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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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he lives in you

Characters: Leona, Floyd, Jamil, Lilia

Synopsis: You shared a night of passion with your lover before you left for the other side of the mirror, but fate's cruel hands strike once again as you realise you have to raise his child alone in your original world. Thankfully, your child is incredibly drawn to magic, and they opened a portal...?

Tags: slight angst, fluffy end because im a sap, fem reader, reader gives birth to a child, reunions, bot proofread

Word count: 2.4k+

Notes: uh i was practicing Japanese and researching Japanese names before writing this, so all my name ideas ended up in japanese? if it makes you uncomfortable, you can imagine that reader is japanese hehe

right in time for mother's day, so here's to a celebration of the motherly figures in our lives, blood related or not, for being there for us<3

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A few months passed as you settled back into your routine at home. Eventually, with the noticeable changes in your body, it dawned on you that you were with child—his child, your lover from the other side of the mirror whom you could no longer reach.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turn into months. You had adapted to the trials and tribulations of parenthood. Juggling the responsibilities of work, childcare, and household chores was no easy feat, but you found solace in the small moments of your child's growth and development.

Your child was a true joy to behold, a mirror image of their father in many ways, and you often see the ghost of your past lover in them. Having inherited his magic, your child experimented with their powers, leaving you to support them with what limited knowledge of magic that remained from your NRC days.

On one such experiment, your environment started to shift as a wave of magical energy engulfed you. When you opened your eyes again, he was there, right in front of you—

Hina (日来) with 日 meaning "sun, day" and 来 meaning "coming, future"

Leona reminded you of a shining sun that radiated warmth and light in your life, of how the it would surely shine again no matter how dark the night seemed, and so you named your daughter after that image

your daughter has the clearest emerald eyes and flowing dark brown locks that you often braided in a similar style to her father's

she's very energetic, always curious and asking questions, eager to learn more about the world around her

she's an obedient child, although she's eager to seek your affection and may whine a bit when things don't go her way

if there was one thing that was similar to the Leona you knew, it's that she's extremely clingy and constantly seeks physical affection, hugging your legs and asking for you to carry them any chance she has

and also the fact that she enjoyed her naps a bit too much

her lion ears are a bit of an issue in our world, but you often hide them with hoods, clever hair styling, or simply saying it's a costume

when you told her about the brilliant man her father is, she grew really excited about the possibility of meeting him, and started playing around with magic more to be like the intelligent mage he is

and then it happened, just an ordinary afternoon practicing magic had the two of you transported back to twisted wonderland, face to face to Leona

somehow, he had grown even more handsome in the years you hadn't seen him, but instead of his lazy smile, he looked confident and powerful, like the leader he was always meant to be

A sudden gust of magic swept through the air behind him as he raised his staff in response, only to immediately drop it in shock as your figure came into sight, and beside you, a small child that he had never seen before.

"Herbivore..." he whispered.

Without a second thought, Leona rushed towards you, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He felt a lump forming in his throat as he reached out to embrace you tightly.

"This better not be a dream," he murmured into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. "It's really you."

after a tearful reunion and introduction, Leona quickly excuses himself from his duties with a quick meeting with Falena, and helps you and Hina settle into the palace

since you left, Leona's been working hard to do what he can do as per your promise with him

he's now in charge of foreign affairs and on better terms with his brother after much needed communication

he showers you in affection, he's even clingier than before that it almost starts a rivalry with your daughter

he puts in a lot of effort to spend time with Hina, learning her likes and dislikes and bonding over magic

uncle jack and ruggie are always fun to be around and play with her

though it wasn't his fault, leona feels guilty you had to bare the responsibility on your own for so long, and he puts in a lot of effort to make amends for any mistakes work to build a strong relationship with you two

he has a family now, and you're damn sure he'll protect it with his life

Leona looked down at Hina, feeling a sense of pride and wonder at the little girl standing before him. "Hey there," he said, his voice gentle. "Nice to meet ya, kiddo."

Hina stared at him, her eyes searching his face. "Are you my dad?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.

Leona's heart ached at the question, knowing that he had missed so much of her life. "Yeah, I'm your dad," he said, reaching out to take her hand.

Hina looked at him for a moment before a smile spread across her face. "Can you show me magic?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Leona felt a sense of joy at her words, feeling a connection with her that he had never felt before. "Of course I can," he said, standing up and taking her hand. "What do you wanna see?"

Sakura (桜) meaning "cherry blossoms"

your daughter has sleek teal hair that reminds you of the sea, a single strand of dark hair, and mismatched eyes in the same manner as Floyd

Floyd had lovingly given you the nickname "Shrimpy", and it only felt right for your daughter to be named Sakura, after the tiny sakura-shrimp

she's incredibly mischievous and there's not a moment of silence with her, she's spontaneous and playful and you've got your hands full

though she is very considerate of you and will listen to your words, she's uncontrollable when she's bored and in need of a spark of interest

she's also a squeezer, much like her father, and hugs you every time she sees you or anyone she likes, and you're thankful her strength hasn't developed too much yet

she enjoys biting you, albeit gently, and you find your arms littered with bite marks, but it's her unique way of showing affection

her eel form won't show unless she's been in the water for too long (thankfully), and she enjoys squeezing you in her eel form even more

ever so curious, she's asked about her father many times, and you've told her how carefree and easygoing her father is, and that he'd love her the moment she saw her

which leads you to her magic actually teleporting you to him, her spontaneous idea having manifested itself, and you found in a dimly lit room similar to the Mostro Lounge

Floyd looked matured, his hair sleeked back and his features sharpened, though his wry smile that you loved had stayed the same

Floyd's eyes widened with shock and disbelief, and his steps quickened as he rushes towards you, his long arms outstretched in a gesture of longing. As he got closer, he noticed the beautiful and curious-looking child standing close to you.

"Shrimpy?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "No way... It's really you!"

Floyd pulled you close, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed ya so much, I wish I hadn't let ya go," he said, his voice choked with emotion as tears threatened to spill. "You're not allowed to leave again, okay?"

Floyd is so ecstatic he can't stand still, once he's calmed down a bit, be immediately carries Sakura and drags you to Jade and Azul

Azul and Jade are pleasantly surprised at your return, and it's a warm welcome back

the two of them are glad Floyd won't be moping any time soon

the trio have now expanded into a franchise and divulged into many businesses, though Floyd largely acts as Azul's right-hand man

Now that you're back, he refuses to be apart from you, always holding onto you tightly and afraid you might disappear just like how suddenly you appeared

he does get mood swings where he's upset or angry, not at you though, just at how unfair things were and how he couldn't be there for you

he's a good eel who does everything to make sure you and Sakura are happy and comfortable, often cooking meals for you two

he's so curious about Sakura and enjoys playing with her and lifting her high up in the air

don't worry, he's extremely careful, this precious gem is why you got back to him!

Jade is the best uncle and Sakura wants to marry him??? (honestly same)

poor Azul is getting pranked by the daughter- father duo, though Sakura does comfort him afterwards with squeezes and kissss

Floyd looked down at Sakura, and he saw her staring back at him with wide, curious eyes in the opposite colours of his eyes. Though she resembled him physically, there was an air about her that was so distinctly his Shrimpy.

"Heya," Floyd said, trying to sound friendly. "I'm your dad."

Sakura giggled and reached out to him, her tiny hands grasping at his hands. Floyd froze, not sure what to do, letting her yand his hand forward. But then, she opened her mouth and bit down on finger.

"Hey!" Floyd cried, pulling back in surprise.

Sakura just laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Floyd couldn't help but laugh too, despite the pain in his finger.

"Yer a feisty one, aren't ya, Sakura-shrimpy?" he teased, grinning down at her as he ruffled her hair. "You know," he whispered, "you can't just go around biting people like that. But I like your style."

Isami (功己) 功 meaning "achievement, credit, honour, merits" and 己 meaning "self, serpent, snake."

your son has smooth ebony locks and sharp grey eyes that make him look slightly intimidating

Jamil had shown you how much he valued his achievements over his social status, so you chose a name the could embody him

he's a quiet child who's always attentive and careful

he's rather shy in front of other people, but when it's you he'll soak up all of your affection and stare at you with longing eyes seeking praise

he's a cute helper at home too! he always volunteers to help you with chores and cook in the kitchen, though you're careful he's not close to anything sharp or dangerous

he does have an inherent fear of bugs, something he's inherited from Jamil, but thankfully you've taught him to be less destructive than his father

do expect screams and for him to be crying as a little fly chases him around though

he's incredibly smart and talented at magic, easily grasping the concepts of magic you can only teach him theoretically

when you told him about his father, you've told him about the diligent man that his father is, and how would let his guard down around those he treasured

he had listened quietly without much of a change in his expression, but you could tell there was a bubbling excitement building up in his eyes

and no long after that, he managed to teleport the two of you to a warm, airy room of marble walls

Jamil's features had sharpened, he seemed more openly confident and comfortable with himself

Jamil's heart skipped a beat as he saw you. It had been five years since he bid your farewell at the mirror chamber and lost you forever. And yet here you were standing here in front of him with a child in tow, a child who resembled him so much.

"It can't be..." he murmurs.

Without hesitation, Jamil dropped all the papers and rushed towards you, his heart pounding furiously. His eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. He could see the love and longing still shining in your eyes, and he knew deep down that he had never stopped loving you.

Jamil couldn't stop the tears that began streaming down his face. "I've missed you so much," he said, his voice raspy. "Letting you go is the worst decision I've ever made." He reached out and pulling you into a tight embrace, his arms shaking with emotions.

he's a bit overwhelmed but still so thankful you're back in his life

Kalim barges in at this time and exclaims in surprise at your return and ??? OMG JAMIL YOU HAVE A SON?!!

Jamil has half a mind to dissuade him from holding a banquet immediately to welcome you back, and instead take things slow to not overwhelm you or Isami

asks Kalim for some privacy and the second he's away, he melts into your embrace

he hasn't felt so at ease in so long

if he wakes up in the morning and you're not right there beside him, he's panicking and searching all over the place for some confirmation you're still here

he's very curious about Isami and asks him all sorts of questions to piece together his development and personality

they definitely have a rivalry over who's braver over bugs but it just ends up with the two hugging you for safety

he's a bit awkward with how careful he is with his emotions, so it takes Isami some time to fully trust him

but trust me, Jamil will go above and beyond for his family and there's no way Isami will have to endure what Jamil did in his childhood

Jamil's eyes widened in surprise and wonder. He couldn't believe that they had created a life together. He knelt down to the Isami' eye level and looked into his eyes. "Hello there," he said, his voice gentle and warm. "What's your name?"

Isami starred back at him, his eyes wide with distrust and caution before he buried his face in your legs. Jamil chuckled softly. "It's okay," he comforted. "You don't have to be shy around me. I'm your dad."

Isami looked up at him again, this time with a mix of curiosity and wonder. "Daddy?" they said, testing the word out.

Jamil smiled warmly as nodded, his heart swelling with love and joy. "Yes, daddy," he parroted. "And I promise I'm never going to leave you or your mommy again."

Yuri (百合) meaning "lily"

Lilia's name always reminded you for lily flowers, and what better name for your daughter to embody him?

your daughter has straight raven hair with some of the hair flipping upwards resembling two horns, angular fae ears, and bright crimson eyes

she's always up for pranks and mischief, it's rare to see her without a smile

she loves exploring places, if you keep your eyes off her for one second, she's letting her curiosity take her to whatever she wants

if you're serious and stern though, she will listen to you, she wouldn't dare make her mother upset!

she's friendly with everyone and isn't shy to say hi to neighbors or absolute strangers

she's not overly affectionate, but she definitely enjoys hugs and kisses from you

she has an odd habit of taking stray animals back home in an attempt to adopt them, so you have little adventures with her trying to find an owner

do not let her in the kitchen

she has surely inherited her father's cooking abilities, somehow, she can render even a piece of toast beyond human consumption

magic comes as second nature to her, and she's always standing on ceilings

gosh her eyes absolutely sparkled when you told her about the teasing and mischievous fae that is her father

and soon, the portal opened and you found yourself in a gothic castle lit up by green candles

He's a lot taller, his hair longer and reaching his waist, and more enchanting than ever

Lilia stood in shock as your family figure come into sight. In all his years of living, he had never been so utterly stunned. After all these years, you had finally returned to him.

"Beastie..." Lilia gasped, his voice catching in his throat.

With a surge of energy, Lilia broke free from the trance-like state and hurried towards you, his hair streaming behind him like a dark flag as he enveloped you tightly in his embrace. "After all these years, you've truly come back to me?"

Carefully, Lilia held you at arm's length, studying your matured features, etching them into his memory like a cherished work of art. His eyes traced the lines and contours of your face, memorizing every detail that time had etched upon you.

