#if you mean coloring i just kinda wing it

[kelocitta]

hey, your art style's really cool, especially the way you draw slugcats and other rain world creatures. would you happen to have a tutorial anywhere? if not, would you ever consider making one?

Closest Ive really done to a tutorial is really just this short thing about slugcat fat distribution, and its not really a tutorial. I don't really know how good I'd be at making one considering my processes aren't very defined and pretty simple

Slugcat for me basically just starts with a circle for the head and I go from there. Theyre kinda just a little tube creature with fat legs. Although when I draw them 'active' i generally have them on their toes, and when at rest their foot is flat. I think keeping the tail big is also an important part of keeping the slugcat shape, you dont want it too thin.

As for the Lizards, Its a mix of the fact I didnt think the feathered look would be good in my solid shape style and the fact that their head is a hardened, protected spot. So I make their head more a distinct piece and go for more of a horned dragonic look than frilly. But honestly i just do whatever i feel like with them in the moment so theyre kinda all over the place

[lulubeanie]

Psychonauts dream.. Compton was there and hanging out with Ford :]

[arundolyn]

i don't really know how to articulate this super clearly but i really appreciate that like. kuon conceptually with the 8 floaty swords behind him could very easily have turned out like a murakumo knockoff and im impressed by how visually and stylistically distinct he is. its really nice

[justalittleficsideblog]

Can I touch your wings..?

Asking to touch / see their wings with Mammon, Lucifer, and Diavolo! i feel like these would be kinda sensitive but not rlly?

Lucifer

you had both been working in his office, you were simply trying to work through your homework without the brothers interfering (as they usually did). Your most recent subject involved the anatomy and biology of demons.

reading through the various lists of wings and their differences, you realized Lucifer's wings were a bit odd compared to the others in the textbook. most were bat or insect-like. Glancing up, you spoke.

"Hey... Lucifer, could I see your wings a minute?"

eyes immediately lifting to meet yours he grunts

"and why.. pray tell?"

fumbling over yourself you flip your textbook over to show him what you were studying. "Yours don't look anything like these! I just wanted to get a better view of them. Pleaseee, it's for my assignment."

rolling his eyes, he stood from his chair and dropped his jacket onto his desk, back facing you. in a blink, they appeared, black feathers swooshing around you.

they were enormous, gorgeous even, the pure slate colored feather tips gently drifting across the floor. you had assumed he had gorgeous angel wings, and that they looked similar to what was in front of you. which made you wonder...

reaching a hand out, your fingertips brushed the spot the wings met his back. before you knew it, he whirled in front of you, grabbing your wrist that was touching his wings.

you staggered back at his reaction, trying to pull free from his grip.

"Don't" he released you as you fell back into the chair, gaping up at him.

"luci... they're incredible! I- I didn't know they were so sensitive, my bad."

he left you to your studies, but you were completely breathless... wanting to touch them in full again.

meanwhile, as lucifer struck out of his office, his heart was erratic in his chest. the feeling of your hands gently stroking his feathers caused him to bristle, no one had ever dare to touch his wings before you...

Mammon

 Somehow you and Mammon had ended up binge watching nature documentaries as he made an offhand comment about not knowing much about humans and their animals.

So, you had picked one about flying animals and now, the narrator was explaining the different types of wings and how each fits the species and their needs perfectly.

Eyeing the male next to you, you thought about his own wings.

“hey… Mammon?” you murmured, causing his head to turn towards you as he raised an eyebrow in question. “I mean… can you show me your wings? I kinda want to compare them to what I’ve seen in the human realm.”

He shuffles awkwardly between himself, turning his head away, “the hell would’ja wanna do that for? You’ve seen them plenty.” You huffed at his reply and grabbed his shoulders, turning his face towards you. Blinking up at him, you gave your best puppy dog eyes.

He squirmed away from you, “uGH, fine! Just… turn around!”

Happily scooching back, you felt a slight breeze as his wings popped out. Glancing at them, you stared in awe as you came closer, looking over the white, bony structure connected by a thin, black membrane that seemed almost translucent the more you looked at it.

You reached out a hand, fingertips brushing along the sharp edges. You felt Mammon shiver beneath your touch, his face becoming flushed as your gentle touch. Were they sensitive? You thought, bringing your hand to wrap around where it connected into his back.

He jolted, wings disappearing as he spun around to face you, sweat starting to slick his brow as he brought up his wrist to cover his mouth. “Alright! That’s enough, you can’t just poke and prod wherever ya please!”

You laughed, short and soft as he became more and more uncomfortable beneath your gaze. Settling back down to the couch, you continued on with the show.

Unbeknownst to you, Mammon was on fire, the spot where his wings met his back was on fire from your touch. He hadn’t realized how sensitive to your touch he was… but he couldn’t say he was complaining.

Diavolo

You had been playing some games with the lord of devildom, entertaining him with games, books, and more about different folklore and fantasy that humans were interested in. He was particularly interested in one of the mini board characters, a dragon to be specific.

“Indeed, it does look rather defiant, does it not?” he asked you. Nodding in reply, you grabbed the mini figurine from him and turned it around to study it. you took particular notice of it’s wings, the hook looking incredibly similar to the ones on someone’s wings…

“Hey, Diavolo? Could I see your wings for a minute?”

Eyes widening, he tilted his head at your request, looking at how you were contemplating the tiny statue in front of you. Did you mean to compare his wings to this…. Tiny clay thing? He smiled and the next thing you knew, Diavolo was in his demon form.

He turned around and rolled his shoulders back, stretching his wingspan to it’s full length. Your mouth dropped open. Fanned out in front of you, were the largest wings you had ever seen. The muscles and membrane that stretched between the structures of all four wings were nothing but impressive. You looked at the changing colors between the membrane, noticing tiny glistening cells that made up the brunt of it.

“Holy shit…” you murmured. To be honest, his wings very well could have been the inspiration of dragons. They looked incredibly strong… you reached out a hand instinctively to touch the …horn? On the top of his wing.

Diavolo laughed at your expression of awe and desire to touch his wings. No one had ever been bold enough to try and touch them, even Barbatos knew better than to brush past them. But you… were so delicate and curious about them. He assumed you thought they were the stuff of legends.

“Are they to your liking?” he flapped his wings, causing a gust of wind to overtake you. Blinking up at him you responded, “They are… something out of a fairytale, Dia. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so…” you were at a loss for words, extending your hand towards the middle of his back, your fingertips brushing along his wingspan.

In a blink, he was towering over you, his wings cocooning you closer to him as you braced your hands against his chest.

“Oh! I- uh… I’m sorry,” you squirmed, backing into his wings. He laughed, transforming back to his casual clothes from before in a blink. He enjoyed teasing you, but you couldn’t ignore the glint in his eyes the way he turned towards you after you touched his skin.

“Well… shall we continue where we left off?” Diavolo gestured to the games laid out in front of him. You nodded, a bit spaced out by the whole ordeal.

“Dia, I have to admit, your wings are magnificent.” Glancing down back towards your book, you laughed as you plunged back onto the couch.

Unaware of his gaze, Diavolo felt an immense pride at the idea of you admiring him. He didn’t consider himself insecure by any means, but he felt his chest flutter at your words… and your touch, he felt his blood scream when you had touched them.

“Well you know… you can see my wings anytime you like.”

[sunnie-writes]

cupid's chokehold.

pairing: jax x cupid!gn!reader

tags & tropes: fluff, shameless flirting, fell first/fell harder

summary: you were absolutely confused because of two things: one, you got transported to a random dimension and became a totally different person, gaining the title of a cupid, and two, you had fallen in love at first sight with the most sarcastic purple rabbit man ever. well, at least you didn't felt like complaining on the second part.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA... anyways, hiiiii:3 i got a new fandom added to my brain, injected it into my veins and now i am addicted. so, this funky little guy didn't actually catch my attention at first but then i watched some edits and was like "HMMMMMM i mean yeah sure" and then i decided to check tumblr, stumbled on a fic of him and went "OH. OH." yk?? anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this bc i wrote it instead of sleeping and i have to wake up early tomorrow el oh el!!1!1!1!1

warnings?: kissing, suggestive(?) i mean it's just neck biting but idk........

first of all, you don't know how the hell you are... here, nor why you've been stuck in this place for two weeks already.

it's a colorful world, saturated to the maximum amount possible. you know, the type to burn your eyes if you stare at a specific spot for too long. it also looked like some kind of fever dream, with all the toys scattered and the way different people? characters? looked like.

not like you can say much, you have heart shaped pupils and you're wearing something that looks like an ancient greece tunic. also, sandals. you have these big feathered white wings that are a pinkish hue at the tip of every single feather. you tried pulling one out to see if it was actually real, resulting in a yelp from your mouth. it kinda hurts.

and that reaction caused a chuckle to come from someone who has your eyes dedicated to just admiring them.

frankly speaking, if you went back and told your past self that by putting those weird vr headset glasses on you would be signing up to falling for a tall and lanky purple rabbit with a yellow smile, you would probably just chuckle and still do it, but with even more determination than before. eh, what can you say? you've always been attracted to the weirdest characters anyways.

but this... this was real, he was real and he was talking to other real weird animated people. ragatha rambled next to you about... honestly, you didn't even know, too busy watching from afar a certain rabbit. this was the start to possibly one of your most frustrating crushes ever.

"[name]? are you okay? you seem more distracted today?" she worriedly asked, putting her hand on your shoulder, "you shouldn't think too much about trying to find an exit if that's what you're thinking about, you might get abs-"

"huh? no, i wasn't thinking about that!" you quickly hurried to give an explanation, trying to dismiss that idea from her, but your eyes darted again to the overall wearing guy and she followed your gaze.

she slowly moved her head back at you after seeing what you were so... distracted about. a smirk broke in her face.

"oooh, little [nickname] has a cruuush?" ragatha teased you.

"wha- no- that's not-" before you could continue, your flushed cheeks got even more red as you saw him approaching. you immediately shut your mouth and just looked at the floor, trying to quickly hide your face

"sup', what are you two gossiping about today?" jax spoke in a mocking, sultry tone that had melting down a drain... not literally though.

"oh, nothing. you know, just the usual!" ragatha quickly tried to hide that topic from him, trying to distract or something. play it cool!

"uh-huh, and why is little cupid over here heating up like a preheated oven?" you almost choked on spit before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and slightly flushed cheeks.

"none of your business, jax, don't bring your teasing and mocking over to [name]!"

"aww, why not?" jax dropped his hand on your shoulder, "say, little cupid, i heard doll face over here mentioning a crush, who do ya' have the hots for?"

your mind instantly went to answer "you" internally z meanwhile, your lips just answered in an almost quiet sound.

"i'm not telling you."

"huh, and why is that?" he leaned in close, and suddenly you felt absurdly claustrophobic.

he looks so... absurdly attractive with that smirk. you wish you could wipe it off of his face.

"because..." it doesn't take too long to come up with an excuse, you're an overthinker who is always prepared for this kind of situation, "you would mock me for it, and i don't feel like getting bullied by a purple beanpole."

"gasp, you wound me with your hateful words!" he dramatically posed, meanwhile ragatha chuckled in the background. "how can a cupid, made of pure love, be this mean?"

you just lightly punched him in the arm at that.

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night time seemed like a blur to you in this world. sleep? never heard of that.

it's been a month already and your crush hasn't faltered. instead, it got bigger each day, but to be fair, it was impossible for it to not grow. jax decided that, for some reason, he liked teasing you a bit too much since he found out you might have a crush on someone.

playful flirting seemed to be his favorite to use on you, since you just tried your best to not show how it actually affected you. honestly, you felt like some kind of cliche teenager movie where you're about to write his name on a notebook with hearts all around it.

and that felt too cheesy, even for a cupid.

