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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 4 months

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𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔟𝔬𝔴

𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

summary [henry let's you play with bows and you get carried away]

warnings [smut, mouth stuff🎀, bimbo~ish ig, no p in v, pet names, soft dom henry🎀]

being the type of girl you were you loved ribbons and bows. they weren't something you indulged in often as a child, growing up in the country and all, but once you got older you feel in love with them.

you'd put them everywhere, in your hair, on your clothes, there's even some on your walls and others tied around stuffed bears.

Henry had recently gotten you these really cute ribbon bow clips and you were currently sitting beside him putting them in his hair. he's not really paying attention to you, he's used to this kind of treatment and just sat scrolling on his phone. you dropped one of the clips from his hair and in to his lap. as you go to reach for it a thought flashes in your mind. 'can I put a bow on your dick?' you ask your boyfriend after retrieving the clip.

you see the way henry freezes and hurriedly say 'not these, like ribbon' you clear up. he lets out a breath and laugh before looking at you 'I was scared for a sec baby' he says tucking a peice of hair behind your ear making you smile. he returns your smile and leans in for a kiss. 'of course I'll let my pretty girl dress me up' henry says sitting back up with the clips still in his hair.

so excited you jump up and let out a squeal 'omg yay' you scream about to go into you and Henry's shared room for some ribbon. turning to him before you go saying 'don't get hard' which earns you an eye roll as you leave 'you wanna do it or not' he mumbles as your walking but you hear.

in the room your trying to figure out what color ribbon you wanted. you got it down to pink and purple, so you bring them out to henry. 'which one do you want?' you question, you sit beside him on the couch, getting comfortable with your upper half mostly on his lap. 'whatever matches my hair' he says as he scrolls through something.

you go with the pink since he had pink in his hair. unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out your really happy to see the he wasn't hard. it might sound odd but you liked playing with his soft cock. cutting the ribbon to length before throwing everything on to the floor. you start to tie the ribbon at the base of his dick, humming to yourself as henry continued on his phone, you could care less.

looking down at the pretty pink bow you made your so proud in your self. you let out a giggle in excitement and notice the way Henry's cock twitched when you laughed. your mouth begin to water. trying something else you lightly blow making it twitch again.

you mouth became the ocean and you desperatly needed to taste him. opening your mouth and letting droll drip onto the head of his cock before lowering your head and licking it up. 'ohh fuck baby' henry moans out at the unexpected pleasure, finally placing his attention on you.

you take the tip of this cock in your mouth savering the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take his full soft length in. feeling the bow brush against your lips. feeling him swell you come up for air letting out a little whine at the fact that this is the first time he's ever fully fit in your mouth, and it's because hes never let you suck it soft. and it's not gonna last much longer, but you'll enjoy having him in your mouth either way.

looking up to meet his gaze he grips your jaw and squeezes your cheecks together. sticking out your tounge he roughly brings you up for a sloppy kiss, gripping the back of your scalp. he breaks the kiss to leave kisses all over your face before letting you go back down to his cock, which is now fully hard.

bow intact.

you lick from the base to the tip repetadly. bringing your focus more to the head of his cock you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls. 'fuck baby you know daddy likes that' he moans out as his hips buck forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a little before you adjust to it returning to your pace.

henry looks down to the ungodly display infornt of him. you desperatly sucking his cock, pretty hands playing with his balls with a pretty pink ribbon rapped around his cock, your eyes are watery, the floor beneath you full of droll and pre cum. your looking up to him eyes glossed over moaning every so often telling him just how much you love his cock.

'ahh- fuckk, baby im gonna cum' he moaned out. forcing the rest of his cock into your moth and down your throat henry couldn't hold back any longer. his cum being forced down your throat and falling from the sides of your mouth around his cock getting your bow all dirty. removing him from your mouth with a giggle and a smile so happy that you grew into loving bows.

[a/n: this randomly came to me and I wrote it right away so if it's bad blame it on that. 🎀]

#henry cavill #clark kent #bimbo reader #black fanfic writer #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x black reader #x black fem reader #clark kent x reader #henry cavill smut #bd/sm kink #bd/sm daddy #smut #clark kent smut #coquette #girlblogging #daddy's good girl

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lovexdeepspace · 2 months

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birthday celebration | rafayel

summary - rafayel knew the perfect way to repay you for all that you had done for his birthday

warnings - absolutely none save for the fact of how self-indulgent this is

note - i'm a raf girly til the end and with my birthday being the day after his plus the cute little birthday stuff in-game, this was a must. after this, i will start working on the many lovely requests i've been sent! it's such an honor to have been welcomed so warmly into the community!! <3

!! divider by @cafekitsune !!

"rafayel, where are we going?"

with his hands covering your eyes, you were helpless as he led you down what could only be described as a beaten path given how many times you almost tripped. as if you questioning his plans gave any indication you could see, he tightened his hold.

"for the third time now, it's a surprise," he stressed, tapping your temples with his thumbs. "don't you trust me?"

you chuckled and replied, "well, seeing as this whole escapade started because you faked an emergency to get me to rush over, not really."

your smile grew when you heard rafayel huff behind you and you could just imagine the way his cheeks were puffed out.

"it's all part of my plan! you'll see," he retorted, directing you to the right and muttering, "there was a rock."

you laughed and reached up, gently patting his hands. "alright, alright, i trust you. though i hope you know i've got the slightest inclination on what this excursion is for."

"i'd be more concerned if you didn't, honestly," rafayel shot back, suddenly stopping. "i'm gonna take my hands away so close your eyes. don't open them until i say so, got it?"

you nodded, shutting your eyes as asked. you felt rafayel slowly peel his hands away from your face, then take them back as soon as he was sure your eyes were shut. excitement coursed through you as you heard hurried footsteps go from behind you to in front of you, then a bit of a ways away.

"raf?" you called out after a moment, brows furrowing as you grew slightly impatient.

"alright, alright, open your eyes!"

blinking a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight, you gasped when you were able to make out the sight of an elaborate picnic set up overlooking the most picturesque field of flowers you'd ever seen. sitting atop a checkered blanket you recognized from rafayel's studio sat an array of your favorite foods, two glasses, an expensive looking bottle of wine, and the man himself, grinning with his arms spread.

"well? what do ya think?" he asked, extending a hand for you to take. as soon as you got over the initial shock you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you down next to him. "i found this spot months ago, right before i met you. i was at a real low in creativity and other aspects in life but this view sparked such a vivid inspiration that i thought nothing could rival it."

as he spoke you drank in the scenery, in complete awe of such raw beauty. hues of red, blue, yellow, and green stretched as far as the eye could see, illuminated by the early afternoon sun. you didn't dare pry your eyes away from such a sight, even as rafayel dropped his head to your shoulder.

"how wrong i was," he continued, his fingers lacing between yours. "it was as if the world said 'hold my beer, i got this'. then, bam, you appeared a couple days later! now all sights come second to the one i've got sitting right next to me."

with an embarrassed chuckle you give his hand a loving squeeze, resting your cheek atop his head. with his free hand, rafayel reached behind him and grabbed a small box. he toyed with the ribbon for a second before putting it in your lap gently.

"happy birthday, my love," he whispered, gesturing to the box. you used your free hand to untie the box, opening it to reveal a sole cupcake adorned with red-yellow buttercream and a beautiful gold-pink pearl crowning it. "you always know how to make me feel so special and i can only hope that this—" he gestured to the cupcake, then to the picnic, then the field, "—shows you how much i appreciate you."

#rafayel #love and deepspace #lads rafayel #rafayel x reader

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dwindlinghaze · 11 months

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remus lupin x girly!reader head canons

contents : just fluff !

a/n : this is absolutely self indulgent but we need to create more readers that are girly and feminine and loves wearing dresses and pink stuff so yeah.... here i am for all of the girl's girl out there!!!

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first of all- he would love your style and preferences so much!

he would pick and chose your outfits to wear when you guys are hanging out !!!!

"is this a new cardigan?" "it is! do you like it?" "when have i not like a thing you like"

he truly believes that girls and women can be powerful in dresses and ribbons. you don't have to wear a suit or be manly to have control. embracing what you truly are is the most valuable thing anyone could ever do.

he loves your hair and the way you style it; sometimes in a half up half down with a ribbon tying it in place. or clipping them on the side of your head so your front hairs don't cover up your vision. he adores it when you wear headbands (although it hurts sometimes for me :()because you look so soft and feminine and pretty <3

jewelry. omg he would buy you jewelries !!! it doesn't have to be expensive, if it screams your name then he is buying it.

when you put on your pretty dresses he would be all over you!!!

"you look so cute in this dress, i wanna kiss"

when you get excited, you would squeeze your hands in front of your neck area while smiling so big and that sight could simply melt remus' heart !!!!

sometimes you would hold one of his hand while doing it and he would pull you close to him :(

picnic dates and he is making a small flower bouquet filled with pink and white flowers

he runs his fingers through your hair!! when he comforts you, when you guys are hugging, when you guys are studying and you asked him a question as you lean to him, and moree

sirius- being the pro hairstylist he is would try styling your hair because it's much longer than his and he wants to style someone else's hair since remus and james and peter refused

and remus would sit behind you beside sirius, making sure he's not hurting anything

he's like 'iS he HuRtINg YoUr scALp?"

and when it's done, he'd thank sirius for making your hair looks so pretty

he would absolutely keep a pink sweater in his bag for you in case you're cold <3

cheek & forehead kisses>>>>

after a while of dating, he's sure you're his permanent home.

no matter where he is, just the thought of you makes him feel at ease.

he sometimes feels like you deserve so much better than him </3

but you love him so much and no matter how many bad things he says about himself, you would shut him up with your soft kisses

remus would take care of himself more, following your steps

and oh did i mention him loving your style? like-there is no shame in being feminine and he def would encourage you to be who you are and dress however you like !!!!!

hates the stigma society created that views femininity with a negative connotation

rem gets jealous but not often because you know his insecurities so whenever someone is trying to flirt with you, you just go away and glue yourself to remus instead

if you have more ideas, please don't be afraid to send them in!!! i will make a short blurb with it :)

#x reader #character x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin fic #girly reader #feminine reader

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cherrycudy · 2 years

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"Look at me while I fuck you"

Ft. Pantalone, Ayato, Dottore

NSFW - fem!reader, roleplay, lube play, BDSM, bondage, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, orgy, mirror fucking, dubcon, hypnosis, reader is a massive sub in this part

Note - part 2 of this smut headcanons series, sorry in advance if this sucks! MDNI

Part 1

Pantalone

Where do we start with the 9th Fatui harbinger? It's no surprise that he is the dominant one in the relationship, especially in the bedroom. He makes sure of it that's for sure

He oh so adores your body, the sight of your skin peppered in marks and hickeys makes this busy man more than satisfied. He also makes sure that everyone knows that you belong to him.