"My, how you've grown," Lilia murmured, a mix of pride and wistfulness coloring his words. "The years have shaped you into a remarkable individual."

it's family reunion time!!!

he immediately drags you to the throne room where malleus, silver and sebek are

malleus is now king with two incredibly reliable bodyguards, and Lilia's his most trusted advisor

malleus is so glad his dear human friend is back, silver is satisfied that his father will have someone to be with, and sebek is screaming about Yuri, though she enjoys his loudness

for a while, Lilia is extremely affectionate, trying to make up for all the years that had gone by

when you're sleeping together at night, he hugs you tightly and it's difficult to leave his embrace

he definitely tries to cook for you two, going on and on about how the two of you need to stay healthy and need lots of nutrients

you always volunteer your portion for Yuri, and she'll gladly eat whatever her father has cooked for her

silver is an older brother often on babysitting duty, and Yuri loves watching him spar with sebek and also wants to learn

Sebek is quite fond of Yuri, and he sees his half-fae self in her

Lilia is always trying to fun with Yuri, bouncing her high up in the air and teaching her to hang upside down and swing around

plans so many family vacations, he can't wait to be exploring places with his two darlings

"Is she... ours?" Lilia asked. At your nod, he reached out to caress Yuri's cheek, his touch gentle as if he were touching fragile porcelain.

"Well, I'll be damned," Lilia chuckled, his voice cracking with emotion. "I never thought I'd be a father again. But I'm glad to meet you, little one. What's your name?"

Yuri giggled and and beamed at his touch. "My name's Yuri," she said, her voice sweet as honey.

"Yuri," Lilia repeated, his heart swelling with emotion. "What a beautiful name for my beautiful girl," he reached up to fondle her hair. "You know, Yuri," Lilia said, his voice growing serious. "I may not have been there for you when you were born, but I promise I'll always be here for you from now on. No matter what happens, I'm your father, and I'll always love you darling."

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notzawzark · 4 months

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hell yeah i love Gay Men In Greyscale!

its really hard tk tell whats happening in the first one but i spenf two hours (literally half of my WHOLE LIFE) drawinf it, so im NOT gonna change anything

in the second one theyre at a conference and neither of them are wearing lab coats cause i hate drawing lab coats

more art dump below

i literally spent THE WHOLE DAY drawing them, so a very tottally absolutely sosososososoososo productive day.

i tried colorinf one of the images above but i both got bored and found it to dificult so its really lazy

also unfinished portrait, theres a clef one too but looks really off and slimy, not even in a self deprecating way 😭, i realised about half way thru how uncanny it looked and just decided to keep going cause i was to lazy to start over.

i drew icwberg and gears too, but im still figuring out exactly how i want the both of em to look so i wont really be posting those till then

#scp fanart #scp fandom #alto clef #dr alto clef #dr kondraki #clefdraki #kinda just a lil bit #benjamin kondraki #scp dr clef #scp art #fanart #dr clef #scp #scp doctors #scp foundation

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 24 days

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Seventeen & matching/couple items

💕Who; seventeen (individually) x gender-neutral reader 💕What; soft thoughts about the couple items they'd have with their significant other 💕Wordcount; around 1.5k altogether 💕Warnings; none! I didn't even swear in this, go me

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N; this wasn't supposed to be a whole thing which is why there's no capitalisation, plus it's almost 2 am so I am not about to go through and change the style now

seungcheol; definitely rings. i imagine something simple and in silver with both of your initials on the inside so it's more subtle but he can still look down at it when he needs the strength you give him but he's also always giving you his hoodies/jackets/hats and will buy another of any you refuse to give back so you wind up matching that way too but only intentionally in private. cheol likes to show you off but only to those he trusts and loves because he only wants you to feel the love you deserve

jeonghan; jackets, like matching bomber-style jackets with cute embroidery and maybe your names embroidered on them somewhere. but he often steals yours so you have to wear his just so that he can see his name on you he'll definitely come up to you one day like "babe, let's get matching tattoos" only to show you a packet of temporary tattoos he got for some change in a machine. the designs are all clearly aimed at children but you both wind up with arms dotted in these cute little matching images

joshua; something sweet and handmade because it means more. yes, im talking about his handmade bracelets, or beaded keychains you made for each other one lazy afternoon full of giggles as you make each other the most atrocious keychains in a competition to make the worst just for the fun of it. yet you both still adore the keychain gifted to you because the other made it and wear it proudly on your favourite/daily bags omg mugs, every morning(if you live together) he gets up earlier than you on purpose just so that he can make sure that he can make you both your morning beverages(regardless of if you drink hot drinks or not) in the matching mugs. he smiles sleepy and content at you every time without fail as he watches you sip at your mug with the sweet phrase on that matches his own

junhui; i don't know why but i suddenly imagined matching plushies and that feels right. maybe you happened to both win the same one during an arcade date in a claw machine but now you both sleep with that same one on your bed even if it's for an anime neither of you has watched i don't imagine jun purposely getting matching items because it wouldn't really occur to him as he's never felt the need to boast, he's happy with you and he hopes you're the same though when you're out together wandering around stores and see little decor you both like, he'll rush to buy you one each so your living spaces matches. (he's really just slyly making your homes similar enough that it won't seem like such a difference when he asks you to move in)

soonyoung; i actually think he'd be quite subtle with it tbh. he'd give you a tiger plushie keychain to attach to your bag and he'd have a matching one of your favourite animal on his own and will always fiddle with it mindlessly and think of you. so it actually wears out quite often and he has to geta new one. though he keeps the damaged ones in a secret box under his bed because it'd feel like throwing a piece of you out, he really does link the cute little plushie to you so much he might also like something like bucket hats/beanies that match but in simple designs/colours so although you two know they're purposely matching, others will just see you both in plain black bucket hats and think nothing of it other than an easy to happen coincidence

wonwoo; wonwoo would definitely want something just for you two that isn't necessarily an obvious couple item. maybe a cute little enamel badge on his favourite jacket and you have the same on your daily bag also matching gaming headphones because how can i not mention that? even if you don't really game, he'll buy a set he's had his eyes on for ages aimed at couples, with the matching stands and keeps both on his desk so he can look over at your one even if you're not there. always makes him smile to himself and perk up even if he's about to rage quit a game

jihoon; another simple subtle kind of guy. i'm imagining something like braided leather-look bracelets with silver beads with a heart etching which he only takes off to shower/swim and will glare at any stylist who tries to convince him to remove it another one with matching headphones but in this case it's more that jihoon bought you a pair specifically for his studio so that you can listen to what he's working on with him without any outside noises disturbing your peace like can happen with the speakers. sometimes he subtley removes his own when he plays songs you already know just to hear you singing along softly while you do work on your laptop without realising he's listening to you utterly enamoured

seokmin; necklaces, probably multiple of them but his favourite is one of those where you shine a light through the gem and it projects a chosen photo onto the wall or something. the amount of times the others have found seokmin tucked up in a dark corner somewhere awkwardly trying to use the light on his phone to shine through the necklace without removing it is unreal. cute boy just wants to see the first photo you two ever took together for comfort <3 but i also imagine that one upon a time you two were in a store and he saw novelty hats and he didn't manage to slyly buy them for you both because he kept giggling so you found out before he made it to pay but you let him buy them because he looked to happy. so now you both have a novelty hat hanging proudly in your homes, you don't wear them but it makes you both smile to look at

mingyu; everything. he'll want every possible matching couple item. hoodies, bags, hats, rings, bracelets(im emotionally attached to the one he gives reader in this fic i wrote), necklaces, phone cases. omg phone cases, that's his favourite and you can bet there's multiple of them and he matches them to his outfit so every morning you get a selfie of his outfit, but not the case because he likes to make a game out of seeing if you'll guess the correct case to put on your phone that day to match (you always do)

minghao; i feel like he'd like matching necklaces or bracelets, something delicate and simple but full of meaning for you both. he'd especially love a necklace long enough that he can hold the pendant over his heart as he thinks of you when you're apart and hopes you're thinking of him too but he'd also like to make something, maybe one of you buys an embroidery kit one day for you two to try something new together and you personalise matching premade little zip bags(coin purse/toiletry bag idk what you'd call them) to gift each other. obviously as it's your first attempt at embroidery, they don't turn out that great but minghao proudly carries him around all the time with whatever little items he may need during the day and doesn't want to lose in his bag

seokmin; i have no idea why but my brain said shoes and now honestly that seems so random but i can't let it go now so you have matching shoes, a variety to match a range of outfits. They may not be exactly the same(though some are) but they're similar enough to work. seungkwan always smiles dopily to himself then plays it off and side eyes you when you tease him for it, though he's realyl fighting hard not to smile because he really loves the unique way to match with you also matching scarf/gloves/hat sets for the cold weather because he loves bundling you up so you're all cosy snug. the matching aspect is just a happy bonus and definitely always leads to loads of selfies with your matching pink cheeks and noses barely in view under the thick scarves

vernon; t-shirts, band tees, graphic tees, plain ones. just t-shirts. it started because you always stole his and he didn't realise it was because they're his so he bought you the same ones and took his back, only for you to swap them out next time. but he knows now and buys two of pretty much every t-shirt he buys though makes sure to wear one a handful of times before giving that one to you because he knows you like things he's worn he's also the type i think to like carrying a photo of you two in his wallet/tucked hidden into his phone case, like a photobooth one and obviously you have the other half of the strip in your own

chan; honestly, i think chan would just be happy to do whatever you want with matching. he thinks it's cute as hell to match with his partner but he won't really be the one to actively bring it up, just hint "oh look, babe, that couple have matching jackets, isn't that cute?" until you get the hint and ask him to get something matching with you, though he still has you lead it just anything at all would be his favourite regardless of if it was just a cheap prize keyring from the arcade or expensive brand new phones just to match, he won't care so long as he gets to show off that you two belong to each other

A/N- if you liked this, don't forget to let me know so that I know to try and do more things like this & also reblog so others can enjoy it too!

And if you have ideas/suggestions for seventeen content, feel free to send me an ask to help inspire me to write! (or just scream at me about the ideas if you want and I'll likely scream back with a continuation with your own thoughts tbh)

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overandundertarot · 1 year

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Future Spouse; Now vs When you meet them.

A quick pick a card to find out how your future spouse is doing now vs what they'll be feeling/how they'll be doing when you meet them.

Pick a card( 1-5)

Pile One

Cards; Page of Swords, Temperance.

Right now your future spouse may have a very playful attitude towards life. They don't take things too seriously, especially their relationships. It's like a game to them. I'm picturing this kind of sarcastic/witty person who repeats after people in a mocking tone and doesn't like 'serious' topics because they are too boring. When you meet them they will have for sure grown out of this attitude and adopted a more balanced approach to life. They'll be more mature and have a greater sense of inner purpose and appreciation for the quieter things in life. They may be more into slow living. They may live near a beach as well.

Pile Two

Cards; 4 of wands, Knight of swords.

The changes in your future spouse from now till when you meet them are quite subtle. Right now, they have this happy, stable and optimistic outlook on life. I'm getting that its overall very good for them right now and they are trying to branch out and do something of their own. They have a lot of support, especially from their family and friends. (they may be from a wealthy family) This sense of love and support is definitely reflected in their personality; they're a bright, joyful and loving person. When you meet them, they will have matured a bit, so that their youthful optimism has turned into ambition. Things kind of come easy to this person, I'm not sure if they're just naturally lucky or again, it could be their family. I'm also getting that they could have used networking/connections to further their career since they are so friendly/outgoing.

Pile Three

Cards; The magician reversed, 5 of pentacles reversed.

Right now your future spouse may be feeling blocked. I'm getting the image of someone who has dreams and ambitions they want to accomplish but they just can't seem to get it right, they may also be falling into depression. There is something about their potential that's unrealised. To be honest, they may be a bit lazy right now; not using the tools at their disposal. When you meet your future spouse they could be at rock bottom. They would have finally started to work towards what they want but their recent projects could have failed. I'm seeing that it could be something artistic/unconventional. Despite their recent failures they still don't give up because they don't want to have any more regrets. Which is good because around the time you'll meet they'll be getting the opportunity for a major collaboration that will bring them alot of support. Its like meeting you was their good luck charm.

Pile Four

Cards; 7 of swords, The Empress.

Right now your future spouse is independent. They prefer to work alone and could be quite crafty as well. They've built a web of protection around themselves, and this was in repsonse to them trying to navigate through life. It's just the natural approach they've picked up, Im getting that they may not even be aware that they have a tendency to self isolate. Could be the type of person to end up doing things by themselves because no one else is doing it right by their standards. It's like they're kind of in their own world. This person could be neurodivergent. When you'll meet them they will have flourished. They'll be much more open and emotionally developed and aware, but they'll still be very introverted and it may not be apparent at first glance that they could be this amazing person with a rich inner world. I'm seeing that they will have leaned more into their eccentricities. People may overlook this person a lot because they're so quiet. Despite them going through all that emotional development, they may not be so open to love when you two meet and it could take some time before you can reach their heart.

Pile Five

Cards; 8 of swords, 7 of wands, 10 of wand reversed.

