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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years ago

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Getting Thrashed

Female Alpha Yandere x Male Omega Reader (CW: Noncon/dubcon, heat cycles, scent kink, pheromones, non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, NO mpreg, enslaved reader, conquered society, general yandere behavior, teasing, biting, claiming, space pirates) Word Count: 3.4k (WOW, sorry that took so long. I started off writing fast because I loved the idea then lost motivation halfway through. Hope you guys enjoy the second female yandere fic I have written and the first one I have written with smut. Also first fic I have written where the reader penetrates the yandere.)

Your day on the space colony of Nithyal started out like any other. You diligently did your assigned work of farming a wide array of essential foods for the colony.

It was pretty vigorous manual labor, but you didn't mind. You rather enjoyed the scent of fresh soil and ripe fruits.

And you were fairly compensated. Everyone was in Nithyal. After all, the colony was on the planet Solstan. And it wasn't called a paradise world for nothing. The weather was agreeable, there were few dangerous animals, and everyone lived harmoniously. No homelessness, no corruption, no hunger, no violence. You were very grateful to live in such a place.

Especially since you were an omega.

Many generations ago, human fertility was greatly diminishing. In a bid to save the species, there were numerous fertility experiments.

One of the most extreme experiments that altered human DNA and psychology the most resulted in two new variants of humans: Alphas and Omegas.

They were both given extreme fertility, but what good is being fertile if you just end up with a barren partner?

So they were both given heightened olfactory senses, with omegas being given genes to produce pheromones that alphas were attracted to and vice versa.

They were also capable of quickly forming intense bonds with their romantic/sexual interests.

But the biggest difference from unaltered humans was that alphas entered ruts and omegas had heats. These periods of ultra high libido were to make sure they were compelled to procreate.

The gene editing was not without unintended consequences.

Alphas tended to be larger, stronger, and more aggressive than normal people, and omegas had a tendency to be smaller and a bit more submissive.

Alphas also tended to be possessive and jealous, even going so far as almost always needing to mark their mate with a permanent bite.

These behavioral concerns lead to the discontinuation of the program. Specifically, concerns about omegas maintaining their agency when faced with such forceful alphas that could easily sniff them out.

Human fertility was restored through more refined gene editing later, with suppressants being developed for the humans already altered and their descendants so they could mask themselves.

Heats and ruts were only partly suppressed, though and it wasn't too hard for someone to discover who was an omega when their life was put on hold in a predictable pattern once every few months.

It wasn't ideal, since most people hated such altered humans.

But Nithyal was different. Everyone just cared about each other and didn't bother with any judgement.

There was no better place in the galaxy.

That was... until the dark day that a pirate fleet came from the deepest reaches of known space to upend everything.

They were called The Eternal Eclipse. And they certainly eclipsed any joy you found in Nithyal.

Your people tried to mount a defense, fighting bravely with the few ships and ground to air weapons that were available, but given their numbers there was no chance of victory.

Your colony was pretty isolated from the rest of civilization so once conquered there was little chance of liberation.

They quickly killed or at least maimed anyone who tried to fight back or organize a rebellion.

The colonists had become little more than slaves.

Many continued the hard labors they had before, with more demand to support the new ruling population, others were forced into personal servitude for the higher up pirates, and a decent chunk of the population became personal fuck toys.

At first, when the pirates had gathered up all of the colonists to assign them their fates, you were mercifully going to continue the work that you had already been doing.

But unfortunately you somehow caught the eye of Thrash and for some reason she had taken a liking to you. So instead of cultivating plants, you were forced to be by her side all day as a simple servant. This probably wouldn’t have been too bad if the violent leader didn’t happen to be, against all odds, an alpha.

You had never met one before but you could tell right away. Her scent, her attitude, the fact that she was larger and stronger than most adult men. She had hair like fire and an energy and attitude to match.

At first you were worried that she had pegged you for an omega, but she gave no indication that she knew. You were in constant fear that your omega nature would be discovered. It wasn't unheard of for omegas to be brutally raped, sold to far off black markets, or even just outright killed. Surely if she had known you wouldn’t just be a personal slave.

It seemed that your suppressants were enough to completely hide yourself from her, and you had a huge supply of them. Though you knew for a fact that once your heat started, your pheromones would poke through. And you’d also be rather horny. Maybe you could feign illness and cover yourself in perfume?

That was probably your best bet. Though you hoped no one would notice that you got ill like clockwork. Luckily you still had plenty of time until your next heat.

Working for Thrash wasn’t too physically demanding, you just had to clean up after her, prepare meals, and do little odd tasks like deliver a note or something to one of her subordinates. You actually got a lot of down time between tasks… though you always had to stay nearby in case Thrash needed something.

The overworked farmers would have surely enjoyed such a relatively cushy work detail, but it was absolute hell for you. It was like walking on eggshells, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Thrash hadn’t treated you poorly, never hit you. But you had no idea how an omega would be treated.

It was especially scary when she decided to tease you, just because she enjoyed watching you squirm.

When she licked your neck in the cafeteria in front of all her dining pirate crew she cackled at how your face turned red and you got as still as a statue as your brain shut down. You were terrified that she could smell or even taste the omega on your skin.

Thrash didn’t really know why but something in her made her love flustering you. She just couldn’t help it. She had always enjoyed making men uncomfortable or putting them in their place, but you were a bit different. It wasn’t like it was with her male pirate colleagues, where she strove to be the best and made them obey her. No, this was different, seeing your face turn red made her hungry for more.

One night she dismissed you with a smack on the ass and let you go to bed while she stayed up drinking with her best buddies. You felt humiliated and rushed off to your room, which was one that was in the house she had claimed for herself in case she needed you for something she wanted you close by. You were really like a live-in maid.

You tidied up a few things before washing up and going to bed, still embarrassed about having your butt touched in public. Despite that you managed to go to sleep pretty quickly.

Though a few hours later a very drunk Thrash comes stumbling in drunk. You wake up with a jolt and nearly jump out of your bed as a strong arm wraps around your waste and firmly pulls you close.

“Mmm where ya goin cutie? Ya need to stay close to yer alpha!”

She lightly grinded into you for a moment, her crotch against your ass before stopping and nuzzling into your neck.

“Thr-Thrash… uh… I think you accident-”

She shushed you by licking your neck and nibbling a bit. You went still as stone. If she broke the skin the special enzymes in her alpha saliva would cause you to have a permanent mark. Fortunately that didn’t happen, instead remaining content with sloppy kisses, sucking, and gentle nibbling.

You couldn’t help but let out a series of little whimpering moans at the sensation. You also became aware of just how nice she smelled. So dominant. Kinda… safe…

She chuckled at your noises.

“Haha, you’re practically a tiny defenseless omega!”

That made you shake the thoughts and distractions from your mind. This woman was not safe. She stole your home and turned you into a glorified slave. If she knew what you were she’d sell you to the highest bidder!

Luckily after that comment she had passed out in a drunken stupor.

You managed to extricate yourself from her grasp before scrambling to get to the restroom. You had to double check to make sure that the bites that Thrash had so kindly applied to your neck had not broken the skin, luckily they hadn’t.

But you still looked absolutely horrible. Your neck was covered in little hickeys, your hair was a mess, and you were so shaky from the rude awakening that you could barely stand.

Something about looking so debauched made your cock hard. Maybe it was because you had her alpha stink all over you or maybe it was something to do with the bites all over your neck. Maybe it was just because you weren’t used to the attention.

It didn’t matter why the result was the same, you had to do something about this almost painful arousal. And the scent that clung to you.

As you got in the shower you gave your cock the attention it was demanding, thinking filthy and shameful thoughts about Thrash. You tried to pleasure yourself to other thoughts but your mind kept drifting back to the oppressor of your people and the way she smelled as she bit and drooled all over your neck.

You couldn’t spill until you imagined her leaving a permanent claiming bite on your neck.

After your shower you felt dirtier than you had before you got in. You reminded yourself that you hated Thrash and that she and her crew had done to upend the lives of you and your people. It wasn’t your fault she made you aroused. What omega wouldn’t have been after that?

After you got dressed and left the bathroom you wrapped your spare blanket around you and slept in the chair in the corner of the room, you would have rather not been in the same room as the drunk alpha, but you had nowhere else you could go.

When Thrash woke up she found you sleeping soundly in the room and it took her a moment to realize she wasn’t in her room. She must have kicked you out of your bed. She did feel kinda bad about it, but she figured you would live. She was the one with the massive headache.

She went back to her quarters, leaving you to sleep a bit longer.

When you woke up you found her, thankfully gone, you wrapped a scarf around yourself to hide your neck, the weather was cool lately so no one should give a second thought to you wearing one. Then you left to start your day of servitude as you did everyday.

Unfortunately for you, you had to accompany her as she went on one of the landed ships to see what the problem was with it since she had originally been a mechanic and engineer. It was very hot in the engine room.

“How are you wearing that scarf? It’s so hot in here.” The heat wasn’t the only problem you were dealing with, she was sweating and only wearing a tank top, allowing her musk to practically smother you.

It didn’t really take all that long for you to get more than a bit dizzy and flustered. And once you were, it took even less time for Thrash to notice, she often kept an overprotective eye on you, though you had rarely noticed.

She came stomping over and looked down at you.

