his neck and he chuckles “glad you think so” he says and his breath tickles your skin.

The way he spoke sounded so soft, your heart fluttered and you gasp, taking a step back and looking up at him through heavy bloodshot eyes.

“We should make brownies” he says suddenly, smiling wider as he runs to your kitchen. “They’ll warm us up!” He’s calling back.

You stand there for just a few more moments, calming your stupid racing heart, before you join him in your kitchen.

Making brownies high was an experience that just got harder and harder as it went along.

As he gets down your kitchenaid mixer from above your fridge and for a second you thought he was going to fall over backwards, so you stranded behind him ready to catch him at any moment.

You start some chill music and that was the easiest part of the evening. Your chuckling as you reread the ingredients list for the third time since he wasn’t listening, naming them out and he pulls them from the shelves and fridge.

Reading was a struggle when your eyes felt like couldn’t see and your mouth kept forgetting the words you were trying to say leading to Oikawa yelling “spit it out!” Making both of you have a giggle fit

When he goes to crack an egg he just drops the whole thing in the batter which starts you both on a second giggle fit that can only be quelled when you start clearing your throat, suddenly feeling thirsty with a dry mouth.

The brownies and egg in the batter was forgotten about while you make iced lemonade together.

Once you got back to the batter, you struggled through until they got into the oven. Making sure to set an alarm because you would not remember like you could sober.

Somehow you ended up sitting on the floor watching the brownies bake as you shared some of the extra batter you left in the bowl. “Brownies was a good call” you say softly and he gives you his signature cocky smile “I’m full of good ideas as you know” he says, chin covered in brownie batter.

You laugh at the state he’s in, mussed hair, hooded bloodshot eyes, and brownie chin. He looked so high it was so funny to you, he started joining in your laughing, not understanding what was funny but unable to stop.

You reach up and cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin before bringing up your other hand, spoon forgotten in the bowl between you, and brush the batter from beneath his bottom lip and chin.

He gasps softly, his hands reaching for you, needing to hold you and make sure you were real and solid.

“Y/n” he whispers and grabs your knee with one hand, the other resting against your neck.

You gasp softly and look up from his lips to his eyes and feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“Oikawa, I.. I” he smiles at you softly, brushing your hair with his fingers “I think we’re too high” you whisper, but you don’t move away, you keep your hold on him and that gives him hope.

“I don’t think this is because of the drugs. I’ve felt like this long before we ever smoked together” he says and you chuckle softly, your skin tingling where he touched, your brain felt light but clear, you felt like you were as melty as the brownies looked, half baked in the oven.

“You have?” You ask and bump your nose into his “you don’t know the half of it” he admits and you gaze adoringly through glazed eyes up at him. He cups your cheek and runs his thumb across your bottom lip “can I kiss you?” You ask and he chuckles “I might die if you don’t” he whispers you smile and press your lips to his for just a moment before pulling back and saying “you’re so dramatic Tooru”

the small chuckle that leaves his lips morphed into a happy laughter that had you placing your head against his shoulder as your sounds of laughter fill your small kitchen

“Tooru I just, I always thought you’d only see me as your best friend I never thought” you say and look back into his eyes.

he laughs “you never thought I’d be smart enough to get my head out of my ass and know what’s right in front of me? Y/n we’ve been through thick and thin and you’ve been my forever constant. Give me some credit, I’m not as dumb as Iwa thinks” you chuckle again and lean forward, the ability to resist the urge gone because of the weed, and press your lips softly to his neck.

You kiss up his neck slowly, feeling him swallow hard as he sighs, a sound that had your head spinning as you kiss across his jaw, until you finally press your lips against his and his world explodes.

Your lips move together slowly, feeling extra sensitive against his, aware of every nerve ending in your body. Your hands bury in his hair, you taste brownies on his tongue and you feel fireworks across your skin as you hum in approval and lick his bottom lip.

He chuckles and meets your tongue with his own before you both tried to lead the kiss, ending up making your head spin from how good it felt.

The brownie timer goes off and you gasp, jumping back and then laughing as Oikawa turns off the timer.

“Let’s get the brownies out and then we’ll get back to business” he says with a lopsided grin as you stand making you roll your eyes again, even tho your lips were turned up in a grin and your cheeks were warmer than ever.

After he places the brownies on the cooling rack he shakes off the oven mits to the counter and raises his hands towards you wiggling his fingers.