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oh my stars, he wishes it's him.

you know, at first when you arrived at the digital circus, jax paid no mind to you. i mean, yeah, you were probably the cutest person in this digital purgatory, but he didn't think that he could fall for anyone in here, this isn't some weird sitcom episode. but it was starting to get difficult to not let him lose himself in a romantic trance when you were around.

he wonders if you used anything on him that could've possibly made him slowly fall for you, hard.

in the second week, he began noticing things about you. for example, you laughed at his jokes and sarcastic personality, got irritated for his pranks but never screamed at him, just shrugging it off like normally, you didn't even care when he stole something from your room.

it was mind breaking to just try and see what could get a reaction out of you towards him. until it was revealed that you had a crush on someone in that place.

jax isn't dumb, he already caught you looking at him from afar just to fastly change your gaze and get flustered, how your hands trembled when you were near him, heart eyes expanding when he talked to you. so, just to test if his theory was real, he decided to leave a subtle flirt for you. and that was checkmate.

he thought at first that it was weird, that maybe he could just play with you a little bit and entertain your little crush on him. but then, the spell turned against him. you flirted back once, and that made him feel awfully fuzzy minded. now, he was the one staring at you from afar sometimes.

that wasn't in his plans, falling for you even harder than you fell for him wasn't supposed to happen. yet, it did anyway.

and now the realization dawned on him that, at some point, he's going to have to either confess or simply hide that for forever, since that's the time they're gonna be stuck in the same dimension together. how fun, isn't it?

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your feet took you outside of the tent, as everybody was now sleeping comfortably in their own rooms. well, at least you thought they were. stepping onto the grass and breathing in some fresh air, you looked up, waved at the sun and the moon, who smiled back at you contently. then you finally sat down and layed on the saturated green ground, looking up at the fake stars.

you sighed heavily, trying to distract your worried mind that screamed about wanting to get out and at the same time never wanting to leave. it was downright confusing, and left you with pent up energy that made your brain go 100/mph.

you heard footsteps behind you, looking up just to meet with a yellow smile and cartoonish eyes. you immediately gulped as his smirk grew.

"heyyy little cupid, what are you doing here so late?" he questioned you with a lower tone of voice before sitting down by your side. you immediately sat up too.

"just... thinking about some stuff." not losing any chance, you tried to start a conversation. "what about you?"

"meh, just bored and couldn't sleep." jax then looked at you in the eyes. "what could you possibly be thinking about?"

"ah, you know... just the usual!" you tried to quickly change topics, you didn't feel like traumadumping on anyone today nor did you feel like telling him that he's the reason you didn't abstract yet.

"and, does the usual involve your secret little crush?"

your breathe hitches, "why are you so curious about who i like?"

"i just am, it's interesting to see your reactions when i mention them." he leaned down, holding his head with his hand as he still stared at you. "why don't you tell me who it is? i'm starting to get the wrong idea that it's me since you refuse to speak about the mystery person to me."

you think you just felt your heart stop. your eyes go wide and you can feel the heat coursing through your body, blood rushing and flushing your cheeks. you know what? okay then, since there is no escape from this situation, might as well finish the night with a bang before you leave to sleep.

"that's... not the wrong idea at all." you confessed, watching as his eyes went wide in a millisecond.

"what." he spoke before sitting up and grabbing your shoulders. "you're not fucking with me, are ya?"

you shook your head while embarrassingly looking to the floor, feeling frustration pooling in your head.

"no, i'm not. i like you jax, i like your stupid pranks, your stupid jokes, your mischievous smile, your ey-" you were cut off by lips meeting with yours.

as your current situation settled in your mind, you got yourself comfortable and closes your eyes, lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer before you two fell back again, you under him. your stomach was doing backflips, breaking down at the feeling of being reciprocated.

when you finally broke apart, your heart eyes were absurdly big, staring at him while you panted for air. he chuckled at your face, giving a big smile while himself was actually melting at finally having you in his arms. jax laid his head on between your neck and your shoulder. you petted his head, until you felt something.

he was biting your neck, leaving love bites and hickeys behind.

first of all, you didn't even knew if he could open his mouth, but apparently he could (?). you couldn't think much of it, too busy holding back an embarrassing whimper. you held his head and tried not to close your legs around his waist as he continued to bite.

he pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"well, look what a mess i've done, darlin'. how do ya' feel?"

you couldn't even answer, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by his hand on your waist, the knee resting between your legs and your mind slowly losing it's control. instead of an answer, you just pulled him down for another kiss.

yeah, you probably were enjoying that, but jax? ha! in his mind, he was melting down a drain, patting himself in the back for the idea of deciding to take a night walk and accidentally seeing you. he grinned into the french kiss, feeling absurdly high at the moment.

he wasn't sure how everyone would react to you finally being his, not that he cared about their opinion, but he thinks if would be funny to see their faces. he can't wait for it to happen, but now it's not time to think about that.

it's time for him to think on how to calm his rapidly beating heart that might give you the hint that he loves you way more than you love him.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAA i finished writing this only the next day, sorry if it's too short btw!! i know it missed a lot and should have more things but it was rlly rushed bc i want to write more of him <\33 but yeah, thank you for reading sunshine!!

[cannibalhellhound]

Wings AU character bits

Hi this is me trying to get a grip on writing again and getting the characters while also adding the wing bits.

Ice Harpy Eagle

Likes having long nails (harpy eagles have fuckin huge talons), keeps them shaped and neatly painted if he's in the mood when on leave

Likes to keep his nest cool and clean (comfy but practical)

Tall nesting! He always claims the top bunk! 

His childhood bedroom had one of those tall beds with a desk under them because he kept piling stuff up to sleep atop of them and it could fit multiple people 

Sad because Navy bunk beds are small :(

Strong as fuck (he's smaller than Sli but can bench press almost as much) (harpy eagles grab animals as big as them like sloths and carry them) (can carry others while flying if needed just not for lengthy flights)

Very keen eyesight so sunglasses for light sensitivity (maybe reading glasses for near sight focus? I like him with glasses)

Very good hearing (don't shit talk near him he'll definitely hear it)

Hair moves very slightly, similar to feathers (kinda like their facial disk and feather crest) 

*Baby feathers are almost all white with some light gray. They molt usually once a year (sometimes twice) and it takes 5 years to get the adult coloring 

Ice's stayed in a middle coloring and he got insecure. His mom suggested matching his hair and that's how the frosted tips came to exist :D

He's a provider by nature but his little sisters have made him very nurturing and affectionate too (Slider knows this firsthand and thinks it's hilarious how fussy Ice can get)(the others learn with time but first baby goose)

Leaves feathers around the house (perfectly placed thank you very much)

Slider Bearded Vulture

Lämmergeier means “Lamb vulture” (wrong because they don't prey on sheep but shhhhh).  Slider calls Maverick “Little lamb” as a joke because he loves annoying him and wants to eat him up

CAN ACTUALLY EAT BONES!!! (Bone soup is a thing!) Will chew on them till it's painful to watch and will take anyone's bones off their plates to pick the marrow off them

The bone dropping shows a lot in him just throwing stuff. He does it. A LOT.

He also likes to have a tennis ball around to fidget dropping it and catching it when it bounces

Has an actual nest bed. The mattress is on the harder side but it has a shit ton of blankets and pillows (to the point you can't feel the mattress)

There are old feathers around the nest tucked in between pillows (don't tell Ice!!) ⁠(⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠)

Very involved into the life of the ones he loves (helpful, affectionate, etc) (this includes parenting looks at baby goose)

His feathers only dye red when visiting his family or on vacation with family because they frequent iron rich waters (his mom loves her red feathers and looking at her baby look like her makes her teary eyed)

Maverick Peregrine Falcon

Very lightweight!!!

He's beauty, he's grace, he'll dive down and kick you in the face (literally, peregrine falcons kill prey by punching them with their closed talons when dividing)

Very keen reflexes (both at ground and on air), will grab anything you throw at him even if distracted

Very! Good! At courting!!!! (Looking at the beginning bar scene)

Small but comfy nest. Very soft and also bunk bed! is perfect

Has a favorite blanket that he will ALWAYS take everywhere, even on deployment 

Cracking his head fuckin open more than once as a kid because he's a menace and small and tried to dive from places he climbed (not his best idea)

crying because he's so small he can't carry goose after the accident and can just grab at him until they get rescued

Now this would be for trans! Mav

To everyone's surprise Mav is as big as he can get (Female birds of prey are bigger than males= bigger wingspan, human height is genetic so for avians is a bit mixed)

Wings don't allow binding (for obvious reasons) but kinesiology tape exists! 

He already used KTape before joining the navy and top surgery so he's used to just strutting around shirtless (we stan a short confident king! It's honestly so freeing to tape and be shirtless I might just leave him pre surgery for next fanart pieces)

Goose Emden Goose

Literally a Mother Goose™

Has learned to deal with Maverick and not only does he not get surprised by his antics, he can predict them and is already prepared for them (aka get ready to scoop tiny ass Mav if he gets in trouble or hurts himself)

The good part is that it has made him baby proof. He can deal with a child he's been dealing with Mav!

Terrified. Absolutely terrified. Because his beautiful baby gosling is as much a little shit as his wife and best friend. If his wings weren't already white they'd for sure be by now ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I need to think more about Mav and Goose but that involves looking for Peregrine Falcon and Geese facts

Edit to take out the divider because I don't like it

[weebsinstash]

So like, in the finale there's that shot where the Vees are in Val's section in the Vee Tower, and there's VERY OBVIOUSLY AN OLD PHOTO OF VOX AND ALASTOR

and obviously i have some thoughts and ideas about that BUT I was listening to the song again and I couldn't help but have my eyes drawn to the top left corner... zooom... enhance.... rotate...

VALENTINO SELF PORTRAIT SPOTTED? Because even though I think that's Vox's handwriting, I definitely don't think it's his art, because we've already seen his art and uh, yeah it's definitely not on this level of detail

kinda just sitting here now thinking about... you go up to Val's office at the studio to drop off something someone else asked you to deliver, but he's not there, so you set it down on his desk and can't help but find your eyes drawn to a notebook sitting on a side table with a bunch of pencils next to it and... you can't help but take a peek... and it's surprising how many different drawings are in there and you find it actually pretty impressive, but as you keep flipping the pages, it's like "OH, a drawing of me! That's... kinda weird but it looks so nice! And another of me! And... another... and another... and another... and why do these all have so much detail..."

You basically catch him with the equivalent of Miles Morales' sketchbook full of Gwen and OF COURSE when you close it to turn around and leave, OF COURSE he's behind you and he's SO EMBARRASSED because oh my GOD, you can't just look in an artist's sketchbook without asking?! That's private! He's just, red in the face, flustered, frazzled, squeaking, shouting at you asking what you think you're doing. I just picture you try to calm him down, "I didn't mean to look but your sketches are really good! I'm sorry, I got curious 🥺 I promise it won't happen again" and he's crossing his arms and his antenna are twitching and he's just pouting and grumbling, "just don't fucking do it again" and you avoid being maimed because, aw you complimented him he loves that ❤️

that awkward moment when you open a random sketchbook full of drawings and it turns out to be full of like straight up fucking FILTH, of YOU. Like maybe you're doing PA stuff in Vee Tower and Vox lost a journal full of contact info for something and you're poking around in Val's tower helping look for it because, well, Vox asked you for help! It's kind of an honor! This guy's an Overlord and you got the go ahead to poke around his house to help him look for something! So you're glancing at papers and finally picking up The Sketchbook, and... it's everything from just doodles of you chilling just sitting doing normal shit like being on your phone or asleep in the limo, to potential outfit ideas like DETAILED CUSTOM outfit ideas with TWO different sets of handwriting in the margins, to just straight up PORN. Sketches of you in bondage, tied up, gagged, in spreader bars, on your knees with your mouth gaping open with painfully familiar pink cursive handwriting in a speech bubble where 'you' are begging to taste the viewer, mouth open, tongue hanging out with a trail of spit connecting both of your lips--

AND THE BOOK IS SNATCHED OUT OF YOUR HANDS AS YOU SPIN AROUND TO SEE VALENTINO and he's all but like INFLATED with embarrassment, fur bunching up, antenna flailing, at a loss for words as he looks between you and his sketchbook like he is CAUGHT IN 4K. He would probably completelt deflect and try to act like you snooping is the bigger deal meanwhile you're like "hey dude was that like a full color fully shaded drawing of me in a custom coat that matches your wings and we're making out--" and you wind up having to just scurry away as he becomes incoherently angry and flustered and maybe even threatening you if you don't get out of his room RIGHT FUCKING NOW--

The next time you go to work your shift serving him drinks, he's shoving an outfit at you that you recognize from the sketchbook, a new uniform, and you can't help but notice Velvette looking you over as you serve the Vees drinks, almost as if she's admiring her handiwork...