“I told you it was too hot for that! You’re gonna get sick dumbass! Take it off and let’s go outside for some fresh air.”

You fidgeted under her gaze and mumbled that you were okay.

When you didn’t take it off immediately she growled, jerked you over to her, and yanked it off of you.

She stared wide-eyed at your neck, not remembering having put the marks there herself the night before. And she was fucking livid.

“When the fuck did you hook up with someone, you fucking slut!? You belong to ME and I didn’t give you any permission for that shit!”

The enraged alpha slapped you hard across the cheek, making you yelp and stumble to the ground. You were sobbing and could scarcely manage to croak any words out.

“I-i d-d-didn’t l-let anyone d-do-”

Had one of her men defiled you against your will? Defiled HER slave?

“Tell me who did it!! I’ll cut their dick off and shove it up their own ass!”

Her eyes were like a cats, narrow slits. Your naturally submissive instincts told you to put your head down and obey anything the near feral alpha might demand of you.

“Y-you were dr-dr-drunk and b-bit me last night…”

Tears were leaking down your face. If you had not been on suppressants your scent would surely be one of fear mixed with pheromones to calm down this beast.

That’s right, she had woken up with a bad hangover in your room...

Thrash stared at you, at this tiny crying man in front of her, crying and terrified. She felt awful, and she didn’t often feel bad about her actions. She was a pirate, but for some reason she just didn’t like seeing you suffer at all. Certainly not because of her.

“Fuck… I’m… sorry…” She managed to say as she knelt down and rubbed your back.

“I really have no memory of last night...”

The large powerful woman picked you up easily, with your head nuzzled into her neck, crying into her.

“C’mon crybaby, let’s get you cooled off, I’ll deal with this engine later~”

She carried you carefully back to your room in the housing building, collecting odd looks as she did, which she quickly got rid of with a glare each time.

Thrash placed you into your bed and felt your head with the back of her hand. Despite not having the scarf, having been exposed to the cool outside air on the way over here, and now being in an air conditioned room you were hotter than ever.

Your mind was getting foggier and when she left to go get a cool rag and some medicine from the bathroom you finally realized why you were so hot. You were entering heat. The neck stimulation and all of Thrash’s dominant behavior over you must have somehow triggered an early one.

You had to leave before she came back and smelled it. It would only be a matter of moments before the smell broke through your suppressants.

Something in your brain was telling you to just stay there and let your alpha come back and take care of you, but the other much more grounded in reality part of your brain was telling you you had to hide in a utility closet somewhere and deal with the consequences of your absenteeism later. Better than being sold off or raped by every pirate who wants to try out an omega.

Right then you really wished suppressants just completely eliminated heats completely instead of just diluting them a bit.

Right after you had that thought Thrash entered the room and saw you standing by the door, you saw her hand had a bottle of pills. Though her search in your medicine cabinet yielded no fever reducers she found something else hidden away under your sink. Your suppressants.

And then your scent hit her. It was dulled by your medication, but she was an alpha unused to omega pheromones in any capacity.

She growled low and her pupils were like slits as her stare bored into you angrily.

“You’re MY property! And you’re keeping secrets from ME!?”

Before you could stumble out the door she charged at you, picked you up and slammed you down on the bed a bit harder than she had intended. You looked away, unable to meet her domineering and angry gaze. Your only response was to instinctively whimper in submission to placate her rage.

Thrash sniffed you, inhaling your scent from your underarm to your neck. You leaned your head over to give her easier access and show that you submitted to her will. You were terrified and she could certainly smell it.

Some of her drool dripped onto your neck as she hovered above it, licking you tentatively to calm you down. She was going to bite you and make you into her personal fuck toy and mate, she was mad that you had hidden your nature from her, but she would never hurt you.

Thrash sucked and nibbled at the gland in your neck, with you gracing her ears with a new whimpering gasp or moan each time she touched the sensitive spot.

Your terror evaporated quickly, replaced by heat fueled desire. And if you were honest with yourself maybe not all of the yearning was born from your heat.

The lust filled alpha couldn’t help but inhale your scent over and over, it was literally a drug for her. She had already wanted to fuck you into oblivion even before she got a whiff of you in heat, but now there was no stopping herself. Already she couldn’t wait to drink in your smell during your next heat when your suppressants were out of your system.

She made a mental note to flush them after this.

The pirate rubbed your crotch, palming at your erection, getting you even more aroused before she bit your neck. Hard. Her fangs pumping into you something that would make you smell claimed to any other alphas and leaving a large permanent hickey on that portion of your neck.

You moaned out loud in painful pleasure, arching your back and thrusting your clothed arousal into her hand.

Thrash licked your bleeding wound and then turned her attention to your cock and her own pleasure.

You could only stare and writhe in need as she pulled away from you and took off her clothes.

“Gimme a second, I just need to get our clothes off!”

It was the first time you had seen her breasts. You were in awe of this figure above you. So strong and assertive. So beautiful. A perfect partner.

To her you were the beautiful one. So sweet and pretty and perfect put in your place below her.

She practically ripped your clothing off and buried herself back in your neck as she brought herself down on you, enveloping your entire length in the warmth of her cunt. Her hands pushed down your shoulders as she rode you.

Your pleasured moans mixed with her grunts and growls as she fucked you until you saw stars. Your first orgasm was really quick, and was not nearly enough for either of you. Another perk of heats, insatiable libido.

With each of her downward movements you thrust upwards, desperate to get as deep as possible, the scent of her aroused pheromones combined with your heat making you absolutely unable to care about anything else.

You didn’t care that she had conquered your people or that she controlled them. In this state it only made her stronger in your eyes. A more suitable mate. You wanted to fill her up with so many babies.

The sex lasted hours, until the both of you were too sore to keep moving. It finally ended with you clinging to her and using her tits as a pillow with her arm wrapped around your protectively.

When the fog of pheromones and heat left your brain you were horrified by what had happened. But if you weren’t owned by her before, the new mark on your neck meant you certainly were now, and she would never let you go.

#Female Yandere x Male Reader #Male Reader #yandere omegaverse #Yandere a/b/o #Yandere scenarios #Alpha Female x Omega Male Reader #Omega Male Reader #yandere girlfriend #My OCs #My OC Thrash

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tiarpopdind · 24 days ago

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Art evolution !!!!!!

Thank you for the tag @syaolaurant

I tag @stein0806 @accio-bagel @ccelicaa @xmdart and of course anyone and everyone who would like to share their art journey!!

I've been a doodler my whole life. Gained sentience and the first thing I did was draw LOL

Unfortunately I was raised in a typical Strict(Asian) household and mom wasn't very supportive of my silly hobby... so I don't have any childhood art documented 😭

I do remember filling up all my notebooks and textbooks with sketches though!! My family probably thought I ate all the paper as a kid with how much they had to restock my supplies hahaha

Anyways.

Middleschool (2015 - 2016)

My dad bought me an Ipad Mini 2. Life changing. I never looked back.

I still have it with me, though it's probably super dead at this point, but I remember him saying I could try out digital art with it and I almost burst into tears LMAO Soo it's a sentimental item to me. I'll never get rid of it.

I tried all art programs possible back then, Medibang, Procreate, IbisPaint, Autodesk, etc you name it 😼😼

I was also a finger artist for the longest time, that's why I have endless respect for those who still draw with their fingers digitally. You guys have the patience of a god.

Highschool (2016 - 2018)

Still an Ipad artist, and I was confident enough to post my art on social media. Guess which platform it was ...

It was Wattpad 💀💀💀 i nuked the account because of cringe but I remember getting 100K+ reads on 2 of my books and wow did it do wonders to my ego 😭👍

A little bit of traditional art here and there too!!!

College (2019)

A life-altering event happened around this time. I was so depressed and stressed out and busy I had no motivation to draw. I bought my first pen tablet but I didn't touch it for months, my Ipad was also left to gather dust.

I did do a little bit of traditional art however!! Was super into inking around this time 😌

COVID (2020 - 2021)

Finally picked up my tablet and purchased Clip Studio Paint!! I'd draw everyday!!! That was because... I joined a fandom that was so cursed it revived my passion for art but also made me never want to have an online presence ever again 💀 (mcyttwt)

I also tried out gouache for the first time!! It was so fun xD

Employed (2021 - now)

Inspiration comes and goes. I only really see drawing as a hobby now, sorta like an escape after spending all my time at work.

HL definitely keeps me inspired though!!! I've been having so much fun experimenting with all the comics and paintings! I love that there's a story to tell behind every artwork I made xD

And that's it!!! I wish I had more to share!! I guess that just means I need to work harder and draw more LOLOL

Thank you for reading and supporting my silly hobby, by the way!!! It means so much to me 🫶💜💜💜💜💜💜

#tiars art #tag game #art evolution

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rainbowpopeworld · 23 days ago

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My first ever work in progress post😊

Image key (left to right and top to bottom): 1. final(ish?) face drawing 2. reference photo, zoomed in 3. through 5. different phases with the earlier further down 6. an apple that I first tried this technique on 7. full reference photo

So! I decided to experiment with a new technique for drawing on procreate. Basically, I am just drawing little blobs of color for each tiny color difference and then smudging them together where they meet. Kind of like paint by numbers but no guidelines other than the still photo itself.