He showers you with gifts full of skimpy clothing to wear in the bedroom, a full on lingerie/latex clothing, clothing so tight, it exposes much of your skin, and to top it off, a gorgeous collar and leash with his name on it, marking you as his property

The thought of breaking you is now engraved into his everyday thoughts. Making you his unworthy, slutty pet. His whore. He could always feel his pants tighten to the thought

He wants to break you. Destroy your mind to the point that his cock and only him is carved into your head. He'll whip you if you misbehave, wearing the same lopsided smile of his while he does it, but his eyes tell a different story. A big fan of BDSM

Also loves LOVES lube. He loves covering your body and ass in lube, the way the clear liquid luminates your body, loves the easy entry and false hope he'll give you before he rails you till the morning, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold back at the sight

He is the biggest on eye contact while he stuffs his fat cock into you, hitting your cevrix with each heavy thrust, he'll always make sure you look at him, always.

A mixture of lube and sweat dripped from your figure, Pantalone left you hanging with each flick of his tip near your entrance. You were binded in ropes, and cuffed with ribbons, ass up, face down, with lube luminating your ass. The collar around your neck only got tighter as he pulled on the leash.

"Now now dear, no need to rush it..."

You try to respond, plead and beg for more, but only to be cut off with a harsh yank, making you suddenly gag.

"Enlighten me, who gave you permission to talk back?"

You were silenced. The only way to get what you want was to be quiet. Your only a dog to him after all. And good dogs must be rewarded for their good deeds.

A hard slap can be echoing the room, as he smacked your ass. Things were just about to get started.

He inserts two digits into your tight wet cunt, playing around with the tight walls, earning a moan from you which you tried to suppress.

"Already this wet? Tsk. I'll get to that, but first, I'd like to indulge in your pretty mouth, darling"

Watching as he slowly makes his way in front of you, you open your mouth like an eager puppy, giving him those sad innocent eyes, and just like that, you got him.

He wastes not a moment longer as he pushed his whole member into your mouth, feeling the walls of your throat struggle to comfortably squeeze around him. You let out a gasp as you quickly try and compose your self for the journey that awaits you. Without warning, he begins his semi-fast pace, seeing your eyes water from your reflexes, he couldn't wait till he had fucked your brains out until your only thinking about his cock.

You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fastens the pace, you could swear you were going cross-eyed from the pleasure. You eagerly wanted to play with yourself, landing a hand on your sensitive clit, only to be smacked away.

"Did I give you permission to play with yourself?" He cooed in a sadistic manner, wearing the same lighthearted smile, but you can tell it was telling a different story. He had forbid you from pleasuring yourself, so you focused on him more, painfully ignoring the growing heat you needed in your sex.

You struggled breathe, only to gasp for air when the chance arrives, Pantalone shows no mercy, at least not yet.

You could feel that he is close as his thrusts become harder rather than faster, but still at a pace that doesn't allow you to breathe, only suffocate on his fat cock. Finally, you feel him release into your abused throat, pouring out of your mouth as he removes himself.

You struggle to gasp for air as you were forced to swallow all of his seed back down. Finally, you were given your reward, at least, that's what you thought.

"Ahh I know what your thinking dear, you want me to fuck you mindless right? I'm afraid your performance was only satisfactory... But, how could I say no to those eyes, huh?

This was going to be a long and busy night for you.

Ayato

Who would think, that the heir of the Kamisato clan, the steady and hardworking commisioner would be such a dirty man? Is the most risky person to ever have sex and he has no shame in it.

Huge on voyeurism. Nothing gets this man going than fucking you in public. He has done it many many times with you. He's done it in his office, out at a restaurant and somehow, in front of Thoma, with the both of you almost getting caught. If you try to object his proposal, he'll only get more turned on, it's better if you stay quiet

Absolutely loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you, and that he will show you. Loves to see your tears run down your face while he rails you on the bathroom counter, making you look at him and yourself in the mirror.

His hands will always be placed somewhere on you, your waist, your neck, your ass you name it. He's more touchy than you'd think for a man so sophisticated like himself

Something he is very open and willing to try with you is shibari (Japanese bondage art). He believes it is a creative way to express the human body, but also wants to see you in gorgeous, tight red ropes hugging your figure so perfectly, you won't be able to stop him

Cream pies are everything to him. He wants to breed, make a baby, a new heir with you, he'll fuck you until you can't hold anymore of his seed. He'll put you into a mating press to feel how full you are. What a disgusting man for a noble.

A strong hand wrapped around your mouth, muting what may have been audible moans from passer bys.

"Quiet now my love, someone might here us" he cooed. He had taken you there and then in your shared bathroom, on the sink counter in front of a gorgeous mirror, where you can see him fuck you.

"I want to show you how well I can please you, my dear" he said with a sadistic ring to it. You can see his eyes darken as he picks up the pace, a devilish smile forming on his features. One hand squeezing your tit and playing with the sensitive bud, while the other is on your mouth, with two digits inserted to keep you quiet.

"A-ahh, more" you couldn't help it, Ayato had a strange way of looking so fucking hot while he was railing you from behind, of course you couldn't help but moan to the sight. With a pleased smile, Ayato gave you an back arching pace. He could watch you bend to him in more than just one angle now, seeing your deranged form because of him, the sight could turn him on over and over again.

A knot formed in your stomach, threatening to come out, you were so close, but ayato slowed his pace. Confused, you tilt your head to look at him, only for your head to be forced back to face the mirror by his hand.

"I want you to watch yourself cum" he commanded. You respond with a pleading nod as he held your head in place of the mirror, picking up the original, back arching pace.

His free hand moved down to your throbbing clit, which he eagerly rubs pleasurable circles to reach your climax.

With a final moan, the two of you cum onto each other, you could feel Ayato's hot semen fill your womb before sliding out satisfyingly.

He grabbed you and kissed you passionately, fingering the remaining seed back into you.

"How about we finish this in our bedroom, shall we?"

Dottore

The doctor is a curious man. Knowledgeable in almost anything you can imagine. A genius, and a sadist. Sex to him is nothing more than an experiment. To him, he wants to see the results and compare the results everytime you have sex with him. He wants to test your limits

Extremely experimental, he'll try anything on you to create the perfect outcome. He'll take note of your likes and dislikes, even recording how many time you can orgasm before passing out.

He'll always find something new to play with during sex. He's an unpredictable man, but he gives you what you want, as long as you test positive for your results. He believes he can give you the best of the best by seeing past outcomes on what gave you the most orgasms. Very calculative, it gets annoying.

Sometimes, he'll test you out on a couple of his prosthesis. He notes which ones fucks you the best. It's his special way of edging while he watches 'himself' fuck you.

He'll even get multiple to gang up on you. Some of the prosthesis are more vanilla, some gang up on your pussy to see how many of them you can hold. And depending on what you loved, he'll keep those prosthesis and dispose of the ones that pleasured you the least. He wants your pleasure to be perfect

Loves to tie your hands up to make you feel helpless while he stuffs his cock into you. Seeing tears while you struggle to breathe and choke on a gag. Nothing gives him more pleasure than comparing you as a lab rat: meant to be tortured and experimented on

"So pretty..." One of the prosthesis cooed. You have forgotten how many of his clones have fucked you. Your mind was empty, only focusing on the three men ganging up on you, while your real boyfriend sits and watches the sight, a clipboard in hand and a shit eating grin.

This was the most insane "experiment" he has done to you, his prosthesis we're all over the place, you laid on one of their backs while another was on top of you, both of them burying their fat cocks into your pussy at different speeds, it made you want to cry, scream, shout, anything, but the final prosthesis stopped you as he stuffed his heavy cock into your throat like a cheap fleshlight.

"Are you enjoying yourself, dear?"

Your boyfriend questioned, as if he was expecting an answer from you when your mouth was stuffed full off his clones dick. He could see your heated face, eyes rolling back from pleasure, but the tears running down your cheeks telling a different story. Dottore sits back and sighs, he's satisfied with this batch of prosthesis fucking you stupid.

Suddenly, the prosthesis pick up the pace, destroying your sad little pussy even more, and with each thrust, you could feel your clit get stimulated from the sudden contact and stretch of the two dicks in you. Dottore could feel the pre run out of his pants, he's edging himself stupid. Heavy balls slap your ass and face with each quick and strong thrust they make, you can feel yourself getting close.

"Mmmph!"

You let out a sudden moan as you cum on their cocks, you swear you could see stars. You felt their thick seed fill you up and spilling out of your mouth and pussy. The high only lasted a few seconds as Dottore dismissed them, walking closer to your once proper self that was now broken and tired by his clones and covered in their seed. He took In the gorgeous sight, a devilish grin forming on his face.

"I'm afraid we're not done yet my dear, we still have me to fully satisfy..."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #ayato smut #ayato x reader #dottore #fatui x reader #fatui smut #genshin x female reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone smut

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neonponders · 1 year

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Okay so I did a thing. @passivenovember made an excellent post on twitter about kindergarten teacher!Steve and I indulged.

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The first day of school should have been the red flag. Day One of kindergarten was technically a half-day, because the little ones might find their first day of school to be overwhelming. It was a fifty-fifty chance that a student had done preschool before kindergarten, so the day was only from 8am to noon.

Steve had been doing this job for long enough that he had developed a good eye for which kids would be problematic. It was never indicated by the children, themselves.

It was the parents.

The first day of school was an unofficial parent-teacher conference, with Steve meeting every parent and introducing himself and his classroom to them. Plenty of parents were sweet as could be and profusely grateful, because they had been waiting four or five years for this day: the day they’d finally get to have more hours to themselves. Hours for self-care. Hours at their workplace to make better money. An overall passing of the baton to someone else to raise their kid.

As for the kids themselves, they were easy to read in regards to who’d been in daycare or not. They were either very social or immediately minded their own business. The kids who looked around like they were lost were where he devoted the most of his time on the first day.

Lila Hargrove was one of the latter. She walked in, holding her dad’s hand next to her head while the other fiddled close to her mouth. She didn’t suck her thumb, but she seemed to be thinking about it.

