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Pretty Girls Make Graves | Mystic Messenger

an excerpt from a commission drabble from @7o7luvbot !! tysm <33 Saeyoung x Bami (OC) -- drabble CW: NSFW, pegging, bottom!seven

Bami didn’t exactly know what to expect when the package came in. Well, okay, actually, she did. But what she didn’t expect was Saeyoung’s reaction when she unpacked it, revealing the pastel pink silicon dildo with an attachment harness in all its glory. 

“Wah,” he mumbles, running his hands across its girth. “It’s pretty good quality. I wouldn’t mind being fucked by it.”

Bami’s head reels from the words leaving his mouth right now. She tries to keep her composure, her face still – but struggles to completely. 

When she first brought the idea up to him, it had been – mostly – a joke. Saeyoung and Bami often switched roles in bed, anyways – some days, she was topping. Other days, he was all over her. Their sex life had always been eventful – and even when it wasn’t, it was always sweet. It always meant something to the both of them. 

So, it’d been weird that they hadn’t tried this yet. Bami and Saeyoung shared this charged interest in trying new things. And after the two were play-fighting with each other about this and that, Bami suggested that she give him something else to choke himself on, for good measure. 

“Sure,” he’d said. “Why not?”

And here they were. Saeyoung examines the harness attachment, a matching shade of pink with white ribbons printed along the sides, feeling the rubber against his hands. There was a matching collar, too – pink with a bell. If Bami wasn’t too careful, she could picture him stroking it in a finessed motion, the leather collar tight around his throat, and the thought settled a warm sense of excitement in her stomach. 

“Do you…” She starts, swallowing, “Wanna try it now?”

He stops, looking up at her. His golden eyes sparkle in that mischievous way they always do, under his glasses. He’s perked up, almost unsure if he heard her correctly. 

“I mean,” She continues, “You said you didn’t mind.” They’re seated on their couch, with her knees moving forward to lean over him where the box once was. “And I think you can take it just fine. It’s only a few inches.” 

“Bam,” he breathes, leaning back against the cushions. “God, don’t say stuff like that…”

Saeyoung glances again at the dildo, the way it flops in his hands. Bami figures he’s tried something like this before – but she wonders how he’ll react. The sounds he’ll make. And it brings the same thrill that indulged her into buying it all over again. 

She takes out the collar, undoing the buckle. “Put this on first, pretty boy,” she smiles, wrapping it around his neck. He leans forward attentively, like a cat eager to be pet. Bami tightens it around him just enough, the bell jingling as he moves back. She wants to tug on it, pull it back, hear him whimper as she drives herself into him…

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Cheer Up, Will Ya? | Obey Me

an excerpt of an email/letter-style commission for anonymous! thank you <3 Mammon has a message for you!

Oi,

Dunno why you wanted me to write an email so bad. It's a waste of my time, really, but since it's for you, I guess I'll have to oblige. Uh, w-well, what to talk about...

Oh, yeah. I know. Heard you've been real anxious lately. You've been sighing so loud I can hear you across all the realms. Calm down, will you? I know, I know, your finals just ended and your mind's been doin' somersaults ever since -- thinkin' about things already out of your control, right? I can read your mind, ya know? "I shoulda done this... no, I shoulda done that..." "Oh no, what if I failed and everythin's gonna fall apart and my life's gonna implode on itself."

And, seriously, cut it out. You did the thing, didn't you? You finished your finals, after seein' you study your brains off for it. I know you were nervous even before the damn thing came along. And you don't gotta prove anythin' to anyone -- not even the voice in your head that never shuts up. I got one of those too, actually. Usually the loudest when I'm at casinos. But the more money I win, the easier it is to ignore. LOOOOL

But I'd say it's the same for you. The more you conquer and accomplish, the more that voice will quiet. Doesn't matter what the results are, just the fact that you did your best and fought through it. I see you, pushin' yourself to insanity. Even when you pretend it's all good, I'm your boyfriend. I can see what's gnawin' at you. 

Safe to say, I'm kinda worried about you. So take it easy... please? For... um, for me?