That means for all of these, except for the most recent one that looks the most finished, I was still effectively tracing. For the final one, I was looking at the photo and then adjusting the shading myself without a guideline. It’s obviously a lot more time intensive then just tracing the outlines of things 😂😅 but now I have proof of concept for myself. I initially started trying this with an apple but then my ADHD got a bit bored so I switched to Aziraphale.

I am learning a lot about color and shading! I do not know if I’m gonna have the patience to try this technique with the wings though 😂 When I’m done, I will post the finished product and the time lapse video of what I did. It’s gonna be really long though because this has a lot of individual strokes. Maybe I’ll be able to figure out how to shorten it or only show part of it.

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens fanart #my art #i am astonished and also proud #gomens*#ineffable*#yes this is probably Aziraphale‘s O face #or one of them I guess #go fanart

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buggie-3ldritch · 5 months ago

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‘Megatron twirls his remaining sword, bringing it up to his other servo to inspect the edge for a moment before he drops it.

“I have to admit, I’m impressed you managed to execute that maneuver. It’s been aeons since I’ve faced an opponent with such an exciting level of tenacity.”

He swings his blade around in another flourished arc, ending with the tip pointing right at Optimus faceplates and his other servo spread far as if in invitation.

“Now then, let us see how long you can continue to hinder my efforts.”’

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Every Broken (Spark) Survived

Just I small doodle sketch I did on the high of posting my latest oneshot. Also known as using my hyperfixation as a reason to practice more with artistic areas I’m uncomfy with, such as perspective extremes, and really just poses in general lol. I’m also still tuning myself in to Procreate as a program and attempting pieces directly on the app, as opposed to refining my physical sketches. Overall experimenting with my artstyle.

But yeah! The fic! As I mentioned in my notes, my poor brain has been leapfrogging between Transformers:Prime and Transformers:Animated for the past few weeks and it’s making it exceedingly difficult to focus on just one continuity. I’m trying to reign in my wild brainworms by permitting them the room to express themselves as needed.

Soooo, while I’m currently struggling with how to end my next chapter of Raise My Head, I decided to write this up. Based on a crazy idea I got at 3am. Overall premise is that Optimus secretly caught Megatron’s attention early on in the series, it’s just that Megatron does not permit showing anyone what he’s thinking. This is because A) strategic advantage of keeping the enemy confused and in this specific instance B) it’s funny to see how pissed off little Autobots get when you act dismissive towards them. Of course now Optimus has successfully done something that has the Decepticon Lord openly declaring his attention, maybe he should have tried a bit less hard…

Anyway! This is just a oneshot- for now! I already have a few comments asking about my ideas for if this little spinoff continues, or course that means I’ll have ANOTHER wip to tuck under my belt, but at this point I’ve given up on judging myself. It’s whatever makes me happy and does give my mental health good vibes. 🤷🏼

I hope anyone who reads this far is doing well and will continue to do so. Stay strong and stay by those who empower you! And have a great existence! 💙

#my art #transformers animated #tfa optimus prime #tfa megatron #tfa fanfiction #my fanfiction

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darknessisafriend · 7 months ago

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NSFW alphabet with all the letters for Abbe, pretty please 🥺? That priest has a firm grip on my soul 😭😭

And here you go! than you for your request <3 this NSFW is extra special it was written in collab with my best friend @galos-writing , it's a nice exercise to get back to writing and it will also give them more visibilty^^ so please, I hope you will enjoy, looking forward to your review !

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The Abbé would be cheesier than usual: he smiles, cups your face, his eyes wet from pleasure and the feelings he holds for you. He would worship your body by covering it in blissful kisses, his fingers tracing your sensitive curves. Then, he would stand up, goosebumps forming on his skin as he leaves your warmth; but he would come back as fast as he left, a damp towel in hand to clean you. You can’t help but notice his gaze on your body shifting to desire again. He could not help it, he had deprived himself of pleasure for so many years. However, he was usually rather good at keeping himself under control, most of the time going to get you a snack in the kitchen. And other times where…well…let’s say he would need to do a second round of cleaning.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

François’ favorite body parts are actually his fingers, a tool he uses constantly as a priest, hands that should be pure, to pray, to bless. But they were not so much anymore, to him it remained sacred, with his fingers that provided blessings, he would trace your body, memorize it, feel your warmth, your wetness, give you pleasure by inserting his holy fingers inside you, giving you a blissful release worthy of Heaven.

As for the favorite body part of his partner, the Abbe would love the chest/breast, a soft spot to snuggle against while cuddling. And one most interesting spot when making love, he would rather enjoy our heartbeat pulsing against his lips, your nipples erecting in arousal as he nibbles them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

The Abbé’s religious beliefs are mirrored by his sexual habits too. Catholicism doesn't allow men to waste their seed. He's a fearful man of God, loyal to His teachings, respects as much as he can this command, that's why he feels extremely guilty every time you two make love with no intention to procreate, a bit less when he masturbates. He would exhale a brief prayer every time he ejaculates by himself.

When he's with you, François tries to finish in your mouth every time, to “avoid wasting it”, he says. But that's not the only reason: he finds it extremely hot, the sight only of that turns him on all over again in a heartbeat.

When he can't finish in your mouth, he pulls out so he can cum on your body. As a priest, his person is sacred, he thinks, including his seed. He likes to think that by cumming on your skin, he would bless you with the (un)holiest thing he has. And damn him, what a sight you are…

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is pansexual. He has been his whole life, and when he was in Monastery to educate himself for sacerdotal life, he used to masturbate in the confessional. Prohibition allowed his mind to grow extremely curious of the pleasures of flesh. He would often fantasize about fellow seminarists of his.

Now that he's out of Monastery, he has kept his habit of masturbating in the confessional, yet it's way more rare than in his youth.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The Abbé has little to no experience about intimacy. Before you, he had only experienced self-pleasure, and the rest of his knowledge in the field is from what he reads.

Behind his wise sermons about virtue and purity and his allegedly strong beliefs of moral integrity, François hides a wildly curious mind and an unstoppable inclination to sin. He wouldn’t just put away his writings from the Marquis, he would read them thoroughly, many times to the point he would surprise his partners by his skills.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

With a female/feminine featured partner: the Abbé shows a more dominant and fervent behavior towards you, but also loves to worship your sensual body. If there's something he loves more than having sex with you is watching you from above. In the fullest of his passion, he would beg you to sit on his face and let him worship you.

With a male/masculine featured partner: he would get more provocative, dirty minded. If he tops he would be commanding, loving to see you on your knees, his cock in your mouth, his calm and innocent voice guiding your pace. If he bottoms, he would play innocent while crawling on all fours with his ass up, feline, licking his lips. He would then realize the morning after the indecent way he behaved with you, wondering if he had gone crazy and feeling guilty for what he had done, but at the same time thrilled to do it again.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The Abbé is very serious when it’s about intimacy with you. He had been especially very flustered the first time and he would get a little clumsy, he would rather apologize than laugh about it. He is unsure at first, which you find very fun to use as a way to tease him about later, only to regret ever teasing him for that.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes, François does take great care of his person, it is important to present himself nicely if he wants funds from benefactors and support from politicians. On the more intimate side, he takes just as much care of himself, he grooms his body hair a bit but does leave it natural. After all he didn’t intend to ever get intimate in the first place, but he does now, he thinks that since God gave us body hair, there is no shame or dirtiness in keeping it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic or rough/dirty.)

He is quite rough in his manners and impatient, but his eyes show deep tenderness within the burning flames of desire. He does have that bipolarity in him, the way he struggles to control his movements, his pulsion by pulling on your hair, giving a rough push inside you, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck…he makes you go crazy every time, especially as he speaks, he sounds like a succubus, his voice so gentle and soft even while saying the unholiest words.

J = Jack off (Do they masturbate and how often)

When the Abbé was in his first years of seminary, he rejected the idea of masturbating when a fellow told him about it before being punished after being discovered. But once he tried it once, he couldn’t stop. As an adult, he does it more often than he wants to admit, often in periods that are particularly stressful. However, his personal sexual sphere got more interesting once his mind discovered later the pleasure of retaining himself a bit, resisting his impulses when provoked.

One day, he had an anxiety attack, thinking he was losing the path of the Light and flogged himself to beg God for forgiveness. And, oh, what a pleasure it was, to feel his flesh tormented by the whip, drinking in the feeling of his skin wounded and bleeding. He ended up cumming in his trousers after the twentieth flog, not knowing how to feel about it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The Abbé would discover he got quite a few kinks, and not always the most common ones. First, he does have a short stamina from forbidding himself the pleasures of the flesh for so long. He would discover edge play, how to delay his climax, and often request to be played with as a reminder of the slow agony of forbidden pleasures. He would also casually discover praise kink, he who craved the approval of his peers for so many years.

If he had been a bad boy, he wouldn’t mind being punished for his naughty attitude, loving as you slap his face or yank his hair. But that wouldn't be enough for him, he had learned in Monastery about relief through pain, so being scratched during the act is completely on the table, and especially flogging makes him so ecstatic.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

François’s desire and crave for warmth isn’t easy to stop sometimes, so you two would end up doing it in unusual places.

