#but its here

[eepsy]

Bastard keeps having the window down >:(

#this is so old #IHATEIT #but its here #sundrop #sunrise #sun fnaf #dca sun #fnaf sb #sunny #vroomvroom #car go vroom

[minhosimthings]

Good Girl: A Heeseung smut drabble

Pairings: Heeseung × Virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, oral (both recieving and giving), swearing, Reader is heavily referred to as 'good girl' MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I don't know where this drabble came from I definitely did not write it at one am in the morning it's just magic. But it's not entirely my fault! Blame @heeliopheelia (who I hope doesn't mind me tagging her) for encouraging me! Also dis marks my third smut work and my second one for Enha after my Jay drabble. so yay milestone I guess. I SWEAR I'LL WORK ON THE HYUNJIN FIC LATER

And yet again, the amazing playboy Lee Heeseung had convinced another girl to let him take her virginity. Except this time it was a girl whom he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with instead of just some dumb one night stand. He had asked you, very gently if you wanted to do the deed one day, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out you were 'pure' in his terms. To say that he was excited was an understatement. Oh he was escstatic when you told him that you wanted to do it. So you let him take it. Take the only thing you've had for your entire life. Your 'pureness', in his words.

"Lay down for me baby." Heeseung gently put you down on the bed after carrying you from the couch, even though you insisted you could just walk up. But Heeseung wouldn't ever give his princess anything less than princess treatment, so there was no budging there.

"Oh wow are those-?" Heeseung stared down at your waist, which was bejeweled with the baby pink lingerie he had gotten you last week as a gift for getting through the week without having a mental breakdown. "I-I thought you'd like it." You stuttered out to him, at which point Heeseung melted into a puddle, seeing his good girl be so fucking innocent for him. "Take off your bra for me please baby." He said as he grinded his hardened cock against the soft silk of your panties. You took off the bra without hesitation and grabbed his hair as he lightly squeezed your exposed tits, bending down to your ear. "We're gonna try something new today, ok baby?" You let out a silent mewl in response to his pretty voice whispering in your ears. He started leaving a trail of wet kisses, beginning from your collarbone all the way down to your hip. "Hee- Hee what are you doing?" You asked, trying to keep your moans in. "Don't worry babe." He smirked up at you. "You'll enjoy this. Just try not to moan so much alright? Don't want the neighbours to know what we're doing do we?" You could only whine in response as Heeseung grabbed the elastic of your panties and ripped them off with his teeth, making your legs shiver, which in turn made Heeseung's cock hard, as to how his innocent girl didn't know what he was about to do. "Hee- Heeseung wha- Oh fuck!" Whatever Heeseung had done to your pussy with those pretty little lips of his was enough to make you scream out in pleasure. The grip on your lilac bedsheets tightened as Heeseung gave kitten kisses to your squirming pussy. "Do you like that baby?" Heeseung smirked up at you. "Does my good girl want this more?" "Heeseung- ngh- please!" You moaned at him, tightening your legs around his head, making him moan with you. He attacked your cunt again with his tongue this time, sweeping fast between your folds, only making you moan louder. Heeseung was in heaven, stuck in the ever tightening grip between your gorgeous legs. He slowly drank up your juices, as you whined, loosening your grip on his hair, now that he had slowed down a bit.

"The way this pussy tastes-" Heeseung panted, wiping his mouth and rising to your level' "-makes me think you aren't really my good girl. Are you my good girl baby?" He had stopped eating you out, like a madman and was now taunting you. If there was one thing Lee Heeseung craved for, it was seeing his good little girl's eyes roll to the back of her pretty head and for incoherent words to stumble out of her pretty mouth. "Want-to be-your good girl Seungie." You mumbled, not having anything in your orgasm-drunk brain except for your boyfriend's (read: future husband) beautiful face dangling above yours.

"Do you want to give your daddy pleasure baby?" He shot you that hot smirk again. "Do you want to pay him back?" "I-I don-dont know how to, daddy." You whimpered, widening your eyes. So fucking innocent, Heeseung internally laughed.

"It's alright baby." He stroked your hair gently and kissed your forehead before plopping onto the bed next to you. "I'll teach you. Get on top of me first." You obeyed his commands, like a lamb obeying a wolf, and swiftly got on top of him, while he took off his belt. You tried not to stare at his cock as he slowly removed his tight fit jeans, and cupped your face in his hands, taking in the way you gently stroked his abs.

"Now-" he growled as you bent down to his mouth. "bend down to my cock and put it in that cute mouth of yours." "Wha-" "Do it." He commanded once again, voice firm and strict and unlike the babying one he usually used with his good girl.

"Now suck my dick baby just like the good girl you always were." Heeseung spread his legs far apart as you shivered a bit and gripped onto the bedsheets.

"Oh fuck baby." Heeseung softly moaned as you lightly kissed his hardening cock. "Ahh fuck ahh shit." Heeseung pulled your hair ever so slightly and shoved your head deeper in almost choking you. Choking kink came in handy right? "You sure you haven't done this before?" Heeseung chuckled and moaned again, tightening his legs around you. You could get intoxicated on the noises coming out of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat and his hands pulling your hair roughly. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum" Heeseung voice rang out. "Take my cum baby. Swallow my cum like a good girl. That's all you are aren't you? My good girl. My good little girl." Heeseung let out a gasp, as you licked up his juices, and kissed his cock again and again, too drunk on everything happening. All you could see was Heeseung's pleasured face, praising you, and then you were lost in your cock-drunk limbo.

And the night faded away just like that as Heeseung got the best head of his life, as payment for giving you, something that you will beg for again In the coming days. Beg, like a pathetic good girl.

#heeseung #lee heeseung × reader #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #enha Heeseung #heeseung × reader #heeseung Smut #lee Heeseung smut #heeseung smut #Enhypen smut #Enhypen drabble #heeseung drabble #heeseung smut drabble #lee heeseung drabble #Enhypen × reader #Enhypen smut drabbles #enhypen #enha #this isnt really that good #but its here #bye bye now

[crowned-aeris]

Okay but like, hear me out..... Timkon pirate au....

Like, Tim runs away from his life as a nobleman's son, joins Bruce and the bats on a ship and they travel the seas.

One day, they dock by this large port city and Tim finds Kon, the two hit it off! Tim realizes that Kon's the prince of Clark's kingdom, and so they spend a night together before either parting ways, or regularly exchanging letters via birds :3

#tim drake #batman #batfamily #dick grayson #fanfic #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #kon el kent #kon el #superman #clark kent #pirate au #timkon #fic ideas #idk if its been done before #but its here

[electracution]

GUYS, this is so silly

But I had a little inspiration moment, and decided to design Eowyn's wedding dress for my fanfiction. It is not supposed to look like the one in the movie.

I first analysed some of the dresses she wore and wrote down some most prominent features.

Btw, I hate my scanner. The colours are wrong (the dress is too bright) and I don't know how to fix this. And I will not render this on my computer, at least not yet. I might actually draw her in this dress later on.

Now, I have written the consensus on the top, if you can read it. I wanted to include the v-neck, the poofy sleeves and the embroidery. I also took inspiration from some of the fabrics she wore.

I decided against the earthy tones, because this is a wedding dress after all and is supposed to stand out. I then remembered this blue dress she wore, which made me happy, because wearing blue again would not be out of character for her. And the yellow one on Aragorn's coronation, so bright colours are also fair game.

The purple fabric is supposed to look a bit like the one she wore in her mourning dress on the collar. Lilac with gold embroidery.

The veil is one of the pretty flowery ones I've seen so much on Pinterest.

Mind you, I did this in like an hour and a half. The anatomy might not be the greatest, but I needed to get this out of my head.

Also, why not white, you may ask? Well, white as a wedding dress colour became a thing after 1840 and it was a symbol of status. And I decided I didn't care. So I'm making her wear blue. Like the sky.

