#But maple syrup slaps so hard

[dynamic-k]

Who gave the little guy a weapon

(Totally not me. Wdym????? ¿

Why would I do that????)

OH NO

Second's gonna throw the toast!!

Who gave the orange boi that?!

Seriously, I love that SO MUCH tho, you have no idea how happy this makes me. 😢😆🤩

Is it alright to showcase on AO3?

If so, do you want me to use your Archive handle or your tumblr? Or both! I don't care, you need your credit for this masterpiece, hehe.

Oh, maaaaannn, I really need to go and write the Great French-Toast Slap War scene in the Bonus Features, oof.

You know, this has weird timing, because I was making all sorts of French Toast references in chapter 17 (which is now halfway done, hehehehe)

Thank you for this art, it's going in my photo album!! 😎

[xyaehir]

need ur attention asap —

SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)

GEN. — fluff

WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities

REQ. — “do you do carlos madrigal x reader.. if yes, could I get one?? i can’t really find any recent ones now and I love your works! if not, that’s completely fine!!! xx”

NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3

ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.

ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.

ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.

ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.

ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)

ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.

ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.

ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.

ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.

ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.

ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.

ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.

ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.

ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.

ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.

ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.

ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.

ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.

ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.

ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)

ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)

ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.

ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)

ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.

ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3

bonus!! —

the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.

you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”

“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.

you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.

“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”

there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.

upon imagining the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.

with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.

bonus #2!! —

“i got it, i got it!”

“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.

you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.

“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”

“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.

at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.

“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.

you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.

he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[solxamber]

Can I get baker boy Trey realizing that his S/O is a super secret spy for another country. Yet, when confronted, said S/O admits that they faked their death to be with him.

Cocoa Conspiracy - Trey Clover x reader

He knew you as his partner, the love of his life, but he didn't realize your real identity: a spy vying for pastry destruction

Trey Clover wasn’t ready for this. He thought he was just dating you—the quirky, adorable, slightly unpredictable person who occasionally knew way too much about the inner workings of a high-tech security system. Sure, sometimes you went missing for a week without warning, but he figured you were probably just... really into nature hikes? Who was he to judge?

But now here he was, standing in the middle of his beloved kitchen, staring at a government-issued spy dossier that read like something out of a James Bond fever dream. The worst part? Your face was plastered all over it, right next to the words “Top Secret Agent: Wafflia.”

Wafflia.

He had to read it three times before it clicked. “Dear...” he began, holding up the papers like they were a particularly burnt batch of cookies. “Why does it say you’re an undercover agent sent by the nation of Wafflia to... sabotage the pastry industry? What is this?”

You, who had just casually walked in, munching on a muffin like it was a normal Wednesday, paused mid-chew. “Oh. Right. That.” You glanced at the folder in his hands like it was an old grocery receipt. “I, uh... meant to tell you about that.”

Trey blinked. “Tell me? You meant to tell me?”

You shrugged, your voice a little too nonchalant for someone who’d just been outed as a literal international spy. “Look, babe, I can explain—”

“Explain? You’ve been sent to ruin all pastries in Twisted Wonderland!” Trey threw up his hands, a little more animated than usual, which was saying something. “Pastries! My life revolves around pastries! Why didn’t you tell me you were some kind of... dessert assassin?!”

You chewed thoughtfully for a moment, as if considering the best way to let him down easy. “Well, first of all, ‘dessert assassin’ makes it sound way cooler than it actually is. I mean, it’s mostly paperwork. And second of all... I didn’t really take the mission seriously. I was distracted.”

“Distracted? By what, the buttercream frosting?” Trey snapped, incredulous.

“No, by you.” You rolled your eyes like it was obvious, casually finishing the muffin. “You know, because we’re dating. Thought that was kind of important.” You flicked a crumb off your shirt, as if this entire conversation wasn’t wildly absurd. “I couldn’t exactly go around destroying pastries when you bake this good. Do you even know how hard it is to sabotage a cake when it tastes like it was baked by an angel? It’s basically sabotage-proof.”

Trey blinked. “Wait. So, you’re telling me the only reason you haven’t followed through with your evil pastry-destroying mission is because... my desserts are too good?”

“Yup!” You gave him two enthusiastic thumbs up. “Honestly, if Wafflia tasted your cupcakes, they’d probably call the whole thing off.”

Trey’s eye twitched. “...Wafflia?”

“Tiny nation. Mostly waffles. A little maple syrup industry on the side. Really not a big deal.”

“You are literally a government agent from a country that declared war on bakeries!”

You sighed dramatically, as if he was the one overreacting here. “Yeah, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is that I faked my death to be with you.”

Trey stared at you like you had just slapped him with a pie. “You what.”

“I faked my death. Big explosion. Very cool. It was like something out of a Michael Bay movie, except with fewer explosions and way more sparkles. It’s kind of the Wafflian signature. Anyway, I’m legally dead now.” You leaned back against the counter, looking incredibly proud of yourself. “Did it all for you.”

Trey was about three seconds away from emotionally combusting. “You... faked... your death... so you could—”

“Ditch the life of a spy and bake tarts with you, obviously.” You grinned like this was all completely reasonable. “It’s called love, Trey.”

Trey had to sit down. He dragged a chair across the kitchen floor, the sound screeching in the sudden silence. He sat down heavily, trying to process the information bomb you had just dropped in his very innocent, pastry-filled kitchen. “So, let me get this straight. You were a secret spy for a country that wants to destroy desserts—the thing I care about most in the world—and you faked your death to... retire?”

“With you,” you corrected, grabbing a tart from the tray and taking a huge bite. “I mean, why else would I fake my death? Have you seen how good you look when you’re rolling out dough? I’m not giving that up.”

Trey blinked at you, his brain malfunctioning at the speed of light. “You—what—I just—how are you—”

You waved a hand dismissively. “Look, babe, relax. All I’m saying is, Wafflia thinks I’m dead, I think you’re hot, and your strawberry tarts are so good that I’ve basically retired from espionage to live out the dream with you. Problem solved.”

Trey opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, resembling a fish out of water. “...I don’t know if I should be flattered or horrified.”

“Why not both?” You waggled your eyebrows, licking the last of the tart crumbs off your fingers. “I’m flexible.”

Trey buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I just wanted to bake some bread. I didn’t sign up for all this—secret spy, faked your death, sabotage the pastry world—what even is this.”

You patted him on the back, still munching. “Hey, look on the bright side. At least I’m not sabotaging your desserts.”

Trey peeked at you from between his fingers. “And... what about other people’s desserts?”

You smirked. “Well... no promises. But I’ll probably keep it to a minimum. For you.”

He groaned louder.

I didn't know if you wanted it serious or silly, but i made it silly. let me know if you wanted it more serious!

Masterlist

[arc-misadventures]

MFK with Jaune: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, and Selina Kyle

Jaune: MFK XII

Nora: Oh Jaune-Jaune~?

Jaune: No, you can’t have your grenades back.

Nora: But, that’s not…?!

Jaune: You aren’t allowed to test peoples bone density with your war hammer.

Nora: But, it’s only, Cardin… Wait! No, that’s not what I want…??

Jaune: You can’t have another, McSchneer Lumberjack Burger. They banned you after you demanded more maple syrup bacon strips, and subsequently destroyed the counter when they said no.

Nora: That’s not what I wanted to ask!

Jaune: It’s not; Then what is it?

Nora: MFK~!