Right now your future spouse is in a mentally confusing situation. They feel they are trapped but they actually have a way out. I'm getting that they are failing to see the bigger picture. They may also have very narrow world view and could be bogged down by what they were taught to do? What's coming forward is someone who was told from childhood that things were a certain way and a certain way only so that its ingrained in them to only believe in that way of life/those values. Like someone who was told since chilhood to follow a certain career path or someone who was raised with conservative views. These values are causing them distress first of all because they are interacting with the outside world and people who won't tolerate their bullshit.(💀) And second of all because they're starting to understand that they were conditioned as a child and could have just been following a mold that they don't even really believe in. So, right now they're in denial of all this and are trying to go back to what they knew as a child but its not providing the safety it used to, because their perspective is unknowingly changing. They have a lot of work to do to heal their inner child. When you meet them they will have come to a decision and may be actively fighting against these values that they grew up with. They will have become much more reckless and ambitous and will be seeking to explore the world and especially themselves. They'll be questioning everything and trying to find the deeper meaning and reasons behind actions and concepts because they don't want other people and them to ever be conditioned into someone they're not. They dont ever want to be caged or manipulated again. They'll also be following their own path in life; this could be career/ personal friendships/ travelling. They may be a lawyer as well( for a few of you).

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*The pictures are not mine I found them on pinterest.

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astraldes · 1 month

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What process do you use when your colouring art…?

Btw just a disclaimer, I don't have very good foundation and just "trial and error" most drawings. But... here u go anyway ;)

I start with flat colours, then add some slightly darker/lighter zones to separate front and back when there is overlap of the same colour in different objects. This also is used to show whats in front or behind. I may add ambient occlusions if needed, but cause the drawing's already dark enough I won't put it.

Then slap a multiply layer on top, in this case I use light purple. Then add another add/colour dodge layer above of it. Sometimes I just use a brighter flat colour for the light, that way I don't need to add any extra details in the light section. I normally do some iterations for the lighting before going forward (if im not lazy...)

Sometimes this phase is done before cleaning up the base flat colours, but I can come back and fix that afterwards (but generally only before adding details, else things get complicated and messy)

Now details: I usually add a border around the lit areas (the colour for that is usually slightly less/more saturated, or a colour adjacent to the light colour on the colour wheel)

Then I add extra folds, textures, or reflected light in places that look a little too flat still. And the final image usually starts coming together at this point.

I like sorta changing the colour just a liiiiittle bit in some places that still need extra detail. See the purple inside?

Sometimes during this phase I find that the lighting I chose isn't ideal, and I change it like I did in this drawing. So the details, colour dodge and base colours are on different layers to not affect everything when one changes.

And its done! I hope it helps, but you can probably find way better explained versions online.

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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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Sweet Pervert O’ Mine

a/n: i shamelessly want and need to peg this man so bad ughhhHHHH this is annoying. sorry it took so long to finish, i like being detailed. also twitter link at end >:)

summary: Eddie is a horny bastard for a boyfriend who likes being pegged roughly any chance he can get, even if that means your little game of “this or that” while you cuddle has to get interrupted by your dirty thoughts.

includes: sub eddie, pegging, 2 rounds, hair pulling, crying, mommy kink, slight choking, spit, praise kink, anal fingering, eddie gets called a pervert (like only 4 times), some pegging position changes, prostate stim, some nipple stim, eddie is a damn masoch!st, reader is both mean and soft dom

word count: enough. did you see the “includes”? this 2 ROUNDS chile, im horny and ready to go.

"Hmm... ok I got one. Weed or alcohol?" you ask Eddie as you lay on your right side, eyeing his side profile as he stares up at the celling of his room. He’s laying fully on his back, his ringed left hand resting on your thigh as it lays over his bare torso. He just showered and is only shirtless in sweat pants. His eyebrows furrow into a thinking face as he contemplates if he likes being drunk or high better.

"Huh.. I think I like being high better," Eddie starts, still looking at the ceiling, “because I know I’m a lot more creative when I’m high. I’m just a lazy stumbling mess when I’m wasted.” a small smile creeps onto his lips as he remembers little, yet embarrassing, memories of his drunk words and actions.

Your eyes never break away from his face. The way his chin and cheeks wrinkle when he smiles, his pink lips curling, his white teeth showing, all of it, makes you grin softly at him.

“Yeah, I believe that. How about...” your voice trails off as you think of another question, “a new tattoo or a tongue piercing?”

His eyes squint as he imagines either one. His lips press together, contemplating what he’d even get as a new tattoo if he had the chance. He then switches to thinking about how a tongue piercing would feel against your skin.

He’s always kissing and licking it, which he knows makes you squirm, but he wonders how it would feel with a tongue piercing. He grins at the extra pleasure the metal bead would bring to you if his curly head was between your legs, licking your slit up slowly until the bead glides effortlessly over your clit. He thinks about how you might whine if it slid over your nipple before he harshly sucks it, or how you might shiver if it rolls against your neck.

“Tongue piercing. With out a doubt.” he answers, a suggestive smile now on his side profile.

“Oh yeah?” you challenge that look on his face, wondering what he’s thinking that got him so smug. His head turns left on his pillow so his face is alined with yours, big brown eyes now looking at you. They dart to your lips and back up to your eyes so quickly that if you blinked you would have missed it. That smile on his face makes the fat under his eyes become defined.

“Yeah.” his voice is is raspy and innocently suggestive. If anyone else heard it, they wouldn't think twice, but when you hear it, you know it means something else. Something definitely got him thinking, but he’s talking as if everything is normal. At least, he’s trying to, because he’s never been good at hiding his arousal.

Fine. If he wants to play faux innocent, then you will too.

"So then... do you want me to peg you with your face shoved in the pillow, or hovering above it?" Your eyes still look at his own, watching his reaction.

"wha- y/n?" His eye brows raise, making his eyes go big with them.

"Oh! Or....” your eyes look away, head turned as you stare up, making a face of ‘hmmm let me think’ as if you’re not asking anything more than a normal question. “Do you want to jerk yourself off while I peg you, or, do you like it better when I do it for you?"

His face gets hot at the images you're suddenly putting in his head. The hand he had resting on your thigh involuntarily squeezes it lightly. His eyes blink in a flustered confused manner. Your own eyes turn back to meet his, a small half smile on your face, littered in artificial innocence. You noticed how his lips are now parted slightly in surprise and disbelief.

This just makes you want to push him further.

"How about this- praise kink or mommy kink ?" You say the last 2 words with a completely different tone than the words before. The lids of your eyes now sink lower, relaxed, as your fake grin is replaced with a softly suggestive one.

He gulps, his heart skips a beat. His face looks like his brain just overheated and crashed. He can’t think of anything except all the dirty thoughts you put in his head. His left hand that was once squeezing lightly is now firmer on your thigh as his head turns away from you. His face had a strained smile on it before it turns away, as if the thoughts in his head are giving him some sort of pain. His right hand squeezes at both of his temples and he lets out a pained sigh, and you giggle at his display. He seriously hopes you brought your strap in that bag of yours that’s resting on the floor.

“Jesus, babe.” he says very quietly under his breath. The hand that was pressing on his temples drags down his face, pulling his skin with it making it look saggy. “You’re fuckin’ dirty.” his voice is muffled under his large veiny palm.

“That’s not an answer, Eddie.”

"Well, shi- fuck, obviously I'm going to say both for everything!" He stutters over his words. His hand waves in the air to help make gestures for his point.

"Good." You shift your thigh that's on him to the side of his hip as you slide up over him and to straddle his lower body. Your crotch is sitting right on top of his while both your clothes separate you. He begins to speak as your fingers slide up to his bare chest, tracing his black widow spider tattoo.

“So...” he starts, “you brought your -uh, your strap, then? Right?” he sounds accidentally desperate, as if he was trying to play it cool but just couldn’t.

God, he’s so cute.

A smile slowly spreads onto your face while you look down at him. Your hands halt from tracing his skin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, tough guy?”

He huffs out a singular heh as a response to your teasing, then bashfully closes his eyes with a shake from his head. “Whatever, y/n.”

Your hands move again, but this time down his body. The flats of your palms sail over his barely visible abs under his smooth, warm skin, rising and falling as he calmly breathes.

He watches you above him, looking at his body with something similar to lust in your eyes. His hands are on your thighs with his thumbs brushing up and down, fondly. He gulps, beginning to think about how he wants you on him, kissing him and marking up his neck...

“Kiss me?” his voice comes out quiet and gentle. You can tell he’s pleading for you rather than commanding you. It makes your heart warm up with fondness at how gentle he is.

You lean down and slide one hand up to his face while the other finds a place on his chest. You bring your lips to his full pink ones and kiss him at your own pace. It’s calm and intimate at first, just taking your time kissing his warm and smooth lips. You can feel the air from his nose fan over your lips, his mouth barely opens wider to accept more of your own.

His decorated hands still sit on your thighs. You tilt your head further to the side to open your mouth more and deepen the kiss while your hand slides down to the back of his skull. This causes Eddie’s hands to move up your back and grip your shirt, balling the fabric in his hands desperately.

Then the kiss gets more greedy. You bite his lower lip and tug it outwards to open his heated mouth for you. You let your tongue come out to slip over his own wet one, causing him to tense up. One of his hands comes up to the back of your neck to push your lips impossibly closer to his, while the other hand slides down your back to grip your ass under your shorts. The action of his greedy hands kneading your fatty muscle makes you groan against his mouth.

The kiss speeds up and you can hear the both of you exhaling heavier. Making out with Eddie like this really is enough to create a layer of slick in your underwear. The kiss was so intense, you had to pull away and place your head to his own as you both caught your breath.

Both your bodies feel too hot against each other now, you and need to shed some clothes. Rushing to quickly take off your shirt, you reveal your bra, leaving both you and Eddie shirtless. His eyes watch you with adoration, then he remembers he needs to take his sweats off. He sloppily shifts under you to tug his sweats down, tongue coming out and poking his upper lip while he focuses on his movements.

He’s left in his plaid underwear while you’re now back to sitting on him, in your bra and shorts. You lean forward to return to kissing him, and his hand curves around the back of your neck, fingers gently touching the base of your skull. They feel so warm and so firm, yet so gentle on you.

You break the kiss just to bring your lips to the thin, and sensitive skin of his pulsing neck. His flesh is hot against the wetness of your lips as you scatter passionate kisses on him. He moves his head more out in the opposite direction, as if to ask for more attention on his neck.

Your hot breath and wet lips against his neck makes his stomach flip. His hands are flat on the skin of your back, holding on to you as he begins to feel harsh sucks of his skin between your teeth. His body twitches from your hickeys, eyes rolling shut in pleasure. Suddenly, his mouth falls open and he lets out a gasp.

“Damn, sweetheart. You bit me.” he rasps, small smile on his face.

You grin on his neck and place a sweet, gentle kiss on your bite mark. “You liked it.”

He gets butterflies at your observation, blood rushing to the semi in his underwear. He loves it when you bite him. Something about seeing the reddish pink teeth marks on his pale skin in the mirror just makes him feel giddy.

You kiss down his neck to his collar bone, leaving a bite just below the bone itself, where the skin is most thin. His eyes shut at the feeling, letting a small groan out before reopening them. Your kisses don’t falter at all. They eventually get down to just above his nipple, dirty thoughts now running through your own head as you look at the pink bud, now stopping your kisses.

You look up at his large deep eyes, which have flickered down to your own, confused as to why you stopped kissing his skin suddenly.

You ask him a question, revealing your thoughts, “Can I bite these too?”

He cant even find the words to answer you. He was already hoping you were going to do that, especially sine he’d be far too embarrassed to ask. He mentally curses at the shyness your question brings.

He responds with a needy, breathy, singular word, almost too quiet to hear --

“please.”

Oh fuck, he’s so damn cute when he does that.

Your wet lips wrap around his nipple, while you let your tongue come out to roll over his bud as you suck. His back jolts off the mattress as he feels the heat of your mouth on his sensitive nipple.

His ringed hands make way to the back of your head and he breathes out a shakey exhale. You begin to use your teeth to ever so gently bite, testing out how much pressure he really needs since he’s sensitive. His face scrunches at the feeling, then soon relaxes when your teeth are replaced by your tongue. His hands that are on your head begin to lightly push your face further into his shaking chest, silently begging for you not to stop.

You release his nipple from your mouth, only to put the now flushed red bud back between your lips even harsher than before. Your mouth fills the air with sucking sounds until your teeth bite again, this time tugging the flesh out as far as it can go before snapping back onto his chest.

“ah- ouch...” he whimpers. You look up as his face, expecting to see a pained one, but you’re surprised instead. His eye brows are arched downward at the edges, and his eye lids droop from arousal. His face looks fucking pornographic.

“You ok?”

He nods. “Just sensitive.. but don’t want you to stop..” his voice comes out airy and light, quite a contrast from his usual self.