#eowyn #faramir x eowyn #eowyn of rohan #lord of the rings #trafitional art #art #costume design #artists on tumblr #its so silly #but its here #i don't kno if anyone will read all this text

[sophsicle]

Chapter 17

#several hours later #BUT ITs HERE #does it probably need more editing? #yes #almost definitely #have i already spent way more time than i have working on fanfiction #also yes #soph rambles #kyd #i hope it is not terrible

[mistress-light]

Super happy with my new lamp. x3

#personal #mail man just left the box at the front of my door in the rain #thank you 💀 #but its here #gonna put there wire behind the couch though #just wanted to test it out

[moonshine-nightlight]

Nothing’s Wrong with Dale - Part Seven

It’s been a week, but you’re fairly certain your fiancé accidentally got himself replaced by an eldritch being from the Depths. Deciding  that he’s certainly not worse than your original fiancé, you endeavor to keep the engagement and his new non-human state to yourself. 

However, this might prove harder than you originally thought.

Fantasy, arranged marriage, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F

AO3: Nothing's Wrong with Dale Chapter 7

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] Part Seven [Part Seven.5] [Part Eight] [Part Nine] [Part Ten] [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve] [Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen] [Part Eighteen] [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] [Part Twenty-One] [Part Twenty-Two] [Part Twenty-Three] [Part Twenty-Four] [Part Twenty-Five] [Part Twenty-Six] [Part Twenty-Seven] [Part Twenty-Eight] [Part Twenty-Nine] [Part Thirty] [Part Thirty-One] [Part Thirty-Two] [Part Thirty-Three] [Part Thirty-Four]

“The clothiers have arrived and they’ve finished setting up.”

You set down the book you were reading, a history of Northridge lands and holdings provided by the steward. “Thank you for informing me. They are in the East Hall?”

“Yes, Lady,” Miss Adir says. 

As you follow her to the hall, you wonder how different this will be compared to how you usually buy your clothing. When you were younger, you didn’t have many proper dresses or suits because you were seldom well enough to go to public events. As a consequence, many of your outfits were primarily for if you felt well enough to be at the dinner table of your parents’ home and were rather plain. You didn’t mind it except that it was another thing you didn’t get to have or do. 

The first year you were well enough to attend schooling, at fifteen years, a whole wardrobe of clothing was ordered, but by your mother on your behalf. You’d gone into town, one of your first ever such trips, to be measured and fitted. It had been exciting and overwhelming, and your shyness became very apparent, especially to Mother, who nearly changed her mind about sending you to school rather than keeping private tutors. Luckily, your middle sister had been home at the time and had managed to convince her of the necessity of it, as well as the lack of harm at least trying.

It had been invigorating and nerve-inducing, putting on those new clothes and beginning the new chapter of your life. You had felt like such an impostor those early days. Even those your own age had felt older than you somehow, more worldly and more settled—as though they knew things you wouldn’t even think to ask, had done more than you realized could be done. Not big dramatic things, like in tales and novels, but easy, mundane adventures that they did not even realize they had had the privilege of being able to do. In return, they and your teachers had seen you as an oddity, strange and sheltered. The initial experience had left you feeling very young and silly and fragile.

After you finished your schooling, your parents put a greater focus on integrating you onto the social scene, onto finding you a suitable partner. At first, you had been somewhat happy, happy they seemed to be treating you as your other siblings, as a full person doing what any of them might. Then you realized it was just about doing the bare minimum of what they saw their duty was to you and getting you off their hands. The new attention, the new clothing, the new events they brought you to, lost a great deal of the luster they had. It became a trial and every time it was fraught with nerves and worries about what would be decided. Would they find a suitable match for you? Would you agree on the suitability? Would they not be able to do so?What must everyone think of you?

It had been a relief in many ways when you were introduced to Grandfather Northridge and saw your parents were serious about this betrothal, for Lord Dale was at least unattached, young, and not so drastically different in social class as to imply something or other about why the match was being made. The fact that he had a bit of a reputation and your dowry was a little higher than expected were minimal compared to what you had feared, especially if the search had continued to go on. 

Many of those dresses, the ones worn to the various balls and galas and dinner you attended, would likely suit for the upcoming events held in honor of your upcoming marriage. The wedding itself though… No, none would do, not when marrying as high as you were to the inheriting child of such an old noble house, even one without particular distinction in terms of wealth or power.

Originally, your wedding gown was something you had considered, primarily at the handful of weddings you attended as you left behind childhood, your siblings in particular, but also certain neighbors, an acquaintance from school who saw fit to invite you and so on. It had stirred up thoughts about what color to choose and what style of gown. What accessories looked nice and which looked bothersome. A tentative hopefulness had cropped up in you at the thought of the next stage of your life

Then you met Dale. Soon, you knew he saw himself as particularly handsome, particularly fashionable, and particularly picky about the appearance he presented to others. You had smothered your thoughts and ideas then, knowing he would make all the decisions regarding your wedding outfits. It was an arena you had not cared enough to try to press your luck in.

Now though…

Perhaps you stand a chance at having your opinion heard.

“Ah, there you sweetheart,” Grandmother Northridge’s voice interrupts your thoughts and you realize you’ve arrived at the East Hall. “Good, good.”

You’ve only been in the East Hall once before when you’d gotten a tour of this Northridge estate. Per your studies, there were three proper Northridge estates the family used, in addition to two houses in the largest two border cities. Your family only had the city house and a more historic country estate, where you had spent the majority of your childhood. When larger artisans and craftsmen came to present wares to the family, this was the hall that was primarily used. As such, it was arranged with that in mind, numerous partitions and smaller tables were spread throughout the hall, with the main table for the family near the entrance, rather than on a dais along  one of the sides of the hall or in the center.

Your personal maid is already here, having arranged for some of your underthings and other similar base garments to be ready for fittings and such. Miss Adir, a young general maid who often assisted the other personal attendants, goes to join her and Grandmother’s maid. You go over to where Grandmother is sitting with Dale, where he is helping her to arrange a similar magnifying glass as she had the other day to examine what you assume are fashion plates from the patternmakers. 

“Come sit down,” Grandmother says, patting the seat to her left. “Archibald won’t be joining us, so you can sit right here.”

You’re not surprised given Grandfather’s noncommittal answer regarding this portion of wedding arrangements yesterday. He is a man who is utterly uninterested in fashion and you’re fairly certain simply wears whatever Grandmother or his valet sets out for him. 

You sit down where she bids you to and take a look at what she’s examining. To your surprise, the drawings look rather weathered and old—not new fashion plates after all. The style too, is older and your eye searches the drawing for a date. You spot it just as Grandmother says, “These are from our wedding. Your parents as well.” She points to another set of sketches on her right near Dale, who slides them closer to you. “I have copies of the wedding designs of all my children and grandchildren.” She points to an open leather folder with a similar range of aged paper sketches.

You reach and pull the folder closer to you. Carefully you look through the various designs, noting the changes in fashion as well as hints of their wearers’ personality. Mostly it makes you realize how out of your depths you feel regarding fashion and clothing. You have a preference for certain colors and can tell when someone looks appealing or has put effort into their clothing, but that’s the most you can generally ascertain. And you can never truly articulate what you notice.

Without realizing it, your eyes dart to Dale. To your surprise, he’s already looking at you, though you don’t know why. Does he also wish to look at these designs? You start to gather everything back into the folder to pass to him, when he looks up and to his right. “Are those my parents’ wedding clothes?”

You arch your neck to look beyond him and see three dressmaker forms. “Yes,” Grandmother says. “I thought you might like to see them. I even had my own dress brought out from storage.” She pushes away from the table and accepts Dale’s offered arm with a smile.

She waves her hand at you to follow, so you rise as well, interested in seeing such family heirlooms. Grandmother’s own dress is first, but it looks newer than you’d expect and not… something about its sizing seems off somehow. “When my youngest got married, I had my gown remade for the occasion. The sleeves were increased as was the fashion at the time, the beading and pearls re-sewn, and the veil repurposed into this lovely hat. A pity feathers are not as popular these days as they once were.”

You eye the truly impressive numbers of feathers she managed to fit onto the hat and privately disagree. Judging by the amused and mildly incredulous look Dale shoots you over Grandmother’s head, he agrees. “The pink of the original gown I found to be too young for myself and so it was re-dyed dark to a lovely maroon which unfortunately has not withstood the test of time particularly well.”

