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self reblogged the wrong fic while talking about another, if u saw that no u didn't 💀
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The moon is full! That means it's time to:
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As of the 25th of March 2024
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untitled; ropes. (cal x edith)
2.4k words, nsfw 18+ cal belongs to edith @night-triumphantt 💕
“Too tight?”
She hovers above him, studying Cal’s every move as she secures the bindings on his wrists, ready to stop at even the smallest twitch in his expression. He doesn’t flinch, though. Just shakes his head lightly, deep red eyes focused on her. She ties the last knot quickly enough.
Edith’s lips find his a second later; it’s tentative at first, a feather-like peck on the corner of his mouth (it’s enough to make him shudder). Then a real kiss follows, a proper one, intent yet still gentle. It doesn’t take much to coax his mouth open. Instead he docilely allows her to deepen the kiss, drinking her in as if parched yet unwilling to take more than he’s been offered. If it were up to him, if she ever wished to, he’d let her break his skin and flow through his veins.
She’s soft, too soft as she kisses him— Cal has seen her fangs, seen just how deep her teeth can sink into flesh till bloody, but her mouth is silk and honey and smooth as whiskey whenever she kisses him. Yielding; just like the steel of her eyes whenever they rest on him. The bluntness of it still catches him off guard after all this time.
Cal’s breath hitches once more when she nibbles on his bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. It’s all too intense. Her weight on him as she straddles him, and… 
He pulls on the restraints almost experimentally; like he’s trying to gauge if they’ll hold. They do. The cotton bandages (the ones usually binding Edith’s hands during training) are now expertly wrapped around Cal’s wrists and then the headboard, keeping him in place. He could probably tear himself free, if he really tried. But he only gives another weak yank while Edith kisses him more, a strangled sound escaping him helplessly when he finds himself unable to hold her. 
“Does it hurt?” She pauses, leaning back to get a better look at him. There’s an edge to her tone that he misses as his eyes flutter close in focus, a feeble attempt at calming his panting. But he senses her waiting for an answer, and when words don’t come out he shakes his head. It really doesn’t hurt. 
“I need you to use your words, Cal.” 
He thinks she’s teasing him, at first, enjoying the effect she has on him. But then he sees her, and his heart lurches. Because she’s pleading with him, he realises. 
Edith watches him expectantly, frozen in place, tense as she readies herself to put a stop to all this. She half-expects him to ask her, but would he? Worry hisses and coils in her stomach, and then it vanishes in a single moment, replaced by kindled warmth as Cal flashes a reassuring smile at her.
“I’m alright. Just feeling a bit…”
“Out of control?” She finishes for him when he hesitates, and Cal swallows.
“Mmh.”
Edith lets out a shaky huff, halfway between a sigh and a chuckle. Her head dips to rest on him, lodged between his neck and shoulder (right where his tattoo coils elegantly across his skin, as if marking her place), letting her lips brush against his pulse. It’s strong. Alive.
“Tell me about it,” she murmurs, and he wishes he could look at her and see the frenzy pooling in her eyes. The same frenzy that’s making her voice tremble as she admits darkly, “‘m losing my goddamn mind, here.”
He thinks he gets it, now, why she looked at him so desperately just now, like she was the one unable to move and not the other way around. ‘Out of control’, she said… He does feel quite helpless, tied up as he is. But giving up that control is the whole point, and Cal doesn’t find it in him to feel uneasy. Not when it’s Edith he has to trust; that’s always been rather easy, with his life or anything more.
No, out of the two of them the one struggling the most right now isn’t him. Edith is holding back for his sake, unwilling to ruin what’s most dear to her, Cal realises. Dear. Treasured. Delicate. Never would he think of those words to describe himself, except for when she holds him. Except for when she buries her fingers in his inky hair and kisses down his throat lightly, as she’s doing now. 
That’s what he thinks of as her tongue runs along his jugular, one hand reaching over to rub his tied wrists, and the other placed on his bare chest; right above his heart. And if he is all that she believes, if he is priceless and fragile, he’d let her break him over and over again, as long as it were her hands piecing him together.