His favorite place to be intimate is and will always be a bedroom, his especially: he loves to cuddle you to sleep every time you two are intimate, and help you to dress back up (or even not, just falling asleep naked). Yet, if you two can’t be intimate in a bed, he also likes to have sex in the confessionary or on the altar but he will never admit it to you. Despite the fact that he makes it obvious, he doesn’t want you to find out his depraved nature, so he always denies loving to take you in that tight and intimate place of prayer.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

In general he would be attracted to kind heartedness, a gentle smile and soul, someone who would be turned towards helping others, that alone would make him melt. The Abbe would be very sensitive to the slightest intimacy, your fingertips brushing against his forearm would send goosebumps all over his body. Now if your fingers caressed his thighs, his whole body would tremble and his brows furrowed in a need he didn’t know he had. He would have a soft spot for his neck to be touched, kissed, your fingers massaging the back of his head. One thing that would make him obsessed with you is when you would play hard to get, requiring all his attention until he was deemed worthy of your charms; despite knowing that trick he would still love that love chase, encouraging him to improve as a lover everyday.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It’s not that the Abbe wouldn’t understand these practices but it was simply something he wouldn’t feel comfortable with: first of all humiliation is something he hated, he fought in his daily life for his patients and employees to be treated equal to him and when he faced people trying to shame them or himself, it pained him, so naturally it wouldn’t turn him on; t he would praise you during rather than humiliate you. Then, he wouldn’t be into mommy/daddy play, he had quite a nice childhood with his parents present enough for him until he chose ecclesiastical life. Then, he was never a parent and even if he acted as such with some patients, he would only be comfortable taking care of you tenderly if you regressed, but have a sexual play where you called him daddy? to him it would sound like something the Marquis would say to mock his ‘father’ position.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The Abbe would be more a giver than receiver; it was who he was, something who loved giving to people, including during sex. He simply felt so blessed to be able to be intimate that he would show it to you everyday. He would actually be great at oral sex, he would take mouthfuls of you, generous, hungry, dedicated to your entire pleasure, drinking your wetness and burying his tongue inside you.

Then, he wouldn’t be opposed to receiving oral, it would fluster him to no end, to the point he would be barely able to say a word during the act.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The Abbe is an eager man, and touch deprived so at first he would be quite fast at undressing, his kisses rough, famished. Even his hands wouldn’t be the most tender, gripping your hips and almost bruising them, his thrusts making his hips slap against your butt. However despite putting passion and lots of strength in his act, with time he would learn to make it last, enjoy being one with you for more than just a few minutes, feel the pleasure of delaying climax.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The Abbe would avoid them, he would be too worried to be caught and give a bad image. Such intimacy should remain in the bedroom as he said. But sometimes he wouldn’t be able to resist, especially as you would sit on the edge of his desk while chatting, your curves under his nose ‘Y/N if you please, lock the door, I wouldn’t want anyone disturbing our meeting’ he would ask innocently, putting down his quill and loosening the collar of his cassock, usually indulging into some mutual masturbation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Like to try new things etc.)

The Abbe wouldn’t be too much into experimenting, at least at first. It’s not that he wouldn’t be interested in something else than missionary, he was extremely curious about trying new things, thanks to the Marquis’ teasing. But he would feel too much shame to ask or attempt anything. Maybe later he would be more open to experiment but his lover usually would have to take the first step.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Well…as you know, the Abbe restrained himself sexually for many years, even masturbation was something he tried to resist. So naturally when it came to sex, he wouldn’t last long. The first time he made love, the poor boy came almost as he entered inside you. Now, you would need to implement together a way to slow things down, it would be clumsy and funny at first but then you would manage to find the right pace for you. What mattered the most for the Abbe was your pleasure, the own he gave you more than happily.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have toys, even if he did confiscate a few to the Marquis, he would often glance at them, wondering how it felt to use them, but in the end he would renounce, the Marquis he thought, corrupts his mind while he would be perfectly satisfied with what he already has with you. And anyway he was too proud to ask the Marquis how to use those toys, the man would laugh victorious for days.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The Abbe is a fair player so at first he wouldn’t understand the point of teasing, he would think of it as a mean act towards a dedicated lover. That until he would find out the effect it has on you, how you are longing for him, your pupils dilated, your hands clutching as he would satisfy you with the lightest touch. In the end, he would find that fascinating and tease you more often, studying every detail, every twitch of your body.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

François is quiet, he doesn’t want to get caught by anyone, he’s too scared that his depraved and perverted nature would come out. He could be so easily discovered buried between your legs. His lover’s moans resonating in the room are enough already. The Abbé noises are only for you to hear, he has those kinds of very soft, high pitched whimpers like the man he is. When he masturbates he bites his fist to muffle his moans, even more so as he cums.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He has many vivid wet dreams, always had since he was a teenager. At first he didn't know how to handle them, and he was very ashamed of it, crying and thinking of himself as a hopeless sinner but he would lowkey hope for the next night to have another wet dream, when he slept, this was when he was truly free.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The Abbé is quite random, like thin, but with a little belly pouch, he doesn’t work out and he is a gourmand, he always likes to eat a sweet snack in the afternoon. He wouldn’t have any tattoos or piercings as he found no interest in such exotic practices. As for his masculinity, well, let’s say he is blessed by God for your greatest joy and pain if he goes too eager. What a shame to be a priest and not use that gift.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Once the Abbé discovers the pleasures of the flesh, he wouldn’t be able to go back, years of deprivation lead to this constant thirst for more. Everyday and if possible several times a day he would need your attention, need to pleasure you, to memorize every detail, each noises coming out of your mouth. He wants to understand the pleasure he feels, and wonders if he would get tired of it, instead each time he grows more addicted to it.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

The Abbé would be so excited after sex he would struggle to fall asleep like a kid who ate too much sugar. His fingertips would trace your over sensitive body, while speaking sweet nothings together. And then he would be a lot into aftercare, he would be the one to watch you fall asleep, only then he would allow himself to sleep, cuddling you and kissing you protectively.

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sweet-self-indulgence · 9 months ago

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The Incubi and Femboy! Mika

Femboy! Mika

Is pretty exclusively into males, much to his father’s disappointment.

Father would be the kind of guy to try to punish the gay and the feminine out of his son

Taekwondo stems from a demand to become bigger and stronger. Mika tones and can’t bulk, but loves the art form

Cross-dresses for fun sometimes but prefers boymode for daily stuff.

The exception is panties. Mika loathes traditional male underwear and wears panties every day.

Is super into praise, both giving and receiving, and being teased in basically any sense.

Bottom preference

Thinks it’s hot. Loves the feeling. Simply floats his boat.

Capable of topping but in such a subordinate way. This boy cannot be dominant to save his life.

James

Doesn’t have much romantic or sexual experience with males. Was groomed to provide heirs to the throne so his sexual education and expectations were very procreation focused.

Gets off on using his height to intimidate and fluster Mika.

He says “That’s a good little boy”, Mika gets all flustered and suddenly they’re both rock hard

Has a bit of an ‘oh shit I might be into guys’ crisis because it had never really crossed his mind before.

Cue way too much research to compensate

He’s a top.

Definitely never bottomed in the demon world. Could be persuaded to try it, but it doesn’t really do it for him the same way. He likes being in control too much.

Erik

Equally experienced with lots of genders. His mother would have taught him to get energy from all kinds of demons.

But she viewed energy as something you take from someone else, so being penetrated as a male incubus was taboo.

He thinks gender bending clothing is super hot. Especially lacy and silky panties. He loves giving lingerie to Mika and seeing him wear it.

Slight top preference

Is much more comfortable with the social scripts he knows, and toping is no exception.

100% down to try it in the human world. He likes it a lot, but finds it very vulnerable. He would be so overstimulated. It takes a while for him to get comfortable bottoming regularly.

So yeah, bottoming comes with a lot of baggage for Erik so he defaults to top.

Sam

He definitely went through a bit of a slut phase in the demon world and would have some experience with male demons and bottoming for them.

Thinks Mika is super cute. Really bonds with him when he learns about his father’s pressures to be ‘man enough’

Sam is a big ‘ol sap for a sad story

But he is really into people who stand up for themselves.

Top preference

He’s honestly just not that into bottoming. He’s tried it, it’s fine, but is meh on the concept.

And let’s be real, Mika has a tiny frame, he’s not exactly packing the (literal!) monster schlong that Sam is used to.

If Sam’s going to bottom he wants to go hard and it’s going to require an order from Bad Dragon ; )

Matthew

He wouldn’t have had a ton of sexual experience in the demon world. The experience he has would be low commitment flings with a variety of partners.

He wasn’t of age for very long before he became invested in the human world.

Has more experience with humans

He likes being barely larger than Mika. It’s a pleasant hit to his ego.

Mika’s acceptance of his more feminine traits is super endearing and opens up a world for exploration for Matthew

Thinks gender bending is incredibly fun and trys out some GNC stuff.

He learned how to adjust his glamor to look female. Likes having breasts for the express purpose of having them played with during sex and then they go away again lol

He identifies as 100% male but gains a ton of confidence in seeing that male doesn’t have to be one specific thing

True vers

It really just depends on his and his partner’s mood. He’s down for whatever. Likes switching during sex a lot.

Damien

Didn’t really get to experience consensual sexual encounters in the demon world

His relationship with his own sexually it pretty fucked from it

That’s a separate post if y’all want some whump

Has had some experience with humans, but they’ve been pretty awkward for him.

He’s really into people who are into him. Mika’s hot guy radar is very loud in his head and Damien is super into the accidental flattery and how flustered Mika gets about it

Bottom.

