#wanted to play around with style a bit more in this one and just have some fun XD

[nonie-theanoniemous]

𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 ! 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖎𝖓

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: its a beautiful night for you and him is all i can say ;>

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: MDNI ! fem!reader. bondage. blindfolds. teasing. overstimulation. use of toys ;>. light dom/sub dynamics. spit kink. pushing my pierced dick enjin agenda. UN'EDITED

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 I.. just found out I have two more subs tomorrow and a fucking seminar, I'm going to kill myself. anyways, here's my birthday special for Enjin just like I said. its currently around 11 pm here in my country, still on august 21 but I'm posting earlier bcs I need to study a bit then sleep. happy reading, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! babes 😫 @msnectarine hope u enjoy this onee

“Havin’ fun?” you cooed, voice syrupy, knowing damn well that you won’t get any other response than a muffled groan. 

The carpet of your living room dug into your knees, you in between his spread legs, pink flesh light in hand stroked on and off his red, weeping cock. He whimpers when the artificial pussy lips meet the base of his length, wet and tight, a controlled squeeze of your fingers. A slow agonizing pace, him unable to fuck into the hole swallowing his dick, gummy innards catching on his piercings.

This is how you two have been for- you don’t really remember. Time went into a blur when you managed to get him on the chair, legs bound together and his arms to his back, naked as the day he was born. A blind f0ld sat on his eyes, gag in his mouth, and the first touch was electric, your fingers on his tattoos made him jump and tremble, tracing the inked grooves of his muscles. Enjin’s dick was already half hard by the time you kneeled between his legs, pocket pussy dripping with lube. You had stroked him to complete hardness, hands warm and just as wet, thumbing at the flushed tip, dripping so much precum you’d think he already came once.

Then you shoved his dick in the flesh light, reveled in his loud moan, shocked, while he trembled as you pulled it off, clutched tight, then slammed it down. A firm pace, his legs shaking, hips bucking, while you tried to melt his brain through the tight channel you choked his cock with. Him unable to fuck as much as he wanted, you in control, teasing his thick cock. From the outside, your thumb pressed on one of his frenum piercing, catching him by surprise and making him thrash. “Mmhghph-”

It hasn't been 10 minutes and you already got one confident, sex-on-legs Enjin begging for mercy.

“Hm, what was that? You want more? You wanna cum?” you teased, and you laughed when he shook his head in a nod. Sweat slicked hair flopped around, out of its usual swept back style while drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, lips stretched wide around the gag. Enjin’s complaints went muffled when your pace didn’t change, still firm and slow, and he strained against the bonds around him, ropes digging to inked skin.

Taking pity, you took his gag off, heat surging in you when you saw how much of a mess he already is. Keeping one hand on the flesh light, you shifted upwards, a knee balanced on the space of his legs and licked at the saliva that dripped from his swollen and panting mouth. You moaned at his taste, his favorite brand of cigarette and the ice cream you got earlier. Enjin immediately chased after you, blind, and you laughed once again at his whine when he failed to claim your lips. “Baby please, stop teasin’ me.”

Voice already shot to hell, a deep rasp that got you squeezing your legs. You gripped his chin, continuing to clean up his face with your tongue. A hint of your nails got him to stop his attempts at kissing you. “Nuh-uh, you promised we could play,” you chided, breathing into his wet open mouth instead, letting him feel you but not touch you. 

Enjin pouted, “Today’s s’posed to be my special day.”

“Exactly.” You playfully frowned then, heatless offense in your tone, “Ya don’t like my gift to you baby? You don’t like the game I prepared for you?”

You could have laughed at the immediate panic, him shaking his head at your dejected tone. He can’t see the way your face twists in cruel amusement. “No ma, that ain’t what I meant. I like it very much, like whatever ya like-”

“So we're having fun then!” you chirped, cutting his desperate words as you pried his pretty lips open. He doesn’t struggle against it, just drops his mouth when you go “say ahhh”. You spit, glob of saliva smacking bullseye on his pink tongue and Enjin’s following moan is debauched, like it was scraped out of his throat- you didn’t even have to say anything. He was already swallowing.

You sighed at the sight, at his moving throat, the way he reopened his mouth just so he could whine “more” to you. You obey this time, the first direct to the tongue, the second a slow drip to the waiting muscle. Enjin takes it all with a moan, head tilted back, blissed out. 

You were still wearing the double slitted sheer dress you put on earlier, with a matching laced bra-panties set. Before it was hot but now it just felt constricting, you wanted it off so you could touch Enjin skin to skin. Feel the heat off him, to just sink to his presence. But you held yourself back, this was part of the game. You kept the urge to grind against his cock, to wrap you arms around him and lose yourselves in the pleasure and pulled back.

The noise that rips out of him is almost pained, reaching for you as much as he could. His struggle stopped once he felt you settle between his legs once again, moving the pocket once again, a filthy squelch of lube dripping down his veined length when you pulled it up. A quiet hiss from him when his dick is fully exposed to the chilled air, body curving inwards as he shouted when you leaned in to lick a long stripe on the under part of it, bottom to top and tongue lapping at the mushroom tip. You give it a kiss before your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking hard, the flavor of him exploding on your palette.

You took him deeper, teeth purposely catching on his piercings till you’re kissing the base of his dick, nose deep in trimmed hair. You gag, tearing up as you swallowed around his tip, cock to the back of your throat and so fucking big. Your nails dig onto his thighs where you held on, trying to breathe through your nose like he always instructed when he’s got you like this, taking him till your choking. Sucking Enjin off with his hands on you is a different experience from to him lodged in your throat while he desperately tried to fuck up to your warm wet mouth.

There’re no fingers in your head to guide, no controlled or brutal snap of hips- just you, going up and down, drooling, trying your best to suck his soul out of dick. Enjin’s chanting your name like a prayer, and the chairs creaking with how hard he’s pulling at the ropes. You look up, sees the way his blind fold was quickly dampening with something else other than his tears and you make a show of dragging your lips off him, slobbering all over his dick. You wrench off with a gasp, throat raw, not giving a second before your nosing at him, the entirety of his wet cock to your face. You're melting at the heat, teeth nipping on his lorum piercing, tugging and tugging till he’s hissing, begging, so so desperate.

“Need to cum- baby please m’so close,” he gasps, body bowed over you. “Just a little more babes, jus’ needa little more please- OH FUCK-”

He’s down to your throat again, more tears to your eyes, dragging your swollen lips to his equally swollen tip, slurping on his appalling piercing, cool metal to your overheated tongue. His left leg twitches, Enjin heaving, calling out your name. The noise is obscene; you’ve never heard him so wrecked before. His desperation is making you dazed, high with the control and pleasure; he’s crying, you can hear it, soft sniffles and hitching breaths, and when your palm finds his face, he leans into the touch, nuzzling into your warmth.

“Close, so so so fucking close,” he whimpers, blindfold wet now and he’s talking like words are hard, pleasure dumb. You smile, soft, before getting off your knees, hissing and ignoring the way your muscles and joints protested. “Baby?” his confused voice makes you melt, quiet- vulnerable- in a way that seemed out of place with a man like Enjin. 

Dick out and dripping after you pulled the flesh light with you, arms coming around him. “M’right here ‘jin,” you sighed as you sat yourself on his lap, his dick to the space between your ass, chest to chest with him. You claim his lips in a soft kiss, tongue dancing wet and sloppy while you started to grind against him. He hisses to your lips, the rough fabric of your lacy panties to the sensitive skin of skin, red, almost purple, and looking like it's about to burst. But he doesn’t tell you to stop, lets you as you please, the fire simmering in you both still searing but coming down.

You’re languid, movement relaxed, content where you were. Enjin’s breaths have calmed down, just as relaxed as you, content to taste you and him on your tongue. He's kissing you like he was licking every part of himself out of your mouth, exploring, tugging at your lips with his canines. Depraved, sucking on your tongue, lost in the space between the two of you.