You agree with that assessment and can see how it might have once been a dark maroon, instead it is almost a grungy red, giving the rather unfortunate impression that the gown was rather dramatically bloodstained and then badly washed. The coloring is streaky now, even if the overall silhouette is still pleasing. 

“Now, as you’ll see,” Grandmother says, gesturing to the three forms, “Archibald’s suit is not here as he wore it into the ground and then the waistcoat was fashioned into handkerchiefs for our children’s weddings. In our day, very light colored suits were a popular trend for a number of years, to better show off embroidery and the like, but it wouldn’t have been suitable for an update even twenty years ago.”

She reaches out for what must have been Dale’s father’s wedding suit and tugs out the handkerchief in his pocket. It’s a lovely cream with impressive embroidery of blue flowers and green stems, still full of color even after what must have been forty years. “While he’s not here to say so, I believe he would be pleased if you bore it for your wedding as well, dear.”

Dale reaches out and accepts the handkerchief, running a thumb over the largest bloom. “Of course, Grandmother. It would be my honor to continue the tradition.”

You smile to see that he seems to mean his words, his eyes fixed on the flower. Grandmother beams, hugging the arm she’s still leaning on. “You’re such a good boy, Dale.” He ducks his head so you can’t see his expression but you wonder what it might be. How does he feel about Grandmother? He certainly indulges her more than anyone else, as he had before, but it feels less performative than it did with original Dale, who even at his most sincere still seemed relatively shallow.

“Unfortunately, the rest of your father’s suit suffered in the same flood that damaged my own. I was furious when I saw what had happened. You will have to forgive an old woman’s nostalgia for keeping it around at all,” she says, drawing a hand down the admittedly warped lapel of the black suit jacket. “Your father looked so handsome in it, so happy. I have not had the heart to turn it to scraps.”

“I see no harm in keeping it,” Dale reassures her, his voice surprisingly solemn. “I feel fortunate to see it.” His eyes linger on the outfit and he reaches out to finger the cuff of the nearer sleeve. “He seems more real to me, when I can hold something he held.” 

You agree. His parents are less a story in the past when you picture a man only a few years older than yourself wearing this on his wedding day. Dale had never seemed particularly to care about his parents, being so young when they died and surrounded and doted on by the family he had left. He drew on their memory when he wished to particularly endear himself to Grandmother or Grandfather, but had never mentioned them otherwise. Not that that means anything overmuch, you were still very much a stranger to him, for all your betrothal. Still, nothing resembling grief had ever seemed to touch him. It had disquieted you once you noticed.

This Dale though… There is a sort of solemn respect as he looks at the garment that once belonged to the man who fathered the body he is in. Do demons have parents? You think some do. Did Dale? Or does he still? Does have a family or did he, once upon a time? Does he miss them? Will he try to invite them to join him? A shiver goes down your spine at that thought. What if you’ve severely misjudged him? What if even now he plans to—

“And this was Lady Qiana’s?” Dale’s voice jolts you back to the present. You hurry back to their sides, having lingered longer while lost in your thoughts.

“Yes,” Grandmother confirms as you all fan out around the last form, “and it had been on a higher shelf and so protected from the damage some of the others suffered. Rather magnificent, is it not?” She’s right: it is a sight. It’s black, an unusual color for a wedding dress, but it’s obvious why. The entire gown is decorated with silver, so much so that the black almost isn’t the primary color, despite being the base. The overlay is a thin, near invisible net of some sort and bands of silver in a variety of abstract patterns decorate the gown elaborately. 

“Your mother’s home has rich veins of silver and it is customary for their dowries to come in this form, if they wear a gown. Even her younger brother’s suit was similarly adorned when we attended his wedding. Your mother was proud of the gown, but expected your father to have it dismantled after the wedding as was also customary.”

“But he didn’t,” Dales says, confusion evident.

“No, he said he treasured the memory the dress represented,” Grandmother says, obviously fond of her son. “That he would only do so if it was necessary. Your mother was always the practical one, but she didn’t push him on this.  And because of that, it was more securely and safely stored. It is still beautiful, although not a current style. It was inspired by Masiir styles of the time in addition to our own.” 

You can see the foreign influence of Lady Qiana’s home country in the patterning and the material, which is lighter than the sturdier fabrics often chosen for this region. The veil is a lovely lace, with more silver woven in, but it is attached to a round cap that reminds you more of the southern continent or the far north than of here.

“She did insist on one particular feature,” Grandmother says, a mischievous glint in her eye. She reaches over and tugs on one of the ties about the waist of the dress. To your surprise, the skirts of the dress, including the overlay, parts revealing fine trousers. “Ever the pragmatic warrior, not only do the skirts part, but they can be detached completely by undoing the right ties. As a former soldier, as most younger children are in her country, she felt it necessary. Personally, I believe she just liked the idea of it. Your father enjoyed it when she showed off as well.

“She was the one who fought in the tournament held in honor of the wedding, not your father. Her skill was widely admired and made for an entertaining exhibition. I’m sure you’ll do honor to her memory,” Grandmother said with a pat to Dale’s arm. 

“Thank you, Grandmother,” Dale smirks, looking confident. “I shall certainly endeavor to do so.”

“Picked up some tricks while abroad?” Grandmother asks, a teasing glint in her eye.

Dale’s grin widened and those teeth of his draw your attention. “Something like that.”

Grandmother chuckles, “I look forward to it then.” She turns to you, catching you off guard. “Unfortunately, I don’t think the dress would suit you.” She eyes you up and down. “Or fit you well, not without significant altering.”

You nod. Dale’s late mother was taller than you and obviously of a more muscular, sturdy build. “I agree and I would not want to change it overmuch, not after it has managed to persist for so long.”

“Still, keep it in mind and we’ll see what jewelry from her gown would be best to add to your own wedding clothing. It is a Northridge tradition to have something carried down from mother to daughter and from father to son. Ideally, we’d want something from both for each of you, but,” Grandmother looks back at the damaged suit, “that’s likely not possible.”

You smile in understanding before frowning. “Should I write home to my parents and request something similar from them? I admit I do not know what state their own wedding clothes are in.”

Grandmother’s eyes light up at your words. “That would be lovely! There’s certainly no harm in asking. What a wonderful offer, dear.” She reaches over to pat your arm in thanks and you blush at her kind regard. 

“Now, enough reminiscing.” She waves her hand as if the past were smoke and turns to where the various clothiers have gathered. “Let us focus on your wedding. First order of business will be to choose your fabrics and colors for the wedding. Then we can peruse the fashion plates and designs that have been prepared, and finally the dressmakers and tailors will take your current measurements.”

“Of course,” Dale says, a bright smile on his face as he steers them to where the fabrics have been arranged. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

The display of fabric swatches is organized by vendor. It's a stunning array of colors, materials, and patterns. You don’t even know where to start, but Dale makes it easy by simply guiding you all over to the nearest display. The merchant introduces himself and begins taking them through his offerings, primarily addressing Dale, who appears to listen intently. You're happy to let him take the lead, rather overwhelmed by the amount of choices. Grandmother isn’t though. She quickly reminds the man that Dale has not inherited yet and that she is the one who invited him here.

Dale murmurs noncommittally to the rest of the man’s, now rather nervous explanation, and they quickly move on to the next fabric merchant. In the end, they allow each draper to show them their wares, then split up to take a second look at swatches which had caught their eye during the initial walk through.

Your typical dresses were light green, pink, or amber, depending on the season to some extent and what colors your mother thought were appropriate for a young woman. Your riding clothes were darker browns in deference to the likelihood of getting dirty and some of your winter dresses were darker as well. You run your fingers along a bright blue wool and think it might be nice to wear something different, something less muted or washed out than you usually wore—if you can, if it will look nice.

Grandmother is chatting with one draper about lace and so you move closer to Dale. Perhaps, once you see what he’s leaning towards, you can choose something complementary. He’s at the second display, the one who has a greater range of material types, if not colors, and is rubbing the different fabrics between his fingers. 

He looks up when you get close enough and smiles. “What do you think?” He holds up a dark red silk, draping it over his large hand. 

It strikes you first and foremost as what Dale might have chosen before. You can clearly picture him in your mind’s eye in a very fine suit of deep red silk. He likely would have insisted on your dress being made of a similar color so that you accented him well, to show that you were his, as his inheritance now was with the marriage—another asset at his disposal. He would have looked very fine and very powerful and very cruel. It would look too much like blood on the original Dale not to.