[skyenish]

Twst mlp AU | thoughts behind the designs

I made Leona an earth pony with a thicker build. Hes a square with sharp angles! Hes one of the first drawings I made for this ‘series’ so its a bit lackluster, but I wanted him to be nice and hairy. I gave him a more lion-like tail, and some jewelry from his culture. His ears are nicked and he has long, slightly tangled hair. He also has a lot of hair around his neck becuase he’s a lion! I gave him a color scheme vaguely resembling a lion as well. Also nice and hairy legs, i love to draw those on horses. His cutie mark is three claw marks over clouds of dust. There are multiple different meanings to this cutie mark.

Vil covers up his cutie mark for personal reasons, but its a spotlight shining behidn some curtains. I tried to give him a more ‘feminine’ look while also keeping sharper angles. I love his color scheme, and i made him a unicorn because I thought it fit perfectly. I considered making him an earth pony to really show how he works hard for everything and doesn’t take shortcuts, but in the end unicorn won. I might change it later though! I had to give him some elegant white spots too, because aesthetically it just clicked in my head. He has a purple bow and has his unique hair accessory in his bun. I gave him longer eyelashes, and instead of making his hair a blonde-purple gradient I made some locks purple.

Jamil!!! He’s one of my favorite designs. I know the obvious choice seems to make him a unicorn, but HEAR ME OUT ON PEGASUS JAMIL! It adds a lot of symbolism and extra layers I think, it’s very tragic. Plus, he looks pretty with wings. I gave him darker and greyer colors to portray his darker and jaded nature, and it’s a nice contrast to Kalim’s design. I tried to vaguely design him off of Arabian horses but it didn’t come through very well. Did you know that MLP has a race of horses called ‘Saddle Arabians’? I didnt and i think its absolutely hilarious. Jamil is also supposed to have bags attached to the thing around his waist, but I’m too lazy to draw them.. His cutie mark is an eye with the world as its pupil, and a snake curling behind it. I put a lot of thought into his cutie mark and I’m really happy with what I came up with! To me it has 4 different meanings! I kinda want to redraw Jamil because he looks so small compared to the others!

Kalim is a unicorn for even more delicious angst. His whole family is unicorns. He’d much rather be a pegasus, but at least he has the magic carpet! Jamil thinks it’s bullshit that Kalim can use magic AND can fly. I made Kalim’s colors more vibrant and yellow and lively. He wears lots of jewlery, has tattoos and is my favorite design of these four! He also took me the longest. His cutiemark is a sun or a coin with gems on it, and it has wings. This too has multiple meanings. I think in the Scalding Sands culture the snake jewelry was something the sorcerer of the sands, an alicorn, wore around his horn. Maybe the original was a magical artifact? Well, Kalim, and other people from the scalding sands, wear fakes to honor the sorcerer. Anyways, I made Kalim slightly hairier then Jamil to show how he’s softer and wilder.

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I’d love to do more with this AU, because my mind is already full with so many cool ideas! Thanks for reading my rambles and have a nice day :)

[ghostieyanyan]

Twisted Wonderland Demon Au

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw

Octavinelle, Scarabia

Pomefiore, Ignihyde

~{Diasomnia}~

NRC Staff

This is part 4!!!

More Thoughts!!!

Some demons have multiby horns or wings or tails. (The more you have the more powerful you are).

Most demons, have black schlareas.

Horns placesment have a special meaning, horns pointing up means the person is up strong and confident. Horns pointing down means the person mainly keeps to themselves.

I chose silver to be an angel, as a “he kinda doesn’t fit with the rest of the demons but he’s part of diasomnia, highly trained and super strong, so people will be wise to leave him alone. Or mainly dont mean harm to him”

Are there fea in this world? I dont know lol. If there is, malleus, Lilia, and sebek will just have some fea blood in them to make them more powerful but if there isn’t, then ya. I haven’t decided yet hehe

Lilia’s horns were really hard. Do i give him new horns or make his hair pieces into horns (i tried that, it looked weird.. it was like un-lilia lilia! No, his hair fluff stays!!) also he’s one of those demons that have multiple horns (i might draw him with them owo)

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Hair color in

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Just lineart

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Eyes color

The black to white eyes looked off so i added color to see if that help, idk if it did

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Also for those who are wondering, im not stopping here~ hehe~

[auteurdelabre]

Code Broken (Part 3/5) mean!Joel x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni

summary: "And I wanna give it to you," Joel says huskily. "Wanna give you everything. But no more trying to stop me. No more pretending like you don't want this. 'cuz we both see how much you do."

You only wanted to pull a silly prank on your neighbor, Joel. Who could have seen it ending up like this?

[AU where Joel Miller ends up in Jackson City by himself.]

warnings/tags:  voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, Extremely dubious consent, unprotected p in v, fingering, coercion (kinda), Joel is bad at feelings, Mean Joel, Dirty Talk, infidelity,  nicknames (pretty eyes)

word count:  9.1k

a/n: Y'all, this whole series is pretty depraved (from my perspective) and much darker than my normal stuff. I wanted it as a challenge and I had a lot of fun doing the series, there's 5 parts so I hope you enjoy it. Comments and the like really make my day. xx

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The chill of early December has settled over Jackson city in a way that feels cozy despite the cool temperature. It’s the time of year when colorful lights are strung, homes blanketed in snow looking like something out of an old postcard.

The Tipsy Bison is packed when you arrive. It usually is in the colder months when the days feel more oppressive and darker for longer. It boasts a humble catalogue of booze, dart boards and circular tables to play cards at or just relax.  You shrug off your coat as you join Trish and your new friend Markus at one of the tables

Trish is talking to him about her wedding being moved to August. She's been talking nonstop about it and you don't blame her. In this new world there's so little to be overjoyed about. Markus listens with interest, expressing surprise that she wants to postpone the wedding. 

"I always wanted a summer wedding," she says blushing prettily. "And I figure why rush?" 

Markus is new to the colony. Dark hair and light eyes and the slightest New England accent. He works in the Jackson city stables, a confident rider who used to work on his family's farm. 

He fell into your friend group the same way you had all those years ago: Trish taking you under her wing. You and Markus are both shy, both not quite sure what to say to one another when Trish isn't around. She's the glue that holds your group together. 

Right now she's regaling you both with an amusing story about one of the kids at the school she teaches.  

You dart a glance at Markus, amused to see the affection he's shooting at Trish from behind his beer glass. It's obvious he has a crush on her and you don't blame him. She's funny and sweet and caring. There's a reason you care so deeply for her. 

You should be listening to your friend but instead your eyes are across the crowded room fixed on a figure you've come to recognize as both your punishment and pleasure: Joel Miller. 

Only he isn't alone. Hasn't been for over month now. Now at his side sits a statuesque woman laughing lightly with Tommy who sits opposite she and Joel.  

Her name is Tess. She came to Jackson City a month and a half ago. You'd heard about everything from Trish who had been in the when she walked through the doors of Jackson city. 

She's a beautiful woman in her late forties with wide blue eyes, a kind smile and the kind of rough mannerisms that were to be expected for anyone who'd lived in a QZ long enough. 

She is smiling at something Joel is saying to Tommy, her focus on the drink in front of her. You watch with a twist in your stomach as she squeezes Joel's arm with casual affection. 

Joel doesn't pull away. He actually shoots Tess a shy smile that makes your breath hitch. 

You watch as Tess and Tommy start chatting, Joel's focus not with them. As if he senses your gaze on him Joel's gaze swims in your direction. Your own eyes have sharply darted away, back to the still talking Trish. 

You haven't told anyone what happened with you and Joel. Not even her. Sometimes the guilt of that silence consumes you, but you're able to justify it. It's not like it's a relationship, it's not like it's anything other than two isolated incidents. 

Markus offers to get the drinks and before either of you can stop him he's started loping over to the bar, moving past Joel and Tess. You and Trish watch him move and your friend watches as Tess and Joel exchange a smile. 

"I still can't believe that grumpy bastard has a girlfriend," Trish whispers with a grin in your direction.  

Neither can you. 

Apparently Tess and Joel had known each other back in their old QZ, had travelled together and separated after a raid had gone sour which ended with her wanting to partner with the fireflies and Joel wanting to find Tommy. 

"They look so natural together though," Trish reflects. "It's nice they have each other."

You hate the twisting that starts in your stomach at that. Hate the jealousy that threatens to spill into every part of you. 

Joel isn't yours and you aren't his by any stretch of the imagination. Two clandestine meetings that both ended with you sleeping alone afterwards. The second had made living next to Joel bearable though. 

You no longer hide in your home paranoid he would be outside the same time as you. No longer terrified if you both attended movie night. But that didn't mean you were comfortable with him. It didn't mean anything more than a polite nod if you met eyes in public. 

"Have you spoken with her yet?" Trish asks with a curiosity that's clear across her freckled face. "Tess?" 

You have. 

Quite by accident when she came into the textile room asking if her jeans could be patched. You were the only one there at the time and she had been so unassuming in her green flannel and nervous glance in your direction that you had smiled brightly and assured her you could. 

You took the jeans from her, bringing them over to an open table full of old fabric. She followed you there and asked if she could wait while you fixed up her jeans. 

"Of course."

You'd nodded, your eyes going to the sewing supplies. She was obviously new to the community, still amazed at everything she came upon. 

"You look familiar. You're on Rancher Street, right?" At your nod a small smile spread across her features. "I thought so."

It wasn't until she sat down and introduced herself as "Tess your new neighbor" that the shoe had dropped. 

Suddenly the green plaid she wore seemed more vivid in your mind as you realized: it was Joel's. 

The conversation had grown stilted after that. You weren't sure how to comprehend that you were talking to the woman who captured the heart of the enigma next door. Weren't sure why this ugly jealousy was running through your veins when you had no claim on him yourself. 

She'd been friendly talking about her time in the QZ. She'd mentioned Joel and must have noticed the way you bristled because she'd leaned forward with an earnest look on face.

"I know Joel can be a bit . . . temperamental," she'd offered. "But I promise under all that he's a teddy bear."

You'd had to hold in a scoff at that. She'd left not even five minutes later with the jeans in hand. 

Tess moved into Joel's place next to yours. She tries to invite you over for drinks at least once a week and you come up with feeble excuses every time. 

You don't want to see it. Don't want to witness Joel and this woman who makes him soft and sweet. You don't want to sit in the same house he fucked your mouth and pretend like he's a stranger to you.

He is a stranger of course, but in a different sort of way. 

Sometimes you hear them having sex. Not as often as you would have assumed. It's never obnoxious, never over the top. Just for them, no one else. But if their window is open you can hear it, the low moans and the rhythmic creak of the bed. 

"Here we are."

You gratefully accept the beers pushed towards you and Trish by Markus, your brows rising when Trish shakes her head and looks up at Markus bashfully. 

"I tried to tell you when you went up, only water for me."

There is a pause and then realization hits you, almost knocking the wind from you when Trish flashes you a bright smile. 

"Congrats," you croak before coming around the table to embrace her. "When?"

"June." Trish looks down at her still flat belly. "

You feel as if your world is growing unsteady. Not the Trish wouldn't make the most fantastic parent, and not that her fiancé Cliff wouldn't make an amazing father. It's more the selfish realization that your friend will be a mother. The frightening realization that her focus will be elsewhere, on her new family. 

The thing that it always made you feel close to Trish was the feeling that you were each other's family. Knowing that this one no longer be the case makes your stomach ache. 

You feel left behind as you look around the bar to see happy couples, partners. Joel and Tess are sailing into your view as you make this assessment, their shoulders pressing against one another. 

"I just hope the dress still fits after I give birth," Trish laughs. You grin with a roll of your eyes knowing that even if she didn't you'd fix it for her without question.

Markus is nursing his beer bottle looking unusually down in the mouth. You make a mental note to talk to him about it. You'd assumed how he felt about Trish was a harmless crush. But seeing his face now you wonder how deep his affection lies.

"How about some darts ---" Trish is offering but you're shaking your head and pulling on your jacket.  

