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Spa Day
commission for: @kylars-princess
summary: Delilah comes home with something new for her and Kylar to try
word count: 2k
author's note: GAH i am such a sucker for cute little spa day fluff! THANK YOU NICK <3
“Kylar!” Delilah happily yelled when she walked through the door. “I’m finally home!”
“Welcome back, pretty girl!” He walked over to greet her before noticing the big, plastic bag in her hand. “Did you go shopping before you came home?”
She squealed when he asked that, throwing the bag on the floor to quickly search through it. She was buzzing with excitement, telling him how she had been looking forward to showing him this all day, how they’re both going to love it, and how she has a whole stay-at-home impromptu date planned out for tonight.
“Here it is!” She pulled out a little tub and held it up proudly.
Kylar took the container from her hand and inspected it curiously. “Clay face masks, huh?”
Delilah beamed at him. “Yes! My friend told me all about them! I never knew there was such a thing until they told me about them! I then went to the store and found tons and tons of them!”
“That’s so cool!” He smiled at her. Her happiness was contagious and he couldn’t help but be glad that she was excited about something new.
“Oh! I even found a special kind that’s gentle on acne for you to use!”
He cocked his head to the side and awkwardly asked, “For…me to use?”
She nodded and started to read the label on the container she was holding. “When my friend was telling me about these things and explaining how they’re good for skincare, I immediately wanted to try them with you!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Kylar tried not to show it but he was hesitant to agree to do this with her. Not because he didn’t want to spend time with her doing something new, but because he could hear the voice of his father berating him in the back of his head.
“You gotta be a fucking man, Kylar. You don’t want to be seen as a little pussy, do you? The last thing you want is to be seen as womanly.”
He was ready to tell her he wanted to opt out of this idea but the sweet look on Delilah’s face melted his heart. He couldn’t possibly say no to her when she was looking at him like that. Especially when she went out of her way to find a special kind of formula that wouldn’t harm his skin.
“What do you think?” She asked in an attempt to break the silence between them.
Kylar came back to the present and smiled at her. “I think this is a great idea, pretty girl. Where do we start?”
Her face lit up and she excitedly pushed her bag full of goodies into his arms and bolted to the bathroom. He could hear the sudden rush of water filling the tub as he started to pull out everything she bought.
She got two kinds of clay face masks, like she said, and a plethora of other things. Not only did she plan on doing skincare with him, she planned an entire spa day. She bought a bottle of lavender scented bubble bath, a little platter of fresh fruit for them to share, plush headbands, and even two of those little crystal rollers. While Delilah was still getting things ready in the bathroom, Kylar shoved the tub of fruit in the fridge to keep it from getting gross and mushy.
“Kylar, sweetheart? Can you bring me the bubble bath I got?” She called for him down the hall. “Oh! Also, pick out a CD for us to play!”
He jumped at the chance to look through his collection to pick the perfect album for them to listen to. Finally, he picked out a case after spending a few minutes carefully thinking about his choice. “Coming!”
He walked into the bathroom to find Delilah rushing around the small space trying her best to make it as relaxing as possible.
“Oh!” She grinned at him. “I’ll be taking that! Thanks!” She took the bubble bath from his hands and poured a generous amount into the running water.
The thick aroma of lavender immediately filled the small room. It had a sweet and soothing smell. That mixed with the warmth of the steam coming from the tub relaxed Kylar more than he’d like to admit.
Delilah then seemed to be content with how the bathroom was set up and without thinking, she said, “Okay, take your clothes off.”
“H-Huh?” The command caught him off guard but he didn’t think too much about it. He pulled his shirt off over his head and shook his messed up hair out.
“I just don’t want this getting all over our clothes!” She giggled as she very gently pulled one of the plush headbands she bought over his head. With a careful touch, she then pushed his hair back with it and made sure there were no stray hairs in his face. Then, getting overwhelmed with how cute he looked, she squished Kylar’s cheeks in her hands and squealed in delight. “You are so handsome!”
Kylar became a little sheepish with everything and her sudden compliments didn’t help. His father’s voice was still scolding him in the back of his head. Delilah looked so happy doing this with him, though, and that reminded him that this was okay. In fact, he was allowed to do silly, relaxing things like this without feeling lesser for it.
Delilah then undressed and put on her own headband, giggling a little at the soft material when it tickled her face. She reached for the tub of clay face mask and eagerly opened it with a loud pop!
“That smells, uh,” he thought for a moment, wanting to pick the right word that wasn’t too insulting. “Interesting.”
“It does smell a little funky, doesn’t it?” She gave it a careful whiff. “It’s not too bad at least! The smell will probably go away after it dries a bit. Are you ready?”
“Yeah, ready.”
Kylar watched her dip two fingers in the odd smelling goo and mix it up a bit. Then, she slowly pulled them out and started to lightly smear it on his face. It was a weird feeling for him. The face mask was kind of cold, smooth, and it was a lot lighter than he expected. Delilah’s touch was very gentle and loving as she made sure to apply an even layer to his face. After a minute or two, she decided it was even enough and booped his nose with her finger.
“Okay! My turn!”
Kylar’s nose felt itchy and he did his best to repress the urge to scratch it. “So, what do I do now?”
She wiped Kylar’s face mask off of her fingers and started to open the tub she bought for herself. Without looking up, she said, “Now you enjoy the bath! I’ll hop in once I have mine on!”
He nodded and finished undressing before slowly sinking into the full tub. He made sure not to get soap everywhere as he settled in.
“How’s the water?” Delilah asked, smearing the face mask on herself. “I hope it didn’t get cold!”
“It’s perfect, actually.” He chuckled. “Still warm, too. Although, if it was cold, I know a good way to make it warm again.”
“Pervert!” She laughed and wiped her fingers off. Before hopping in the tub after him, she popped a CD in their little radio and hit the play button. Kylar picked his favorite metal CD for them to enjoy during their time together. Everything seemed to be in place for this date night. The only thing the couple forgot about for this spa day was the fact the tub was just a little too small for two people at once.
“Easy, easy–”
Delilah slipped a little, making the water slosh around but wasn’t hurt. “I’m being careful, I swear!”
“I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
While slowly getting in the tub, she very nearly elbowed him in the chest. Kylar also accidentally kneed her in the shoulder while pulling his leg outside of the tub for more room. While trying to find a comfortable position for the both of them, they kept having painful little accidents like this until they finally figured it out.
Kylar snaked his arms around her middle and pulled her to him. “Comfy?”
“Very.” She felt her face getting warm, both from the temperature of the water and from his touch.
A low noise rumbled in his throat as he made himself more comfortable. The warm, lavender scented water made his tense muscles relax. He didn’t even notice how pent up he was until his body was submerged in the tub. He nuzzled his chin against Delilah’s shoulder and closed his eyes, smiling a little. Much to his surprise, the clay face mask actually felt kind of nice.
“This was a really good idea.” Kylar mumbled.
She swirled the soapy water around with her hands, watching it swirl as she responded, “I’m so glad you agree. I was a little worried you wouldn’t like this at first.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Why would you be worried?”
“Well, I don’t mean that in a bad way or anything. More like,” she paused to think about her word choice. “I didn’t know if you would enjoy doing this. If you didn’t, it wouldn’t be a bad thing! I also worried it would seem a bit…I dunno, dumb?”
Kylar held her a little tighter against him. “I would never find anything you like dumb, baby.”
“I know, but–”
“No buts.” He kissed her cheek and then grimaced at the feeling of the dry face mask against his lips. “I’m sorry about being hesitant before. It was nothing you did, okay? It was just…how I was raised, you know?”
Delilah grabbed Kylar’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It wasn’t anything you did to make me feel this way. I just worry too much I think.” She giggled, attempting to joke about their suddenly serious conversation.
“And that’s okay. I’m never going to tell you that you’re wrong for worrying or for feeling. Just know that I will never laugh or belittle you for anything. And I mean anything.”
“Thank you,” her voice was quiet but you could hear the love in her words.
He softly chuckled. “Of course, my muse. I’ve been enjoying my time with you. Now, when do we wash this stuff off? It feels weird now that it’s all dried up.”
“Oh! Right!” Delilah stood up in the tub, letting some of the water drip off of her before she stepped out. “The bath has gotten a little cold, anyway.”
Kylar followed her lead and got out too before draining the water. The CD was still playing and it was loud enough to drown out the noise the water made as it slowly spiraled down the drain. He then wrapped Delilah up in one of the fluffy robes that was hung up behind the door, kissed the top of her head, and told her that he had a lot of fun with her. A sweet smile spread across her face and she agreed that it was a nice way to spend time together.
“Okay, so I think all we have to do is wash this off with water?” She said, inspecting the directions on the back of the container.
“Would you like help?” Kylar asked, already wetting a washcloth for her. He then started wiping her face in a gentle, circular motion before she could even reply.
“O-Oh!” Delilah jumped a little at the sudden feeling but she didn’t stop him. In fact, it felt nice that he wanted to help. It made her feel loved.
The face mask wasn’t too hard to wash off, thankfully. Delilah’s face was almost clean in an instant. Once she was done, she wanted to return the favor and wash Kylar’s face for him while making sure to be gentle with his acne. Then, while staying in their robes, they left the bathroom to feed each other some of their favorite fruits. The voice of Kylar’s father had now been quieted and instead, Delilah’s sweet encouragements replaced it. He couldn’t wait to do this again.
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Hello friends!
If you have gotten a commission from me, I'm sure you've noticed I've been taking longer than usual. I sincerely apologize for that. Some very stressful events have happened and have drained me mentally and emotionally. Your commissions are not forgotten about, though! They have been worked on beforehand and will be finished and sent out asap! Pinky swear :)
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Hmm...I kind of want to do a fic raffle but there are no big achievements or holidays coming up really....I am close to 50 followers though (I'm at 42 right now) so maybe if I hit that milestone I'll hold a fun little raffle :)
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His Super Power
commission for: @maviwavis
summary: After pushing it too far, Rick helps Kieran and comforts her
word count: 1k
author's note: MAVIIIIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH this was so fun to write you have no idea....
divider credit: plum98
“Kiernan? Kiernan!” A muffled voice called to her, making her stir.
The more it spoke, the clearer it eventually became until she finally woke up.
“Huh?” Her eyes fluttered open but squinted again at the sudden bright light, “Ugh…What?”
A wave of relief washed over Rick and he audibly sighed. He gently brushed a wisp of hair out of her face, “You took it too far again.”
“Too far? What do you–?” Kiernan attempted to sit up but winced at the throbbing pain on the left side of her head, “...Oh, I see what you mean now.”
“Yeah,” he helped her sit up straight but kept a hand on the small of her back, “You gotta be careful with that. I can’t have you passing out like this.”
She just hummed and looked at her hands. If she looked anywhere else, her eyes would sting because of the intense light pouring through the window. She was also slightly embarrassed that Rick felt like he had to help her. Her head was pounding and she could barely think straight; she almost couldn’t remember what led to this.
Almost.
She was very aware of her metahuman abilities but there were some sides to her that she has never explored. Being naturally curious, she decided to toy with them alone so there was no risk of alerting others. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until the shadows started to envelope her. First, confusion set in but then the shadows took over. It was scary and she felt like she had lost all control. Then, her head started to hurt and everything went black. That’s as much as Kiercan could remember.