Jaune: Naww fuck…

Nora: Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley, or Selina Kyle~?

Jaune: The ladies of, Batman’s Rouge Gallery? Why them?

Nora: Why not them?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Fair enough… Okay… I would kill, Poison Ivy.

Nora: Aww… but, I thought you liked us red heads~?

Jaune: I do, but it’s more of personality/mind set kind of thing. I understand why she wants to save the environment, and all that. But, considering her powers she could make plants that absorb the pollution, and cleanse the environment like nature currently does. I mean, we’ve got algae springing up the can digest plastics, and there are mushrooms capable of absorbing nuclear radiation. I mean come on! Poison Ivy could easily do that, and make something ten times better at doing that! But, no let’s kill all the corrupt businessmen, politicians, and everyone on the whole god damn planet to save the environment! That’s sounds lovely~!

Nora: Okay… that sounded personal…

Jaune: Sorry, but environmentalists annoy the hell out of me! I mean come on! Let’s stop using all fossil fuels, and natural gas to prevent the world from ending in the next five years, a notion that they have said a dozen times in the last three decades! Not to mention that idea would kill millions in a matter of weeks if implemented?!

Nora: …?!

Nora: So…

Nora: Who ya gonna fuck…?

Jaune: Harely Quinn.

Nora: Oh really, you got a thing for clowns~?

Jaune: No. I have to pick, and of the two I would like to sleep with, Harely Quinn. I’m curious about how flexible she would be, among other things…

Nora: Nice~!

Jaune: And, lastly I would marry, Selina Kyle.

Nora: Why her?

Jaune: Admittedly I like, Catwoman the most out of the trio. I like her mature elegance, that femme fatale, and saucy air about her. Plus, I read the comics, she a romantic at heart with, Bruce Wayne. Granted unless written as so, Selina never overcomes, Bruce’s obsession with being, Batman. But, in the stories they do get together, they form a strong lasting pair who grow up to have a loving family together with.

Jaune: I want that too…

Jaune: You happy, Nora, have you got your answer.