"I'm sorry, normally I would but I'm so tired," you lie, trying to sound casual. "How about tomorrow night you guys come to mine and we celebrate properly? Trish, bring Cliff. He needs to be properly congratulated too!"

Trish and Markus are enthusiastic about this plan and you agree that tomorrow evening will be a blast. You move through the crowded bar, your eyes fixed on the door which is starting to wave and warp as tears start flooding your eyes. 

You make it outside, the sound of the bar dimming behind you as the door closes. You move to the far side of the building, leaning against it. You're thankful for the hour and the darkness. The streets are empty and the snowy ground muffles your soft cries. 

The tears arrive, slipping down your face and freezing in the chill of the night. You take a moment to breathe; the crisp air flooding your lungs when you hear the door opening, letting the bar sounds escape before closing again. You quickly wipe at your face, hoping it's not someone you know who's just exited. 

"You okay?"

Joel Miller walks slowly towards you. He's wearing a dark tan jacket with his hands thrust into the pockets. 

He looks good, impossibly good, and for some reason that makes you absolutely furious. You cross your arms over your chest, hoping you don't look as pathetic as you feel. Joel keeps walking towards you, his boots crunching over the snow as he approaches. 

"You looked like you were crying back there," Joel says, nonplussed by your silent vitriol. "Were you?"

"Why pretend like you care? We both know you can barely stand me," you manage to choke out, sniffling loudly and looking at your boots. 

Joel stills and frowns hard at you. "How d'ya figure that?"

You pull your jacket hood up, your breath freezing in the air in front of you.  

"Oh I dunno, just every interaction we've ever had . . . " 

You trail off, your palms raised helplessly. 

He's standing there waiting for you to explain further. His hair is tousled by the wind, making him appear more boyish and less intimidating. You suppose this and your irritation is what prompts your honesty. 

"You know the first time we ever spoke I told you that you played the guitar well. Asked you if it was Fleetwood Mac, remember?" Your eyes angrily search his. "And you've been a bastard to me ever since." 

For the first time since you've met him, Joel Miller looks unsure of himself. His eyes crane away from you a beat before returning.

"I don't like playin' in front of people," Joel finally explains in a quiet rasp. "Didn't know you'd heard me." 

You stare at him in shock because Joel Miller seems embarrassed. For some reason you can't imagine Joel feeling anything other than powerful. Not just because of his broad shoulders and strong legs. But because of that quiet confidence he carries with him like a shadow. 

Embolden by this unexpected show of vulnerability by Joel you continue, taking a step towards him.  

"What about the movies?"

"The movies?"

Joel looks perplexed by your inquiry, his eyes drifting as he recalls the incident and then nodding when he understands your reference motioning back towards the bar. 

"It was packed. You and that friend of yours needed seats together."

His answer is brief and to the point, just like him. But you're not satisfied at all with this explanation, your mind flying back to all those months ago, the night you'd felt so offended. Something is niggling at the back of your mind. 

"But you were so mad," you prod.

He exhales lightly and you wonder if you've offended him. He speaks slowly, evenly, his eyes drifting over your face. 

"Do you remember what you were wearing that night?"

This wasn't the answer you'd expected and your brain staggers to re frame. You frown, trying to think back to that night.

 "No."

"Dress," Joel states simply. "Yellow with little flowers. You could see your tits through the fabric, hard nipples 'n all."

You think back to that evening and recall it had been a hot summer night. The dress had been one of your favorites, handmade with fabric brought into town. The top was tight and you'd decided a bra was unnecessary. 

But why would Joel be upset by that? You watch as Joel inhales sharply at the memory, the fingers of his right hand twitching at his side. He can see the question in your eyes and continues. 

"You kept bumping into me, your skin all smooth." You watch Joel swallow, his lean neck bobbing. "I couldn't stay there beside you the whole movie. Not when you looked like that. Not when all I could think about was fucking you." 

The words send a stab of pleasurable lightning down your core. Without thinking you let out the softest sigh at the sensation. 

"I was mad at myself for wantin' you so bad. Wanted to punish you for makin’ me want you."

“That’s horrible.”

“I told you that night, I’m not a good man.”

Something in Joel's eyes darkens and he takes a step towards you. You know that if he touches you its game over. 

"I should go," you blurt, moving backwards. Your boots crunch over the snow as you retreat. "Hope you and Tess have a good night."

The energy shifts immediately and Joel's eyes go back to that cool, guarded look that you recognize so well. He gives a sharp nod before moving back to the bar. 

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The next morning you decide to see if you can get a few extra supplies for tonight. Just a small jug of wine and perhaps a few slices of meat and cheese for a food platter. 

You're out the door, thinking about what to say to Markus when a husky female voice reaches out to you.

"Hey there, any chance you have any peas? The commissary is out and I really wanna make pea soup."

You pause wrapping the scarf around your neck at the sound of her voice. Tess is at the fence separating your properties wearing jeans and a dark green jacket. 

She looks strangely vulnerable standing there looking expectantly at you. Instinctively you want to ignore her or lie. But you know that's unfair, that she's done nothing wrong. 

"I do, actually. Come inside" 

Hours later in bed you wondered why you had asked her in, been so ready to invite a complete stranger into your home. You think it must be because of Trish and the baby. You know your one true friend will be taken from you, busy with her new life. 

Maybe you'd been hoping to make a new friend, a new relationship. Maybe you feared being lonely. Maybe you wanted some pathetic connection with Joel. 

Whatever the reason had been, Tess gratefully accepts, following you into your house. 

"I have some leeks too," you offer after passing her the can of peas from your cupboard. "Might be nice in the soup." 

Tess watches you carefully, as if she still isn't used to this ready kindness. She extends her hand, plucking the shoots from your outstretched hand.

She raises the bundle to her nose, inhaling deeply, a grin cracking over her face at this.

"Fuck, I used to hate vegetables when I was a kid. Mom had to force me to eat 'em." She gives a serene smile, looking at the green shoots in her hand with affection. "Now? Holding these? Can't remember the last time I've seen something so beautiful."

You nod, thinking back to your first week at Jackson city and knowing exactly what she meant. Shocked at the small luxuries. 

"It's how I felt about the movie nights," you mused. "And the popcorn."

"Almost feels normal," she replies with that same small smile. "Almost."

She leaves with your supplies a few moments later after unsuccessfully trying to convince you to come over to their place for dinner. 

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Trish is laughing, tilting her forehead into Cliff's shoulder as she throws her card hand down onto the table. 

"I'm out."

You've been at your place for hours drinking and playing cards. You hope it's enough to make up for your rapid escape the other night.

"I'm never winning a hand," Cliff days, his cheeks are pink from the booze and the laughter. "Y'all are cheats."

Markus is watching you all from behind his glass, frowning slightly when you turn up the cards in the center of the table.

You give a loud crow of excitement as you realize you've won the hand. You fist pump the air. 

"Fuck," Markus spits, throwing down his cards with a scowl. 

You joyfully pull the lentils you're using as currency towards you into a messy little pile.  

Trish tries to hide her yawn behind her wrist but you catch it and raise an amused eyebrow. 

"Not even the second trimester and I'm already exhausted," she says. "Scared to think what the third trimester will bring."

"Time to get you home," Cliff growls into Trish's neck, his hands skimming over Trish's body as she squeals. 

"Cliff!"

You watch Markus shove his chair back and exit the table, murmuring about the bathroom.  

You and the couple across from you stand, the evening drawing to an obvious close. 

"Thanks for having us," Cliff says with a slur. "Better take advantage. After the baby gets here I don't know if we'll be leaving the house often."

He and Trish exchange warm smiles but you feel like you've swallowed a stone. The couple pulls on their jackets, Cliff swaying drunkenly. 

"I meant to ask, is Tess nice?" Trish's asks, jerking her head in the direction of the house next door. 

"Yeah," you shrug nodding. "A bit shy, maybe."

You don't expand on that, and Trish is so busy making sure Cliff doesn't topple over that she doesn't ask more. 

"See you at the movie," Trish says pressing her lips to your cheek. "I think they're playing a western."

You wave at them as they make their way out your front door into the cold, dark night. 

Curious at the lack of Markus' presence, you go through your home, travelling up to your bedroom when the other spaces prove empty. 

You're surprised when you find Markus in your room, one hand in his jeans pocket, the other trailing over some of your books on the shelves. He turns when he hears the floorboards creak. 

"Sorry I just had to.... I needed some space," Markus explains with a stammer. "I'll go ---"

"its fine," you assure him with a wave of your hand. "You want another beer?"

Markus shakes his head looking miserable. You step further into the bedroom, your eyes following his form as he goes back to your books. 

"You okay?" You venture softly. "You seemed off tonight."

"I just..." Markus shrugs. He doesn't continue and he doesn't have to. You know why he's upset. 

"I know," you finish for him, not wanting to embarrass him, you step towards him. "I have a similar... Issue."

Markus turns, looking at you with surprise. His cheeks are pink with embarrassment. "Really?"

"Yeah." You nod sharply. "And he's with someone too, someone great, so I get it."

"I just ... want her so badly," Markus forces the words from his mouth. You can tell he's both relieved and humiliated at sharing this with you. 

You feel such sympathy for him that you can't help but reach out a tender hand to his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Markus. I know how badly it hurts. Trust me."

His light eyes jump to your face in shock at the contact. Without warning he launches his face towards you. He kisses you needful, his teeth clacking against yours as he moves his mouth to yours. 

You pull back in shock, your eyes blown wide. Markus does the same, regret etched over his features. He swears before throwing himself into the chair in front of your window. He looks absolutely devastated.

"I'm so sorry," he says rubbing at his face. "That was so --"

"It's fine," you insist though you're not quite sure what to do. Markus is perfectly fine and perfectly attractive. But his kisses, his touch mean nothing. 

No, not nothing. They feel like a betrayal. 

As if your thoughts are spoken out loud, a light in the house across from you flicks on, illuminating the narrow upper window. 

Your eyes are on Markus' face, but you can see out of your peripherals that is Joel. He's in the bathroom, looking like he's about to brush his teeth. 

He's not yours. There is no betrayal.

Joel doesn't see you, but just the knowledge that he's there, so close, makes your body tingle. 

"More than fine," you finally murmur from above Markus. 

His light eyes shine up at you. "Really?"

Never breaking eye contact you hook your fingers into your jeans and bring sure m them down your legs. They pool at your feet and you step out of them. 

You secretly hope Joel is watching you as you put in this little show. A vindictive thread is going through you.  

Fuck Joel Miller.

You let you palm slide downwards under the band of your panties until you're cupping your sex. It's perfunctory and quick but that's how you want it. 

You give a sensual smirk in Markus direction. 

"Really."

At this you slip a finger inside your cunt, not surprised to find you're already soaked. You slide a finger over your aching clit and shudder at the pleasure that goes through you. 

Markus grunts as his fingers hurriedly go to the fly of his jeans. You remove your hand from your panties as Markus pulls down his jeans and boxers. His cock springs out, pulsing and warm when you trace a finger along the tip, coating it with your slick. 

He lets out a small groan as you do this and you smile as he pulls you by the waist towards him. He's impatient, quick and needy. You let him because it feels good, because his desire for you makes you feel less alone. 

Your eyes subtly venture over to Joel's house. You didn't even mean to do it, your gaze is just drawn there. You expect darkness and still in the night. 

You're not prepared to see Joel standing there framed in the narrow window, but he is. He's turned off the light, so he's barely visible. If not for the brightness of the moon you might not have caught him. 

A jolt goes through you at the sight of him facing you, his dark eyes glittering in the shadows. 

The windows in your bedroom are tall, stopping at Markus' waist. You know Joel can see almost everything.

You want him to see everything. 

You don't make any indication you've seen him, but his presence is the sole reason you bend, taking the tip of Markus' cock in your mouth and licking. It's pure spite for all the times you've had to sit there and hear Joel fuck Tess. You hope he's watching another man start to fuck your mouth. You hope it makes him jealous. 

You continue bobbing your head, sucking Markus underwhelming cock until his head jerks back at the sensation and he lets out a small, strangled noise. He's close - very close. You move back to a stand, viewing Markus' slack jaw as he pants up at you. 

"Keep going?" He asks in a beg. 