Rick frowned and handed her his water bottle, “You really scared me there, Kiernan.”
“You have a history of worrying about the women in your life, don’t you, Flag?” She joked before chugging the water bottle.
The water was lukewarm and tasted like it was left on a window sill for the entire afternoon but Kiernan was still grateful for the drink. This was the first real drink she’s had all day so it tasted heavenly to Kirean. She just about chugged half of it before Rick took it away.
“Leave some for me.” He chuckled, “And yeah, I guess worryin’ about women is kind of my super power.”
Kieran wiped away the bead of water dribbling down her chin, “Hey now, don’t start taking my brand.”
Rick rolled his eyes and playfully shoved her, “Oh, what? You own the idea of possessing super powers now? Should I just tell the rest of the team to go home since they’re all copycats?”
She weakly laughed before cringing at the pain on the side of her head. It was still persistently throbbing and refused to go away. Rick furrowed his brows and gently rubbed her back. He knew he couldn’t take the pain away in an instant but he figured a little comfort might be nice.
“D’ya need anything?” The concern in his voice was all too obvious.
“You’re being too nice to me.” She shook her head, “Just gotta wait it out, I guess.”
He never stopped slowly rubbing between her shoulder blades, “Hey, worrying about women is my power, remember?”
Kieran looked at him and smiled, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her up, “Come on, I can’t have you sitting on this filthy floor anymore. Let’s get you to bed, yeah? Laying down for a bit might do you some good.”
Kieran hummed a response and let him lead the way. She basically leaned all her weight on him due to feeling weak and he didn’t mind that at all. Rick practically carried her to her room and then gently set her down on the bed.
He took a seat at the edge, “Comfy?”
She mumbled a yes as she made herself comfortable. The room was dark, which was how she liked it. It wasn’t too dark that she couldn’t see the outline of Rick’s face, though.
With a gentle touch, he brushed some wisps of hair out of her face and tucked them behind her ear, “You gotta take it easy. I dunno if I can worry myself stupid over another woman.”
“Again with the women!” She laughed, “Trust me, I’m fine. You don’t have to waste time stressing about me.”
“It’s not wasting time. I care about you. A lot.”
Kieran was grateful that the room was dark so that he couldn’t see the way her face got warm when he said that. As much as she teased him for it, she really did find the fact that he cared so deeply for almost everyone around him very admirable. It was attractive, too. It felt good to have someone want her to be okay.
“You don’t have to do that.” She whispered, turning on her side.
Rick sighed, “I know but you’re stuck with me. So, put up with my care or shut up.”
She chuckled softly, closing her eyes to let them relax, “You’re such a dork.”
Without thinking, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and rubbed her back. He wanted to do what he could to comfort her, to soothe her. Rick wished she would go easy on herself but secretly, he liked caring for her like this, too. He just wished he was doing this under different circumstances.
Kieran tensed up when she felt his hand but soon melted into his touch. She was still so glad that he couldn’t really see the look on her face because if he did, she would probably never live it down. His touch had so much love in it, though, so she thought it was safe to assume that he felt the same way.
“Wanna promise me something?” He whispered to her.
“Hmm? Sure, ask me anything.” Kieran asked, yawning.
Even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to see his face too well, he smiled, “Promise me to get some rest, okay?”
She nodded and nuzzled her pillow, “Only if you stay a little while longer and continue doing this.”
“It’s a deal.”
Rick made good on his promise and stayed put. He stayed there, rubbing her back, until he was certain Kieran was fast asleep. Finally, he tiptoed away quietly to make sure not to make her stir and went about his day. He planned on checking in on her soon enough, though. His super power was worrying about the women in his life, of course he wanted to make sure she was alright.
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The Garden
commission for: @flirtypidge
summary: The Doctor surprises Pidge with a trip to one of their dream destinations and times
word count: 2k
author's note: PIDGE thank you so much for commissioning me! This was such a sweet plot :,)
divider credit: gigittamic
This afternoon started off with the Doctor yanking Pidge by the arm and happily telling them to follow him. They knew he had some sort of scheme up their sleeve but he refused to answer any questions asked about it. The Doctor was very particular about what information he did and didn’t share with them, continually saying how they wanted to keep it a surprise. Then, he pulled them into the TARDIS and excitedly babbled about how excited Pidge was going to be once they arrived where they were going. He was so excited that he was basically bouncing off of the walls.
“What on Earth are you planning?” They finally asked, their curiosity getting the best of them.
The Doctor scoffed playfully, “The best part of a surprise is not knowing what it is until you get it, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but-!” Before they could finish that thought, the Doctor covered their eyes with his hands.
“Don’t ask me any more questions! If you continue, I might give in and spill every detail. I don’t want to ruin the fun!” He laughed.
What else could Pidge do but go along with whatever he had planned in that head of his? They chuckled quietly and waited patiently for him to remove his hands whenever they were ready to. Finally, after what felt like hours but really was just a few minutes, the Doctor removed his hands and sang out a “Tada!” once they both exited the TARDIS.
“Oh…Oh wow,” they sighed, their jaw hanging open slightly.
The scenery before them was absolutely glorious. There was a beautiful garden full of lovely, colorful flowers leaning their faces towards the sun. The air smelled warm and sweet and the sun around them was a golden yellow. The temperature was just perfect, too. Everything around them was just so perfect. They felt tears welling up in their eyes and blinked rapidly to try to keep it together.
“Do you like it?” They asked, grinning still, “I have a standing invitation from the Claude Monet and I knew exactly who I wanted to be my plus one! How do you like it?”
They couldn’t believe their eyes. This all felt like a dream. A wonderful, sweet dream.
France.
He took them to France. Giverny, France specifically. Somewhere they had always wanted to go. They couldn’t remember when they had mentioned that to the Doctor but he seemed to since he made the effort to invite them too.
Pidge’s dark eyes sparkled as they stood there, awestruck. Then, they registered that the Doctor asked them a question, sniffled a little and then nodded. His words went in one ear and out the other because they were so invested in the world around them. They gave him a teary eyed look and choked out a thank you before quickly wiping away the tears that threatened to spill.
The Doctor hastily pulled out a handkerchief from their pocket to give to Pidge and went to comfort them, worrying he did something wrong.
“No, no!” They reassured him, “I’m just…I’m so happy! This is so darling of you, thank you.”
They looked at them with wide eyes before bursting out in laughter. His laugh was boisterous and it echoed across the land, turning a few heads. He then pulled Pidge into a tight hug, whispering in their ear, “I’m glad you like it.”
The pair stayed tightly nestled in each other’s arms like that for a few minutes but it felt like hours to them. It felt…right. Almost like they belonged there near his chest.
Suddenly, Pidge pulled away and gasped, “Wait! Hold on, I’ll be right back!”
Before The Doctor could say anything more, they ran off and found somewhere to hide. He stood there, dumbfounded, but waited like they told them to. It felt weird for them to wait around like that until Pidge finally reappeared before him.
Pidge excitedly spun around in their new outfit and beamed at him. They finally had an excuse to wear a day dress and they were going to take full advantage of that. It was a simple, pastel blue dress with short, flowy sleeves. The color suited them very nicely. Pidge also put their hair up to go with their new look.
The Doctor stared at them, wide eyed. This change of clothes was a surprise to them since Pidge usually opted to dress in a more androgynous way. They looked absolutely stunning to him either way and he had difficulty tearing his eyes away from them. They just looked so lovely. Even lovelier than the flowers they were about to go see.
“Oh, my. You…” The Doctor had to recompose himself before finishing their sentence, “You look stunning.”
Pidge giggled and casted their gaze to their shoes, feeling flustered at his kind compliment. They felt a little embarrassed, actually, but not in a bad way. They wanted the Doctor to think they looked good but to hear his thoughts out loud made them a little sheepish.
“Thank you,” they thanked him quietly, having a hard time mustering up the courage to speak louder.
“Looks like you’re finally matching me!” They joke, trying to relieve some of the tension they were feeling.
They laughed and playfully shoved him, “Shush! You were just complimenting me and now you’re picking on me!”
The Doctor beamed, “I can’t help it. You just look so cute! Now, shall we?”
He gestured towards the garden and dramatically bowed a little to play into his act. Pidge rolled their eyes and nodded, linking their arm with his. Touching him made their heart beat like crazy but they kept a calm composure. With that, they headed into the glorious garden while making polite small talk. The flowers were in full bloom and in glorious, vibrant colors. It was all so beautiful and it almost seemed too lovely to be real. Pidge wasn’t entirely paying attention to the greenery, though.
They were too busy being enamored with the Doctor. He was off in his own world, babbling about whatever he was passionate about at the moment. They were happy to have Pidge be his captive audience. All he was saying went in one ear and out the other with them but it was okay. Pidge was getting lost in how excited the Doctor was getting. It was so endearing how happy he got when discussing such things. If anyone were to see the look on their face right now, it would be apparent that they were in love with them. They looked at him like he created this beautiful garden himself and so much more.
He suddenly noticed Pidge’s silence and looked at them, “Is everything alright? You look a little…Dazed?”
Their eyes widened before they hid their face in their hands, “Sorry,”
“No, no! Don’t be! I was just curious!” The Doctor reassured them, “Were you staring at me?”
“Maybe,” they quietly muttered, their face burning intensely.
They chuckled softly and stopped walking, taking their hand in his, “You can tell me anything, you know. I’m just checking in on you.”
Pidge nodded, their words bubbling in their throat. If they say something now, there is no telling if they’d be able to stop–
“You really don’t wanna tell me anything?” He teased, “I promise, I don’t bite–”
“I love you!”
The words just slipped out. They didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. In fact, Pidge had a better plan for when they wanted to confess to him. An embarrassed silence fell between them and the pair had a hard time looking each other in the eyes for a while. Then, suddenly, the Doctor wrapped his arms around them and enveloped them in a tight hug.
“H-Huh?” Pidge asked, shocked.
“I’m so happy you feel the same!” They laugh, spinning them around in his arms.
He pulled their head to his chest and squeezed Pidge tightly. They melted into the Doctor’s arms and finally hugged him back, burying their face into his jacket. Pidge’s heart was pounding but they felt so relaxed after blurting out a love confession. It felt good to not keep it in anymore.
“I’m…” They laughed, not being able to contain their overwhelming emotions anymore, “I’m so glad.”
The Doctor cupped their face in his hands and peppered light kisses on their cheek, “Please, to use ‘glad’ is an understatement. I am ecstatic. Over the moon. Amazed. Bewildered. I am–”
“I get it!” They giggled, “I’m all of those things too! I’m just at a loss for words!”
“Well,” he held his arm out again, “Why don’t we make up for lost time, hmm? Play a little catch-up? Let’s finally make this a romantic date.”
Pidge collected their bearings and linked their arm with theirs again, “What a lovely suggestion. I think that is a fantastic idea.”
“Lead the way!” They pointed ahead and let Pidge guide him through the garden.
Somehow, the flowers that surrounded them seemed to be much brighter now. Even more beautiful than before if that was even possible. The sun’s golden light felt a little warmer. All the colors of the plants looked more vibrant and like someone painted them special. It all felt more like a fairy tale since they confessed their feelings for one another. Pidge was convinced that they were transported into a storybook and that this was their perfect happy ending.