Nora: I’m ecstatic, Fearless Leader~! I’ll see you later~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Somethings off with that smile of hers… I don’t like it…

~~~

Nora: Alright ladies, have you made your decision?

Cinder: Perfectly! I will be going as, Catwoman. I already have a catsuit that I know, Jaune will absolutely drool all over~!

Nora: Oh, nice! It really shows of your phat ass! He better give that a nice hard slap when he sees it!

Cinder: I’ll give him plenty of reasons to do just that~! Now, Neo will be using her semblance to dress as, Harley Quinn. She is also flexible enough to play the part~!

Nora: I’m sure, Jaune will love that~! Don’t pull a muscle out there , Neo!

Neo: 😁

Nora: No, I’m being serious, he will pull some muscles when he’s done with you!

Neo: 🤕🥴

Nora: Oh~? Kinky, I like it~!

Cinder: And, lastly, Emerald will be using her semblance to appear as, Poison Ivy!

Emerald: Are you sure this will work? He hates, Poison Ivy.

Nora: That means he’ll hate fuck you to get rid of that pent up rage~!

Emerald: Oh…? Oh~? Oh that sounds like fun~!

Cinder: Alright girl, let’s head out! Let’s show, Jaune what’s it’s like to be embrace by a trio of femme fetale’s~!

Emerald: Thanks, Nora, we really appreciate your help!

Nora: No problem ladies! And, good luck!

Nora: Cause… you’ll need it… oh boy you’ll need it…

[abbyromanoff]

TARGET 1

PAIRINGS: Ghostface!Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2581

WARNINGS: bottom!Nat, kinda dark reader, Mommy (R), smut obvi, mentions of face riding, hand jobs, breeding, little!Nat, praise, pet names, Nat is referred to as “bear” a lot, small angst, wrote this in abt an hour so it’s not that great :/, think that’s all tho :)

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Screams echoed through the dark alley, and Nat cursed herself for not thinking to cover the victim’s mouth. Someone could hear, and with the news of the recent killings spreading, she didn’t want to risk finally being caught.

The blood oozed out of the man’s wound, and Nat smiled as she grabbed her camera. She examined her surroundings, making sure nobody was nearby before she took multiple photos, placing them in her pocket after making sure they were perfect for you. She sent a text your way, updating you on her completion before removing the mask and cloak, placing them in her bag while she placed a single headphone in, making sure she looked like a normal citizen and not a killer who just took away the life of an innocent man. You told her to be safe on her voyage home and received a quick photo of her grinning with a thumbs up, giving you all the closure you needed as you set up the bath. You ensured the water was hot so it would cool to an even temperature by the time she was home. You placed her favorite toys in the pile of bubbles and ventured into the kitchen, waiting for the oven to set off and to hear the twisting of keys to your shared apartment.

“Mommy? I’m home!” You heard a giggly Nat alert you, causing you to peek your head out of the room. She smiled when she saw you and tried rushing forward, only to be stopped by your voice.

“Ah, ah, what’s the rule with shoes in the house?” She looked down, noticing a small trail of blood she left on the floor. She rushed an apology and placed them on the rack next to the coat hanger, continuing her way to you and throwing her arms around you in a hurry.

“Mm, I missed you, bear.” You placed your hands on both of her cheeks, squishing the plush skin before leaving a quick peck on her lips. Her dimples shined under her large blush and you chuckled, placing one last kiss on her forehead before grabbing her plate of food.

“I know you must be so hungry after all your hard work today, I thought you deserved a little treat.”

“Breakfast for dinner? Oh, thank you, Mommy!” You knew it was her favorite, and while it was a bit of a hassle, you’d rather spend half an hour cleaning if you got to see her smile so large. She poured the maple syrup over her waffle before grabbing the whipped cream, only to be stopped by a hand.

“I think it’s best if Mommy does that for you, we don’t want you dirtying up your shirt, now do we?” You also knew she loved to go over the top with sweetness, whipped cream being one of those. While she deserved a lovely treat, it was best if she didn’t plow down piles of food and complain later on about stomach pain.

“Would you like me to cut your waffle for you, love?” She grappled onto your arm, resting her head on the soft skin as she watched your every move.

“Yes, please.” Her mouth felt empty, usually, she had her pacifier to soothe her in times of calmness like this. So, she took to biting her lip instead, a habit you’ve been trying to have her let go of.

“There you go. Why don’t you eat up and you can tell me all about your little adventure tonight, okay?” She nodded, instantly taking her fork and picking the piece she saw first. You sighed with contentment before taking the seat across from her, occasionally feeling her foot slap against your leg as she swung them happily.

“I even got a bunch of pictures for you!” She concluded her rant, reaching into her pocket where the Polaroids were stored.

“No talking with your mouth full, bear,” You reminded her, making her stop as she swallowed the nourishment before continuing. She placed each of them on the table, taking a sip of her apple juice before explaining each one.

“And guess what? I stabbed him, like, a billion times! I forgot to cover his mouth on accident, so I made sure to leave before anyone heard him or saw me.” You nodded along with her statements, standing alongside her as the two of you cleaned each dish.

“Now, baby, you need to make sure you’re being careful, I don’t want you to get caught.”

“I know, Mommy, I promise I’m usually really careful, but I got a little excited this time.” The man wasn’t a terrible person, but in her mind he was. He was your boss and had been setting unrealistic expectations for all of his workers, including you. This meant longer hours and more stress, which also meant less time that Nat got to spend with you. You tried making it up to her, and she didn’t blame you, but she knew this was the best gift she could offer you. After all, you do so much for her, you deserved a thank you.

“That’s alright, we’re just going to need to wait a little bit longer until we find someone, this time.”

The two of you quickly finished the load of dishes, thankful that there wasn’t a lot. You led her to the bathroom, helping rid her of her clothing before she settled in the bathtub. She played with the toys, allowing her giggles to be presented instead of shying away. She was never appreciated in the ways you showed her, so being able to remove that ounce of fear she held felt undeniably relieving.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?” She asked in a low voice, clinging onto the towel you wrapped around her. You furrowed your brows but gave her permission, your worry only growing as her gaze faltered to the floor.

“Do you really think I’m good at this type of stuff?” She had been trained her entire life to kill, it was all she ever knew. She was of the highest rankings at such a young age, but the constant competition and downgrading she received failed to fill her confidence. All she ever wanted was to be good enough, and now that goal was even more important with you by her side.

“Oh, honey, of course, you are! I’m always so proud of you and your work, nothing will ever change that.” She sat on the edge of the bed, the cracked window causing goosebumps to erupt on her naked skin. You took the signal to shut it before returning, kneeling before her as you patched up a small cut on her knee. She eyed the Frozen bandaid with a smile, running her fingertip over the area before returning her gaze to you.

“But you don’t seem as excited about it as before, am I doing something wrong?” Her lips formed into a pout that she tried to hide, only to be exposed as you brought her face to meet yours.

“No, that’s not it at all. I’m so sorry, bear, I’ve been so stressed over work, and with the holidays coming up, I guess I’ve been neglecting you as a result. I’m so sorry, it was never my intent to hurt you.” She relished in the fact that the truth was now out and she could be at ease, but she felt saddened at your reaction. She didn’t want to hurt you, but now you were the one with a heavy heart.

“No, it’s okay! I- I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t doing something wrong, I’m not mad at you.” You rubbed her sides gently, taking the seat next to her as you wrapped your arm around her small frame. She rested her head on your shoulder out of instinct.

“You did so well tonight, I think I’m going to hang those photos up on the fridge so I’ll always be reminded of how talented you are.” Her legs rested on top of yours as she kissed your cheek in appreciation. You chuckled, doing the same to her while your hand rested on her thigh. You inched further, watching her shuffle impossibly closer to you as a result.

“You know what I think? I think that my girl deserves a little reward for just how well she did.” Your thumb made contact with her tip, the action bringing a shiver throughout Nat’s body. She grinned through a bitten lip, her cheeks turning a shade of red as you removed the skin from her teeth.