You find yourself shaking your head without thinking about it.

“No?” Dale asks, arching an eyebrow.

You freeze and swallow, knowing you never would have disagreed with him before. Isn’t that the point though? To see if you can work with this Dale, rather than work around him? “I don’t think that color is the most complimentary to you, my Lord.”

Dale looks back down at the swatch and smiles. “No, perhaps not. It catches the eye, but ultimately will not hold it–not in the manner I fwish.” He sets the swatch back where he pulled it from, neatly into place, and then reaches for something at the other end of the display. “How about this?”

The deep navy square is nearly the opposite of the red silk. It looks almost winter-y and… You reach out without thinking and draw your finger down it. “Velvet,” you note with surprise. “Don’t you think it would be hot for this time of year?”

Dale shrugs. “I don’t heat up easily.” His smile is careless, his eyes dark, as he looks down at you. “I’ve never worn this fabric overmuch, but does it not feel luxurious against the skin?”

Of course, it does—velvet always makes you want to pet it, like you would a particularly indulgent cat. Your eyes dart to his own, Dale strikes you as perhaps a particularly indulgent cat himself these days. It’s not hard to see him in a suit of navy velvet, dark and handsome. You find your mind wandering to what his arm would feel like under yours or against yours as you dance. “It does,” you say, your mouth remembering his question even if your mind has wandered. You gently pet the fabric again. “If you are confident in your ability to wear such a  fabric–despite the temperature–I think it would be lovely.”

He grins down at you. “It will go well with the handkerchief.” He pulls it out so that they might lie side-by-side. He’s right too, the flowers are only a shade or two lighter than the navy and the white provides good contrast to the dark fabric. “And while it's not from Silvermont, the draper said the velvet is from Masiir.”

You nod, surprised but pleased he seems interested in honoring that connection. 

“Have you made a decision?” Grandmother says, proving that she can move with surprising speed and quiet, even at her age. You jump and Dale tenses at her sudden appearance. Your eyes are drawn to his shadow, although you’re not sure why–it simply seems sharper, more tangible. For a brief second the room feels colder. There’s a tension that makes you freeze, before Dale blinks and it dissipates. 

“Yes,” Dale says, handing over the swatch.

While they discuss his choice and what potential styles might suit it, you wander back over to the display with the most variety of patterns. You’re no longer sure about the blue you had been eyeing. Ever since you thought the old Dale would have made you match, you find yourself wanting to choose something different. 

The amber with red flowers is nice, but it feels like what you think you should pick, rather than what you want to choose. Same for the green with the stripes. Still, you draw both out to lay on the table along with the light blue with white blue accents as they are the ones which have drawn your attention the most. 

You’re running your eyes over the display, wondering if you should go to the next one when Dale joins you. He lays out two more squares of fabric, both brocades from the final table: one blue and one yellow, both with silver patterns. They’re lovely silks, lovely enough you do not want to ask what the price will be—although likely still less than Dale’s velvet. 

He steps away again without saying a word and comes back over moments later, Grandmother in tow, with three other choices from the other vendors, all linen: another darker blue, a muted yellow, and a light red. Grandmother is quick to begin discussing the merits of each; she seems to be favoring the blues.

You stare at the choices and it hits you all over again that this is for your wedding dress, because you will be married in a month. You feel too young and out-of-your-depth as you stare blindly at the table. You’ve always known this is where your life was heading and yet, now that it’s here, truly here—the thought seems too foreign. How could you be planning your wedding?

A murmur of your name and a firm hand on your upper arm pulls you back into the present. “Are you alright, my Lady?” Dale asks, his voice low with concern. 

His face comes into focus and you take a deep breath, uncomfortably aware that you hadn’t been. “Yes,” you reply automatically. “I’m fine.”

Dale presses his lips together, as if he doesn’t believe you, but also doesn’t wish to contradict you. “If you’re certain,” he murmurs. “We could bring these over to our table, sit down to contemplate them.”

You feel yourself soften in the face of his consideration. It’s clear he has no notion as to what might have upset you, but he is trying to make things easier. His gesture reminds you that you are not alone in this. “That’s not necessary, although I thank you. I simply…” You bit your lip. You never would have shared this with Dale before but… “I believe this simply made our upcoming wedding quite real to me.”

“Oh?” Dale looks interested and thoughtful at your words. He nods slowly. “Yes, I think I felt similarly earlier.” His eyes dart to where his father’s suit is. “A strange feeling, but not an altogether unpleasant one.” He looks tentatively hopeful at his own words and you find yourself smiling in response.

“No, not unpleasant,” you agree because now you can identify excitement mixed in with all the other feelings that had so overwhelmed you. 

Dale grins at your words, looking almost boyishly pleased. Then his eyes dart to the table, the spark in them growing. “Does that mean you’ve made your decision?”

“Yes,” you say without giving it much thought. Reaching down you pick up the yellow silk brocade because you think that is part of what made it real. You can see yourself, in a dress made from this fabric at your wedding to Dale, handsome in his navy suit.

When his eyes move from the fabric, back to your own, he smiles and you think he can see it too.

[Part Seven.5]

#my writing #story: nothing's wrong with dale #nothing's wrong with dale #terato #exophilia #monster bf #male monster #arranged marriage #osha compliant #reader #slow burn #Dale the sequel #this ended up so much longer than i expected #and i kept falling down fashion rabbit holes #but its here #check the nothing's wrong with dale tag for two inspiration pictures #everyone who voted on color voted for yellow #and thats what i had been leaning towards too #so it was unanimous #let me know what you think! #story part #story: dale

[thefaultinourforcebond]

temporary high - chapter ten: mayan tales - el castilo(2006) #nashuri vampire au x actors au. vampire x familiar. 5k~ wip. -  ao3  -

#nashuri #namor x shuri #namor of talokan #princess shuri #shuri udaku #fic: temporary high #whoop whoop i forgot to update it here #BUT ITS HERE

[bex2313]

lololol at my job, I get lots of cold calls from salesmen trying to talk to my boss. My boss literally pays me to not have to talk to them, but I get a lot of repeat callers, and have become almost friendly with some of them. Then I thought--"MAKE IT JUKE" and it wouldn't get out of my head so lol here you go. 😊

“Covington Corp, this is Julie!” 

“Hey Julie, it’s Luke Patterson, from Star Records. How are you doing?” 

Julie felt her annoyance at the phone call fade away at the voice of her favorite cold caller. “Luke, you know I know where you’re from, right? You don’t have to introduce yourself every time.”

Luke laughed on the other end of the phone. “It’s company policy. We always introduce ourselves with the company name. And for us lowly assistants, our boss’s name. But that one’s more flexible.” 

“I see. Well how are you doing, Luke? The great city of Chicago treating you well?” 

“Yeah, yeah, things are good. I’ve pretty much readjusted to the cold after so long away, which is good, because it’s cold for like seventy-five percent of the year.” 

“I guess that’s a good thing, then. Have you guys gotten any snow yet? My Tia posted a picture of a snowman on Instagram last week while she was visiting her stepson David in Boston.” 

“Nah, not yet, anyway, but Mom says she thinks it’s coming.” There was a hint of worry in his voice. 

“How is your mom? Last time you called, you said she was supposed to be out of the cast on her right leg and getting ready for surgery on her left. Is that still going on?”

"Yeah, she’s out of the cast and doing PT and stuff. And they're talking about scheduling her other surgery. But it's gonna be a few months, so she can really PT well on her right before her left is in a cast." He sighed. "I don't regret coming home to help out for a while, because Mom needs me, ya know? And I love her. But it's hard being away from LA, away from my best friends and the city that I love and worked so hard to make it to and put down roots in." 

Julie nodded. "That makes sense." She looped her fingers through the coiled phone cord. "But LA will still be here when you get back, and I know your parents are grateful that you're home to help while things are so tough. Besides," she chuckled, "if you hadn't gotten that temp job, you never would have ended up chatting with a mad woman in LA once a month trying to get my boss to consider some deal." 