You move to suck on his opposite nipple, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys on your way to it. You do the same to that one as you did to the previous. Each movement of your tongue and teeth draws out pained and pleasured noises from Eddie. His back arches and twists into your body.

Once you’re done, you place wet open mouth kisses up his body, leaving a trail of saliva until you reach his neck, kissing up the column of his throat once you get to his chin. You lift your head to look up into his eyes.

“So....” you start, “why were you curious about my strap?”

He jokingly rolls his eyes. “Why do you think? Don’t get clueless with me, babe.”

“I think... it’s because you wanna fucked ruthlessly by me, babe.” you mock him slightly, with a smile on your face.

“Oh ‘ruthlessly’?” he challenges, but his voice is laced with playfulness. “Let’s see it then, y/n.”

“Yeah I’ll show you, alright.” You say playfully, lifting your torso up to slip your shorts off, now leaving you in only a bra and underwear. “No mercy from me, Munson.” He likes it that way anyway.

When you make your way back on top of him, you look down at Eddie. He’s eyeing your near naked body as he whistles flirtatiously at it.

“Pervert.” you tease.

“Whaaat? That’s never seemed to be a problem with you...” he says suggestively.

You smile, "Shut up."

You lean your body forward to ghost your lips over his plump pink ones before letting them touch. Teasing him, you pull your head back each time he tries to kiss you deeper, harder, faster, rougher, anything he can try, but it all fails. Your hand moves down his torso, to his clothed lower body, but he’s too distracted by your teasing to focus on your hands.

He pouts at you, wanting you to let him kiss you. “sto- oh! Shit..”

Before he can finish pouting, your hand has already traveled under the hem on his underwear to grip his semi hard shaft. Once you do, you finally let his lips met yours firmly. You let him kiss you however he wants, and for him, that means a sensual kiss with tongue.

He starts to breath heavier through his nose due to the rushed kiss, as well as your palm groping on his hardening dick. His hands touch your bare back, squeezing at you above your rib cage, rings adding more texture to his warm large hands.

You break the kiss, feeling his saliva on your lips. The saliva from your mouth that was on his own pink tinted lips gets licked up by him.

“Take these off.” You say referring to his underwear.

He chuckles and responds to your order flirtatiously. “Yes ma’am.”

Your hips raise off him so you’re sitting up straight on just your knees as he slides his underwear down to his feet, shaking them off. You then swing your legs back so your thighs are behind his own, similar to a missionary position.

He’s now fully bare, underneath you, legs spread so you can fit between them while you’re only in your bra and underwear. You lean down and he automatically crosses his legs around your back to keep you close to him. Your head hovers inches over his face as your hand comes to slide over his throat, barely choking him.

“Open” you say, eyes looking at his lips.

He obediently open his mouth, tongue lolling out, eyes crossing to look at your own lips. You let spit fall from your pursed lips and land in his mouth. His blunt finger tips tighten their grip on your back, feeling completely wild at your dirty actions. You mutter a ‘good boy’ to him before you let your mouths meet for an extremely heated kiss.

As you make out, you prop yourself up on your forearm while your other hand that was on his throat releases him and slides down his chest, finger tips lightly grazing over his pecs to his abdomen. His hands hold both sides of your head, then one of his arms snake around your neck, while his other palm holds your cheek. Your own palm then lays flat on his happy trail, coming to a halt from grazing his torso.

You pull your lips away from him. “Unhook your legs and spread them more.” you mutter against his lips. He releases your body from his legs, opening his thighs as close to the sheets below them as he can, allowing his hole to be better exposed for your hand. You lower your lips to kiss him again, rewarding him for his obedience.

As you kiss him, your palm lowers even further, past his shaft. Your middle finger ghosts over his hole, making his hips jolt at the sudden contact. You smile into the kiss, now aware of the effect your fingers have on him. Your mouth then bites his lower lip, tugging it back so his mouth gapes open, allowing your tongue to slip in. Your middle finger returns to his hole, now applying more pressure.

You circle his rim slowly, making him inaudibly whimper into your mouth, sounds muffled into your kiss. His ringed hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, needing something to hold onto. His forearm that was slung over your shoulders is still there with his hand griping your skin, blunt nails pressing into the smooth flesh.

His back is arching off the sheets. It curves into your torso, letting your nearly bare skin feel his own. You let the finger pad of your middle finger try to pry its way into his hole. He’s tight, but once the pad of your finger is swallowed, you slowly and gently wiggle it around to get him to loosen.

You feel his breath speed up as well as his kissing. He was growing impatient and needy, something that always tends to happen when the pervert gets his ass played with.

“more...” he says into your mouth, immediately going back to kissing. You let him for a short while until you pulled away from the kiss, looking into his eyes.

“I have to get up and grab the lube then.” Your bag that you brought has both your strap and lube, but its on the floor at the edge of the bed. He fake pouts, lower lip coming to push as you get off of him to grab your bag. He misses your warmth and smiles once you return between his thighs. Your lube is being squeezed into your finger that was previously teasing him. You let it smear around as you sit up. Your butt is on your heels and thighs under his legs.

You put the lube down and place your hand on his hip, while your lubed middle finger comes back to his hole. Your eyes look to his face as the pressure of your finger returns to him, wiggling its way half in. He blinks rapidly for a second as he adjusts, staring at your hand between his legs. You push your finger in all the way to your knuckle and he gasps, gripping your forearm on his hip.

He’s still a little tight, so you let your finger stay all the way in and move it around so his muscles can relax. Eddie’s eyes clench as his stomach flexes from the sensation. You just watch the whole thing through heavy eyelids, softly smiling at his reactions.

As your forearm is still in his warm grip, he looks up at you. His face warms up at your stare, making him suddenly aware of the position he’s in. His lover is sitting up between his spread legs, while he’s completely exposed to her, with her finger curling in him, and he loves it. The way you look down at him while he’s completely exposed and open to you, reddish pink bite marks on his chest and hickeys on his neck. Even when you still have some clothing items on, it makes him aware of your dominance over him.

Then fact that you’re in control- fuck, it makes him bite his lip and wish for you to wreck him. Still, he’s embarrassed by his thoughts.

“Stop looking at me like that..” he utters quietly, voice wavering as it holds back a whimper.

“Like what?” your tone is patronizing. You begin to pull your finger out to the pad of your finger tip. Before he can respond, you slide it back in, interrupting his thoughts. You keep finger fucking him, feeling him relax more as you sped up.

His mouth falls open, but before he can let a noise slip out, he tucks his lower lip under his teeth, preventing him from showing his true pleasure. Holding his moans back just makes you want to be rougher with him, until he goes from holding back moans to not being able to stay silent. You grab the lube again and pull your finger out. He sighs at the loss of contact.

You squeeze lube onto your middle and pointer finger, smearing it together on both. You slowly push both fingers in, rubbing circles on the back of his thigh with your opposite hand. He whines softly and his hands fist at the sheets under him.

“Almost there Eddie, just relax.” you try to soothe him as you pump your fingers in an out.

He groans a pitchy groan, getting impatient with your slow pace. He rolls his hips into your fingers, thighs closing towards each other by a few inches. His large hands now move behind his legs to grip your thighs, veins showing as he squeezes your skin.

“Aw, pretty boy. You want something?” you cock your head to the side as you eye him. His large brown eyes look up at you as he nods meekly.

“faster...” he croaks.

You pump your fingers in and out of him faster, and his body reacts in the most erotic way. His legs start to spread open wider, automatically. His head slips back further into the pillows, exhaling deeply with open mouth breaths. His ringed hands slide off you to go on the under parts of his thighs as they squeeze the muscle there and spread himself more open. He finally lets his noises come out.

“mmm- ah fuck-!” he groans as he huffs out fast breaths. His ears turn a cute shade of pinkish red as he hears the wet sounds from his hole being fingered by you. His right hand releases his thigh as it comes down to touch his shaft, fucking his fist to the pace of your fingers.

He looks at you, eyes needy, mouth open and panting. “Please fucking kiss me...” his voice is trembling. You lean down with a smile and pin your lips to his puffy pink ones. When your lips meet, he starts to fuck himself faster, groaning and whining into the kiss. His sloppy kiss, arching back, and speed of his hand under your stomach shows that he’s ready for something more.

As your fingers still pump in him, you pull your head back, hovering over his slightly red face. His breath fans on your mouth as he looks up with a haziness to him, only focusing on the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Looks like you’re having fun.” you tease him, which pulls him out of subspace. He’s suddenly back to reality, bringing his unoccupied hand to his hair, bashfully covering his face with it. His head attempts turning to the side to go as far into the pillow as he can, which isn’t too far given his position.

“Aw Ed, you’re so cute,” your fingers stop moving inside of him. “but let me see you.”

He desperately needs the pleasure you bring him to come back, so he slowly moves his head back to face you, then tugs his curls away. He looks up at you though half lidded eyes pressing his lips into a flat line as he softly smiles. You could have sworn he almost looked stoned, just high of your fingers.

You smile at him, fingers now retuning to their pace, loosening him up even more. His eyes roll back just before they shut close. His mouth falls open as he lets out a raspy groan.

“You want the strap now?” you question.

He nods rapidly. “Mhmm” is all he can say, sweet thing is just so lost in the pleasure already.

You twist your torso and turn to grab the strap, slipping your fingers out of him. You undo the strap and it slip around your hips, fastening it around your upper thighs. You squeeze lube onto the dildo and lather it. Now that its adjusted to your body and slicked up, you place your hands on the thin skin below the back of his knees, holding his legs open. You let the tip of the firm semi-realistic anal dildo press up against his open hole.

Both his warm hands move to your waist, his right one is still wet with his pre cum. Ringed fingers curl around your smooth skin to grip it as you settle between his raised thighs. You begin to roll your hips forward, pushing the dildo inside him while watching his face.

His teeth grit at the pressure of his walls being filled. He can feel the small bumps and veins of the strap giving extra stimulation to him. He whines lowly, barely hearable. You slowly bottom out, the base of the strap now fully in him.

“Are you ok, Ed?”

He nods. You take it as a sign to pull out to the tip, and push back in, nice and easy. You start with slow thrusts, fingers squeezing the back of his knees to steady yourself. He huffs with every roll of your hips, tongue darting out to lick his lips that dry a bit when he breathes out.

You begin to feel less resistance from the muscles in his hole, showing you that he’s starting to adjust to the size. Keeping your thrusts at their slow pace, you start slide out easy, but enter back punctuating harsher. His legs twitch in your palms at your sudden harshness. This makes his dark eyes open wide, looking up at the celling, then to you while you smile at him.

His bangs are messy and his hair is scattered across the pillow under him, guitar pick necklace sticking to the sweat on his hickey covered chest. His fingers curl around your waist rougher, eyes now squinting in pleasure, blunt fingers digging into your sides. His mouth has fallen open, tatted chest rising as he pants.

“hnngg, y/n- gonna go insane if you don’t - mmf” his moans interrupt him, “if ya don’t go faster, damn it.” he groans this time, glistening chest of his vibrating, causing your ears to warm up at his cute noises.

He looks so fucking good under you. Eyes shut, holding on to you for dear life, face heating up- god damn it. He’s perfect.

“Is that how you ask, Eddie?” your tone is soft and sweet, contradicting to your intentions and harsh thrusts.

“mmm..” he full on whines, such a needy and pornographic whine, so desperate for you to go faster. “please mommy... I want it... go faster...”

“There it is, good boy.” you praise.

Your hands move from off his thighs to his waist area of his lower body, pressing firmly on him to adjust your legs and change your angle so you can move faster. You begin to fuck him faster, breath speeding up to accommodate to your pace. His warm hands on your waist begin to feel damp with both of your light sweat mixing under his palms. His eyes shut harshly, beginning to feel a slight wetness at the base of his thick eyelashes.

He reopens them to look up at you, eyebrows and eyelids downturned. “mmm fuck, thank you,” he moans out, trying to catch his breath at the same time. You cant help but smile down at him and think about how good submission looks on his fucked out face.

Your thrusts don’t falter, keeping their moderate speed. His legs are still spread open, uncrossed around your body. They unsymmetrically lay out wide on either side of you, one twitching from the pleasure. He’s groaning, head turning to hide his face in the pillows. You notice how his dick isn't receiving any attention from his hand anymore. It’s still very hard, slight glimmering of precum at the pinkish tip of it. Your eyes move back up to his semi-hidden face. The pillow isn’t effective in hiding his shut eyes and slightly drooling mouth.

“Don’t hide your pretty face, baby,” you coo, “let me see it...”

Eddie’s head slowly rolls, exhaling heavily through his mouth before it finally stills, facing you. A few curls from his bangs are wet at the tips, touching his forehead while the rest of his hair is pulled down the sides of his face, laying on the pillow thanks to gravity. The corner if his pretty pink mouth has a drop of drool, which you bend over to lick up.

You rise back up, still thrusting into him, seeing his body move back and forth with each thrust. You hold eye contact with him as your right hand moves off his side to grip his dick, starting to pump it firmly. His brown eyes can no longer stay open with the extra stimulation.