Steve stood up from where he crouched next to a table, getting the others settled and extended a hand. “Good morning! I’m Steve Harrington.”

The father was able to shake his hand since he carried his daughter’s purple backpack on one shoulder. “Billy Hargrove. This is my cupcake, Lila."

Hearing her name, her head jerked up, but Steve smoothly knelt on one knee for her level. “Hi, Lila. I’m Mr. Steve. What’s your favorite thing to do?”

He liked giving the kids options on the first day. Coloring? Reading? Blocks? Anything to help them establish a comfort level with the room.

Lila hesitated for a long moment, long enough for Steve to almost stand back up to address her father, but she murmured, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured. There was nothing wrong with being shy or anxious. Usually mothers or both parents brought their kids in for the big day. A dad on his own…Hargrove was hardly the first, but they were always a bit special. “I made a present for everyone on their first day. Do you and your daddy want to open it together?”

She sure did, looking up at her father with the most hopeful expression, it made Steve’s heart pinch. Billy smiled down at her but prompted, “I see name plates.”

Steve guided them through the room with a brief glance at his other students to make sure they were behaving and occupied. He’d gathered them in one spot, but for lessons, they’d sit in their designated seating arrangement. Pulling out Lila’s chair for her, he explained, “I folded construction paper for everyone’s name plate. One of your first projects, Lila, will be decorating yours. After that, I’ll have them laminated so you can collect stickers on it throughout the year.”

Lila’s name stood on a table in the corner of the room. The nook was framed by cubic shelves and hooks mounted on the walls, which also had names over them: less glamorous marker written on masking tape. Colorful backpacks featuring action figures already hung from some of the hooks. Hargrove took his daughter’s backpack off and set it on her table. “Everything on the school supply list is in here.”

“Great!” Steve said as he took a box bound up with ribbon from one of the shelves. “I try to supply some of the stuff myself, but the school always gives out the same list. Do you want to do the honors?”

Again, Lila looked to her father. Disciplined, Steve wondered in the back of his mind, but the alert didn’t go off in his head. Far from it, he smiled as Hargrove knelt beside her chair and pinched one end of the ribbon bow.

“One? Two…” he counted, and the smile that his daughter blossomed with gave Steve a wave of relief; both in the comfort she had with her father as well as a knowledge of numbers. She took the other ribbon tail and they pulled on three. Lila whipped off the box lid to reveal a small stuffed lion, a Lego block the size of her hand, and a box of glitter crayons.

Hargrove pulled out the soft lion and poised it on the table that she’d be sharing with three other students. “Well, look at him. Does he have a name?”

Steve opened his mouth to prompt Lila to name him, but she piped, “Panthera leo! Like daddy!”

Steve’s mouth froze open around a, “Huh?”

Hargrove grinned as his daughter shoved her hand into his dark blond hair, and then ruffled the lion’s mane. Then he looked up at Steve. “The lion was a good choice. She loves animals right now. She only knows like six, but that includes their Latin name.”

“I…’ve never met a kid who knew Latin,” Steve recovered. “I have a confession, though. The lion and crayons are for you, Lila, but the block is for me. I like for all my kids to write their names on a block so I can build something with them at the end of the year.”

Hargrove’s eyes immediately swept up to the Lego sculptures on top of the arts and crafts cabinets. A small smile ghosted over his face, but he didn’t point them out to his daughter. “Lila can write most of her name but struggles a little with round letters.”

“That’s okay. We do a lot of practice with writing. The block is a promise: I’ll keep it safe for you, and you’ll be able to write your name and help me build something in the spring. How’s that sound?”

Whether or not parents understood the promise didn’t really matter. It was always worth it by the end of the year to remind the kids of their first presents, and seeing their excitement at such a long awaited activity.

Hargrove got it, though. “You play the long game.”

Steve looked up and smiled, only to face the full brunt of Billy Hargrove’s gaze. Attractive was an understatement. Water blue eyes pinned Steve in place, a chiseled jaw but full cheeks giving the man a stop-traffic appeal as well as an approachable softness. His short hair was long enough to imply that he was due for a haircut or in between styles; the broken and wonky curls had been haphazardly shoved to one side of his head. The man wore an ironed button-up, but his shoes gave him away: dirty black Converse with ombré pink and purple shoelaces.

Steve responded on autopilot. “Delayed gratification can be a doozy. Might as well make it fun.”

Hargrove didn’t really answer. He just sort of nodded and returned his attention to his daughter.

Lila Hargrove was a good girl. She loved animals, showed an early propensity for math, and carried the collective sweetness, observation, and behavior skills that teachers longed for.

Billy Hargrove was a red flag. He exhibited over-protective, analytical habits alongside a bizarre talent for filling every minute of Steve’s time when he wasn’t directly managing the kids or other parents coming and going.

Going, being the key word.

Hargrove stayed at the school all the way until noon. Then he donned the purple backpack and carried his daughter out, encouraging her tiny fists into the air for completing her first day.

“Donalds! M’Donalds!” she chanted.

Some time later, as Steve cleaned his classroom, vacuuming the reading time rugs, disinfecting each table, and tagging each Lego block with another masking tape label—so nobody had a crisis in May like, “But my block was Blue in August! Why’s it yellow now?”—a knock sounded on his doorframe.

Steve looked up, prompting Billy Hargrove to stroll in with a familiar paper bag. “Delivery for Mr. Steve. One Oreo McFlurry with a medium fry.”

Steve leaned back in his seat. He’d been standing for most of the morning, he couldn’t be bothered anymore. “Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Are you lactose intolerant?”

“No?”

“Then it’s my pleasure,” he said with finality, giving the bag a shove to be a few inches closer to Steve. With the smell permeating the room, he couldn’t say no.

He asked while unpacking the bag, “Where’s Lila?”

“Her dance class. My P.A.’s got her while I get some work done. I just wanted to say thanks for catering today for the kids.”

Steve used the time to bite through four fries at once while he formulated an answer. This guy’s got a personal assistant?

“I’m happy to. Their first day in here is kind of the first day of the rest of their lives. It’s my job to help them feel safe and confident in here.”

A smile twitched on Hargrove’s face. “You’re playing nice, but I did notice the other parents leaving their kids in your hands.”

Steve allowed himself a harmless glare. “I can deal with a helicopter dad for a few hours. But after today, it won’t be up to me.”

The man held up a hand as if to gently move that aside. “I won’t need the principal escorting me out. I’m too busy to be here all day, anyhow. I just needed the full measure of the person who would be here with my girl.”

Steve looked up with the massive McFlurry spoon in his mouth. “Anph?”

Billy’s stoic bravado visibly dented as a laugh blurt out of him. “And you’re all right. But if my kid comes home crying, you might not be.”

Steve let exactly what he thought about being threatened ripple under his features as they steeled into what his best friend called, “Customer Service Harrington.”

And yet…he felt pinned in place again...because Billy’s eyes flashed, his expression opening as if he were intrigued—excited—by pissing Steve off. The spark settled as quickly as it manifested, making Steve wonder if he’d imagined it.

“The kids go home everyday with a progress folder. You’ll have my notes on the hottest kindergarten gossip.”

Billy laughed breathily, but it wasn’t as real as the rest of his emotive gestures. He lightly slapped the surface of the desk and dragged his hand away as he pivoted toward the door. “I’m looking forward to it, Harrington.”

#harringrove #teacher!steve #kindergarten teacher!steve #passivenovember #neonponders #😘#i hope it doesn't suck lol #ficlet

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llolianarchives · 10 months

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RAMSHACKLE DORM HEADCANONS (REVISED)

Our little home is not appreciated enough so I shall take matters onto my own hands and spread self-indulgent ideas 😤😤😤 Behold! PS: I made something like this before so this is like a revised version.

“UNCLE” GHOSTS

The Ramshackle Ghosts were each given personal names by the Prefect, corresponding to the ghost's existing letter.

This was done after Yuu got tired of calling them Ghost [insert letter of the alphabet] all of the time, whilst also adding to their individuality.

Why did the Prefect have to give them names? Don't they have names of their own? Well, they used to when they were still a part of the living. The ghosts still remember who they were and what they excelled at (such as being a chef or a magift player) but they cannot claim namesakes or identities as their own when they're already dead unless you harbored much significance when you were alive, recorded in history to not be forgotten such as Eliza.

"Ghost A" is now "Archie" — very rough and tumble. He is a ball of ferocious, mischievous energy enough to rival Grim's own. Despite his size, Archie is quite the fighter. His first reaction to the Prefect's problems is to suggest that they duke it out headfirst! But in truth, he is plenty caring and easily fusses over Yuu and Grim's physical health (complete with dark humor). He teaches the duo sports whenever the opportunity arises. His extreme head ruffles are the silliest things.

"Ghost B" is now "Bernard or Bernie" — who's full of joy and fun (maybe that's why he's so plump). He's always ready with a joke to brighten Yuu's mood, always eager to please Yuu and Grim by pampering them with already-in-the-house gifts or food. Spooky mischief is his favorite pastime. Yuu believes that he gives the best hugs and cooks the best food.

"Ghost C" is now "Clyde" — who's generally a very laid-back and lax individual. Among the three, he's one of the wiser ghosts, always willing to set aside his tomfoolery for a heart-to-heart conversation with Yuu, giving advice and being an open ear. However, he still is, of course, a lover of mischief and spooks. (Note: Do not accept the “therapeutic” cigarettes he offers.)

The Ghosts are skilled at sewing clothes of their own (hence their tailored hats and capes). They were the ones who made Yuu and Grim's Halloween costumes, but they've also helped Yuu expand their wardrobe by using extra textiles and fabrics. The ghosts sew ribbons for Grim as well (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

They love oldies music. Stuff like ABBA, Don McLean, Micheal Jackson, Queen, John Lennon, The Smiths, Air Supply, The Carpenters— you name it!

They can also shift their voice into an exponentially low range, similar to Alto, Bass, and Baritone. Every now and then, they comically break into a chorus for fun.

RAMSHACKLE BUILDING

Prior to the building's renovation post-VDC, 70% of its rooms were either barricaded still, or very unclean. Yuu and Grim, themselves, had yet to fully explore their dorm in fear of collapsing wood, nesting bugs, or hidden rats— things that they didn't want to deal with if they could help it.

A garden stands in the dormitory's yard, by the farther side of it. Yuu had taken up gardening sometime after BOOK 1. They discussed with Grim that walking back and forth to the canteen wasn't very efficient. It started small and expanded into bearing vegetables and fruits. Eventually, the prefect built an arch trellis for the vines to grow, bringing the whole look together. (Note: While the produce their garden grows does give them the opportunity to cook/ bake at home, their inventory still wouldn't last the entirety of the winter holidays. It also wouldn't be efficient to eat the same meals over and over.)