"That’s true. You make it all worth it, Jules!" He teased, but even though she knew he was kidding, Julie felt a fluttering in her belly that told her how much she wished that was true. 

"Well let's change the subject. You heard from your boys lately?" 

“Yeah, actually!” Julie loved the way his whole voice brightened at the mention of his friends. She could almost picture the joy on his face, except for the fact that she had no idea what he looked like. Damn his dislike of Instagram. “Reggie and Bobby scored us an invite to this talent manager’s open mic event, and Alex sent a pic from his six-month anniversary date with Willie. I think they’re all doing really good.” 

“I’m glad to hear it, Luke!” she answered warmly. 

"Now you, please tell me all about the best city in the world. Give me all the news from LA." 

Julie grinned. "It’s LA. Traffic's a nightmare and there are celebrities all over the place. Flynn is convinced she saw Olivia Rodrigo at her favorite coffee shop. We went to another open mic at Eats and Beats a couple weeks ago, and there were some really solid acts. There was one band, Triple Deck Lost, that was pretty good. They had a really grungy, punk vibe that reminded me of bands my mom used to listen to." 

"No way!!! Alex was at that open mic!! That's what he and Willie did for their anniversary!! Willie loved that band!” 

"Oh my gosh! I was in the same room as one of your boys and had no idea! That's wild!" 

"Man, I wish you guys had known. You would totally be friends if you ever met. Alex is great!" Luke sounded wistful and even a bit homesick, so Julie tried to cheer him up. 

"Well think of it this way, when your mom's all healed up and you move back to LA, we'll all get together and meet for real. And then Alex and I will be friends and it'll be great." Just then, she heard the elevator ding, and she immediately shifted into a more professional tone. “Give me just one minute, Mr. Patterson, and I’ll see if anyone in our marketing department is available to assist you.” She pretended to put the call on hold just as her terrifying boss passed her desk. 

“Hold all my calls, Janie. I’m going to lunch.” He glided through the fancy lobby and out onto the sidewalk, and only when the glass doors closed behind him did she let out her breath. 

“Was that him? I don’t think I’d ever heard his voice before,” Luke commented. “He sounds mean. Also, how does he not know your name? Haven’t you worked there for like, three years?” 

Julie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but he never bothers learning the names of receptionists. At least he got the right first letter. He called Carrie Misty for a month.”

“Well, while we’re on the subject of Mr. Covington, I wanted to schedule an appointment with him for Lila Harrison.” 

Julie sighed. “I know your boss is desperate to make this deal, but you know I can’t put you on his calendar.” 

“I suspected as much,” he answered, not sounding even a little put off. “But Lila’s doing her annual visit to Valley Dreams Management next week and told me to see if Covington might be interested in letting her buy him lunch.”

“I can ask when he gets back,” Julie answered doubtfully as she wrote down the information in her message book. “Any particular day?” 

“We’ll be there Monday til Thursday evening, and she doesn’t have anything set in her calendar yet, so whenever would be most convenient for him.” 

“Okay, I’ll pass the message along…” Julie looked around. The other receptionist was at lunch, and the office manager’s door was closed. She was definitely alone. “But Luke. You’ve been calling this office for months and Caleb is never available to talk to you or to schedule an appointment.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Julie could hear the smile in his voice.

“Has it occurred to you that there might be a reason for that?”

“It has. Has it occurred to you that there might be a reason I keep calling anyway?” 

“And what might that be, Rockstar?” she asked, feeling foolish for the spark of hope that had suddenly burst to life in her chest. 

There was a long pause, and then she heard him clear his throat. "Jules. Lila's bringing me with her on this trip to LA next week. I think she knows how much I miss that city, plus apparently when she's not on maternity leave, Melinda always takes these trips with her. Anyway, I'm finally gonna be back in town, if only for the week, and I thought maybe… I mean, it could be cool if… would you want to get coffee or something with me?" 

Julie was speechless. She had been expecting another six months at least before they could meet in person, so she wasn’t prepared for his invitation. 

“Uh, Jules, you still there?” 

“Oh my gosh, yes, I’m here, sorry. And, yeah, I would love to get coffee with you!” 

Luke let out a nervous laugh. “Cool. Can I give you my number and you can text me and we’ll make plans?” 

At that exact moment, the front door opened and the COO walked in. “Of course, Mr. Patterson. What is the best number for me to reach you at?” she said in her practiced professional voice. 

Luke laughed. “I assume someone else just walked in?”

“Yes, that’s correct.” 

“Well, I’ll let you go, but my number is 773-555-4357.” 

“The last four were 4357?” she clarified. 

“That’s it!”

“Perfect, I will get back to you as soon as I get a chance to look at the calendar. I hope you have a pleasant day!” 

“Bye, Jules!” 

She hung up the phone just as Mr. Dante stepped into the elevator. She immediately pulled out her phone and sent a text to the number she had scrawled on her wrist. 

310-555-4639: Hi Luke, this is Julie Molina!

773-555-4357: doesn’t seem like you had time for more than a quick look at your calendar. sure you’re ready to make plans? 😉

310-555-4639: Lol yep! I’m free every day next week.  Just let me know what works for you!

#juke #juke fic #juke au #julie molina #luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #lololol I don't know what I'm doing with this #but its here #do with it what you will lol #I wrote a thing

[olympusvee]

✩ Art VS Artist 2023 ✩

#vee draws #art vs artist #art vs artist 2023 #a little later as always #but its here #red heavy this time hm #i didn't even draw that much this year sadly #but enough to fill this

[kal-culator]

Dauntless Daybreak Prologue have been Uploaded!

Prologue - Your 14-days Employee Trial Have Ended

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Summarize: After working for 14 days in the Mega Pizzaplex as a new trial technician, your coworker, Vanessa, have come to announce that you finally receiving your access keycard to make things official as a full-time employee! Though after knowing your small secret about your job in the Pizzaplex, she seems to want in on your little project. You wonder why a security guard would be so interested in mechanical work?

Taglist under the cut:

@random-inco

@littlemushroomcollector

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#its here #just the prologue and mainly to make.grounds about the world mc will be in #but its here #hopefully i can get chapter 1 out soon #thank you for waiting!! #Dauntless Daybreak #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #sun x reader #moon x reader #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sb #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #Sundrop/moondrop x reader #x reader #reader insert #prince does writing

[youngpettyqueen]

and what if I told you Purple Heart WIP was no longer a WIP

what then.

#mash #fic bitching #wheeze. #16 fucking thousand........ #but its HERE #MY BABY. #i. fucking hell this thing has my blood sweat and tears in it #please appreciate it #please.

[headstrongblake]

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . / chase & o / @thewholecrew

it's not usual that octavia appears at chase's doorstep. but to come without kassy's arm linked through hers, especially when he has a rager going on that can be heard all the way down the hill, feels a little bit wrong. i can't do this right now okay o? i just need some space. i just don’t care. octavia could understand that. could respect all kassy had said before she'd closed the door leaving octavia alone on the other side. after all that's happened, octavia understood the need to disconnect. but when she left kassy's apartment complex...she didn't know where else to go. instead of home, or even to check on grant, octavia ended up here. & as she wandered through chase' party with a scowl on her face, all that bubbled inside of her was the weight of all that's happened.

as octavia moves through the house, she doesn't immediately look for chase, she just wades through the countless people as she quickly joins a group on the long sofa doing lines. there's a giant bowl of pills on the table in front of her causing her brother's voice to echo in her mind as she stares at it. she shouldn't do any of this...it's a slippery slope to bandage her feelings with different substances. but. her best friend being kidnapped. her best friend's pain. the distance in her eyes. all of it...feels too much like her fault. there was only so long kassy could link herself with rev and octavia before these tragic events would bleed on her. now...kassy's covered in it all. the longer octavia thinks about it, the more clearly the kidnapping appears in her mind so when a square mirror comes her way with lines already prepared, octavia quickly does two before passing it on.

as the euphoria began to overtake her body, pushing the negative emotions aside, octavia reached into the bowl of assorted pills, popping two randoms before she pulled a cigarette from someone's pack of smokes as she slid off the couch. with the smoke dangling from her lips, she went out to chase' balcony, smirking when she found him already out there. " what, takin' a break from all your adoring groupies? " she asked, hoisting herself up on the ledge to sit with her hands carefully securing her on either side. did someone say they needed adoring? i'll be right in. octavia rolled her eyes, swinging her foot out to collide with his thigh but as it did, the moment the kidnappers focused on kassy flashed vividly. her lips parted, nearly dropping her smoke had it not been for chase's lick of flame from his lighter breaking her concentration. as she blinked, fingers holding her smoke in place, octavia leaned just a touch forward, letting him light her smoke as she inhaled a painful drag.

where's the boss tonight? emerald hues shifted to chase, pulling the smoke from her lips to offer him some with a slight lift of her shoulders. " doing other things. " without you? " shocking isn't it." octavia wiggled her brows towards chase as she hopped off the balcony ledge, plucking her smoke back from him. " guess that means tonight, you're trouble. big shoes to fill, you got a problem helping me with that? " she asked over her shoulder before disappearing into the sea of partygoers.