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I'm Ready Now | Baldur's Gate 3

an excerpt from a commission drabble for @denim-lich! as always, thank you for entrusting me with your character! <333 Karlach and Barry (OC) -- drabble

The first thing Karlach notices when she's returned to Baldur’s Gate is the quiet. 

Not from the city, no – because that was far from it – but from her chest. Within the confines of her ribs, the constant burning hum of fuel had completely disappeared. Instead, it was left with the soft beating of blood thrumming through her veins. Of living silence, of normalcy. 

She slows for a moment as she trails the streets, bustling with people harking for customers, bickering in every corner. The exceptionally large tiefling seemed to blend in with the chaos – still, she let her hands find their way to her chest, feeling its gentle pumping. No more heat haze. No more wondering when she’d leave this realm and burn in Avernus. 

Just… silence.

“You okay?” Barry asks, noticing her stopping in her tracks. Karlach had brought them along with her on what was supposed to be a trip into the marketplace – regrettably, after heavy bickering with Astarion in the morning, they’d both gone on their way into Baldur’s Gates cobbled streets. Instead, they’d gotten lost. Blame Karlach’s navigation skills mixed with the overwhelming emotions she’d been feeling ever since she and Wyll returned. 

“I think we’re almost there, y’know,” they say, almost reassuringly. “Just have to turn another corner.”

Karlach blinks. “Right. Yeah, of course. It’s just…” 

Barry glances down at her chest, a tender smile on their lips. “Just checking?”

“Mhhhm.”

They both continue walking now, until they finally are faced with the true chaos: a blend of scents, both alarming and identifiable of everything all at once, a cacophony of shouts louder than before, heckling people to look at their wares. The clinking of metal as customers tried on weapons and armor, the applause of gold and jewelry being spilled and exchanged between hands. The marketplace. Finally. 

Karlach inhales it all in, deeply. Gods.

She missed this. She missed not worrying, of not counting the days, of being free and simply enjoying a market with a friend. Without being afraid her infernal engine would flare, burning someone too close. Without fear.

“Karlach,” Barry calls. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Huh?” she gasps, swiveling her head at them. “Watcha say?”

Barry pauses for a moment, staring at her, before shaking their head, laughing. “You’ve been doing that a lot recently. Looking like a newborn pup experiencing the world for the first time.” 

Karlach laughs, sheepish, rubbing the nape of her neck. “Well, yeah. Can you blame me?”

“Not even a little.”

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i'll be yours and you'll be mine | Mystic Messenger

an excerpt from a commission for @7o7luvbot!! thank you sm <3 707/Saeyoung Choi x Bami! -- drabble

“Mimi, Mimi!” Saeyoung pesters. He’s peppering her with kisses all over her face, adding ridiculously loud sound effects as he attempts to wake her up. It doesn’t take long to do so however – she crinkles her face, blinking faintly. 

“What?” she mumbles under her breath, squirming around in Saeyoung’s arms. She opens her eyes to see her husband’s golden eyes peering at her through his hair – red tufts of almost-curls that rise and fall in different places. She reaches out to smoothen it, brushing the locks in between her fingers almost instinctively. “What time is it?” Bami sighs. Saeyoung’s got a wicked grin on his lips. They’re still laying in the half-dark, no sunlight reaching the confines of the bunker. He squeezes her face and presses another kiss right on her mouth.

“My lovely wife,” he grins, “The celebrations begin. Happy anniversary.”

Bami laughs. She’s already quite used to Saeyoung’s particularness, the way he plans the entire day in some grandiose gesture every anniversary. This year, she can only wonder what he’s got under his sleeve.

“Happy anniversary, honey,” she coos back, finally reciprocating with endless kisses on his face. His glasses are askew, and he laughs, tender and low. Finally, their lips meet, the kiss slow, heaven-sweet. She pulls apart, her mouth barely hovering over his. “Alright. First act of the day – brushing our teeth. Your morning breath stinks.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Their morning routine for the past decade is almost always like this. With laughter, with clumsy limbs and kisses, with toothpaste-foaming mouths and heavy morning eyes. Bami makes sense of her cotton candy curls, tying them into space buns. Saeyoung watches her on the toilet seat, talks to her while he scrolls on his phone. 