But he wouldn’t know how to say all that.
“It’s okay,” he blurts out instead, voice ragged, “You can—” 
He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, choking back the words as she descends on him. At last. It’s her hand that finds him first, touching him in a way that has Cal’s thighs tense, his muscles spasming at the warmth of her palm that so easily seeps through the fabric of his clothes. She thinks herself cold, so why does her skin always burn like this?
“Tell me what you want.” 
An order. But if he could see her face now, he’d know she’s begging.
You. What else could he want? His head feels completely empty, yet buzzing all the same. It’s taking all of his focus not to grind into her touch, a frantic need for more clouding his thoughts. He thinks she asks a second time— he can’t be sure. The dizziness only fades when Edith grasps his chin and tilts it up so he meets her gaze. She’s smiling a bit. That helps.
“Kiss me?” He finally finds his voice again; it comes out as a question, though he’s not sure if he means it that way. She laughs, then. A real laugh, bright and airy, and a fond shake of her head before she takes pity on him and complies.
Everything that happens after, Cal can barely register. He doesn’t notice the button of his pants being undone, or the cool air on his skin; he doesn’t notice his own hips shifting restlessly, or his fingers gripping and pulling at the bindings whenever she grips him in a way that has his back arch beautifully, just like a bowstring. 
All he knows is the taste of her tongue (sugar and lemon), the torment of waiting for more. Her mouth muffles the low whine pulled from him as she strokes him, her grasp firm and blissful and inescapable. My darling, my baby, so perfect… A shameless string of coos washes over him as her head moves lower, each word making the tips of his ears burn hotter. And with every praise she inches closer to his belt, her mouth leaving a trail of bruised prints in its wake. It feels maddening, maddeningly good. He can’t cover his face like this, Cal realises suddenly; and so does Edith, smiling as she drinks in the sight.
And what a sight he is, head thrown back against the pillows, silky strands of hair splayed around him like a halo, the curve of his throat completely exposed. His chest is flushed, rising and falling so frantically. From where she’s nuzzling his stomach, nipping at the flesh right below his navel, Edith watches his lips part in a silent gasp. It turns into a moan when she lowers her head again.
“I love you.” 
How much time has passed? Edith’s voice sounds rougher, almost as if scorched by his heat. The way she says those words so easily while slotted in between his legs, feasting on the most sensitive parts of him… Cal would want to hide if he weren’t so lost, fumbling to chase his high.
“Please,” he twitches under her, trying to keep still, to not bury himself deeper (not that she’d mind) and drown into her.
“Please what?”
The husked taunt almost makes him want to whimper, to cry for mercy. Maybe he will.
“Edith…”
“Anything you want,” she cuts him off before he can, and even in his haze he hears the want barely concealed in her tone. A want to claim that makes her breath taut. “Anything, everything, I’ll give it to you, so just tell me.”
Her voice is nearer, now. Cal’s eyelids flutter open, pure black pupils blown wide as he takes her in, sees the gentleness in her gaze as she leans in to kiss away the tears at the corners of his eyes. He barely hears himself answer, a slurred mumble of pleas that sounds a bit like “…inside you,” but it’s enough for Edith. He only knows she’s freed his hands when he rushes to pull her closer, the force of it startling him more than it does her. She happily responds in kind.
***
A while later he’s lying on her chest, both of them gleaming with sweat, waiting for their breathing to calm down. 
“Good?” She rakes her fingers through his long hair as asks. Her heart still pounds within her ribcage, the sound lulling Cal to peace. There’s a dull, pleasant ache spreading through him; it feels way better than ‘good’.
A quiet hum answers her, and he shifts in her arms to caress her cheek and press a kiss to her temple. 
The contented smile on his face wavers when she catches his hand to stop him; then disappears entirely when he sees her expression.
It confuses him at first, the anger in her eyes. He almost apologises out of reflex— for what, he’s yet to find out. And then he follows her gaze to his wrist, and it clicks. He understands, suddenly, that it’s not anger darkening her face. Fright, maybe. Guilt, definitely. Cal curses inwardly for not having noticed just how carefully she’s been holding his hand, staring at the reddened lines on his skin and rubbing gently at them as if to try and erase the soreness.