#bleh my brain feels like mush so IDK if this is actually good or not #but its here #thewholecrew #pv. all american #( & senior year )

[kochanski]

Rated E, no archive warnings apply. Some themes of deception if that's not your thing but this is pretty fluffy in the end tbh

Ace returns to Starbug! Well, Rimmer does. And he hasn't learned a damned thing during his travels, by the way, and you can't make him, because life lessons are about more than dressing up as some B-movie action hero and having tons of gay sex. Or a lack thereof.

Except maybe he doesn't mind the part where everyone likes Ace. And maybe it's better to keep that going than to admit that plain, boring, horrible old Rimmer's finally found his way back home. And maybe Lister seems to like Ace a little too much, and maybe Rimmer likes that Lister likes Ace a little too much...

#red dwarf #rimster #writing #YEAH so like. sorry it took so long to post this I was doing stuff #but its here #Idk I just wanted to write an ace fic but make it insufferable

[localenbylesbian]

My biggest achievement may be the fact that my boop o meter is still here

#it doesnt work and reset #but its here #boop #boop meter

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn’t that be fucked up or what Chapter 2

Masterpost of chapters

“La di daaaaa! I am RoooMaaan! Reeally obviousllyyyy masculine and niiiiceee! la di dada!” Roman sang song to himself while strolling down the street.

Just before he’d looked at some ancient ruins in Europe and had made sure to take pictures of them so he could show them to Remy and Emile later and joke that the ruins were just as old as them. Remy always protested that they weren’t a day over 140.

It’d been a good busy morning. He’d started out with a dip in the caribbean seas followed by feeding off of a man he’d meet on the beach before pretending to drink some coffee to enjoy the music at a jazz cafe and then he’d come to look at the ruins. A bag of souvenirs swung from his tail while he continued to sing to himself. If everything continued as planned he would go to a renaissance fair tomorrow (one of his favorite historical times!!) and hopefully add another sword to his collection.

It took a while until he found a door and he made sure to check so no humans were around so they wouldn’t get confused when he uttered the phrase that opened the door to hell.The door turned ajar and he walked through it into the door interway that was located the middle hallway of the succubi’s sleeping chambers.

It was usually as busy as the elevator interway in a big hotel but now it was just Roman and a few others. She waved hi to one of them but the succubi just hurried away without acknowleding her. She huffed and told herself that the other succubi had simply been too stunned by her sheer coolness to dare respond.

“So here I am, walking bravely all on my own down this dark mysterious hallways” Roman started to narrate to herself, she did that quite often “I would have stayed on earth for the night, tis it was not for the monthly meeting with the manager! Hah! But I need not worry for I am thee greatest demon in my squadron...NO! in the entirety of hell!!”

He had a smug self assured smile on his face as he swaggered through the hallways. He could feel that his twin was also in hell, he couldn’t explain it he just always sort of knew in his gut kind of where his headache of a twin was.

From barely any other demons being around her it shifted to more and more swarming all around her. Every one of them were half running in the same direction and when Roman turned the corner she saw a big cluster of succubi all gathering around the entrance to one of the rooms typically used for the manager meetings. Some were standing on their toes to see while others had extended their wings to get a few feet up in the air.

A sinking feeling fell through Roman as he paled. he tried to shake the feeling off and hoped it wasn’t anything to serious. Instead he forced a laugh and said to the closest demon “Haha a bit crowded here today, am I right?”

The demon looked at her with an excited smile “Yeah duh, I heard a succubi from one of the lower squadrons is getting Punished!”

The horns on Roman’s head started to pulse a darker red as she gulped. She closed her eyes and tried to feel where her brother was but all she could feel was that he was in hell somewhere. There was so much stupid shit Remus did all the stupid shitty time all she could do was close her eyes even tighter and hope he hadn’t done something so unrepentable he’d end up getting Punished like this.

After a deep breathe he opened his eyes and hurried over to the group of demons scrambling to try and catch any sight of the punishment. Hushed whispers buzzed through the evergrowing group.

“Who is it?” “Does anyone know what they did?” “I think he was in the squadron under me” “Did he do a patton?” “Ouugh! it would be so exciting if he did a patton” “What if it’s just a mistake? I hope he’s okay” “I’m betting he killed a human”

Roman could hear the faint sound of a manager’s voice coming from inside the room. The hoarse tone making way for booming words.

“See no evil”

Just hearing those words from the manager made the crowd of succubi turn so quiet a pin dropping would have been heard. A guttural scream followed. It was quick and sharp before slowly morphing into whimpers until it went silent again.

Roman felt sick to his stomach. It was like someone had torn half of him away and all he could do was wait with baited breathe to see if it was his brother or not.

Eventually two guards came out with the punished succubi dragging behind them. Blood was still dripping from the hands of the succubi, smelling like the way only human blood could. Their eyes were open wide but unseeing. The irises had turned completely white as soon as the manager had taken away their sight. Lost in their newly given blindness the succubi shook their head around and let out scream after scream as they heard the crowd around them. They started to scream for the crowd to help them get away before they got sent to heaven. Until they were sobbing that please please they didn’t want to go to heaven.

It wasn’t Remus. 

Roman let out a shaky sigh and turned around to hurry back to their sleeping hall. He didn’t have to see the punished succubi being sent away to heaven, he’d already seen everything he had to.

One time when he was younger he’d asked Emile why they didn’t just send the demons away to heaven immediately if they’d broken the rules so badly to be killed. Why was the taking of the senses necessary. He’d answered that it was just a scare tactic. All the other demons had to see what could happen to them.

As soon as she’d found her way out of the crowd she started to run towards their squadron’s sleeping quarter. She sprinted so fast her lungs burned by the end of it. but it was worth it when she got into the room and saw her brother standing. next to Remy’s and Emile’s bed. 

A wave of relief ran over her giving her the last energy to run up to Remus pull him into such a tight hug that she lifted him off the ground.

Remus squinted at her but let her hug him for a little bit before poking his fingers into her rib and when that didn’t get her to let go he blew his breathe stench right into her face. She let go of him and kicked him in the knee before whispering

“Someone was Punished”

In turn her brother glanced over to the bed where Remy was sitting and  answered “Yeah, We know. Remy is-” Roman shushed him before he could talk his mouth off.

“You’re such a rotting piece of shit asshole!” Roman was on the brink of yelling it out “I thought it was gonna be you again! I always think it’s gonna be you! Because youre such a- a- Urgh!”

“I wouldn’t be punished, I could destroy all my senses in much funner ways than the managers ever could imagine”

Roman hit his shoulder in response.

He looked away from Remus and turned to his friends. Remy was covering their ears with their hands while staring nearly unblinkingly down into the floor. Their body was completely frozen aside from their chest slightly rising and lowering.

Emile was sitting beside them with his arm pulled around their waist. His fingers were idly stroking up and down their side. When his lover suddenly drew in a sharp breathe he murmured sweet nothings to calm them down.

“Did you see which manager gone and fucked that succubi up?” Remus asked.

“Don’t think it was our”

“Good. I don’t need Orange to be any more of an asshat than usual”

“Not his name! We should probably go now if we don’t want to be late to the meeting....” Roman grimaced at his own words while glancing to Remy.