You hide a smirk and shake your head gently. A flick of your eyes confirms Joel is still there, hidden in the shadows so you urge Markus' hands to the bottom of your shirt.

Markus is a quick learner, moving the fabric up your body and pulling it off you as his cock grinds against your inner thigh. The bra is discarded to the ground along with your panties and you stand there naked in front of two sets of eyes. 

'Fuck, you're pretty," Markus murmurs as his hand goes to cup your breast, the other snaking between your thighs. "And so wet."

Not for you.

A flash of movement catches your eye and without turning your head you realize it's the face of Joel's watch catching the moonlight. You can't see everything, but you recognize the jerky motions of his wrist. 

He's stroking his cock and watching you. 

A new surge of arousal goes through you at that. You go to the table beside your bed and pull out a condom, passing it to Markus. He moves with shaky hands, rolling it over his cock before you quickly clamor onto Markus' lap. 

With a determined look in Joel's direction you sink onto Markus' cock and give a theatrical sigh, your mouth parting.

Markus makes a small whinnying in the back of his throat and you wish you could silence him for the rest of this experience.  

A wave of guilt goes through you at that thought. You're using him. 

The guilt lasts until Markus thrusts up into you causing your body to jolt. You grip his shoulders, looking down at him. His eyes are shut tightly and there's no doubt in your mind that he's using you just as well.

You don't tell him you're doing the same. That when he begins to fuck you in earnest and your eyes fall shut that is Joel Miller your thinking of. 

But when your eyes crack open it's Joel Miller you see, staring out at you. He's moved to be framed in the moonlight and you can see his hand is moving hurriedly over the head of his cock. 

He's getting off to Markus fucking you. 

You know it's wrong to enjoy that, but it doesn't stop the thrill that goes through you as you bounce up and down on Markus lap. 

"Fuck you feel good."

Markus is grunting into your sternum, his hips grinding to a halt. Despite his need he's trying to prolong this. But you don't want that, you want to match Joel's tempo which is fast and getting faster. 

"Faster," you urge, swivelling your hips and Markus immediately acquiesces. His hips jerk up into you, thrusting as his hands move to grip your hips. 

Your own palms balance against the glass pane of your large bedroom window, cool under your touch. You begin bouncing on Markus lap with gusto, your eyes jumping to see Joel moving more into the center of the window.

He wants you to see him. You can see he's breathing raggedly as he pumps himself, one hand balanced on the window frame. He's watching you, unblinking as if he's worried he'll miss something. 

"Faster," you command Markus in a breathy coo as you watch Joel pumping his cock, fucking his hand at a blinding pace. You breasts are bouncing harshly, your thighs trembling. 

"So good," you groan now, but it's to Joel whose lips are parted slowly, his eyes barely open. 

"I'm gonna come," you whimper, your hips grinding down on an enthusiastic Markus cock. You wonder if Joel can read your lips through the glass.

Joel nods in the window at you, his hand pumping his cock. He's murmuring something but you obviously can't hear with the window and distance between your homes. 

"I'm gonna come for you," you wail, you eyes fixed on Joel's face. His eyes are half closed and his mouth is slack. 

And while it's Markus who releases himself within you, it's Joel who you watch spilling himself over his knuckles and groaning silently behind the window. 

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It’s a week later when Tess finally corners you, demanding you come over for a drink. You’ve put her off so often, so long that it feels your only answer can be what you give her: a feeble yes.

You follow her into Joel’s home, trying to pretend you don’t recognize the chipped paint or guitar beside the fireplace. That the art on the wall is fascinating and you need to be led to the table. 

There’s noise in the kitchen and you realize with a sinking terror that Joel is home.

"Can you grab an extra glass?" Tess calls over her shoulder as you take a seat at the table. She shoots you a cheerful look followed by a wink. "Finally convinced our neighbor to have a drink with us."

There is the sound of a glass falling and smashing onto the floor from the kitchen and Tess looks towards the noise. Joel steps out with two mismatched tumblers looking stormy. 

"One slipped," he explains passing Tess the glasses. "'S'okay though, I don't really feel like a drink."

"Since when?" Tess says giving his arm a playful bump with her shoulder. He gives her a ghost of a smile. "C'mon Joel. Try n’ be social."

Joel gives a small nod, following her to the table where you sit trying in vain to look anywhere but his face. He takes the seat across from you, his large hands folded on the table as if he's about to interrogate you. This later proves to be ironic as Tess is the one peppering you with questions.

Where did you live originally? Are you with someone? What do you do for work? For fun?

You feel overwhelmed sitting there, your fingers trailing down the side of your whiskey tumbler. 

Chicago. Single. Textiles. Reading. 

Your answers are brief and spoken in a soft mutter. 

"Just you here?" Tess prods. "No family?"

You don't enjoy talking about yourself or the life you had before. You think of the grainy photograph in the album you keep. Your throat feels tight. 

"What do you read?"

This is the first question Joel has asked you, the first thing he's said that doesn't sound dragged from him. Habitually your eyes go to the speaker, moving from Tess ' s face to Joel's. He's studying you, that much is obvious. 

"Anything I can get my hands on," you answer truthfully. "Austen, Steinbeck, Bradbury ---"

"You have some Bradbury don't you, Joel?" Tess interrupts looking at Joel. "I thought I saw some when I was cleaning."

"Yup, Austen too." Joel nods and his dark eyes capture yours once more. "You can borrow 'em if you want."

You shake your head. "I don't want to bother you with -"

"Isn't a bother if I'm offering," Joel says flatly. He talks in a way that makes you feel uncertain of his mood. Is he irritated? Amused? It's hard to tell when you refuse to look in his eyes. Tess brushes a piece of lint from his shoulder and Joel flashes her a ghost of a smile. You wonder what they must have seen in their time together to have Joel of all people so domestic.

"Sure," you nod. "I'd like that."

"Lemme check upstairs," Joel says. "I might have a few packed away."

At this he stands and leaves you and Tess. You wait until the creak of his footsteps is overhead upstairs before you look back at Tess.

"See, he's not an asshole all the time," Tess says smiling over her glass. You smile back shyly. 

"What's his deal?" You try to act unaffected, as if her reply doesn't really matter. "Until you, I don't think I'd ever seen him smile before."

Tess looks uncertain of if she should share. She doesn't know you at all and by the looks of it to her, neither does Joel. 

"Joel's seen a lot," she finally answers. You nod, knowing that's the best you'll get and perhaps that's for the best.

She doesn't tell you more, but you already know. You've seen the photo in Joel's room. You've seen the haunted look in his eyes. But you don't want to ask more because learning more about Joel, caring about him, seems like a bad idea. It makes things harder. 

"It's nice to see him happy," you offer without thinking. You surprise yourself with that. 

You hear your name being called from upstairs. 

"Sounds like he found those books," Tess smiles. "I gotta pop out to grab some stuff for dinner. If you're still here when I get back you should stay and eat with us."

You give a noncommittal noise in reply. She exits just as you go to the staircase, looking up nervously. You know what and who waits for you there. 

Don't be so pathetic.

You're at the top of the stairs within seconds, carried by trembling legs. Joel's in the doorframe of the second bedroom, his shoulders almost as wide as the door.

He glances over at you at your approach, his hands full of paperbacks. A cursory look tells you there are some gems in there. 

"Got those books for you," Joel murmurs. 

You nod, thinking of how strange it feels to actually be having a genuine conversation with him. Your mind draws a blank on what to say to him next. 

"Tess went to get some stuff for dinner," you finally offer, desperate to fill the silence between you.

Joel doesn't reply to this and you wonder if he heard you or is purposefully ignoring what you said. You come towards him with your hand outstretched for the books. 

"Thanks very much," you say, feeling as if your breath is stuck in your chest. "I'll get them back to you soon."

"No rush."

As you reach out your hand your eyes drift over to the bathroom door, your heart skipping a beat. Memories of Joel's frantically stroking hand over his cock assault you.

Joel seems to notice where your gaze has travelled because he straightens his spine, his dark eyes darting to your face. 

You aren't ready for the way his strong body presses you against the wall, pinning you there with his hips. The books fall from your hands and thud onto the wood floor below. Your hands are on his chest, holding him back.

"What are you doing?"

He doesn't reply with words. Instead his hands are fumbling with the buttons of your jeans. 

"No," you say, even as your eyes fall shut. Joel's mouth is trailing open mouthed kisses up your neck. 

"Yes."

You hold in a shuddering moan at his rasping singular word, sharp and huffed hot in your ear. 

You have the passing thought that this is almost the very spot he fucked your mouth. The very spot he changed you. 

But now this is the home he shares with Tess. Tess who has been nothing but kind to you. Tess who makes him smile. 

Your opened jeans are being pushed down and he's pressing his mouth to your neck, his tongue slipping out over your pulse point to taste you.

His wide palm is slipping down under the band of your panties. You know he's working quickly because neither of you know how long until Tess gets back. 

"Joel ---"

You let out a sharp whimper as one of his fingers breaches you, slipping over your clit and curling inside. Your hands go to his shoulders, gripping him there for balance. 

You can feel him watching you, his dark eyes fixed on your face as he feels how wet you already are. 

"We have to stop" you say in a sigh, even as his finger slides in and out of your dripping cunt. Joel moves his mouth to your neck as his fingers tease and slide. His hip is grinding against your thigh. 

"Can't."

He's added a second finger, stretching you. You bite his clothed shoulder, the pleasure making you feel boneless. 

Joel groans, his thumb curving around your clit and you see stars.

Stop it. Stop this.

"Joel," you gasp, your hand going to claw at his wrist. "You need to stop."

But he can't stop; he's so intent, so desperate. His shoulder dips and his fingers are curling, coaxing those desperate moans from you. His thumb taps your clit, circling and tapping again when he sees your quiver after the first. 

"I need to hear it," he repeats, his mouth pressing wet kisses to your jaw. "I need to hear you."

You want to ask him why. Why this crazy frenzy? Why can't he be content to having Tess and leaving you alone? He has everything and you have nothing. Why does he need more? 

You know why he's doing this. The show you put on for him in the window. The way he'd come after watching you get fucked by another man. A man who wasn't Joel. 

"We can't do this," you say, but it's for nothing. 

"You'll let that boy fuck you but not me?" Joel growls. Your entire back is arched and you're riding his hand shamelessly. You're eyes are half open, watching him wet his lower lip with his tongue. 

"We can't do this," you repeat. 

"We are," Joel grunts. 

You whimper as the orgasm slowly starts to approach. Your thighs begun to tremble, trapping his palm there as you ride his hand. 

"Look at me," Joel demands through shallow breaths. Your eyes are trying to focus on his face, on the parted mouth and lust-filled eyes. 

Lust you don't deserve. Lust you've taken.

Guilt overtakes you. You shake your head, trying to extricate yourself from his grip. Your jeans are still around your knees, stopping you from moving from him smoothly. 

"Let me go," you whisper, thinking he's understood as he withdraws his fingers. Instead he's using them to pull your panties down and release himself from his jeans. 

You see his hardened cock spring free, beautiful and sun kissed in color. The tip is rosy and straining towards you. You've seen it before, tasted it, but you know he has no intention of using your mouth right now. Joel looks down at his cock as his hand comes to hold it.

"Look what you do to me." 

You watch as with one wide hand he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, moving the tip to graze along your slit. Your brows knit together in painful pleasure. 

"It's wrong," you insist, slamming your eyes shut as you think of Tess. You shouldn't be allowing Joel to box you in against the wall. Shouldn't tremor in anticipation as he takes his cock in hand again and drags the weeping head against the seam of your cunt. 

"Just the tip," Joel murmurs against your ear. He's so convicting, so sweet as he suggests it. As if he's not asking for much. "Just a little bit. See how it feels."

You shake your head weakly. "We can't."

"Mhmm we can,"' he croons softly. 

Even as you sigh soft words of denial, your cunt leaks at the thought of him sheathing himself within you. His cock is gliding along the lips of your cunt, pressing up slightly. 

"We shouldn't."

"Just a little," Joel assures as the tip of him breaches you, twitching. You inhale sharply, the bulbous head of his cock stopping just barely past your entrance. 

Joel is watching you, moving his face back to see your reaction. When he sees the way your eyes are shuttering he smiles before pulling back out slowly. 