Birds like common sparrows, crows, and ravens tend to perch or nest on Ramshackle's barren trees. They're such a regular sight that Grim and Yuu have stopped trying to drive them away, instead welcoming them into the property.

Ramshackle, while seemingly unimpressive at first, does wield an aura of unease once you're indoors. When you're wandering the halls by yourself, it oddly feels as if you're being watched... Something vague might've peeked out from a corner. Or, did that painting just glance at you? It totally did. Are you mad? This feeling is increased tenfold in the evenings. Yuu and Grim were disturbed by this initially, but have come to accept it as the house's second nature. Ace, Deuce, and the VDC boys were also victims of this phenomenon.

THE GREAT GRIM: ARCHMAGE EXTRAORDINAIRE!!!

When Yuu and Grim first began cohabiting in Ramshackle Dorm, the Prefect had given him an intense cat bath to wash away any grime, tangled-up fur, or Seven forbid... fleas.

Grim sleeps with Yuu on the bed but doesn't use the blankets, instead opting to curl up beside his henchman or lie flat on Yuu's stomach (much to their annoyance and Grim's amusement).

He pouts when Yuu is away for too long, concern and loneliness crawling underneath his skin because how dare his henchman leave their boss like this?!

Despite how much he complains about housework, gardening, maintenance, and such, he still tries his best to help out whenever Yuu works. It actually ends up being rather fun though.

MISCELLANEOUS

The Headmage occasionally comes over for tea and chats with a box of whatever snacks he's managed to grab. Usually, however, it's only because Crowley has another heinous assignment for the Ramshackle Duo.

#ramshackle's like a second home to me<3 #i mean the vibes are just vibey #and so are the inhabitants! 🥺🥺🥺#twisted wonderland #twst #ramshackle dorm #ramshackle ghosts #grim twisted wonderland #twst yuu #headcanon #canon?-yeah-in-my-heart

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 11 months

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more self-indulgence!!

one part headcanons one part this is just how they are in my AU probably—uh... watching a parade? idk actually. i just. drew them.

because... i felt like it.... there are still missing characters because spider-man has five million supporting characters which is truly both a blessing and a curse (also like, i didn't include any foes or villains lmao but rest assured at least two of peter's rogues are queer...)

i decided this is like 2019 or something for?? no real reason other than i guess a lot of the adults finally being out or whatever... idk... that would make peter and his friends around 30-32 on average (well no felicia would be like 34) so still youngish but also definitely Adults™...

the kids are meant to be late teens early 20s but drawing that very specific age group is like, way difficult... also all the youths are short compared to peter's friend group of exclusively 5'9" to 6' people XD (well gwen and harry are shorter so i guess it's fine XD)

some of these are more firm than others. like. should randy be straight? i dunno. is aunt may straight or are all the alive parkers bisexual lmao? idk. what about literally all of the teenagers except andi? i have no clue and a lot of the stuff with them is waaaay later and I am not anywhere close to, so i just put them all in rainbows cause why not! but i do think janine is a token heterosexual in this instance lmao—see, not ALL of my AU versions of characters are queer, just most of them

also i'm going to put a few close-ups/crops below the cut just because it's hard to see them in the lineup without zooming in or w/e

obviously felicia and peter are bisexual and flash is... probably also bi? but i'm really still not sure... but she is trans :) and they're probably poly together but even after writing man-spider i'm genuinely... not actually sure if felicia is peter and flash's girlfriend or not 😂 they've got SOMETHING going on with the three of them but what it is, idk... i think peter is definitely polyamorous regardless, it's just a question of whether their relationship is or not.

red and blue hearts on peter's cheek technically poly but double as spider-man LMAO—plus earplugs cause pride is loud…

obviously felicia's also into leather and bdsm and stuff (and so is peter...) so i included some little hints of that... but didn't bother including any of the kink flags cause there's only so much i can fit tbh a collar works well enough.

i made his tie teal satin because of the teal ribbon for sexual assault awareness. but just a hint, cause i don't think he would be comfortable being public about that. he's out and proud as a bi jewish dude with a trans wife but he's really not out about being a survivor to anyone except a few very close and trusted friends/family. similar for kaine. so a teal necktie is just something for him. he's been through a lot in his life but he's happy 🙂

anyway i think i made flash's hair shorter than it's supposed to be here but it's fine, maybe she got a trim or something

supportive aunts!! i already established like 3 years ago or something in some offhand line that MJ's aunt is an Eccentric Lesbian (huh wonder where she got that from—) so i'm sticking with the lesbian spinster aunt there. I don't know about Aunt May though. I always kind of waffled there on whether she's like straight, or bi... cause I like the thought of old ladies in love. I think maybe they have some kind of queerplatonic thing going on or something... either way she is proud of her boy :>

MJ I never know so I just go with the umbrella—she's Queer. What kind? Gender? Sexuality? Yes, (relatable)

What matters is that she is always Glamorous.

i don't have any deep reason for making Glory bi, i just thought it would be fun, and also cause I like Glory/MJ... they are so fun... they compliment each other so much... I know that can be a just straight gal pals thing but listen, i like it

Gwen is the lesbian who's a teeny tiny bit bisexual but mostly into women. Also: not dead. lmao.

Harry is 100% gay (and divorced) but I still don't know when/if he ever comes out. Liz will def be out as a lesbian by the late 20-teens though cause I think she starts exploring her sexuality w/in 3-4 years after she and harry get divorced... also cause i thought it would be funny if liz and lily (who i did not draw) hooked up LOL

i didn't draw the babies because i ran out of steam for that but they would be... what... i think normie might actually be in like 5th grade or something at this point now that i think about it... stanley would be like... 5 though

Hobie is bisexual almost entirely because when I read the newspaper strip and the prowler showed up, he and Peter were giving me Flirtation Vibes so he is bi, and also punk because I enjoy the aesthetic Spider-Punk has going on, so even though that's not going to be a thing in this universe, I still like to make some little nods to it. also it just feels like a fun combo. he's a kind of alt guy, he's not very straight, he's not very normal, he's had issues in his life trying to figure out who he wants to be... it feels like it just fits well... i like it

he gets MORE punk AFTER college and shaves half his head etc. (instead of having his twist-out), which is funny to me but you know, it takes time to figure shit out sometimes... i didn't draw his girlfriend Mindy (wife? idk if/when they get married in this AU...) cause like i said, omg, so many people to draw... also idk if she's like, straight or what. probably? there's gotta be SOME straight people XD how does she feel about hobie's fro-hawk...? hmm

ah, cain and abel ben (and janine)

Ben is bisexual... like Peter. They both prefer women to some extent, but they have slightly different tastes (...well maybe not SO different) and Ben is more uh, subby? LOL—at least with Janine. Switchy. Unlike Peter, Ben has/had? a crush on Robbie LMAO but that's more of a like, mentor/mentee admiration kind of thing... not like a "i wanna make out with you" situation. Robbie is far too old for him. and also happily married.

In my notes I have that Ben was ofc also abused by Warren but a lot of his was medical and psychological (some physical as well), but... i would think there is an undercurrent of medical sexual abuse there nonetheless esp as much of this w/ warren hinges on sexual power dynamics and control, but i won't get into that here as it's partly still being developed and I don't want to get TOO heavy on this post lol

Kaine is, like I mentioned, a little complex and i'm not 100% sure about (also aracely painted his nails) I think that he's ~bi/pan in general? but maybe not? could be only into men? or not into anyone at all. but the thing about Kaine in this universe is that he's got a difficult relationship with sex and sexuality because of what he was put through by Warren, so while I don't necessarily think he's asexual I do think in this universe he's a little bit sex-averse or sex-repulsed and has a difficult time dealing with that stuff. He also just really desperately wants to be loved and he doesn't care who as long as it's someone, which is toxic in a lot of ways i think... being around Aracely would imo help him a lot in coming to terms with having like, normal, platonic, non-sexual, non-romantic, healthy (or at least healthier) interpersonal relationships, and understanding things like that... idk where he's at by 2019 though, mental health-wise... but yeah i wasn't really sure what colors or patterns to put on his clothes so i went with the dark purple and gray tones since they are the kind of common recurring colors on a lot of ace-spec flags including repulsion and related stuff.

as a sidenote as someone who has a kind of aro and ??? relationship w/ my own bisexuality etc. (idk if i consider myself ace necessarily but it's not totally irrelevant) i also don't want to like, Just Make Him Ace because trauma (but obv betty is aro at least) cause it's not that simple etc etc etc but also there absolutely are people who consider themselves asexual from trauma or for whom it's informed by trauma (though trauma would inform any aspect of interpersonal relationships, of course, and for kaine it does)... idk idk kaine is always like, much to think about for me. He's def not like... "normal" in the eyes of cishet patriarchal culturally christian society. I mean he's disabled for one thing,

ofc peter has many similar traumas esp after meeting kaine and HE'S def not asexual (though peter is also disabled)

idk idk i am always thinking about it and never quite sure. kaine has a very complex and largely negative relationship with his body.

i was also considering genetic mosaicism (46,XY/47,XXY) but i did not include any intersex colors etc. because a lot of this wasn't fully hammered out yet when i drew this. I think Kaine is probably intersex though. It's not necessarily obvious to anyone who looks at him, but it's also not something that comes as a huge surprise to him.

obvs the tiny hint of a teal ribbon is the same as for Peter, sexual assault/abuse awareness, and it's small and easily hidden. probably was given to him by someone trying to be supportive (ben and janine maybe? idk)—i mean ALL of it is from other people really. the sticker on the noise cancelling headphones? def from Aracely or someone else. his presence in the first place? dragged out of the house by a 19 year old girl. he didn't even have time to do his hair and he would rather be drinking coffee in a dark room alone :/

Anyway, Janine. Less complicated.

