#small writer

[plutoispurplw]

Cardigan

Summary: Spencer is having dudes about his feelings towards JJ and reader can't bear it.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of prision and drugs.

A/N: I just write this because haunted of my favorite blonde but ended up in cardigan. Second part is probably in saturday or sunday.

Second part!

All these years for what? He always gonna dude about their relationship.

After he was held hostage with JJ he started to act differently towards you, he was more cold and looked guilty when you tried to hug him.

In a case when you both shared a room, you lay down on the bed by his side, it was almost midnight. You try to move closer to him but he just moves away just a little, you get nervous for a moment but you decide to push the thoughts aside.

"Spencer I wanna talk with you about something important." You look at him in the eyes, sitting against the gray headboard of the bed.

"I notice that you've been acting weird and-"

He didn't let you finish, normally he wouldn’t do that and less in a conversation like this. "Please don't start now Y/N, nothing is happening with me. Let's just sleep okay?" The tone of his voice was annoyed and sounded tired, his facial expression was annoyed

You felt your heart break a little at his words but you tried to mend it by telling yourself that he maybe was frustrated with the case and that you have to stop overthinking.

Nothing was wrong.

You lay down again in the bed and put the beige blanket over your body and his. "Okay, I'm sorry, I was just worried about you and if something was wrong."

His expression changed again and he looked filled with guilt. "Don't apologize, you just were worried. Let's just sleep okay, sweetheart?" It was the name that he called you but it felt like ice against your warm skin. It was burning but you could bear it.

You started to be more worried, maybe he was having problems again with drugs? That would explain the guilty face that receives you when you kiss him.

Questions, that what you had so you started to ask him what was happening but he always denied everything, he thought that you were that stupid?

In the wedding of Rossi, you notice the looks between him and JJ, but you decide to ignore that even if it gives you a bad feeling in your guts, maybe you just were exaggerating.

Weeks later he and you were in the apartment, he was sitting on the couch reading a book, and you approached him and sat on his lap. Normally he would put the book down and kiss you but now he didn't do that, he kept reading like you weren't there.

"Spencer, what's happening?" Your voice was tired this time, you were tired of this, of never knowing what was wrong.

He put the book down and looked at you in the eyes, he looked annoyed by you again, and you felt hurt. "Nothing is happ-"

Now you were the one interrupting him, your voice was louder. "Stop saying that, I know something is wrong so just tell me what is happening."

He put you on the couch and got up, he was pacing around the living room, he looked stressed out and you were just looking at the floor. That's when he starts talking.

When you hear his words your mind when just blank, and your face doesn’t have any emotions for a moment, the only thing that could betray your sadness is that the characteristic light in your gaze is gone.

How he could heal and draw over your scars just to make new ones, scars that would never heal.

After that you started to cry, all your emotions were being poured into your salty tears. He tried to comfort you but you didn't let him.

"You feel something for her?" He stayed quiet, he didn't look at your eyes. That told you everything that you have to know.

How could he love her? You were the one who listened to his rants and facts. You were the one who comforted him when he had nightmares or couldn't sleep because of the memories from prison, from his addiction, from everything bad that happened to him. You were the one who always loved him and the one who would give their life without thinking for him.

"She is married and she has kids Spencer!" You yell at him, anger starts to grow inside you along with the sadness from your broken heart.

"I know," He calmly told you, how could he be calm after breaking your heart?

Maybe you weren't that important to him, maybe you were the consolation prize after all.

"Y/N, I love you, I need you to know that." His hands cupped your face, hands that were always delicate with you, like you were a doll of porcelain. For an instant, you were gonna get closer to kiss him, But you noticed his gaze, filled with guilt and pity for you.

You got up and ran towards the bedroom, the suitcase on the bed while you were filling it with clothes and your things. Tears wetting your clothes and your cheeks.

He then spoke again. "Please wait Y/N, calm down." He tried to hug you from behind you, it felt like he was trying to contain you.

You turn around and push him away from your body, from your embrace. "Stop saying that I need to calm down! You just said that maybe you still love Jennifer, how the fuck do you want me to feel about it?" You yell at him at the top of your lungs. You take a deep breath and keep packing your things.

He let you keep packing the suitcase, he didn't try to stop you again.

When you ended up filling your suitcase you walked to the principal door of the apartment, ready to go anywhere but here, you couldn't bear the thought of sleeping in the same bed where he told you that he loved you for the first time.

When you look back you find him with his eyes crystallized, the guilt was consuming him. Your fool heart broke again at the sight of him like this but your brain didn’t let you go back so you stepped out of the apartment.

After that you came to our friend's house and told her everything, she let you cry on her shoulder and told you to stay and don't go back still.

In the middle of the night, you woke up, wishing that this was just a really bad dream but that didn't happen, you were in the guest room alone.

Now you couldn't sleep without his welcoming warm that embraces you through the most cold nights.

After all, you always gonna be his second choice, the one that he could always count on to comfort him even if he didn't reciprocate your feelings.

You should know better than wanting to hug him and forgive him but you couldn't help that feeling, you thought that he was the love of your life, the father of your kids, the one you would die with.

You put your hand on top of your belly, how you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child after that? You didn't know what to do.

You felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed waiting to be found again and be used.

[sweetenerobert]

hey yall!

soooo there is a situation with gracieispunk and i had a long time ago and with all this drama going on i felt like it was time to explain my side of things.

story under the cut

months ago (if you were on tumblr in september) i wanted to write a maintenance man joel x male reader but, since i started on wattpad i wanted to make sure i got gracie’s explicit consent before even writing it, around september i texted her, but she never responded.

it’s now october at this point and my friend tags me in a WIP game so i post my drafts and along with my drafts i post my maintenance man draft and at this point i couldn’t figure it the title for the of my fic so i just put “maintenance man — maintenance man!joel” and then i wanted to give me asking her another chance, so i went in here ask page and see if she was able down to talk.

she responded to my WIP and finally we got to talking

*here are the screenshots and proof that it was september that i first texted her in september, proof that she responded to my WIP game and then we talked

as you can see, she blocked me shortly after that, this is when i had a full blown panic attack and i had to call one of my best friends that helped calm me down and made me realize some things, but i couldn’t help but see if gracie had posted something about this situation, and she did.

but a couple days had passed since the situation (this happened in like a span of a week might i add) and a lot of people, whom i’ve talked about the situation with, has stated that people can’t own a character or anything and i made the conclusion that im still going to write maintenance man joel for the male audience, a whole different thing, inspiration and plagiarism are two different things!

the male community is tiny compared to the community that i don’t write for. i would understand if i was just stealing her idea, word for word, but that’s not me. at all.

i forgot to mention that a bunch of authors that i had looked up too, to come out of my shell in the writing world had blocked me, i don’t know what gracie told them, but all that i know is that a lot of authors blocked me, maybe they had their own reason, i don’t know.

but, all of this drama with basically putting small writers down, i would like to say i was one of them in a sense, where i literally almost quitted my future career. but im glad i told people about the situation and everything, because if i hadn’t, i possibly would’ve deleted tumblr and not made any of the friends/acquaintances that i have now.

so if you wanna hate me? go ahead. support me? i love you. shit on me? make me feel bad about myself? try it, i do it every day. i’m not posting this out of hate for no one at all, im just here to write and have a good time.



[tomscocksleeve]

The Accident

Tw: smut, cursing, unprotected p in v, anything kinky really

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Tom x f Reader

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It was raining and you had just been through a breakup with your ex boyfriend, you felt damaged.. numb.. but only one thing could make you feel better and that was your best friend Tom. You texted him asking if you could come over and of course he happily said yes.

Once he let you inside you were dripping wet from the rain and Tom was a little worried you would get sick. He grabbed a blanket wrapping it around you and then he gave a light smile. “I’m gonna run you a hot bath” he said. You were confused because you hadn’t planned on sleeping over and you didn’t even have any clothes. By the time you had opened your mouth to tell him to wait he was already in the bathroom running the water.

What was up with him? You thought to yourself. Why was he acting so strange? Does he already know about the breakup? How would that even be possible? All these thoughts were filling your head and it was bothersome. As you walked into the bathroom he smiled and he gave you a hug. “All done perfectly warm.” You hugged him back awkwardly and you weren’t sure how to respond or react so you just gave a slight nod. Once he left you took your clothes off and entered the bath. Weird as it was the bath felt really really good. After an hour or so you stepped out with your towel you entered Tom’s room. He was lying on his bed shirtless with grey sweatpants and he smiled up at you and he stood up looking down at you.