One of the ways his sexuality is fucked up is that topping can be triggering for him

Also people’s minds tend to focus more on him when he’s bottoming

He basically gets off to the thought praise

#seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduceme #headcanon #incubrothers #femboy mika

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xxstarlighthazexx · 24 days ago

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Crushing On Casey Chapter 1

Author's Note!:

Welcome to my absolutely self indulgent reader insert fic. My head's been swimming with Alex Casey and I have consumed so many wonderful fics but there aren't as many Alan Wake fics like this out there as there should be so I wanted to create the one I wanted from my head. Reader has self insert aspects, I've tried to keep these minimal but essentially reader has pale skin, is chubby/curvy and hair long enough to pull, flow down shoulders.

I've included a little header I made in Canva for my tumblr as well as a simple oh deer diner divider I made in procreate and Canva, I plan on doing some nsfw art when I can too. I really want to mix this story in with the main AW2 story so I've sort of been doing that but also, this is a fanfiction so liberties must be taken and some people will be OOC sometimes, please forgive me!

At any rate, I hope you enjoy the story <3

MINORS DNI

SUMMERY:

After your heart was ripped out by an asshole of an ex and you feel you can't put it back together, you opt for a change in scenery, moving to the town of Bright Falls by your dad's suggestion. After landing a job at Oh Deer diner as a waitress and finding friendship in Rose Marigold you start to feel like you're healing again. But after a strange murder near Cauldron Lake brings two FBI agents to the diner, one being a handsome older man who makes your knees weak, you start questioning your no dating policy.

Your POV:

After a month of working at the oh deer diner you’d finally gotten the hang of things. Rose was your closest friend here and though she was a bit odd, you’d grown to love all her quirks and appreciated her help with settling into your new life at Bright Falls.

She even said she would be happy to start giving you shifts at the Valhalla Nursing Home if you’d like, for extra cash and some extra experience.

You’d moved here after a hard break up with an awful ex, who made you feel unloved, unattractive and unappreciated after so many years. Your dad encouraged the move so long as you came back to visit him every few months when you could. The midday sun seeped through the glass windows of the diner and many happy customers were enjoying the local coffee, pie and partaking in conversations about the upcoming deerfest which was in a few days. It was an interesting local event to say the least. You weren’t sure if you would be wearing a deer mask but you were curious about the floats people were designing.

“Hey can you take these to table 5?” Rose smiled, handing you a tray with two plates of apple pie and two hot cups of coffee.

She gestured to the table and you made your way over, doing your best to keep balanced and not drop the tray….which you were getting better at thankfully.

Surprisingly two FBI agents came into view, a man and a woman, you placed down the plates of apple pie and the male FBI agent looked up at you from his phone as you handed him his coffee. Your breath caught in your throat as his icy blue eyes locked onto yours. He was so handsome….and so much older than you. Oh no, not a good combination for you, you were surely a goner.

He held a very serious look to him, which made sense given his profession but there was a hint of kindness and humour in the lines around his mouth and eyes that told you he smiled and laughed regularly. He had brown hair which was slicked back smoothly and was wearing a suit (You loved a good suit on a man) with his FBI jacket over the top.

You were so lost in his eyes that you didn’t look as you set down his coffee, and a bit spilled over the top onto your hand and the table, the liquid scalding your hand causing you to jerk away reactively.

“Ouch! Oh my gosh I’m so sorry” you mumbled quickly. Grabbing a cloth from your apron picked and quickly wiping up the spill. Your face burned as you felt the two stare at you. The man’s brows knitted together in concern and it pulled at your heart you almost forgot about the pain.

“Hey it’s fine, is your hand okay?” The woman asked, concern evident in her voice. You looked down at your hand which was stinging slightly and looked red, it was a very minor burn, nothing some cold tap water wouldn’t fix.

“Oh er, yeah don’t worry, it’s part of being a waitress, I’ll be fine” you said sheepishly. Your eyes flitted between the two agents and curiosity overtook you, what were two FBI agents doing in Bright Falls?. The older, handsome man sipped his coffee and locked eyes with you. You swore your heart skipped a beat. And as he put his coffee mug down you swore there was a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

“Um, is that all for you folks?”

“Yes, thank you, we’ll let you know if we need anything” the woman answered, smiling at you kindly.

You nodded, smiling at them, took the tray and made your way back to Rose who was grinning ear to ear.

“Well, isn't he handsome?” Rose giggled softly and you gestured for her to tone it down, the man wasn’t far from their view after all.

“You be quiet now Rose Marigold” You blushed as you caught the eye of the male FBI agent again, he eyed you with curiosity. You looked away quickly and raced into the kitchen for something else to do that didn’t involve being in his direct line of sight. Rose followed after you.

“Don’t be chicken! I know a crush when I see one!” She grabbed your arm as you started unpacking the dishwasher.

“No! Stop I don’t even know him and they’re here on business”

“Who says you can’t mix business with pleasure hmm?” You blushed as images raced through your mind, very inappropriate ones involving the male FBI agent you hadn’t even heard speak.

“Well if you won’t go talk to them, I will!” With horror you watched as Rose turned and brought a fresh pot of coffee to their table. You came back out of the kitchen and began restocking the glass pastry display nearby, so as to listen in on the conversation. Maybe rude but you were curious to hear the man’s voice.

“Thought I’d top you kind folks off! Sorry about the spill earlier, new girl” she whispered, you would smack her on the arm for that one later. She poured them both more coffee.

“Sorry to pry, but what brings you two to Bright Falls?”

The woman spoke first.

“I’m agent Saga Anderson and this is my partner, Alex Casey. We’re here investigating a murder actually, down by the lake, near the Forest.

You wouldn’t happen to know anything that would aid the investigation would you…..?”

She trailed off, not knowing Rose’s name. A murder? Oh my god.

“Saga, it's Rose Marigold! Don’t you remember me? I’m surprised I didn’t recognise you, I never forget a face” she said smiling.

Saga stuttered.

“I’m sorry I don’t, and I think you’re confusing me with someone else” Rose knew this Saga? Or at least, she believed she did.

“If you say so, but as for the murder, I’m sorry I don’t know anything about it, but if I overhear any conversations you might wanna know about I’ll be sure to let you know” Saga gestured her thanks and waved her off. Rose glanced towards you and you gave her a face that said “go on! His turn!” The mystery agent still hadn’t spoken a word.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you folks in peace to enjoy your coffee, nice to meet you Saga and ?” She trailed off, looking at your new crush. To your surprise, he looked at her momentarily before his eyes met with you across the bar, if only for a second or two.

“Alex Casey ma’m, thanks for the coffee, it’s good”

You felt your knees weaken at the sound of his rough voice. Holy fuck you were in trouble. older than you, hot voice, hot job, blue eyes, this wasn’t fair at all. You were in Bright Falls to get away from this kind of bullshit, the last thing you needed was a distraction.

Rose smiled before stepping back.

“You’re very welcome Mr. Casey”

Rose winked at you once her back was turned to them and she gestured for you to join her in the kitchen.

You both squealed as quietly as you could and jumped a little holding hands.

“Oh my god” you said together.

“Mm, he reminds me of Alex Casey in Alan’s books” she said, sighing. Rose was obsessed with some hot shot writer named Alan Wake who went missing here 13 years ago, though she was convinced he was alive and well and would return soon. You weren’t so sure.

“Oh wow, so he shares the same name as the character from the books you like?”

“Uh Huh! And he strangely looks very similar to how he’s described and how I think he would look, very handsome for sure but he doesn’t hold a candle to Alan” she said, sighing with yearning. You rolled your eyes, she was obsessed, no one could compare to Alan Wake in Rose’s eyes.

Rose elbowed you cheekily.

“You like him don’t you?” Butterflies filled your stomach and you felt your cheeks redden again, you hadn’t felt like this since you were a teenager.

“I don’t know him! He’s probably married for sure….sure he’s handsome but we don’t know each other, he’s busy…….besides why would someone like him want someone like-“

“Don’t you talk like that silly! You’re beautiful!” She slapped your arm lightly.

“And besides……..I didn’t see a ring on his finger” she inhaled dramatically.

“I smell a hot middle aged divorcee”

You both giggled and continued on with your shift. Alex Casey the main person in your thoughts.

Casey’s POV:

“You ready to head off Anderson?”

“Yeah, let’s head out I wanna check out the crime scene, see if we can’t find any clues”

Saga stepped out of the booth and Casey followed, but not before looking back towards the kitchen.

No sign of the girl who spilled coffee on her hand and had blushed when his eyes had locked on hers. It was stupid, idiotic, even downright dangerous but he could help but feel a pull towards her. Something he hadn’t felt for a long time.

“Casey?” Saga gestured with her head towards the entrance.

“Hmm?” He snapped his neck towards her.

“Sorry, let’s go”

The drive to Cauldron Lake was mostly silent until Saga spoke.

“So, did you like the pie?” Saga asked nonchalantly as Casey took a sip of his third coffee of the day.

Casey nearly choked, spluttering and sorting himself out, glancing at Saga who was grinning. The two knew each other so well at this point that Casey knew that Saga was not referring to the delicious apple pie they ate at Oh Deer diner. More to the point she was likely referring to the delicious waitress who served them said pie. The waitress who had been the star of his thoughts for the last thirty minutes.