“That was too much,” is her only comment, more to herself than him. It sounds almost dejected. He sees her eyes dart from his hand to the rest of him, examining his state in silence. He knows what she sees without having to look down, if only from the way her jaw clenches.
“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—
His torso, covered in marks from neck to belt, large lovebites blooming dark on his beige skin while the imprint of her teeth is barely starting to fade. There’s scratches on his arms, and more on his back that she can’t see but knows are there. She takes it all in, the criss-cross patterns of old pale scars already peppered on his body, and then the new swollen marks she dared to leave on him. 
Do they sting? She can’t help but wonder. Forgive me.
Cal says something. It takes her a moment to even realise he did, but he patiently waits for her to focus back and look at him before repeating it.
“It doesn’t hurt.” 
He gathers her in his arms, embracing her as tightly as he did earlier.  Dozens of kisses peppered from her jawline to her collarbone, unhurried. She sighs, a bit shakily. 
“You could never hurt me,” he whispers it softly into her hair, firmly enough that she has to believe it. She clings to him, gripping his shoulders.
What a liar. She could hurt him in so many ways, this beautiful man in her arms who can only ever smile at her so brightly; the problem is he’d let her. Probably smile even brighter as she did.
He senses the stillness in her, guesses the train of her thoughts, and it fills him with such sudden grief that he shudders. He doesn’t know, exactly, what possesses him to act next. But he grabs her hand and pushes it down between their bodies where it’s still slick, so she can feel him. Feel the growing hardness against her fingertips, searing and eager to be hers again. The oddly bold action, so at war with the bashfulness tinging Cal’s cheeks, seems to surprise her. But she simply waits. 
“It didn’t hurt.” It didn’t hurt, I liked it. Still can’t bring himself to say that last part aloud.
He says it with such conviction, yet heat rushes to his face. It makes for a lovely view that finally pulls a faint smile from Edith.
“Mmh. Then it’s fine,” she hums after a moment, placing a small kiss to the bridge of his nose, “‘Cause I’m still hungry.” 
He’s about to ask what she feels like and sprint to the kitchen, for just a moment. And then he catches her meaning and sees that grin of hers, that ravenous light in her eyes that tells him he’s the next meal— he can’t stop the rush of excitement that ripples through him at that, and she feels it in her palm before he pulls her flush against him.
She laughs at the impatient look he gives her.
“That’s a good puppy,” she purrs, lips ghosting over his without touching them.
Cal, who seemed about to dive in to kiss her himself a second earlier, sobers a bit at that. 
“Don’t— don’t call me that.” Oh, he’s flustered. So much so that he can barely hide the way he shudders as he turns to the side, hiding his face from her for a moment. 
She doesn’t have it in her to be merciful, though; not when he’s just offered himself so enthusiastically… Her smile only grows wider. His throat bobs nervously as he stares back at her.
“Husband, then.” 
That does it. A weak groan of protest, and then he’s burying his face in the crook of her neck as if he plans to live there, strong arms locked in place around her waist. 
Another laugh shakes her at the ridiculousness of it, of him, and then it softens into something else. Happiness, and disbelief, at how they found such ease despite the world outside this small, bare room. She sighs against his hair, pressing a kiss against the crown of his head that sends pleased shivers down his spine and through his marrow.
“Mine,” she declares, and this time he doesn’t object to the choice of words. Revels in it, even.
Hers.
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sysba · 3 days
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Happy birthday @night-triumphantt 💙
Thank you for being you and for offering me your valuable friendship,, ilysm <3 enjoy this doodle of the blorbos napping together 😌😘
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alexa nikolas ma'am i owe you such a huge apology im so sorry im sorry i was a fucking dumb tween with not-like-other-girls syndrome and i hated on you because you played what i perceived as an annoying girl in zoey 101 so i assumed you were the same, you deserved better—
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sysba · 6 days
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Farah my darling my bestie 😍
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Made Marion Development Update, March 2024
Hello everyone!