You shift in his lap, taking advantage of his distracted state to slip an egg vibrator into the pocket pussy, stuffing it deep inside. You bring it to your back, sighing, “Lucky pussy, gettin’ it first.”

Your words bring a confused hum from Enjin, his head tilting. His placid, almost blissed, expression twists when he hears the sudden snap of buzzing, destroying the tranquil vibe you were able to bring him. You don’t hesitate: you slam the pocket pussy back down on his dick, mushroom tip kissing the vibrator set on its highest setting. The reaction is instantaneous, an explosion of action and noise.

Enjin’s back snaps into an arch, a pitched howl leaving him, body shaking and bucking as he throws his head back. His orgasm slams into him with the force of a train, rendering him in a state of white hot pleasure that bordered pain. The force of vibrations so strong you can feel it where his sleeved dick is pressing on your ass, twitching like crazy. Your lips murmur to the exposed skin of his inked throat, clenching at nothing, imagining it's you getting filled up with his first load.

“Shit shit shit fuck ma please s’too much i’m- ma- baby i can’t! Arghmhph fuckkk please can’t-”

“Thought you wanted to cum?” you coo, breathing to his moaning mouth. Your fingers pull at his hair, making him arch, his body like a bull under you, wild and writhing. “Mouth.”

You spit, Enjin swallows, a gasping sob leaving him after, cries breaking. He’s shaking like crazy, leg bouncing, the vibrations a continuous charge of electricity to his no doubt overstimulated cock, pocket pussy still wet and gripping. You're dripping in your panties, turned on to hell at the sight of your lover falling apart. God nothing will ever beat this.

“‘love you so much, ‘jin,” you laugh to his ear, biting at his lobe, tugging, his cries music to your own ears. He’s incoherent now, stupid, mindless babbles in his broken voice. The pleasure relentless, sweat on his flushed skin, blind fold positively soaked with tears. 

“I can’t anymore, please..."

He sounds gutted, so desperate and depraved. You plant a kiss to his forehead, sighing, while you reach back, fingers pulling at the pocket pussy. Enjin’s canines sink to your neck when you drag the thing off, fast, before throwing it away. His spend drips from its artificial pussy lips, and when you look back to see where his cock smacked on your ass, you can see how soaked it is with it. Filthy as fuck, dick flushed red with blood, still stiff and glistening with his own cum, twitching and sensitive.

Enjin laps at the bite mark, hissing when he feels you grip his cock, jolting when you give it an experimental tug. He whimpers, out of his mind. When you told him you had a surprise for his special day, he didn’t think it’d be this. A secretive and devious smile had graced your lips when he asked, your eyes lit with mischief the entire time you two were on the date you went to earlier. A hundred guesses went through his head but nothing could've prepared him for this. You on him, playing and milking him. Mind numbing teasing and pleasure, something he’s never experienced before, and it's just his first orgasm of the night. You were killin’ him.

“Ha- happy fucking birthday to me,” he slurred, a stupid grin curling in his lips, breath hot on the crook of your neck where you tucked him. Love sappy, post release relaxed. He never stood a chance.

You lifted up, one hand still on his cock, hooking a finger to drag your panty to the side, pussy dripping and so fucking ready, “And what do we say?”

“Thank you-” he wheezed, words cut short, and his breath knocked out of his lungs as you sat on him in one full thrust. A throaty moan leaves you, his dick a smooth glide in your hot cunt. You clench around his sensitive cock, savoring every twitch and vein, Enjin in your guts and throat. Fuck you feel so full.

No pause no break, you began riding, up and down on his overstimulated cock. Gasping breaths, Enjin slump to your form and inchorent, dick so hard and full in you, this time your pleasure and desire in the front seat.

“Ready for round two?”

“..fuck yes.”

[yallemagne]

The Many Outfits of Lucy Westenra

I, of course, believe she has multiples of each of these (because I saw so many cute outfits and was aggrieved by the fact I had to choose one for each).

Walking Suit - This is a modified design of what I drew Lucy wearing in this fanart of her accepting Arthur's proposal (she probably would have been wearing a tea gown in the scene instead but shhh). This time, I studied several more examples of suits and gave her more of that swirly black cording to accent the green. This dress is what she'd be wearing on walks with Mina. Her hair is worn in a tight updo, secure enough that no hair would be blown out of place by the wind. She technically should be wearing a hat to further ensure her hair stays in place... but I didn't want to draw a hat after I had already rendered the hair. She would likely wear a straw hat to shield her from the summer sun.

Night Gown - This is what Lucy wears to bed, a place she is relegated to for much of the novel. Her hair is messy and a bit darker and duller in colour from being out of the sun. Similarly, her skin is a touch paler due to her illness.

Tea Gown - Another dress she would be wearing most often throughout the novel. This is a casual, less structured midday gown meant for wearing around the house and receiving visitors. The flowy look is inspired by Asian fashion, especially the Japanese kimono. Matching her less structured dress is a loose updo. This look would not be considered acceptable to wear outside, as it is intended to be worn without a corset.

Tennis Costume - One of the outfits Lucy wears out with Arthur, as she describes playing tennis with him as well as a few other sporty activities ("walks and drives, and rides, and rowing, and tennis, and fishing together"). Her skirt is shorter for better mobility and to keep from dragging on the ground. She wears a matching hat, and her hair is done up in a tight bun to keep from coming undone during physical activity. She wears leather gloves to guard her hands.

Cycling Costume - I simply could not resist putting Lucy in a cycling costume with bloomers. She never explicitly mentions cycling, but I imagine her and Arthur would make a handsome pair of cyclists. She wears a straw hat for shade and style, and her hair is in a tight bun for the same reason as in her tennis costume.

Evening Gown - This is a modified design of her look in this art (a piece I desperately need to redo). The magenta colour is inspired by the azaleas in my yard. Technically, her skirt should be longer in the back... but if I included that, Cyclist Lucy would be standing on her skirt. Her hair is pinned up in a bun, though her curls are allowed to spill down in a waterfall of gold... A very poetic way of saying I kinda fudged the rules because I wanted to show off her hair. I have seen updos like this, but I'm not sure about the historical accuracy. She wears her characteristic black velvet choker. While the choker is noted to be secured with a diamond buckle gifted to her by Arthur... I gave it a green gem to match her eyes and complement the dress colour. Now, green diamonds do exist... but it's just as likely that she could have swapped out the buckle, perhaps having multiple buckles to suit whatever look she has in mind.

If I were to design even more outfits for Lucy, which is extremely tempting, I would add a lawn gown, a boating costume, a bathing suit, a travelling suit, a debutante ball gown, a wedding gown, and probably a few variants of the outfits already shown (there are so many adorable cycling costumes but I eventually had to settle with what I'd already drawn).

Commission me on Ko-fi.

[that-one-anxious-mango]

summary: with the new looming information of terry’s move on her head, dallas must wrap her mind around her new changing world while feeling the cracks of pressure in it’s surface.

pairing: terry richmond x dallas dubois (oc!)

content: language, crude remarks, allusions to and negative mentions of a eating disorder, ANGST, mentions of death and mortuary practices.

note: be advised that while this installment is considered a main part, there may be references or connections made to weekly interludes that may contain information important to the storyline.

a/n: morning! i hope everyone is fairing well during this week! I'm am so absolutely grateful and honored for the reception this fic has been getting! please know that I appreciate every single one of you more than words can say. i hope you enjoy cause we’re about to get into the meat and potatoes now here soon!

p.s: please feel free to comment, like, reblog, or send a letter with any rambles, hit my dm for questions, and more. i enjoy hearing from you all - arie ✨

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“ I mean he can’t be serious. He’s doin' this to spite me.” Dallas Dubois raved from her place under the portable hair dryer in the living room of her childhood home. “ There can’t be any other reasonable explanation. Because, Mommy,  when have you ever heard of Devin being concerned about anything that goes on up there other than when it’s time to come collect his check each week.”