If you stop right now you think there is a chance you can salvage this moment. That you can live with the guilt because you stopped it from progressing too far.

But then Joel shuffles forward, pinning you to the wall tightly. It makes you breathless, tilting your head back in order to catch your breath. 

As you do this Joel is slotting himself between your thighs and you feel the head of his cock breaching you once more. 

"That's enough," you pant, trying to shake him from you. "You said just the t---"

"A little bit more," Joel reasons and you cry out as he slides into your cunt another inch before he stops, his forehead pressed against yours. "F-fuck. So good."

"No more, Joel," you beg in a whisper, even as your hips begin to shift for him. "We can't."

"Just a little longer," Joel tells you as he withdraws. 

Your hands are on his shoulders hoping to push him away, but there's no power in your limbs. Then he's inching himself in further, whispering against your temple when you try to close your legs. 

"Shhh shhh, just a little more. You can't expect me to stop when it feels this fucking good." He lets a soft groan out against your jaw when he pushes into you again. 

He slowly fucks you like this, braced between Joel and the wall in the home he shares with his girlfriend. He groans lowly in his throat each time he pulls out and then with aching slowness inches his way back inside you. He does this over and over until you are both shaking with need.  

You're too weak to stop this pleasured dance, you can't stop taking him inch by inch. You need him to be the one who stops you from yourself. 

“Please,” you beg.

"You can take it," Joel tells you in a soothing tone, brushing the hair out of your eyes.  He watches you grit your teeth, your eyebrows saddling as he drags his cock from your cunt. As you struggle in silence, his hips snap up, jolting you and you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. 

"Fucking knew it," Joel groans against your throat. "Knew you were fucking m-made to take my cock."

You want to stop. 

No, that's not accurate. 

You want to it to stop feeling so fucking good. 

He's pushing himself deeper into you and you scramble to find purchase.

"S-stop, Joel."

He stills inside you and he presses his forehead to yours before he withdraws sharply. 

"You really want me to stop?" he pants, his gaze locked on yours, as he waits for a response. "Tell me, pretty eyes."

Even as he says this he grinds himself in your inner thigh, leaving a smear.

You know he'll stop if you say so. He’ll be furious but he’ll stop.

Your palms are on his chest, but instead of pushing, you're winding your fingers in the flannel and holding because you feel empty, so painfully empty without him inside you. Your eyes meet his, blazing. 

"Don't stop."

A smile blooms over his normally stoic features and with an aching slowness he slips back into your cunt, moving deeply as you cry out, your arms wrapping around his neck and your hips thrusting against his.

"Oh that's my good--- Good fucking girl," Joel slurs slowly, languidly, drunk on your cunt. He bottoms out within you at an achingly slow pace, his forehead pressing against yours. 

My good girl.

His good girl. 

You feel pathetic for preening at the thought. Especially when you know it's not true. 

"That's my good--- girl taking me," Joel whispers against your mouth without actually kissing you. "Mmm -- Fuck. This ain't gonna be a onetime thing, baby. Not when you feel this good." 

You feel your nipples tighten at the acknowledgement that this won't be the last time he fucks you. Thoughts of fucking him all over Jackson city cause your hips to stutter. 

But then the guilt is back, etched in your features.

"Joel," you whisper even as your thighs part to better accommodate his cock. "Joel, we gotta stop."

He shakes his head. He urges your head down until your eyes go to where your bodies join.

"Look how good you are, for me" Joel whispers, forcing your gaze between your bodies. "Just look, baby."

With a small moan you watch him pull himself out of you completely, his thick cock soaked. It twitches eagerly, his lower abdomen taut before slipping back into you. 

"Keep watching," Joel encourages softly groaning when he withdraws again. He does this a few times, murmuring praise and filth as he encourages you to watch him. He pulls out of you gleaming with your slick coating him. 

"You see how much you want it?"

Joel has you clinging to him, your hips already shuffling to him, missing him inside you. He lets you press until the head is inside you, grazing your clit. 

"Uh huh," you whimper. 

"But you need it deeper, don't you?" Joel murmurs, bobbing his tip along the seam of your cunt. "You want me to stretch that pretty pussy wide."

You nod because you no longer have words.

"And I wanna give it to you," Joel says, the tip of his cock still teasing your clit by grazing it. "Wanna give you everything. But no more trying to stop me. No more pretending like you don't want this. 'cuz we both see how much you do."

You nod breathless, your eyes fixed on his. His voice is light but his eyes are intense. His cock is still curving against the lips of your cunt, grinding there. 

"You open your legs for me and you take all of my cock. You come for me," he says this all with the blunt focus of a man who knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it. "Then you get down on your knees and swallow my come while I fuck your mouth. Understood?" 

"Yes, Joel."

There's no hesitation in your voice, only desperate compliance. 

"You're gonna take everything I give you? You're gonna be good for me?"

"Yes, Joel."

It's all he wanted to hear. He smirks sedately widely before he shifts and positions himself at your entrance. He presses your right thigh back against the wall, opening you up lewdly. You're making small begging sounds as he lines himself up. He watches you without blinking before sliding up into your sex, his pelvis slamming into yours as he does. He's bottoming out, and because you're so fucking wet there is no resistance. And now, fully surrendered you relax and welcome him deep.

It's perfection. A blissful fullness that makes you moan long and low as your clit pulses. 

"Better than I imagined," he groans in your hair as he begins to thrust. "H-- fuck. Fuck, I knew it would feel good but .. f- Fuck this cunt is perfect."

You want to cry out that it's his cock that's perfect, but all you can do is feel. He's so thick and he fills you so perfectly. Joel is murmuring in your ear. 

"Fucked that boy in the window to make me jealous. But I know it was me you were thinking of. Wasn't it?" 

You nod, your body bouncing against his. He braces you. 

"He didn't make you wet like I do." 

"Nuh uh," you mumble, unable to sound articulate when Joel is fucking you like this. 

"Because this cunt is mine," Joel tells you plainly. "She was meant for my cock. Only my cock."

Your hips stutter when he says that, your abdomen quivering at his possessiveness. 

"You like that," Joel marvels and his hips increase in tempo. "You like hearing that she's mine."

"Joel," you whine both in need and in embarrassment. 

"It's okay pretty eyes," Joel chuckles. "It's okay."

You can't help but let out a sharp moan, covered in its infancy by Joel's wide hand because at that very moment the door swings open downstairs and Tess's voice reaches you both. 

"Joel, you still home?" 

Fear consumes you and you go to pull away from him but he keeps you still, cock warm and twitching within you. Your heart is clamoring at this, terrified at his reaction, horrified that you'll be caught. 

You consider your next moves. Will he help you escape out the window? Will he pretend he really was just giving you the books? Will you have to walk by Tess knowing her boyfriend was just inside you? 

But Joel doesn't seem as concerned as you. You realize belatedly that Joel doesn't seem to care about this turn of events at all. In fact it's the opposite. His pupils have blown wide and his hips stutter. 

"Be down in a minute," he calls gruffly, but his eyes are on you as he does. "Just finishing something up."

You try to pull away, but that only seems to excite him. He leans forward until his mouth is grazing your earlobe. 

"She's gonna hear you," Joel warns, his lips grazing against your cheek as his hips start to increase in tempo. "Gotta keep quiet."

Is he seriously considering fucking you against the wall when Tess is here? 

"She's right downstairs," you whisper barely audible. 

"Then you better be quiet," Joel orders softly. He's already started thrusting shallowly again. "Show me how quiet you can be, pretty eyes."

"I-- I can't . . ."

Without ceremony Joel thrusts back deeply into you deep, sealing his hand over your mouth. It's a good thing he does because you don't know you'd be able to be quiet. Not when his cock feels so good, not when his free hand slips between your bodies and his fingers find your clit. 

"Shhhh," Joel reminds you as your eyes roll back and the sounds from your throat explode into his palm. 

You're trying to keep calm, but the way he's playing with your clit as he fucks you against the wall is too much. Everything feels too much. 

"Don't pretend you don't love this," Joel whispers against your temple. "You mouth lies but your cunt doesn't." 

You hate the truth in what he says. That fucking Joel while Tess is downstairs oblivious makes you so turned on its hard to see straight. You want the illicit thrill of being caught to sicken you, not turn you on.

He moves his hand from your mouth, sliding it down until his wide palm is gripping your throat to hold you in place while he thrusts. 

"Taking me so ... Mmmm ... so well."

His eyes rove from your face to where you join and back again. The sight of holding you by the throat as he fucks you is turning him on, you can see that in the darkening of his eyes. 

"I'm scared," you reason quietly even as you guide his cock to your center after he withdraws. "What if someone ---"

"Don't care," Joel grunts as he thrusts up in earnest squeezing your throat as he thrusts. "Don't care if someone catches us. Need to fuck you."

You believe him. And yet you both remain as quiet as possible, your ears still straining to hear the sound of Tess cooking downstairs. 

"Come for me," Joel tells you, immune to the concept of fear. "I want you drownin' my cock."

"I can't," you whine so softly you're not sure he heard. "It's too much."

There is a small creak of floorboards underfoot and you stiffen. 

When Joel stills you feel a mixture of relief and overwhelming disappointment. You think this is when you both come to your senses. 

But Joel withdraws just so he can cup your sex possessively with one broad hand, the other still curled around your throat.  

"This is mine," he rasps lowly against the shell of your ear. "She gets wet for me when I say and she comes for me when I tell her to."

Fuck if that didn't go straight to your pussy. His tall frame looms above you, his dark eyes boring into you. He's still dressed above the waist and for some reason that makes him feel so much more intimidating. 

He waits, his brows raised until you manage a weak nod. 

His fingers begin at your clit again, teasing and coaxing. It feels so good you're having trouble remembering to be quiet, so you bite your lower lip to stop yourself. 

"There she is," Joel grins. His cock slides up into you again and it takes everything in your power not to faint against the wall. He feels so fucking good.

"See how good things can be when you just let go?"

You nod, your hands lacing behind his neck. And suddenly you can't stop kissing his cheek, the corner of his mouth. Deep appreciation for the perfect way he fucks you overwhelms you.  

"You never have to worry," Joel assures you in a tone of soft honey, his lips pressing against your cheek. "I'll always make sure you come, pretty eyes."

"I know," you breathe against his jaw. "I wanna come for you, Joel."

"Course you do," Joel muses.

"I wanna make you feel good."

Joel whispers a sigh in your ear. "This perfect pussy makes me feel so fucking good."

"I wanna make you come, Joel."

His dimpled smile flashes at you. "Yeah?"

"Tell me how," you beg in a broken whisper. "I wanna know how to make you come the way you like."

"Fuck," Joel groans lowly, his eyes shuttering. His free hand covers your mouth again because you start whimpering again. 

You think he might remain silent because he starts to pump into you, reddened cock sliding out to graze your clit and then slamming back deeply into you.

"After you come then you're gonna get on your knees for me," Joel is gasping softly against your temple. "Just like that first time... I'm gonna fuck--- gonna fuck that sweet mouth."

"Yes," you whisper under his palm, your eyes glazed with lust. 

"And you're gonna take it," Joel's forehead is dotted with sweat. "You're gonna take it all. Because it's yours.. and when I come down your throat you're gonna thank me for it. You're gonna sit there like a good girl on your knees and thank me."

You're nodding like you're able to listen attentively, even as your brows knit together when his cock slams into you.

"Then you're gonna unlock that bedroom window so I can come and fuck you properly whenever I need to."

When your eyes crack open in surprise at this suggestion you see Joel's face is unguarded, his eyes shut and his head tilted back as he fucks you. It's that sight that causes you to come harshly. 

"Oh perfect -- so fucking good," Joel whispers praises in the shell of your ear as you come. "I can feel that.. So good. My good fucking girl knows whose cock to come on."

He follows immediately, launching his face in the crook of your neck as he releases himself within you. He empties himself into you, pulsing and thick and this shocks you. You give a shuddering breath before pushing him back from you harshly. The motion sends him back a step, his softening cock sliding from you. 

"What have you done?" you choke out in a whisper, horrified.  

It hits Joel belatedly, the realization that not only has he cheated on Tess but that he also didn't use a condom. His dark eyes widen and blink rapidly. 

"Fuck I-."