We're continuing writing Will's Chapter 2 this month. I went back this past week and wrote the final action scene in Will Chapter 1, so now that chapter is entirely complete.
Writing isn't going as quickly as I'd hoped, but I'm doing as best I can with my health limitations. I have a new lap desk so I can write on the couch more often, and I have a new doctor who is being much more attentive in trying to get me help for my lingering long Covid symptoms.
Since we're largely just writing and sketching art right now, I'm going to take April off from major development updates and send out the next big one in May. I will still be posting our weekly mini-updates on Tumblr if you're interested in more granular progress.
In the meantime, enjoy this sketch I approved of Will's common route CG (I approved two Will CG sketches, but the other one is spoilers), and my silly little contribution to Tumblr's Ides of March-o-Rama.
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Everyones Adorable Little Murder Princess, Valax.
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I’ve hit 400 followers! And since the last giveaway was the one for 200 followers, it was only fair to do this again to show my appreciation for your support. I’ll add some examples under the cut for new followers or you can check my art tag. Good luck!
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oh these are so many LOL but yk what, we were gonna answer all of these anyways so. obligatory otp caledith questions 13, 14, 15, 30, 47, 54, 57. or others you like more idk 🤭
13. Who’s the bigger tease?
Edith, 200%, Cal might learn overtime a little bit but it’s def Edith and not in small part bc Cals (v blushy) reactions are great
14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?
They’re both p good at expressing themselves through actions. Cal gives Edith room and trust to make her own choices & she pushes back on his own self depreciating ways and I think, pushes him to ask for what he wants when he isn’t really likely to do that on his own (he grows a lot when they’re actually together loll). As for how they clash (as tho I didn’t go dm u ab this one; its ok, the ppl should know💀) the way they deal w negative emotions aka. cal repressing them and just deciding to deal, vs edith who responds w anger/becomes explosive. I initially took this as things that would cause arguments but, cal is v chill and edith is too soft for him to be upset.
15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?
Hmmmm I’m not sure it’s an always when they leave, I think In some universes it’d be more consistently than others depending on the high stakes situations they’re in yk. Cal says I love you mostly through actions and his behavior so if you count that than every 'be safe' or hug goodbye is 200% an 'i love you'
16. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?
I feel like if he was told ‘pick out an outfit for Edith’ he’d take into account what she likes, that being practicality and also dark colors. THAT SAID, hed put her in his clothes (this doodle is why it took me so fuckin long to answer bc, it needed to be done and I fought clip studio paint to do it FSDFSDF)
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I have no idea what edith would pick for him, so I'll leave that for u ross fdsfsdfd
47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?
I,,, I don’t think so?? Even tho they’re both convinced they’re gonna ruin it somehow (I Edith bc of her own view of herself and thinking she ruins everything and Cal bc he believes it’s too good to be true and it’s going to end when she finds out he’s a monster fhskdjsk)
54. Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?
I feel like Edith is more likely to fall asleep somewhere that’s not their bed (bc she doesn’t sleep), in which case, Cal would. That or he would like, gently lay a blanket on her so shes not bothered fdfsdf.
57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?
Cal does the cooking so I feel like he is more focused on what they actually need to get and Edith can put whatever random energy drinks/snacks she wants outside that 💀
ALSO ross u can retcon/add whatever u want
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untitled; ropes. (cal x edith)
2.4k words, nsfw 18+ cal belongs to edith @night-triumphantt 💕
“Too tight?”
She hovers above him, studying Cal’s every move as she secures the bindings on his wrists, ready to stop at even the smallest twitch in his expression. He doesn’t flinch, though. Just shakes his head lightly, deep red eyes focused on her. She ties the last knot quickly enough.
Edith’s lips find his a second later; it’s tentative at first, a feather-like peck on the corner of his mouth (it’s enough to make him shudder). Then a real kiss follows, a proper one, intent yet still gentle. It doesn’t take much to coax his mouth open. Instead he docilely allows her to deepen the kiss, drinking her in as if parched yet unwilling to take more than he’s been offered. If it were up to him, if she ever wished to, he’d let her break his skin and flow through his veins.