Casey wiped his mouth with a napkin and spoke.

“It was good pie Anderson, how was your coffee?”

“Coffee’s coffee, it doesn’t taste too different to me no matter where it's from. But I’m not a coffee addict like you so my taste isn’t as refined.” Saga said, continuing.

“That girl thinks you're hot,” Saga said blatantly, grinning again.

Casey frowned, rolling his eyes and looking away.

“She does not Anderson, you’re seeing things”

“Please, she couldn’t look away from your beautiful eyes and spilled coffee on herself!”

“She was just nervous she-

“Exactly! You made her feel nervous! I’m a woman you know, I have had crushes I know how they work!”

“That other waitress Rose, she said she was new to the job, I’m thinking she just saw our jackets and freaked out a bit okay? And besides, what would someone like her want with an old guy like me?”

“Someone like her huh?” Saga said, teasing.

“I think you’re forgetting that many younger woman love older men”

“Well I’m too old” he chuckled, adjusting his tie, it suddenly felt hot in the car. His heart skipped a beat, his mind filling with images of dipping the young waitress in a passionate kiss before his hands made their way up her thick, creamy thighs. Ugh, he was a disgusting old man. He felt shameful for thinking of her like that, without even knowing her name. Next time, next time they were at the diner, he would ask for her name.

Turns out Casey had met the victim previously, his name Robert Nightingale. He was an ex FBI agent who went off the deep end when his partner was killed in action, he was let go pretty quickly after that. Saga was fairly sure we were dealing with a cult, multiple killers rather than one killer. Visiting her mind place as she called it, allowed her more insight somehow, perhaps a special gift or skill she had honed over time.

Saga and Casey had searched the area over multiple times and eventually came across some footprints coming out of the largest tree Casey had ever seen. It didn’t make any sense, how the hell could Nightingale have come out of the tree? It was completely sealed with no point of entry.

“Casey, someone’s been watching us! Is this some kind of sick joke?” Saga heavily breathed as she read through the page again and again.

The victim was one of their own. FBI Special Agent Robert Nightingale. Gone missing 13 years ago. Now he had suddenly turned up, only to be murdered in a brutal ritual on the day of their arrival.

And then there was the page. This page. The first page they had found. Not the last. The first step down into terrifying depths. Secret truths trembling beyond the threshold.

Reading the words, these words, felt like a message. Was a message. Someone knew they were here. What they were doing. Someone was playing a game with them. Leading them on. An invitation. How could they not accept? The sheer audacity of this impossible mystery presented to them. Even if they knew it would end up hurting them.

The girl from the diner swam around through Casey’s mind, the agent couldn’t seem to shake off unwelcome feelings that crept their way into his broken heart.

The fact that the note mentioned the young woman from the diner made Casey feel sick to his stomach, not only was someone watching but they were very close by. How the hell could they know he had even found her attractive? Or had been thinking of her? Whoever these people were, they wanted to put on a show and mess with their minds. Not to mention now they had to keep an eye on her, it wasn’t fair for the cult to involve innocent people. But then again, when we’re cults fair?

They headed back to town to meet with the local sheriff Tim Breaker who was waiting for them outside the diner with more coffee, much to Casey’s delight. Saga had requested that the victim be brought to the morgue for further investigation. She told Casey something was inside his heart. But first, they needed to interview two witnesses inside the diner. The Bookers, who the Sherriff breaker had said were traumatised.

“They’re having some coffee and pie inside to calm their nerves, if you’d like to go talk to em?”

Saga walked straight in through the front door and Casey started to follow but stopped, seeing the young woman from this morning.

He saw her suddenly, wiping a table and chatting to a customer. He stood for a moment, fully taking her in. She was young, maybe 30? With a pretty, round face, kind eyes and a beautiful curvy body. Casey wasn’t particular but he definitely appreciated women with fuller figures. More for him to hold in his hands and press against his own harder edges.

She caught him staring and a beautiful blush painted her round cheeks. But she didn’t look away, she gave him a small wave-like gesture which he returned, giving her a small smile. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t have a whole lot to smile about recently and she lit up something within himself he just couldn’t describe.

He made his way through the front door and she greeted him.

“You’re back” She said, nervousness, maybe some excitement evident in her tone. He couldn’t understand why.

“Just here to interview some witnesses” Casey tilted his head towards Saga who was already speaking with the Bookers.

“I didn’t catch your name earlier, Miss?….” Casey inquired.

“Oh I’m so sorry! It slipped my mind” she said sheepishly, introducing herself.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Agent Alex Casey, Casey’s fine” She blushed again, she already knew his name, she wasn’t a very subtle eavesdropper, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

“Nice to meet you Casey” she scratched the back of her neck before glancing downwards.

Her shoes suddenly appeared more interesting than their conversation before she spoke up again.

Your POV:

Oh my god oh my god oh my god. He’s back and he’s standing here right in front of me and I’m acting really dumb. Perhaps he wants more coffee? He seems to drink a lot of it. I wonder how much sleep he gets with his job?

“Did you want some coffee?” You offered kindly. Casey smiled back at you nodding.

“Always” you led him to a booth near where his partner was and brought it to him. You watched him bring the cup to his lips and sip, taking a moment to admire his neck and jaw. Okay c’mon now, don’t be creepy don’t be creepy.

He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow; you looked away as if checking something on the other side of the room.

“How many cups have you had today?”

“This would be my fourth” He said without breaking his serious expression.

“You shouldn’t drink anymore today” You said suddenly without meaning to, god your mouth opened on its own a lot of the time.

He raised a brow, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh yeah?”

“Um, yeah ... .it's not recommended by people who know much more than me…but you’re a grown man so I won’t tell you what to do” You waved your hands quickly, embarrassed.

He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I don’t mind if you do” You took a sharp intake of breath at his words, wondering if there was anything more to what he was saying or if he was just teasing you, but then again, you were always an overthinker.

He chuckled and spoke again, raising his mug to you in jest.

“Four cups it is then”

You nodded and stepped back, realising you had more work to do, your manager eyeing you from the kitchen.

“I’ll leave you be Mr.Casey, perhaps I’ll see you again soon”

He looked at you, an emotion you couldn’t place lingered on his face. In his eyes something there too, curiosity and interest.

“I’ll make sure you do”

NOTES:

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read this, it means a lot to me! Please do comment what you think about it and if you have any ideas for future chapters! This is definitely me living out my self insert dreams so it's just for fun because I like reader, also have a crush on Alex Casey. <3 Hope you're having a beautiful day/night wherever you are in the world. xx

Chapter 2

#alanwake #alan wake 2 #alan wake ii #alex casey #alexcaseyxreader #alexcasey x reader #saga anderson #bright falls #alanwakefanfiction #alexcaseysmut #alex casey smut #alan wake fanfic #alan wake game

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writing-for-life · 2 years ago

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Sandman Master Post and Intro

Hi, I’m so glad you’re here! This started out as a small writing blog but has developed a horrifying (^jk) life of its own over the past two years, so it was about time I just faced the facts:

A Sandman Blog it is!

I organised the links and tags to all my Sandman stuff for you to make it easier to find your way around.

I love getting asks, about analysis, about my fics, prompts or generally just to chat, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

For quick reference:

[The Ultimate Sandman Character Tag Library]

[The Women of the Sandman Tag Library]

[Sandman Comics: Original Artists Library]

[The Sandman Timeline]

[Sandman Reread (Comics)]

[Sandman Rewatch (Netflix)]

[Sandman S2 News, Casting and Speculation]

[Sandman Reference: How to Collect the Comics, Companion Books, Annotations/Reference Literature etc]

[Sandman Movie Concept Art by Jill Thompson & John Watkiss]

[In Light of Recent Allegations]

Ordered by topics (recommended):

Sandman Meta-Analysis: My literary/conceptual/psychological analyses. I have also written some musical and art metas. You will find further links via all three.

The Sandman Book Club Community: Just follow the link if you’d like to join.

Sandman Fics & Poems: My own work, mostly m/f and f/f canon pairings and OCs, both long fics and shorter works.

I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one.

Sandman Art (general tag that contains all art posts, from fan-art to gif-sets. Separate tag for official Sandman artists. Plus the very few pieces of my own art I’ve ever posted on here).

Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out.

Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat (yes, I am sort of responsible for the #muhulhu tag on here) if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs

A Little Intro…

…and why this blog will keep on existing

Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here…

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here…

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me three decades later). And the fact that my blog a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:

I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.

Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.

I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my profile pic), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the talent I see on here.

This is just an account for unapologetically being me, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun…

In light of recent happenings, I explained my personal stance and, by extension, why this blog will keep on existing.

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mysticsparklewings · 9 months ago

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Obscutober 2024 Day 2: Littoral 🏖️

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Littoral (adj.)

of or relating to the shore of a lake, sea, or ocean

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Good News, Sparklers: I’m still happy with this as my #Inktober approach so far! 🎉 (Hopefully that continues🤞)

This one definitely turned out more “general beach/ocean” than “shoreline,” but oh well! 🤷‍♀️

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece (including part of why this word made the prompt-list cut)! ✨

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Well Sparklers, I seem to once again be writing this description (and therefore posting the art) later in the day than expected again today, but y'know I'm still early enough I don't feel such a rush to just get everything done, as was an extremely bad habit for me during Inktober last year...But we're only on Day 2 so it's still very possible I'll end up in that situation at some point later in the month. 😅

Either way, since we covered I think what was left of the background information for my how/whys for October this year yesterday, I think today I'm free to focus just on today's piece.