“Fuck, Christ-” his back arches, trying to raise his dick further into your hand. “more, more...” he doesn't even know what he’s moaning for more of, he just feels so good and wants more of that pleasure.

Your hips stop thrusting and your hand stop rubbing him, letting the strap-on stay still inside of him as you reach out for his spread open legs, ready to switch into a different position to give Eddie ‘more’ of whatever it is he’s babbling about.

His head lifts up from the pillow, pretty brown eyes look down at where you’re connected. “W-why’d you stop? What’re you doing?” he whines, sounding like he’s about to cry at the loss of stimulation. You ignore him while you press his thighs into his chest and lean forward, letting the backs of his knees sit above your shoulders. His lower legs and sock covered feet stick up in the air as you hunch into him.

“Stop whining. Take what you’re given, ok pretty boy?” you look down at him, a small smile creeps onto your face. He gets that familiar flutter of arousal in his stomach. Your commanding dominance paired with ‘pretty boy’, it’s enough to make him whisper a curse under his breath.

You’re putting him in a mating press, which automatically angles his hips up, slightly above the mattress so you can stimulate his prostate. Your hands are on the side of his head, careful to not trap his brown curls under them. His large eyes look at where you’re inside him as you slowly ease out and slide back in.

“oooh fuck-” he groans, “that’s good... feels good...” This new angle and pace feels different to him, it won’t let him get all his words out. His inked arms cross over your neck, eyes no longer paying attention to your strap. You make eye contact with his droopy, pleasured, brown eyes and he lifts his chin for your mouth. Your lips meet for a shakey, sloppy, kiss.

Your thrusts speed up while your mouths are still connected, causing him to choke on a moan, letting his mouth wide open for a half second. You slip your tongue in, but he cant keep up with your kiss. He whines against your mouth, all the other noises he makes are muffled while his ringed hand clings to your scalp. He’s absolutely struggling to kiss you back, feeling too good at the sensation of getting fucked like this. Once your mouths finally separate, the muffled noises break free from his plump wet lips, and he rambles, unable to properly put words together.

“nnggh y/n, need more- mmm shit-! faster, harder, please...”

“Shit Eddie, keep begging for me,” you begin to pant.

“Mommy... I need you...” he sounds absolutely pathetic, but he could care less. “...need you harder... harder, baby please-”

You ram into him harder before he can let anymore words out, making you completely flustered by his begging. He gasps and pants short heavy breaths over and over again. His full head of hair is whipping back, further into the pillow, completely exposing his bite covered neck to your lustful gaze.

“Good boy Eddie baby, sound so pretty for me.” you smile as you praise him.

The heat from your bodies being so close to each other makes you both sweat, but hearing his erotic noises makes you create a layer of slick in your underwear. Your strong thrusts and eye rolling speed makes his hips roll into your strap, attempting to match your pace.

One particular roll of his hips has him seeing stars due to the fact that he arched himself right onto his prostate, sending a rush of red hot tingles up and down his body. He looks down and uses his forearms against the mattress to help stable him as he curls his hips up again, lifting his pelvis higher to hit that same spot.

His toes literally curl in his socks, head whipping back, bringing his long hair with him. He tucks his plush lower lip under his upper teeth, trying to hold back tears of pleasure. His pornographic noises are muffled behind his mouth, but his face shows all. Seeing his half open eyes that cant even look at you anymore paired with his downturned dark eyebrows isn't good enough for you though. You need to hear how needy he is, how good he feels, all of it.

“Yeah? Right there, huh?” you taunt, tongue coming out to lick your lips.

He quickly nods his head, letting his damp bangs shake along with him. He stops biting his lip and attempts to focus his eyes on you, blinking rapidly.

“oh fuck, I love it...” his voices sounds raspy and low at first, but with his next words, it gets pitcher and higher with each request. “..keep going, please keep going, ah shit- shit!”

He officially cant keep his eyes open, face contorting and flinching with every shake of his body to your speed, stimulating his prostate. He cant keep his head still either, along with his now trembling legs. He huffs and pants through his wet, freshly bitten lips, creating even more heat between your faces.

Lips tremble as he begs and cries for you, chanting your name and ‘mommy’ over and over again, and boy is he getting loud. Curses fall from his lips, his blazing hands move from the mattress to your back, blunt nails curling into your skin leaving minimal marks. His noises are starting to get too intense.

“Shut up, unless you want the whole park to hear you.” you sneer at the pretty mess of a man below you.

His heart actually skips a beat at the intensity of your words. Eddie gasps, choking on a moan as he desperately tries to hold his voice back.

“damn...” he very lowly mewls out, trying to stay quiet for you, but the idea of people hearing how good you make him feel... It sends a chill down from neck to spine. Eddie reacts to the thoughts you put in his head with a clench around your strap.

You respond to his walls clinging to your dildo with a smirk. “Oh? You’d like that? Pervert.” You start to slow down your thrusts a bit, dragging out slowly all the way to the tip, and curling your hips back in, letting him feel every curve of the dildo-- a sensation you cant give him when you plow into him too fast.

This helps him keep his voice low, for the most part at least. The pleasure of feeling every part of your strap on, slowly and sensually, drives the curly headed pretty boy to a new kind of crazy. His decorated hands on your back relax a little bit, but his face is pleading.

A devilish curl of your lips now paints your heated face as you taunt him, “You want everyone to hear you, huh?” He whines, but much pitchier this time. Your teasing is so cruel, yet so hot to his embarrassed ears. He got caught thinking perverted thoughts about you both, yet it’s making his dick twitch around underneath you. It’s making his chest heave, stomach flip, lips quiver. You start to thrust into him faster again, ending each thrust roughly, causing your skin to slap onto his own. His hands are searching over your body, trying to find a place to hold onto.

Your pace is unforgiving, making it harder for the pervert to stay quiet. “Go ahead, let them hear you.” you pant out to him, “You want that, don’t you?” Just like that, his noises come back. They’re flooding in the room and filling your ears. You notice tears at the lower lids of his eyes, just sitting there, welling up. It’s cute, it’s hot, it’s making you wet.

“Mommy, so good, ha-! fuck yes, right there..!” His legs are back to twitching besides you as he lets his words ramble out his gaping mouth. The sensation of his g-spot being hit over and over again makes his whole body heat up and quiver below you.

“Say my name.” you command from above him, “Let them know who’s fucking you this good.” His tongue is lolling out ever so slightly, eyes glossy and half open, rolling back into his skull. Eddie feels so good that he cant even remember his own name, let alone say yours. All he can do is make sinful broken moans.

“ah f-fuck, oh god...” he chokes on his own voice, stuttering and gasping, “hell yes.. yes, yes- mmm!” His mouth tries to form to the shape of your name, but his lip is quivering so much, it interrupts him.

“C’mon Eddie, almost there baby,” you grow impatient, “or else I’ll stop...” It was only a half empty threat, but it has him snapping out of it quick. He’s shaking his head, basically pleading for you to not stop.

He begins to finally speak clearly as your name falls from his lips several times, only speaking in half sentences. He cries out to you, “fuuuck me... gonna cum, gonna cum-!” You swear he’s loud enough for someone walking by to hear him.

A hand of his lifts off your body to go down and stroke himself, much faster than your thrusts. You can hear his wet dick and short breaths and he tries to near climax.

Your head turns downwards, resting on his sticky forehead to get a view of him pumping himself. He looks so good like this, legs up above your shoulders, touching himself, dildo slipping in and out of him, full body twitching under you.

You cant help it, words just naturally slip from your mouth, “Damn it Eddie, you look perfect... so fucking perfect.”

Your words make him so flustered, driving him impossibly closer to his orgasm. He can barely get another stroke out before he’s squeezing his eyes painfully shut, cumming all over his stomach--which surprises you both. You weren't expecting him to finish so quickly after your sudden sweet compliment, but he does. Flattery works well with him, far too well, because he actually can’t stop cumming.

He’s so lost in his high, and you just keep fucking him through it, skillfully hitting his g-spot multiple times with each roll of your hips. His thighs tremble against your shoulders, and his unoccupied hand comes up to painfully grip the pillow above him. His shoulders have the tips of his hair clinging to them as they shudder from the intensity of the climax. Eddies groans of pleasure are raspy, like he’s losing his voice from all the noise he’s making. Your legs are tired, but you want to-- no, need to keep going. You need to see how long it takes him to milk himself out fully.

His creamy white fluid just keeps spilling past his knuckles and thick fingers, less and less with each pump, dripping to his pubes, still not coming to an end. He almost doesn’t seem to notice how much a load he’s blowing, at least not until his brown eyes open to see small puddles of his cum on his stomach, rolling down the sides of his abdomen. The relatively warm liquid begins to slide dangerously close to dripping on the sheets below him as he finally pumps out the last of his semen. Your hips still at the final drop leaving his leaky red tip.

“Holy fuck, man,” he breathes out quietly, damp eyes blinking lazily like the world is moving in slow motion, “that’s... a lot.”

You let out an out-of-breath chuckle at his observation, still looking down, foreheads still resting on one another. “mhmm, it’s hot.”

His already warm face suddenly gets warmer at your confession. You lift up off him, silicon still inside him as you sit up straight. You start to ease his legs down to the side, still trembling faintly in your hands. You place a kiss to the inside of one of his knees before laying them to rest on the mattress. You slowly pull out but he winces at the emptiness.

His eyes still look a little heavy when you stare at his dazed face. “You ok?” you question, rubbing soothing circles on his inner thighs. He looks at you and nods.

His head barely lifts to look down at his abdomen. “jus’ feel like I should clean this off-”

“nah.” you interrupt.

His pretty eyes meet yours again. “No?” he asks, lifting a confused eyebrow. You nod a him before you start speaking again.

“Leave it, plus-”

You bend down to place a peck on his lips, which makes your strap poke at his lower body for a short second.

“-I’m not done with you yet.” Eddies eyes flutter an ‘oh shit’ look, but you smile down at him, pecking his lips again. “How about a round two, Eds?” Your hand comes up to twist a piece of his slightly damp hair near his face, twirling it twice in between your finger. “Up for it?” your tone is sweet on him.

He softly gulps, all of his tiredness from earlier fades away at the thought of feeling another orgasm like the one you just gave him all over again. Eddies smile matches yours, cute dimples showing while he nods his head. “Oh absolutely, sweetheart.” he turns his face to your hand and places a sweet kiss to it.

“So.. how about you flip over onto your knees for me, hm?”

He lets you help him guide his body into the proper position. His large adorned hands are splayed out flat against the mattress below his dangling head of hair. His neckless sways with his curls as he moves his body, following your guidance. His knees are spread apart, opening his legs far from each other exposing his hole.

The position is unfamiliar to him, since he typically will have you like this more than you would ever have him like this. It makes him feel a little... ‘feminine’ but those thoughts are pushed away once he hears the familiar sounding cap of your lube popping off again.

You sit up behind him and squeeze the lube onto the strap-on before realigning yourself to his entrance. Eddie is still sensitive from his previous orgasm so he really has to brace himself when you re-enter him carefully.

You grip his hips and push yourself in, keeping him still and paying attention to his movements as you watch for any sign of pain. Luckily, this position of his hips makes it far easier to slip inside of him. Even with your gentleness and his already loosened hole, he still feels stretched out until his hole finally swallow up the base of your strap-on.

“Damn Eddie, you swallowed me up so well.” you praise him as you slide out and then back in, gently. “My good boy.” you coo.

Your praise makes him clench his jaw, but you referring to him as ‘my good boy’, with that possessive pronoun at the beginning? Fuck. That makes him get a swarm of butterflies.

His bashful thoughts are interrupted by his own stuttering groan when you slide out slow and ram back in faster, picking up your pace. All Eddie can hear is the short breaths you exhale as you fuck him, and his own quiet whimpers drowned out by skin on skin sounds.

You slide your hand from his hip to over his flexing back, smoothing over the curves of his faint muscle, shoulder blades, and finally the back of his neck. His low hanging head now has your hand on the back of his skull, under his thick hair. Your fingers curl into his hair as you pull it back by the roots, forcing his head up.

He lets out a loud trembling groan at your harshness, feeling his eyes get hot as they clench shut. They slowly blink open, that familiar feeling of teary eyes surges through him, but fuck it turns him on.

“ha- shit..” he croaks, throat dry from all his previous noises of pleasure from the round before. You hear him mumble something else, but its barely audible over all the sounds of sex flooding the room.

You semi-roughly yank at his dark hair in-between your rough fingers, making his whole head jolt backwards before moving back into place. “Speak up, pretty.” you instruct him, almost harshly.

Your fist tugging his scalp is making his back curve into an erotic arch. His locked elbows begin to faintly wobble out of balance as he tries to keep himself propped up in your grip. He repeats what he said louder for you, “so rough mommy.. fuckin’ love it.”

Your eyes widen at his words and you feel like your mind just stutters for a bit, until you quickly recover and speed up your hips. You bring your voice to a whisper, “Fuck, Eddie-” you huff.