You gulped surprised by his movements and his muscles.. he then whispered into your ear “are you still with that asshole?” You shook your head sadly, he then had a light smirk on his face as he grabbed the top of the towel. “Perfect..” he then began kissing your neck. You wanted to push him off since you just got broken up with today.. but his lips felt way too good. “Let me take care of you.” He then pulled the towel off you exposing your body and you had gotten a little cold and he just hugged your body and he took complete control.

He started kissing your neck more and he left a few hickies.. he then started kissing your collarbone and you couldn’t help but feel wet. His pants tightened as he grew harder. You could see it. He then started kissing your lips and you could just tell how lustful he was. He wanted you. All of you.

He softly asked if everything he did was okay and you nodded turning red. You wanted him. You needed him. And you leaned down on the bed. He crawled on top of you and he kissed you interlocking your hands before leaving more hickies. You moaned softly as he sucked on your breasts marking you, you felt so good and you just needed him inside you now. “Tom please..” you whined. And he smiled shaking his head wanting to tease you a little more. He gently rubbed your clit but it was too slow. You groaned and whined wanting more. “Tom please.. more.. harder.. faster..” he liked that you were begging and he then leaned down holding your legs open and he stuck his head to your heat and began licking you and using his finger to massage your clit. You moaned loudly and you wanted to squirm around but Tom’s hand was right in between your legs holding you down.

Once you had came the first time he was satisfied and he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips and it turned you on so much. He then slowly put his tip right at the entrance and he smiled softly. “Are you ready.. you can tell me to stop” you nodded and smiled. “I’m ready Tom please..” that was all he needed and he placed himself inside. He was slow at first making sure he didn’t hurt you and let you adjust to his size. After he pulled out completely before filling you up again. He went slowly for a bit before picking up pace and he held your throat as he started fucking your brains out. If you ever got too loud he would shut you up by kissing him and he’d shove his tongue down your throat.

You guys had fucked for most of the night you couldn’t even speak or process life and Tom had came in you and he stayed inside for a bit. He then kissed your lips and neck before pulling out and lying next to you. He kissed your cheek and held your hand. You looked at him with a soft smile.

After 30 minutes he grabbed your hand and he started another bath but for both of you. When he opened the door he asked a question that completely shocked you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You stared at him not sure what to say..

Was this all a mistake..?

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Guys this was my first smut I have ever written :,) it kinda sucked because I suck at consistency but any requests ask. I’m also in school so I had to rush ❤️

[gtwscratch]

(No) Hard Feelings

Summary: Scar talks to Grian after a not-so-great session (Secret Life, session 4)

CW: a tad bit of angst, but that's all :)

Word count: 2,227

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Scar shakily held out a bouquet of lilacs and poppies, haphazardly put together with fumbling hands.

“Can we still be friends?” He made eye contact with Grian as he asked, but he was about two seconds away from turning on his heel and running back into the desert to their home.

Grian didn’t say anything for a moment and just stared at Scar. Then at the flowers. And then back to Scar again. It made Scar antsy and nervous, afraid the avian would run away from him. Grian had all the right to run if he really wanted to. Scar figured that he’d leave the second he turned red. While there was still the vow Grian had made to him, Scar knew Grian. Grian was a survivor—not a risk taker. Scar could never bring himself to hurt Grian, but Grian didn’t necessarily know that.

Scar knows the phrase “if you love something, you need to let it go,” and he’s fully prepared to let Grian leave. But, void below, he’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t hurt like hell.

Gentle hands brushing against his own scarred ones jolt him out of his thoughts and back into the present moment. Grian is looking at him with a soft expression as he carefully takes the bouquet from him. 

“Of course we can.. Besides, I’m still in debt to you, aren't I?” There’s a small smirk on the avian’s face, and Scar can tell that he’s trying not to fully smile.

Oh, Scar could cry. Relief washed over him like a tsunami, and he let out a quiet, shaky laugh. “Oh, thank the void.. I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do if you said no.”

“Good thing I didn’t say no then.” Grian is smiling now despite his best efforts not to, and Scar’s heart swells, taking a moment to just stare at the shorter man.

Grian’s purple eyes crinkle softly at the edges, and the light freckles on his cheeks contrast beautifully with his pale skin. The wind gently rustles his hair and feathers, making a few stray strands fall into his eyes. Scar carefully takes one of the flowers out of the bouquet and tucks the loose strands behind one of Grian’s head wings, pinning it in place with the flower. 

He looks absolutely angelic. 

Even though he was down two lives, Scar had never felt luckier than in this moment. How in the void was Grian able to trust him so easily? It makes Scar feel important, and loved, and cared for—so much so that he can’t contain his emotions and quickly picks Grian up, spinning him as he laughs and smiles.

Grian’s feathers ruffle and puff out in alarm. He grabs onto Scar’s arms and shawl for some sense of security “Scar!! Put me down! We’re still so close to the edge!!”

“You’re fine! I’m not gonna drop you!” Scar sets the avian down, pressing his forehead to Grian’s. “I would never.”

Grian smiles softly and rolls his eyes as if he didn’t almost potentially become a yellow name. “I would certainly hope you wouldn’t.”

“You’re too special to hurt—on accident or otherwise.”

The avian trills happily at Scar’s words. “Yeah, you too.” He gently places a hand on Scar’s cheek, and he leans into the touch immediately.

“I’d never hurt you..”

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Scar woke up hugging his pillow to his chest. His immediate reaction was confusion. Where was Grian? He always makes sure Scar wakes up since he was a heavy sleeper, so this is unusual..

Scar sits up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “Gri? Where’d you go?”

He blinks, startled for a moment when he sees wooden orange walls instead of tan, sandy ones. It’s then that he realizes.

Oh.

Right.

This isn’t the desert.

And Grian isn’t my partner teammate.

He sighs deeply and forces himself to get up and prepare for whatever task the Secret Keeper decides to give him today. 

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Welp, this has been the worst session by far.

Scar’s still out of breath, shaky, and sweaty from everyone chasing him today. It’s not his fault that he did so many bad things—it was the Secret Keeper’s! They’re the one who had assigned the task to him in the first place!

Scar of course apologized to everyone when it was over, and while everyone seemed sympathetic and forgave him, he still felt a lingering wariness aimed towards him. To make matters worse, he had also failed the task at the very end of the session. He might as well have just said ‘screw it’ at the beginning if he'd known it was impossible.

 The only person who hadn’t been angry with him today was Grian.

Maybe he was too obvious with his task, or perhaps Grian was just that good at reading him (Scar hopes it was the latter), but, either way, the avian had managed to figure out Scar’s task incredibly fast. He even showed some pity for Scar and not only let him take that stupid helmet off but also invited Scar to follow him around for a bit.

That was probably the best part of the session.

Now, Scar was alone again. Trudging back to his base slowly as the day turned to night. It was so quiet.

The games were always eerily quiet to him. There were no birds chirping or bugs.. bugs making whatever sounds they’re supposed to make. The silence was so loud it was almost deafening, and Scar hummed quietly to get rid of it. He didn’t realize anyone was around until there was a touch on his shoulder, and Scar flinched back quickly, fumbling for his sword.

Grian’s hands are lifted up in defense. “Woah! Scar, it’s alright! It’s only me.”

Scar’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Oh jeez-! You can’t sneak up on a man like that, G!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You just.. I was headed back to base when I overheard you humming. Thought I’d check up on you,” Grian explains, and Scar could just melt from the concern, even if it was only a little.

Scar only gives a small nod, still getting some of his bearings together.

“So..?” Grian prompts.

“Hm? Oh! I’m okay..! I’m good. Everything’s good,” he responds, trying to put on a smile. He knows Grian doesn’t believe him.

Grian sighs softly, wrapping a hand around Scar’s wrist gently and leading him. Scar follows without complaint or questioning. 

They go to Cleo and Etho’s base, and Scar’s confused for a moment before remembering they invited Grian to join them during this session. He ignores the small ache in his chest that he wasn’t also invited.

Grian brought him inside and to a small room with a bed and a chest with random items scattered around it on the floor. Scar figures this must be Grian’s makeshift room until they can clean it up for him. While he’s looking at the space, Grian sits him down on the bed and takes his hat off.

“You should rest,” he says softly. Scar’s heart flutters at his gentle tone.

“I’m okay,” he tries to insist. Judging by the look on Grian’s face, he doesn’t believe him.

“You just ran around the server this entire session with basically no break,” the avian reasons. He helps Scar take off his shawl. “You’re gonna worry me more.”