At her ranting and raving, Hildria Anne Dubois smiled at her pouty mess of daughter who in that moment looked like every bit of her late husband, as she set out the required tools for styling her hair.

“ I dunno’, Dumplin’. I mean while I’m not saying that Devin wouldn’t do something like this to get under your skin. Is there even a ounce of you that would consider that maybe he's finally growing up. Wants to be more involved?” She shrugged, playing devil's advocate while hoping that maybe this was a sign that her step-son was finally growing into the man that her and her husband at one point had worked tirelessly to try and raise, despite both the lessons and natural traits he'd inherited from his mother.

“ No.” Dallas raged, “ Please! Maybe he can fool everyone else. But not me. I wouldn’t trust Devin as far as I can throw him.” 

" I do all the work, and he gets to claim half the glory from the public and still complains behind the scenes about what I do."

“ Freaking Ingrate.” She muttered, roughly adjusting the steaming dryer on her head.

“ Alright now, let’s just calm right on down.” Hildria said, “ Now I know Devin’s cornbread ain’t exactly done in the middle but let’s not start the name calling. Don’t stoop to his level, hear.”

“ Yes ma’am.” Dallas sighed, taking a pause before speaking again, “ Mama, Terry Richmond is moving back here.”

“ I know.”  Hildria didn't miss a beat with her response, shocking her daughter, “ How?!” 

“ Because, the day before yesterday I got a call from your Aunt that Nefari Simms of all people had the audacity to walk into her salon and ask how much a booth was to rent.” At this statement, Dallas felt her eyes buck a bit.

Considering it was an all too well known fact that her Aunt Tootie had had a longstanding dislike for the Simms family way before anything had ever transpired between her and Nefari, with their incident only worsening that dislike into a deep distain. The fact that Nefari, as bold and uncaring as she seemed, still made an effort to attempt something like that still somewhat surprised Dallas.

“ Told Aunt Tootie that her and Terry were moving back here and she was looking for somewhere to set up shop.”

“ And? What happened?” Dallas unknowingly felt herself moved to the edge of her seat, mainly because she the way her Aunt was, and how she had an affinity for getting people together both in and out of a salon chair.

“ What happened? What do you think happened, Dallas!”  Hildira laughed, “ Had it not been for her having Mother Ethel as a client in her chair, you know she would’ve asked that little girl to step outside into the parking lot with her. But instead she just told her, every booth was already promised to girls coming straight out the hair school.”

“ Thank the Lord.” Dallas shifted back in her seat, “ I just wouldn’t be able to handle running into her at the shop on the regular of all things. I’m stressed enough.” She closed her eyes, rubbing at her slightly aching chest.

At this Hildria instantly felt a pang of empathy as she all too well knew some of the stress her daughter was under. It wasn't easy running a business like Dubois Family Funeral homes and she knew that from the experience of attempting to manage things for the first few months after her husband's passing.

But between her lack of knowledge, the heavy demands of time and dedication while still trying to see about her own business, mixed with her grieving. It was a task that had all but pushed her into a depressive state, with the responsibility of managing partner then falling on her eldest step-son, Ramsey, who despite never having ambitions of working within the family business, made his sacrifice of overseeing the main home until Dallas's graduation and completion of her apprenticeship.

And with all that being considered, it would never cease to amaze Hildria of what her daughter managed to do day in and day out at just twenty six years old that she hadn't been able to manage within her late forties with years of previous entrepreneurial experience.

“ Oh my poor baby.” Hildria cooed, bending down underneath the dryer to place a kiss to her daughter’s sullen face, “ It’ll all be fine, Dumplin. Mommy promises." She smiled, producing a small one on on her only daughter's face.

“ Who knows, maybe this will be good for everyone! Ain’t that right, Percy? Tell her.” Her mother spoke to the timid little puppy looking on from his spot on the couch.

“ Now, after I get done how about Mommy goes in the freezer and pulls out some chicken and dumplins’ for her favorite dumplin to heat up? Hmm? AND you can spend the night so we can have some sherbet and stay up late to watch re-runs of SVU.” The beautician posed, unknowingly making the offer as a real way of sparing herself another lonely night without the human companionship that her little four legged friend just couldn't provide her.

“Sound good?” 

Immediately Dallas's spirit felt lifted by the proposal, “ Yes ma’am. Sounds great.”

“ Alright. It’s a plan.” Hildria clapped, coming over to lift the dryer, and inspecting the long blow-dried hair that peeked out of the wrap she'd put on. “ Now let’s get to this head. What we doing today? I’m thinking tight curls?”

And after an evening of laughter and love with her mother that rejuvenated and instilled her with some new found confidence, Dallas had gathered the courage to text her brother and request a small meeting in her office the next morning to try and discuss the matter at hand. Making sure to note that she'd like to keep things civil between them.

The only problem being her brother didn’t know what the word civil even was. Because for as long as Dallas had known Devin Lamont Dubois, which was her entire life, it was one thing that was always clear. And that was the fact that for every second of her life that she's had breath in her lungs, her brother had absolutely despised her very existence, without the slightest indication as to why. Which made it not only difficult to grow up in the same house alongside him, but it also made it a hell of a task to try and run a business with someone who secretly wished she was in one of the caskets they sold.

And on days like today where the two had to be in communication with one another, Dallas always felt like going downstairs to pick a pretty soft pink one and hop right in it instead. Figuring that it'd be a more peaceful fate than sitting across a desk from her elder brother by two years who couldn't care less about the conversation at hand.

“Dallas you’ve been talking about getting someone to get in here and do the renovations for months. So what's the issue?" Devin Dubois waved a hand while scrolling through his phone and ignoring the whole ten minute spill his sister had just given him about exactly what her 'issue' with the situation truly was.

“ You’re right I have.” She acknowledged his statement through clenched teeth, “ But as I said before I had already been looking at companies for a while before you decided to enlist someone without running it by me first, Devin. And I also had a very clear and laid out lists of things I wanted done that just don't quite align with the work you ordered from Richmond & Co."

“ Right. Well I didn’t think I had to. Since your name isn’t the only one on this building. It’s Dubois Family Funeral homes, I don’t see the name Dallas anywhere up there.” He shrugs, sliding his phone into the pocket of his Gucci trousers.

“ Therefore I don’t have to run shit by you before I make decisions about the business that both our names are attached to. Need I keep reminding you and everyone else around here that we’re partners. Since all y’all keep fucking forgetting that part.”

“ Don’t curse at me please, Devin.” Dallas tried to keep her voice steady, “And need I remind you that while we are partners. I’m managing partner which means I have the final say, and this is something you should’ve discussed with me before you went making plans and promises to that man.”

“ Ain’t nobody cursing at you, you’re so gottdamn sensitive it’s ridiculous.” Devin sneered, “ And while you may be managing partner, for now. That don’t give you the right to act like I don’t have a say in what goes on around here.”

“ Of course you can have a say, Devin. We both do.” Dallas began to reason, “ But we’re supposed to be a team. And with you doing this behind my back, it doesn’t feel like that. It honestly makes me upset.”

And with that all too familiar look in his eye, Devin Lamont Dubois began doing what he did best when he couldn't get his way, which was antagonize.

“ Well I’m sorry you feel that way. You can go home and bake a mountain of pies, cakes, or whatever the fuck you make nowadays so you can throw it up later to feel better. I don’t care.” Devin threw out, shifting in his seat.

His comment making Dallas feel as if she’d been punched in the gut at the way he so carelessly threw her past condition in her face. One he’d helped to bring forth… Since it never helped that after all these years of recovery and hard work. She'd never been able to move past this obstacle in her life as long as he kept up his job of being a living and constant verbal reminder of that time in her past.

“ You’ll be fine, you always somehow are. So you need to stop whining and pull it the fuck together. Because they’re coming in for a meeting next week to discuss the plans.”

In a split second of letting the sting of his words pass through her gut, Dallas made the quick decision that instead of backing down and letting him bully her into the same mind frame of the small helpless young girl who he sat across at the dinner table with for all those years silently tormenting, all it took was one glance down at the shiny gold placard on her desk with her name on it. To ignite the fire in her loins to get him together.