He’s moaning loudly at your new speed, fists balling up the sheets under them as his inked arms shudder, making his broad shoulders quake. His head being tilted back by your firm grip on his frizzy waves of curls lets you hear every whimper, whine, and moan.

He lifts a palm to the his sensitive dick and rubs himself once again, trying to match your speed, but he’s so incredibly sensitive that he flinches from his own hand and swallows back a hiss. He quickly recovers and pumps himself again.

Needy boy.

You notice his pulsing arm movements below his stomach. You release his hair and bring your hand back to his hips to keep your thrusts steady. His near teary eyes are now stinging with hot liquid sitting at his lower eyelids. His big eyes blink away the dampness, but they over flow, letting a hot tear slide down his sweaty red face. It stops at the corner of his open pink mouth that his noises are coming out of.

“oh f-fucking shit-” he gasps and lets a whine of your name fall from his lips. Eddies fist keeps pumping, but your legs are tired and your hips have to slow down completely, giving your burning body a rest. Your slow movinh hips let him once again feel all the textured bumps of the dildo, making his wet eyes roll. He grows impatient, needing you to move faster.

“y/n, d-dont stop, please-”

“nope,” you pant out of breath, “you’re gonna have to do it yourself for a while.”

He whines pathetically, “hnng, no y/n, please, I need you-”

“Then work for it, big boy.”

He groans, his fist stops pumping himself as he lowers his torso to settle down on his forearms, hair brushing over his skin and the mattress. Keeping his head up as he arches his back, he lifts his hips up high with your strap on still inside him.

He’s got the prettiest arch you’ve ever seen.

His head turns slightly to the side so you can see his side profile hidden behind his shaggy hair. He starts to rock his body forward and then back onto your strap. His hair shifts back and forth along with his sweaty body.

You just stare down at him with lustful eyes, hands occasionally caressing his skin, not interfering with his movements. You stay as still as possible between his widely spread legs. He starts to pick up his pace, attempting to mirror the pace you were giving him earlier.

“Thats it pretty boy...” you coo, “there you go.” he can hear your devilish smile. Your tone is sweet, but your torture of watching himself fail at trying to make himself feel as good as you can, and not even helping him, is damn near sadistic.

Eddie just cant seem to fuck himself like you do, and this make him visibly impatient. His fists ball up and he lets out whines of disappointment through his closed mouth. You decide to tease him by lazily moving your hips forward to match his weak pace, making your thrusts just as weak as his own. Although the muscles of his ass are firm, you can still notice some of the fat bouncing back to your slapping hips.

Hot.

“mommy please, I can’t-” he starts to sob softly, voice fluctuating making his voice crack, “I can’t do it, give me more- fuck,”

You smile at his pathetic display, stopping your lazy fake thrusts which forces him to return to fucking himself on your strap on his own. You unclip your sweaty bra and slide it off your shoulders. You lean your torso forward as his hips still move under you, purposefully pressing your breasts on his glistening back while your arms are on the side of his own, holding your weight up.

He feels your hardened nipples and swell of your breasts on his skin, but hates that he can’t see them.

He clenches his jaw, “god damn it,” he groans through gritted teeth, “your tits... fuck, sweetheart.” Your head is next to his pink tinted ear as you turn to place your mouth only a centimeter away from it. You nibble and lick at his ear lobe and upper most curve of his ear, making him bite his lips to hold back a moan at the tingling sensation your warm wet tongue gives him.

You whisper directly into his ear, breath fanning over the wet skin, “Bet you like that, huh pervert?” your tone is the most damn sultry and suggestive thing he’s ever heard. It drives him absolutely feral.

He can’t help it. He whines and absolute pitiful noise. He whines at your breasts on him, your words in his ear, your body heat on his own, your fake dick filling his hole that he’s still trying to fuck himself on.

He whimpers out to you, trying to regain his composure. “You’re mean.” he talks back, or at least tries to because his words stutter with his trembling lips.

You smile into his ear. “And you love it.” you tease him. But you’re right, he does love it. Even when you’re mean to him, his toes still curl.

You lift your naked torso off him, moving your hands back to his hips. You start to thrust into him, for real this time, meeting the pace he set for himself. It’s a steady pace, but not what he was hoping for.

Before he can tell you to speed up, you are already doing so. Your hips basically crescendo, skillfully railing into him. His head lifts up, rolling back as far as he can get it, making his jaw hang open.

A noise comes out of him literally every few times your hips meet his bare ass. Seconds later, his head is hanging low again, just inches above the sheets, huffing curses and whines. He tilts his head to the side, letting you see his side profile, riddled with pleasure on his pretty face. He utters a few words to you, out of breath:

“pull my hair... please,”

Fuck. Eddie Munson is the cutest damn thing with the hottest masochistic tendencies.

You bring your hand back to his course hair, finding his scalp and pulling his curls back while you pound into him. His hands grip into anything he can find below them. The sheets, the pillows, anything, just holding on for dear life.

His chin is lifting up, mouth staying open, letting out the prettiest groans.

“hnng fuck,” his voice is scratchy and his words are starting to slur together, “so hot... when you do that..”

You then stop your hips and use your hand in his hair to guide his face to the pillows. His arms upper wobble as he lowers himself onto the softness, face laying flat to the side so one cheek is rested against it. He’s now fully faced down with his ass up, giving you a perfect view of his spread open and arched body.

He tries to question you, but he still can’t speak clearly. “wai- what’re... wha... doing..?”

“Shhh Eddie, just trying to get you more comfortable,” your hand slides off his hair and onto his firm back, keeping him pushed down.

Your hips start up again, rough, hard, and fast thrusts, making him cry from the pleasure. His hot tears slide from his puffy fat of his lower eyes to the pillow case under his cheek, making small puddle drops.

He wants to tell you how good you’re making him feel, how hot this is, how he feels like he’s gonna cum, but he can barely move his mouth. He’s only making sinful, incoherent noises, completely and utterly unable to form words now.

You look at his face, noticing how he tries to move his lips to speak but they don’t even touch. You can tell he wants to say something, but judging by the way his teary brown eyes begin to roll up and pinkish red tongue nearly comes out, you can tell he’s just feeling too good.

You decide to taunt him. “Aww baby, am I fucking you dumb?” you both can practically hear the prideful smile on your face.

He just drools onto pillow, mouth hanging wide letting open mouthed groans and whines fall through, no longer holding them back. His hooded and droopy eye lids hang over his brown eyes, seemingly unable to focus on a single thing. The angled down corners of his eyebrows give away the fact that he barely has any thoughts in that pretty head of his, only able to focus on how good you’re fucking him.

He can’t speak, but the sight below you gives you enough of an answer:

You’re fucking him absolutely stupid.

“You look like you’re about to cum Eddie,” you speak, “gonna cum for me?” he attempts to nod, but it comes out shakey.

“Gonna make another mess, baby?”

“hnnn-” he whines, trying to close his mouth together.

“That’s my good boy.”

His hands curl into the pillow, knuckles going white as his face practically drowns in salty tears and thick drool. His eyes are squeezing shut so tightly that his vision goes white. His mouth starts to move again, rambling curses and high moans. He wails out ‘mommy’ repeatedly, with an occasional ‘fuck’ slipped in. He’s so close. He feels that heated tingling feeling in his stomach again, making his eyes snap open.

This time, he doesn’t even need to touch himself to help him cum. He spilling his load all over the sheets below him automatically, shaft lifting and twitching with every spurt. His groans go from high and pitchy, to deep and strained. You know he’s cumming now so you keep thrusting, fucking him through it until he goes quiet.

Once done, you both freeze in place, taking deep fast breaths through your mouths as you calm your rapidly beating hearts.

You look down at him, and he looks like an absolute mess, which slightly concerns you. You pull out, which makes him wince and you utter a quick apology as you try to shuffle out of your strap so you can check on him. Once its slipped off your body, you crawl to his side while his ass is still in the air. You help his shaking legs move with just one hand, guiding his knee to come out to the side so one leg is out bent against the mattress, and the other lays straight.

He settles onto his smaller puddle of cum below him, which would make him cringe on any other occasion but at the moment, he’s far too tired.

You brush his sweaty curls away from is face and rest your palm lightly on his cheek. Your thumb swipes over some wetness on it, probably a tear.

“You ok, honey?”

His world is once again moving in slow motion though, so he just slowly blinks his wet eye lashes.

“...mhmm, ‘m fine.” He speaks tiredly. you lift your head to kiss the wet streaks on his face, and then his lips.

“You did so good hun, that was fun.” you smile at him.

“That was hot.” he corrects.

You giggle. “You sure you’re ok though? I though I was pretty rough.”

His ringed fingers come up to rub at his eye while his head shifts to a more comfortable position, still facing you. “That’s the best part,” he smiles boyishly, “I prefer you merciless, y/n. One hundred percent.”

You shyly roll your eyes, secretly appreciating that he prefers you rough with him. “Gosh, you dork.”

He laughs through his nose, finding you so cute when you get flustered. His hand lifts to brush his fingers over your face, then slide to the back of your neck, pulling you to his face, about to kiss you.

“But you love me.”

“Sure do.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.●∘◦❀◦∘●.* :☆ﾟ. ───

“flattery works with me.” yes it does, you praise kink having son of a bitch.

Twt link 🙈 how I imagined his arch

anyways y’all, this was 9.8k words 🧍🏽‍♀️ im too horny for a man that doesn’t exist. let me know what details you liked best, and i LOVE when yall reblog with your thoughts so feel free to do so :)

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yummy-teeth · 1 year

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i love to redraw those roblox images so much you have no fucking clue ,, anyways i am trying to experiment w/ how i drawing them so sorry if designs or anything change im just sooooo so silly ((also i was too lazy and tired to draw dave so you just get blurred png💪))

#dsaf #davesport #i can confidently tag this as davesport now woohoo #ummmm more like gayshift at freddy..... men homo.....#dsaf art #im so fuck tired #also i figured out how to draw steven a bit better so wooohooo i love men #dayshift at freddy's

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dreamerwitches · 2 months

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So! After enjoying redoing the holy sextet doppels, I thought I’d give a shot at the original series witches! They were all super fun but not without difficulty. Okay let’s gooo!

I did two sets for each witch after finishing the first goes and not being satisfied. They felt like they weren’t witch enough and was too much of the magi. I took a round two but Im still torn on some of them.

I like both of Gertrud’s but I feel like the second would be better as a doppel. I think maybe a third go could make a best of both worlds outcome. I really like the lil Anthony heads holding up the skirt. I opted to have lil cotton ball Anthony heads on the second but I think these heads could be added. I was adamant on Gertrud’s head cause that’s really her most famous part.

Definitely happiest with the first Suleika try. I only really did the second just so I had two for each. I just think making the doppel a big spider is a total ‘duh! Of course!’. She’s simple, but that suits the witch. The second kinda borrowed from my rotten witch Suleika and the spikes are meant to be the jungle gym from her labyrinth.

Im torn on the two Ellys. I like both aaaaa. It features Elly’s main image - the tv - the orange goop and her wings are now more angelic. A) they look cooler and b) it fits in with daniyyel and jennifer being angels. Go one has her teapot as a gatling gun which she uses in the video games like portable. I thought that would be a nice deep cut. The second go was kinda because I was sad about not using her doll form. She’s kinda the star instead of the magi and I think that works well.

Once again torn on Albertine aaa. I was almost completely happy with the first but like others, I didn't feel like it was enough of the witch. I think the Jack in the box idea suited her and the eyes are a reference to the ones in her labyrinth. I think the second try is super fun as Albertine is shown to be huge in both of her appearances buuut the only problem is that it's just her. The magi is in her pocket and it still includes the Anja but theres no change from her usual appearance so it can feel a little lazy. Im torn, perhaps I'll try adding the first go's aspects to the second.

#madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #witch #madoka magica witch #my art #gertrud #anthony #suleika #elly #hn elly #h.n. elly #kirsten #albertine #madoka magica familiar #familiar #anja #doppel #magia record

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arthenaa · 8 months

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Dark Red - Sebastian x gn!reader x Ominis

PLOT SUMMARY: while the world perceives the heavens and the underworld as realms clashing against one another in pursuit of building a world for their philosophies, the truth is that change is not so far beyond them. Especially when an angel and a demon begin competing against one another to pursue one of the overseers of purgatory: you.

WARNINGS: fluff, a bit of crack, reader is a heavenly figure, devil! seb, angel! ominis, sebastian and ominis r simps for you, ominis and sebastian are also dense af w each other, imagine not being aware that ur in love with the person u want to kill so bad, reader is both wingman, love interest, and just unbothered as fuck, ominis is referenced to be gabriel, modern setting, angels and demons are in an office setting its kinda funny, you're a tired girl boss just trying to make sense why these two idiots keep visiting you during work hours, God is kinda not happy w that, heavy christian ideologies and imagery, religious references, references to demons and the underworld, inaccurate and fictional connections of religious terms and biblical figure, norse terms cuz y not

TERMS: Highgard = Heaven, MidPath / Middle Path = Purgatory, Underworld = Hell, Fallen = devils / demons, Midgard = Earth

note: heya hihi <3 doing this in the midst of writing comms so that my head can get a break ueue. also a little celebration for my 20th bday and having 1M followers! tysm for enjoying my writing hehe. ive been thinking of this prompt for the past few days. anys enjoy <3 lmk if yall dig this kind of concept. did not proofread cuz im too lazy ig.