Although he’s tired, Scar gives Grian one of his signature smirks. “Aww, you were worried about me?” Despite his smoothness, his heart skips a beat.

Grian worries about him still.

Grian rolls his eyes, but Scar doesn’t miss the light dust of pink that settles on his cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

The two men just stay there for a moment with Scar sitting on Grian’s bed and Grian standing in front of Scar. They don’t speak for a few long moments, and the silence starts to get to Scar again. Despite being content to be around Grian, some bitterness still lingers over the fact that Grian was accepted so quickly into Cleo and Etho’s home, and Scar suddenly feels the urge to talk about it.

“.. So,” he starts, clearing his throat. “.. Cleo and Etho, huh?”

“Yeah.. They said I was free to move in with them since I desperately didn’t want to be alone.” There’s a soft chuckle at the end of his sentence.

That strikes something in Scar, and he can’t stop the slight malice from entering his tone . “What about me?” He pauses for just a moment. He quickly continues when he sees Grian open his mouth to respond. “You said earlier that you were in the market for friends. I-I couldn’t answer you properly because of my task, but you knew that. You knew that I would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. So why did you immediately move on when I couldn’t give you an answer that second?” His throat threatens to close up towards the end of his question, almost choking on the lump in his throat, but he manages to compose himself with a deep breath.

Grian looks a little taken aback by the sudden aggression. “.. S-Scar, I-”

“I thought.. I thought that you wanted me for once,” Scar confesses, running a hand through his hair. “Any time we’ve been paired together, you were unwilling. I know you were, and.. I didn’t say anything because I wanted you there with me so badly… And I know that’s selfish of me, and that you’re your own person, and I can’t just keep you to myself, but I.. I just thought..” He lowers his head with a shaky sigh as tears fill his eyes. He desperately doesn’t want to cry right now. Damn his big stupid emotions.

Several seconds of silence go by before Scar feels a gentle hand slowly lift his head to look back up at him, and he’s surprised to see so much guilt and remorse in the avian’s eyes.

“I am so sorry, Scar.” His voice is so soft and genuine, and Scar wants to forgive him just like that. He holds back from doing so, though.

“Is that all you have to say..?”

Grian opens his mouth again to say something, but he closes it, pressing his lips together in a thin line, and Scar can tell he’s thinking carefully about his words.

“..I’m sorry that I didn’t try to hide my initial discontent when I was with you. I honestly don’t have an excuse. You didn’t deserve to deal with that. You still don’t,” he insisted.

“So you would still team with me? You’d leave Cleo and Etho?”

Scar is met with silence, and that’s all he needs.

“Yeah.. That checks out.” He wants to be angry. He wants to sound angry. He wishes that he could hate Grian for a moment, but he can’t. Even after all this time, he can’t shake how much he cares for the avian, so he just settles for disappointed but not surprised.

“.. I promise you, there is a reason I went back on my offer,” he assures.

“And what would that be?”

“I.. can’t tell you.”

Scar scoffs. “Of course you can’t.”

“.. Look at me, please.” Grian’s voice is so soft, so scared. Scar hesitantly looks up into those beautiful purple eyes. “If I could, I would tell you in a heartbeat why we can’t team this time. If we could, I would leave Cleo and Etho without a second thought to be by your side again.” he pauses, taking in a shaky breath. “.. I miss you. More than you will ever know.. And I know you deserve a better explanation than that, and I’m sorry I can’t give you one.”

Scar studies Grian’s face for a moment. He should be mad at him. He should be shouting at him. It’s not like it’s undeserved, but Scar doesn’t want to, so he doesn’t. Instead, he slowly brings his hands to rest on Grian’s hips, and he gently pulls him forward. He wraps his arms around his waist and looks up at Grian. Deep down, Scar knows that Grian will tell him why in time, and he thinks that’s enough for him.

“.. It’s.. okay. I believe you.”

Grian frowns slightly and sets one hand on Scar’s shoulder while the other carefully cards through Scar’s hair, making him close his eyes at the feeling. “You shouldn’t forgive me that easily.”

“Probably not,” Scar opens his eyes again, “but it’s just so easy when it’s you.”

Grian shakes his head slightly with a roll of his eyes before his gaze softens. “Next time. I promise you that I will choose you without hesitation.”

For a moment, Scar thinks that maybe he’s a bit too naive. Maybe he has too much trust in Grian, but he really can’t help himself. He tucks that promise away into his heart for safekeeping and gives Grian a soft, sad smile. “That would be really nice.” Grian gives him a similar smile.  

They stay like that for a long time, Grian staying in Scar’s embrace. They eventually move to be laying down as it gets later. As Grian drifts into sleep, Scar watches his features relax, admiring how pretty he looked. Void, has he missed this. He gently kisses Grian’s forehead and pulls him a little closer, falling asleep himself with the hope of this being a regular thing in their next life.

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FINALLY!! I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!! I buckled down and finished the one shot last night, and I am so glad I pushed myself to finish it! I've got some more one shot ideas still, but I can't promise when I'll have them done rip

I can however give you guys a little spoiler and say the next one is Scar and Jellie centric >:3

[ieatcocoa]

A Lasting Impression ♡

Characters: Lucifer/OC/Lilith

Switching POVS

Word count: 3.2k

Important: 18+ minors do not interact. fem dom! Lilith, sub top! Lucifer, fem!reader, threesome, fingering, open relationship, penetrative sex, teasing, oral sex, character uses she/they pronouns.

I made this for a close friend of mine, his OC’s name is Ciel, and she is an overlord in the underworld.

Literally, my first time writing smut…so…

Boarder credits to plutism !

The eternal crimson light radiates above Pentagram City. It illuminates among crumbling sidewalks whose jagged edges are nearly as sharp as a local thief's blade, leaving behind twisted shadows that linger longer than the pungent odor of regret and sex. Dried blood sticks to any available surface, acting as the only reminder of a being's existence after being viciously gored. The light is a terrifying symbol of one's vulnerability to death, where a person's entire being is stripped down to its core and made visible to their true self.

Most hide away as best they can to maintain their sense of seclusion. Stability.

It would be a lie to suggest Ceil is not among them. She has always found solace in the darkness. That is only natural, as it was the first thing she saw when she entered hell. Many assume that when you meet your demise, you are rudely dropped into a flaming inferno and forced to live out the rest of your days as a helpless slave to the man himself. However, after Ciel's final breath and the way the cold air felt against their blue lips, everything became numb. She seemed caught between time and space, followed by an endless nothingness. They imagine it was their punishment to be alone, with only encounters from the depths of her memory bank. But then there came a light, similar to the one she bears witness to before her…

Nestled in the heart of the city's junction, the enormous white and gold estate is a beacon of splendor and charm. Its pristine facade, adorned with intricate golden accents, shimmers under the gentle caress of moonlight, casting a mesmerizing glow that enchants all who behold it. It's almost absurd that something so heavenly is here. As expected, its inhabitants are the embodiment of grace and delicacy.

Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

Every sinner knows them, regardless of how recently they have 'dropped.'

Respect is difficult, yet even the meanest brutes can bite their tongues when graced by royalty. Ceil longs for that kind of authority. Talk of the town is like a never-ending telephone game, misconstrued or added on for flare. When others became aware of her presence, there was an unprecedented wave of rumors, specifically in the Pride ring.

That may be why they were invited during their daily tea hour with Rosie. The beautifully sealed envelope exudes an aura of grandeur. Its seal, meticulously stamped with the emblem of the hosting organization, adds an air of exclusivity and importance to the contents within. As they run their fingers along its smooth surface, they can almost feel the excitement radiating from within, promising an evening of elegance.

The king and queen had invited her to their home.

To their party.

To them.

Ciel knew she couldn't pass up this opportunity, which is how she ended up here. Within the walls of the magnificent mansion, the gala unfolds like a scene from a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the exquisitely decorated ballroom. Elaborate floral arrangements adorn every corner, their vibrant hues adding to the lavish surroundings.

Guests, fitted in their finest attire, mingle amidst the grandeur, their laughter and conversation filling the air. Servants move gracefully among the crowd, offering trays of decadent hors d'oeuvres and glasses of fine champagne.

At the center of the room, a raised dais hosts a band of talented musicians, their melodies weaving through the crowd with allure. The music swells and dances, carrying with it an irresistible energy that beckons guests to the dance floor.

That’s when she saw them.

The royal pair attracts attention with their elegance and poise. The handsome man with the tousled blonde hair was the first to catch their eye. Despite his stature, his presence fills the room with undeniable charisma. His rosy cheeks hint at his jovial nature, while his piercing eyes sparkle with intelligence.