The wonderful thing about this, though, was that this was far from the end. No, the both of them realizing that they loved each other to heaven and back was only the beginning. They now had the entire world at their fingertips and they could explore it as a couple. Frankly, neither of them could wait to spend the rest of time together.
Pidge looked away for a moment to take in the scenery. This garden was just too gorgeous to ignore. As they were staring at a flower next to them, the Doctor sneakily kissed them on the cheek, making them jump.
“Sorry, sorry!” He laughed, stroking their cheek with his thumb, “I can’t help it. You just look too cute.”
Their face turned pink and they looked away, embarrassed, “You’re making me all flustered…”
“Hmm? What was that?” They teased, grinning, “You’re flustered you say? Well, that just makes you even cuter!”
He snuck in a few more kisses until Pidge was a sheepish, giggling mess. The way the Doctor kissed them tickled and their squeals of delight encouraged him to do it more. He also tangled his hair in their thick, dark hair to gently pull them closer to him. All he wanted to do right now was try to make up for lost time. The Doctor couldn’t even remember how long he had secretly wanted to do this with them. For so long, they have wanted to know how it would feel to kiss Pidge. How their hand felt in his. The way they would react to their hugs and the noises they would make when kissed. Now, all of those questions had been answered and he couldn’t be happier. Of course, they were also excited to learn more about the things that were still hidden, too. The Doctor wanted to know absolutely everything about his beloved Pidge.
“Isn’t this all just so lovely?” They asked him, turning to the scenery once again.
He smiled at them, not looking away, “Yeah, you are.”
“You-!” They covered their face with their hands, giggling uncontrollably.
They pulled them close again and muttered quietly, “Say, wanna get out of here? I think we have a little more…catching up to you. In private. I’m sure these lovely patrons are getting tired of my PDA.”
Pidge’s face got warm and they agreed, excited to spend some domestic, down time with their new lover. The couple took one more lap around the luxurious garden, soaking in some last sights before running off to the TARDIS, snickering to themselves the entire time. They were so excited for their next adventure together.
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Thank you so much to everyone who took advantage of my February bogo! Your support and interest in my work means so incredibly much to me! Especially as someone who is currently unemployed and a full time student. I absolutely want to do another promo like this again in the future so if you missed this one, don't worry! I'll think of something again :) suggestions and ideas are always encouraged too! Again, thank you all so much! ♡
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Bitter Turned Sweet
commission for: @cafecouple
summary: Dark Fondue spends the rest of her day with Cream Coffee after they spend their last day of working together
word count: 2k
author's note: Thank you so incredibly much for commissioning me! This was such an adorable plot ^^
This day was bittersweet for everyone, but especially Cream Coffee and Dark Fondue.
Sweet because they’ve always loved working together. They have this chemistry that neither of them have found with anyone else. The two of them click together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces and they’ve always enjoyed each other’s company because of that. They also always got a lot of work done together which only cemented how they were the perfect work partners. To put it plainly, they were a great team.
Bitter because this was Cream Coffee’s last day working there. They made the decision to switch jobs to another cafe after thinking about it for a long time. Cream Coffee felt like it would be the best environment for them. Dark Fondue was very supportive of her friend, of course, but she would be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart pang with sadness. Little did she know that Cream Coffee felt the same about this change, too.
To celebrate this new chapter of Cream Coffee’s story, Dark Fondue went to visit them at their house. She asked them if they could celebrate this new position together and they happily agreed. They both wanted an excuse to spend some alone time together, anyway, and this was the perfect moment. She wanted nothing more than to get them alone so she could enjoy their company without any distractions. Cream Coffee felt incredibly honored that Dark Fondue wanted to spend this celebration together knowing how high her standards for others are. They knew she was genuine with her friendship with them, though. Even if they felt a little more than friendly feelings about her.
“Did you have a good last day?” She asked with a small smile.
They nodded, “Yes! I’m going to miss working with you, though. Thank you for making my day very special.”
Dark Fondue hummed a “uh huh,” before quickly moving on to the next question, “And the cafe you’re going to work at, are you excited?”
“I am, yes!” Cream Coffee replied, “I think it’ll be a good place for me!”
“Well, you’re going to have to tell me all about it once you start working there!”
This quiet small talk continued on for a few minutes. You could cut the tension between the two with a knife and it was way too apparent to the both of them. But, they kept making light conversation as if there wasn’t a heavy feeling in the air.
Dark Fondue couldn’t wait any longer and just blurted it out, “Cream Coffee, I have feelings for you.”
She said it so plainly that it took them a few seconds to have her words sink in. Cream Coffee blinked a few times in disbelief before uttering a quiet, “You…You what?”
“I have feelings for you. Romantic ones.” Her cool, collected demeanor never waivered, “I just wanted to tell you before you slipped away to another job. I did not want to squander this chance in case I didn’t get another one after today.”
Cream Coffee was at a loss for words. They had a hard time maintaining eye contact with her after such a confession. Not because they felt awkward because of her but because they felt the same exact way as her. They just didn’t know how to word it properly.
Their face felt hot and it felt like their heart was lodged in their throat. The only sound they could focus on was the sound of their rapidly beating heart in their ears. They did whatever they could to calm down and not seem so obvious but unfortunately, it wasn’t working out for Cream Coffee. Anyone could see how much they liked Dark Fondue from space. Anyone who knew the pair personally could tell that they had romantic feelings for her. Although, they’d probably use the words “head over heels” to describe them.
“It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings.” Dark Fondue broke the silence, “I just wanted you to know about them.”
“I-It’s not that!” They finally spoke, their voice still hushed.
She hummed, seemingly unphased by what she just confessed to them, “Either way, no matter how you feel, I want to remain friends.”
“Well, I want that too-”
“So, do you not share my feelings?” Dark Fondue asked bluntly, “I guess I just want to know. No worries either way.”
Despite her reassurance, Cream Coffee was worried. Very worried. They finally heard the words they’ve longed for Dark Fondue to say to them for who knows how long. For so long, they had sweet daydreams of her confessing her love to them and then they would do the same for her. Now that it’s happened so suddenly, they’re at a loss for words. Their brain was buzzing with all the responses they could say to her but none seemed right at the time. Cream Coffee didn’t want to ruin such a sweet moment between them. One they dreamed of for forever now.
“Hello?” Dark Fondue pulled them from their thoughts, “Did you hear me?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes!” They awkwardly laughed, “I’m sorry, a bit lost in my head, I guess.”
She smiled sweetly at them, “That’s quite alright.”
Cream Coffee swallowed thickly before stuttering, “I-I um, I also feel the same, um, too.”
Dark Fondue went quiet. Now it was her turn to be deep in thought. For a minute, she thought she scared Cream Coffee into silence over such a confession. She was pleased to hear that they felt the same, even if it took a little bit of encouragement to get an answer from them. Knowing that her feelings were reciprocated made her heart swell. Dark Fondue set aside this day special to say exactly how she felt about them. She was so happy to know that it worked out the way she was hoping it would.
“Great,” she finally said, “That’s…That’s amazing to hear.”
Cream Coffee’s face was still hot and they were certain that their cheeks were bright red. All they could do was nod at her response.
Dark Fondue shifted in her seat, “So, what do we do now?”
“O-Oh,” They coughed out, “I’m um, not so sure myself. Uh, maybe I can just…”
They trailed off as they got up from their spot to sit right next to her. Hesitantly, they cradled her hand in theirs and held it for the first time. Their hands fit perfectly together and it was a comfortable feeling. A feeling they both wanted to become accustomed to.
Cream Coffee asked themselves how long they’ve waited for this exact moment. How much they’ve longed to know how her hand felt in theirs. How it would feel to finally confess such complex but innocent feelings for her. How amazing it would be if she accepted and returned said feelings. It was like a dream come true and it took everything in them not to pinch themselves over it.
Dark Fondue smiled fondly at them, “Does this mean we are…?”
They nodded happily, “Yes, yes it does! I-If you want to, I mean!”
“Of course I do.” She placed her other hand on top of theirs, “I’ve been wanting to be with you for a very, very long time now.”
“Funny,” Cream Coffee giggled, “I was thinking the same thing.”
“May I kiss you on the cheek?” She asked matter-of-factly.
They turned red again and smiled, “Yes, of course! I’d um, like that a lot, actually!”
Dark Fondue let out a quiet chuckle before gently pressing her lips against Cream Coffee’s warm cheek. The kiss was very brisk but to the two of them, it felt like it lasted for years. It was so perfect. Even better than either of them imagined it would be.
That kiss led to them becoming closer physically and feeling more comfortable with frequent kisses. Hand holding led to Cream Coffee putting their arm around Dark Fondue’s shoulders, that led to her resting her head on their shoulder, and then a very long conversation ensued. With some kisses here and there in between, of course.
The newly formed couple talked about anything they could think of. How long they’ve been in love with each other but secretly thought the other one didn’t feel the same, how working would be different now that they weren’t going to be doing it together anymore, and even mundane things like the weather. Such seemingly meaningless conversations felt so right for them now. Well, they always did to begin with, but it meant even more now that they were honest about their feelings and took the next step together.
Soon enough, day turned into night right before their very eyes but the hours that passed felt like mere minutes to the couple.
“Oh my, it’s awfully late, isn’t it?” Dark Fondue asked.
Cream Coffee tore their eyes away from their love to glance outside. Their heart dropped a bit at how dark it was out because that meant that their lovely day was almost over. They frowned a little, “Wow, it is. I didn’t even realize until now.”
“I suppose you’re tired after such an…eventful day.” She giggled.
They yawned right as she said that, proving her observation to be true. A sheepish giggle escaped their mouth, “You’d be correct. Maybe it’s time for me to get some sleep.”
She smiled sweetly at them, “Then I should leave you to rest. Thank you for such a nice day.”
Cream Coffee watched her get up from her seat and head towards the door. They got up and trailed behind her, “You don’t have to rush out just yet!”
“Oh, I’m not rushing!” Dark Fondue turned to face them, “I just don’t want to keep you up when you’re exhausted.”
They yawned again and covered it with their hand, “You really don’t have to go.”
She gave them a confused look, “Aren’t you tired?”
“I am but you could spend the night tonight if you wanted?”
They were shocked at this newfound boldness when they had been a flustered mess all day but they didn’t want her to leave just yet. They wanted to spend every single day from now on with her, actually.
Dark Fondue casted her eyes down, suddenly feeling a bit shy, “If you’re sure? I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“You wouldn’t be imposing at all! I want you to stay!” Cream Coffee chirped, excited that she may say yes.
She grinned and stepped away from the door, “Alright. I think I’ll stay a little longer, then.”
Their face lit up, “Really? I mean, yay! Thank you!”
“No, no, thank you.”
The rest of their evening was spent similarly to how it was before. They stayed nestled in each other’s arms, giggling and making small talk. Even as the sky turned from a royal purple to black littered with white speckles, they both still felt so energized. That is until sleep tugged at their eyelids and they had to begrudgingly admit that they were getting very tired.