“You need to stop that, baby, you know I don’t like it.” She rushed a quick apology before a small gasp left her. She removed the towel from her lower half, only to see your hand now wrapped around her length, stroking a continued motion slowly.

“M- Mommy, that feels really nice.” You hummed, your eyes falling to the area of attention. You removed your hand, causing a whine of disapproval from your girlfriend. You shushed her, guiding her to lay on her back as she spotted her stuffed animal. It was a plush dinosaur that you got her years ago, she still cherished it. You pressed a kiss to her forehead before doing the same to the soft creature in her arms.

“Close your eyes, I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” She questioned when you stood in front of the door. You turned to look at her as you removed your shirt, exposing the black bra to her eyesight. They widened, her cock hardening even further before you closed the door behind you. She tried to follow your orders of sitting tight and closing her eyes, but the anticipation was so high. She wanted to know what you were doing, she wanted to feel your touch again. Her palm lowered down her body without realization, and she couldn’t hold back the whimper as she brushed over her balls. They were so sensitive, but you always said that was your favorite part about them.

“Natty, baby? Are your eyes closed?” She retracted her hand instantly, hoping you wouldn’t get a glance at her antics. You were never one for letting her touch herself, she suspected that wasn’t going to change tonight.

“Yup!” She heard the door squeak and had to fight the urge to look, but she remained how you wanted her, and she knew that pleased you when she heard small cooing.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little girl ever? Mommy is so, so lucky to have you, bear.” You ran your cool hands against her nipples, resulting in the buds hardening. She stifled a moan as you went lower, your fingers tracing over the same area she had just teased. She hoped you couldn’t tell, she never knew how but you seemed to know everything, especially when it came to her.

“I could just…eat you up!” Your hand enclosed around her cock, creating the same movements as you started earlier. She was grateful to have the return of your touch, but it wasn’t quite enough. Her hips thrusted with every stroke, her desperation being made clear to anyone who could see her.

“Oh, did you need something?” She whimpered when you came to a halt, your thumb collecting the pre cum from her drooling tip. You rubbed it over her bottom lip, letting her get a taste of the sweet nectar you grew addicted to.

“You, I…I want you.”

“But you have me, don’t you?” Your condescending tone brought her to quiver in excitement and fear.

“I need to be in you, Mommy…please?” You crooned, hovering over her length and letting the head tease your folds. You moaned, rubbing your clit in small circles. You continued until she couldn’t bear it anymore and finally let yourself soak in the pleasure, and allowing her to feel your warm walls clenching around her.

“Fuck, my little girl is so big, can barely even fit.” You groaned, interlacing your fingertips with hers. She seemed content with the praise and let her hips follow your movements, hoping she was doing it correctly in order to make you feel good, but that was quickly proven by your high-pitched moans.

“Right- right there- ah! Don’t stop, baby, don’t you dare fucking stop!” You leaned your face down, admiring the fact that she continued to comply to your request even in a state of such arousal.

“You can open your eyes now, bear.” She fluttered them open, blinking twice as she came to register the sight in front of her. The mask covered your face, the black paint looking into her eyes and she suddenly felt like someone else. She was no longer the killer, she was the victim.

“You like the mask? Yeah? Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” Your pants caused your chest to heave, your breasts bouncing in her face as a result. She removed a hand from yours, using her digits to caress the soft peaks before wrapping her lips around one, then switching to the other. The coil in her stomach tightened with each clench and each thrust, her eyes squeezing shut as she forced herself to slow down.

“Don’t hold back, bear, I want to feel your cum so deep inside of me.” She looked at you one more time for permission, using your short nod as approval to let go. Her teeth bit down gently as a result, causing you to hiss as she hurried to explain herself. You cut her off before she could speak, and she found herself unable to do so as she painted your walls white. You let her ride out her high, finding yourself unable to care for the orgasm you threatened yourself into having. It was cut short, and Nat wasn’t going to allow that.

“Mommy-”

“Shh, shh, don’t worry about me, just fill Mommy’s pussy.” Your tight hole greedily accepted her, and your womb greedily accepted her seed. You felt so full, but you were nowhere near done.

“You see this?” You pointed the knife in front of her, she gulped in fear before it led into hunger. You led the weapon to your chest as you leaned back, drawing it from the bottom of the mask to your lower waist. You grasped her palm, placing the knife in her hand as you allowed her to sit up. When doing so, her cock maneuvered inside of you, bringing a shudder of pleasure from both of you.

“I want you to mark me, baby. I want every single fucking soul to know exactly who’s Mommy I am.” She smiled, letting the object slowly and barely seep into you, it was just enough to leave a mark but nowhere near as bad to injure you greatly.

“And I want you to tell me while you write just how much of a good girl you are, and just how much Mommy loves their little bear.” You pet her head, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she continued. You felt your hips threatening to repeat from earlier but held off until she finished.

“There, all done.” ‘Owner of Natty Bear’ was sloppily written on your skin, the blood dripping down your side as you praised the younger female.

“Mm, you did so good, Princess. Now, I think Mommy deserves a little treat, as well, yeah?” She nodded happily. “Alright, lay down, Mommy’s going to ride that cute face.”

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Delirium Days

Pairings: Wandanat x (eventually) R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Wanda and Nat had wanted you to join their relationship from the beginning. But when you fall sick they can’t help but to care for you and make their feelings known.

TW: Delirium (idk if that’s a warning or not lol), one swear word

A/N Not edited.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you felt someone had replaced all the blood in your body with concrete. Your limbs hurt and they were hard to move. Your head felt like it was full of rocks and was just as heavy too. Stumbling to the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face. Of course you would wake up sick. Throwing on some makeup and taking a Panadol to stop in ache in your bones and head, you trudged downstairs looking slightly more presentable.

“Morning Y/n/n” Wanda called from where she was making pancakes. Upon hearing this Nat also looked up from where she was drowning a stack in maple syrup and ice-cream. Nat loved sweet foods.

“Morning detka.” Nat called, eyes returning to them tower.

Trying your best to keep your voice steady you bid them good morning and took a seat. Luckily they seemed to buy it. You must have zoned out because a second later Wanda was laying your own stack of pancakes in front of you and Nat looked like she was waiting for an answer to something.

“Sorry. Could you repeat the question.” You mumbled. Nat frowned and Wanda looked at you closely, making you squirm slightly in your seat.

“I asked if you wanted toppings?” She said unsurely.

“Are you feeling ok?” Wanda asked, going to lay a hand on your cheek. You dodged, putting on a weak smile.

“Just tried. I need some coffee.” You said, voice husky. You played it off as the lasting effects of sleep and got up despite your body’s protests to get coffee.

When you returned to the table, the world tilted for a second making you stumble slightly as you sat back down.

“Honey? Do you want to go back to bed?” Wanda asked, Nat eyed you closely.

Your body screamed at you to say yes but you simply shook your head. Not helping with the dizziness. You put your head down on the table. Too tired to conjure anymore of a charade for the couple. Wanda and Nat had been dating long before you joined the team. And as much as you loved both women, you didn’t want to spoil their love for each other. So you were happy to watch from afar, the twinge in your heart becoming a constant ache.

“Love?” Nat asked.

“Yeah?” You grumbled.

“She asked if you wanted anything?” Wanda frowned. Leaning forward, she brushed a hand over your head, pausing before laying the back of her hand on your forehead.

“Nat, she’s quite warm.” Wanda shot a concerned look at the other girl, who came around to feel for herself.

Upon laying her hand on your flushed cheek, Nat hissed. Her hand taking the makeup off your cheek to reveal a pink flush to your skin.

“Shes more than a little warm.” Nat agreed

“Friday?” Wanda asked, reappearing with a wash cloth to remove the makeup. She crouched down in front of you. Gently she wiped off all the concealer and set the cloth down again.