Beside him is his counterpart, a tall and remarkably gorgeous woman with olive-toned skin that sparkles in the mellow candlelight. Sculpted with refinement, cascading waves of dark hair frame her delicate features.

Together, they epitomize the perfect balance of strength and grace, their union symbolizing harmony and unity within the royal court. As they engage in conversation, their easy rapport and shared laughter illuminate the room, captivating all who have the privilege of beholding them.

Ciel is held hostage by the image of such a delicacy. If she had not been able to feel the gazes of other bystanders, she would have drooled like a starving animal or a dunce.

Amidst the crowd, Lucifer notices the young woman seated alone at a table, her presence a calling to him. He approaches with a stride and a knowing smile on his lips.

As he reaches her table, he offers a drink with a courteous nod. She meets his eyes with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her demeanor guarded yet intrigued by his attention.

“Hello there, a drink?” The champagne in his hand sparkles tauntingly as Ciel takes hold, giving it a small taste. “Why thank you.”

Lucifer takes a seat beside them, manuring ever so gracefully that his pristine tailcoat tucks perfectly underneath him. “Are you that new face I’ve heard so much about? I must say, you are much less intimidating in person.” The mild jazz playing in the background does not drown out his voice.

"Mm, it seems I am; my name is Ciel. Take passing conversations with a grain of salt, as they are often misconstrued.”

“I see.”

“And what about yourself? You’re not at all what the book makes you out to be.” Ciel looked at him carefully, a gentle smile gracing their lips. Lucifer’s bushed brows shot up in amusement. “I understand an introduction is not needed! How grand! Are you pleasantly surprised I’m not some horrid beast?”

“Would it be wrong of me to say yes?” She teased.

Funny. He likes that.

As the night wears on and the champagne flows freely, they are drawn together by shared laughter and lighthearted banter. Their eyes sparkle with mischief as they exchange playful quips and witty remarks, the intoxicating effects of the bubbly heightening their sense of camaraderie.

With each passing moment, their inhibitions fade, replaced by a growing sense of desire. Their laughter becomes more animated, and their touches linger a fraction longer, igniting a subtle yet undeniable spark between them.

However, amidst their playful flirtation, a shadow of guilt tugs at the overlord's conscience. She steals furtive glances towards his wife, who converses amiably with an acquaintance just a few feet away. Summoning her wit, she offers a sly remark, "Your Majesty, your charm is as dangerous as it is delightful. I fear I may be getting swept away in a current where I shouldn't be swimming."

The king's demeanor momentarily gives way to a thoughtful silence, his expression becoming unreadable as he weighs the words. For a fleeting moment, the air between them crackles with tension, as if suspended in anticipation of his response.

Then, with a subtle shift in his countenance, his features softened, and his eyes were alight with a glimmer of delight. With measured grace, he leans in slightly. "Ah, my dear, perhaps it is the allure of the forbidden that makes life's dance all the more thrilling."

Hm…

“A beauty she is.” Ciel sighs as their eyes drift across the captivating woman again, no longer masking her words with subtlety.

“Lilith? Indeed.” He responded.

“How would she feel about her husband chatting up a stranger?”

“Is this not a social event? Conversation is the pinnacle, sweetheart.”

“Conversation maybe. Flirting is not.” Ciel quips back.

“Ah ha! I see now. Is that what is bothering you? Lilith is not ignorant of my proclivities; in fact, she welcomes them with open arms!” He expresses himself gleefully, animating with his arms outstretched.

“It still feels wrong to be this friendly behind her back.” The once sweet fizz of the drink now burned unpleasantly at Ciel's throat. There is a beat of silence.

“Would you like for us to all get better acquainted?”

How could they deny an offer as sweet as that?

The ascent up the grand staircase is a haze. The soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls, casting intricate shadows that sway with every movement. As they reach the top of the stairs, the air becomes thick with suspension.

Is this the appropriate thing to do?

Scents of jasmine linger in the air, mingling with the heady aroma of musky cologne, creating an intoxicating allure that pulls Ciel forward, ceasing any previous doubts.

Guided by the faint sound of murmured voices, she stands before the elaborate doors of the king and queen's private bedroom. The wood is warm beneath her fingertips as she pushes them open, revealing a sanctuary of luxury beyond.

The inside of the room is bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a halo around Lucifer and Lilith as they recline upon the plush bed. The queen's eyes are alight with a playful spark, and her voice is a melodic whisper as she welcomes them into their intimate domain. With a graceful gesture, she invites her to join them, her words laced with a subtle invitation that ignites a flicker of desire within Ciel's chest.

“No need to be shy, lovely. Your presence is much appreciated.”

Time feels as though it were moving through a thick puddle of molasses. Lingering touches dance along Ciel's skin; the feeling is so overwhelming that a soft whine escapes her lips. It was not her intention to come and seduce the most prominent individuals in the underworld, but she was pleased with the outcome. Little did she know, the feeling was mutual. Lucifer watches from a distance, his eyes ablaze with tension, his demeanor poised yet brimming with desire.

He knew it was not his turn.

He knows to wait patiently.

His gaze never wavers as he observes the exchange between Ciel and his goddess, a silent witness to the unfolding tableau of intimacy. With a tender smile, Lilith reaches out, her fingers grazing Ciel's cheek in a gesture of affection. In that brief touch, a current of electricity courses through, heightening the intensity of the moment. “I've heard so much about you; please forgive me. I just needed to see you for myself.” “You’re much prettier in person.” And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lilith leans forward, her lips meeting theirs in a gentle yet impassioned kiss.

In that stolen moment of intimacy, the world outside fades away, leaving only the desperation of her and Lucifer, who watches with bated breath, his need now mirrored in the depths of his eyes. He can feel the distinctive strain against his pants.

All three let out short huffs as they hastily dropped their garments. It was too hot, too sticky. Ciel sought comfort in the cold air wafting throughout the chamber, being able to feel herself slip away in the confinements of pleasure. The only thing that drew her back was the distinct ticking of the grandfather clock.

“How do you feel?” Lilith is imbued with a sultry allure, carrying like a whispered caress throughout the air.

The duvet that was once neatly tucked into the soft mattress below was now thrown aside by the movement of bare bodies. Lilith has them right where she wants them. Their legs spread prettily enough for her to see the glimmer of the slick coat along her fingers. Ciel's cunt flutters greedily as the skillful fingers push inside once more. A mewl escapes her lips as she tries to form coherent thoughts. It was all too much. The tips of her fingers press snuggly against the sensitive tissue, making her chase for more.

It’s to no avail.

Each time she experiences that wonderful feeling, it is abruptly taken away, leaving her bewildered and dazed.

“Confined.” Ciel manages to sputter out after the loss of Lilith's touch. “I understand that, darling. What do you seek?” Lilith asks as she presses against her soft and sticky walls once again. She hisses, annoyed by the teasing. With a sharp retort poised on their lips, they muster the courage to respond with a sly remark, hoping to regain control of the conversation. “Release.”

But as the words leave their mouth, a wave of instant regret washes over, like a cold shower extinguishing the fire of their defiance. They realize too late the weight of their words and the potential consequences of their impulsive retort. Lilith's mouth curls into a grin as she makes a disapproving sound with her tongue.

No.

“Greedy thing.”

Please!

Ciel finds themselves consumed by an insatiable desire for her touch once more. Every fiber of their being yearns for the electrifying sensation of her fingers against their skin, aching for the pleasure it brings. Her voice trembles with intensity as they plead, their words an impassioned request for her return. Lilith coos gently, wiping away the salty tears that collected at their lash line. A forgiving queen she is. “Shh shh… I’ll ask you again.“

A murmur echoes within the room, laced with an ethereal appeal that holds them transfixed. "What do you seek?" With trembling breath, they confess their deepest longing, their voice barely a whisper, “Power.”

“Good girl.”

The stretch of Lucifer’s cock lacked the familiar, painful ache Ciel was accustomed to. He glides inside smoothly and bottoms out fully. Lilith’s preparation had made it easy; a puddle of arousal coats the underside of their body. Never in his life would he compare the beauty of another to his love, but this one? This one was making it increasingly difficult. Her walls had him entrapped, earning a low groan from him. So soft, even the jagged stitches that etched across her body felt gentle. His pulse flutters as he drags an earnest finger over the raised skin. He could not explain the growing impulse that rose within him, as he frequently acted on it. Lucifer presses a long kiss on the scar at the junction of her navel. “You’re doing so well, taking me so well.” He softly murmurs while pressing his finger against her sensitive nub, causing Ciel to cry out. His pace quickens and the sound of skins hitting against one another grows in passion-filled intensity.