Cream Coffee led her to their bedroom and riffled through their drawers to find something for her to wear. Once they settled on a comfortable pair of pajamas, they handed them to her and showed her to a bathroom so she’d have a little privacy. They set the room up while she was changing, making sure the pillows were fluffed up and that the comforter would be big enough for the two of them. They wanted everything to be just right for their first ever night together.
Dark Fondue came back with her previously worn outfit folded in her arms and with the freshly cleaned pajamas on. She looked absolutely adorable to Cream Coffee and they made sure to let her know they thought that. She blushed slightly and muttered a soft thank you before curling up in their soft bed. They snuggled up next to her and reached over to turn the lamp by the bed off.
As they slowly drifted to sleep, they thanked each other for a wonderful last working day together. It may have started off a bit bitter but it thankfully ended up sweet in the end.
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Relief
commission for: anon
summary: After being away from home for so long, Daryl is in dire need to relieve some of his tension
word count: 2k
content warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, lactation kink
author's note: Thank you so much for commissioning me!! I've always wanted to do a TWD comm! :)
These days were always the worst. Especially when you had to brave the end of the world all on your own. Death was always a possibility nowadays and there was no such thing as being too careful, especially when you had loved ones waiting for you.
Daryl wouldn’t face it any other way, though. As frustrating and scary as it was at times, he’d rather face these days by himself than endanger his precious wife, Lexi. These feelings only grew stronger once she ended up pregnant.
He never envisioned himself as a father, let alone in this type of setting, so this whole thing brought wave after wave of different emotions for him. Afraid of what’s to come, frustrated at how things are now, but most of all, protective. He wanted to protect her and their child with everything he had. Never in a million years would Daryl think that he would become married and a father later on in the future but now both of these were a reality for him. Being so tightly wound over it all the time was tiring, though. Days like these only exacerbated these uncomfortable feelings for him.
Finally, this frustrating day was over. He decided he had been away from his home and family for long enough and that he deserved to rest for the night. He foraged all he could in the short hours of the day, so it was time to call it quits. Daryl also expected his irritation to melt away once he returned home but much to his surprise, it was quite the opposite. He felt pent up, tense, and needed relief from it all. A little part of him wanted to be loved and comforted, too, although he never wanted to admit that. Not out loud, anyway.
He found his wife waiting patiently for him with her hands on her stomach. Lexi’s eyes lit up once he walked inside, “Hi there, Daryl. I’m happy to see you back, hon.”
She was excited to see him after such a long day. Even though she was well aware and accustomed to his daily routine, she could never fully get used to being away from him for so long all the time. So, her favorite part of the day was when he came home.
Daryl only grunted and sat beside her, still feeling tense. He wanted her so badly. No, “want” wasn’t a good enough word, he needed her. Passion and irritation bubbled up inside of him and a plethora of thoughts rushed through his head. All words escaped him, though, and he didn’t know what to say or what exactly to ask for. So, he sat still and silent while he tried to gather his thoughts.
“Daryl?” Lexi asked, noticing his silence.
He didn’t reply. His thoughts were too jumbled for him to find the correct thing to say.
She slowly sat up, “Are you okay? Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or-?”
He couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed her shoulders before smashing his lips into her. His kisses were hungry, greedy, and desperate. Lexi made a surprised noise before kissing him back. His emotions were running high and they swallowed him whole, so his actions were purely impulsive.
Daryl possessively cradled her stomach as he continued to kiss her, needily tugging at the hem of Lexi’s shirt. She pulled away from their kiss to breathe and he basically whined over her absence.
“What is up with you?” She asked with a chuckle.
He pursed his lips into a fine line and continued to pull at her shirt, “Nothin’.” His voice was soft and rough. He seemed to be embarrassed about how needy he felt.
Lexi tangled one of her hands in his hair and chuckled, “Well, I missed you too. I’m happy to see you home.”
“Uh huh,” He grunted, pushing her on her back and finally tearing her shirt off. He didn’t care to answer with an actual sentence. How he wanted to respond was purely physical.
His frustration took over and he touched any bare skin he could find. Daryl needed to feel her and needed relief. Once her chest was exposed to him, he didn’t hesitate to latch himself on to one of her nipples and start sucking.
His tongue swirled around the perked nipple, causing Lexi to moan softly. His hand cupped the other breast and rubbed slow circles against it. Daryl felt her nipple harden against his tongue and let out a low groan. He needed this. He needed Lexi so badly and he was so glad to have her now.
“Daryl, if you keep that up, I’m gonna-” Her own moan interrupted her sentence and she lost her train of thought.
Daryl knew exactly what he was doing. He continued to gently suck her nipple until small drops of milk started to bead around it. His tongue greedily lapped at it, savoring the taste on his tongue and swallowing it hastily.
Lexi tugged at his hair and leaned her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her voice was soft and breathy, barely audible to even Daryl. The only thing she could say was his name with a line of praises attached to it that encouraged him to keep going. She moaned at the feeling of his tongue flicking against her nipple and started to feel tension in her lower belly.
He moved on to drink from the other nipple, making sure to pinch and rub the one he just stopped sucking on. He growled against her chest, getting lost in a lust filled haze. The little noises Lexi was making were fueling his desire and he suddenly felt this overwhelming, animalistic need to breed her.
Daryl pulled himself away from her nipples and rushed to get his own clothes off. He just about tore everything off to finally be bare and able to fuck her senseless. Just as he’s done countless times before. His excitement was making his moves erratic and made him struggle to undress quickly but Lexi was more than willing to help. With gentle hands, she pulled his shirt off for him and helped with his pants.
He muttered a thanks before pouncing on her again, desperately kissing and groping her again. Little words were spoken between them but there was no need for anything to be said right now. They knew what the other wanted and that was enough. Daryl pulled off the rest of Lexi’s clothes and marveled at the sight before him.
She looked so beautiful like this and she was all his. He couldn’t help but touch a little himself while looking at her. Daryl couldn’t resist it when she looked so perfect before him. He placed his hands on her waist and looked at her with hooded eyes.
“Are you ready?” He asked softly, feeling calm for the first time since he came home to her.
She nodded, “I am. I want you so much right now.”
Daryl gave her a smirk and positioned himself. He spread Lexi’s legs apart and stared in awe at how wet she was already. She was right, she did want him very badly. His confidence grew and made him a little bold, teasing the head of his cock a little bit before finally pressing himself up against her.
He very slowly thrusted himself inside of her to take time to adjust to a comfortable speed, making her moan beneath him. It took everything in him to not frantically pound into her right then but he didn’t want to treat her roughly. He just needed to let out some steam. He leaned over and peppered quick kisses along her neck as he lazily picked up speed.
He buried his face in her neck and let out a muffled moan. Daryl couldn’t help it, Lexi just felt so good around him. He was not thinking coherently at this moment and anything he murmured to her was a hushed mess of swears and praises. The only thing his body and mind wanted to do was to breed her like a dog in heat. To fuck her in every which was possible. To cum inside of her as many times as he physically could. It was almost like breeding Lexi was his purpose and he eagerly wanted to fulfill that.
Lexi buried her fingers in his long hair again and tugged at it gently. She didn’t know what suddenly came over Daryl to have him acting this way but she wasn’t complaining. It felt so good to be fucked by him again, especially after all the stress he’s been going through. The end of the world is hard on a man. It’s hard on anyone. Lexi was happy that she could be the one to supply him with a little bit of comfort in these hard times, though. Especially the type of comfort that was so intimate between two loving people.
Daryl’s moans have now morphed into grunts as he quickly thrusted into her. He felt his climax approaching and he was itching to cum inside of Lexi. The way her pussy clenched around him as his movements got more erratic drove him wild with desire. Her encouragement helped with that, too.
“Oh, yes, Daryl! Just like that!” She cooed in his ear, “You’re doing so good.”
“Fuck,” He muttered, panting in her ear.
Her voice was soft and breathy with her sentences being interrupted by quiet moans, “Daryl, oh my God, I’m gonna cum.”
Daryl grabbed her hips roughly and sloppily thrusted a few more times before finally reaching his climax. Lexi gasped at the sudden feeling of his cum inside of her and moaned his name at the warm sensation. She reached her own climax soon after, clenching around his dick once more. Afterwards, she was a sweating, panting mess underneath her husband.
He wasn’t done, though. While he was still hard, he fucked the cum that was slowly seeping out of her back into her pussy. In his lust filled haze, he wanted as much of his cum inside of her as possible, even though she was already pregnant. Then, he collapsed on top of her, laying on her chest again.
They stayed like that for a few long, quiet minutes with the both of them trying to catch their breath. Daryl didn’t move from his spot, feeling all too comfortable where he was at that moment. His nose was nuzzled in the crook of Lexi’s neck and she could feel his hot breath against it.
“Are you feeling any better?” She was the first to speak.
All Daryl did was nod against her neck. He was tired and couldn’t find the energy to speak just yet. His frustration had been fucked out of him and a sense of yearing had replaced it. Now, the only thing he wanted to do was be close to Lexi. He felt protective over her again and wrapped his arms around her middle.
She knew exactly what he wanted so he didn’t even have to ask her. Lexi repositioned herself so that she sat up a bit while making sure she didn’t move Daryl too much. She cradled the back of his head with her hand and pressed his face up against her naked breast once more.
Like before, he started to drink from her breast but this time, it wasn’t a lust filled act. It was one of comfort and intimacy. He felt safe being so close to his pregnant wife like this and he silently hoped that he gave her that same sense of safety. How lucky he was, he thought, to be able to feel such love in such a hard time.
Even when fear lurked around every corner and everyday was filled with uncertainty, Daryl could always count on the safety and love of Lexi’s warm embrace. The couple stayed nestled in each other’s arms for a while before slowly drifting off to sleep. They couldn’t help it when they made each other feel so secure. Daryl could finally unwind after finding relief.
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Klutz
commission for: @bobmckenzie
summary: Randall seeks out Caitie to comfort her after a nasty fall
word count: 2k
content warnings: blood, mentions of death, bullying, slight angst
author's note: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMMISSIONING ME AGAIN CAITIE this was such a cute idea and it was so fun to write!! <3
divider credit: cafekitsune
It was David’s turn to die and it had to happen tonight. That is what was agreed and planned upon.
The entire group buzzed as they discussed the plan for tonight’s events and there was an air of frightened excitement amongst all of them. Especially with Caitie, who could feel her hands shaking as she held onto her gear. There was a lot of pressure put on her, mainly by Nelson.
As a film student, it was her job to record and film everything they did. Documenting such experiments was very important to the group, but to Nelson especially. He was incredibly controlling and a bit of a perfectionist with how Caitie recorded these endeavors. He always seemed to have something to criticize when it came to her but it was usually chalked up to “tough love” or “harmless joking”. His words always seem to linger in her mind, though.
They finally arrived at the construction site and wasted no time preparing for what was to come. Everyone had their duties that needed to be fulfilled and of course, Caitie’s job was to set the cameras up. While lost in her own thoughts and nervousness, she lost her footing and fell with a thud.
“Oh, what is it now, Caitlin?” Nelson peered at her with hard eyes.
Caitie winced at the dull pain that started to throb and cleared her throat, “Just tripped. Sorry.”
