Almost two years behind us since may 2024, so let's see if my art had improved since the last Disaster Husbands wedding art 👀
This time I softened Kallen's expression and made their pose a little less dramatic, mostly because I sorta remembered that Kallen's... a really good actor? Dutifully playing his part?? So in the end I gave him a convincing, half-pleasant little smirk 😌 Ulysses is as tense as he was all these years ago, though. Someone get this man outta here.
[Here] is the original drawing, in case you'd like to compare!
I think my anatomy's improved, though the 2024 version also had a lot of charm that I don't think could be reproduced even if I tried...Ah, well. Such is the nature of art. 😌
HELLO I loveeeee the Caseynardo apocalypse au sooo much. Please tell me your favorite part/headcanon from it I’m begging. Just completely dump your thoughts I would love to read all of it! This au is just sooo good
HI!
Dude you have no idea how excited i was for this ask! @vicbutnotactually has been getting the majority and doing wonderfully with them, but I love this au and have too many thoughts for it!
Too many
But anyway, you wanna know my favorite part?
The name bit.
I think its hilarious how the two old men bicker over their last name. Casey being insistent to go by Leo’s last name, and Leonardo just calling him Jones out of habit.
Also Ricky. Ricky is amazing
Also have a random moment that i just dumped on @vicbutnotactually the other day.
Dont mind me with crack moments.
Leo having bad day and casey trying to cheer him up in the weirdest way possible.
Casey: Leo look at me, I love you, and i would love you even if you were a mass murderer.
Leo: that’s oddly specific.
Casey: its was the worst crime i could think of.
Leo: the justice system here can never catch us, we’re kinda above the law in a way anyway
Casey: shut up and let me comfort you idiot!
~ skip to Leo rescuing a bloody Casey after kicking ass ~
Casey: See? Told ya I’d still love ya~
Leo: shut the fuck up Jones.
Casey: Hamato.
Leo: Casey 💙
They’re just old men in love and it means so much to me!
The thing I like most about Steve and Eddie (as in romantically) is the fact that both would share one brain cell. Sure, they are both clever but total dumbasses at the same time and neither of them would be THE BRAIN. I imagine one day they probably talk about what to get for the kids to eat for the next Hellfire meeting while going grocery shopping and it turning into a full argument about whether they should get sweets or not ("you know how they get when they eat too much sugar in the evening. and by 'they' I mean 'you'." - "hey, that was ONE time!" - "yeah and I still feel exhausted from that.") and them paying and loading the van and driving to the trailer park (Eddie driving and loudly singing along to Led Zeppelin and Steve drumming the beat with his hands on the window, both just having a good time) just for Eddie to suddenly stop the van, slowly turn around to Steve and whisper "...We brought Dustin with us, didn't we?" So they have to turn around and pick up a very angry Dustin from the store and apologise over and over again ("you know what? It wouldn't be a problem IF IT WAS THE FIRST TIME THIS HAPPENED.") but they get him to forgive them by watching ghostbusters with him. Steve fell asleep within the first 10 minutes of the movie and Eddie and Dustin take the opportunity to draw on his face. The next day he overslept and had to rush to work and THAT'S when he knows something is not right because Robin is laying on the ground, laughing and crying and he rushes to the bathroom just to see little penises drawn all over his face (of course they did) and on his forehead "IF LOST RETURN TO EDDIE AND DUSTIN" and he wants to be angry but just can't bring himself to. Meanwhile Eddie makes waffles for Dustin at home and again he just stops his actions, slowly turns around and whispers "...We forgot to tell him to wash his face, didn't we?"
"A perfect dessert for my most wonderful customers today," Aiden flashed his white teeth in a smile while placing the four plates of flan on the table.
The woman sitting closest to him giggled like a teenager and adjusted her pearl necklace playfully. He winked at her and delighted in how her lashes fluttered and she did her best to hide both the blush on her cheeks and her wedding ring.
Through his twelve months of working in Haute-Bellegarde, Aiden has learned to cherish this type of customers the most. Middle aged ladies, playing homemaker while their husbands spent days on end at work being CEOs, estate agents and stockbrokers, were his perfect prey. When on a girls' night out, they'd spend their husbands' money on fancy dinners with prosecco, only to finish the nights in high end clubs and fondle some boys Aiden's age or even younger.
Lambert used to roll his eyes at them and call them "obnoxious Karens" but Aiden knew how to speak to their darker instincts and make them leave massive tips.
This time was no different. He shot one of the ladies a mischievous smile, brushed the other's hand with his lean fingers when handing her her dessert, and gave a genuine compliment to the last two ones. "Is there anything else I could do for you, my ladies?"
The pearl lady grinned, her smile predatory, eyes squinting a little, as she pushed a hundred bill across the table towards him. He pretended not to notice the little piece of paper with phone number underneath. "We're more than good, Aiden," the lady murmured. "Thank you for all your... services."