“ Are they?” Dallas quipped, rising up from her seat, which in turn made Devin rise up from his. 

“ Yeah. They are.” He said.

“ Huh?” Dallas sounded, “ And when it’s time to sign the contract and contact the bank to pay them for all this, Devin. You’re gonna sign off on it, yourself?” 

“ Oh wait.” Dallas paused, “ You can’t.” 

She pointed to herself, “ Cause I’m the one signing the checks around here. Not you. So let’s make that inherently clear, once again.”

“ What are you being so fucking difficult about this for? Huh?” Devin snapped.

“ I know this ain’t about no high school shit.” A bitter laugh rumbled from his chest.

“ He’s marrying Nefari Simms of all people, Dallas.” When his ex classmate's name came off his tongue she could’ve sworn she seen it drip with salivation onto the floor, “ Do you think that man is gone’ be up here stuntin’ you. Be for real, man.”

“ No, Devin. That’s not what I’m talking about. Terry and I’s past friendship doesn’t have anything to do with this.” She ignored him, feeling her eyes begin to moisten, though she kept it together.

“ And Stop. Cursing. At. Me.” She snapped, feeling her positive disposition waned.

“ Because your lack of respect for me and how I run this practice is becoming too obvious. That’s what I’m talking about.” She fired out.

“ How you run it?! His octave jumped this time when he spoke, almost startling her if it weren’t for the fact that she knew if this man laid as much as a singular finger nail on her there would be nothing stopping Ramsey from coming down on the first thing smoking from Atlanta and finally beating living hell out of their brother like he’d been wanting to do since their father’s funeral years prior. 

A fact they both knew.

“ Let’s not forget the real reason why your big spoiled ass is even managing partner in the first place.” He seethed, “ Because of me. I let you have it. I put you where you are. And this how you thank me. By actin’ like a little bitch?” 

“ Yeah, you and your inability to keep your head out the bottom of a fucking whiskey barrel did a fine job in securing me my position, Devin. So I shouldn’t be thanking you. I should be thanking Jack Daniels or Elijah Craig instead."

“ A position that you should’ve stepped down from once I recovered. Because it’s my spot. It’s my birthright!" He slapped his chest, looking like everything a fool could be all at once.   

“ Is it? That’s new to me.” Dallas folded her arms across her own,“ Because as I recall Daddy’s will said that the managing partner of the practice goes to whichever child could be deemed fit by the board to take over.”

“ And here I am. Fit.” He said, doing a once over of his sister,“ More than you in a couple ways too.”

Brushing off yet another dig at her physicality, Dallas continued to stand firm in her position, “ Well if you feel so strongly about that. I suggest that you gather the board and we can all have a nice little meeting about that.” Dallas shrugged, “ But I promise you. It won’t go the way you think.”

“ I’m serious when I say you need to stop bitching about this and accept it for what it is, Dallas. Or I just might take you up on that offer for a different kind of meeting.”

“ Right.” Dallas nodded, “ But until then you can see you and that empty ass threat. Out of my office, Devin. The door is that way.”

“ You’re dismissed.” She pointed, sitting back in her seat and ignoring both his glare that burned into the side of her face and derogatory mumbles to himself as he excited with a light thud of the door. 

Waiting a few seconds until she was sure he was gone, the young women got up and dashed into the bathroom connected to her office, promptly locking the door and letting out a muffled sob of distress into her burning hands as she felt her whole body practically rattle with angry and discomfort about the last two weeks of her life. 

Feeling the hot black tears begin to race down her face, she shakily grabbed a small hand cloth to wipe away at the muddled mascara mess on her cheeks as her brain ran a mile a minute with thoughts of how she’d survive the next couple weeks.

Between her brother, the mess with Terry, the fear of her past bout with an all too tiring eating disorder coming back, and just the general worries and responsibilities that came with owning a business as amassed as hers. Dallas felt her chest weigh heavy with so many burdens sitting on top of her heart. 

And when her breathing became too erratic for her to calm with a simply hand to her sternum, she immediately reached in her Navy sweater’s pocket to produce the small hot pink inhaler she kept on her at all times. 

Lifting it to her mouth she administered three measured pumps before closing her hands and leaning back against the bathroom wall for just a moment of reprieve. As she tried to get herself together for the rest of the day. 

A moment of silence that was too soon interrupted by the sweet voice of one of the young office assistants, Fionna. 

 “ Ms. Dubois?”

“ I’m in the bathroom, sweetheart.” She called back, hoping the young woman would leave.

“ I know it’s just that… The Jones family is here and they’re asking questions about Mrs. Ursula’s cremains and how they can be divided between the family.”

Dallas nodded to herself, remembering the specific family and their interest in making their fallen matriarch’s ashes in keepsakes for everyone in their family. 

“ Right. Well you can direct them to Ms. Peters. I’m sure she can explain everything to them.” She mentioned one of the seasoned counselors. 

“ I know and I suggested that…” Fionna fingers tapped against her clip board, “ But they specifically asked for you. They say they don’t wanna speak to anyone else. They seem a little testy too, ma’am.”

“ For fucksake.” Dallas mumbled, “ Okay I’ll handle it in a moment. Thank you, Fionna.” She heard the footsteps retreating before she stopped her.

“And Fionna? "

" Ma'am?"

" I appreciate the hard work you do here. I truly do.” Dallas began.

“ But please. The next time I tell you I’m in my personal bathroom taking a human moment, sweetheart. Please leave and come back later or let me come find you, alright?”

“Okay. I'm sorry! Won't happen again." Dallas heard the response, as well as the slight whimper to her words that she was sure would be followed by a accumulation of tears in her mentee's eyes. She was such a perfectionist after all.

“ No no no. None of that.” Dallas quickly comforted her through the door, “ You’re not in trouble, Fionna. I understand you probably just felt pressured and wanted to do what you could right away. I get that.”

“ But one of the things you’ll learn soon here in this business is that there’s a lot of patience to be had with both us and the customers. So keep that in mind.”

“ Yes, ma’am. Got it.”

“ Wonderful. Now tell them I’ll be out shortly. Thank you.”

“ No problem, ma’am.” Fionna said before leaving out of the office. 

With a sigh Dallas gave herself one more glance in the mirror before reaching under the sink cabinet to grab her makeup bag in an attempt to patch up her soft masterpiece she’d done this morning. 

Once she was satisfied with her work, she patted herself on her shoulder with a deep breath and exited the bathroom and then her office into the bustling hallway. 

She didn’t believe she had made it a good ten feet down the hall before she saw him standing there talking to an obviously frazzled Fionna. 

Which prompted only one question in Dallas's mind as she approached: What in the fuck was Terry Richmond doing in her lobby, bothering one her favorite workers?

“ Ms. Dubois I was just letting Mr. Richmond know that you were coming out of your office from a meeting and heading straight into another one with a family. He said he’d been trying to reach out so I suggested that we try and look at what appointments you had available for next week.” Fionna pushed her glasses up, and showed her the iPad in her hand that displayed Dallas's packed calendar.

“ And as I initially let this young lady know, who is very good at her job I might add.” Terry flashed the young girl a weak smile that only Dallas could tell was his best effort to mask his annoyance, “ That I would only need a few seconds of your time.” 

“ Well thank you…um sir…but again I promise I explained to him Ms. Dubois. That you’re quite busy today and—"

“ It’s alright, Fionna. I understand.” Dallas nodded, doing her best to ease the young girl, “ Do me a favor and have Mrs. Peters go and offer the Jones family some coffee, tea, biscuits or whatever while they wait.”

“So that I can briefly talk to Mr. Richmond here about some business with the home.”

Looking between them with skeptical eyes, Fionna chirped a, “ Yes, Ma’am.”  Before she retreated off to do as told. 

Leaving the two ex friends and their strained smiles on display as Dallas whispered, “ Follow me.”