I decided at some point Janine is straight (but not narrow, as they say) so she gets an ally shirt lol. Like Peter and Kaine, I put her in some teal including a little ribbon bow on some satin ballet flats—obviously her history as a sexual abuse survivor etc. is very, very public in contrast to peter and kaine (and arguably ben, though i don't think he necessarily conceptualizes his abuse by warren in the same way, in part because it was very medicalized) but... it's not like she would want to draw a lot of attention to that. but i also do just like teal so i think it looks nice.

like those are just genuinely cute shoes 😂 but also it's to tie it all together.

the kids, the teens, the youths,

i really don't... feel like i know enough about them to figure out sexualities or if any genders are involved, and I'm a million years away from including them in any fics so a lot of that stuff simply has not been built out right now cause finer details aren't relevant to me yet (like. i'm in 2007 rn? miles is like... 8. lmao), so I just put them in some fun rainbow-y stuff. teens like going to pride and wearing rainbows right??? i mean i did.

i'm SURE miles and ganke have got something going on i just don't know What Exactly. nerdy friends...? nerdy boyfriends?? something else??? miles is wearing a tracksuit to hide his spider-man costume lol.

aracely is an enigma, i don't think anyone knows what's going on with her tbh. she is there to have candy thrown at her. she seems to like boys at least a little though.

i actually do know what's up with Andi cause she's actually supposed to first appear in 200...8? when she's like. 10. she is trans, and she is also why Flash was able to accept herself more and also why Flash transitioned. Flash wanted to be a good role model to help Andi feel good about herself and to not make her feel like there was something wrong with her, and then later re: transitioning, Flash saw how happy Andi was and wanted to also... be happy like that even though she was scared. and Andi herself really was (will be, idk i never know what tense to use for this stuff) helped a lot by Flash trying to self-improve, by having a supportive babysitter, and a dad who loves her, and so on and so forth... makes a big difference!

Andi and Flash are kind of intentional contrasts here in that, where Flash took until her late 20s to really fully be able to accept herself, Andi is the kid who goes on puberty blockers in high school and knew right away she wasn't what everyone said she was. (Flash had like, hints of that, but really didn't even realize until around ~19 years old and wasn't able to act on it for like... 9 years whereas Andi just really got motoring lol)

also Andi is a lesbian 💖

As far as Betty! I wasn't sure about her at first but I was chatting with Kita and I was like, thinking about her relationships and stuff and thinking, you know, she seems kinda aro... and then i was like... I can just do that. If I want. So I did. so now Betty is aromantic (at least, in my little alternate universe) and ALSO bisexual 😂 Peter's social circle is just a bunch of quirky bisexuals. bi4bi4bi

also dolled the fuck up. Betty said "overdressed? i don't know her. a pearl necklace goes with everything." (...😜)

I also am not sure about Randy (he also just has not come up yet i guess...) but I was thinking, you know, IDK, maybe he's straight as well. two whole straight people. i know he's dated a couple of girls in 616 (...i mean... so have most of the male characters lol) including like, Norah... but I'm not 100% sure what I would do there. I did end up making him a little bit of a hipster 😂 he's probably like... heteroflexible or smth... 🤔

Maybe Randy is ALSO bisexual??? or queer of some flavor.............. at least seems to KNOW about community stuff

idek what the hell is going on with these four but Robbie and JJJ sure do run a bisexual-ass newspaper (...well now that i think about it peter doesn't technically work for them anymore by 2019 but i'm sure he drops the occasional photo) (still a lot of bisexuals)

jk jk there are plenty of other employees of presumably various sexualities including straight ones AND gay ones (probably?) but like, betty, glory, ben and peter are all bi here which struck me as amusing. Two 60-something year old men supportive by way of having a bunch of homos working at their newspaper. Also because it's funny to me to have Jameson be actually very chill about The Queers. something something "you don't tell me what to do in my private life, and i don't tell you what to do in yours!"

anyway that's it. have a gay day 🌈

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ribbonzregretz · 2 years

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doodle dump!!

first up for the doodle dump is my tmnt oc!!! theyre based off a cornsnake, use they/he pronouns & are kinda a know-it-all [by accident but still] (also i dont know what to name him]

second is my warrior cats oc! i drew both the alive & dead version bc i drew the dead version first, eventual post about his lore coming soon but his dead version is named skull'moon & his alive version is named white'ear

& then finally 2 random sketch pages that i went wild on, can you tell im obsessed with fnaf yet?

#art #artists on tumblr #doodle dump #fnaf #fnaf art #tmnt #tmnt art #warrior cats #warrior cats art #warrior cats oc #tmnt oc #cw swearing #mild body horror #ribbons fandom ocs #ribbons self indulgent stuff

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dracocheesecake · 17 days

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Self-Indulgent Daddy!Kai One-Shot: Hand In The Cookie Jar

"You dote on her too much. Dai Lu is already becoming a very spoiled child," Kai's wife said to him one day.

They were in the pantry, organizing herbs and poultices. They could have had the servants do it, but her request that he open jars for her had stroked his ego so much that he agreed. Her hope was that the menial task would suffice to get him to stay in one place long enough to listen.

Kai snorted. "I don't dote on her," he said. He unscrewed another jar and then passed it to her so she could fill it. "I treat all of my children with the exact same iron discipline and authority that I do my soldiers."

Zan wanted to roll her eyes, and was about to point out the various gifts and requests Kai had granted their daughter only recently, but she didn't have to. A sweet, tiny voice interrupted her, coming from under Kai's side of the table.

"Daddy, can I have a cookie?"

That would undoubtedly be Dai Lu. Zan leaned over the table to take a peek. The calf was looking up at her father with woe-be-gone brown eyes, her lips pursed beseechingly. The black curls of her mane were held back with green ribbons and flower pendants, and with the dress to match (all expensive gifts from her father and godfather) she looked like a princess.

Zan frowned. "You had one after lunch," she said, though gently, "and we're about to have dinner-"

There was a noise of something being moved. Zan looked up. Kai had already grabbed the large jar off the shelf where it was kept (high for even Zan, but nothing to him), and was already passing it down to his daughter. The calf took it in her arms and flashed him one of her sweetest smiles before trotting off with the prize that was as big as she was.

Kai turned back towards his wife. He didn't seem to recognize the irony in what had just happened. All he knew was that she was glaring at him. He blinked.

"What?"

Zan's glare intensified. "...You spoil that child."

Kai shrugged. "She was hungry."

Zan huffed. "You idiot."

Kai shrugged again. "She's a growing calf! What did I do?"

Zan began to stuff the jars with more angry fervor than before. Kai held out his arms in bewildered exasperation.

"What!?"

#kung fu panda #general kai #kfp3 #kfp #kfp ocs #daddy!kai au #fanfic #one shot #drabbles #kai doesn't realize that he's wrapped around that baby's finger X'D #I know screw top jars hadn't been invented yet but KFP history is different and for silliness and funsies let's say they were here #Kai would get a huge ego boost out of someone asking him to open jars for them

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speedane · 2 months

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Lavender

Main Character: Joe (Psyche) Supporting Cast: Q (Phanes)

Both AU variants of the characters belong to @murkyike

Number of Words: 2,648

Tags: Romance, Angst, pretty wholesome stuff

Summary: A lone Joe decided to return to Hazlitt after 3 years, in search of an important memento from the past.

This is a trade between me and Murky!! Warning for super self-indulgent writing!

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It has been three years since the destruction of Hazlitt from the emergence of the Shackled Miracle. What used to be a bustling city of colorful lights and wondrous architecture has turned into an empty wasteland. Crack on the asphalt streets, old walls adorned in fading graffiti, and a daunting feeling of being watched by wandering miramon… this is the scene that met Joe as he set foot on the abandoned city after all those years. The young man took a few steps forward, his fingers sliding on the brick wall as his eyes absentmindedly stared at the distance. It was depressing to see the poor condition of the old block that he once called home. He knew these very streets from the heart, yet they don’t feel the same compared to what is in his memory.

But he is not here to stand idly, for this pristine fairy is searching for something… something important.

With haste, Joe ran towards an old apartment building and broke into it by kicking the old door down. The premises were dark, dusty, and overrun with cobwebs, prompting a disappointed expression from the man’s face.

“This place hasn’t been cleaned in a while…”

Resisting the urge to clean the place, Joe went straight ahead to the 2nd floor while carefully climbing up the stairs. With no functioning lights, he had to rely on his lamp to navigate his way around.

The man had little problem finding what he was looking for this whole time within the darkness… a door. But not just any door, but the door to a bedroom. He looked at the knob with somber eyes before he pulled out a key from his right pocket.

“It’s good to be home… I guess.”

He inserted the key to its keyhole and opened the shabby door. To his surprise, the bedroom looked exactly just like how he left it, save for the amount of dust that accumulated on… everything. Regardless of the man’s discontent over the dust bunnies, he’s still happy to see it again.

Joe sluggishly walks into the room, with the lamp still at hand, looking at his surroundings from top to bottom. Unlike the dreary outdoors, this room looked just how he remembered it, from the wooden flooring to the white sheets of the bed. It’s almost comforting to see it, but he is not here just to stand around and look pretty.

With his right hand he reached to his left ear, poking the butterfly resting behind it. The pastel-colored butterfly obliged and fluttered to the young man’s finger. With it safely sitting on his finger, he gently moved his hand towards the lamp.

“Hold this for me, please.”

As if by command, the butterfly summoned more of its kind with divine power and started holding up the lamp with teamwork. With that in place, Joe went to the side table of his bed and rummaged into the stuff that was left on it. It didn’t take too long for him to find an old photo covered with dust, dust so thick nobody could make out what's in it. With a huff and a puff, he blows off the thick dust that was obscuring the image, throwing off dust particles all over the air and leaving him in a coughing fit. Even the butterflies got a little disoriented with the dust cloud.

After the dust settled, the fairy sat down at the side of the bed to get a good look at the old photo. It bore the image of him and his childhood friend, now lover, on a park bench. His boyfriend, a fair-looking young man with pink and blue pastel hair, was holding a bouquet of lavenders and white roses with a wide smile. Himself on the other hand is holding a box of chocolates adorned with a baby blue ribbon, also smiling. It was a simple photo, but it meant a lot to him.

Joe’s expression switched to that of melancholy staring at one part of his past, knowing that he can no longer return from it. Why did he come all the way here for this picture? Was it even worth the danger? He could’ve died from the miramon for an old memorabilia.

But it was a memory he couldn’t just let go of.

It was not just a simple memory. No, it was far more important. Joe closed his eyes while placing the photo on his chest. This was his beloved memory, his precious treasure. To him, this was worth all the trouble.

Unbeknownst the pristine fairy who is enjoying his silence, another person has entered the apartment. The slithering of a snake can be heard from deep within, breaking the silence of the room. With his elf ears twitching, Joe had caught on that he was no longer alone.