Whenever lost souls wander in the abyss, more often than not their questions pertain to one subject of interest.

What happens in purgatory?

It happens more than one can count—a series of experiences with those who have reached the end of the light, one can only deduce the general curiosity of humanity with the realm that keeps the heavens and the underworld in balance.

What is purgatory? While humans believe it to be a place of penance and purification, one would like to think of it as a place of sorting. A waiting room if one would find it amusing enough to resort in humor.

At least to Ominis anyway.

Ominis considers himself to be knowledgeable enough of the inner workings of the realms. He, after all, is one of the honored beings who got to work closely with the Lord. He proudly can say that he's done a lot for the glory of his creator to know things beyond what a normal being can perceive. He's a protector of the light and life that Yahweh brings.

However, there are still things he can't help but be curious about—like the cycle of good and evil with humans. Despite countless tries and efforts to save them from damnation, humanity still somehow finds itself on the brink of chaos. Despite that, their perceptions of the unknown continue to become more and more entertaining by the day.

Another is their perceptions of heaven and hell. Their enigmatic portraits and artistic interpretations fuel their imaginative ideals, influenced values, and understanding of the heavenly principles. While Ominis truly admires their dedication and faith in creating an ethereal image of the divine, the contrasting imagery of perception and reality somehow prompts a chuckle from this old man's lips.

If they knew the changes of the worlds beyond them, they might just have to change everything they know about it.

For starters, suits are mandatory. Everyone wears it here. It's become a staple for simplicity and formality. There are of course no limits to styling it but the suit and tie are a must.

Second, there are no conflicts between demons and angels. Well at least now. After coming to a proper agreement between the creator and the fallen, a civilized community has been built. Each is filled with roles and duties fit to serve the balance of the universe.

Third, it is exactly what you think it is. Desks filled to the brim with paperwork, scritching of pen against paper, and chattering of workers here and there. Highgard has become a modern-day office. Ominis hates the coffee on the 10th floor.

The archangel has already surrendered himself to normalcy, adapting to a new era of management and control. While this does seem to be more simpler and adept compared to the olden days, he does miss the times when he could feel the holy aura of his spear strike through a fallen's heart. In today's context, that's considered murder.

Now what does this relate to purgatory? As mentioned before Ominis still has a lot of things to be curious about and one of them are the things that happen within the walls of the Middle Path.

Specifically, the overseers.

While yes, he is considered to be at the top of the hierarchy. The overseers seem to nullify the authority of those at the top. Only the creator seems to have control over them, otherwise, they're at most the next level of superiority to him.

("The Horsemen of the Apocalypse," His brother, Nier, had mentioned as he leaned against the counter—stirring a cup of coffee with a wooden stick. "He placed them there to keep the balance. It's a land for neither the dead nor the living–a middle ground. They're natural seeds of chaos, of course. It's innate for them to destroy worlds with life and what better way to keep them at bay than to place them in the neutral zone?"

"I see," Ominis hums, fingers tapping at the desk as he leans back against his seat. Nier glances at him before throwing the wooden stirrer in the trash.

"What's got you interested in the overseers, Omi?" The nickname prompts a curl of his lips. Count Nier to be sentimental. The raven-haired man sips quietly as he awaits his response.

"Nothing," He replies. "It's just that out of all the realms, they seem to be less affected by the change."

Nier chuckles, taking a few steps forward to place a caring hand on his shoulder. "It's a place for judgment. We have too much love for humans while the fallen are too detached. The overseers are driven from humanity, they understand them better.")

The words of his brother ring within the depths of his mind, each making a resounding echo as he walks across the white halls.

To tell you the truth, this sudden interest in the middle path was formed not so long ago. A chain of events that prompted a burst of interest from this heavenly figure.

These series of events had formed a routine. There were 3 important things that you need to take note of in this scene.

One, the hallway Ominis is currently on is a bridge from Highgard to the gateway to the Middle Path. It's mostly known to be a connector and pathway for demons, angels, and any heavenly figure with the right permit.

Two, at the end of every hall, is a vending machine that serves coffee. Now, vending machines are not scarce in their company services. In fact, there are at least 5 machines stationed in every building. So, Ominis is quite sure that MidPath has more than enough vending machines to serve a batch of souls.

Third, at exactly 3 PM in Midgardian Time, there are approximately only two figures seen roaming about the halls of the connector.

One is Ominis himself and two, you guessed it.

An overseer.

Ominis walks toward the vending machine, slipping in a few coins before punching in his desired coffee. He takes a breath and takes a look at his watch. Just then, as the shorthand strikes the 15th, he hears the familiar click and clack of heels against the marble tiles.

They're here.

He hears them clear and perfect. The rustling of clothes against one another, the brush of their hands against the fabric, and that same walking rhythm.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Count Ominis to be a little obsessed but you really can't help but be interested in such a being. Neither angel nor demon—a seed of humanity so pure to the core that one horseman can produce an apocalypse.

An event personified.

It wasn't even God that made them but a natural occurence to life.

How interesting.

He hears the click of their shoes stop beside him, waiting for the brewing of his coffee. There were a few beats of silence, and the only thing Ominis could hear at that moment was the thumping of his heart.

"Gabriel," The overseer greets him, placing their hands behind the small of their back as they wait for their turn.

"Conquest." He greets back. The seed chuckles and heaves a sigh before silence ensues once more.

Same two words. Same format. Repeated for God knows how long he's been doing this. He punches in a latte, wishing the coffee would drip slower but heaven services always work out no matter what and so he gets his cup of coffee within 20 seconds.

He grabs the cup, sidesteps to the left, and takes a sip. The overseer steps forth, punching in their regular. Iced Caramel Macchiatto. The order takes the same time. 20 seconds.

They take the cup with swift movement before turning and making their way back to their department.

Once again, Ominis stands in the deserted hallways–a cup of coffee in his hands and another same old conclusive deduction of one of the horsemen of the apocalypse.

Coffee is an angel's desperation and fuel for conquest.

Ominis doesn't know what to feel about demons.

Beings natural to the abyss—they represent everything opposite to that of life. They thrive in the concepts of darkness, both figuratively and literally. Ominis is well aware of the millenniums he endured seeing the dust of broken horns and seething snakes crumble under his spear. He, after all, has seen everything from the moment the Lord has gathered his army to rule his rightful claim over his creations.

However, there are times like this when he decides it's okay. Demons are okay.

"I think there's a prejudice against smaller horns," Amit grumbles as he spreads a thin sheet of mayonnaise on his bread. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips formed into a pout. Ominis curls his lips at the tone of his voice. "Mine are perfectly well-sized! I-I don't see why this should be a problem at all."

"You're making it a problem, that's the issue," Ominis hears Poppy chime from his left. Amit glares at her response. Poppy's feathers ruffle as she stretches them out, flapping her wings gently to ease the tension on her shoulders.

The three of them were currently in the communal room. The day was slow and there were not many souls to be bustling and carrying on about. Ominis considers days like these a blessing and it was also partially because it was nearing Sunday.

Amit reaches his free hand and touches the spike of his horns. "My mother gave me these horns. I just think people are jealous."

"You're right," Poppy chimes as she tilts her head to give him a mocking smile. "Amit is always right. Can we talk about something else now?"

"You're too mean for a Principality."

"You're too much of a loser for a fallen," Poppy retorts with a nonchalance that almost prompts a chuckle out of Ominis. The demon gasps in shock which the angel giggles at.

"Just because we're on break and one of you is my superior-" Sharp glare comes from Poppy. "-doesn't mean I won't reprimand you two," Ominis cuts forth their humorous conversation with a stern approach. Poppy pouts while Amit grumbles. Then the blonde contorts his face into a wistful look. "However, I'm in a good mood so I'll let it be."

"Oho!" Poppy grins as she scoots her chair closer to him. "You do look even more dashing today, Ominis. What's got you in a good mood, hm? Perhaps, a promotion from upstairs?"

It was actually because he was able to, yet again, interact with the overseer but no one has to know about that.

Amit, ever the inquisitive being that he is, leans forward with raised eyebrows. "Are you in for a promotion to be in the middle order? I hear things start to get weird in that division."

"That's because most of the higher-ups don't look like us," Poppy responds with a bite of her sandwich. Ominis nods with his eyes closed. "At least in the middle and low. Both divisions were made to be accepting to the human eye, most specifically the low order. Ascending that high reveals true nature. The same goes for your monarchs."

Amit hums at the knowledge. While Ominis truly wants the opportunity to serve Adonai directly, he does feel worried about seeing his true self when ascending into a powerful duty. He supposes being an Archangel is too perfect of a role for him to let go of.

"Nah, I don't think I'm that holistic yet," Ominis responds with a shrug of his shoulders. "I still have a lot to do as Adonai's blade."

Just as the conversation resumed its course at the prompt of his response, a pair of cold hands makes its way to his shoulders—the tip of its finger brushing ever so softly against the skin of his neck. Ominis shivers but he does not let it affect him. Although his jaw clenches at the arrival of whoever this is.

"And what of Adonai's blade?" The voice asks, cunning and cool. "Does he perhaps fancy a cup of coffee?"

The arrival alerts the low-ranking figures beside him, pursing their lips in silence as they stare at the figure behind him.

"Leviathan," Ominis announces his presence. The brunette-headed monarch smiles at his true name.

"Mm," The demon hums. He taps his finger against the collar of Ominis's coat. "As much as I like hearing that name off of your lips, I prefer being called Sebastian."

Ah. Yes. This is what Ominis means when he says he's not okay with Demons. When he misses the feeling of his heavenly spear darting through the backs of the fallen.

No offense to Amit. He's too wonderful to be a spawn of a monarch but beings like Sebastian are what he means when he's overcome by a terrible urge to fulfill his original purpose.

He's fought him before. Countless times actually. In the Great Wars of Light and Dark—the famed descent of the Son of Man into the world is tainted with the hands of the fallen. They were carefree and manipulated life freely in their own hands as if it were toys.

Levia–Sebastian, rather, had always been a figure in both the underworld and highgard. A figure of snakes that classified demons as a whole. He was an icon to many and a formidable foe to most. He was surely one of Ominis's favorite things to drive a spear through.

Unfortunately for him, demons never die. They only go back to either hell or earth. A never-ending cycle of death. He supposes this is why the Lord has agreed in a civil approach with the beings of the dark.

"He's surely thinking of ways to murder me, no?" Sebastian sighs dreamily as he sits on the empty chair to his right. Poppy hesitantly laughs while Amit falls silent at his superior. Sebastian then turns to the two.

"Principality," He nods to Poppy, "Comrade" Amit. "If I may, can I please have a few minutes to talk to dearest Ominis? I just have a few things to discuss with him with regards to a war brewing up north in Midgard."

He beams, like the ever-so-manipulative nature of his character. The two sigh, gathering their food before moving to another table, a few meters away from them. It's better to just follow through with a monarch like Sebastian. He somehow has the irritable charm that allows him to get anything that he wants. Ominis is not surprised if he receives another harassment ticket for just existing.

"Was it so important for you to disrupt my leisure time?" Ominis grumbles at him. Sebastian chuckles, placing his elbows on the metal surface of the table. He intertwines his hands and perches his chin on top of it.

"And here I thought you loved that dear little humanity of yours."

"Please," Ominis scoffs, crossing his left knee over his right. He crosses his arms over his chest. "The last thing you'd do is be desperate enough to ask someone like me for help. Disasters are your expertise. What do you want?"

Just like that, Ominis has him cornered. Not that Sebastian would mind that since this is what he originally came for in the first place. Those ruby eyes that seem to never leave the Archangel pairs with a devilish smile before sighing. "Am I ever so deceitful that you think I'm asking for help with a catch?"

"Yes." Ominis answers plainly.

The demon rolls his eyes. "Right sure". There are a few beats of silence before Sebastian speaks once more. "I came here to confirm something with you."

Ominis hums, not bothered to direct his full attention towards Sebastian. He learned enough that wasting his time and attention in believing uncivilized monarchs like Sebastian is just a fiasco waiting to happen. He tries to take some of it in but never really injects full effort to do what they want. After all, his job only entailed in keeping peace and order within the flow of time in the human realm. What demons do is out of the question.

Sebastian hums beside him before speaking. "Do they like tea?"

Ominis stiffens in his seat. "What?"

The demon grins at finally grasping the old man's attention. "I said do they like tea?"

"Who likes what?" The angel is beyond confused. Who?