“Nah nah. It’ll be fine. What’ll he do if we’re late? Chop our genitals off? We need those. Our fingers? That’d be fun. I’ve alwaysw ondered what happens if we lose limbs. Like do they grow back? Can we reattach those fuckers” He gasped “What if it’s like lizard tails and it will make way to even cooler limbs”

“It’s common courtesy to not be ass-late dukey”

“Courtesy aint gonna do anything for you. It’s not even gonna kill your enemies for you!”

“We can go” Remy interrupted. “Girlies I can’t even read your lips from here and I can still see you’re like bickering”

Remy gave a last little hug to Emile and he in return whispered “I’ll be here when you get back honey”

‘Alright. C’mon sluts. Meeting time’

--

The rest of their squadron were already lining up in the meeting room when the three of them arrived. It was about 30 demons in total and while obviously they all knew the names of each other most of the others didn’t talk that much to Remy or Remus. It was like a school class, some people were just closer to others. Besides most didn’t know how to communicate with Remy and Remus was....Remus. Roman could fit in quite well with the others if he tried but he prefered spending time on earth.

Remus noticed some of the succubi went from speaking normally to whispering as soon as he entered the room. He thought about whether sprinting up to them or barking would scare them the most but his twin dragged him over to stand in line before he could do anything.

He shifted his weight and bounced on his heels while waiting for the meeting to start. Remy signed a dirty joke that made him laugh and he was in the middle of signing back when the door opened and their managaer stepped in.

At once the room turned dead silent and all of the succubi stood perfectly still. Their manager wore a well ironed orange suit but looked far less human than any of the succubi for the simple reason that he was a Dominion instead of a succubi. It also meant he was automatically higher ranked than them. His horns were so long they wrapped themself around each other and his limbs were stretched out with his waist being long and slender to fit his organs. His hands tore out into long thin fingers that ended in yellowing claws.

The manager stopped in the middle of the room and clicked his heels together before looking over at the group of succubi. “Good evening. As I’m sure you’re all aware there was a Punishing earlier today so I’ll keep this short since I am certain you all want to go back to sulking or raving or whatever you succubi do after a Punishing” he pointed at the succubi standing at one end of the line “Please list the number of humans you’ve seduced this month”

“21 humans″

Remus and Remy kept signing back and forth while Roman signed for them to shut up which just made Remy sign that he was licking boots while Remus mimicked jerking off before puking.

“18 humans″

It went on demon after demon.

“25 humans″ “19 humans and uh a half maybe. It depends how you count it” “24 humans″

It became Roman’s turn.

“27 humans″

Remus’ let up into a grin of nerves when he realized it was his turn. He steeled himself and boasted up his chest because the last thing he was gonna do was not look confident.

“3! 3 entire humans! The most epic 3 fucks ever witnessed!”

He let out an overly loud laugh while the rest of the room stayed silent and stared at him. Someone let out an awkward cough. Roman signed to Remy that it was their turn. As soon as people stopped looking at his brother the better.

“17 humans″

All of the succubi let out a breathe of relief since Remy was the last in line, hopefully the manager would let them go now. Their hope was in vain as the manager took long dragged out steps towards Remy until he was standing so close they could feel his breathe pressing down against their head.

They held their head high with their eyes staring up at the ceiling while their hands and tail stayed behind their back like they were supposed to. They picked at their nails, a bad habit, and stared. But they couldn’t see the manager’s face, it was all blurry skin at the edges of their eyes and blindingly bright white ceiling.

“Could you repeat the number of humans you have seduced this month” The manager ordered.

Remy didn’t respond because obviously they were deaf so they couldn’t hear if he’d said anything.

“I asked you a question” The manager continued.

“Sir if you are trying to speak to me we both know I have to read your lips” Remy said, trying to keep their voice steady. It wasn’t the first time this had happened.

“How dare you! You may not look in my face! You are far below me!”

“Sir if you are trying to-”

The manager pushed Remy to the ground. A crack echoed through the room as their back slammed into the marble floor.

Some of the succubi tensed up. Others, even those who weren’t close to Remy, looked like they were ready to throw hands. Remus was just about ready to pounce on the manager if Roman hadn’t held him back, and if Remy hadn’t quickly signed for him to calm down.

The manager looked down on Remy and for a second their eyes met. None of the others in the room were able to see what was said between them in that moment, in that look. All they saw was that Remy stayed on the ground and the manager said

“Meeting dismissed”

Roman kept his head down to the floor as he helped Remy up on their feet. The rest of the succubi hurried out of the room, some of them whispering if Remy was okay or saying niceties to Roman in hope she would forward it to them.

'Don't tell Emile' Remy Signed.

'Whatever you say sleeping beauty' Roman Signed back.

Remus tried to disappear into the group of succubi and walk out without being noticed, but just when he was about to step into the hallway-

"Twin 2 stay behind. I have some things to say to you" The managers dry voice called out.

Roman gave her brother a look of pity while closing the door behind her. Remus closed his eyes and imagined pretty thoughts of blood veins exploding to calm himself down before turning towards the manager.

“Didn’t I tell you to increase your human per month capita”

“Well yeah but you see I am actually a total sex machine, sir, It’s just that I got terrible luck okay!?” Remus exclaimed “Like for example I was about to go down on this guy but then a tiger came and ate him! Or I would have had a classic plane orgy but then the plane uh crashed! OOPS!”

The manager grimaced at him “You must understand that the better numbers your squadron has the better it will be for all of you, and me”

Remus didn’t really respond he just picked his nose.

“And there are only so much space here in the lust realm. If you can not meet the demands of your job we might just have to send you to heaven”

“That’s fine with me! Send me up there fucker! I’ve always wanted to try killing some angels anyway! bash their heads in and-”

“You and the other twin are a sort of package deal. You understand, don’t you? If you get sent away, he does too”

“....Yeah....Yes I understand sir”

“Good. You may leave”

Remus didn’t say anything more. He just walked out of the room as fast as he could. A tiny group of his squadron coworkers swarmed him almost immediately.

“Hi R. We’ve been talking a bit between us and we know some easy humans to seduce. We can help you y’know?” One of the succubi suggested.

“Yeah. I mean we get it. Some people are just late bloomers and you’re like a super late bloomer but we don’t judge”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of”

“Exactly! i know some humans got this concept of shame around like sex and seducing but R you don’t have to mimic them! You silly goose!”

“I’m actually allergic to shame” Remus replied. “ Shame makes my whole face explodes with muckus, like with a nut allergy”

“Girlies don’t bother him. He just gotta find his kink goblin dick pig mode” Remy interrupted “Leave him to me”

One of the succubi turned to Remus and said “Tell Remy to have a good day” before all of them walked away.

‘Girls coulda just said it to me’ They signed and rolled their eyes before turning to Remus. They moved their tail to play with his beard while asking ‘Manager say the same like always?’

‘He got some new threats. You okay or should i kill him with a chainsaw?’

‘its like literally fine girl. he aint getting to me. thaankkkss’ They mimicked the sound of dragging the word out by repeating the motion of the sign.

‘well im getting to him. with these SWEET GUNS’ Remus flexed his arms in the most cursed ways until Remy laughed.

“REMUS! HONEYBUN! HI!” They could see Emile running towards them closely followed by Roman.

Emile and Remy met in a kiss before having a conversation in sign language with such quick signs that even the twins couldn’t follow. It looked like one of the lovers signed something to the twins but Remus’ eyes had turned into a dizzy blur. He squinted and tried to make something out but all he could think about was human flesh.

“Hey. Hey. Stinkey” Roman snapped his fingers in front of her twin’s face “Look at me. You need to feed”

“I need to go to the hospital to look at some wounds. Need to look at some brain surgeries and shit”

“Bro you’re coming with me to earth. I got a meet up with this guy in Tianjin and he’s gonna take me out to the local theater. Perfect time for me to work on my mandarin. And you are gonna come with”

‘Girl me and Em can like help’

“Of course! I’m sure we can help find some lonely soul”

“.....Fine sure. But one of the nights this week I will sneak into one of y’alls beds and fill it with the most horrible of smells and I won’t tell where I found them or how I got them there”

“Sounds  great in your lovely Remus way!”