Ciel's muffled squeak was met with the sweet taste of Lilith, a mixture of nectar and lust. The mound, so snuggly pressed against her lips, flutters with need. “Sweetheart—!” Lilith whimpers.

What a beautiful voice.

Ciel had no time to enjoy the sweet sound as Lucifer's rhythmic hip movements clouded her mind. She could hear the distinctive sound of lips meeting one another in a feverish haze. So passionate. They feel a sense of awe and reverence wash over them as if witnessing a sacred union that transcends mortal understanding.

“I love you.”

It was not said to her, though the effects were all the same. Ciel wailed loudly as their hips stuttered, their orgasm rushing over them so hard it left a dull pulse within. He groans in response to the connection between the inseparable duo becoming tighter. He presses his hands against her thighs, massaging the sweat-coated fat in between.

“You’re okay, lovely. I got you.”

The smooth exchange between the two leads Lilith to rush after her release; she can feel the coil inside snap. Coming down from her high duey sweat beads at her forehead, she was satisfied.

Ciel yearns for the snug embrace of Lucifer, their bodies still entwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. It took a moment for her to gasp for breath before her eyes trailed downward. He hadn’t cum.

She could cry.

Lilith, ever so perceptive, notices their discomfort and moves to reassure them. She offers a warm and understanding smile as she softly touches their cheek. "How precious. Do not be troubled, my dear." She says softly, her voice a soothing melody amid their turmoil. Drawing them up into a tender embrace, the queen whispers words of reassurance, her voice a balm to their wounded pride. With her gentle guidance, Ciel begins to feel the weight of embarrassment lift from their shoulders. “This is not your doing. Luci requires a little extra attention.” She gently pulls Ciel aside, then lays her husband down.

He had waited patiently, so who was she to deny his release?

Ciel peeks in marvel as she kisses him up his jaw, her fingers gripping his cock securely and slowly pumping it while cooing.

“My dove?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you feel me?” With that, her free hand glides three fingers into his inviting hole, delicately pumping in and out. She receives no response; instead, Lucifer lets out a pitched whine, and he puffs out a strangled breath. To see someone as significant as him come undone so effortlessly made the familiar warmth of yearning pool in Ciel's gut.

“Are you paying attention?”

In their oblivious state, she fails to register the question, their mind preoccupied with the grandeur of the moment. Her laughter fills the air, quickening their heart with realization. A rush of warmth floods their cheeks as they finally comprehend the implications of the words. With an impish glint in their eye, Ciel teasingly inches closer to her, their movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

How ironic.

Hearts race with excitement at the audacity of their actions. “Whatever for, your majesty?” With a charming smile, the queen leans closer, almost meeting lips for another kiss. How she wishes she could taste her once more, the flavor forever grained into her mind. This was no mistake. She is thankful for the rumors, the yearly gala, and the chance to savor such a delight.

The air surrounding them thickens as Lucifer moans once more before cumming, and the sticky remnants drip from her fingers as she brings them up to Ciel's mouth. They do not hesitate to suck, and the taste is as sweet as hers. Heavenly.

��Why for our next rendezvous, of course.”

Author's Note: thank you so much for reading ! If anyone is here for an update on my Alastor fic I'll be working on it soon enough! Let me know if anyone wants a variant version where it's x gn reader. much love! p.s my ask box is open pls come talk with me.

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[syd-djarin]

FRANKIE SAYS RELAX (Frankie Morales x fem!massage therapist!reader) ***teaser***

18+ explicit content - with peace and luv, MDNI*

A/N(s): Title is a mashup of the song title Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood (a fitting 80’s song about getting your nut!) this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, if you don’t like it respectfully move along ok? Ok.

Warnings: BUTT STUFF GALORE (Frankie receiving!!!!!), sub!Frankie, inappropriate / unprofessional massage therapist behavior but they already know each other and are friends prior so it’s kinda less bad? IT’S CONSENSUAL and this is a work of fiction!!!!, dirty talk, praise KINK, pet names used in excess, mutual sexual tension, dirty thots (reader & Frankie!), gratuitous descriptions of frankie’s body ody ody, this is just super horned up, author regrets nothing

Frankie sheds his clothes, boxers and all, and slips under the thin sheet. He doesn’t dwell too long about his nude state, knowing himself well enough that he’d chicken out and never show his face around you ever again. 

You knock softly on the door and wait a beat until you hear a response from the other side. You call out to him too, “you good, Frankie?”

“I’m uh—ready,” he responds. 

You practically melt into a puddle when you are presented with an unobstructed view of his broad back and shoulders. He’s fucking gorgeous. 

You wonder if anyone’s ever told him how beautiful he is. Your eyes follow each line of definition, particularly intrigued by the prominent lines that trail up and out from his lower back. 

 Your self-indulgent gaze lands on his ass. It’s cute, adorable even. The thin material covering his lower half leaves little to the imagination, the perky and plush flesh of his butt calls out your name. 

You’ve had plenty of attractive clients before, but never any you actually wanted to touch outside of the massage, and none of them were Frankie fucking Morales. Your moral compass and professionalism are fighting tooth and nail to keep you grounded. 

“Okay, I’ll start with a gentle touch and once you get used to it, I can do it harder,” you say, and immediately cringe at your word usage. You half-ass salvage it by adding “you know, increase the pressure as I go.” You hope he can’t hear the shaky exhale you release. 

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 ♡ 𝘿𝙖𝙮 16 ♡ 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮

Ghost Face x Fem!Reader

Dead by Daylight

AO3 Link

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Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Explicit Content, Knife play, Use of knives, p in v, oral, sex with a stranger, sex with a killer, mask kink, cum inside, nipple play, kinda cracked

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Ghost Face has always been your favorite killer. You couldn't explain how he always piqued your interest.

You had realized that this killer was providing you with some favoritism. Not pursuing killing you like the rest of your fellow survivors right now. You decided to take that to your advantage and did all the tasks needed to escape. 

You were trying to finish a basement generator when you sensed his presence, but you had let your guard down, unable to react in time as he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. But it was only for a brief moment until you were dropped on a dirty mattress.

"What are you-" You were quickly cut off as you felt the cold blade of his knife against your throat and saw his erect cock spring free of his robes. You were taken back by this, unsure of how to react. 

But a part of you had fantasies about this…I mean, who would know? You felt your face grow warm as you slowly moved in close, grasping his cock in your hand, his masked appearance looking down at you. 

You licked the tip of his cock before slowly taking it in your mouth, feeling the dull blade of the knife press into the back of your neck. You look up to meet with the masked killer, unsure of his reaction to you besides an irregular, heavy breath and a twitch of his cock. 

You didn't hesitate to start sucking on him, your saliva covering his length. The room was silent, besides the wet sounds of you sucking off a mass murderer and the smell of iron and blood filling your senses. 

Moments passed until Ghostface grabbed your head and pulled you off his cock. You gasped for a breath as you looked up at him. His cock is fully coated in your saliva. You must be doing it for him, considering the pre-cum dripping from his slit. 

He pushed you back onto the mattress. He spreads your thighs with his gloved hands, the dull side of the knife sliding up your inner thigh, and then one quick and calculated slash exposes your wet pussy to him. You gasped and tensed when he used his knife, but then felt slightly embarrassed. Your wetness soaked your panties which are now on full display for the unknown man in front of you.

Perhaps this was a new level of desperation you wouldn't come back from…

He presses the tip of his cock against your slit before shoving himself inside. You moaned out, feeling him stretch you open in the best way. His knife returns to you, slipping down the front of your shirt and bra, freeing your breasts from the cold air of the basement. Your nipples immediately harden at the contact. 

The killer leans down, his knife pressing into your throat again, and then his hips start moving against yours. Drawing his cock in and out of your wet folds, you immediately become a moaning mess. The last bit of shame you had for this seemed to dissipate. 

He leaned down, and you noticed him pull the mask up just a bit, just enough to see his lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on it. You let out a loud moan, your hands gripping into his robes as you wrapped your thighs around him, welcoming this strange man into your tight cunt without thought. 

He grunts, his tongue working on your nipples as he thrusts faster into you. 

You were trying not to be too loud. What would your fellow survivors think about this? It was absolutely sinful, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

The cold feeling of his knife, the warmth of his tongue on your breasts, and his cock fucking you deep—it's not like you'll have to live with the consequences.

You felt yourself grow close to release as you moaned out for him, "I'm close.." You whined as your grip tightened on him. More heavy breaths and even slight moans from the man on top of you. You feel his cock twitch just as you tighten around him, an orgasm washing over you. 