She’s soft, too soft as she kisses him— Cal has seen her fangs, seen just how deep her teeth can sink into flesh till bloody, but her mouth is silk and honey and smooth as whiskey whenever she kisses him. Yielding; just like the steel of her eyes whenever they rest on him. The bluntness of it still catches him off guard after all this time.
Cal’s breath hitches once more when she nibbles on his bottom lip, soothing the sting with her tongue. It’s all too intense. Her weight on him as she straddles him, and… 
He pulls on the restraints almost experimentally; like he’s trying to gauge if they’ll hold. They do. The cotton bandages (the ones usually binding Edith’s hands during training) are now expertly wrapped around Cal’s wrists and then the headboard, keeping him in place. He could probably tear himself free, if he really tried. But he only gives another weak yank while Edith kisses him more, a strangled sound escaping him helplessly when he finds himself unable to hold her. 
“Does it hurt?” She pauses, leaning back to get a better look at him. There’s an edge to her tone that he misses as his eyes flutter close in focus, a feeble attempt at calming his panting. But he senses her waiting for an answer, and when words don’t come out he shakes his head. It really doesn’t hurt. 
“I need you to use your words, Cal.” 
He thinks she’s teasing him, at first, enjoying the effect she has on him. But then he sees her, and his heart lurches. Because she’s pleading with him, he realises. 
Edith watches him expectantly, frozen in place, tense as she readies herself to put a stop to all this. She half-expects him to ask her, but would he? Worry hisses and coils in her stomach, and then it vanishes in a single moment, replaced by kindled warmth as Cal flashes a reassuring smile at her.
“I’m alright. Just feeling a bit…”
“Out of control?” She finishes for him when he hesitates, and Cal swallows.
“Mmh.”
Edith lets out a shaky huff, halfway between a sigh and a chuckle. Her head dips to rest on him, lodged between his neck and shoulder (right where his tattoo coils elegantly across his skin, as if marking her place), letting her lips brush against his pulse. It’s strong. Alive.
“Tell me about it,” she murmurs, and he wishes he could look at her and see the frenzy pooling in her eyes. The same frenzy that’s making her voice tremble as she admits darkly, “‘m losing my goddamn mind, here.”
He thinks he gets it, now, why she looked at him so desperately just now, like she was the one unable to move and not the other way around. ‘Out of control’, she said… He does feel quite helpless, tied up as he is. But giving up that control is the whole point, and Cal doesn’t find it in him to feel uneasy. Not when it’s Edith he has to trust; that’s always been rather easy, with his life or anything more.
No, out of the two of them the one struggling the most right now isn’t him. Edith is holding back for his sake, unwilling to ruin what’s most dear to her, Cal realises. Dear. Treasured. Delicate. Never would he think of those words to describe himself, except for when she holds him. Except for when she buries her fingers in his inky hair and kisses down his throat lightly, as she’s doing now. 
That’s what he thinks of as her tongue runs along his jugular, one hand reaching over to rub his tied wrists, and the other placed on his bare chest; right above his heart. And if he is all that she believes, if he is priceless and fragile, he’d let her break him over and over again, as long as it were her hands piecing him together.
But he wouldn’t know how to say all that.
“It’s okay,” he blurts out instead, voice ragged, “You can—” 
He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, choking back the words as she descends on him. At last. It’s her hand that finds him first, touching him in a way that has Cal’s thighs tense, his muscles spasming at the warmth of her palm that so easily seeps through the fabric of his clothes. She thinks herself cold, so why does her skin always burn like this?
“Tell me what you want.” 
An order. But if he could see her face now, he’d know she’s begging.
You. What else could he want? His head feels completely empty, yet buzzing all the same. It’s taking all of his focus not to grind into her touch, a frantic need for more clouding his thoughts. He thinks she asks a second time— he can’t be sure. The dizziness only fades when Edith grasps his chin and tilts it up so he meets her gaze. She’s smiling a bit. That helps.
“Kiss me?” He finally finds his voice again; it comes out as a question, though he’s not sure if he means it that way. She laughs, then. A real laugh, bright and airy, and a fond shake of her head before she takes pity on him and complies.