Aiden grabbed the bill, folded it in half and made a show of kissing it and sliding it tentatively into his back pocket. "Always a pleasure," he grinned before turning on his heel and returning to the kitchen.
And a fuming Lambert, standing with his arms crossed in the hallway.
"Am I a joke to you?" Lambert asked, jaw clenched, gritting his teeth so hard Aiden heard the unpleasant sound over the usual restaurant buzz. "Is our relationship a joke to you?"
"You're not really jealous over some fifty years old Karen, now are you?" Aiden looked him up and down, amused, and made his way to the kitchen. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
Lambert grabbed him by the arm, making him turn and face him. "I'm not done with you yet!"
Oh, he looked gorgeous when he was pissed off like this. His cheeks turned a delicious red, his pupils widened just the same as when Aiden was buried deep inside him and that little ginger strand of hair on his forehead somehow always found a way out of his perfectly slicked back man bun.
"You," Lambert's finger was directed straight at Aiden's nose, "will cut the flirting right now. I don't wanna see any of this!"
"Then you better close your eyes, honey, cause this ass is gonna earn me a second pay today." Aiden once again turned on his heel and made his way to the kitchen.
"Motherfucker!"
In the next moment, Aiden felt Lambert's hands squeezing his arms tight and his teeth sinking into his shoulder. It hurt. He felt the prickling on his skin and the unpleasant wet sensation when Lambert's teeth pierced through his shirt and then bit into his flesh.
"What the fuck?!" he screamed, the pain blurring his vision, but then the feeling turned into something entirely different, heat coiling deep in his belly and a pleasurable spark traveling down his spine. He instinctively threw one arm back and hooked it around Lambert's neck. "Fuck, Lamb, can you... do that again?"
"You kinky bastard," Lambert spat, spinning Aiden around and pushing him against the wall. He seemed overtaken by anger and lust and yet there was a protective hand on the back of Aiden's head, so that he wouldn't hit his head on the wall.
But then there were the teeth again.
Lambert nipped at Aiden's neck, at his earlobe, grazed his jawline with his teeth, while pressing his whole body against Aiden.
"Fuck, Lambert... Shit," Aiden let out a needy moan and threw his head back to expose his neck. Lambert immediately got the hint and went with his teeth straight to Aiden's throat, pressing hard to his pulse, leaving a bruise. Aiden carded his hand through his boyfriend's hair, pulling him closer, pressing his face harder to his neck. "Fuck, give it some effort..."
"I'm starting to think you're doing all the teasing on purpose," Lambert breathed against Aiden's neck, licking up the sensitive skin where his teeth went just seconds ago.
"Maybe I am," Aiden breathed a laugh. "You're not paying enough attention to me, so I have to flirt with middle aged ladies to get you focused back on me."
"You have my full attention, kitten, and yet you keep flaunting your body around like there's no tomorrow," Lambert mumbled, kissing along Aiden's throat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to expose more skin.
"Are you gonna punish me now for having a hot body that you personally are crazy about?" Aiden laughed, but lust was already fogging his mind, his hips moving forward at their own volition, looking for friction.
"Don't push it," Lambert growled. "I know what you want... I'm gonna mark you up, so that every person that enters will immediately know that you're taken... That you're mine..."
Aiden loved their back and forth, he loved pushing Lambert's buttons, loved driving him up the wall. He knew how his looks worked on people and he was sure to use them for his benefit. Seeing Lambert freak out and act on his jealousy was one of Aiden's favourite games, and in a twisted way he enjoyed keeping his lover on his toes, only to be assured in a rather forceful manner that he belonged to Lambert only.
Because at the end of the day it was all about Lambert. He was all that Aiden saw and cared about. His bad wolf, his crazy little puppy, the love of his life since day one. And now it was no different - the whole world disappeared, nothing was more important than this man's hands on Aiden's hips and his teeth on his heated skin.
"Geralt, they're doing it again!" He heard Triss' voice from somewhere very very far away, like from another end of a tunnel. "And they're biting each other!"
"They're what now?" Geralt's voice came to him equally muffled and distanced and he didn't pay it any attention. He did pay attention when Geralt hauled them both up by the necklines of their shirts, like a mother cat with her kittens. He shoved them towards the freezer, opened the door and pushed them both in. "There, cool off a little. I'll let you out in five minutes and you better get back to work."
"Well, that's new," Lambert huffed, facing the closed door, hands on his hips. "Maybe we really gotta-"
Aiden cut him off by wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, his teeth grazing Lambert's nape, just under his hairline. "I'm having none of that, pup. You promised me something just minutes ago." He bit Lambert's ear, making him growl in response.
"Greedy little bitch," Lambert mumbled, turning around to face Aiden again. "You really want this? Now?"
"I really need you to teach me a lesson, love," Aiden breathed hotly against Lambert's lips, before going in for another hot kiss. "C'mon, leave your mark."