As she swiftly led them both past greeting townsfolks and down a secluded and empty hallway in the way back that had stairs leading to the morgue.

She only took a moment to make sure the coast was clear before she said, “ Have you lost your mind?! I’m working.” Dallas quickly snapped, “ So if this isn’t important—

“ We need to talk. Now.” His voice was low and serious, prompting Dallas to halt her miniature tantrum as she unfortunately felt some kind of natural urge to listen to him.

“ About?” She questioned.

“ Us.”

 The words rang around in her brain half a second, almost sounding nice...sweet... even before another set of words drifted with bold colors through her mind.

Liar,

Deceiver,

Asshole,

Engaged.

Which were all enough to send her back into the reality of the moment, “ Oh for fucks sake.” Dallas groaned, feeling a migraine beginning to stir, “ There isn’t anything for us to talk about, Terrance. There is no us. I’ve told you that a million times now. You’re wasting my time. Now if you’ll excuse me.” She went to walk away but was met with a hard chest in face as Terry moved to block the hall. 

“ Dallas.” A hand moved to her shoulder, “ Please.” The singular word leaves his lips with a force behind it meant to convey a whole hoard of words and pleas he just couldn't quite get out.

“ What is there to say, Terry! “ Dallas threw up her hands, a tart laugh escaping past her lips. “ I mean shit. What do you want from me?! Why won’t leave me alone?”

“ Well to start I’d like for you to stop acting like I don’t exist.” He immediately fired back.

“ Oh God.” She groaned, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

Because in my world you don’t. She thought.

“ You don’t think I hadn't noticed that every time I’d come into town to visit my Uncle over the last six years you always seemed to miraculously be out of town or on sabbatical with no one being able to reach you.” 

“ Or how you haven’t returned a single letter, phone call, text message!” He rattled off.

" And whose fault is that, Terry! Huh? Quickly, tell me." She snapped her fingers, " Because as I recall only one of us standing here sent a message that morning by leaving the other. A message that they couldn't."

" So guess what, message received. You couldn't take it, so I left you the fuck alone like I always should have from the start. End of story. So don't stand here in front of me like a lost fucking puppy looking for it's favorite toy to play with and tug on. Because you won't find it here. Not anymore." Dallas raged, tears threatening her waterline.

" Besides six years my fucking ass." She scoffed, " You didn't start reaching out to me until a year ago after Daddy's anniversary and you know it." She recalled the letter and bouquet of pink peonies that been delivered to her house with a note and a card signed T.R.

And against all her insticnts of tossing them in the trash like she'd wanted, Dallas had ripped up the card without ever looking at it's message and instead donated the flowers to a family for a funeral service in one of the home's chapels.

Immediately Terry came to his own defense with a grave look on his face, " Dallas that isn't true. I've always bee-"

" Save it." A tired hand shot up to cease his speech, " Just save it, Terry. And do us both a favor by leaving me the fuck alone. Please."

She'd hoped the emphasis she's put on her last word would be enough to sway him to move out of her way, so she could resume her work in an attempt to make this horrid day end faster.

Yet her words only had an opposite effect as his demeanor and the determination in his voice only became clearer as he returned a single word with an emphasis of his own, " No."

Blinking hard at him like he'd spoken Pig Latin, Dallas could only parrot him for confirmation and her own understanding, " No?"

" No." He confirmed, “ I’m going to leave you alone, Dallas. Because I understand that I hurt you that night. And I’ve been trying to apologize to you about that and hell of a lot more since.” 

“ But you won’t even give me an opportunity to.” He defended.

“ You won’t give me an opportunity to try and get my friend back.”

“ Why do you care so much, Terry? Huh?” Dallas quipped, “ I mean seriously what is this about?”

At her words, Terry took a pause, just to look into the same shining hickory colored eyes beating in his, that he had once watched cry tears for him to stay rather than for him to go all those years ago, “ It’s about the fact that I don’t want us to be strangers.” Terry simply said, watching as his statement brought a softness to her face just the way he’d hoped it would. 

 “ I promised you that the morning I left for basic that I’d never let us ever become strangers and this is me trying to keep that promise to you, me, and our younger selves." He recalled the conversation the two of them had that morning in front of his Uncle's house before he was carted off to a US military academy to become forever changed by the philosophies and ideologies of Uncle Sam and his friends.

He'd never forget wiping the tears from her eyes, and relieving her of some long strands of eyelashes that got in the way as she'd softly sobbed away while clinging tightly to him with whispered promises of them staying in touch being exchanged, as he too had held onto her just a tad bit tighter with the thought of receiving her letters with the bubblegum pink pen ink already lifting his spirits about the agony and trials that awaited him ahead.

After basic, once they'd finally started to come in, he'd kept them all safely tucked away as they'd become oh so important for his reading when he needed that boost of hope and joy only she could give him.

“ That’s why it’s important, Dallas. Our friendship is important to me. And even though I haven’t always shown it the best. I’m here now.” He said, a new card of vulnerability being shown from his deck," I’m trying.”

“ And I hope you’ll try with me. At least one last time.” He pressed, “Just one chance.”

And with his final words spoken into the air between them, and that look on his face that she just couldn't quite shake from infiltrating her mind. She'd couldn't tell if this was genuine talent on his part or another tactic with an awful acronym that he'd picked up from his time in service that disarmed her this way, and had successfully knocked out a small tiny wall in her defense, which was enough to get him a measly toe across her boundary line, “ Look, the only time I have to truly talk is tomorrow morning before we open. We usually have the doors open by 8 but I’ll be here at 6. You can meet me at the front steps and we can have a conversation then. This way maybe you can get whatever closure you need to move on from it.”

“ That good enough for you? Does that make you feel better?” She leaned forward, a scowl spread across her lips.

“ It is and it does, yes.” He answered, trying to keep the smile that wanted to stretch on his face at bay, knowing full well that any mentions of “closure" wasn't apart of Terry's masterful plan to get back in her orbit, seeing especially as phase one had just completed itself.

“ Good.” Dallas forced, clearing her throat when a particularly intoxicating waft of asphalt and sandalwood had begun to finally invade her senses at this wrong moment, causing her quick dismissal of herself “ Now if you’ll excuse me. Like I said. I’m working.”

“ Right. Well, have a good day.” He nodded, slowly stepping aside and watching as she hurrily passed him, creme manolo blahniks clicking against the polished floor,  “ And see you tomorrow.” 

“ Same to you, Terrance.” She called over her shoulder while racking her brain with thoughts of what the hell she’d agreed to, while also mentally searching for what she'd picked as her vice of the night to escape her life for a couple hours this evening.

While full well knowing that her preferred option was off the table...unless she'd seek out permission to open that coveted bottom draw of her bedside table, from a man literal states away.

Although maybe she could still pop open and explore it's contents as a secret only her and her delicious little buzzing rabbit could keep for the night.

However, since next visit wasn’t for another four weeks out, she wasn’t sure if she was too eager to break the rules and touch herself.

Because he’d know.

He always knew.

Yet in still, it was a risk she was gonna have to take tonight if she wanted to ease some of the mental tension she felt. 

If she was gonna relax enough for a meeting tomorrow morning she was sure was going to set her nerves on fire for the foreseeable future.

End of 2.2

[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[majouartings]

guess who's been playing ace attorney again IT WAS ME

sometimes the real otp is you x the ship that altered your brain chemistry for a little while when you were 18

[blujayonthewing]

playing bg3 as felix would be interesting because on the one hand he's intrinsically invested in ferreting out all of the backstories and secrets and hidden places and conspiracies, but on the other hand I'd have to be making someone else be the party face, like, A Lot

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[pelipper]

after going to a bar for the first time in over a decade, i have come to the conclusion that i belong at anime con raves, not at upper west side bars.

[selvepnea]

Thinking about. That one post about art. And how it's never good enough. Since you're the one that made it. And how. It might relate to how I view myself?

[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Requested by GracielleGrace

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Characters: Hank and Connor Prompt: "I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's YOUR side."