“Honey, Zen’s new drama just came out,” he says, mindlessly. “All the tweets about it are positive. Lookie lookie!” Saeyoung gestures his phone screen to her – he scrolls through tweets distinctly pointing out Zen’s brilliant performance, his voice, some about his abs. Bami notes that a good number of them are by Jaehee.

“Mm,” she hums, brushing her teeth. “That’s good. He was kinda nervous about this role, wasn’t he?”

“I know, right?” Saeyoung chuckles. “Which is unlike him. He’s always so…. You know. Zen. About everything.” 

Bami spits out the foam on her tongue, rubbing away remnants of it stuck on the corners of her lips. “What does it mean to be Zen about something?”

Saeyoung is still looking at his phone, scrolling. “Well, y’know. Zen. Confident, shiny. Mr. I’m Amazing At Everything and Look Hot While Doing It, Too.”

She giggles, gurgling, spitting. Bami leans on the sink to look at her husband coyly. “And what does it mean to be Saeyoung about something, then?”

Saeyoung looks up, smiling. He sets down his phone on the toilet seat, rising, already reaching to circle his arms around her waist. They’re both trying not to laugh at themselves, melting into each other like wax.

“Okay, so, according to definition,” Saeyoung says, assuming a deeper voice, matter-of-fact, “To be Saeyoung about something also means to be amazingly brilliant at everything. Especially hacking. Especially at being in love with his beautiful-amazing-perfect wife, Bami.”

She snorts. He smells like detergent and energy drinks, the fabric of his hoodie soft against her skin. Bami leans in and looks him in the eye. “Yeah?” Saeyoung, up close, is not as light-hearted as he intends to be. Somehow the distance reveals all the finicky details of who he is – the way his breath catches when she leans forward, challenging him, or the way he offers himself, completely, to her touch. His faded acne scars reveal themselves in this harsh bathroom lighting, yet it almost creates a halo around his dusted red hair. 

“Mhm,” he murmurs, still smiling. He brushes his thumb over the sides of Bami’s mouth, the flesh of his skin tickling her. “You got some toothpaste left on you, honey.”

“I was gonna wash that off. You interrupted me.”

“Can I lick it off?” 

“You’re so gross.” A pause. “Maybe.”

Saeyoung does a little dance before sticking out his tongue, to which Bami protests with laughter. “Let me at ‘em!”

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The Curious Case of Applebees | Welcome Home

an excerpt from a commission drabble for Anonymous! Thank you! NOTE: I know the last time I posted an excerpt from my commission in this fandom, it ended in me being harassed by a certain user in my comments, inboxes and tags, who has also made multiple accounts to follow me despite being blocked. Please note that this is a commission and I am not involved or related to this fandom in anyway. However, I still want to post this as part of my portfolio.

Wally x Anon's OC (Who will be mentioned as Y/N)

It had been a week or so of (Y/N) working for Wally when it happened.

The alarm had gone off at exactly 4:30 AM. Wally groans, rolling around like a caterpillar as he yanks the sheets over his head in an attempt to quiet it down. Of course, it didn’t work. 

Instead, what replaced the chime of his phone alarm was his ringtone. An extra annoying reminder of how he needed to be awake.

Another groan persists. In the sheen of his early morning fogginess, he squints when he tries to make out the caller ID, the light blaring into his senses.

Secretary (L/N).

He knows what this is about. He almost wants to sob dramatically.

“Hullo?” Wally mumbles, finally picking it up. 

“Finally,” he hears her say on the line, already wide awake and alert. “Get up. You have a shooting in an hour. If we’re lucky, we can get there five minutes early.”

“Mhm.”

“I know you’re still going to sleep for another twenty minutes,” (Y/N) says. “So I’m heading to your apartment now. You better open the door.”

“Uhuh– wait, what?”

“I’m waiting for the elevator. See you.” Beep.

Wally does nothing for a moment, merely stares at his phone in disbelief. His mind is finally gathering its senses, or at least trying to, as (Y/N)’s caller ID blinks back at him. Smart, he thinks, even though he’s already annoyed. 

She’s nothing like his last secretary – she’s to the dot, extremely blunt. It’s always her way or no way at all. 