She glanced at her hand and let out a small gasp. The pain hadn’t even hit her yet so she didn’t even know she got a nasty gash on the palm of her hand. She blamed the adrenaline for that and did her best to gently wipe away any gravel and debris that surrounded the wound. Small droplets of blood started to bead around the entry, too, and she didn’t have anything on hand to cover it with.
“Caitie,” Nelson taunted in a sing-song voice, “Are you going to continue to slow us down or are you actually going to help us for once?”
“Just a second, sorry.” Caitie slowly got up, careful not to let her hand touch anything.
He sighed, “Yeah, it’s always ‘just a second’ with you, isn’t it? Well, fine. We’re pretty used to waiting for you at this point.”
Finally, his words got to her. She frowned and gritted her teeth. Caitie wanted to tell him off, scream at him, tell him to shut up, but she fell silent. Then, she coughed out an excuse about her hand and ran off, leaving them all behind.
She could hear Nelson griping about her leaving without saying anything but she didn’t care anymore. Caitie didn’t feel like putting up with his bullying anymore. Especially when she felt tears prickling the corners of her eyes. The last thing she needed was him noticing that and bringing it to everyone’s attention. Thankfully, she found a bathroom nearby so she didn’t have to wander in the dark for too much longer.
Caitie entered the empty bathroom and flicked on the lightswitch so she could be able to see. The fluorescent light above her hummed above her as the light bulb was lit. It seemed to struggle to stay on with the way it flickered every few seconds and Caitie wondered if it needed to be changed. Despite its unwelcoming appearance, the water from the sink was clean and that’s all she hoped for.
“Cait?” A voice called out for her, “Caitlin? Are you in here?”
The voice made her jump and tense up, but she relaxed quickly after seeing who was looking for her, “Oh, Randy, it’s only you! You startled me.”
Randall hesitantly entered the bathroom and gave her a worried look, “I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”
Before she could answer him, he reached out and grabbed her hand. Caitie froze as he inspected the wound on her hand and could swear she could hear her own heartbeat. He cradled her hurt hand in his and frowned.
“We should clean this up. I don’t want it getting infected on you.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay! You don’t need to-”
“Don’t worry,” Randall looked down at her and gave her a grin, “I’m a medical student. I know what I’m doing.”
He turned the faucet on and ran her hand under the water, making sure to very gently rub his thumb over the gash to make sure he was getting rid of any dirt or gravel that might have snuck its way in.
Caitie felt her face grow hot and found herself struggling to act normal around him. They were just so close together. So much so that it was making her flustered, especially due to the fact that he was quite a bit taller than her. They were also basically holding hands in the most loose definition of the term.
Randall noticed how still and silent she was, “I’m not hurting you, right?”
“Oh, no, not at all.” She tried to swallow her nervousness, “In fact, you’re helping me feel better.”
“Good,” A soft pink dusted his cheeks, “That’s what I like to hear.”
He was also aware of their closeness but he was a little better at keeping a poker face about it. Randall would never say this out loud, let alone to her, but he quite liked the feeling of Caitie’s hand in his. He didn’t know if she was just acting nervous because of Nelson, of the fact that he was technically in her personal space, or the possibility that she shared the blossoming romantic feelings he held for her. He didn’t want to take any chances, so he just bet on the fact that it was Nelson’s fault and carried on like normal.
Randall pulled her hand away from the water and turned off the sink. He then searched through his pocket for something to cover the wound with.
“You carry gauze with you?” Caitie asked, laughing a little.
He shrugged, “It’s for when situations like this happen.”
He gently took her hand in his again and very lightly wrapped the gauze around it. Then, he applied the smallest amount of pressure to make sure it wasn’t going to fall off easily.
Caitie, flustered once again, looked at her feet, “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Randall replied, “Does it feel okay? Too tight? Too loose?”
She muttered another small thank you and whispered that it felt just perfect. He didn’t want to let go of her just yet but he also didn’t want to hold on in case that would look weird. So, he just put the gauze back in his pocket and looked at her.
“Are you ready to go back out?” He asked, secretly hoping she’d say no so he’d have an excuse to continue to enjoy her company alone.
Caitie shook her head, “No, not yet. Maybe in a bit?”
“No rush.” He stood beside her and leaned his back against the wall behind them.
“Thanks,” She lightly traced the bandage on her hand with her finger, “Maybe Nelson has a point.”
Randall furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”
“Well, he keeps calling me clumsy, a ditz, that sort of thing. And then I go and fall and then get myself hurt. I’m starting to think he’s right.” She let out a sad laugh, trying her best to make what she’s saying feel more like a joke.
“Okay, and?” His lip curled, “Nelson is an asshole. You shouldn’t take what he says to heart.”
She shrugged, “I dunno. I am the klutz of the group and I always seem to be the one that slows you guys down. I almost wish Rachel didn’t ask me to help because it seems like I’m doing more harm than good.”
Randall couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He always thought so highly of Caitie so to hear that she felt the opposite about herself was a shock. The words he so desperately wanted to say were lodged in his throat and made him stay silent.
Caitie continued, “I really don’t fit in with you guys, anyway.”
That was the final straw.
“You seriously cannot let a dickweed like Nelson get to you so bad.” Randall said.
She looked up at him and went to say something, but he interrupted her.
“You tripped over chunks of shit that were in your way. It’s dark out, too. You can’t beat yourself up over tripping. The camera wasn’t destroyed nor were we in the middle of anything. Honestly, it’s Nelson’s fault that we’re filming in an abandoned construction site that’s full of shit that’s easy to trip over and get yourself hurt on.”
“But-”
“But nothing, Cait.” He gently elbowed her, “Nelson is a prick. You could be the most perfect person in the world and he would still find something to complain about.”
Caitie smiled at him and rubbed her arm awkwardly, “I’m just a bit embarrassed, I guess. I just feel like I made an ass of myself.”
Randall chuckled, “If anything, his constant whining made him look more like an ass than you. You’re not the ditz, or the klutz, or the anything of the group. You’re just Caitlin to us and honestly, that’s the best thing ever.”
“Thanks, Randy.” A big, goofy grin spread across her face and she felt herself getting flustered again.
“Anytime, Cait.” He replied, happy to see that she seemed to feel less down.
A comfortable silence fell between them and they hid in the bathroom a little while longer. They both could hear members of the group, Nelson specifically, calling out to them and asking where they were. The pair weren’t quite ready to leave yet, though. They just wanted to stay hidden for just a few more minutes.
“Randy? Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Hmm? Oh, sure, shoot.”
Caitie cleared her throat before asking, “Why did you follow me here? I mean, not that I didn’t want to see you or anything. I just know that nights like these are busy for you. Especially when you’re also expected to record, you know?”
“Oh, well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He answered plainly.
“Really?” She didn’t mean to sound so surprised but it just slipped out of her. His answer wasn’t what she expected to hear.
“Yes, really.” He smirked, “Now, I think they’re looking for us. Do you feel ready to go back?”
Caitie thought about her answer for a moment before ultimately deciding that yes, she was ready. She nodded at him before thanking him again for checking on her and for dressing her wound.
He told her that she was welcome and led the way back to the group. Nelson once again tried to raise hell over Caitie disappearing but Randall was quick to nip that in the bud. It felt nice to have someone stand up for her when she struggled to do so herself, so Caitie’s confidence grew a little after that.
The rest of the planned events went smoothly and she was able to set up the camera without any issues. Randall wrapped her hand in such a way that made it feel like there was virtually nothing there. Throughout the night, he kept looking over in her direction to check on her, giving her a small smile every now and then. Caitie would always return it, waving at him as she did so.
“How’s your hand?” He mouthed to her when he was sure no one was paying attention.
“Good, thanks to you.” She whispered back, talking slowly so he could read her lips.
Both of them wished they could’ve stayed in that uncomfortable bathroom together for the rest of the night. That moment where it was just the two of them was the highlight of the entire evening for them and they almost wished it would have lasted forever. They were happy for the time they spent together, though, and made sure to promise themselves that it would happen again. Hopefully without anyone getting hurt next time.
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So I've been thinking about having some sort of promotion for Valentine's day but I'm not too sure what to do. So, I'd like to hear some opinions!
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Hello friends!
(Ignore that I'm a day late announcing this whoops) but my commissions are open once again! All five slots for fics and letters! :))
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Hi everyone!
I just wanted to give you a small announcement! I updated my commission forms to include a question asking if a third character is wanted (for no extra charge) so that I can be more inclusive of poly couples!
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Groovy, Baby!
commission for: @all4theluvoflizzy
summary: After realizing that their feelings for each othere were mutual, Austin Powers and Lizzy decide to host a big party at his pad to celebrate
word count: 1k
author's note: Thank you so so much for commissioning me, Lizzy! I enjoyed writing this so much! Austin's dialog was fun to do! :)
“Wait, seriously?” Lizzy couldn’t help but be shocked at what she was hearing.
“Totally!” Her friend replied, “He’s like, super into you! I’m shocked you didn’t even notice!”
Lizzy thought back to all the times she interacted with the well-known Austin Powers. How he was very attentive to her, always gently touching her arm or shoulder, how he seemed to hang on to every word she said. She always assumed that these behaviors were just his personality but it became obvious that these were the actions of a man in love.
She felt her face flush, “I…I like him too. Wow, I didn’t know it was mutual!”
“Don’t talk to me!” Her friend giggled, “Go find him and tell him you feel the same, silly!”
She didn’t hesitate to do what her friend suggested. Without even saying goodbye, Lizzy ran off to try to find Austin. She wrote a whole speech in her head and recited it over and over while searching for him. Once she saw him, though, all of those words flitted away and it was almost like she never thought of them in the first place. Despite that, Lizzy still took a deep breath and confidently strutted towards him with a smirk.
“Well, well, well,” Austin greeted, giving her a goofy grin, “I was hoping I’d see an angel today and here you are! Guess my prayers have been answered.”
She chuckled, “So, a little birdy told me something about you.”
“Oh? What did it tweet about?” He asked, his smirk still plastered on his face.
“Well,” Lizzy began, “It told me that you have feelings for a certain angel you were praying for.”
Austin nodded, “I think it told you the truth. Does my angel have a response to this little bird?”
Instead of responding, Lizzy leaped into his arms and gave him a big squeeze. Surprised at the sudden contact, Austin initially froze before returning her hug. They stayed like that in each other’s arms for a moment before Lizzy pulled away to look him in the face.
“I love you, too.”
“Woah! Moving fast, aren’t we?” He joked, “That’s okay, baby, I like it fast.”
“Shut up!” She giggled.
Austin hugged her again and twirled her around, smothering her face in kisses before saying, “Never. I can’t not say how much I love you, too.”
Lizzy melted into his kisses and felt her face grow warm again. It made her happy knowing that she could now officially label herself as “Austin Powers’ Girlfriend”.
“So,” He stopped kissing her briefly, “What should we do to celebrate? I personally think we should have a swinging party at my pad.”
She thought for a moment and grinned at him, “A party sounds like the perfect way to announce our new relationship!”
“Groovy!” He replied excitedly, “Well, what are we waiting for? We need to set it all up, don’t we?”
“Let’s go, then!” Lizzy grabbed his hand and squeezed it before tugging him along behind her.