>>ACCESSING MEMORY LOG

>11/26/2038

>16:32:58

“Oh, what now?”

“It would appear the elevator is stuck.”

“Yeah, no sh—“

>>PROFANITY LIMIT REACHED. INITIATING HANK ANDERSON PROFANITY FILTER v1.02

“Yeah, no sheep, Sherlock. Fudge.”

“Not to worry, Lieutenant. I'll call for assistance now.”

“Oh, you'll call for assistance. Great. All my problems are solved.”

>>CONTACTING NEAREST MAINTENANCE ANDROID

>>SENDING LOCATION

>>CONFIRMATION RECEIVED

“It's most likely a simple electrical failure. The maintenance android should have us out in ten minutes.”

“Oh, Santa Claus, another android, just what we need. Well, as long as this one doesn't leave us both for dead.”

“I feel I should apologize again for chasing the deviant instead of coming to your assistance, Lieutenant. It wasn't that I was unconcerned for your safety. My calculations indicated the chance of your survival was approximately 89%, and so it seemed to me—”

“To heck with you and your flipping calculations! You're full of sheep and you know it. All you care about is your stupid flipping mission, you—oh, why am I even talking to you? It's like arguing with my flipping refrigerator.”

“I understand your anger, and I sincerely apologize for my actions. I will prioritize your safety in future.”

“Bull. Sheep. I ain't buying any of that sugar-coated crap. You're just saying that to get on my good side. Where the heck is that android?”

>>CONSULTING...

“ETA 7 minutes.”

“Santa, this is the longest ten minutes of my life.”

“Studies have shown that time appears to pass more slowly when you are agitated. Perhaps it would be best if we shook hands and started on a fresh—“

“No. I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's your side.”

“My apologies.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Okay, how much time now?”

“Six minutes.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.”

“Lieutenant, I....”

“What now?”

“Never mind. I have no desire to aggravate you further.”

“Oh, just spit it out already. Not like I've got anything better to do.”

“I...merely wish to say that I am trying.”

“Right. Whatever.”

“You're right to say that I'm a machine. I'm not a human like you. I'm sure that, were you in my position, your feelings, your emotions, would lead you to make the right decision. However...I don't have emotions. I can only simulate them. There are certain scripts and protocols I am programmed with that allow me to approximate human behavior. But you're right. At the end of the day, I am nothing but 1's and 0's.”

“Hmph. Yeah. That's the difference between me and you.”

“No. The difference between us is that I am trying to bridge the gap, and you are not.”

“Screw you.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Look. It's just...aw, heck.”

“I believe now it's my turn to say 'spit it out.'”

“Yeah, yeah. Look...we're supposed to be partners. For better or for flipping worse. And when your partner is hanging onto a roof by one flipping hand, you forget about whatever perp you're chasing and go make sure your partner doesn't flipping fall to his death, okay?”

“I understand.”

“No you don't. You just told me you don't have emotions, so how could you? But maybe you could at least simulate a minimum amount of concern for your flipping partner, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now tell that android to hurry up so we can get out of here and I can stop looking at your stupid face.”

[hyenasfnafaus]

A lil bit of trivia for two of my AU's for ya'll! Both "What was Lost, What was Found" and "Through the Static" got their titles because of songs! WWLWWF's title is loosely based on the lyric - "And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find" From the song "Featherstone" By "The Paper Kites"

And "Through the Static" Gets its title from the song "Static" by "Minimall" While maybe neither song is a 100% perfect match for the respective AUs, the vibes are there to me and I think they make for some nice titles. On a non AU related note, I'm both very excited and hella nervous. ;; After like, ages of the couple friends I can see in person I had almost never seeming interested in doing anything with me no matter what I tried to offer. I worked up the nerve to ask a couple coworkers I've befriended if they'd be interested in trying some TTRPG games with me sometime, and not only did they say "Yes", but they've actually meant it too! ;; They've been asking me about the games and helping with figuring out where we can meet up to play and excitedly looking at dice sets. Idk when we'll get to start playing, but still! I'm honestly in a bit of shock! XD; I'm honestly used to being of little to no interest. XD;

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 2

A/N: Okay, by popular demand, I decided to make this into a series so after this one, I’ll have at least four or five more parts to this series as it follows the movie events. I also tagged those that asked for part 2/asked to be tagged. Thank you guys for your support!

Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.

TW: Not much, just insecurity and a little bit of self deprecating thoughts really

Word Count: 2,097

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

SPOILERS FOR KPDH

“Great, (Y/n), you’re home!” Zoey cheered as soon as you came through the door, tackling you in a hug as you were trying to toe your shoes off.

You chuckled, managing to juggle the groceries so you could pat her back with one hand.

“(Y/n), where were you, we were waiting!” Mira grouched impatiently, her and Rumi joining you and Zoey in the entryway.

“Only for a little bit though, Mira, chill.”

You made an awkward face, “Uh, I was waiting for you guys to text me that you were done and you never—“

“Oh, (Y/n), you’ll never guess what we saw earlier!” Zoey interrupted you, taking the grocery bags from you to see what snacks you had gotten.

“Oh my gosh, you won’t,” Rumi agreed, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What?” You asked curiously, putting the groceries away as the other three separated out the snacks and junk food to take a mental list of what was there.

“Some demons,” Mira spat the word with a snarl, “decided to come after our fans by making a boy band.”

Oh that sounded too familiar to you. You froze. And then did your best to act natural. “Oh, whatttttt?” Okay stop, your voice is too high. You cleared your throat. “Really?”

None of the girls seemed to notice.

“Yeah, we’re gonna kill them tonight,” Rumi tells you. “So that means we gotta get battle ready. So, will youuuu…?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, I’ll set out your battle outfits and make some dinner and bring it down to you guys,” You smiled indulgently at them.

“Yes! You’re the best (Y/n)!” Zoey cheered, pumping her arms in the air and throwing them around you. “And you’ll…?”

“Make you guys your pregame ramyeon? Yes, I’ll boil some water and bring it down with dinner so you can heat it while you eat.”

Rumi and Mira joined in the feral food cheering as the three made their way to the elevator.

“Yes!”

“Thank you, (Y/n), you’re the best!”

“Thank you, best sister ever in the entire universe!”

Sigh. Same routine as usual. They always took a few hours to get battle ready so you decided to go get their battle outfits down from the closet and make sure all the accessories and pieces were in place. And also set out some makeup and nail polishes that would suit their complexions and preferences while complimenting the black leather style.

After that, you started making dinner. Sometimes you felt more like an unappreciated housewife than the sister of an idol.

“Let’s go kill these guys.”

And, also like usual, you grabbed your backpack of first aid supplies and followed after them like a groupie.

To be honest, you really didn’t want to be doing this. They seemed nice back at their performance! They were just performing, singing their cute little soda pop song! And they were so nice to you too! Well… they were very flirty and that might have been because you were part of their target audience as a girl. But it was still very flattering!

Shaking your head, you remembered what they had said at the end of their performance, they were going on ‘Play Games With Us!’ right? You could probably watch it on your phone.

You struggled not to burst out laughing as the video streamed, they were all in baby high chairs with bibs with their names on them, in a hot sauce drinking competition! Baby was happily kicking his feet but everyone else looked like they were dying!

“(Y/n), come on!” A whisper-shout came from up ahead, they were holding the studio door open.

“Coming!” You shoved your phone in your pocket and jogged into the studio to join them. The four of you crouched in the sidelines of the studio, out of sight of the audience. And wow, it was even funnier to see in person.

“Once they come off the stage, we’ll jump down for the attack, and these boys’ll be…”

“Done, done, done,” the three snickered with gremlin smiles, sneaking away to get higher ground. Rumi turned to you as if she forgot you were there, “Oh, (Y/n), stay here out of sight or outside the studio, just in case. Okay?” She left.

“Yeah, okay…” It wasn’t like you couldn’t fight, you went through all the same training as Mira, Zoey, and Rumi. But the three often treated you like a helpless maiden when you went with them for demon hunts.