“Yes Ms. Maximoff” the AI replied

“What is Y/n’s temperature?”

“Y/n appears to be running a fever of 102.8” Friday responded.

“Shit.” Nat swore, receiving a playful slap from Wanda on the arm.

Scooping you up, Nat carried you back to Wanda and her shared room. Wanda trailed behind.

Waking up slightly, to find yourself in Nat’s strong arms, your head felt fuzzy.

“Natty?” You asked voice sounding high and slurred. Wanda shot Nat a look at the nickname.

“Yes love?” Nat cooed.

“Can you turn the sun down please.” You huffed burying your head in her armpit. She thanked god she had put on more deodorant after training.

Wanda chuckled slightly at Nat’s thoughts, receiving a glare from the redhead in question.

“Bit delirious there sweetheart?” Wanda cooed. Stroking back your hair as Nat laid you on their bed.

“‘M not your sweetheart.” You mumbled making both girls freeze. You had never denied their names for you in the past. And they knew your fever was making you say things, but curiosity won out in the end.

“No?” Nat asked.

“ B’t I wanna be.” You smiled snuggling into Wanda’s side as she ran her hands through your hair. “One day.” You grinned.

Nat retuned a moment later with two cold wash cloths. Placing one on the back of your neck and handing Wanda another for your forehead. You wined at the coldness and Wanda shushed you, pulling you in flush to her side. Your eyes fought to stay open.

“It’s alright sweetheart, close those pretty eyes for us now.” Wanda cooed.

You feel asleep to Wanda’s nails on your scalp and Nat tracing patterns between your shoulder blades.

Next time you woke up your fever had broken and both girls were asleep beside you. Your memories were fuzzy and as your words came back to you, you shot up in bed. Accidentally waking both girls in the process.

“What’s wrong detka?” Nat asked, shooting a worried look at Wanda who laid a hand on your cheek. Blushing you stuttered out an apology.

“Now. Now. There’s no need for that sweetheart. We were happy to help.” Wanda hushed.

You flopped back onto the bed. Freezing when you felt a soft pair of lips on yours.

“Sorry.” Nat grinned sheepishly. “Couldn’t help it, your so cute when you pout.”

“‘S ok” you smiled. “I kinda liked it.”

“Then maybe I can have a turn.” Wanda grinned, pulling you into her for another kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey.

Realising what was happening you panicked. “Im sorry. Im so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship. Im tired and sick and I let my emotions get out of check. And-“

“Its ok.” Wanda shushed, cutting off your rambling.

“We have wanted to do that for a long time.” Nat agreed.

“Don’t think we haven’t notice you watching us.” Wanda smiled slyly.

Of course they noticed. One was a mind reader and the other a trained spy. You groaned, making both girls giggle.

“If you don’t mind we would love for you to join our little relationship.” Nat smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes. Wanda smiled at the blush that rose to your cheeks.

“Ok.” You mumbled quietly. Wanda contained a squeal at your cuteness. Both girl laid either side of you pulling your body into theirs as Wanda coaxed you back to sleep. When your eyes were finally shut, Nat whispered to Wanda.

“Can we keep her?”

“I don’t think we’ll ever be letting her go.” Wanda smiled sweetly down at your sleeping form.

Master list

[according2thelore]

36 y/o sam makes for a FORTY y/o dean. can you imagine.

in my head the dean fight is just them both accusing each other of being bad brothers to their respective sams.... just a furious mix of possessiveness and self-hating. i-can-be-a-better-big-brother-off. like a bake off! but insane.

i think old sam and dean would also bask in the admiration of their younger brothers. 36 y/o sam casually lifting weights and doing yoga in the freaking library like haha.... look at how wide my biceps are dean.... meanwhile 40 y/o dean is baking for 22 y/o sam while flexing every other second. extremely embarrassing middle aged men.

GRAHHHHH

a 22 y/o ES!Sam, a 26 y/o ES!Dean, a 36 y/o LS!Sam, and a 40 y/o LS!Dean?????

"embarrassing old men" is so REAL!!!!!!!

LS!Sam tries to find excuses to lift heavy things like 'hey have y'all seen my keys?' *lifts the armchair above his head* ES!Dean is panting and sweating and so hard that he almost passes out and ES!Sam has buried his face in his hands bc oh my god he's so transparent this is so fucking mortifying

LS!Dean keeps trying to feed ES!Sam because oh my god? this kid is so skinny? he makes him burgers and pancakes and grilled cheeses and slaps ES!Dean's hand--hard--when he tries to grab one off the plate because these are not for you, little shit.

while LS!Sam and ES!Dean are off gazing lovingly into each other's eyes or whatever, LS!Dean and ES!Sam are so uncomfortable-sticky-sick with jealousy that they end up migrating to the kitchen, where they spend hours at a time, sometimes talking sometimes not.

dean will make him lunch or snacks or crack him a beer ('if you're even old enough to drink, how old are you anyway, squirt?' 'squirt, god, what is this, 1950? i'm 22, jerk.') and ES!Sam tries to gently sneak info about the future out of dean.

dean has almost twenty years on this kid. he can't stop looking at sam's wet little mouth and feels like an old perv for it, but what else can he do about it? he thinks it's mostly unrequited lust (feeling sam's bicep and being able to wrap an entire hand around it, looking up into his little brother's eyes and sam can't even look down at him without looking away shyly, god), but when he's pulling a pizza out of the oven, he catches ES!Sam looking away sharply, blush crawling up his neck and holy shit--

that little skeeze! he was totally checking out dean's ass! everything dean makes now has to be baked, or the pans mysteriously move to the bottom cabinets and he has to bend over to get them out. he wears his best jeans and his most worn shirts or wifebeaters and takes sammy out to the garage so they can talk there while he eats food dean made and dean can really make a show of it--flexing and hauling things and bending over the engine. and who can blame sam if he has to lean over and touch? who can say dean's wrong if sam's sitting in the chair in the kitchen and his hair is mussed from sleep and his eyes are dazed and he has a smear of maple syrup at the corner of his mouth from pancakes dean made for him, and dean has to wipe it away with his thumb and suck it into his own mouth?

or reverse, ES!Dean pretending that he needs lore help so LS!Sam leans over him in the library chair, his broad chest to Dean's back, his breath on Dean's ear, his hair tickling his neck. ES!Sam asking LS!Dean questions about the armory so he can see his eyes light up, so he can watch his shoulders as he hauls something heavy, deadly and purposeful and graceful.

and oof. a dean fight would be brutal. both verbally and physically. LS!Dean would be blaming all of his past mistakes on ES!Dean (maybe if you'd loved him right, he would've stayed. maybe if you weren't such a needy piece of shit, you could've stopped him. maybe if you were stronger, you could stop what's coming. sam needs someone better than you, someone who won't fuck up.) whereas ES!Dean sees all the pockmarks in LS!Sam and knows somehow it must be LS!Dean's fault (who did that to him? who let that happen? you're talking about being strong, but you're weak. pathetic. talk about being a big man but you're just as fucking broken. i would've never let that happen, i would've never let anyone get in fifty fucking miles of him--our job is to protect sammy, all costs. i would've rather died). they keep trying to prove how much better they are, how much more they can provide.

but any way you cut it, they just soak up each other's attention and anger because it's so reassuring to know that all versions of sam's big brother love him, will do anything for him; that sam chooses dean--any dean, every dean, in every form. that all versions of your brother is your version, he will always belong to you.

but god, the jealousy!!!! he's mine!!!! petulant and childish and grown and desperate and everything in between!!!!!

you get it anon, oh lovely anon <3 they are everything to each other at all times, and time travel would just make it more twisted and possessive and frantic. <3

-lizzy

[lostfirefly]

As I mentioned before, I liked the idea of lifetime sketches. Welcome to random Buggy and Catherine's morning". Fun, fluff, the pancake song! (@gingernut1314, hi!). This sketch was inspired by clown emoji on discord :)

"Fuck, I love you so much, cotton candy."

"I love you too, my Buggy Bear. Very much." Catherine stroked Buggy's wet back. "You okay? You're breathing so hard."

"One of the best mornings ever!!" He giggled, ducking his face into her hair.

"Go to hell, pervert!" Catherine slapped him gently. "I don't know how it happened. It's all your fault, fucking clown."

"No, no! Don't try to blame it all on me!" Buggy raised his head and looked into her eyes. "It was your initiative."

"No! It's all your fault. You were so cute when you were sleeping. And your hair is so long and beautiful. I just wanted to stroke them. And then bam! You're already pulling my pants down." Catherine noticed how he kept looking at her. "Stop looking at me, you're embarrassing me."

"You're so beautiful, Cathie-pie."