You moan into the silence of the basement as he cums inside of you. 

A moment passes of silence and heavy breathing. He then slowly pulls out of you, tucking himself back into his robes and his mask back in place. 

You now realize that the other survivors left the trial without you. For once, you were grateful. It'd be worse for them to come and find you having your pussy fucked by the thing trying to kill them. 

You watched as the hatch opened up, even if hatches don't open in basements. Perhaps even the entity itself was tired of your behavior. 

You look up to meet Ghostface's masked gaze as you stumble towards the hatch. "Um..bye...?" You stutter out awkwardly; what do you even say to someone in this situation? 

He leaned over, his gloved hand caressing your cheek for a moment. He surprisingly said, "Good girl," and then you were drawn into the hatch, escaping from that trial. 

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escapril day 11: posture

[ hunched shoulders, cower away in the haze. blend in. it's the only way you won't be left alone in this world of craze. hold in the screams. swallow all pain. i hurt and hurt and hurt myself. not because i don't want to feel anything, not to numb the pain but to feel something. and perhaps hurting myself is that one way. ]

[plutoispurplw]

Cardigan PT2

Summary: Spencer is feeling guilty and reader is nervous about the pregnancy.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of miscarriage (not the actual baby), pregnancy nausea.

A/N: appreciate this and plss reblog

note: English is not my first language and I'm accepting requests!

The days passed. The team tried to reach out to you, to talk about what happened but you didn't answer except when Penelope called you.

She was the only one who knew about your pregnancy, she probably would be worried about you and the baby so you decide to answer.

"Hi Y/N, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded animated, it felt warm and made you comfortable to talk, she was the person you could talk to right now.

"Doing laundry at my friend's house, I need to do something to keep my mind clear."

"Dear I know you don't wanna talk about him but have you told him about the baby?" Her voice was empathetic, you know she was worried about your mental health and you hiding your pregnancy from him.

For a moment you felt your eyes start to crystallize, the wound was still new and it hurt. "I couldn't, how could I if he had been acting weird for the past months?"

"You're gonna come back?" She asks you again, her voice sounding more sentimental and nostalgic. You didn't wanna leave her too like Derek had to.

"I still don't know but we're gonna still be friends so don't worry, you can't escape from me." You try to comfort her with your words but you still feel like it doesn't work, you decide to send her a photo of the ultrasound where the baby was a little visible.

When she saw the photo she nearly yelled with enthusiasm. "She or he looks so cute already, I can't wait to buy baby clothes and toys."

"Me too."

Two weeks later you came back to the BAU office, and everyone looked surprised to see you there, you supposed that they already knew about the fight and that you left the apartment but not the reason why.

When Spencer saw you he looked guilty, you could notice small changes in him because, after all, you're the one who has been waking up by his side for almost three years.

The dark bags under his eyes were more noticeable and his expression looked like he hadn't been sleeping well all these days. His hair looks a little more messy. The guilt was eating him alive

Jennifer couldn't look at you when she saw you she walked to another place in the office, you decided to try to be the most civilized you could with them but it was hard.

How could she listen to you talking about Spencer being less affectionate with you and acting more distant while she knew the reason?

The only reason why you haven't yelled at her was because she had been supporting you after you had a miscarriage, she hugged you telling you that she knew how you felt. She comforts you

That's what hurt you the most, that they decided to lie to you in the face, that they acted like nothing was happening and yes, they never had an affair but the feeling was there, the stares, the internal jokes, everything. She loved him after all these years and he maybe loved her too.

You couldn't bear that thought.

You only talked to Spencer when was necessary in the cases, there was always a certain tension in the air when you both talked. The anger maybe or the sadness, maybe a mix of both.

You thought many times about finally telling him about your pregnancy. When you were pregnant the first time and you told him he cried, he was so happy about knowing he was gonna have a child and that he was gonna be a father.

He promises you to never be like his father and always take of both of you. He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll that could break if the air was strong.

When the miscarriage happened he stayed with you in the hospital, holding you while you cried. He was the reason why you got up from the bed even on the worst days.

In another case you were throwing up in the bathroom, the pregnancy nausea was the worst thing you ever had experience and the worst part was trying to hide it from the team.

When you got out of the bathroom Spencer was there and he looked concerned about you. "Are you feeling well? You have been throwing up these last days."

"Yes, I'm just feeling bad because of something I ate." You try to convince him but you can see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word of what you said.

"I wanna talk to you about something, after this case, you wanna go to the apartment to talk? You don't have to come back but I need to talk with you." He sounded nervous, it was the first time he looked you in the eyes after everything.

Surprisingly you decide to go accept. "It would be okay." Maybe you could listen to whatever he says, it wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

It was time to tell him the truth, for the sake of the baby and your mental health, you live worried about having a miscarriage again. Sometimes you fall asleep after crying for the baby.

After the case ended and everyone was back again in Quantico, you decided to go to Spencer's apartment, your apartment.

When you knock on the door you hear things moving inside and footsteps, after a moment Spencer opens the door. "Hi Y/N" He gave you a small smile, the most precious smile you ever seen.

"Hi, Spencer." You try to make your voice more gentle and you smile at him too. You cover your belly with your bag, just trying to cover your pregnancy for a couple of minutes more.

He moved to the side and let you pass, the apartment looked clean, and you noticed something on the coffee table of the living room, there was a gift bag of your favorite color. When you saw it Spencer took the bag and moved it to the bedroom, maybe it wasn't for you.

You walk towards the couch and sit on it, Spencer sits on the opposite side. The silence was awkward, you were playing with your bracelet waiting for him to talk.

"I'm sorry" When you turned to look at him you found him looking at you, his eyes were filled with affection again, it was like before.

"I'm sorry for being for distant from you, you didn't deserve it, I was an idiot for treating you like that and making you have questions all the time." His voice sounds regretful, his eyes stay on yours. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me if you can't, if you want you can stay in the apartment and I move out, you don't have to worry about anything."

You felt tears running down your cheeks, this was the end? If it was you decide to ask him the only question you want an answer "You love Jennifer?"

He stayed quiet and you thought the worst when you tried to get up he stopped you. "No, I don't love her, I was confused about my feelings for her but right now I promise you that I don't love her."

He got closer to you and wiped your treacherous tears from your cheeks, he cupped your face with gentle hands, hands that caressed your skin like it was silk. "I love you, you're the love of my life and If you wanna stay with me I do whatever you want, I can stop being her friend, we can move to another state, whatever you want."

You started to cried harder, you felt his arms involving your body like a warm blanket. Your face was hiding on his chest, pouring your tears on his shirt. You felt at peace right now but deep inside the sadness was still there, haunting you like a ghost.

He then tried to kiss you but you pulled away from him. He look at you confused waiting for you to say something. "I still don't know if I can forgive you Spencer. I'm still very hurt by everything and I feel like if I take a decision right now I would be rushing everything." Your voice was apologetic even if you didn't do anything wrong here, but still you felt guilty.

He gave you a slightly nod, a silent way of telling that it was fine. "It's okay, you don't have to take a decision right now, I will wait." He look regretful, you could see right through him and all you see was him feeling like he didn't deserve your forgiveness, a part of you felt like this too.

All the next week Spencer had been avoiding you and you also notice that he wasn't longer talking with Jennifer, just if it was necessary for the cases. On the weekend you were back in his apartment to take dinner with him that was more like talking and telling him about the baby.

While you were having dinner, you could't keep the secret anymore from him.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." You whisper to him, he stop moving for a moment after hearing those words falling from your lips, the unbearable pressure on you was gone, it was lifted from your chest letting you breathe freely after a a long time.

When his genius brain started working again he got up from the chair and walked towards you, he pulled you from the chair too, his arms embraced you in a blink, his face hiding on your neck.

You feel how your body was being crushed in the most loving way in the world.

He pulled you from his embrace enough to see your face, he couldn't believe it. "How long have you know about the pregnancy?" His words were serious but you still could feel the happiness from knowing that he was gonna be a father.

"Since almost three months ago, before it happen all of this." His expression become remorseful, the happiness that he had gotten only moments ago was gone again like the waves of the ocean.

He then stopped hugging you and left the room for a moment, and minutes later he was back with the gift from earlier, and he handed it to you like it was fragile. "Open it, it's a gift for you."

When you open it you found a vinyl from your favorite artist and a pearl bush tone cardigan that had sewn stars of a gray tone. You took the cardigan from the bag and tried on your body, it was a little big for your body but you didn't mind.