“let’s get back to business” he says and you start to chuckle before backing away slowly “hey hey wait where are you going?” He asks and you just wink with a giggle and turn, bolting from the room, his laughter following after you just before you hear him say “oh yeah” and start to actually run after you.

He’s on your heels as you reach the living room and his hands are on you by the couch, grabbing your waist and dragging you to the floor with him as he tickles your sides.

Your giggles fill the room as you try and swat him away “okay okay! I yield!” You’re saying and he stops his movements, pulling you back into his arms as he leans his back against the the couch.

“Back to business?” You ask and he laughs, his half hooded eyes looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and if you asked he would tell you honestly that yes, you are the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen.

“Yes please” he says and cups your cheeks as you lean in, pressing your lips to his once more.

Later that evening, with your head on his chest as you watched a movie cuddled up with him and stealing kisses whenever the boring parts came up, he leaned down to your ear and whispered, his voice soft and full of hope for the future

“I know we havent talked about what this is yet, that it’s day one and I’m definitely getting ahead of myself” he kisses your temple then sighs in contentment and says

“but maybe it’s a good thing your roommate moved out. Maybe it’s a good thing there’s a place for me here.”

[hurt-comfort-prompts]

Comfortable lodging: #1

Just some writing drabbles i made. Will probably continue it. Havent figured out how to do read mores yet :/

***

As far as she could remember, her name was stardust.

That didnt mean very much at the moment, she knew. Everything before the last three months was rather blurry, and everything before the last month was not something she wanted to remember.

Stardust snorted quietly, shrinking back into the blankets as the cold air hissed into the room, fading quickly as the door closed. She heard Erin laugh softly, standing by the door as she stripped off her inner jacket and shook the last of the snow off her hair.

“Sorry, love. Weathers took a turn. Glad I got back in time.”

Stardust groaned softly, covering her nose as the last of the cold air gave it a kiss. Erin stepped over and crouched down, tugging back the blankets enough to press her lips to her forehead and brush back the loose hair the blanket didn't cover, checking for a fever.

“How are you feeling? Need anything?"

***

I managed to crack open one eye.

I studied her face again, right in my view. Her lips were pursed softly, waiting, face lined with gentle concern. When I managed to shake my head no, she nodded.

“Well let me know if that changes. Want some company?”

That would be nice. She’s been away or outside all day, and even though I’ve been sleeping for most of it, a com tucked into my hand should I need anything, it’s always safest with her here.

She gently picked me up with permission, sliding a hand under one shoulder and balancing me with the other, then settling down into my nest of pillows and leaning me against her chest.

Her shirt was red, checkered with white in a pattern of squares. It was thick and very warm, fabric well used but not thin, tiny balls of fiber scattered around on it occasionally. I found myself holding onto a loose handful, watching as my breath sent small waves through the tiniest forest of fibers I could only see from resting on it.

She gently shifted to place her arms around me, one resting and supporting mine that held her shirt, the other hand resting gently on my hair. It’s already barely a minute and my eyes are closing again. I’ve done nothing but sleep for weeks, have barely managed to ask anything beyond confirming her name, but still, I’m just so tired.

It’s a bit of a surprise when I’m still awake a moment later. When it stays like that, I tug slightly at Erin’s shirt, letting her know I was still here.

She responded by brushing her thumb over my hair near my ear, nodding once.

“Want me to tell you about my day? It’s not much, but still a few stories.”

That would be nice. My world currently was the main room of Erin’s ship, specifically the long seat that faced the fireplace. I didn't even know what planet we were on yet. Erin waited for a tapped yes and then started.

“I went out and managed to prepare the ship for the cold. Made sure none of the landing struts would freeze over. While I was out one of the locals asked for some help, some local animal had gotten stuck out in the pasture and they didn't have anyone big enough to help lift it. Popped out briefly to deal with that, although I made sure it wasn't too far out. Didn't want to leave you alone for too long.”

She breathed in once, sighing softly. “Picked up some fruits and such from the market. It’s right down the hill, you can practically see it from here. Snow started coming down pretty quickly though, so I came back fast.”

    I nodded, eyes half closed. She idly brushed at a few strands of hair, and I knew that I was slipping away. I tapped my thumb against her shirt, and heard a chuckle at my warning of departure.

She sighed and settled into the couch a little more, and I felt her nod once. “Go on, love. I’m tired too, I’ll be here a while.”