"You've been unusually gentle today. What's wr--" Catherine didn't have time to finish her sentence, because Buggy pressed his lips to hers.

Catherine quickly hugged him tighter, returning the kiss when she heard his stomach rumble.

"Oh, my God, Buggy! Are you serious?" She laughed through the kiss. "How do you do that? You just confessed your love to me, and now this. You're unbelievable."

"What?" He laughed back.

"What? Your stomach probably rumbled all over Egypt." Catherine didn't know how to stop laughing. "Are you hungry?"

"The God of Sex showed you so much this morning. Of course, he's hungry."

"Geeez! I knew that line would stick in your head. That's it, you missed your moment, get off me." Catherine gently pushed him off her and onto the bed.

"Ouch. No!!!" Buggy tried to grab her hand. "Cotton candy! Come back to me! Or under me!" He winked at her.

"Quiet, clown!" Catherine grabbed her pants. "Don't you dare say such dirty things when I'm in my pajamas with ponies." She leaned over to kiss Buggy on the nose. "You were hungry, weren't you. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Pancakes."

"Okay, my pancake glutton." Catherine smiled. "I'm going to the kitchen, and you come to me, I think the first batch will be ready in about 30 minutes. Love you!" Smack. Smack.

Catherine ran into the kitchen, leaving Buggy in the bedroom. He lay in bed for a long time, periodically looked at Catherine's side of the bed, the soft sheets still warm from where she had been lying. Buggy gently ran his hand over the empty space, feeling the lingering traces of Catherine's presence.

The distant clatter of plates and bowls only served to emphasize Catherine's absence, making the room feel strangely quiet and empty without her vibrant energy.

Buggy strained his ears, trying to catch the sound of Catherine's humming - that sweet, lilting melody that never failed to lift his spirits. He immediately sent his ear to the kitchen to hear the faint sound of her voice.

Your blue hair like waves, brushing softly your face, In the quiet of morning, there’s beauty and grace, I stir in some love, like the salt and the spice, For you are my treasure, my heart’s paradise.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, when he returned his ear back. Reluctantly, Buggy pushed himself up from the bed, the mattress creaking beneath him, and began slowly pulling on his pants. Buggy will never admit it, but he couldn't bear to be apart from Catherine for long. With one last wistful look around the room, he made his way towards the kitchen.

Leaning one shoulder against the wooden frame, Buggy paused there, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before him. Catherine stood at the stove, her movements quick and efficient as she expertly maneuvered the spatula, flipping the golden-brown pancakes that sizzled and popped in the hot pan. The delicious aroma of the batter, mixed with the faint scent of maple syrup, wafted through the air, making his stomach rumble with anticipation.

Catherine continued to hum quietly, dancing slightly.

In the kitchen bright, I'll whip up a treat, For my blue-haired clown, oh, life feels so sweet. Pancakes in a stack, fluffy and round, A sprinkle of magic, where laughter is found.

Buggy watched, mesmerized, as Catherine deftly transferred the finished pancakes to a waiting plate, the stack growing higher with each new addition. Without missing a beat, Catherine immediately poured a fresh ladle of batter onto the frying pan, the liquid sizzling and spreading into a perfect circle.

So here's to the morning, with giggles and cheer, As we share our breakfast, my heart feels so near. In this colorful world, where we both belong, Love you, dear clown, in our own merry song!

"Wow! The smell is so fucking amazing!" Buggy tried to hide his smile as he listened to her song.

"You're here!" Catherine smiled at him. "Yeah, the only thing I can cook well is pancakes. My mom taught me once, and my grandma taught her. Sit down, the first batch is ready, as is your fresh coffee."

Buggy trudged to the chair and plopped down.

"You're not wearing makeup this morning?" Catherine glanced at him over her shoulder. "I'm very proud of you. Really. But don't forget, I love you with and without makeup." She walked up to the table holding a large mug in her hands. "Here, your coffee." Smack. Smack. "Pancakes coming soon."

Buggy tried his best to hide his smile and not cuddle up to Catherine as she kissed him on the top of the head a few more times and ran to the table to get a plate.

"And here's your favorite breakfast." Catherine set the plate down on the table, giggling.

As Buggy gazed down at the plate before him, his eyes were immediately drawn to the whimsical, colorful creation that lay there. "What the fuck is this?" He turned the plate on the table.

Atop the fluffy golden pancakes, a vibrant clown face had been meticulously crafted, the batter shaped and molded into a playful expression. Dollops of bright red "nose" and rosy "cheeks" were accented by thick black lines for the eyes and red lines for the mouth, giving the pancakes a delightfully cartoonish appearance.

"See? He even has blue hair." Catherine pointed carefully at the blue icing.

"Why?" Buggy didn't know how to stop laughing. "What did I do to you that made you do this?"

"Come on! It's funny! You were a little sad this morning, and I don't like it when my clown is sad." Smack. "I wanted to cheer you up." Smack. Smack. "Try it, please."

With childlike wonder, Buggy reached down and took a bite.

"Tasty?" Catherine asked softly, stroking his hair.

"You know," Buggy cleared his throat, "I think they've been getting better every day since you made them for me after our first adventure."

"I knew you loved me!" Catherine squealed and threw her arms around his neck. Sma-a-a-ack. "Buggy…"

"I'm listening, Cathie-pie." He took another piece of pancake.

"I don't know how you do it, but stop ruining our romantic moment and grabbing my ass!"

[vlovebug]

more valentine headcannons cus i need a break from writing

he writes and does stuff with both hands ( i forgot how to spell it)

telekinesis ( hotel translvsnnna inspired)

likes baking more then cooking

likes to scare people on purpose, his favorite person to scare is jonhy spirit ( is that his name?)

he pushs spelldon off the bed atleast once every other day

He can't sleep unless he's touching spelldon with alteast one body part ( this goes for sleep in general )

He has stuffed animals that can be warmed up so he can sleep alone

Changes the way his bangs look every day

He can get lovesick

he works at an animal shelter and his uniform is always covered in fur and feathers

had to learn the hard way that he’s allergic maple syrup

he slaps people by accident ( they just appear out of nowhere 😭)

zones the fuck out and there’s no way to get him back down to earth so let him just sit there starring a wall or som

it’s scary how good he is at dodgeball, like if he has a ball run for your life

like siting in shallow lakes and skipping stones

he can be used as a life jacket because he only floats in water ( little cupcake hc:))

love hate relationship with instrumentals of music

finds and gives rocks them to spelldon

Spelldon gives Valentine something so that he knows he'll come back ( this applies to all others he's with)

He was given a neckless from spellsons mom ( I forgot her name)

He doesn't really care what gender of clothes he's wearing as long as he's comfy and he looks good it doesn't matter to him

He's got a strong jaw and has broken a jawbreaker like nothing

[bonesandthebees]

*European confusion* 7 dishes?! Why do you need 7 of them?! That feels like waaaaaayyyyyy too much food.

So yes, elaborate.

-🌲

LMAO well thanksgiving is a Big Meal so the dishes obviously have the entree + dessert but also then you just have a ton of side dishes.

in most 'traditional' thanksgiving celebrations the entree is always the turkey. I'm letting my mom handle that one lmao that's so much work on its own

my responsibility are 4 out of the 5 side dishes we're having, along with dessert. I'm going to be baking bread rolls from scratch (not hard, just takes a lot of time), then I'll make mashed potatoes (not difficult, just boiling potatoes and then mashed them all together with a bit of milk, a lot of butter, and some cheese), I'm also going to make cornbread from scratch because it's actually not that difficult and homemade cornbread is sooooo delicious, and I'll also bake some asparagus (and possibly broccoli too but I'd do those the same way at the same time so I'd count is as one dish) as our vegetable. then my dessert is gonna be pecan pie which I've made before. the one concession is I'm not making the crust from scratch because that's way too difficult with everything else going on, but everything else about it I'll make on my own. I love making pecan pie because the recipe I use makes it with maple syrup instead of corn syrup and it gives it a subtle maple flavor that's so so good

and then my grandma is going to be making a dish that probably sounds the most confusing to non-americans (and tbh, probably to a lot of americans as well since I think it's most commonly made in appalachia where my grandma is from), corn pudding. I know the concept of sweet pudding made with corn probably sounds gross but it actually slaps just trust me