"You think you can give me second chance?" He whisper against your hair, voice that sounded hopeful for your forgiveness.

You still were conflicted by everything but you know he was your baby's father, you would always be linked to him. A invisible string was tying you to him.

So you said the words that your mind keep telling you to wait more before speaking them. "I give you second chance."

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[tomscocksleeve]

In another life

Summary; Tom is your lover from elementary school and you felt a close connection but end up growing apart

Pairing: Tom (2005 + 2010) x female reader

Genre: sad idk?

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Word count: 723

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・.・

You and Tom were dating for a few years. How it started was you guys had an elementary romance that cute little thing kids do where they believe they find their soulmate. As years passed you really started to believe he was yours and he believed that too. Once middle school started you guys were still together but he started having other passions which you completely supported. His brother and him wanted to be in a band together and make music and you supported them every step of the way. You were amazed by Tom and his guitar skills.

He told you about the bullying though and you’d always stick up for him and comfort him to your best ability because you loved him so much and seeing him sad was a stab to your heart,to your other half. You would hold him close and kiss his head and overall stay by his side and help him when he wanted to practice. You loved going over and spending time with him. “Y/n can you help me please I keep messing up” Tom said pouting. You chuckled and helped him. “Liebe it’s like this.” You said helping him and he smiled and chuckled at his silly mistake.

Eventually Highschool came around and by late 10th grade he started becoming popular. His band started taking off and you were so happy for him. You and him would celebrate and you’d sleep over with him and he’d tell you how amazing the little shows would be and the smile on his face warmed your heart. Later, they released the song Durch Den Monson and you loved the song so much. You liked that Tom was forced to sing a little bit and when he found out he was shocked and it warmed your heart when his voice cracked. He changed his look a bit and Tokio Hotel fully took off.

You watched and supported them from the sidelines loving every moment of it. Having him tell you about how the shows went but one day you were waiting for him and he looked a little unsure with himself or upset and it piqued your interest. “Love what’s wrong?” You asked, grabbing his hand lightly and looking into his eyes. “The band… we are finally making it and we have tours now.. and fans” he said and he avoided eye contact for a bit but you had a soft smile. “Isn’t that amazing?” You asked confused about his sadness. “I’ll have to leave you to tour for months” you smiled, having hope. “It’s okay darling… I’ll be here supporting you every step of the way.” He smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled and kissed his lips instead.

Months later all these interviews came out and Tom would often talk about the girls he was meeting on tour and you saw the interviews and it shattered your heart. “What…” you thought to yourself. Once he came back for a break you confronted him about it and his response was so… upsetting. “Listen… I’m famous now and I have so many girl fans I have to keep them you know?” You sighed. “Fine…”

As more and more interviews came out more and more he talked about the women he was meeting and your heart shattered every time. This hurt so bad. You couldn’t take this anymore. You called him breaking up with him telling him that everything was too much and you were feeling neglected in the relationship. And he just shrugged it off later.

5 years later you were walking around one day and you Tom,with a girl of course. You weren’t upset or jealous matter of fact you were happy for him. He had his fame and his girls and seeing him happy made you happy even if him being with other girls broke you. You went up to him and talked to him and eventually you both hugged being happy for each other. Your souls felt so connected at that moment but for both of you it felt like you were losing a part of yous and he put his hands on your cheeks before saying. “In another life… I promise… I’ll come back for you” placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as a final goodbye.

[gtwscratch]

So, I have this Scarian timeline in my head, and I wanted to share it here :)

Third Life

Scar and Grian are dating and very much in love, and the way it has to end emotionally kills them both (as well as literally).

Last Life

Grian’s just broken up with Scar because he feels incredibly guilty about how the last season ended, and he thinks Scar hates him. Scar in fact does NIT hate him, but he gives Grian space. Maybe they both need it.

Double Life

Scar is estatic to be with Grian again, but Grian is hesitant because he doesn’t want to hurt Scar again. He’s also figured out at this point that the Watchers are in control of all this. And he thinks that if he outwardly tries to show affection for mother player, it will protect Scar in the long run. Maybe they don’t get back together, but they very obviously still care for each other.

Limited Life

Grian’s in his own head about (once again) causing Scar’s death and confides in his brother, Jimmy. Jimmy then invites Grian to join a gang he’s in to take his mind off of it all. Fuck it, why not? And Scar confides in his family about how much he misses Grian, and they help him through his heartache.

Secret Life

Grian is FINALLY learning to overcome his feelings of guilt and wants to try again with Scar. Scar, who’s still very much head over heels in love Grian, doesn’t really know how to act around him due to the last seasons. Grian takes his shot and asks if he wants to team, but very shortly after that, the Watchers directly tell him to back off but don’t explain why. So, instead of teaming with Scar, he immediately asks Cleo and Etho if he can stay with them because they’re the closest to Scar since they’re family. The two recognize that Grian’s still pining for Scar, and they try to come up with ways they can help Grian and Scar.

[hargrove-brainrot]

HOOOOOOEY

it’s been ages since i posted. i haven’t written hardly at all. but hey, sh!t happens.

i thought i’d give y’all a 🔥spicy🔥 little billy headcanon since he’s still on my mind (and probably won’t be leaving).

as i said, 🔥SPICY🔥. so if you aren’t into that then run along smh

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so we know that billy’s a rough and tough man, right? and he’s definitely that way in bed. he loves making you scream and cry out for him.

billy would seem determined and rough on the outside, HOWEVER…

in his mind, he is absolutely SWOONING. specifically by your noises. your whimpers and whines to him are like little kitten meows. and GOD does he adore them.

he won’t admit it right away because he’s too damn stubborn.

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do with that what you will 🧍‍♀️

kachowwwww 💅

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Masterpost try #368

last updated: 19.4.2024

Tags :

#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #ref #reference #photography — im forgetting some...

Art Blog @mandoart

A03 (being revised)

Art trade, Requests: Ask ✧*｡

Commissions: Not Yet ₍ - ̫-₎.｡

Fave LIs in no order bc why not :

Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)

Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)

Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)

Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Danse (Fallout 4)

Torian, Aric (Swtor)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav, Darius (Lovestruck)

Asra, Julian (The Arcana)

Chris, Andvari, Liod (Romance Club)

Cole (Blush Blush)

Hanzo (My Ninja Destiny)

Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)

Virion (Oathbreaker)

Hanzo (Nightshade)

Raze (Demonheart)

James (Tailor Tales)

Zhu (Relics of the Lost Age)

Preston (Tin Star)

Toshio, Jun (Samurai of Hyuga)

Mason, Adam (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Lady Argent, Herald (Fallen Hero)

all 3 of them Laurent (Perfumare WIP)

Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)

Orion, G, Seven (Infamous WIP)

Playlists :

Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)

Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)

Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)

Shepherds of Haven WIP IF

Infamous WIP IF Band

Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)

Torian Cadera (SWTOR)

Some of my OCs/MCs :

*Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther

Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna

Elnara 'Ellie' Krymsky (Saints Row) #oc: ellie

'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect Trilogy) #oc: lia

Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina

*Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins #oc: ayka

Aisha Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aisha

Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora

*Berra H'akan (my first bounty hunter, cathar, Mandalorian by birth, daughter of Clan H'akan's chieftain, Danyal) #oc: berra

Alma Ethelwulf (Star Ward the Old Republic, Zabrak Jedi Knight) #oc: alma

*'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino

Kartili (Kelborn) 'Solus' (Swtor, Twi'lek ex-Mandalo Republic Smuggler) #oc: kartili

Cattie Pallas (Swtor, Cathar Jedi Consular) #oc: cattie

*Emija 'Prizrak' (Swtor, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija

*Eos Eremenko surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, various other interactive fiction, Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the Titan with the same name) #oc: eos

*Ela Anka (The Arcana, Fictif & Choices stories + the MC of the WIP work Perfumare:Amalgam) #oc: ela

*Eve Mac Diarmada (Obey Me, Nightbringer & my interpretation of Eve herself) #oc: eve

* main or more developed ocs™

Others :

Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also the father of Berra) #clan h'akan

Star Wars Clan Strillir (also my Mandalorian clan on Werda, led by Sidar Strillir) #clan strillir

ASOIAF House Dawnbreak (a semi-noble household) here

Cultist Simulator (Follower) OC here

My Writing :

Homecoming, gen but Lucifer being Lucifer (OBEY ME)

My Moodboards, Edits :

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC TEMPLATE

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 1

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 2

ALAIN RICHTER MOODBOARD

[annwhiskers]

Art school Portfolio project 1

Please, Go Home

Art school didn't end up happening for me (I'm going to do something completely different and more secure, and keep art and writing for myself for fun), so I thought I’d share my portfolio projects here.