You turned your attention back to the stage, crouching in the shadows behind the backdrop of the set as one by one, the boys dropped out of the spicy challenge until it was just one of the hosts and Baby.

“It’s a dead heat between my handsome co-host and Baby Saja!” Baby was still sipping away at his bottle of hot sauce like it was just milk, content as can be. “Can our host catch up?”

Nope. He was red in the face and his eyes were crying. He gave up with a pop and a cry of, “So spicy! So spicy!”

The man collapsed forward. “No he can’t! Baby Saja is the winner!”

Baby pulled the empty bottle from his mouth with a pop, a nonchalant, almost bored look on his face, “Goo goo, ga ga.”

You had to slap a hand over your face to keep from laughing. ‘Oh my gosh! Spice KINGGGG! Iconic.’ In some way, that was hot in a way more than the spice itself. It was almost dorky in some way. It was… humanizing to see the so-called demon boys like this as they cheered for their maknae.

The segment was coming to an end and the host was starting to say the goodbyes when Jinu took the mic. You froze like a rabbit as he suddenly introduced Huntr/x as some surprise guests, a spotlight shining on the girls who peaked over the top of the set. You slapped a hand on your face, ‘girlssssss… how can you be so obvious…?’

It was really unfortunate when the leather of their outfits didn’t agree with the slide, making a slow, screeching descent as the crowd groaned. You and the boys had matching grimaces of second hand embarrassment on your faces…

And then they were trying to wrap it up and the Saja Boys were playing the bigger people by being respectful and humble, bowing to the girls, “It was truly an honor to share the stage with you.”

Seeing the positive reaction of the crowd, the girls tried to outdo them by bowing lower, “Oh no, the honor is ours.”

And then it turned into a bowing competition. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the boys, ‘These men were basically folded in half!!! Wow. Demon boys are really flexible…’ You slapped your face at the mental implications of that thought. And in the realization of the view you had of the boys from this angle. Wow…

Distracted by your mental embarrassment, you didn’t realize the curtains were closing and the boys were making their escape until a hand slapped over your mouth and arms were carrying you away.

Looking up, you saw that it was Romance, who gave you a sly smirk and a charming wink, “Hello there, sweetheart~” he cooed.

“Nice to see you again~” Jinu cooed as well, a mischievous grin.

‘WAIT! Did this mean they remembered you from earlier?! And was that Baby on Mystery’s back…?’

That kind of attention could go straight to a girl's head if she let it. Or her heart…

And now she was in some bath house. A men’s bathhouse to be specific. Absolutely done with your current situation, you couldn’t help but go limp in Romance’s arms, staring up at the ceiling of the bathhouse flatly. Why is this your life? Being kidnapped by hot demon boys?

“Awww, don’t worry pretty girl, we’ll give you back to your sister in a minute,” Jinu teased with a smirk as the boys took their positions for a dramatic encounter with Huntr/x. You couldn’t help but blush at the cute pet name. He called you pretttyyyyyyy…

And then the girls arrived.

Yadda yadda, followed them into the bathhouse, yadda yadda, simps for Abby’s abs, yadda yadda, stealing fans, clever evil snark, battle.

“Oh, don’t forget to protect your sister, too!” Jinu yelled and nodded at Romance, and then you were being thrown in the air towards a group of water demons.

‘Did this jerk really just throw you!?’

“Hey!” You twisted, landing on your feet and using the momentum to spin and launch yourself back at the boys, ducking and twisting easily between reaching demon limbs, “I am not. A. DAMSEL!”

Abs kinda shrieked in surprise, which was adorkable, and the boys took off while the girls with actual weapons started killing water demons. Jinu almost slipped on a puddle while making his dramatic exit which was also adorkable but now wasn’t the time for giggling at cute, evil boy antics.

Jinu was gremlin laughing cheerfully as you ran after them, your sister joining you in the chase and quickly overtaking you, slashing at Jinu. The two ended up detouring into a room in their fight and you kept going after the other four.

“I knew idol fans were crazy but I didn’t think it was this bad!” Abby called back to you with a smirk and you growled, your frustration giving you a burst of speed.

You leapt and ended up tackling Baby, causing Mystery to stop and come back with a protective snarl.

“I am not a psycho fan! I’m just trying to do my part!”

You twisted, having to let go of Baby as Mystery made a grab for you with his clawed hands. “And we’re just doing ours,” Romance was apparently joining the fight. It may have been a mistake going after the maknae of the group, it always drove the protective instincts of the rest of the group up the wall…

Leaping, twisting, kicking, punching, it was all you could do to protect yourself and try to keep them from running away until the other girls could catch up with the actual fire power.

“Do you own any shirts that actually fit or do you always shop two sizes too small?!” You couldn’t help but ask Abby as his abs flashed you before you kicked them.

“If it bothers you so much then stop looking, babe!” He smirks, twisting around Baby as the maknae swiped at you.

“Less flirting, more fighting,” the maknae drawled lazily. Your face flushed. From anger or being flustered, who knew. You knew…

“Not flirting!” You denied strongly, ducking under a high kick from Romance before jumping over a low swipe of the legs from Mystery.

“Awww, but I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her,” Romance whined. The four started moving faster, working more in synchrony as you struggled to keep up with all four of them at once.

You yelped when Abby and Mystery’s nails caught in the sleeves of your sweatshirt, the soft fabric tearing easily to reveal your arms. Panicked, you looked down and yeah. There they were. Your patterns. Your ugly, disgusting, demonic pattern.

When you were little, you used to use markers to color the space between them and make doodles on your skin out of the jagged lines until Aunt Celine caught you and berated you. She disciplined you so badly that you never even thought of doing it again.

And now they were on display. In front of four demons no less.

You hugged your arms, trying in vain to cover them, looking up at them. Their fight stances had loosened in surprise, their eyes darting across your arms to take in the darkening lines.

“Demon pattern…?”

You took a step back, terrified. They’ll tell Jinu and then they’ll tell Mira and Zoey and then the world and no one will ever accept you again. Mira and Zoey may accept Rumi as a fellow huntress but you? You who doesn’t matter? You who can only help with clothes and visuals? They’ll kill you in a second.

Having to pick between running and hiding or staying and keeping them from escaping?

You chose to run. Run back to the apartment by yourself to hide your skin.

And you didn’t notice how a foot took a step after you, a hand half raised to reach out to you, a lingering unreadable look as eyes followed you, a mouth partially opened to call after you.

Four demon boys left to question what just happened.

Outtake:

Huntr/x: “Can you believe it?! A demon boy band?!

You: “Yeah, it sounds like a good concept.”

Huntr/x: “… What…?”

You: “Yeah, hot demon guys coming for your soul? Fans are rabid for that kind of dark mystery. They’d sell their soul in an instant.”

Huntr/x: “…”

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Size difference with Caleb!

Content: Non proof-reader; Established relationship + Size difference (duh) + Tummy bulge (so unrealistic) + Manhandling + Mating press + Overstimulation

Summary: When does Caleb notice just how big he is in contrast with you?

Note: Thank you so so much for the idea!! I hope you like it, dear @dishoneykisses ♡ Sorry if it's a bit short/not what you expected...

Kind reminder that petite body is solely based on the height, plus my sweetie pie Caleb is a strong boy! No need to feel ashamed about your weight with him!

Caleb notices the size difference when...

He's cooking with you by his side. He is too engrossed on having the correct measures for the perfect mix between the spices and the sweetness of the sugar, when he suddenly notices you trying to reach the ceramic plates. You are trying your best to reach them, having to get on your tip toes and stretching your arm as much as possible just so you can get that one plate that you needed. Before you notice, Caleb is already behind you, his hips brushing against your rear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt his warmth behind you. "Be careful pips, surely you don't want them to fall on your head? Next time just let me know so I can help you." Caleb rubs your hair before focusing once again on finishing the recipe.