Before he could further act, a large figure had already pounced on him from behind. The weight of the other person was enough to make so much creaking noise from the old bed that it was a miracle that it didn’t break in an instant. By the time he opened his eyes, he found himself enveloped within a pair of wings and arms.

“So this is where you went…”

A familiar sweet voice spoke to him by the ear. He knows exactly who this is.

“Ahah, you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, Q.”

Joe turned his head. He saw Q’s knees and gigantic snake tail resting on the mattress and gave him a chuckle.

“You’ve gotten so big all these years, and you’re still clingy as ever.”

The winged serpent pouted, looking a little grumpy.

“You left on a very important day, how could I not look for you?”

The other man looked at him in confusion.

“Oh, is there a special occasion?”

Q seemed to take it as an offense and hissed at Joe, like a cat. For a second, his hair burst into pink flames and his head wings stretched in fury.

“Did you seriously forget??!!”

The softness of his voice was gone and was replaced with a thunderous tone. Joe could feel Q’s claws digging into his shoulders despite the article of clothing between them. The fairy winced in surrender.

“Ow ow ow ow I was joking I was joking!! I know what day it is today!!”

The serpent is already gritting his teeth, his fangs showing. Even the butterflies were erratically flying out of fear. He was very close to tearing those fairy wings off.

“I-It’s your birthday…!”

Joe’s answer was hasty, but it was right on the money. Q had finally calmed down and loosened his grip on the other guy.

“You remembered~!”

The wings on his head started fluttering in joy as his mood changed in a flick of the switch. The other sighed in relief as his cheek was being licked by a slit tongue. It was unwise to challenge his wrath in the first place, but all is well.

“Alright, alright Q, please stop,” Joe said while lightly scratching the back of Q’s ear. He gave Joe a pleading look as he ceased the licking, but his boyfriend insisted him to stop.

With Q starting to behave, Joe patted the space beside him to signal him to sit beside him. Of course, he followed with no hesitation. Joe never broke his gaze towards him while the other was shuffling to sit beside him.

Prior to his transformation, Q had gotten much bigger than he used to. His head could only reach his lover’s shoulders back when they were in highschool. Now, he could easily tower over him and pin him down effortlessly. Hell, he could easily send him flying with just a swing of his serpentine tail. Even in terms of flying, he could fly much higher than he could.

Q’s behavior also had noticeable changes. His display of anger a moment ago was not the first time something like that happened. It was just one out of many instances of the increased intensity of his emotions, and it wasn’t limited to anger. The anger was not even the worst of it. At times, his happiness would turn into euphoria. On other days, his sadness would render him immobile. Due to this, he was advised to take mood stabilizers.

All these changes were of Joe’s worries. Change is something he was not easily used to, even towards his own transformation. It was not easy to change one’s lifestyle for his new wings, let alone having to leave the home he had known ever since he was born due to the Shackled Miracle. But he could never imagine what Q was going through. It must be horrifying for him that he was losing control over his emotions, he thought.

“... Joe?”

The fairy realized that he was zoning out as the serpent called his name. The other person had a puzzled look on his face, wondering why he was sitting still like a statue.

“Uh, sorry,” Joe apologized, averting his eyes from Q.

Q only tilted his head, still confused by his boyfriend’s sudden silence.

“Why the long face…?” The pastel-haired man leaned closer to sniff the blonde’s hair.

Not liking what he was doing, Joe turned to gently press his palm on the other’s face. “Please don’t sniff me like that…” His face turned red. “At least not here…”

He wasn’t listening, too absorbed by the scent his lover was giving off.

“Hmm.. lavender…”

“Huh?”

“You smell like lavender~”

The fairy sniffed at one of his shoulders to see if he wasn’t joking. He was indeed giving off the fragrance of lavender.

“Well, I’m at least sure that I don’t smell bad, haha…”

“I can smell it very clearly… even on my way here.”

Joe blinked.

“You picked up my scent from that distance..?”

Q nodded enthusiastically, seemingly very proud of himself. “It’s how I found you all the way here…”

The blonde suddenly smiled uncontrollably. In his mind, he was imagining his winged lover sniffing the ground like a dog. It was cute, at least to him.

“Is this also part of your esper powers?”

“It’s part of the package, dear~” The pastel man’s response hit Joe’s funny bone, letting out a soft giggle.

“What powerful sense of smell you have.”

“All the better to find you…”

Slowly, the winged serpent wrapped his arms again on the pristine fairy into a sweet embrace. He rested his head on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

“I just wish to spend my birthday with you.”

The blonde man can feel his scaly tail wrapping itself around his waist. Tight enough to make him stay, but loose enough to let him breathe. Joe lifted the photo in his hand and looked at it fondly for a bit before one or two butterflies took it away from him so he could hug his boyfriend back.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve stayed with you…”

He gave him a light pat on the back.

“I was so caught up searching for our old photo in our old home, that I forgot where my real home is…”

Q smiled tenderly. “The one where I gave you that box of chocolates?”

“Mhmm… and that was the day I gave you that bouquet and said ‘I love you’.”

The wings on Q’s head gently fluttered with the rising feeling of happiness in his heart. It was indeed a precious memory. A memory that they both shared.

As the two enjoyed their minute of silence, Joe attempted to recall the events of the picture. It was the same day today, five years ago, in a small park within the lower city. They were sitting on the park bench together, exchanging gifts and laughter. The sky was fair and they have the place all for themselves with not a care for the world. The pastel-haired man suggested that he take a selfie together with his newly-bought phone, which the blonde agreed to. The phone was blessed with the very photo in his possession right now, and then…

“Q,” Joe spoke in a quiet manner.

Q lifted his head up to meet him eye-to-eye. Staring into his eyes, the other’s face turned red again.

“Do you… remember what we did on that bench?”

“You confessed to me… and we took that selfie.”

His heart raced, butterflies suddenly gathering in his stomach. The man pursed his lips as he mustered up the courage to gather up the words.

“N-Not that…”

It wasn’t long for Q to realize what he was referring to. Judging from his boyfriend’s rosy cheeks and facial expression, he formulated a small guess.

“Do you mean… the kiss?”

Feeling defeated, the fairy shyly nodded, ears twitching. His heart was pounding so fast that he felt like exploding. The winged serpent took his silence as a yes and gave him a warm smile.

“It was an awkward kiss.” He laughed. “We didn’t know what we were doing…”

“That was before,” Joe replied. “I think we can do better now…”

Silence once again filled the room as the two of them stared at each other like puzzled sheep. Joe attempted to replicate what he did on that day, it was exactly just like this. Like clockwork, he placed a hand on the back of Q’s head, cradling it as he leaned closer to him. Likewise, Q slowly closed his eyes, already anticipating what was about to come.

His serene expression put him at ease. There was no hesitation, no fear and anxiety. The gentle light from the lamp made his flushed face ever so beautiful and ethereal. Q was just there, waiting. Breathing in, Joe proceeded to inch closer.

Breaths steady, hearts beating, souls syncing…

Finally, the blonde pressed his soft lips against the serpent’s, with no intention to let go soon. The cold temperature was immediately felt upon contact, contrasting his own warmth, but it somehow felt comforting. The two were left motionless, like time stopped perfectly at this moment as the universe don the role of the audience to this act of love.

It was a shame that Joe had to let go, pulling away as he gave themselves space to breathe. Not satisfied, Q lifted his hand and brushed his fingers on the other’s cheek before diving into the second kiss. Unlike the first attempt, this one was more passionate, more sincere. The fairy was taken by surprise by the abruptness before giving in. He wanted this to go on forever.

The two broke off the kiss once again, giving each other a loving gaze as their breaths became more audible. Joe started to caress the fluffy cotton candy hair as he observed how relaxed Q is now. For each stroke of his fingers, his boyfriend’s eyes turned drowsier and drowsier, until such time that he found himself resting on his shoulder again.

“You still fall asleep when I do this, hm?”

The winged serpent only gave him a sniff.

“Lavender…”

Joe giggled as he lightly shook him with his other hand.

“Don’t sleep here, we still need to go home…”

He didn’t care. Q simply gave him a cuddle.

“I’m already home… you’re here… with me…”

The blonde’s eyes widened. Sorrow and relief swelled up inside him as he understood that he had been wrong about Q all this time.

Q, in spite of the various changes he had faced for three years, was still the clingy, affectionate, and tender-hearted person that he always knew and loved. And he was too blind to see it… not anymore.

It’s still him, right here with him. Or rather, he never left.

He finally saw that, despite everything, the person he thought had changed still remained the same. And he will stay this way for as long as the sands of time fall down until the very last grain.

#jee writes #dislyte #q dislyte #joe dislyte #I would like to thank Murky for letting me write their blorbos #fact: I have never kissed someone romantically before #so I literally have no experience in romance HELP

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caeliangel · 7 months

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HIIIII SINCE I REACHED 400 FOLLOWERS (THANKYOUUUU) HERES A SILLY EVENT TO COMEMORATE IT!!

Rules are simple, put cael400foevent in the tags and tag me! No transid/radqueer stuff allowed, everything else is fine! You are allowed to skip days, no pressure.

TAGGING ISNT FORCING/ASKING TO PARTICIPATE!! ASK TO BE UNTAGGED ^_^ feel free to promote <3

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It'll start on the 30th October and end on the 9th November.

Relating to...

DAY 1. : feminine or masculine.

DAY 2. : lesbian or veldian.

DAY 3. : pure or impure.

DAY 4. : cutesy or gorey.

DAY 5. : vampires or werewolves.

DAY 6. : flowers or zombies.

DAY 7. : kitties or pups.

DAY 8. : contradictory label

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That's all, just a little 10 days :3 feel free to skip or not do them in order.

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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Jing Yuan getting you to grow out your hair, so he can brush and comb it like he does with Mimi, braid it and bun part of it and decorate it with jewelled clips and ribbons in his colours...

i normally stay away from posting stuff like this bc i don’t want to assume hair texture or length or anything of my readers but allow me (a blond bitch with long wavy hair) to be self-indulgent. he just loves playing with it; running long fingers through it, twirling it about his elegant digits, giving it a little pull. he just finds it relaxing! and, of course, being able to add jewels and ribbons and remind everyone of who you belong to with just a glimpse is a great boon, too. he has so many pictures of you and mimi together, matching . . . ah. so lovely. so cute. so silently possessive.