And I'll start with the admission that one of the primary reasons this word made the cut when I was putting together the prompt list is because I personally find it more amusing than I probably should that "Littoral" can very easily sound like "Literal" depending on your accent/pronunciation; And while I haven't figured one out, I just know there's a delightful pun or wordplay hiding somewhere in that association. 😆

Does that have anything to do with my choice of shapes for the mandala or colors for the background? Not consciously, no. But I mention it just in case someone for some reason finds the idea as funny as I do!

That said, this one is—at least I think—a lot strong on the specific images in the mandala that tie back to the theme than yesterday's. Granted, I probably leaned a little more heavily on general beachy/ocean themes than is really appropriate for a word that's really more about shorelines for multiple kinds of waterbodies...

In my defense, I started working on this one around 2-3 a.m. before I went to bed and was struggling to stay awake for the area between the inner circle of seashells and the round with the tail-fin shapes. What were supposed to look more like fish scales underneath those fin shapes came out looking a lot more like the edges of stacked sand dollars as a result. 😅

That might kinda be for the better though because I think if they did look more like scales, the tail fins might be a little too mermaid-y. Sand dollars probably fit a little better for a shoreline focus. Or, this way they kinda also make me think of like...ridged rocks that you might see either along lake edges, or as like the "drop off" point where the ocean shore "ends" and the deep sea more or less "begins," if that makes any sense.

I also tried something...I want to say "different" but we're only on Day 2, so that feels a bit odd. 😆 But it is something I don't usually do with mandalas when I make them. You'll notice that the round with the tail fins features only 2 additional sea shells, not 4, 6, or 8 as would be more typical for a mandala pattern, and on either side of that same round where you'd expect another pair of shells to be are instead some different wave shapes.

This was just a small experiment in what I'm going to do "non-traditional symmetry" (because "asymmetry" isn't quite right). So far I'm just using Procreate for these, and Procreate's built-in symmetry tools can only be pushed so far vs. an app made more specifically for mandalas, so I was trying to get a feel for where exactly my boundaries with Procreate's tools are. Obviously I didn't get too crazy with it because I was tired, but I did learn a few things and intend to carry them forward.

To that end, for what it's worth, I am considering trying a mandala-making-specific app, but I haven't pulled the trigger just yet. I thought I'd try a couple more with just Procreate and see if I still want to. I have a feeling even if I do try another app, I'll end up tracing over whatever results I get in there in Procreate anyway just to make sure all my Obscutober pieces are stylistically consistent. [That's a me thing, I don't expect anyone else to care about the style consistency even half as much as I personally do.]

I will also say the "splash" shapes that end everything off weren't really what I originally had in mind, but I'm not bothered about it because I think they came out great and give the effect that I wanted really well. 😄

Oh, and before I move on from the mandala part: If you look closer, you can also see I tried just a little bit of hatching on this one. I wanted to "fill in" some more of the mandala lines for visual interest, but I didn't like the solid-fill look in those areas when I tried it. It's still not quite what I wanted but I was too tired to be bothered re-doing it. I'm also not sure how much I'll use hatching (or other "traditional" inking techniques) for the rest of the month, though it is a tool I'll be keeping in my metaphorical back pocket just in case.

This may as well be a good time to mention that not necessarily every Obscutober piece will use white mandala lines; I don't want to overcomplicate my choices too much, but I am planning on allowing black lines as well, if they'll suit that day's themes better. So far we've just had two days in a row where I thought the white worked better. 😉

As for the background: This one is one of the things that motivated me to go with this particular format for this year. I didn't start working on this piece until after the decision(s) had already been made, but during those last couple of days of September when the mandala idea finally started to form, I was going back and forth over the words and landed on "Littoral" again; The idea of having a kind of "island" in the middle surrounded by "water" for the background popped into my brain—Nothing but shoreline all 360º around. 🤗

That wasn't the deciding factor alone, but it was definitely a strong nudge in that direction! This background was also a good "test" in that it pushed me to consider there might be days—like this one!—where it's tempting to color the background less abstractly and more tied to whatever is happening with the mandala lines. Somehow, I hadn't really considering that yet. From that, you can see I decided that some spot color is okay, but for consistency purposes, I am still going to keep it largely soft and abstract. Since I'm toying with the idea of making coloring pages out of the finished mandalas later anyway, if I really want to color right inside the lines, I can worry about that after Obscutober.

Besides, keeping it abstract will be faster anyway; I have a tendency to get way-too-perfectonist when coloring inside of digital lines. 🫠

The longer I think about it, the more there are things I might do a bit differently if I gave the mandala part another go. I am still happy with how this one turned out and think the background is really solid, it's just that usual "hindsight is 20/20" artist problem—Sometimes great ideas for a piece only come after it's already done and you really don't feel like going through the trouble if changing what you have!

Ah well. Maybe I'll have more ideas actually come to me in-the-moment if I can be bothered working on the future mandalas when I'm not falling asleep at my desk. 😆 It still beats being wide-awake because I'm rushing to get it done at all, but it's definitely not the ideal way to be! 😅

In any case, aside from delays in writing this description, I've been enjoying seeing a few people (mostly on Tumblr) decide to try out the Obscutober list for themselves, so the month is off to a pretty decent start as far as I'm concerned! I hope it is for you Sparklers too, or that if it isn't, that things get better soon! 🤞

I'll leave you Sparklers with that for today, and hopefully see you again in cheerful spirits tomorrow. Toodles! 👋

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zerros-art · 16 days ago

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I'm saving up for a drawing pad and a good drawing program. I'm thinking iPad Pro or iPad Air (for the price difference) and procreate, mainly because there are long courses with hundreds of thtorials for procreate on Patreon, and I never even tried digital drawing, except for trying Ibis Paint X with my pinkie on my Android phone, and that wasn't very fun.

What do you use and what do you recommend? I'm thinking a little, if I'm going to save money one year for an iPad Air, I might as well save for 15 months and buy a Pro. (I don't like to buy on credit, because I forget to pay my bills if I don't have auto pay through my bank.)

How many gigs do I need if I'm going to use the pad for drawing, watching movies, saving YouTube tutorials and draw with it? Is 128 enough, or do I need 256?

Honestly, I have absolutely zero experience with drawing an IPad. In my experience in digital art, I've been using IbispaintX (on my android phones) for years and using my finger or my phone stylus to draw. 😅

BUT I did a bit of research in hopes that it would help

For digital art, it says the IPad Pro is better for performance and storage while the Ipad Air is better for the price and is still a capable option.

For digital art and personal use, 128 is considered enough unless you're work is more detailed and layered and your files are bigger. If that's the case then 256 would probably be the better option.

I apologize for not being able to answer based on experience. Hopefully, this answer was helpful. 😁

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sabrecrane · 6 months ago

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Book Covers

Aka the bane of every writer's existence (minus summaries of course). This was something I struggled with a long time. At first I tried using Procreate but didn't like the way it came out mostly because my art skills are not the greatest lol. So what programs/apps can you use instead?

Canva

Let's start with Canva! Canva has an app and a website and has honestly saved my life in terms of creating book covers. Even if it it's just a temporary book cover to use, this app is pretty cool and is fairly easy to use even if you have no previous editing experience. The downsides? Well, I personally found the interface a little finicky at first which meant doing a few quick googles to figure out how to reorganise layers and whatnot. Using the free version is, of course, limited which means you don't have access to as many graphics as you'd probably like/need so if you can afford it, try and get a subscription going!

But do be aware that not all of these images in the program are copyright free so make sure you own the rights to the images you're planning to use in your final book cover design. I haven't done much research into the legalities of everything just yet so once I do I'll probably make another post dedicated to Copyright.

The covers below were made using Canva just to give you an idea of the kind of stuff you can create.

Photoshop

Always a popular choice and it's easy to see why! I used it quite a bit back in college just because I could and found it cool to learn and use. However this program does require a lot more googling, tutorials, etc, and you'll have to do some research to find images you can use without any copyright issues arising. Since I don't use this program I haven't got any images to give you an example of the stuff you can create.

Desygner

This is another app that is similar to Canva (from what I've managed to gather from some research). It's a good beginner app but does require a strong internet connection and can be slow at times.

Adobe Illustrator

Another classic. This is a vector graphics editor and design tool that allows you to create your own graphics but good lord I found it a pain to use in college. It wasn't that it was hard necessarily and there are definitely benefits especially since you'll be making the designs by hand by yourself which means no copyright issues. It's a brilliant program but can be overwhelming to learn at first.

It also costs money and I made the mistake of googling how much and my bank account is crying xoxoxo

I believe that Wattpad also had a book cover app of some sort but I think it's been removed from the app store? Or maybe it's Desygner now? I have no idea anymore. Anyway, these are just a few suggestions so before deciding what program to use, make sure to do your own research!