He's taking care of you during your period. As soon as you told him that your period had started, it took him less than a few hours to suddenly appear in front of your door. His shoulder carrying a huge bag filled with God knows what. After Caleb is done giving you all the treats he had brought, and then letting you choose between more than four different brands of pads and tampons, he finally let you lay on top of him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. It was during this time that he realised just how small you were, with your feet barely reaching somewhere between under his knees and his own feet. He couldn't help but feel a bit tempted to grab you press you against him just because of how cute you were.

He goes to hug you. It is quite often that Caleb ends up rushing towards you, arms extended as he wraps them around you, lifting you up as if it was some kind of corny romance and then giving you a few twirls before carrying you in the bridal style. You hit his chest multiple times, trying to get him to let you down, as all the people were starting to stare at the two of you, but it wasn't as if Caleb really cared, after all, he was far too focused on repeating the scene in his mind, remembering the sweet scent that emanated from you, together with how light you had felt as he lifted you and carried you around. He worked out so much for something, after all!

He's fighting along side you. He isn't all that into letting you fight by his side, this was not a matter of seeing you as weak, of course. It was just that he had grown accustomed to being the one to protect you, so of course he felt uncomfortable with letting you get too close to the Wanderer... So when he suddenly has to rush towards you to cover you from the claw of one of them, as he grabs you and pushes you away from it, he is able to notice just how small you are, with his frame being completely able to cover your smaller one.

He's playing with you. Despite how much time has passed, Caleb still enjoys playing with you, from the board games such as kitty cards, to the claw machine, even the ones that you used to play when you were younger, the ones in which the two of you tried to fight against the other. So when you start to playfully get on top of him and try to push him against the couch, Caleb is debating whether to let you win or to use a bit of his strength to prove who is really in control. And he was about to choose the first option, but when you suddenly start to tease him about you being "way stronger" than him, it takes barely a few seconds for him to have you against the couch, cheeks pressing against it as you kept trying to squirm to get away from his grip around your wrists. "Surely you already know who is really in control, right pips?

He's under you. This was one of the many times in which you tried to make your point, telling him to let you ride him since you had been researching on it. Caleb agreeded, a smirk appearing on his face as he saw your legs starting to tremble as the minutes went by, tears falling down your cheeks as the overstimulation gets a bit too much for you. He knows you're trying your best, cheeks puffed as you kept feeling frustrated from not being able to set a proper rhythm, surely you wanted him to take care of you... right? So he suddenly grabbed your hips, using his evol to lift you with ease , suddenly increasing the gravity and forcing you on his cock, hitting with the tip that spongy spot inside you, forcing lewd moans and pleas as you sinked your nails on his shoulders, trying your best to not let him know just how much pleasure was he making you feel. It is then that Caleb notices something. A strange bulge that keeps moving each time he enters you as you let those indecent mewls while he kissed your glossy lips. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but press it, putting his warm hands on top of it and making some pressure on it, making sure to rise it every time he lets your weight fall on his dick. "Gotta make sure I teach you how to fuck yourself, right? No time to rest, honey..."

He's balls deep inside you. The night had become a blurr the second you had started to drag your hands against his pelvis, always giving him poor excuses about you trying to find the popcorn that was clearly NOT there. You wanted to tease him? Just don't expect him to behave properly. Before you realised it, Caleb was already on top of you, his shirt thrown somewhere as he keeps forcing his cock inside you, fingertips interlocked as he keeps you under him, your back completely pressed against the couch as he keeps plummeting your insides, the wet sound of your poor cunt taking all his length filling the room, mixing with the obscene sounds that were leaving both Caleb's and your lips. "Too much Caleb! Tummy...! You're hitting... somewhere weird!" You try pressing your hands against his hips, giving him those puppy eyes as you try to get him to reduce the depth of his thrusts... Not like it would really work, of course. In fact, your little attempt only made him even harder, making him notice just how small your hands were in contrast with him, who was simply huge, in contrast with you. His weight squeezing you as he kept hitting your g-spot one after the other, making your eyes roll back to your skull each time, even taking advantage of it and staying there for a few seconds, cocky smile on his lips as he saw your flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. His eyes sometimes fixed on the creamy ring that had formed around his cock from all the times you had creamed around his cock... surely he could get to make you orgasm for the eighth time, right?...

Just how was he supposed to restrain himself from taking your petite body and fucking you against the first surface he could get to?!...

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professor!John who teaches history at university. You finally have classes with him and since the beginning of the year, all the girls in your year talk about how hot he is. He is something over 40 and he won the secret dilf competition that you made with your friends.

You take extra good time preparing for his classes, not just you learn the materials for the lesson, you also make sure that your outfit looks nice, that your hair is perfectly styled, and your makeup looks flawless. You always wear short skirts and cute tops to his classes, and you are 100% sure that when you wear knee high socks, he looks at you more that on the other girls.

John noticed you the very first time you came to his class. You sat in the first row like the good girl you are, and you raised your hand every time he asked questions. There were so many girls in his classes who tried to seduce him, but none of them were as smart as you were. You always had perfect score on your test, and he knew that you wanted to make him proud. It was just a bonus that when you crossed your legs on the chair you were sitting, he could sometimes see your panties.

He tried to wait until the end of the year, to approach you, so he wouldn’t be your professor anymore when he would fuck you. But you gave him no choice with your flirty remarks and your outfits.

That’s why he called you into his office after your lesson ended. He wanted to speak with you about the paper you were working on, and he wanted you to tell him how it was going.

When you get into his office you start to talk about your paper. You hoped that he called you there for other reasons, but he is patiently listening while you ramble about the sources and literature you found. After a while he asks you if you would mind if he smoke, he tells you that he needs a little bit of relaxation before his next class.

You watched him as he lights up a cigarette and offers you one. You decline and watch him blow out the smoke. “You sure you don’t want one?” he asks and when you tell him that you never really smoked, he pats his thigh and tells you to come closer.

“You know, this time of the year everything is so hectic” he says, “maybe you could help me with some pent-up stress, you know. What you think?”

That’s how you end up on the floor on your knees under his desk. You kneel between his thighs unzipping his trousers and taking out his thick cock. He is bigger that you imagined, and you know that there’s no way you can take him whole into your mouth. He gathers your hair in his hand, and he makes you look up at him. “You always look so pretty for me, but I think you will look even better with these lips around my dick” he says, and he gently guides your head to his crotch.

You choke on him quite a lot. You can take half of his length without a problem but after that, your gag reflex makes you stop. You hear him mumble something about training your mouth. When John finishes his cigarette, he makes you stand up, your lipstick ruined, most of it is on his cock like a pretty mark you left.

He bends you over his desk, pulling your skirt up. You can feel his cock teasing you through your underwear. When he pulls your panties down and starts to push inside you can feel him stretching you. “Just like that, you’re taking me so well, you’re so wet for me” he says. John pushes one hand under your t-shirt, pulling it up so he can see your tits. He tells you to take it off, so you just stand there in your skirt and knee-high socks.

He fucks you rough, quick thrust that makes your eyes roll. He plays with your nipples, twisting and pulling them until your breast are sensitive. You know that you don’t have a lot of time, anytime now his colleague could come back from their lunch break and find you like this.

When John starts to rub circles on your clit you can feel your orgasm approaching. With one hand he rubs your most sensitive part, and the other one is around your throat. “I need you to cum on my cock, I need you to milk me dry with your sweet wet pussy” he tells you and you can feel that he is also close. You cum like the good girl you are right as he tells you. A few moments later he is cuming inside you, his hot seed spilling in your pussy.

He helps you to put your clothes on. He pulls up your panties, and when he sees that his cum is spilling from your pussy, he quickly pushes two fingers inside you, saying that it needs to stay where it belongs. You’re still there, in his office with your thighs still trembling when his colleague comes back. John walks you out on the hallway, saying that you should come to see him again tomorrow at noon, that you still have a lot of work to do. You just hope that his colleague can’t hear when he whispers that you should come without panties this time.

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