Everything that happens after, Cal can barely register. He doesn’t notice the button of his pants being undone, or the cool air on his skin; he doesn’t notice his own hips shifting restlessly, or his fingers gripping and pulling at the bindings whenever she grips him in a way that has his back arch beautifully, just like a bowstring. 
All he knows is the taste of her tongue (sugar and lemon), the torment of waiting for more. Her mouth muffles the low whine pulled from him as she strokes him, her grasp firm and blissful and inescapable. My darling, my baby, so perfect… A shameless string of coos washes over him as her head moves lower, each word making the tips of his ears burn hotter. And with every praise she inches closer to his belt, her mouth leaving a trail of bruised prints in its wake. It feels maddening, maddeningly good. He can’t cover his face like this, Cal realises suddenly; and so does Edith, smiling as she drinks in the sight.
And what a sight he is, head thrown back against the pillows, silky strands of hair splayed around him like a halo, the curve of his throat completely exposed. His chest is flushed, rising and falling so frantically. From where she’s nuzzling his stomach, nipping at the flesh right below his navel, Edith watches his lips part in a silent gasp. It turns into a moan when she lowers her head again.
“I love you.” 
How much time has passed? Edith’s voice sounds rougher, almost as if scorched by his heat. The way she says those words so easily while slotted in between his legs, feasting on the most sensitive parts of him… Cal would want to hide if he weren’t so lost, fumbling to chase his high.
“Please,” he twitches under her, trying to keep still, to not bury himself deeper (not that she’d mind) and drown into her.
“Please what?”
The husked taunt almost makes him want to whimper, to cry for mercy. Maybe he will.
“Edith…”
“Anything you want,” she cuts him off before he can, and even in his haze he hears the want barely concealed in her tone. A want to claim that makes her breath taut. “Anything, everything, I’ll give it to you, so just tell me.”
Her voice is nearer, now. Cal’s eyelids flutter open, pure black pupils blown wide as he takes her in, sees the gentleness in her gaze as she leans in to kiss away the tears at the corners of his eyes. He barely hears himself answer, a slurred mumble of pleas that sounds a bit like “…inside you,” but it’s enough for Edith. He only knows she’s freed his hands when he rushes to pull her closer, the force of it startling him more than it does her. She happily responds in kind.
***
A while later he’s lying on her chest, both of them gleaming with sweat, waiting for their breathing to calm down. 
“Good?” She rakes her fingers through his long hair as asks. Her heart still pounds within her ribcage, the sound lulling Cal to peace. There’s a dull, pleasant ache spreading through him; it feels way better than ‘good’.
A quiet hum answers her, and he shifts in her arms to caress her cheek and press a kiss to her temple. 
The contented smile on his face wavers when she catches his hand to stop him; then disappears entirely when he sees her expression.
It confuses him at first, the anger in her eyes. He almost apologises out of reflex— for what, he’s yet to find out. And then he follows her gaze to his wrist, and it clicks. He understands, suddenly, that it’s not anger darkening her face. Fright, maybe. Guilt, definitely. Cal curses inwardly for not having noticed just how carefully she’s been holding his hand, staring at the reddened lines on his skin and rubbing gently at them as if to try and erase the soreness.
“That was too much,” is her only comment, more to herself than him. It sounds almost dejected. He sees her eyes dart from his hand to the rest of him, examining his state in silence. He knows what she sees without having to look down, if only from the way her jaw clenches.
“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry—
His torso, covered in marks from neck to belt, large lovebites blooming dark on his beige skin while the imprint of her teeth is barely starting to fade. There’s scratches on his arms, and more on his back that she can’t see but knows are there. She takes it all in, the criss-cross patterns of old pale scars already peppered on his body, and then the new swollen marks she dared to leave on him. 
Do they sting? She can’t help but wonder. Forgive me.
Cal says something. It takes her a moment to even realise he did, but he patiently waits for her to focus back and look at him before repeating it.
“It doesn’t hurt.” 
He gathers her in his arms, embracing her as tightly as he did earlier.  Dozens of kisses peppered from her jawline to her collarbone, unhurried. She sighs, a bit shakily. 