#nat.txt #hsr posting

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leighsartworks216 · 4 months

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Cure Wounds

Wyll Ravengard x male!OC

Super self-indulgent smut between my dnd OC Romero and Wyll. If you have any questions about Romero, please please please ask!! I love talking about him and some of the stuff I reference here is kinda "if you know you know" (like mentions of his family), so if you wanna know, please ask

Thank you @shenanigans-and-imagines for encouraging me to write more self-indulgent oc fics <333

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: swearing, scratching, marking each other (hickeys), bruises, brief mention of battle scars, anal fingering and sex, possibly OOC Wyll

Word Count: 4,364

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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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“Do you remember how I used to heal you?”

Wyll chuckled, grinning at the mere memories that passed through his mind. “How could I forget? You would insist on kissing each bruise and cut, singing spells all the while.”

Warm sun flooded through the gauzy curtains that hung before the balcony doors. It warmed their skin, golden beams highlighting the scars they’d earned over their adventure to free their minds of tadpoles. It had turned out much more involved than any of them could have guessed. And despite the stories and tales that came of it, they were both quite glad for it to be over.

Romero lifted himself from his lover’s chest, the soft sheets slipping down his body as he supported himself on his arms to lean over his beloved. “I had to sing, it makes the spells more potent.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I’m a bard! What about it sounds untrue?”

“That you only did such a thing with me, for starters,” Wyll said through a laugh. He reached up and carefully weaved his fingers through Romero’s long dreads, threading the thick strands between each digit and holding on lightly. It was always a treat to see his hair loose, rather than tied up by the ribbon he carried around. It fell wildly over his shoulders and framed his face. Wyll felt lucky to see him like this. “If anyone else were injured, a quick spell under your breath and they were right as rain.”

Romero leaned down until his chest pressed to Wyll’s, both rising and falling in a dance with each inhale and exhale. Their noses were only inches apart. Their eyes flickered about their faces, openly admiring the man they married. Sometimes, Wyll could not believe he had been so fortunate to stumble across Romero’s path thanks to that damned nautolid. After seven years, he remembered what it meant to be Wyll Ravengard, not only the Blade of Frontiers.

“Would you rather I’d kissed all their wounds, too?” the bard teased.

“Not as such, no, but I can’t help wondering why you did so with me.” When Romero smirked wide and devilish, he quickly added, “For reasons other than being your partner.”

Romero snickered, but he did not answer right away. His smile softened. “Because of my reputation, you mean?”

Wyll hummed, apologetically. “You weren’t exactly well known for long-term relationships.”

“No one in my family is - you’re perhaps the first among any of us to be properly courted.” He sighed softly and ducked his head to brush his nose along his neck, closing his eyes and appreciating the gift he’d been granted to indulge in this closeness. “I never did it to lure you into sex,” he assured in a whisper. “I never wished to pressure you like that… But I still wanted to love you, in the best way I knew how. Being able to kiss you - just kiss you - my love, it satisfied me more than an ocean of ale or banquet of roast meats ever could.”

Wyll let out a quiet breath. “Just to kiss me.”

“Even now,” he said, pulling back to speak face-to-face, “if you said for the rest of our days, this was all I could have: a cuddle and nothing else - I would never want for more.”

Their hearts thudded pleasantly against their ribs in a call-and-response of their souls, each beat like the skipping step of two lovestruck fools frolicking through an endless field of wildflowers, hand in hand. In all his past sexual encounters, never had Romero ever felt like this with anyone before Wyll. Never had his heart raced at the mere thought of a touch, nor had his mind been so consumed with thoughts of the other, no matter how mundane. It was addictive in its own right. And he prayed to any god willing to listen that this feeling would never fade.

Wyll smiled, warm and adoring, as his hand slipped from Romero’s hair to his cheek. “You can have much more than a cuddle, my love,” he promised. “No singing required.”

Chuckles and grins got in the way as he pulled his husband down to him, teeth clacking and lips barely brushing in the clumsy mess of it all. But it was wonderful. Once they could gather themselves, their laughs died down and the kiss became one for the ages: tender and gentle, yet full of passion.

Romero leaned more weight to one hand so he could tangle the other in Wyll’s hair. It had grown longer since the end of their quest. He took great pleasure in helping his beloved wash and retwist his locs, and he adored being able to tug on it in moments like this. Wyll vocalized his enjoyment with a groan, urging his head back further into the pillow despite his horns poking into the plush so he could follow the pull.

“How much more than a cuddle?” Romero teased into the kiss.

Wyll grabbed his waist and guided his lover to straddle his lap. Then he pushed himself up to a sit, chasing Romero’s lips, never wishing to be parted from them. He was free to do so, to experience moments like this not in one night of debauchery to be forgotten, but for years to come. He slid his hand along his back, pressing the bard closer. Romero acted in kind, one of his hands pulling him closer by his hair, and the other cradling his neck fondly. The calloused pad of his thumb stroked along Wyll’s scars, brushing along his stubble. When Wyll pulled away, Romero let him, but wouldn’t allow him to stray too far, pressing their foreheads together and sharing each breath.

He peered up at his lover with his one good eye, now a bloody red from Mizora’s punishment. Dark brown eyes looked back at him, blown with affection and lust. Even when he’d sprouted horns and ridges, he’d never looked at Wyll any differently. There was never disgust in his eyes directed at him. He left a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“As I said in my vows, Wyll Ravengard belongs to you.” he whispered. This close, he could feel the way Romero’s heart skipped a beat. The awe in his eyes - the full realization of what those words meant. I have your heart, and you have mine.

So long ago it seemed, when Romero flirted and fawned over Wyll, they kissed. A proper kiss, but it never went any further. Wyll wanted to do this properly, to wait. He could not have Romero’s body without first having his heart. And now he did, just as Romero had his.

Romero crashed his lips against Wyll’s, kissing him with as much passion and love as he could muster. His heart felt like it was bursting with love, almost painful as he desperately tried to be as close to his husband as possible. He slid a dextrous hand along Wyll’s spine, pushing his nightshirt up as he traced the ridges and scars that adorned his body. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to maneuver the shirt over his horns and toss it to the floor, and then his hand was back in his hair, tugging him close, and his teeth were nipping at his plush lips.

“I love you,” he murmured in between each kiss. He couldn’t stop saying it. And Wyll couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot each time he did.

“I love you, too. By Balduran’s blade, I love you.” He worked quickly at the buttons of Romero’s shirt. It was half open already, as Romero loved to show off his chest and the tattoo on his right peck.

Once it was fully undone, he pushed his hands inside, caressing the warm skin now exposed to him. Romero sighed, arching his back just to have more contact. Gods, his skin was so soft. He felt down his back, up his sides, his stomach - everywhere he could reach. It would never be enough.

Wyll pulled away from the kiss, but his mouth immediately found purchase on his neck. The hand in his hair tightened, tugging and pressing him further into his skin, the other digging blunt nails into his shoulder. He could just imagine his beloved’s face. His eyes closed as he whines and begs for more, his mouth parted as he moans. When Wyll finds his pulse point just below his jaw, Romero won’t let him move until he sucks a mark into his skin, a pretty bruise that claimed ownership. He was certain he would have his own marks before all was done.

He trailed his mouth lower, lips brushing over his Adam’s apple and collarbones in open-mouth kisses. He deviated at his sternum to kiss and nip at his tattoo. It was a six-pointed star, denoting himself as a child of a famous bard who had more children than Wyll could fully wrap his head around. He traced each line, bit at each point, sucked at the open center. Romero groaned, craning his neck to place a kiss on Wyll’s head.

“My love, I need you,” he breathed. “Please.”

Wyll grabbed his waist and pressed to designate a side. He did not have the strength to push his love around, but Romero certainly did.

With arms wrapped around his neck, he was rolled over. Romero’s head fell back into the plush of pillows and Wyll was above him, trapped by the legs around his hips. He was tugged up by his horns into another crushing kiss. If their lips were not bruised and swollen, he would think it a miracle of the gods.

Romero slid his tongue along Wyll’s bottom lip. He opened his mouth instantly, moaning and tilting his head, wishing for more. He dug his nails into the bard’s hips, pushing down the hem of his sleep pants so he could grab even more, to trace his thumbs along the v-line that led like a pointing arrow to his arousal. His mouth watered at the idea of kissing along those creases, of marking his love where only he could see and enjoy. Of taking him into his mouth and placing his hands on his horns so he could be guided, used for his love to take all the pleasure he could ever want from him.

But not right now. They were too desperate to feel each other, to become as one. Soon, he told himself. He would make a whole day to spend with his love, with no politics or expectations, just to experience everything they could offer each other. One day.

His hands slid further into his pants, following his skin to grasp onto his ass and lift his hips up to grind against his own. They moaned into each other’s mouths at the slightest bit of friction. They could each feel just how aroused the other was. It was maddening.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathless. Romero loosened his hold on his hips, relaxing his legs so Wyll could sit up and push them apart further. They both looked like messes, he was sure, but he could not help admiring how beautiful his husband looked when he was so eager and marked up.

“Tell me what you want of me.” He guided Romero’s pants down his hips, lifting him up by his ass so he could slip them out from under him. Further still, his mismatched eyes could not tear from the beautiful half-lidded brown eyes of his lover as his cock sprung free from its cloth prison. He sidled back as he guided them down his legs. “Tell me everything you want me to do, and I will. Anything you ask of me,” he breathed, finally tossing the pants to the side and guiding one of his legs up so he could kiss his thigh, sucking at the skin by his knee, worshipping every inch he could, “say the word and it is yours.”

Gods, Romero’s head was spinning. A million images and desires flickered through his mind, ways to be taken and take in return, to taste and feel. The thoughts that filled his head, of Wyll in so many positions, so debauched and used, it would have sent him over the edge in an instant if he had been getting himself off. The mere prospect alone, of a partner who put themselves in another’s hands so easily, to be manipulated like putty to any whim or desire - it would occupy his every waking thought for weeks if he wasn’t careful.

“I need you to fuck me,” he told him. “I need to feel you inside of me, I need you to- Gods.” His hips bucked against air as Wyll slowly, so slowly, trailed his way down his inner thigh. Seeing his face so close to his aching cock had him flushing with arousal and want. “I need you to touch me and kiss me and just fucking fuck me, please.”

“So articulate,” Wyll teased against his skin. Romero whined. He’d never take it to heart; he fell apart so easily under Wyll, all flowery expressions of love were the first to devolve.

Wyll slid off the end of the bed to remove his pants, already much too hard and much too needy. Just the sight of his husband laid out on their shared bed, golden-brown skin gleaming in the sun’s morning rays, had his member twitching with anticipation.