You don't listen to what he says next. Instead you scramble to pull up your panties and jeans, ignoring the sensation of Joel's seed running down your inner thighs. Terrified tears morph into shameful ones as Joel tucks himself away.

You want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do something that releases this terror and shame from your body. 

What the fuck have you done, the pair of you?

Instead you move to the window, throwing it open and crawling out without a backwards glance at him. You can only pray that Tess is too busy cooking to hear as you bound from Joel's roof to your own. 

You throw the window to your bedroom open, pulling yourself over the sill with a grunt. Feeling dazed you go into the tub and shower, scrubbing at your flesh until it's raw and red. 

Only after you feel your entire body has been scrubbed clean with the antibacterial soap from the commissary do you pull on fresh nightclothes. Despite your thorough washing it's like you can still smell him on your skin. 

You go to the window of your bedroom and see the blinds in Joel's home have been drawn. Before you crawl into bed and collapse into tears you stare at the quiet home across from you.

Then you lock your window. 

[toxicanonymity]

Halloween anon did mean the latest gif set you reblogged lol. Your writing is so immersive! 🚬💚

Helping stepdad!Joel with his tie

500 / stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Halloween Anon asked: The gif set of Pedro doing his tie makes me think of like stepdad! Joel or DBF!Joel dressing up as the devil or a vampire for Halloween and it gets hot. I needed to tell someone that. / gif from @pedgito / dbf version here

The last time you saw Joel in something other than joggers and a t-shirt was  Halloween.  You came over to ride with your Mom and Joel to a family friend’s Halloween party an hour away.  Your mom wasn’t really dressed up but had an angel halo and wings.  You were in a short, red, bat-print dress and fishnets.  You already sent him a snapchat earlier to which he sent a snap of his hand resting against an obvious bulge in his joggers with the caption,  “Jesus, you really need to wear that?” 

 “Joel, we’re gonna be late!” your Mom called upstairs, then asked you “Would you go see what’s taking him so long?” Meanwhile, your Mom went to take the dog for a walk. 

-

You went up to their bedroom and saw Joel concentrating really hard trying to do his tie in the mirror.  Poor guy probably wears a tie less than once per year. You slinked up and hugged him from behind.    His shirt was stretched over his pecs.

“What are you doin’ in here?” he asked and shrugged you off, looking nervously at the door. 

“She’s walking the dog.  Told me to check on you. Can I help?” 

“No. Still don’t know why the hell you’re wearin’ that, either.”   You wrapped your arms around him again and watched in the mirror as he continued to struggle with the  tie.  He either didn’t want to shrug you off again or was concentrating too hard to care.  

You ran your hand up his stomach then grabbed a pec, and you watched in the mirror as a tent grew in his pants.   

“Can I help with that?”  You slid your other hand lower, but when you got to his belt, he turned around and said. “The tie.  Fine.  You can help with the tie.”  

You took one side of the tie in each hand and pulled him into you.  He looked straight up at the ceiling, getting his head out of the way.  You pressed your nose against his neck and inhaled his balmy aftershave, dragging your nose a few inches.  You felt something hard against your dress. 

“Let’s get on with it,” he said, glancing toward the door again. 

“You’re telling me,” you said. 

“With the tie.  Just finish the damn tie.” 

You finished the tie quite easily.  You started to flip the collar down then said “I kinda like it up.” 

“I look like a vampire with it up,” he replied.  You kind of liked the idea of secretly coordinating with him – you covered in bats, he as a vampire, same color scheme.

You pressed yourself up against him for a hug and he indulged you for a moment.  He inhaled your hair and ran his hand down the back of your dress, grabbing a handful of ass. The hard shape swelled against your dress and made you throb.    

The front door opened downstairs and your Mom was back with the dog. “ALL READY UP THERE?” she screamed.  

“Yep! All good,” you yelled back.  

He put down his collar and grabbed his devil horns which were actually pretty well done  You looked down at his pants and he rolled his eyes and adjusted himself before going downstairs.   

“You sure you need to wear that?” he murmured again on your way downstairs.  

[okkalo]

blue lock boys doing your makeup trend

characters: rin, yukimiya, shidou, isagi, chigiri

warnings: shidou 😟😟, cuss words

rin

- he’s trying.

- his focused face makes him look like he knows what he’s doing.

- he doesn’t.

- if you record he is literally glaring at the camera the whole time.

- names products by how they look. meaning u will NOT get the actual name out of him. (he knows blush and mascara though!!)

- “this is the brown liquid” (ur getting there!!)

- skips the primer.

- if u have multiple foundation colors he gets so confused why one doesn’t match 💀

- “the hell is this?” THE FACE HE MAKES TOO??

- puts on too much blush and just stares in wonder of what he did wrong.

- that or he applies the blush as lipstick

- he applies your lipstick (or i guess blush) weird?? makes you pucker your lips to do it LOL

- forces you to do your eyeliner and mascara because he doesn’t want to hurt you </3

- probably mumbles under his breath the whole time about how stuff isn’t working how it should

- giggle at him and he will give you a look and just leave.

- the finished look was a 6/10

isagi

- he’s trying but nicer.

- i can see him having no sense of color theory whatsoever so your eyeshadow and lipstick look HORRIBLE together

- probably this bright purple eyeshadow with a bright red lipstick

- he doesn’t forget anything though!!

- puts the concealer in all the wrong spots. he thinks it should go where the contour goes

- another guy to use blush as lipstick

- “that’s not right” at least he knows

- will do your eyeliner wing (which turned out to be horrible) but completely avoids your waterline

- avoids the mascara but watches in amazement as you curl your eyelashes

- gives you so many kisses throughout

- the finished look was a 3/10 😔

yukimiya

- he’s the best out of everyone because he actually knows what he’s doing.

- he might confuse the names at some point but is quick to fix his mistake.

- sososo gentle when applying products to your face too!

- he smiles so big once he sees you close your eyes at his light touch

- probably uses the wrong brushes </3

- goes down to your neck with your foundation!!

- does your eyeliner but doesn’t do your lashes (the wing is a 8/10)

- tries so hard on the eyeshadow but it just doesn’t work

- pretty colors but horrible with knowing where to stop (he went to your brows with it </3)

- he muttered a lot of soft “oops” during this time no doubt

- also gives a lot of kisses during this time

- actually so proud once he finishes it though

- compliment his abilities!!

- 9.1/10

shidou

- idk why u wanted him to do this.

- he’s literally making you look like a clown

- makes a mess of your makeup and does not care.

- probably super good at makeup too but just wants to be an asshole

- puts SO MUCH foundation on you. you are literally caked

- puts so much bronzer on too and swipes it in all the wrong directions

- a lot of product got in your nose because he gave that area a lot of attention

- absolutely went crazy with the blush. it is everywhere on your cheek.

- the same with highlighter.

- goes crazy with the setting powder as well. you both sneezed multiple times

- picks bright blue eyeshadow and goes way too far with it

- he was fr about to do your eyeliner and lashes (don’t let him. he will twitch during this time and i know it.)

- takes SO many pictures of you

- makes a video of you with the clown music in the background 💀

- 0/10. rethink ur decisions.

chigiri

- “stay still” x10.

- is good at makeup and knows what everything is but god forbid you move an inch. he literally told you to stop breathing once like??

- if you try to be funny and move your head to the side while he’s putting stuff on he will immediately stop and just give you a stare. no words to be said. he just stares. it’s not a nice stare either </3

- if you get distracted and look away while he’s getting a product he will yank your head back to the position he so desires.

- you’re actually kinda impressed with how well the makeup turns out.

- it’s a strong 8.5/10, he messed up the eyeliner and lipstick part (“maybe stay still next time”).

- will absolutely squish your cheeks and make you pucker your lips to kiss him at the end.

unedited thanks for reading!

[lemonjestercoffee]

so i said something about alicorns being funky in my last mlp redesign post yeah? well before i get into that-

the beautiful bride and the ugly ass groom

okay okay jokes aside here's Shining's real sheets and Cadance on her own

starting off with design choice notes

Shining Armor - his was like- really hard to figure out and i didn't really know what i was doing, but i did like the concept of him having lost a leg in some sorts of battle. one thing i did know what i was doing with tho was his armor, i never really liked the canon armor so i decided to take my own stab at it. decided to make it cover the more important areas better, added gambeson underneath, put a royal crest on it, and gave them a head weapon. yes the metal horns are on all species armor, it's there not only to protect real horns from oncoming attacks but also give all soldiers an emergency weapon if they get disarmed. the tassels would be colored differently depending on rank

Cadance - the only through i really had going into her design was i wanted her to have a cloud and heart motif, but i'm unsure if the way i handled it is the best. her cutiemark is meant to resemble a Mexican sacred heart because deity of love- like come on. i also wanna kinda change the color of the carnation in her hair to stand out more, but white carnations have a different meaning so it's fiiiinee

okay now what we really wanna hear about, what the fuck did i do to the alicorns?

i decided to tamper with their lore quite a bit, as i was inspired to by the Skyscraper Gods Au by Shirecorn. now mine is no were near as drastic as that au, obviously, but it did inspire me to come up with my own quirks for them.

i went more "alicorns are more like the elves of ponies but because they can only be made by some unexplained rare mystical intervention and live for fuck off long, normal ponies see them as demigods of sorts". i've even given them things like groups or locations that they act as patrons of and prioritize above other things, but that stuff gets a little rambley so imma not do that on this post

for the anatomy tho, i can talk. i'll be using Twilight as a visual example because she's the one i've drawn in all stages

so basically the concept here is pretty similar to the canon, but with some funky add-ons.

first up- when an alicorn ascends, not only do they gain the wings/horn combo and grow an inch, they also gain some other unique anatomy from the other species.

Unicorn- along with the horn, they also receive the ear tip tufts i gave unicorns. these actually have a purpose, they're sensitive to magic energy and allow unicorns to tell where magic is coming from. depending on the unicorn they vary in sensitivity but alicorns are by far the most sensitive Pegasus- along with the wings, the get some of the extra feathers pegasai have on their bodies, namely the ones on their ankles that are used for finer trajectory adjustments in flight. they also receive the sensitivity of their hooves that's used to pick up changes in cloud texture and sense their stability Earth Pony- earth ponies may seem like they don't add shit, but they actually give two very important things. the first thing is a strength boost, as they're stronger than the other two pony species by nature. the other thing is dense as fuck hooves. that sounds kinda lame but they have rock hard hooves that allow for them to dig into dense materials and have a kick with some real bite in it that the others just can't replicate and might tear their own hooves up trying. they also add the visible fluff in the ear canal. but that's just a dust filter and if isn't cleaned properly might actually be more of hindrance

it's worth noting- if you look at Cadance and Twilight side by side- that despite being given extra anatomical traits from the other species they will always look more like the species they were before ascension. this is mostly visible in the ears, tails, and hoof shapes -unicorns have long tails with hair only growing from the underside, basic ears, narrower hooves, and usually have long fetlocks as part of their culture. -pegasai have short tails that are completely covered with hair and have rudder feathers at the base, pinned back feathery ears with restricted movement, and really shallow hooves with no fur around them -earth ponies have medium tails with even hair growth around a third of the way down, basic ears, and slightly taller hooves with varying fetlock sizes.

second up- the only uniquely alicorn physical traits that they really have (aside from height) are their hair and beards. unlike normal pony beards that are made of the same hair as their manes, alicorn beards are made of coat fur and will grow a specific length each year that marks how old they are kinda like tree rings. due to this the alicorns don't try to cut them. the manes are kinda funky cause they start out at the roots as normal hair, but then become more "ethereal" after a few inches or so. they tend to start to become ethereal roughly 10 years after ascension

they do have one more weird trait but it's less noticeable and that's the thing with the patterns. when an alicorn is first ascended they gain an extra pattern on their legs, and that pattern gains a second layer around the time they start to get their ethereal manes. you can see it happening on Twilight's lineup.

there's also a bonus thing here that has nothing to do with alicorns as much as it does unicorns- but i like the idea of Unicorn tails (flesh/bone, not hair) getting longer with age. it's usually not too noticeable because they don't normally live long enough for it to be really noticeable compared to younger unicorns, but alicorns do- so former unicorns can end up with some long ass tails in their 1000's

that's all i really got now- if i added in magic and social stuff this would have been way longer. i'm done with my rambles

[dinogoofymutated]

When I say “eat the rich”, I mean getting a taste of those Warren Worthingtitties, leaving hickies all over him, and give him a good head 🤪🤤

Spicy!Angel/GN!Reader BET U DIDN'T THINK I WAS GONNA TURN THIS INTO A FIC DID YA? HEEHEHEEHHEEH. I've had this idea stuck in my head for days and ended up writing it while I work over some of the struggle I'm having with that wolverine fic! I've got one beta-reader (Kinda) so I'm using feedback from them and my drunk self to fix some things up! This is just a short little thing due to that, but it's food nonetheless!! It's WaTXM warren again sorry not sorry I'm obsessed. TWS: No explicit smut but this is fairly spicy. Sneaking off. Lipstick marks. As always, reader written while picturing Fem! But no pronouns mentioned. We smooch the rich boy. That's it. That's the plot. Warren is a switch and I stand by that.