“You could never hurt me,” he whispers it softly into her hair, firmly enough that she has to believe it. She clings to him, gripping his shoulders.
What a liar. She could hurt him in so many ways, this beautiful man in her arms who can only ever smile at her so brightly; the problem is he’d let her. Probably smile even brighter as she did.
He senses the stillness in her, guesses the train of her thoughts, and it fills him with such sudden grief that he shudders. He doesn’t know, exactly, what possesses him to act next. But he grabs her hand and pushes it down between their bodies where it’s still slick, so she can feel him. Feel the growing hardness against her fingertips, searing and eager to be hers again. The oddly bold action, so at war with the bashfulness tinging Cal’s cheeks, seems to surprise her. But she simply waits. 
“It didn’t hurt.” It didn’t hurt, I liked it. Still can’t bring himself to say that last part aloud.
He says it with such conviction, yet heat rushes to his face. It makes for a lovely view that finally pulls a faint smile from Edith.
“Mmh. Then it’s fine,” she hums after a moment, placing a small kiss to the bridge of his nose, “‘Cause I’m still hungry.” 
He’s about to ask what she feels like and sprint to the kitchen, for just a moment. And then he catches her meaning and sees that grin of hers, that ravenous light in her eyes that tells him he’s the next meal— he can’t stop the rush of excitement that ripples through him at that, and she feels it in her palm before he pulls her flush against him.
She laughs at the impatient look he gives her.
“That’s a good puppy,” she purrs, lips ghosting over his without touching them.
Cal, who seemed about to dive in to kiss her himself a second earlier, sobers a bit at that. 
“Don’t— don’t call me that.” Oh, he’s flustered. So much so that he can barely hide the way he shudders as he turns to the side, hiding his face from her for a moment. 
She doesn’t have it in her to be merciful, though; not when he’s just offered himself so enthusiastically… Her smile only grows wider. His throat bobs nervously as he stares back at her.
“Husband, then.” 
That does it. A weak groan of protest, and then he’s burying his face in the crook of her neck as if he plans to live there, strong arms locked in place around her waist. 
Another laugh shakes her at the ridiculousness of it, of him, and then it softens into something else. Happiness, and disbelief, at how they found such ease despite the world outside this small, bare room. She sighs against his hair, pressing a kiss against the crown of his head that sends pleased shivers down his spine and through his marrow.
“Mine,” she declares, and this time he doesn’t object to the choice of words. Revels in it, even.
Hers.
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sysba · 8 days
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how another day is going (it's 1pm) 😭
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how the day is going (it's 10am)
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sysba · 9 days
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i hope you write (i hope we both write)
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sysba · 11 days
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Finally posting again yayyy
Xelef drawing I’ve been working on for months now lol
Was going to draw him as a vampire but then I kinda didn’t???
vv drawing process vv
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sysba · 11 days
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The Our Life: Beginnings & Always DLCs are on sale for the Steam and Itch.io Spring sales! Discounts range from 25%-30% 💐
Steam Page
Itch.io Page
It may be a summer themed game, but it's still a nice time to get the extra content.
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If i ever dated quest and saw that 2 in 1 shampoo in his bathroom i think i would actually start breathing fire then create a whole ass hair and skin routine for him not MY boyfriend thank you
"Ha ha, okay, okay! Sheesh...." Quest laughs awkardly as you rummage through his bathroom. "Is it really that bad?"
In response, you lean back from the shower and shove a bottle in his face. "This is the ONLY thing in your shower." There it is. The 4-in-1 monstrosity you've had nightmares about.
He cocks his head to the side with a grin. "Nah. I think there's at least one more thing in there."
You turn back to the shower and wave your hands. "Where?? There's not a single-"
Strong arms wrap around your waist and a warm face nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "C'mon, angel. Hop in with me?"
"N-now?"
He kisses your skin. "Mhm."
"...Can I grab some other things first."
He chuckles softly into your ear, his arms hugging you tighter to him.
"I don't think that'll be necessary."
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sysba · 14 days
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Have you seen this girl 💭
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