"Oh come on, Riel," The nickname pops a vein on his forehead. The demon leans close to whisper. "I mean that friend of yours in the gateway."

Ominis finally tenses at the revelation. How the fuck did this guy manage to find out about that?! He subtly turns his face towards the sound of his voice. He doesn't find it in him to reply as the demon prompts a few chuckles from his lips.

"I'm quite excited to be meeting them next time," Sebastian lets out a grunt as he stretches up from his seat and finally stands. He places his hands inside the pockets of his slacks, smiling down at the tense Archangel. "15th of the hour, right?"

"You're insufferable," Ominis grumbles under his breath as the man laughs at his demise.

"You're not the only one interested, Ominis." Sebastian smirks before turning and making way to the exit of the communal room. The clacking of his shoes do not produce the same satisfaction as the seed of Conquest.

He let's out a groan as he indefinitely will have to deal with Sebastian later on. His little interactions with them had been his highlights of the week. Not everyone can have the opportunity to come across a horseman of the apocalypse. Sebastian had to go ruin his little moments of peace.

How can his day get any better?

Ominis is exactly 10 mins earlier than the designated time.

The hallway is deserted and the air conditioning is functioning at its highest. It's safe to say that he's been paranoid ever since Sebastian had made his interest in one of the seeds of chaos. He doesn't know how exactly he knew but he wasn't going to take any chances in allowing him to steal his spot.

Even though the aftermath of 5 lattes a week proves to be quite detrimental to the linings of his stomach.

It's fine. He's immortal anyway.

He swings back and forth on his heels as he waits for the clock to strike the 3rd. He's not sure why he's more nervous today and only hopes that maybe it's because of the damn lemonades Amit brought this morning because her mother had made too much. Bless her soul.

He sees the shorthand of his watch finally strike the 15th hour of the day before he hears the same click-clacking of heels against the tile floor. At the prompt of their arrival, he immediately brings out a couple of his spare coins and begins punching in his latte. He waits, hands tucked in his slacks, at the familiar greeting of their voice.

However, things seems to be way different today.

"Ah, so it's more of your role to be the judge, right?" An all too familiar voice disrupts him off his reprieve. He tenses at the added presence. "Where to place the souls and all that."

"Yes," Conquest hums, a bit detached but their interest in the conversation is there. "I allow passage based on their time of living. The same goes for my siblings."

Ominis's jaw clenches as he hears the fake facade of gasps of interests and the unrhythmic pattern of another's footsteps. Sebastian.

"That's so interesting-!"

"What are you doing here, Sebastian?" Ominis grits under his breath as the pair finally reach his vicinity. Sebastian smirks at the presence of the Archangel.

"Ah, I just passed by Midpath to pass some documents and caught Y/N over here walking towards the gateway," Sebastian coolly responds as he glances at them with a smile. "It's not every day you'd get to talk to a seed outside of their workspace. Your department is the busiest after all."

If he hated Sebastian before, he hates him even more now.

"Ah yes, Leviathan was kind enough to keep me company," Conquest responds. If they were both alone right now, he would've collapsed. This is the most he's talked to them and he can't even handle it on his own. What a joke.

"Please! Just Sebastian is fine," The demon chimes in with a gleeful tone. "Are you well acquainted with Gabriel?"

Ominis is not sure what Sebastian is planning but the demon sure as hell is enjoying this little charade.

"Mhm," Ominis answers for them. "W-We always get coffee here."

"Ah," Sebastian nods. "How adorable. Must be honorable for you, hm? Keeping this little interaction for yourself."

There's something in his tone that seethes at him—buried under layers and layers of fake smiles and enthusiasm. Ominis wants to strangle him but he has to keep up with the expression. After all, despite ruining his moment, this is the most he's spoke to Y/N—he can call them Y/N right?

"Right," Sebastian seems to have read his thoughts. "This is Y/N. Have I mentioned that?"

"Clearly," Ominis grits his teeth. The seed of conquest, ignorant of the tension between two side steps to reach the vending machine. They notice the finished latte siting lonely, perched on top of its container.

"Ominis." They call for his attention. The blonde's breath shifts. Oh Heavens, they said my name. He knows he shouldn't panic or else that would look weird and so he awkwardly turns towards her with a tense look on his face.

Y/N only stares at him with vague interest before grabbing his hand and gently placing the cup of coffee in his grasp. "Your latte," They say.

"T-Thank you." He speaks as if that's the first time he's ever held hands with a handsome person. Y/N then turns to punch in their order, opting for a hot option instead of their usual cold beverage.

Without speaking the duo watch as they tilt their head back with mild interest, waiting for their coffee, hears the familiar ding of the machine, grab their order—gives not one of them a glance and only makes way back to their department.

There's a few beats of silence—the only background noise being the whirling of the air conditioner from the vents. They're both oddly entranced by what just happened.

Sebastian shifts in his position as he turns slowly towards Ominis with a slightly curled up smile.

"Is it normal to be this turned on?"

"You're fucking weird."

Ominis doesn't know what's happening.

There's this weird competitive aura between him and Sebastian ever since that altercation last week and it's as if who can interact the most with Y/N had been set as a competition between the two of them.

He's not really the one to complain since his pride enjoyed the stakes of a competition. However, his dignity has doubled down and screeched and clawed at his mind—begging for this to be done and over with.

He admits. He might have been a little too interested in the seed of conquest but that's what he wanted it to stay as! It was already good enough for him that he was able to interact with them on a weekly basis but now, he's not so sure if he can back out of this one.

Sebastian had been a bit too overwhelming in his efforts to gain their attention. From Underworld cuisine to Highgard flowers and even Midgardian music. He's done it all. The bastard is a monarch after all and so his pay is a little bit higher than his but who cares about that?! Ominis thinks he's utterly unfair in trying to squeeze his way through his and Y/N's leisure time of getting coffee.

He too... has tried several ways to... Y'know. To just keep with the nature of competition. He comes out of his breaks a little early so he can actually try and catch up with them for a walk. Made them sweets here and there. Made sure he was done with his work so he can assist in helping out with Y/N's paperwork. If it's not much obvious—Yes, Ominis is very competitive.

The unspoken attention war had stretched out over the course of the next few weeks. A few co-workers had begun to notice Ominis and Sebastian's odd behavior. It was odd enough that a monarch is lounging in Highgard departments but no one really gave a fuck enough to care.

(Unless it's Imelda, Poppy, and Amit.

"Is the coffee in the gateway really that great? Or do they just have a fucked up death wish of a diarrhea for ordering at least 10 cups of coffee a week?" Imelda grumbles from her spot at one of the tables in the communal room as the three had full-on front seats to Ominis and Sebastian pushing each other and racing for the double doors.

Poppy sighs beside her. The Principality had also noticed the suspiciously efficient work of Ominis. While the Archangel was organized and efficient enough to accomplish his work on time, the speed of doing such works even if it was weeks away on the assigned deadline was far too suspicious.

"They say they're pining over a married Dominions officer," Amit chimes in from his eating galore of glazed donuts. Imelda glances at her co-worker with a crunch of her nose.

"If you were human, that would've already killed you."

"I could possess one if you want?" Amit jokes to which the two angels snap their heads to glare at him. "Right, my bad.")

"They like tulips more than whatever that is." Sebastian grumbles as he assesses the disarray of sunflowers, roses, and whatever Ominis picked up from Midgard. The blonde rolls his eyes at his quips.

"As if giving them tea was enough," Ominis seethes. "I'd have you know that they actually dislikes tea—especially chamomile."

"You sure do know everything, huh?" Sebastian retorts as he takes a step forward. "If I remember correctly, It was because of me that you were given an opportunity to talk to them in the first place."

Ominis scoffs. "Oh, get off your high horse. I would've talked to them either way!"

"You'd take millennia to even do that," Sebastian chuckles, tone mocking and sarcastic.

"Says who?"

"Says me," Sebastian raises his eyebrows, taunting him. "You couldn't even put a spear through my heart if it hit you right in the face."

Ominis tenses. "What nonsense—!"

"Blah blah!" Sebastian taunts like a child. If anyone were to see both of them, they would surely have a field day in the office. A monarch and an Archangel fighting over someone. What a gossip. "I know you always miss the shot. Always a centimeter off, an inch short, a few limbs past—You're too soft. Even for someone like me."

Ominis breath hitches at the revelation. It's true that among all the Archangels, He was considered to be the most accurate out of all of them. That's why he preferred long-range fights, hitting enemies with his spear through a distance. But Sebastian is Ominis's first short-range duel and he's always been meant to fight Ominis after that. Somehow, he always manages to fail killing him, allowing a millennia's worth of suffering because of it.

His brothers would give him comfort and reassurance that someday, he'd be able to strike him off. However, despite countless opportunities, he's managed to fail every single one. He doesn't have the heart in him to admit that he's purposely missing the target because who would believe an Angel having mercy over a fallen?

He has too much pride to admit that.

Somehow over the long silence emitted from Ominis's lack of response, a cough alerts them of a new presence. The two turn around to meet Y/N, standing ever so casually behind them.

"Are you two done?" Y/N tilts their head, eyes half-lidded and a cigarette hanging off their lips. They take a short and swift inhale before pulling the stick from their lips and blowing it towards the two.

The smoke causes them to flinch back and cough. The seed of Conquest takes this opportunity to breeze through and punch in their order from the vending machine.

"Y'know, for a couple of idiots, you two sure are dense as hell," Y/N chuckles as they tilt their head to the side—glancing at them with a smile. They extend their hand holding the cigarette, tapping it towards the trash can situated near the machine. They eye him with vague interest. "A millennia. A fucking millennia—Not even one but a couple actually—" Y/N takes a hit of the cigarette. "That's amazing."

The seed of Conquest blows another whiff of the stick and this time, the duo are prepared at the scent of the chemicals.

"I-I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Ominis asks, pressing his need for clarification. Sebastian remains silent beside him.

Y/N grins underneath the fingers that snugly carry the stick between their lips. "You two."

"Us?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

"You seriously never thought about this? Y/N raises an amused eyebrow. The silence after confirms their thought which prompts a gleeful giggle from their lips.

Sebastian and Ominis take a pause to revel in the beauty of their laughter.

The seed of conquest then takes a step forth and gingerly presses an index finger against Sebastian's chest, "You keep finding him," Then Ominis, "You keep avoiding the inevitable," They then take a step back, taking a whiff of the cigarette before exhaling. "Doesn't it ring a bell, hm?"

It takes at least 25 seconds for the two to come to a realization. Both take it quite differently. Ominis pales while Sebastian flushes. Y/N thinks the colors contrast quite beautifully.

"How adorable," They coo before the machine finally beeps. They take their coffee with ease and take a few steps towards the two fumbling idiots. They lean close, whispering into their ears in the space between them. "Next time you two try and disrupt my work hours, I'll have you know that I can purposefully trap you in a never-ending time loop of a prison. Got that?"

The two nod carefully at their words before Y/N smiles and pats their shoulders. They make quick steps back towards their department before suddenly pausing and turning quickly with a smile.

"Also, you're both wrong," Y/N sighs as they tuck their hands inside the pockets of their coat. "I prefer Baby's-breath and milktea is my preferred choice of drink. 50% sugar with boba."

The two gape at her information. They tilt their head with a smirk, strands of hair falling ever so perfectly against their face.

"Do it right and maybe I'll agree to be taken by the two of you on a date."

And just as she says it, she leaves with the elegance and swiftness of a heavenly figure. The two couldn't even sneak a word in with what just happened, only grasping their gifts apologetically within their hands. In just a matter of a few minutes, Y/N has yet again made them speechless.

Not that the two of them would complain. There's just something about them that just leaves a breath of awe whenever Ominis and Sebastian get a chance to interact with the seed of Conquest.

Sebastian turns toward the Ominis who licks his lips in thought. "They did just say both right?"'

"Yes, Sebastian. They did."

"Are you in love with me?"

"I—"

"I think I'm in love with you," Sebastian hums, thoughtfully as if he's taking a pick which menu he'll be eating for lunch today. "I think maybe I am."

It's times like this that Ominis thinks that demons are insufferable. But then that's their charm, no? Having the ability to continuously infuriate you despite the circumstance. Ominis thinks that maybe he can try to live with that. After all, a couple of millennia with Sebastian had already been proven to be quite a taxing experience—what more a couple more years could do?

If Ominis could answer the questions of the lost souls that venture their interests in the realms beyond them, there's one thing he could definitely answer.

That demons are pricks and also can be the love of your life (you just maybe haven't noticed it yet because you're too busy driving a spear through his heart!), there's a hot overseer he can't stop thinking of, and that angels can also have gay panics.

How livid would humans be when they find out about this?

Well, I guess we'll never know.

A/N: yieeee im 20 now!! HBD TO ME!! (my bday was on the 4th, I was just too busy to post this) I hope y'all enjoyed this! Will consider doing a part two for this baby (NSFW if it has good views teehee) lmk!! love y'all!

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