He laughed and let her lead the way back to his pad, watching her with lovestruck eyes. Once they got to his place, they had a hard time keeping their hands off each other. They kept wanting to hug, cuddle, and kiss instead of planning their party. Eventually, they pulled themselves together and planned together, still sneaking kisses and hand squeezes here and there. Together, they figured out the music they wanted, the decorations, and the food. All that was left were the invitations. Austin and Lizzy took turns making the invitations and sealing them in the envelopes, sometimes putting stamps on each other instead of the envelopes.
“I think that’s the last one!” Lizzy chirped, slowly peeling the two stamps Austin stuck on her cheeks.
He had many more stamps on his face and tried to look at the one placed on his forehead, “Perfect, Liz, perfect! We gotta send ‘em out, though.”
Then, they sent them out together and the last thing they needed to do was wait. Due to Austin’s immense popularity, there was an amazing turn out the day of the party that shocked both Austin and Lizzy.
Austin’s 60’s themed pad was packed to the brim with excited party guests. There were so many people that neither he or Lizzy were sure they knew the names of everyone. Despite that, everyone there knew the new couple and made sure to find them at some point during the night to send their congratulations. Many confided in them that they were a bit envious of their newfound love and hoped that they’d find some themselves soon.
Every time someone confessed that they were jealous of his new relationship, Austin gave them the same response, “Well, you’re here now, aren’t you? There’s a lot of pretty people here, too! Get groovy with the one of your dreams and give it a shot!”
Every guest that got his advice made sure to use it. To them, Austin Powers was the King of Flirting. It would be a waste to not listen to him when it came to trying to woo the one you have your eyes on. They all looked at Austin gazing at Lizzy longingly and took inspiration from them to find someone they could do that with. What was originally a party to celebrate the budding love between Austin and Lizzy slowly morphed into a speed dating party. Not that either of them minded.
“It’s awfully cute that our guests are trying to find love, too.” Lizzy commented, taking a long sip of her drink.
He nodded, “It’s very, very cool. We’re like the Mona Lisa of love.”
She giggled, “That’s awfully presumptuous. I don’t think we’re that great.”
“I disagree, Liz,” Austin smirked, “And I think our party does, too.”
“I guess so.” She leaned in and kissed him, smiling against his lips.
He returned her kiss happily and made sure that everyone at the party could see them expressing their love for each other. The rest of the party was spent encouraging love, sharing kind words and flirty vibes, and congratulating Lizzy and Austin.
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To Be Treasured
commission for: anon
summary: After healing from past traumas with the help of his love, Hymnal, Astarion feels ready to try to be intimate again
word count: 2k
content warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, mentions of trauma (not in detail), drawing blood, biting, multiple orgasms, praise, hand jobs, penetration
author's note: Thank you so incredibly much for commissioning me! I'm honored that I was trusted to write for such a complex character! :)
Neither of them thought moving on would be easy but it still surprised both Astarion and Hymnal when they had certain hang ups they couldn’t seem to move past easily.
200 years was a long time but a short time to a reborn vampire like Astarion. It felt short due to his lifespan, but long because of what he endured. 200 long, dreadful years of being enslaved seemed like the blink of an eye to him now. He prided himself on being able to hide the trauma he still carried with ease, even going so far as to say point blank how he’s slept with so many people before that the mere act of being intimate with another person seemed so meaningless. Of course, he just assumed he would be alone forever to face these issues alone and that no one could even truly begin to imagine the pain he held in his heart.
Then, he met Hymnal and everything changed.
Hymnal had a kind, loving soul. The kind of pure soul Astarion didn’t think could exist in someone. He was one of the only ones Astarion had ever met who could understand the traumas he faced through two centuries. It was comforting to know that he had support but the fact that Hymnal had gone through the same things he felt before saddened him. He was always so patient with Astarion and showed him kindness he never thought he deserved. Hymnal was a beacon of light and hope that Astarion never knew he needed but was eternally grateful to have. He knew just what to do to make Astarion smile and laugh, knew when it was obvious he wasn’t doing well, and how to show him physical love in a way that didn’t make his breath hitch. He was so devoted to his vampire love and was willing to do anything for him. That sort of love was new to Astarion but he was willing to open himself up to it slowly. For the both of them, love finally felt right for once.
It took them both a while to adjust to their relationship but it was a journey they were both willing to make. The fact that it was okay to want affection and that it was alright to ask for something you wanted or needed was new to them, especially to Astarion. Receiving love was an unknown feeling but it was never unwelcomed. Astarion slowly but surely grew accustomed to the love Hymnal so willingly gave to him but he couldn’t allow himself to be intimate. Not until now, anyway.
“Sweetsun, I’d like to tell you something.” Astarion tried to keep his voice confident to hide the nervousness he felt.
Hymnal turned to him and smiled, “Yes, my Star?”
That pet name he gave to him always made Astarion feel alive again. He swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, “I believe that I’m…” He trailed off, trying his best to control the nerves that threatened to take over.
“You believe what?” He tilted his head, “Take your time, Aster. I’m in no rush.”
“I believe I’m ready.” He said quickly, almost as if he would lose it if he didn’t say it now.
Hymnal’s face suddenly got serious when he heard those words. Ready? Does Astarion mean that? He took a deep breath through his nose and very carefully asked, “Are you sure? It’s alright if you need more time, love.”
“No,” Astarion shook his head and gently placed his hand on Hymnal’s shoulder, “I’m ready, Hymn. I want to have this experience with you.”
He took his hand in his and placed a kiss on top of it, “I’d like it too, Aster. I’ll follow your lead. No rush or pressure though, okay?”
He nodded hesitantly and made a few slow, deep breaths before starting. Astarion started with lovingly touching Hymnal, pulling him towards him and planting a soft kiss on his lips. He kept looking at Hymnal for reassurance, trying to read his facial expressions to make sure he was doing it right. When he saw nothing but love in Hymnal’s eyes, Astarion eased into his confidence and did a bit more. He did what he could to be closer to him and continued to kiss him. They were as close as they could be to each other and yet, it still wasn’t enough. Hymnal did what he promised Astarion and followed his lead, cuddling and kissing him whenever he initiated it. Sweet, loving kisses morphed into needy, passionate ones soon enough. Astarion cupped his face in his hands and made their kisses deeper, slowly slipping his tongue inside Hymnal’s mouth.
Astarion broke away for a moment with an uneasy look on his face, “Do forgive me, I-I’’m…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” He took note of Astarion’s hesitancy and stroked his cheek with his thumb, “We don’t have to continue if you don’t want.”
“But I do want it.” He pursed his lips and continued to hover over him, “I just don’t know why I-”
Hymnal sat up and pulled Astarion into his arms, “It’s alright. You don’t need to justify it. We can take all the time you need to feel more ready.” He petted his hair and cradled him against his chest to help comfort him.
At first, Astarion was angry with himself for needing to pause for a moment but with Hymnal’s reassurance and praise, he began to feel a little better.
“Would you like me to try to initiate a bit?” He asked him, “If you want to continue, I mean. Maybe I can start so you don’t feel so pressured?”
Astarion nodded against his chest, “Yes, I would like that, Sweetsun.”
Hymnal slowly untangled his hand from his hair and moved it down to rub his back, “Let me know at any time if you’re not enjoying yourself, okay?”
“Yes, my love.” He replied, appreciative of the fact that he was so attentive to his comfort.
“I love you, Aster.” His hand drifted lower down Astarion’s body, “So, so much.”
Hymnal was careful to watch his body language. He saw how Astarion melted into his touch, how he looked at him with adoration in his eyes, how he wanted this.
With a gentle touch, Hymnal slid his hand under the waistband of Astarion’s pants and inched his way towards his cock. He paused for a moment to check in on his lover but when he saw that he was enjoying himself, Hymnal continued. His fingers curled around his erection and slowly stroked it to ease them both into the feeling. Astarion’s voice got breathy and he leaned his head back into Hymnal’s shoulder. He quietly whispered that he wanted him to continue, please. Hymnal was happy to give him what he wanted. With his free hand, he cupped his face and stroked his cheek again.
“You are so pretty,” Hymnal murmured in Astarion’s ear, “And you’re doing so well. I love you so much.”
Astarion whined quietly, “Your touch…It’s…”
“It’s what?” He asked, almost slowing down to a stop.
“It’s amazing,” He sighed, “Please,”
Hymnal went back to his previous pace, “Of course, my Star, anything for you.”
Astarion closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy being touched by Hymnal. The way he stroked his cock made him feel like he was in paradise. It was a feeling he thought he couldn’t ever feel again or one he was allowed to have. It was pure bliss to finally let himself be intimate and close with someone again, especially someone as wonderful as Hymnal. With every touch, every kiss pressed against his temple, every sweet word whispered in his ear brought Astarion closer and closer to finishing.
“Are you getting close, Aster?” Hymnal asked, lovingly rubbing his thumb on the head of Asterion’s cock.
All he could do was nod a response because he felt so good that all words failed him.
He smiled and gently patted his hair, “Good, I’m glad. You’re doing so wonderfully and you look so handsome like this.”
A moan hitched in Asterion’s throat as his orgasm came suddenly. Hymnal’s praise made him feel overwhelmingly good and he couldn’t help but cum upon hearing his kind compliments.
Hymnal continued to praise him as his cock twitched in his hand, loving how close they were both physically and emotionally. He pulled his hand out of Asterion’s pants and focused on making him feel good after such a moment. He was so proud of him for feeling comfortable enough to share such an experience with him and for trusting him so much. Hymnal assumed that Asterion was done with such events, so he focused on cuddling him and performing aftercare.
“Sweetsun,” Astarion broke their comfortable silence and moved away to look him in the eyes, “I think I’d like to initiate this time. Again, I mean.”
Hymnal tilted his head in confusion, “You still want to-?”
“Yes,” He interrupted him, passion dripping in his voice, “I want to. So badly. I want you.”
His breath became uneven but Hymnal excitedly nodded, “I want you too, Aster. Please, take me.”
Astarion’s confidence grew with Hymnal’s explicit want and he gently pushed him onto his back. He crawled on top of him and very gingerly toyed with the hem of Hymnal’s shirt before eventually peeling it off of him. He leaned down to kiss and nip at Hymnal’s exposed neck, biting him a little to taste his blood. He let out a soft moan when he felt his blood on his tongue because nothing could ever taste as sweet to him. Hymnal whimpered as Astarion continued to bite him, wrapping his hand around the back of his neck and pulling him towards him.
Astarion let out a low chuckle, “Do you like that, my love?”
This time, it was Hymnal who was at a loss for words. He tried to reply but he stuttered over his words, getting sidetracked with how pretty his lover was and how good he felt.
“That’s alright, darling,” Astarion cooed, “Words aren’t needed. Just let me take care of you.”
“Okay, my Star.” Hymnal sighed, “You’re so amazing and you are doing so well.”
He smiled sweetly, “Thank you, you are too.”
He then focused on getting both of their pants off so that he could continue to please Hymnal. Once every garment was removed and they were both as bare as they could be to each other, Asterion started to slowly press himself inside of Hymnal. The pleasure they both felt from that one movement was immense and it was almost like they stepped into Heaven together.