#writing #fantasy worldbuilding #fantasy writer #writerscommunity #writer stuff #writers advice #writer tips #writing help

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thetabbybadger · 2 months ago

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Happy Sunday Scrapbook for 04/21/2025 ^_^ Due to being a busy week and lower motivation I didn't get as much done this week, but I still did some! Tried to do a speed figure draw. Got some in paper gesture drawings as well. Experimented with different brushes a little bit, still a lot about Procreate I don't know. Also getting into poke-rogue was detrimental but also gave me some motivation for my 3 little guys! Happy drawing ^_^

#tabby talks #tabby does a doodle #sunday scrapbook 2025 #I'd love to make that last one a full illustration one day ^_^

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oldwaysofknowing · 3 months ago

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have you ever had an animal show up frequently in your life?

for me, about every year itʻs a different animal that shows up-- to teach me something, i tend to think.

a couple of years ago, the animal i kept seeing everywhere (and by that i mean this animal kept popping up in real life, in random thought, in the media i consumed, etc-- kind of like seeing the same angel number over and over and thinking, ʻhey. maybe that shit means something?ʻ) was bees. last year, it was frogs. both of these were animals toward whom i felt indifferent, but i started observing them more closely once i realized how recurrent they suddenly were. i took what message i wanted from them, tried to emulate them that year, + then move on to the next one. 2025ʻs animal has brought me full circle back to 2006, to memories of when my elementary school class went on a field trip to a nature reserve. there was a lady with a hawk + the special hawk glove, we probably hiked a little bit, identified plants + such. i donʻt remember, to be honest; that was a rough season of life for me, so iʻve unfortunately blocked out a lot of even the good memories. but one thing that remains is my childhood affection for bats. this seems to be the creature comfort for 2025, and it couldnʻt have been confirmed in a sillier way: in trying to log back into this tumblr account after several weeks away, i accidentally logged into an old one of mine, + wouldnʻt you know it? the profile picture for that old account was also-- am i coming in clear? it was also a bat. wild.

anyway, i loved bats, never understood why they had such a negative public image, + i think on that field trip we also got to go inside a bat cave, + i remembered feeling some of my first waves of female-toward-female disgust when most of the girls in my grade screeched at the mere thought of being around bats, let alone actually going in to experience it.

disdain for stupidity starts early when youʻre surrounded by it 24/7. all girls are taught that acting unintelligent + miming a need for protection makes them more endearing.

female bats, + in fact, all animals except humans, are completely the opposite: like every other creature on earth, bats live in a way that boosts their survival chances. even down to mama bats being able to hear + sniff out their one baby among the hordes of millions of bat pups clinging to the wall. amidst the cacophony of the cave's interior, female bats can locate their own young down to a radius of mere inches.

more fun facts about bats:

vampire bats produce a chemical in their saliva that encourages blood to keep flowing, so doctors are currently studying that as a possible anticoagulant. 2) desert ecosystems are almost entirely dependent on bats because bats pollinate desert flowers in a way no other creature can-- and in fact some desert plants have specifically evolved to suit bats. 3) bats could be the saviors of the forests: they can replenish deforested tree populations within 2-3 yrs just by their droppings simply falling to the forest floor. 4) as usual, humans are dicks because weʻre the main threat to bat populations. anyone who spray-paints on or eats bats need to get lobotomies so they canʻt procreate.

anyway. check yes or no if you want more bat content. we need to talk about beautiful things more.

#animals #zoology #bats #science writing #childhood stories

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cyberrat · 1 year ago

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82nd Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Lucifer/Adam/Lilith – Hazbin Hotel – everyone intersex; nervous/shy Adam; deflowering kink – Adam is being *selfish*, not letting Lilith have the same experience that he had. So Lucifer helps the both of them out.

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“N-No, come on! Stop… stop squirming away!”

“It’s not going to fit! It’s not going to fit!! Your dick is too b-big… or something like that? Like… we should wait and see if there wasn’t a m-mistake or something?!”

There’s a stunned silence after that. Lucifer winces where he’s been hiding behind a tree. He glances around it to see Adam and Lilith kneeling on the grass of Eden. Adam has turned his head and they’re just staring at each other in quiet shock over Adam’s insinuation something They made could have been faulty.

He’s still on all fours in front of her, but he’s squirmed as far away as possible to get some distance between his pussy and the desperately swollen tip of her cock.

“What did you-” Lilith starts. She does not sound upset… more intrigued, really, but Lucifer decides to jump in before the situation can escalate even more.

“H-Hey there, guuuuys! What are you up to? Ooohh procreation, huh? That’s fun! That’s fun! And changing things up, I see! Wonderful! Teamwork! I love it!”

He is clapping as he makes is way toward them, their heads having swung around to stare at him in surprise. There’s not an inkling of shame to see – of course – despite their positions, but Adam’s face closes off and Lilith’s brows furrow.

“Well, we are trying at least. But he keeps moving away and I just keep slipping off.”

She looks down at her cock. There is a line of slick still connecting the tip to Adam’s slit. Even from his position Lucifer can see how pretty it looks; the lips are plump and pink; just the first dusting of fur starting to make it look like the juiciest peach. They’ve just been in Eden for a few days, after all. There’s not been a lot of time for that kind of… growth.

“It’s just not going to fit!” Adam defends himself quickly. He looks to Lucifer for help, and he almost buckles in light of those big brown eyes and Adam’s guileless expression.

He sure can do ‘his stuff’, Lucifer has heard of the demands he’s made of Lilith already, but it is easy to forget when he looks so… pathetic.

“You just need to properly try it! I wasn’t a fan the first couple of times either, but once things get going it’s… alright?”

Lucifer nods, a huge placating smile on his face. He claps his hands together again.

“You know, she is right! We all need to just put in a little bit of effort! Just figure things out, alright? This is going to be fun!”

.o.

Adam does not look like he believes Lucifer. He keeps struggling even as he’s on his back and Lucifer sits on his arms stretched out over his head. His cock is only half-hard, something that is new for Adam who has been running around with an erection pretty much the second he found out how good it feels to get off.

Honestly, he can understand that Lilith wants a turn as well. She must be getting awfully sore by now.

She has shuffled between Adam’s thighs and is slowly stroking her cock while peering down at his pussy. Lucifer has to admit she looks awfully cute with her tongue clenched between her teeth in concentration as she guides herself toward that alluring little slit.

Adam shakes his head desperately. “I… it’s not going to fit, guys! I tell you! Come on, just… we tried it the other way around, okay? That works. Obviously it’s meant to be that way. Like… Hellooo? It’s been good the way it is, okay? Just…”

Lilith starts to drag her tip against him; from bottom to top and back down again, teasing his labia apart until she can nudge up against that tender little hole.

Adam is sucking air through his clenched teeth as if she was already breaching him. He starts to tense the muscles of his belly, trying to curl his hips up and away but Lilith’s hands shoot out and grab him before he can move much.

“Nuh-uh… don’t be like that,” she mutters. Her voice is low and throaty and makes Lucifer feel hot under his collar. He stares at her while his hand nervously pets through Adam’s thick, unkempt hair.

“Come now, Adam. Aren’t you curious how it feels? Don’t you want to be equals? It’s just fair, really.”

Adam’s cheeks are cherry red with anger and agitation, his eyes darting around nervously as he hisses: “We’re not-”

But before he can finish that unfortunate thought, Lilith finally starts to properly push forward.

Adam tilts his head back, a strangled whine slithering from his straining throat. His legs clamp around Lilith’s hips but she is undaunted.

Eyes glassy, she can only stare down at that sweet little peach she is slowly spearing on her cock. More and more with little rocking motions of her hips that driver her deeper into Adam who is, in Lucifer’s opinion, just overly dramatic.

Lilith hadn’t made half the ruckus, even though Adam had been very close to suffocating her beneath him, he’s pretty sure…

“You can do it,” Lucifer croons gently, not really paying too much attention on Adam- until he hears a soft little noise that actually sounds like a sob.

His head jerks down, chin hitting his chest, looking at Adam’s face. He has his bottom lip clenched tightly in his teeth and his eyes are brimming with tears as he stares down his body.

“H-Hey,” Lucifer mutters, a little taken aback at the reaction. He grasps Adam’s cheeks with small hands, thumbs swiping against his skin. “It’s alright. Does it hurt? Hmmn? Do you want her to slow down?”

Adam jerkily shakes his head ‘no’. “I-It doesn’t hurt,” he mutters.

Lilith glances up at the both of them through her bangs. Her eyes are glassy, mouth open and wet and plump looking as she takes a moment to brace her knees better against the ground, then rolls her hips into Adam as if she’s done it a million times before.

Adam gurgles, back arching. It must ache deep in his belly, but the odd pleasure spreading throughout his nervous, twitching body, obviously overrides that feeling.

Still, it does not mean that he’s not being petulant about this the whole time; whining and awkwardly, weakly fighting against his first ever breeding.

Lucifer is half sure that he only does it because he hates not being right. For having been alive for just a few days, Adam’s personality is just so big and vibrant.

Despite his whimpering and acting as if he’s being tortured, his cock has perked up quite significantly and is growing eagerly the more Lilith gently fucks his little gash on her cock.

After a while Adam can’t help his throaty little mewls of pleasure, his tongue hanging out onto his chin, drooling as he strains his head up to stare down; just trying to catch a glimpse of his poor hole stretched around Lilith’s cock.

Lucifer swallows thickly and turns his head away. He can’t look at either of them. They’re so very lovely in their own ways. Oh, how dangerous they are.

#cyberratting writes stuff #lucifer/adam/lilith #adamsapple #hazbin hotel #deflowering kink #virgin kink

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