He grumbles a final time before grabbing a shirt on the floor, shrugging it on. Just in time, the doorbell rings, and he knows he only has about ten seconds before she starts banging on the door and shouting his name. 

Wally runs – not even looking at himself in the mirror, his hair in disarray – and swings open the door. Of course, (Y/N) looks prim and perfect, not a hair out of place. Her eyebrows are furrowed, unimpressed, as he leans casually on the door frame. 

“Hey,” he greets, before she decides to invite herself in without even acknowledging his existence. 

“Well, good morning to you too,” he mumbles before heading in.

It takes them about thirty minutes before they head out. If it were up to (Y/N), it would’ve taken them only ten. 

Still, they’re in traffic now, waiting in the red light with the sunrise glowing through the windshield. (Y/N) taps her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, the early morning quiet filling in the silence.

Wally’s seat is pulled back, a hoodie over his head, hands in the pockets.

“You know,” he says after a yawn, “normal people don’t function before sunrise.”

“Well lucky for you,” (Y/N) replies, not even missing a bit. “I’m not normal. And you aren’t too.”

“Wow,” he chuckles. “That sounded affectionate. Too affectionate for you.”

“Whatever the hell that means,” (Y/N) mumbles.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” The light turns green.

Eventually, they drive through the empty lot where the trailers are parked, studio buildings towering into view. Suddenly, the car stops, almost making him yelp.

“Whu- what?” Wally exclaims, suddenly taken aback. “What happened?”

(Y/N) doesn’t respond. Her focus is on somewhere else entirely – his eyes follow hers, revealing the expanse of sky beyond the buildings, where the clouds begin to split for the morning sun, a flurry of gold and yellow intertwining with the blue outstretched across their view. The light spills over everything they see, everything warm and fuzzy and tired. 

(Y/N), for once, seems still. As if schedules were beyond her, as if nothing mattered. 

As if she just wanted to stop and admire the sunrise, like someone normal. Like someone who had the world at her fingertips.

“Wait,” she says, simply. Like it’s supposed to make sense what they’re waiting for. But Wally can take a guess from the way her eyes shimmer in appreciation, her expression immediately softening. She rolls down the window for a moment, wind fluttering into the vehicle. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the honeyed rays of morning sunlight pouring even more intensely over her features.

She looks calmer. Almost peaceful.

Wally opens his mouth, but immediately clamps it shut. Because now – he understands something terribly, horribly inconvenient. A fact that he’s been fearing ever since they first met on that dance floor, not even a month ago.

He stares at (Y/N) instead of the sky, and the only thing that crosses his mind is a word that entails everything he would rather not think about. Beautiful. 

He is so fucking doomed.

“Huh,” Wally says. Catching himself before he even realizes he’s blushing. Now he’s smiling, hopelessly.

And unfortunately for him, they’re not alone. At least, as not-alone as you can be in the parking lot of a studio building.

Julie and Barnaby had also arrived early and were enjoying their morning coffee by the sunrise. And now, coincidentally, they were also enjoying the way Wally was staring at his new secretary like he was absolutely, positively whipped. As if (Y/N) herself hung the stars in the sky for him to enjoy.

A cluster of giggles run between the two as Julie brings up her phone to capture the occasion. She sends it to Barnaby, who sends it in the groupchat, who forwards it to the work chat.

By lunchtime, it’s posted online. By dinnertime, it’s on every corner of the internet.

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got yume pilled and commissioned @awbublie for my header look at the skrunklies <33333 def recommend commissioning her!!

me and kang when im delusional and start a cafe with her and give her smooches #hell yeah

[winnielewoo]

what up gang!! i've been commissioned (again!) by @glimmerfics -- this time for a lil 707xreader, if that perchance is to your tastes :D " You are a secret agent currently stationed in South Korea. Though you're already quite skilled in your field of work, you always tend to butt heads with a redhead hacker slash secret agent, codename 707. However, in your rivalry, there's a flicker of something else that could grow: something equally dangerous, strange and forbidden. Something that just might become love -- whatever that means for the both of you. "

a bit of rivals to ??? to lovers, secret missions, hacking, navigating seven's messed up mental state, and if it's ever even possible for a fling between colleagues to become more serious. all in a (soon-to-be) three episode, choose-your-own-ending adventure! hope u enjoy! <3

story link!!