He crawled back on the bed, over his lover, kissing him deeply as he reached into the nightstand for the bottle of oil. Romero grabbed Wyll’s hips and drew him down, grinding their dicks together. They moaned desperately, barely able to keep their mouths connected. Thanks to Mizora’s punishment, Wyll’s cock was lined with bumps and ridges. It had been extremely embarrassing at first, and a point of self-consciousness on their wedding night, but Romero had assured Wyll in multiple ways (though most often with his mouth) it was not an unwelcome part of his curse.

He poured a generous amount of oil into his hand and dropped the closed bottle on the bed beside them. With one hand, he pushed one of Romero’s legs up against his chest, and with the other he gently prodded at his entrance.

Romero hissed as a finger was slowly pushed inside him, followed soon after by another. He had to pull away to catch his breath, burying his face in Wyll’s neck as he wrapped his arms around Wyll. His fingers slid carefully in and out of him, pushing as far as they would reach and pulling out almost entirely before he pressed in again. Breathless curses fanned across Wyll’s scarred skin, mixed with little pecks and beautiful keening sounds, like music to his ears. When he was opened enough to push a third finger in, he felt Romero’s cock twitch against his, weeping with precum.

“Please,” he whimpered. He grabbed at Wyll’s ass, dug his nails in at his shoulder blade, trying to pull him as close as he possibly could. “I’m ready, I need you. Please, my love, need you inside me.”

He eased his fingers out of him and poured more oil into his hand. He rubbed it along his cock, knuckles brushing along the underside of Romero’s drawing out needy little breaths. He pulled back slightly to see what he was doing as he lined himself up. Romero’s stomach was already glistening with both their precum, the tell-tale drips of Wyll’s own decorating his cock. He had to restrain himself so he didn’t try to clean him up with his mouth.

Slowly, as gently as he could manage, the head of his cock pushed into his asshole. A guttural moan reverberated from the bard’s throat, choking off at the end as his cock pushed deeper and stretched him further.

It felt so fucking incredible. Tight walls clenching around him with the slightest movement, the heat enveloping him. Wyll groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside. He ran a hand along Romero’s side, caressing him and urging him to relax into it.

“If I ever get used to this feeling,” Wyll murmured by his ear, “I could be tempted to make another deal to remember it again.”

Romero chuckled airily, running a hand down Wyll’s locs and softly tangling his fingers in the ends. “Don’t worry, my prince, I’ll make sure you never get used to it.”

They laughed quietly together, holding each other close in a tender moment. When the laughter died down, Romero pulled his head from Wyll’s neck and kissed him. It was not lustful or desperate. It was slow and sweet, as if all time around them stopped just so they could indulge in this moment.

They pulled away slowly and pressed their foreheads together. Wyll looked at Romero so warmly, and so attentively, waiting for his signal before he moved again. They stayed there for a moment longer. Then, Romero nodded, and Wyll slowly pulled out.

They choked on shared air as the bumps and ridges lining Wyll’s cock grated and rubbed against Romero’s sensitive walls. Almost all the way out, he thrust slowly back in, fully seated once more. A pitiful whine came unbidden from his husband’s throat. He did not wait long before his hips were moving at a slow, consistent rhythm.

Someone swore, but Wyll couldn’t tell if it was him or Romero. The result was the same: Wyll picked up the pace, thrusting faster, losing himself to the pleasure, spurned on by every choked, panted breath and quiet plea for more, more, more. He pressed his cheek to Romero’s temple, wishing he could bury his face in his neck without risk of butting him with his horns. How he would happily ravage the skin there, feeling the vibration of his cries against his lips. Maybe Romero sensed the way he held back, felt the strain in his neck and shoulders not to give in lest he hurt his beloved, for he grabbed Wyll’s horn, pulled to make the young Duke crane his neck, and kissed feverishly over his pulse, his Adam’s apple, his jawline.

He sucked and bit a matching mark just below his jaw, where his heart could be felt strongest, as it raced and rushed with ecstasy. He cried Wyll’s name by his ear, before his words devolved into stammered nonsense before biting just under his earlobe in a lousy attempt to try getting his wits back.

Wyll pushed Romero’s other leg back against his chest, hands pressing under his knees to keep him contorted just like that. Gods, just like that.

He dug his nails into his skin, clawing at his flesh and urging himself to go faster, fuck him harder. He broke himself out of Romero’s hold to crash his mouth against his, open-mouthed and panting.

Birds chirped, greeting the new day. Down below, the market was waking up, stalls being set up and vendors chatting with each other. None of it mattered. None of it reached even the edge of their senses. Wyll growled and Romero swallowed it, responding with his own moan. Nothing else mattered.

Romero scratched at Wyll’s back and arched his own, longing to feel every inch of him that he could. Wyll hissed at the sting, but the pain faded from his mind when he was pulled close so the bard could hug him, crooning like the most beautiful songbird by his ear. Wyll felt the knuckles of Romero’s other hand brush his stomach as he stroked himself, fucking into his hand as Wyll’s thrusts became rushed and uneven.

“Love you,” Romero muttered breathlessly, choking on a moan. “Love you so much. ‘M yours. Gods, you have me. You have all of me. My beautiful prince.”

Wyll let go of one of his legs to cup his cheek. Romero immediately responded to the touch, moving to press his forehead to Wyll’s. His eyes fought through ecstasy to look up at him, half-lidded eyes squeezing tight before being forced open to see his husband.

“My handsome knight,” Wyll gasped. “So close.” His hips stuttered and his eyes shut, a whine leaving him as he pressed his forehead harder against his love’s. “Let me fill you. Let me fall apart with you. I want to be one with you, my love.”

Romero leaned up to kiss him, and Wyll responded in kind. His heart raced as his hips faltered, frantically thrusting as deep as he could possibly go, his pelvis crushing against Romero’s. He cried out, mouth falling open around his beloved’s name, panted and whining, lips still brushing against each other because they couldn’t bear the idea of parting.

His hot cum spilled in large spurts, driving Romero mad as he was filled. Romero tugged desperately at his cock, squeezing as his hips bucked up into his hand, until he finally found his release. A guttural groan morphed into a high-pitched whine as he worked himself through his orgasm, cum coating his stomach and hand. He only stopped when he became so oversensitive it hurt.

They laid there, panting, clinging to each other. Sweat glistened on their bodies in the mid-morning sun. Too soon they would have to greet the day, too soon Wyll would be dragged into courtly meetings and Romero would venture off into the city to help with what rebuilding he could. They wouldn’t see each other again until late in the evening, if they didn’t make an effort to share lunch together, and more often than not these days they had to forgo that small slice of domestic bliss. Staying here, even hot and sticky and sweaty, let them linger just that moment longer.

When Romero caught his breath, he slid his hand from Wyll’s shoulder to his cheek. He guided Wyll into a kiss once more, soft, barely even a brush of lips. Goosebumps trailed the young Duke’s skin at the delicacy. He should have known it would not last, however.

He felt the smirk grow on his lover’s lips before he saw it, and before he registered what mischief his love would pull now.

Romero trailed kisses along his cheek, down his jaw, and to the dark bruise he’d left at his pulse. It was sensitive to even the lightest brush, a slight hiss escaping Wyll when a kiss was placed over the darkest section. His lips brushed over it again, but before Wyll could scold him, the song-like whisper of Te curo hit his ears and the pain was gone.

He burst out laughing. He carefully slid out of Romero so he could sit back on his knees, still chuckling, his red eye gleaming with joy and fondness. “Do not tell me this was your plan all along.”

“It wasn’t!” Romero quickly assured him through a cackle. “But how could I resist? Far be it from me to leave a lover suffering because I couldn’t help myself.”

“I don’t know about ‘suffering’ - I quite liked it.” He brushed a thumb over the bruises at Romero’s neck. “And I know you did, but I suspect you’re not going to let me heal you.”

Romero chuckled, taking Wyll’s hand and curling his fingers so he could kiss his knuckles, asking playfully, “Would you like me to let you heal me?”

Wyll sighed, contemplative, a soft grin on his lips as he studied the constellations decorating his neck and chest. His love would walk down the streets of Baldur’s Gate, shirt wide open, marks on full display for the populace. It made Wyll flush just imagining it, but it stirred something unpleasant in his gut. As much as he loved marking his husband for himself to see, the thought of everyone else seeing it and knowing their private business made him feel exposed.

“Yes,” he finally answered. Romero smiled, understanding without words the thoughts going on in that head of his. He was always good at reading people, understanding their reasoning, how they thought, but he knew no one as well as he knew his husband.

Wyll slipped his hand from the warm grasp of his beloved, not without a kind squeeze to his fingers first. Romero watched in quiet admiration at the magical abilities of his love, as his hands performed practiced poses, glowing in mystical light. Wyll had a habit of casting his spells with a strong voice, like the words alone would strike terror into his foes. Even now, with a rough Sanitatem ius, a red elixir in a bottle forms itself in his hand.

He uncorks it and cups the back of the bard’s neck, lifting his head and bringing the lip of the bottle to his mouth. Romero didn’t take his eyes off Wyll’s, watching him with warm, dark eyes mellowed with overwhelming affection. He dutifully swallowed every ounce as his head was guided back to follow the tilt of the bottle, Adam’s apple bobbing and bruises already fading with each second. Once the bottle was empty, vanishing into thin air in a wisp of color, Wyll couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing him. His tongue ran along Romero’s lower lip, tasting the lingering flavor of liquid heat. A mere taste alone sent a jolt through his system.

He sighed softly, contentedly, as he slowly pulled away. “Come on, my love.” He slipped carefully off the end of the bed, legs aching from kneeling on them so long. He could only imagine Romero’s plight when he finally stretched out his legs with a quiet hiss, taking Wyll’s hand to help him off the bed. “It’s about time we got cleaned up.”

Romero rested a hand at Wyll’s lower back as they walked together to the bathroom. Wyll’s arm wrapped around his waist, tucked under the open shirt hanging from his shoulders, and rubbing mindless circles into his hip.

Wyll jolted when Romero playfully pinched his butt. The bard had a wide, stupid grin on his face. “I love you!”

Romero laughed as Wyll playfully shoved him away, just hard enough to have him stumbling. There was a bright smile on his face. “I love you, too, you damned fool.”

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Fun fact: The spell Healing Elixir is a 1st level Warlock spell, and it didn't have a verbal phrase from bg3 that I could find. Te curo is latin for "I cure you", so I just translated "Healing Elixir" into latin to get "sanitatem ius" :)

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