anyway, yeah, it's a lot of food. but I like cooking and holidays are essentially my olympics. I get insanely stressed about timing the dishes and always end up snapping at whoever is in the kitchen with me but I do it to myself every year because sometimes you just relish in your own suffering a bit yknow. also the leftovers are so worth it.

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Forty-Four

Warning;⚠️ domestic violence, sexual assault.

Chloe swallowed hard and as she trembled she called Michael. What was he going to say she thought, about her once again running from him. He threatened her to never do it again...she didn’t want to think of the consequences.

The phone rang several times before Michael picked up.

“Michael, it’s Chloe. I’ve…” he cut her off immediately.

“It’s been four and a half days, and you finally call. Where the hell are you?”

“I was saying, I’ve been in the hospital. I’m calling you to come get me now that I’ve been discharged.” She said.

“So now you expect me to pay a hospital bill because you drug your whiny ass to the hospital? Is that it?”

“Michael, my ribs were broken and I had a sprained wrist. The baby’s heartbeat was dangerously low. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be there shortly,” he said, slamming down the phone.

Chloe was terrified to go home but felt she had no choice. Then Dr Stevens walked up.

“Chloe, are you sure you want to go home? I’m worried for you,” he said.

“I’ll be fine, really. Look Michael is here already. I better get out there.” She said.

“I’ll push your wheelchair out there for you.” The Dr said.

“No, please. I’ll walk out. Really it’s fine. Thank you.” Chloe said and then left out the automatic doors.

Dr Stevens watched and as Chloe got in and they drove away he saw her crying. His hands were tied, there was nothing he could do now.

As Chloe and Michael drove home he berated her and hit her several times. The fear she felt was palpable. When they got home he started slapping her around.

“Do I have to lock you in to keep you from running away!?” He screamed at her. “ I told you to never run from me again or I’d kill you! Well, I won’t kill you but I’ll make your life hell!” He yelled.

“Please, Michael, I just wanted to see a Dr, that’s all. I didn’t run away. I called you as soon as I was discharged.”

“You're damn lucky you did! But that doesn’t get you off the hook.” He said dragging her by her hair up the stairs to their bathroom.

He grabbed her and dragged her to the full tub that he filled before he picked her up. Twisted his fingers in her hair and stuck her head under water. Then he pulled it up. It put it back in again before Chloe could catch her breath. Then he pulled it out again.

“Are you ever going to run again?” he asked.

“No!” She screamed, trying to catch her breath. “I promise.”

He dunked her again and held her there until he felt she was almost out of air. When he pulled her out and let go of her she fell to the floor crying.

“Get supper on the table, I’m hungry.” Michael said walking away.

Chloe caught her breath, changed her clothes and dried off and went down to the kitchen. She was in a daze from what Michael had just done. Her head hurt and she felt weak and I’ll to her stomach. She wondered what to throw together and then remembered that Martha told her she had some Chicken Tetrazzini made up ahead to help her out when she saw her in the hospital a couple days ago.

Michael didn’t know she came of course. She opened the fridge and found it and stuck it in the oven and started to make a spinach salad for them. She put in some apples, feta, dried cranberries, toasted walnuts and scallions as well as some mandarins.

She made a vinaigrette of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, garlic powder, pepper, Dijon mustard, and a bit of maple syrup. By this time the Chicken was done.

Chloe walked into the living room where Michael was having a drink and reading.

“Michael supper is on the table.” She said still weak from almost being drowned.

“About time,” he said, standing up and going to the kitchen.

They only used the dining room when guests were over.

“I apologize for how long it took,” Chloe said quietly and her head down.

They ate in complete silence. When they were done Chloe cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. She went upstairs and got ready for bed. When Michael crawled in, he rolled over to her and started to very roughly have sex with her. By this time Chloe had decided she wouldn’t fight back anymore, it only got her hurt. She laid there and waited for him to be done. She then rolled over and silently cried herself to sleep.

[8-bitpixelheart]

Just tried Cracker Barrel™ for the first time. Ordered the Grandma's sampler, two pancakes, some ham, bacon, sausage, and whatever the fuck a 'hashbrown cassarole' is. Fully loaded.

The Cracker Barrel™ pancakes were fine. 8/10, once it was generously doused with the Cracker Barrel™ cute little bottle of maple syrup. They were very savory, almost too savory, but the syrup fixed that.

The Cracker Barrel™ bacon was perfect, exactly how I cook bacon. Chewy, not crispy. Probably not everyone's cup of tea, but I don't care.

The Cracker Barrel™ sausage was. Pretty much a dog treat. It was flat. It was crispy. It was dry. I could have used it to play fetch with a dog. I could have used it to shingle a house. I could have shoved it up where the sun doesn't shine and it would've been just as enjoyable as it was eating it. I don't know why Cracker Barrel™ chose to do sausage patties instead of links but it's probably because kids kept using the links as construction toys. Which is the only right way to use them.

How the FUCK do you fuck up ham, Cracker Barrel™. What was this. What WAS this. This thin, crispy, dry sheet of human skin. If I were to challenge someone to a duel and slap them with this ham it would shatter into dust. I could spore print this ham. I could plant this ham in the ground to create a dead zone as it absorbs all water and life within a 5ft radius. I could put this ham in a lake and turn it into a hole. It's not hard to make ham, Cracker Barrel™. You take the piece. You put it in the pan just long enough to heat. You take it out. It's like 1, maybe 2 minutes. Maybe 3 if you go low enough. You scorched the earth of this ham, Cracker Barrel™. You cooked this ham so hard it's descendants have been reduced to ash and bone. I hate you, Cracker Barrel™.

[hypersomniaaboutsleeping]

💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫 #7

Official name: Unexpected

Only here on En here. From author personally.

P.s. sometimes dumb! Oops. (Daichi/dai/day - one person)

The boy went inside. Daichi ran out to meet him, screaming with all his might.

- YES, SO THAT THE BIRDS SHIT ON HIM, DIDN'T HOLD HIS LEGS AND THE DIARRHEA DRAGGED! WHERE IS MENMA WEARING NOW?! I'M GOING TO TURN HIM FROM A BRUNETTE INTO A SAKURA, I'M AFRAID NOT ONLY BY PAINTING!

- STOP YELLING AT ANYONE!

- Well, I'm sorry. - Green eyes and strove to shoot on any occasion. - It's not every day they pour BLEACH INTO my SHAMPOO!

Mikoto lazily came out to the screams. Pathetically closed the book.. And she looked at the man so menacingly that Boruto was ready to march..

- Well, run and wash it off before you stay bald!

And gave a slap on the back of the head, then turning to the guest.. That is, Bo.

- Do you need something? Come into the kitchen, I'll pour you some tea.

- And- sorry to come in like that..

- I know the door is unlocked. Menma lost the keys, but to be afraid.. In fact, there is nothing. And he let you go?

At first, Boruto did not understand the meaning of the question..

- Well, it turns out that yes, dattebasa. And what will the tea be with?

- I'll treat dango, will it suit? I cooked it myself, with maple syrup.

The boy nodded as he entered the small but cozy kitchen. Maybe not too clean, but the flowers on the windowsill are watered, there are no dishes, and there is a ready dessert in the pan.

Daichi, apparently, had washed himself, and was sitting in a towel, drinking coffee, still frowning.. And whitish. He ran his hand through his hair, took out another clump..

- Should I give you a healing ointment? With Menma, of course, we will talk.. It's hard for him.. Boruto, have a seat.

- Yes, it would be nice. It still burns.

The girl quickly handed dango, took out a neutralizer and ointment from the closet.

Day was going to do it on his own, but Mikoto had already mixed the compositions, and applied them with gentle movements to the poor blonde head.

Bo turned away, as if he saw something really personal, and ate one thing, taking the second one.

- Thank you, Mikoto-san, but I think I'll stop by Sarada's, thank you very much for the treat!

- Wait. Once to Sarada, give it to Sasuke, and for her too. Black to him, white to her. For Orochimaru, I'll bring it myself.

She handed over a couple of boxes, obviously with treats.

Uzumaki frowned.

- Why don't you ask Menma?

- Have you been living here since birth, or has he?

The boy clicked, but obediently took the boxes, turning along a familiar route..

Already when the door closed, Daichi finally calmly finished his coffee.

- Why? Don't you trust them?

- On the contrary. I want to trust.

A week ago, they were sent a dozen hairpins. The sender's name "scarlet marten" has already made it perfectly clear who sent these magnificent bugs.