Emile moved his arm around Remus to push him along while his tail intertwined with Remy’s. Roman was the one to open the door to earth and held it open while the other’s got through. She left soon afterwards to meet up with the guy.

‘I can at least slaughter- Oop, I obviously mean feed off a human all on my own’ Remus said.

“You sure Rembem?” Emile replied “The buddy system always works!”

‘Like especially during sex. Buddy system tots works’ Remy added.

“Oh shush hun. You know I didn’t mean it like that” He blew a raspberry against his partner’s cheek making them smile softly “But Rem if that helps we can do it!”

“I’m still thinking about wounds”

“So you sure about being alone?”

“Yeah. Like a nearly extinct animal. yeah”

Emile and Remy turned to each other, one of them happy wiggled his arms around while the other stretched their wrists and cracked their neck.

“EARTH TIME!” They yelled in unison.

Though they weren’t as much of fans of earth as Roman (few was) they still had a soft spot for it since they had originally met on earth.

‘Well girl I got to choose what we like did last time-’

‘Oh but honey I really enjoyed that mall concert! You can choose again’

‘Shut it slut, it’s your turn’

“Well I know there should be a collgage-”

‘College’

“Colegaga campus nearby, maybe they have someone speaking on psychology- OH but I also know there’s lots of cute adorable fantastic animated mascots around this part of earth. We can have a little windowlicking”

They played Cliff, fire, scissor to decide. The mascot windowshopping won. Remy stretched a bit more before taking their jacket off to which their lover immediately held it for them.

“Please DON’T” Remus interrupted.

“Oh girl I am soooo gonna do it bitch”

They took a deep breathe before letting their wings out. The sharp jagged lines of the wing structure grew out of the bones on their back and their skin stretched out to fill the space between. They strained their body to force the final part of the wings out until sweat dripped down the back of their neck.

“Gross gross gross” Remus stuck his tongue out at them “And not in the good way. Wings is some angel shit dude!”

“I like angels! They’re cute!”

“TheY DON’T EVEN HAVE TAILS!”

“Whatevssss”

Emile happily held up their arms and let their lover hold onto him tightly. Remy checked to see so they weren’t gonna fall before flapping their wings. “See you later Rembem. Good luck!” Emile waved goodbye.

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Remus wrought his tail around nervously in his hands while looking up at the grey brick buildings around him. "I don't get how Ro can love this. Their homes are boring rectangles and murder is like 100% illegal" He had as much of a habit of talking to himself as his brother.

Earth smelled like gas and cigarettes, two smells he would normally like if it didn’t have the slight human smell as well. A car drove past and he barked at it. When a human walked by and accidentally knocked into his shoulder he barked at them as well.

All of a sudden he stopped and sniffed in the air. “ANGEL FUCKER!” He yelled as he saw one flying past him up above. It had big white wings and a shining halo. Remus picked up stones from the ground and tried to throw it at the angel to which the angel gave him a disappointed look while waging it's finger. He stuck out his tongue and gave it the double bird.

It flied away and Remus was left alone with his ribs aching from how hungry he was. He could feel his fangs rotting away slowly from the lack of feeding and his tail dragged behind him on the side walk. But hey who needs teeth anyway.

Eventually he ended up in a bar. A tiny one with mostly people sitting alone or tiny groups scrunched together around a table. When the bartender wasn’t looking he stole a shot and enjoyed the feeling of his throat burning. Succubi could control if substances affected them or not, he'd once seen a succubi snort an entire line of off a guys cock and just continue like nothing, but he prefered to let it affect him.

"HEY. does anyone wanna fuck me?" He yelled loud enough so the entire bar could hear. Very subtle.

When no one seemed to care he threw the shot glass down into the floor and grinned as pieces of glass burst around his feet. He threw more glasses and a bottle and a few toothpicks just to be extra until the bar owner shouted at him and pressed him up against the wall. Remus laughed right into his face and threw the closest thing he could grasp onto the floor.

Oh how he wished he could have been a demon of the rage circle. He would have made an extraordinary one.

The feeling of a human beating him was one of his favorite. Any kind of pain was already something he loved. When it left bruises or blood he could stare at it for hours. But sadly the humans at the bar threw him out after only a few punches.

He let himself lay in a pile of dirt and mud right outside and lapped the mud up like it was a fine glass of wine. Predictably enough one of the humans from the bar came out soon after and stood down on their knees in the mud next to the demon. Something was uttered in a language Remus didn’t know but it was probably a declaration of sudden love at first sight or an invitation to have sex. That type of short term infatuation tended to happen to humans when they saw a succubi.

It didn’t matter if Remus knew very well he was something akin to a man nor that he felt nothing close to attraction, his body changed into whatever the human wanted anyway. He had to desperately feed anyhow. This was what he wanted. This was what he had to do to survive. And he couldn’t die in such a lame way as starvation. If he was gonna die it was gonna be at his own extremly epic hands.

In his mind Remus started to recite every organ he knew of, even the ones that weren’t human, as he let the human lead him into the back alley. It wasn’t the nicest but in a way he liked the dirt, grime and piles of trash bags in the alleyway rather than a hotel room or some car.

His hands and chest got pressed against the rough concrete wall and he tried to count how many stains he could see before trying to decipher if there was more of a lingering smell of piss or vomit.

The feeling of feeding hit him like a freight train. The lust forced itself down his mouth into his organs and gave his body life far too suddenly. He repeated the organs in his mind quicker and quicker. Starting over from the beginning if he forgot one.

The sudden lack of hunger made him delirious. It was like all his senses stopped working except for the immense feeling of fullness. It was heavy like a rock while Remus had always been the type to prefer sprinting light and quick. It was like a coat that was too tight when Remus had always been a bit of a nudist. It wasn’t over. The human had more lust to give.

All of a frog’s organs were held in it’s abdominal captivity. Cows have four distinct parts of it’s stomach. Octopuses have 3 hearts and blue blood. Humans have about 34 main veins. Horses have 205 bones.

It was over. The warmth of the human’s skin went away and the touch of their hands stopped grabbing at him. Maybe the human said something before leaving but Remus was still repeating organs to himself.

He stuck his fingernails under his other nails until blood started to pool out from under the sharp edges to try and connect to his body again. He grabbed at his cheeks until the red of his eyes showed and he could touch the veins making blood flow in his face. He bit at his knees and plucked at his teeth and tasted his own snot until his body felt like his own again. Until he could feel the earth under him again.

And then he screamed. He had to fill the silence with something. He screamed because he loved how his lungs started to burn and his mouth tried to close but he wouldn’t let it.

At least he had energy now. So much energy he could fill a church. He just knew he was always meant to have this type of energy. He was just stuck in his own starvation most of the time.

To both celebrate his energy and forget the feeding he decided to do some of his favorite things. First of he found a baseball bat and a random human’s car and smashed it to pieces. Secondly he got into a packed elevator and started jumping up and down until the entire elevator shook and an old lady fell over. Thirdly he waited until the night and walked omniously out onto the roads right when a lone car was about to pass by.

This continued until he had used up all of his energy. It was always like this. Sudden feeding followed by a binge of all the activities he had fantasised about for the past weeks. Until he passed out in a ditch somewhere.

“Bro? Stinky bitch? I could feel you bitching yourself over all the way from my date” Roman’s voice brought him back from sleep.

When he squinted up all he saw was a dark sky lined with trees. he didn’t recognise where he was or how he’d gotten there but his stomach panged with hunger once more.

“I fed” Remus wheezed out “I crashed a car too...or maybe like smashed it...or both”

“Whatever you say bro” Roman slung her brother’s arm around her shoulder and forced him up on his feet. Remus felt heavy like a corpse and his head lolled to the side as she walked him back to hell. 

He kept mumbling out half sentences of what he’d done mixed in with pure nonsense before restorting to nibbling on his brother’s hair and pretending to eat it. Roman let out a heavy sigh and just kept walking. 

He was too tired to notice but she lightly patted his hand that was slung close to her chest almost the entire way home and far after he had fallen asleep again she tucked him into their shared bed.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #roman sanders #remus sanders #remile #remy sanders #what if you were an asexual succubus wouldnt that be fucked up or what #creativitwins #hmmm not the proudest of this chapter. something feels off #but its here