It was such an amazing moment for Astarion. To feel so comfortable with being so close with someone was something he never thought he craved so badly until he met and fell in love with Hymnal. Something that he once associated with pain could now be associated with the passion and undying love that they hold for each other. It was so beautiful and so comforting to them.
Astarion kept a steady thrusting pace so that both he and Hymnal could get used to the sensation. While thrusting inside of him, Astarion latched himself on to his neck once again to taste his sweet blood. Hymnal gasped and moaned at both being bitten once again and feeling Astarion inside of him.
“Oh, Hymn,” He whispered in his ear, “You feel so good. This feels so good.”
He let out a shaky moan, “I love you, I love you so much, Aster.”
Once again, Astarion felt his orgasm creeping up on him. He could help it when making love to Hymnal felt so good, “I love you too. I don’t think I could love anyone like I love you.”
While being caught up in his affection for Hymnal, smothering him in kisses, and focusing on how good it felt to be inside of him, he was almost surprised when he came again. With one more loving, passionate kiss, Astarion quickly pulled out of him and came on the inside of his thighs. How amazing it all felt was a shock to them both but it was a welcomed surprise.
They both were left panting messes after that, but Hymnal broke the silence with, “Wow, just wow.”
He closed his eyes and relaxed for a moment but then realized that Astarion was unusually quiet. Hymnal opened his eyes and sat up to find him a bit misty eyed. His natural instinct was to pull him into his arms and comfort him, but Astarion held his hand up to stop him.
“Forgive me, Hymn,” He sniffled, “I’m just a bit emotional.”
“Are you alright?” He asked anyway, just wanting to make sure, “It felt amazing. You were amazing.”
Astarion gave him a warm smile, wiping his eyes, “Thank you very much. Yes, I’m quite alright. Please believe me. It’s just…”
Hymnal pulled him close and gave him a long hug, “It’s just what?”
“It’s beautiful to be treasured by someone so lovely.” He murmured into his neck, melting into his touch.
The rest of their evening was spent like this. With them in each other’s arms, small talk, and loving words being exchanged. Astarion knew that everything he went through wouldn’t fade away in one day, but being with Hymnal made him realize that he wasn’t doomed to suffer alone any longer. Now, whenever he thinks of an act like sex, he will always think of his lover and the affection they share.
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A Never Ending Hunger
commission for: @williameaston
summary: The Count had been trying so desperately to ignore his hunger but Ambroży teases him with it, making it almost impossible
word count: 2k
content warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, bloodplay, drawing blood, biting, slight overstim, slight praise
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Hungry.
Starving.
There were no other words for it.
Dracula didn’t know how else to describe the insatiable urge he had been feeling lately in regards to Ambroży. Whenever they were anywhere near him, his eyes always fell to the soft, warm flesh on their neck and his hunger pained him once more. Perhaps the tales of him being a soulless, carnivorous beast with an incredible lust for blood were true after all.
Ambroży noticed how The Count acted around them. Despite his mysterious and brooding air about him, Vlad wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. When they spent time together, Ambroży had this sixth sense that he was staring intensely at them. They could feel his eyes all over him. It was almost as if his gaze was burning a hole into their skin. If they were anyone else, they would’ve been frightened at this feeling. The thought that Count Dracula himself was practically salivating at the mere sight of a sliver of skin that poked out from their top would make anyone afraid.
But Ambroży was not just anyone. They were The Count’s lover.
In fact, they welcomed his lustful gaze and even encouraged it. They started by wearing tops that exposed more of their neck and collar bones around him in hopes that it would entice him. It worked like a charm because Vlad’s neverending hunger he tried so hard to ignore became so unbearable when Ambroży did that to him. They also took it upon themselves to tease him with their bare skin, too.
Ambroży would cock their head to the side, feign innocence and ask “Is something the matter, Vlad? You seem so stressed. Is there something distracting you?”
Dracula would wave these questions off, still trying to keep his lust hidden but Ambroży knew better.
Their hands would absentmindedly trail along their neck while speaking to him, making his eyes follow it, “You know what helps me when I’m distracted or stressed?”
“What, pray tell?”
“I like to bite my skin, like this,” They brought their thumb to their mouth and started to gently nibble on it, “Maybe you need to bite something to exercise this nervous energy?”
The suggestion flustered The Count and made his cold skin feel like it was burning. He cleared his throat and did his best to maintain his composure, “I assure, my dear Ambroży, I am fine. I will take your suggestion if I need to but please know that I am quite alright.”
Ambroży peered up at him with a playful expression on their face, “Hmm, are you sure? I can tell that something is up…You’re safe to confide in me, you know.”
“I am sure.” Vlad dismissed their curiosity, “I believe that my mind has just been wandering. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Alright, but only if you’re sure.” They said, clearly not buying his poorly constructed excuse, “If there is anything that I can do to help, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”
“Of course,” He said before turning to leave, their words buzzing around in his head.
Was he really that obvious? Did they know what exactly they were doing to him? How they were toying with something becoming more and more unbearable as the days passed by? These were the questions that Vlad asked himself everytime he had an interaction like this with Ambroży.
This type of teasing continued almost every time they found themselves in the same room together with Ambroży becoming more and more confident in their taunts. They moved away from being subtle and playful to being incredibly blunt.
“Are you alright?” They asked as soon as they saw Vlad, “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
Yes. He was desperately and painfully hungry.
“No, my pet, I’m quite alright.” He lied, “Why do you ask?”
Ambroży clicked their tongue and shook their head, “Because I can tell that you are. You’re just not telling me for some reason.”
“Ambroży, I assure you-”
“Do you need blood?” Ambroży asked plainly, seemingly unphased.
Their sudden question interrupted whatever Dracula wanted to say. His mind went blank as he peered at them curiously. Ambroży stood before him with their arms crossed, looking up at him expectantly. It seemed they expected a confession of his hunger. Or maybe…something more physical.
“Vlad?” Their irritated voice brought him back to the present, “I asked you a question. Do you need to bite something?”
The Count let out a slow, soft exhale, “I’m afraid you don’t know what you’re asking.”
Ambroży cocked their head to the side, “Oh? I think I might. Come on, I think you need it. Here,” They tugged down their shirt collar to expose more of their neck to him, “I’m offering.”
There it was again. Their warm, soft neck was taunting him. Only this time, Dracula did not resist Ambroży’s temptation. As gently as he could, he wrapped his slender fingers around their neck with one hand and curled under their chin with the other.
“Oh, dragă mea,” He cooed in their ear, his breath feeling hot against their ear, “You are too kind to offer this to me. Forgive me for not being able to resist you.”
Ambroży could only whimper a response, shocked at Vlad’s sudden change in demeanor. Of course, it was welcomed, it just took them by surprise.
The Count didn’t immediately sink his teeth into their warm, inviting skin despite his hunger screaming at him to. No, he took his time savoring this moment with his darling Ambroży. He gently stroked their cheek and longingly stared into their eyes. Vlad leaned in close to their face, almost as if he were about to kiss them, and traced their lips with his finger. Then, he returned back to their neck and slowly peppered it in soft kisses. They were so soft that Ambroży almost didn’t feel them at first. Their breath hitched when his slow kisses became more erratic, more desperate. Finally, as gently as he could, Dracula grazed Ambroży’s neck with his fangs before tenderly biting into them. He paused for a moment, almost as if he wanted to see if they wanted to back out. But, Ambroży merely stayed still and nodded, encouraging him to continue.
A soft sigh escaped their lips, “Vlad…” Was all they could muster as he sank his teeth further in their neck.
Dracula had been fantasizing of this moment since the moment he laid eyes on Ambroży. He wondered about how their skin would feel against his hands and mouth, what noises they would make, how they would taste. Now, he didn’t have to wonder about the answer to those questions anymore and it was delicious. As he tasted Ambroży’s blood, he noticed how vocal they were. Their little whimpers and moans sounded so melodic to him. He never wanted them to stop. Ambroży’s reactions to Dracula biting and drinking their blood aroused him. The two of them being so close together physically that there was no space between them helped with this arousal, too.
Vlad released himself from their neck and admired the bite mark he left. It was bright red with some blood weeping from the puncture wounds. It looked perfect to him. With his fingers still wrapped under their chin, he leaned in close to Ambroży’s ear, “Let’s move to a room that will be more comfortable for you, my dear.”
They nodded, “Okay, I’ll follow your lead.”
“Oh, pet,” He cooed, “I won’t keep you waiting.”
He took Ambroży’s hand and led them out of the room they were currently in to search for one of the many, many bedrooms in his Castle. They rushed to find it but once they stumbled one, Dracula didn’t hesitate to push Ambroży inside and swiftly shut the door behind them, despite the fact that no one else inhabited the Castle besides the two of them. He pushed them to the bed and slowly undressed them, taking his time to enjoy this moment with them. Once they laid bare before him, he undressed himself before climbing on top of them.
Ambroży giggled, “I told you I knew something was up.”
“Don’t tease,” The Count warned, “Unless you want me to stop and pretend none of this happened.”
“No,” They sounded desperate, “Please, I’m only joking.”
He gave them a wicked grin, “That’s more like it. I prefer it if you stay polite, pet.”
Dracula’s sense of power made them shiver beneath him and they bite their lip, “Yes, Count. I’ll stay polite for you.”
“Perfect,” He purred in a deep, seductive voice, “I cannot thank you enough.”
Slowly, he pushed himself into Ambroży to allow the both of them to ease into it and get used to the feeling. Of course, it didn’t take long for him to pick up speed as he thrusted into them. He eyed the bite marks on Ambroży’s neck and smirked to himself. Knowing that he was the one that put such noticeable marks on their flesh that are so obvious to the world that they belong to him made him even more aroused.
Ambroży’s face contorted into one of pleasure and they dug their nails into Vlad’s shoulders. He was going very fast now and it was overwhelming for them in the best way. They were surprised at the intense amount of stamina he had but they figured that allowing him to feed off their neck fueled his energy. Even though Dracula was fucking them slightly rough and quickly, he was very attentive to Ambroży. He was still in control, but he kept lovingly cradling their face, tracing the bites on their neck, and murmuring sweet nothings and praises in their ear. It felt amazing. Too amazing. Their orgasm came quicker than they expected but Vlad made them feel like they ascended to heaven.
“Dragă mea,” The Count whispered to them, “Do you think you can handle more?”
He didn’t seem tired at all, even after the intense speed he was fucking them with. Ambroży sunk their head into the pillow, panting. They nodded their head yes and wrapped their arms around his neck to bring him closer.
His lips curled into a smile, “Okay, my love. I just wanted to make sure.”
He picked up where they left off last round with the same pace. But, that hunger came back to Vlad. It wasn’t as strong as earlier, but he noticed that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Ambroży’s neck. Instead of ignoring this urge like he did for days on end before, he sunk his teeth into their neck and began feeding again. Ambroży yelped at the sudden feeling of being bitten but happily welcomed it.
Dracula let go of their neck to look them in the eye, their blood staining his lip, “You taste divine, my dearest Ambroży. Absolutely perfect.”
Ambroży could feel beads of warm blood dribbling down their neck and to their collarbone. Their mind was hazy with pleasure. They felt sensitive from their first round but that didn’t inhibit their enjoyment. Being fucked by their beloved Count felt nothing but perfect to them. Once again, they felt a coil in their stomach and knew that they were close to finishing yet again.