All Lambert could do was growl in response and launch at Aiden. He pushed his whole body against Aiden's, making him walk back slowly, till his back hit the metal shelves behind them. Lambert's hands were already everywhere - unbuttoning Aiden's shirt, getting rid of his tie, unbuckling his belt... Aiden threw his head back, closing his eyes, feeling the cold air of the freezer on his exposed skin.
Even though Lambert seemed pissed, he silently obeyed Aiden's wish, teasing and sucking and biting along Aiden's neck. He might have looked annoyed by Aiden's demands, but Aiden knew damn well he enjoyed it just as much. His hot breath on Aiden's neck and bared chest caused goosebumps on his skin and he grabbed Lambert by his ass to pull him closer.
"We have five minutes," Aiden panted against Lambert's hair, bucking his hips after Lambert bit his neck once again. "You better get moving, pup."
"I hate you so fucking much," Lambert mumbled against Aiden's chest before rolling one of Aiden's nipples between his teeth. "Fucking unbearable." Another nip to the sensitive skin of Aiden's pectoral. "So fucking needy and demanding." He slid down to his knees, leaving kisses and bite marks along Aiden's belly, before unzipping Aiden's trousers and taking his cock in his mouth with one smooth move.
"That's it, pup," Aiden breathed, throwing his head back and resting it against the cold metal shelves.
"Don't you 'pup' me here or I'll bite your cock off," Lambert threatened before giving Aiden's dick a long, wanton lick, from the base all the way to the tip. "The audacity..."
"You love this," Aiden laughed and put one hand on Lambert's head to guide him, give him a sense of the rhythm he was hoping for. "C'mon, I want to see how much you love me, so that I won't think of anyone else..."
Lambert grunted around his cock in response, but didn't release him to bite back with another snarky comment. His palms tightened on Aiden's asscheeks, though, fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh. And Aiden loved everything about this. The cold air of the freezer caused goosebumps on his skin, and at the same time Lambert's hot breath and warm fingers made him tremble with need and unrestrained lust. He tangled his fingers tightly into Lambert's hair and pushed his hips forward.
Another grunt left Lambert's lips, but this time without any hint of annoyance. This was a sound of pure want and desire, and so Aiden bucked forward even more, his hips finding a steady, quick rhythm. Lambert's hands on his ass felt incredibly good, shielding him from the cold, steadying him, pushing him further to go and chase his pleasure. He looked down at his lover and they locked eyes in the silent understanding, Lambert's brow cocked playfully. His cheeks were already red and his lips slick and puffy and the sound he made around Aiden's cock sent pleasurable shivers down Aiden's spine.
With an obscene pop Lambert released Aiden's dick and immediately replaced his mouth with a hand, his grip solid and his moves steadfast. "Do you want me to bite you while you come?" he asked and sent Aiden a wicked smile.
"Fuck." That was all Aiden could muster, pleasure already fogging his mind and making him lose any last bits of self control he had left. He was so fucking close and Lambert was there playing him with that sarcastic grin on his face. "Yes," he tried weakly, his voice strained and dark.
Lambert got up on his feet, pressing his whole body against Aiden, not letting his dick out of his grasp for a moment. His own hard cock, still trapped in his pants, rubbed against Aiden's and Aiden reached to grab Lambert's ass again, to hold him as close as possible.
A bite to his neck and then a harder one to his shoulder, combined with Lambert's hand still working his cock quickly and steadily, was all that Aiden needed to be sent over the edge. He came with a growl, hips stuttering, a hand pressing Aiden's face to Lambert's neck to muffle the obscene sounds of his orgasm. Aiden's fingers curled around Lambert's flesh and he couldn't help himself but bite his lover too, leaving a mark on the exposed skin of Lambert's neck. He panted heavily, getting down from his wave, slumping in Lambert's arms, looking for his mouth with greedy lips.
"You know that I love nobody but you," he whispered against Lambert's lips.
"Then don't act like I'm a fucking supporting gig in your incredible life," Lambert mumbled in response. "I need to know, I need to be fucking sure that you're mine."
Aiden reached for some towels, lying on the shelf nearby and cleaned himself and Lambert off. "You know," he said casually, tucking himself in, "I don't see a ring on my finger."
The noise that left Lambert's mouth sounded as if someone had punched him in the gut. "You... You want to get married?"
"If that's gonna give you the peace of mind you so desperately need," Aiden replied with a smirk, but his eyes were serious.
"Yes. Yes! Okay, let's get married then!" Lambert launched at him, pressing his lips so hard against Aiden's that all air left his lungs. He was still dizzy from his orgasm and now the overwhelming feeling of love made his head spin even more. He squeezed Lambert's ass, laughing against his mouth, his playful tongue hot against Lambert's.
The door to the freezer opened and Geralt's exasperated grunt reached their ears. "I'm glad you managed to make up, now back to work!"
"Fuck off, Wolf, we're getting married!" Lambert replied with a grin, only to get thwacked on the head with Geralt's towel.