    Warren’s chest is heaving underneath you. He’s biting onto his finger to muffle his sounds as you continue to kiss, nip, and suck at this exposed skin. His camel coat is unbuttoned from the waist up, his vest and shirt similarly disheveled with his tie almost completely undone. His jawline, neck, and collarbones are all dotted with red lipstick marks and fresh purple hickies. You’re unbuttoning just a couple more of his shirt buttons to kiss just a little further down his chest, nipping and sucking another hickey onto his pec as he gasps sharply, his wings fluttering and twitching underneath the tan fabric.

    “We really should… Get back out there…” Warren pants. You’re only halfway listening, too busy blessing his pale skin with evidence of your love and adoration for him. You slide your hands in between his inner layers and his coat, reaching behind him to bush your hands through the soft feathers of his confined wings. 

    “Can we just stay hidden for a bit longer?” You ask, leaning back up to draw him into a kiss, which he eagerly returns, chasing after you when you pull away. “-I know your dad is big on these galas and everything, but they’re just so…”

    “Stuffy? Annoying? An excuse for him to raise money for his bigoted campaigns?” Warren scoffs.

   “Yeah, that.” You giggle, leaning in for another chaste kiss. “And here I thought it was just me. I didn’t really grow up with these things, so it’s a bit of a culture shock.” Warren sighs at that, leaning his head against the wall you had him pushed against. 

    “Trust me, it’s not just you.” He frowns. He brushes a few stray locks of hair away from your face as his expression shifts into something a bit softer.

    “I told you that it was okay if you didn’t want to come. Don’t feel like you have to be here for my sake.” Warren murmurs. His soft tone of voice leaves you feeling a little guilty, and you set your hand atop his own as you frown.

    “I know… but I didn’t want to just leave you here all alone.” You say rubbing your thumb along his knuckles.  “…Besides, who else was going to sneak off with you?” Warren smirks at that, mimicking your own mischievous smile. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, stepping away from the wall as he straightens up his posture and leans over you. 

    “Well, we could always take it up a notch. Not go back at all- not that I really could in this state.” Warren chuckles, looking down at his chest. You can see where each mark fades into a lighter color, having kissed your lipstick off completely as you lavished him with the act.

    “Sorry. I got a little carried away, didn’t I?” You say, only a little guilty about it. Warren chuckles again, cupping your chin in his fingers as he drags his thumb across your smeared bottom lip.

    “It’s not like I wasn’t begging you for it.” Warren hums deeply. You swear your heart stops beating for a moment. He pulls you back into one last breathtaking kiss, one that leaves you just a bit unsteady when he leans away from you, just as gone as you are,

     “Now come on, let's get going before my father notices we’ve left” Warren is tugging you further down the dark corridor, and you find yourself hoping that maybe the two of you would be leaving via the window rather than the door.

[bakugoyelling]

Trick or Treat

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (Dad! Tamaki x Mom! Reader)

Warnings: Babies/kids, family fluff, and a teeny tiny bit of suggestive talk.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Summary: Wearing matching costumes, your family celebrates Halloween by giving out candy.

Halloween is just around the corner, and while yours and Tamaki’s daughter is only a year old and a bit too young to take out trick or treating — she's too cute not to dress up.

He can tell you’re excited to have your little one join in on the fun this year. Handing out candy on the spooky holiday has been something the two of you have done for quite some time. Although usually, you’re the one to answer the door, prancing over to the entryway as you greet bunches of excited children, complimenting their costumes while tossing king-size candy bars into their bags.

Tamaki would occasionally answer, but you’d still be beside him, using the opportunity to show off your coordinating outfits — an angel and a devil, an evil nurse, and her patient — you even once dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams. That one was definitely a favorite; Tamaki pulled off a mustache quite well.

And this year, you’ll add a new costume to the books. 

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A few weeks later, when Halloween finally rolls around, you can’t keep the smile off your face as you prepare for the night, sorting through accessories as Tamaki dresses your baby in her onesie — a pair of blue wings attached to the fabric.

"Oh, look, here's her headband," you hand your husband the faux antennas and watch in delight as her look becomes complete, her round cheeks and tiny ponytail making her the most adorable butterfly ever.

After she’s dressed up, you and Tamaki don costumes to match. His is a fairly simple version, all-black attire with a pair of wings and an antenna headband of his own — matching colors with your daughter. Kissing him on the cheek, you thank him for always going along with your ideas.

"Well, it's kinda fun when we do it together," he says with a shrug. "If it were just me, it would be weird,"

Chuckling at your husband, you shake your head in amusement, “I mean, maybe...but,” you lean towards him and murmur. “I'd still stop by to get a treat,” 

Patting his shoulder, you laugh as he side-eyes you for the innuendo, heading off to the kitchen so you can fill the candy bowl — feeling his gaze on you the entire time. He'll have to remind you about that treat a little later.

But for now, it's candy time. And as the sun begins to set, the three of you prepare to show off this year's costumes, the streets of your neighborhood filling with excitement. 

Watching through the window, Tamaki keeps an eye out for anyone dressed too spooky, noting when to keep your sweet baby away from the front entryway in case she gets scared. Other than that, she and her dad make an appearance for the visitors every so often. Sometimes you even answer the door with her in your arms, gasping and softly murmuring, "Look at all the pretty costumes," when a group of princesses show up.

Eyeing their glittery garments, she smiles, shyly cuddling up to you when one of the kids compliments her butterfly wings. The parents of the children can’t help but politely giggle at her behavior, muttering about how cute she is. 

Just like her daddy, you think to yourself while smiling, responding with a kind, “No problem,” as the parents thank you for their children's treats, heading off to fill their bags even more. 

Throughout the evening, your doorbell continues to ring aplenty. A variety of kids dressed for the occasion, standing on your porch each time, excited to receive candy from you. 

Even Kirishima stops by with his young ones, a cheery chuckle leaving his lips when you open the door. Your antenna headband bobbing as you greet him, your wings dazzling beneath the light as Tamaki and the baby stand close behind you — the three of you looking like the most remarkable group of butterflies the man has ever seen.

"Man, you Amajikis always have the best costumes, I swear!" his sharp teeth emit into a beaming grin as he waves to your bright-eyed baby — her wrist rotating in response, waving back at the familiar hero. 

“Well, thank you! You guys look awesome too! I love the hair,” 

“Yeah, you guys look cool,” Tamaki says from beside you while tossing an extra candy bar into Kirishima’s kid’s bags, their eyes lighting up as they look at each other in shock — thrilled at not only getting one full-sized candy bar but two. 

“Thank you, Mr. Amajiki!” they shout in unison, bouncing on the balls of their feet.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, smiling as they step back. 

With their candy secured, the Kirishima family say their goodbyes, waving as they walk away. 

And while Tamaki doesn’t mind making appearances for his friends, he does prefer to stay back most of the night. But while you’re busy with the baby, there are times when he’s the only one that can answer the door. So he does. And it’s not the kids that make him anxious — they’re usually pretty quiet. No, it's the gasping moms complimenting his costume; that has him wanting to hide. 

“A butterfly! Aww, how cute!”  

“Oh my gosh, he has antennas too!” 

“Oh, uh... thank you,” he nervously mutters as the women continue to swoon, hurriedly dropping a candy bar into each of their kid’s bags so the encounter can be over with and he can shut the door — returning to his preferred spot behind the scenes. 

"Wow, he's got the big candy bars!! Thank you, beautiful butterfly man!" 

With the treats quickly delivered, Tamaki politely nods to the friendly mothers, and as soon as the coast is clear, he returns to the living room.

“Sounds like you had some admirers,” you joke with your husband, and he dramatically sighs, flopping onto the couch as your daughter walks over to him, grabbing onto the cushions to guide herself. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he mumbles, his eyes cast down to your little one as she makes her way beside him — her steps a bit wobbly but still determined. 

"Come on,” Tamaki says, scooping her into his hold and placing her on his lap. “Let’s go back to being a chrysalis,"

Their antenna headbands bob as he presses their foreheads together, his hair tickling her nose, causing her to break out in a joyful giggle. 

Trick or Treat!!

But the muffled sound of more children at the door has Tamaki lifting his head, eyes pleading for you not to make him answer it this time. 

"Don't worry. I got it,” you chuckle while grabbing the candy bowl from the coffee table. 

Opening the door, you’re greeted by a group of two, one boy and one girl. They appear to be siblings, and unlike other children that have visited you tonight, their bags look almost empty. They must have gotten a late start tonight, and as you peek out towards the rest of the neighborhood, you can see that most houses have turned off their porch light, signaling that they are no longer giving out treats. But fortunately, they're in luck. 

“Ooo, a dinosaur and a cat! How cool,” you fawn over their costumes, and they smile, graciously thanking you one after the other.

“In fact,” you lean in as if the next part is a secret. “I think your costumes are so cool that I’m going to give you the rest of my candy,”

The two children look at you in awe, speechless expressions gracing their features as you nod, tossing handfuls of candy into their bags until your bowl is empty. 

Simply amazed, the boy and girl can only giggle, repeatedly thanking you as they excitedly bounce in place until their mother swoops in to collect them, expressing her gratitude to you with a smile. 

Happy to help, you wish the trio a goodnight, and with the last of the candy given out, you shut off your front porch light — Tamaki will be happy to hear that he won’t have to answer the door for the rest of the night. 

"Good news," you sing, waving around the empty candy bowl as you enter the living room.

"That was all of it?" your husband hopefully asks.

"Yup, that was everything in the bowl," taking a seat beside him, you sigh, laying your head against his shoulder as your daughter leans into you, her tired eyes looking up at you. 

“Now Dada doesn’t have to get the door anymore,”

“Hey, it was just those moms that made me nervous,” Tamaki defends himself, and you lightheartedly chuckle.

“I know, I know. But now all three of us can relax. And after we get our adorable butterfly to bed, we can have our own little treat,” 

Meeting your gaze, Tamaki peers down at you. “You mean…”

“Mhmm,” you lean up to whisper into his ear. “I saved two candy bars for us,”

— please do not modify or repost my work

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A/N: There is so much joy in domestic fluff!! Thank you so much for reading. Let me know if you liked it, I love reading your kind comments, and I try my best to reply to them :o)

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[onesidedradiostatic]

Reason why I would like Vox's sweather to be orange:

Just like Husk, he would have a more orangey color pallet before he became super involved/owned/obsessed with Alastor. Once Al owned Husk's soal, the cat lost his orange accents, replaced by red. I want Vox to be the same

I think our timelines here are very different because I actually see vox as having already been obsessed with alastor before he met val, but like not the same way he's obsessed in the present, like a more positive still super unhealthy crush obsession.

I could even see the val and vox photo as being after vox's falling out with alastor (but it's not really a set in stone hc it's like something I see in some cases but don't see in others). to me it's actually like

vox's outfit used to mirror alastor's (you can see a pinstripes on his shoulder in the torn out picture) back when they were friends

and then he proceeded to wear a turtleneck identical to the colour of val's wings when he first partners up with val

in a way he's like taking elements from whoever he chooses to associate with at the moment which is why I like seeing vox's turtleneck as being identical to the colour of val's wings (I mean it kinda. literally is. but we've been in this debate long enough)

until he... went back to copying alastor in his current present outfit. weirdo