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the lament of the wolf (and the vampire spawn) | baldur's gate 3

an excerpt from a commission for @denim-lich !! my #1 client lolol thank you sm for always entrusting me with them <3 Astarion x Barry (OC) -- drabble

Barry should be home by now, Astarion supposes. But they’re not, and that’s what worries him. He constantly glances outside the tent to meet nothing but quiet, save for the soft cawing of a crow or two. It’s unsettling, to have it not come back by now. He paces a bit around the room, already steadying his blade lest he must go out. 

And that’s when he hears it.

A loud, pained howl, sending shockwaves down his spine. His blood runs cold, but his resolve thickens.

The vampire spawn does not hesitate. The howl comes again, breaking in the middle into an echoed whimper, as if something has strangled it. It’s Barry -- he’d know that voice anywhere, even through the raw agony that tears through its cries.

He grabs a vial of healing draught, wrapping himself around a cloak, and storms out into the night. The moonlight spills in flushes of deep red through the forest. Eventually, that’s when he smells it – a repugnant yet floral stench amongst the sap of the trees. Wolfsbane.

Astarion runs faster. His senses are sharp, perhaps from centuries of predation. It traces the metallic twang of blood, the bitter smell of silver. He feels the heat of glowing flames from torches. He hears the murmurs of men. When he’s close enough, he crouches, low and stealthy.

Their outfits, raggedy makeshift armor, cloaks with blades cleft above their shoulders, scream monster hunter. There are three of them, Astarion estimates, circling around a netted trap, covered in glowing sigils to suppress violence or any counter spells. Underneath the trap is Barry, still in their wolf form, thrashing helplessly inside of it.

Astarion grits his teeth. The sight tears something deep inside of him, and he practically claws on the ground to suppress himself from attacking now, turning all of them in an instant. But he won’t. They don’t deserve the satisfaction.

“It’s a big one, ey?” One of the three remarks. “Should be twice the price if we bring it back alive. You know they make good use out of these things, the wealthy lot. Indentured servants.”

From the mere suggestion of that, Barry whines, trying once more to bite itself out of the trap, but winces when the tendrils of wolfsbane gear closer to their senses. Astarion watches this unfold, and his anger only boils stronger, more savage. 

“Careful there, will you?” Another one of them says, drawing the one with the wolfsbane back. “Don’t overdo it. The wolfsbane will hold, but it’s still dangerous. Look at the teeth. The claws.” He shines a light over Barry, revealing the glint in their fangs. 

There’s a brief pause, then: “Get the muzzle.”

But from then on, not one of them gets the chance to do anything else. Astarion flashes through the three of them, and slits one of their throats from behind – clean, efficient, quiet. They drop to the ground before they can even scream, only gurgling blood. Another draws back, harnessing his blade, but neither him or the last monster hunter can react in time. 

Astarion is fast, his speed challenging that of lightning. Though what follows next isn’t thunder – it’s blood seeping from flesh, the flash of a blade against glowing torches, and final, helpless cries that fade out in seconds. 

Once they all meet their bitter end, Astarion licks his lips, suppressing the urge to feed as he wipes the blood off his dagger with one of their coats. After, he runs to Barry’s side, kneeling close to them.

“Darling,” Astarion soothes, tearing off the netting with his blade. “It’s alright. It’s me.”

Barry snarls in defeat. Astarion’s hands work fast – although silver hurts him, too, he lets the blisters prick his skin until Barry is freed. They release a choked gasp, as if finally being able to breathe after being submerged in water. Astarion clips off his coat, draping the fabric over Barry as the moonlight begins to fade, gentle light spilling across this expanse of forest. 

Barry continues to wheeze, but after a moment, they transform back underneath the cloak. Astarion can catch fragments of Barry’s voice, broken and sobbing. “Star,” it coughs, voice barely there.

Astarion reaches for them, cradling them in his arms. He brushes back damp hair from Barry’s forehead, sweat infused with blood. “Yes, love. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

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