“Vlad,” They whined, “I’m close, I’m so close,”
Dracula smiled, “Oh, you’re so good. I’m glad I’m doing such an excellent job.”
Ambroży came once again and Vlad pulled out of them when he felt close himself. He wiped the blood dripping down their neck away with one hand and stroked himself to the sight of them with the other. The Count then brought his fingers up to his lips to taste their blood one final time before cumming on Ambroży’s thighs. He left threads of warm cum on their skin and then took a breath.
Vlad’s eyes fluttered shut as he licked the last traces of their blood from his fingers, “I’ll clean you up, pet.”
They nodded and lazily sat up in the bed, watching Dracula as he moved swiftly around the room to retrieve their clothes. They were still dazed. Ambroży couldn’t recall the last time they had ever felt so blissed out and good. Their neck stung a little from being bitten multiple times, but that was a price they were willing to pay to have encounters like this with Dracula again.
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Poems by Candlelight
commission for: @williameaston
summary: Ambroży and Dracula spend more time together and bond over Ambroży's poetry
word count: 2k
author's note: AHHH MIMI THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU this was so much fun to write you have NO idea. I love writing for vampires so much
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The word “monsters” was nothing but a title at this point for both Ambroży and Vlad. It didn’t phase them like it used to. Those who threw that word at the both of them didn’t appreciate that it didn’t get under their skin anymore but they hurled it at them anyway. Either way, the two of them were used to it and almost wore that wretched word with pride. Almost.
It affected Ambroży greatly at first when they were first exiled from their home after being labeled a witch who danced with the Devil himself that took the form of Count Dracula. He took an absurd fascination with the beast who lived alone in the castle and enveloped themselves in stories of him. They became almost obsessed with these tales, asking about information on the Count every chance they got or merely discussing it. The townspeople didn’t appreciate Ambroży’s sudden interest and quickly jumped to the conclusion that he was a witch trying to seduce others into being that wretched beast’s next meal. So, they all did what they felt was best, which was to run them out of town with the threat of violence. Everyone ignored his pleas and begs for mercy, their explanations about how it was simply just an interest, and pushed them out of their community for good. Alone and defenseless, Ambroży traveled to the only place they felt would accept them: Vlad’s Castle.
He found sanctuary in the Count’s isolated place they both eventually called home. Of course, Vlad wasn’t very welcoming to Ambroży at first. He assumed that they were just another human seeking to be the cause of his demise so he reacted to them entering his castle with hostility. He even threatened to throw the unknown human out but when Ambroży threw themselves on their knees before him to beg him to let him stay with teary eyes, Vlad could see that they weren’t the same type of human that wanted him dead. Vlad allowed them to stay in the Castle with him and let go of some of the hostility he showed him but was still suspicious.
His reservations towards the new inhabitant of the Castle slowly melted away as he got to know Ambroży. They thanked him an absurd amount of times for letting them stay with him the entire first week he stayed despite the fact that the Count said that once was enough. Ambroży also said that he intended on making his presence useful and offered to do anything Vlad ordered, like cleaning or tending to whatever he needed. When they weren’t begging the Count to order them to do something to make up for staying with him, they were scribbling poetry in the moonlight. Vlad took an interest in their writing, peering over his shoulder from time to time whenever he caught them. Ambroży took note of his quiet interest and started to write poetry out in the open out of hopes that he would walk by and try to get a sneak peek at whatever they were writing.
Finally, the Count decided to be blunt, “May I read your writing?”
Ambroży was taken aback by his forwardness but pleased at the same time, “Why, yes. You may.” They shyly handed a stack of the poems he had written to him.
Vlad sat down at the candlelit table next to him and scanned his eyes over the papers in his hands. Ambroży watched him intensely, sitting so still that they almost forgot to breathe. They were nervous seeing Dracula read his work and was surprised at himself for giving it away so freely. He was almost always so protective over his poetry because of how intimate it was but with the Count, they felt safe.
He turned a page and continued reading, “This is exquisite. You are quite the artist.”
“Oh,” A deep blush spread across their cheeks, “Oh, no, I’m afraid I cannot accept such a kind compliment.”
“I insist.” He whispered, momentarily looking away from Ambroży’s poems, “These are phenomenal. Thank you for sharing them with me.”
“No, thank you.” They eyed his slender hands carefully and almost wanted to reach out and hold them in his, “You’ve been so generous allowing me to stay here with you.”
“You know that you are not held captive here.” He said flatly while turning back to Ambroży’s poetry, “You are free to come and go as you please. I do not wish for you to feel like a prisoner in my Castle.”
“Oh, but I don’t!” Ambroży said a little too enthusiastically, “I want to stay here with you.”
“You do?” Dracula couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This human who came to him in shambles wanted to stay here in his cold, dark, isolated castle? Preposterous.
“Yes,” They did their best to contain themselves so he didn’t scare the Count off with his sudden burst of affection towards him, “I like it here. I don’t feel forced to stay at all. I’m comfortable here with you.”
He tilted his head in confusion, “Don’t you miss being with your kind? With other humans?”
Ambroży’s face turned dark, “No. Not at all.” He pursed their lips into a tight, thin line, “I’ve never felt welcomed with them, anyway.”
“Hmm,” He set the stack of papers down in a neat pile in front of him on the table, “I understand that all too well.”
“I like it here.” Ambroży repeated, “I’m happy. For once, I don’t feel like I’m the monster here. In fact, staying here with you has made me realize that they’re the monsters, not us.”
“You’re not just saying this?” Dracula asked hesitantly, suspicion dripping in his voice.
They shook their head, “No, not in the slightest. I feel as if this is my home now and I’d like to-!” He cut himself off, worried that they might embarrass himself with what they wanted to say next.
The Count wouldn’t let it slide, “You’d like what, my dear Ambroży?”
Ambroży swallowed thickly, “I’d…I’d like to stay here with you anyway because you interest me endlessly.”
“Hmm,” Dracula thought long and hard about what they just confessed to him. This was a first for him, having someone care this much about him. No one has ever taken such an interest in him or have looked upon him in such a positive light. He studied Ambroży’s face while he thought of a response, looking deep into their eyes. Their face was serious and their eyes were wide while he watched him think. The Count could tell that Ambroży was being genuine when they told him what he wanted. He let out a low, curious hum, “I confess that I find you quite intriguing as well.”
Ambroży cleared his throat, “Really? You find me interesting?”
“I enjoy your company as well.” He handed his poetry back to him, “And I appreciate that you want to spend time with me like this. Perhaps soon I will join you while you write more.”
“I’d love that!” They perked up, finding it hard to contain their excitement, “That would be lovely, Vlad!”
Dracula nodded slowly, “Yes, I believe it would be indeed.”
Without another word, he slipped away back into the darkness before Ambroży could say anything else. They stared at the pile of poems in front of him and gently traced his finger along the edge of the first page. He thought about how the Count read those very papers before them and how he thoughtfully complimented their work. His words inspired Ambroży to write a romantic poem all about Dracula and their feelings towards him. As they wrote, they secretly hoped that the two of them would have another encounter like this again and that he didn’t make him run away because of their eagerness.
Thankfully, their wishes came true because the very next night as soon as the sun stopped seeping in through the cracks in the curtains, Dracula wandered the many halls in his Castle looking for Ambroży. He found him in the same room he did last night, at the same table, scribbling away on a fresh sheet of paper
“Hello again, Ambroży,” He greeted them quietly, standing in the doorway of the room.
The sudden sound of Dracula’s voice made them jump and turn around quickly to face him, “Good evening, can I do anything for you?”
The Count almost looked like a ghost with the way he was haunting the doorway, “No, no, that is quite unnecessary. Thank you kindly.”
“Here,” Ambroży quickly got out of their chair, making it squeak, to pull out the chair next to his, “Take this spot, please.”
He moved swiftly, his long strides making it look as if he was floating, and took the chair they pulled out for him, “You are too kind to me.”
Ambroży sat back down and leaned his elbows on the table to get a little closer to Vlad, “Oh, don’t mention it. It was the least I could do.”
“Are you writing more poetry?” He asked, his eyes scanning the new page they were writing on.
“Yes,” He handed him the new poem, “Would you like to read this one?”
Dracula nodded slowly and gingerly took the poem from their hands, his fingers grazing theirs briefly.
The feeling of his finger brushing against theirs made Ambroży tense up. Their heart almost leaped in his throat and it made his skin feel like it was on fire. It was the sort of feeling they wrote about in their poems. His heart was beating rapidly, both from the touch and from watching Vlad look over his newest poem carefully. Much like last night, Ambroży was eager to hear his thoughts and hoped that he would like this one just as much if not more than the ones he read last night.
Dracula finished reading and silently put the page down on the table. He thought carefully about what he just read.
The silence between them made Ambroży feel uncomfortable and nervous, “Did…Did you like it, Vlad?”
He nodded slowly again, “Yes, it was very poignant and artistic. However…” He trailed off, thinking some more.
“However?” They fidgeted with their fingers while another silence fell between them, tugging and pulling on his thumb.
“Pardon me,” Vlad apologized, “I’m just choosing my words carefully. I don’t believe I have ever read anything like this before. Your poetry is very…flowery. Passionate. I admire it very much.”
Ambroży smiled politely, “Thank you so much. Your kind words mean the world to me.”
“Although, this one is different.” Dracula tenderly traced the words written on the page, “You speak of this dark figure in this one and you speak very highly of them. Forgive me for assuming but I must ask, is this figure supposed to be me?”
Their eyes went wide and he struggled to find a suitable response to that question. Was it really that obvious? Ambroży was very outspoken and a hopeless romantic, sure, and anyone could see that from a mile away. But this time he tried his best to water down his feelings, at least publicly, so that Vlad didn’t feel strange allowing someone who was so head over heels in love with him to stay in his Castle.
“Ambroży?” His soft voice brought them out of their thoughts, “I’m sorry, was that too intrusive of a question?”
“No, not at all!” They coughed their words out, feeling embarrassed, “I…Yes, I wrote about you. I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
“I see,” Dracula looked at the romantic words written about him longingly, “You wrote about me so beautifully. Do you truly feel this way about me?”
“...Yes.” Ambroży found it hard to maintain eye contact with him. He was worried that their now known romantic feelings ruined the relationship they shared with The Count.
Those anxious thoughts were soon soothed by him laying a hand gently on top of theirs, “I’m glad I finally found the correct words to explain my feelings towards you.”
“I’m so sorry-wait, huh?” They asked, extremely confused.
“Forgive me for taking so long to find the right words to confess this to you.” The Count kept his hand on top of Ambroży’s, “And forgive me for confessing to you in such a way.”
He shook their head rapidly, “No, no! Please, don’t apologize. I…” Ambroży placed his hand on top of Dracula’s and squeezed it gently, “I’m glad to know that my fond feelings are returned.”
“I do as well.”
Despite being labeled as “monsters” by the outsiders, the two of them found the most human thing in each other: love. From that night on, Dracula often found Ambroży furiously creating and writing beautiful and thoughtful art about their muse. Now, they both had forever to be endlessly interested in each other.
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