Buckle up, this'll be long as fuck.

This is a story I’d been working on for years, since 2018. I’d rewritten it several times, until in 2023, I got the chance to come up with my own project at design school. Immediately, I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted to make this story into a real book. And I wanted to make it all by hand, cause bookbinding seemed cool to try.

I had to come up with 2 ideas to do.

Translation:

Subject 1

Book. Specifically a novel (written by me). I want to make illustrations of the characters, design the inside (text and design thingies and everything), design the cover. Print and bind it myself. Illustrations of the characters are in it, I’ll try to finish as many as possible, but I probably won’t be able to finish all of them. Then I’ll leave blank pages in and stick the remaining illustration in later. (I did finish them all, so I didn’t need to do this.)

Why? I love books. I read them a lot and I’ve been writing for years. Now I want to make a professional looking book myself. And of course I love to draw, I want to incorporate that too. I’d like to have completely handmade versions of the books I’ve written. I’d like to learn bookbinding.

Subject 2

Graphic novel. I want to learn to tell a story visually. And I want to experiment with color more.

Why? I like to read graphic novels. I want to tell and draw stories, and get better with color.

A mood board of what I wanted, I chose the book.

Translation:

Inside book

Physical book

Character illustrations

Little drawings

Dust jacket

Translation:

Little drawings

Inspiration

Finished product

Why? The main character writes and doodles in a journal. When he’s anxious or his head is full, he doodles a certain type of pattern to calm down. More of the design of the book is based on this. He also sometimes draws little things that he likes.

Translation:

Inside

Fonts

Novels always have a serif font as the standard. Standard book font: Adobe Garamond Pro.

Other than that, I want to use quite a lot of different fonts that resemble handwriting for the chapter titles. The titles are quotes from a character in the chapter, each has their own font as their voice or handwriting. Sometimes, the characters write too, that’s also in their own font.

[A list of fonts.]

Preparations

I made parent-pages for each type of spread that I needed. One with only text, one with an illustration and the start of a chapter, and 2 with only the start of a chapter on either side of the spread. And I made a bunch of paragraph-styles for all the types of text that I needed. I have 2 sections, 1 for the front matter, 1 for the rest.

Translation:

Final product

Here are a few spreads, I won’t show all of them, because that’s 308 of them.

Here I have a spread with an illustration, a basic page with a little drawing in it, and a regular chapter opening where I use one of the other fonts for the title. The titles are quotes, and the font shows who said it.

Translation:

Cover

Research

Adult Fantasy Romance. What’s already out there? (Put a bunch of YA there, but whatever)

I want illustrated, probably with characters. Detailed or silhouette.

Sketches

Colour

Translation:

Final product

Color choice. In the end, this is the illustration I went for. I showed the two bigger color choices from the last page to a friend, she said with the purple one, that the characters nicely sprung out of the image because of the orange. But the green one was more relaxed. I thought the green one fit better with the vibes of the book, but I really like the purple one too. I ended up switching the colours of the text and the characters, so the characters sprung out like the purple one.

Subject. The twigs are around it, because one of the main characters (the right one) often draws them in his journal. They’re also there in the rest of the book, in his journal entries. He’s writing in it on the cover. Left, he’s reading a book, because he does that often, and others in his family do so too. The two shadows are their grandfathers, who also knew each other, which the main two don’t know. Those two have quite a bit of history.

Title. The story is about them meeting each other, and they’ve both been away from home for various reasons. They push each other to go back to their families, that’s why it’s called ‘Please, go home’.

Font. It’s one of the characters fonts, orange left. I wanted to use one of the main characters’ fonts, and I liked this one better.

Translation:

Dust jacket

I put a description on the back, quotes on the front flap, and normally there’s an ‘about the author’ on the back flap, but I didn’t feel like doing that, so I put a short text there to give more context to the book itself.

Sorry about the shitty quality of the next few.

Translation:

Character illustrations

Inspiration

Sketches

I sketched some poses I could use. Other than that, I’m not planning to sketch a lot, I’ve drawn all these characters before and I already have a good idea of what I want them to look like.

Style experiment

I tried something painty first, didn’t like it. After that, I experimented with the background. I didn’t want the colour to go all the way to the edge, because I didn’t want to have to deal with bleed and trimming. In the end, I didn’t give the background any colour, except black and white lines, as you can see in the final result. I liked the effect of only the character having colour.

Translation:

Rune

Earlier drawings

Sketches

Final product

In the book, it’ll be greyscale.

(All the next few have the same text except the characters names, so I won’t translate again. Except if I did add some text somewhere.)

Translation:

And with this, all the illustrations are done. I'm not super happy with all of them, but I did my best to make them all unique and recognizable. And within 4 weeks. I'm happy with it.

Translation:

Physical book

Research

Binding. At first, I thought about doing a standard case-binding, a standard hardcover book. But after watching some tutorials, I realised that's quite complicated and requires supplies that I couldn't easily get. I continued searching and found crisscross-binding or secret Belgian binding. It resembles a standard hardcover book, but you barely have to glue, you need less supplies, and it's easier for beginners. It looks cool, it's sturdy, but also flexible.

Paper and size. A5 size, then I don't have to trim and printing is easy. A4 folded. A4 cream novel paper, I want it to look as professional as I can. It's not the best paper for illustrations, but it does work, I've seen it in other books.

Material. I bought everything I need at an art store in the city, except the paper. I ordered that online.

Practice. As a try-out, I made a small book of printer paper and used watercolour paper. It went well, except that i didn't sew the pages to the spine properly.

Translation:

Final product

Printing

I put my printer at home in my room. First, I tried on standard printer paper if the printer did what I wanted it to do. Which it didn't. It couldn't print double-sided. But with Acrobat, I printed booklets. First only the front, then the back. So I managed to do it.

After successfully printing one booklet on the standard paper(left), I started printing the whole book on the cream paper. Within 1,5 hours, I printed the whole book, 19 booklets. Together with the testing, it took me about 2 hours.

I pressed the pages underneath my cutting mat with two bricks. I left it there for about a day.

Translation:

Cover

I cut the front and back cover out of cardboard, then covered it with linen paper. I drew a twig on it with ink and a brush. Then I poked holes in it for the sewing.

Here, I made the spine 2cm wide, which I thought would be enough. It was not. I'll get back to that. I covered the spine in linen paper, too.

I sewed the cover together, I followed a tutorial on YouTube. Then i glued the end papers on.

Translation:

Binding & Dust jacket

I poked holes (in the booklets) for the sewing, then I started sewing the paper to the cover.

When I'd sewn 6 out of the 19 booklets onto the cover, I was already halfway along the spine and I realised this wasn't going to fit. I undid all the sewing and remade the spine. This time 3cm.

The new spine was still a bit too small, even though I thought I'd exaggerated it a bit. The book doesn't close properly. But I refused to redo everything again, so I just accepted it. It was better after pressing it for a day. I didn't trim the edges, that was very difficult with the pages already bound into the book. I quite like the untrimmed edges.

I folded the dust jacket around it and pressed it, so it'd keep it's shape. And now the book is done. The paper of it smudges very easily. A little bit of dust on it and it won't come off. That's a bit disappointing. (Now a year later, it also isn't lightfast whatsoever. It stood in a dark corner of my bookshelf nowhere near the sun and the spine turned yellow. I guess I now know why covers have protective coatings on them. Which I didn't have the option for.)

Translation:

FINAL final product

Reflection

This project was the most fun thing I did at this school. I've always wanted to do this and it's awesome I can now hold my own book in my hands. The binding was fun to learn, but also a challenge. Not everything went perfectly, like i said earlier. But now I've can learn from those mistakes. I'm quite impressed with myself that I managed to do this in this time. I wasn't sure I could do it. But i did dedicate every moment of free time I had to this.

(I did all of this in 5 weeks. All the teachers doubted me, that it was too much work, and just told me good luck. And I said "Watch me." Autistic hyperfocus activated.)

(The second paragraph isn't important, just a short description of the last discussion I'd had with my teacher about this.)

Awful picture, sorry.

This is the final presentation I had at school for this, and this is where it stops for the school projects side of this. But it continues.

After this, I didn't touch it for a few months. Then I let a friend read it (digitally) and processed her feedback into the book afterwards. Then I published it on Amazon.

This won't be the last time I do this. The whole process is really fun and fulfilling. And owning a real, published book that I wrote, illustrated and designed is awesome.

In case you're interested, click here to buy it.