Menma didn't return until after midnight.. Dirty, but with empty buckets and rags.

- Well, it will be a lesson to you. Go to sleep in the room, sweet dreams.

In response, they only growled, leaving all the cargo in the hall with a bang.

Who knew that tomorrow it would not be possible to sleep at all. And not because of training at all..

..The next day Boruto himself knocked on the door of the neighboring house. Ten thirty... It doesn't seem very early.

- Menmaaa! Stretch out on the street soon! Haven't you seen the mail yet?!

- Boruto-san, I don't think there's a need to shout. The call was heard.

Mitsuki, with a copy of the hairpin, calmly tried to convince and calm down. Sarada, with the same hairpin, was already leaning against the wall, looking at the courtyard, which was no different from the others.

- Maybe we should just wait?! You don't call me a hundred times. - And adjusted her glasses.

- I am in solidarity.

It was Menma's businesslike face leaning out of the window, giving a fist to a girl.

- What, you're not even dressed yet?

- Thank you for being the only one to pay attention to this, usaratonkachi! I tried for you.

The window slammed shut, as if splashing the same poison as the owner. Sarada couldn't hold back her laughter anymore..

- Hey!

But they were hospitably opened the door.

Menma hurriedly pulled on a slightly crumpled T-shirt, rushed to the bathroom, stole someone else's egg from a plate with udon.. To which there was a grumble of displeasure.

- Say thank you for not having a plate! Well, in general, I'm ready to move mountains. Does anyone want to eat or drink?

- Can we get to the point, preferably on foot? - Sarada put her hands on her hips, frowned.. Mitsuki nodded in agreement.

Menma snorted in annoyance, brushing off his T-shirt.

- In short, here, your mail was left there. - Bo left some papers on the table..

The second immediately stirred up the stack, tearing out a specific paper... The first one tsk-tsk irritably..

And then he notices that among them is a letter from the Academy.

- I am required to take exams to confirm the level of genin. Pfft, I'm ready for Chunin in principle!

This caused only laughter from others. You have to be so self-confident to think that you will pass the deadly chunin exam right now.. Being a child.

The boy just shows his tongue.

- Okay-oh, let's go already! He's in a week.

A deliberately gloomy Daichi passes by them.. Or fearful..

Sarada and Mitsuki briefly squint at the young man in bewilderment.. Then to Menma..

- Why are we staring at the statue of Nemesis?! I am not the ghost of Datteban'o!

- What happened to you in a couple of days? You've decided.. Paint yourself? - The girl notices some changes. Wheat hair is no more, there are whitish, almost gray..

- Ask him why the fuck to pour bleach into shampoos!

Daichi passes by quickly and noisily, which, because of the pajamas, does not look frightening from the word at all. Sarada's look towards the culprit reflects the question "why?" ...

- And where is he going? - Mitsuki was the only one who noticed that Haruno was already going to change clothes, and in general he was preparing to go outside.

- Well, apparently, I'm tired of staying at home. I don't know how rational this is, but he looks much less like Naruto.

Menma shrugged nonchalantly, pulling the others to the exit.

Mitsuki took a last look at the interior.. I noticed a framed photograph on the table. Apparently, quite old. Seven-year-old Menma (by the shaggy crown and blue eyes, of course he is), Mikoto.. And another girl.

- Well, what kind of training program do we have today?

The black-haired man slightly pushed forward, stretching carelessly. The day promised to be quite busy..

- What about the tactics of shadow combat? Do you know what it is?

Daichi really went out with them.

- Waaa, it's very boring...

- Tell us more, please. The best fight is the one that hasn't started.

Mitsuki had heard similar definitions before, but in practice it was really difficult to remember them. He was nodded in response, continuing..

- All this is a pure theory of how to defeat the enemy without facing him directly. You've already studied this, but I'll show you a family sample. First of all, there should be four of us at the first stage... Which means I'm just instructing you.

The man confidently followed the others. Admittedly, Mitsuki and Sarada listened to him intelligently. Boruto and Menma were dragged into another uncomplicated argument..

- ..As for me, kunoichi is the coolest Ino! And what? Always beautiful, and strong! - Bo said.

- Pfft, what's wrong! I like Sakura and Temari. They always strive to protect, even if they can't!

- Because it's their task, like Ino's, probably?..

A local training ground appeared in the distance. It was built, of course, recently, so even the varnish from the surface of the tree was in excellent condition.

- And now we choose. Who will beat, and who will be beaten.

And Day smiled slyly.

[royalsunshinehotel]

Kinktober Headcanons #4: Mirror sex with Gawain 18+

(A/N: featuring our favorite douchebag and douchebag behavior, you're a tree so your naked)

Help.

You’re a dryad, aka, a forest spirit. You don’t like it when humans come and damage your forest, but this is too much. 

Our resident dumb Whore, Gawain, is letting out some frustrations on your shell, an unassuming tree. 

He’s grunting and groaning, but fully falls over when you step out of your shell. 

I mean, he doesn’t stop you because you’re inhuman and beautiful. He decides he should start knocking things over in the woods more often. 

You push him down and have your way with him, sex with humans is okay, but short. So much for that, at least he's handsome.

You're a tree, you don't know how much time passes before you see him again, but you should have been suspicious the second you heard a tree fall some ways away.

Could it be a friend? You had to go see.

The second you stepped out of your shell, he was right there again.

"Hello my lady." He says politely as he tries to grab your wrists. You punch him with both fists, he deserves it.

"I need to redeem myself." He declares, "Please let me write this wrong."

"I'm not a lady, I'm a tree."

"I still need to redeem myself"

You're skeptical, but curious. Humans were always funny little creatures, and you could do with a day out.

"About what?"

You let this "Gawain" take you into Camelot, riding in the front, letting him lead you into a stone room. The colors are bold, gold, red, some orange. You see these colors in fall, once a year, never anywhere else!

"Alright Sir, right your wrong."

Gawain's hands roam you as your eyes scan the room, you allow him to push you onto the mattress. You were distracted by the decor, he could fix that.

You recoil as you see a smaller version of yourself on the high

"It's alright, it's just a mirror."

"I don't know what that is!"

"All it means is you can watch. Look how pretty you are." He brushes a hand against your cheek, and for a moment, you actually feel soothed, not annoyed, rolling onto your back again, spread out like a starfish.

You were going to be underwhelmed.

He runs a hand between your legs, eyes lighting up when he brushes something sensitive., hands on your thighs to keep you from squirming away.

And then the human adds his mouth. You try to stay focused on the big dark eyes looking up at you, but your back arches as he licks and nuzzles further into you.

Does tree pussy taste like rainwater or maple syrup sound off in the comments

Something rises within you, and Gawain's mouth works faster and faster until you fall. Into what? You aren't sure.

The human attempts to calm you, but his hands wander again as you recover.

Your curiosity about him was getting deeper.

Swirling your nipple in his mouth, you part your legs for the human to lay himself as he pinches and bites as he pleases.

His declaration echoes in your head and the pieces come together.

Oh.

You watch in the mirror as Gawain pulls you further into the bed, putting your hands by your head and angling your hips as he wants.

And for the first time, he sees what a tree spirit's smile looks like.

Your mewling as Gawain pushes into you. You watch in the mirror, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

Your sensitive chest brushes against his chest hair and your eyes go round. He seemed to be bigger than you remembered.

Your so full, why is he just being still?

His nose brushes your ear, as you rasp, "go on, redeem yourself." The human gets to work. Harshly.

Gawain strokes hit you fast and hard, and your main focus becomes taking air in and out of your mouth.

All you know for a while is the slapping of skin, and obscene squelching. Your skin gets damp, and you're two heated to even notice.

If this was truly how children are made, you understood why there seemed to be so many children in the woods.

You come out of your fog and focus on the mirror again and see Gawain direct you as he wants, as you could now acknowledge he knew more than you did about this.

You play with your breasts and they bounce with each thrust. Gawain seems to be having a grand time rutting into you without a care in the world. Any finesse he'd hoped to keep was gone, and he just needed to lay his claim on the tree woman.

As much of a claim as a man could have with a tree spirit.

There's something surreal about watching yourself dig your nails into the human trying to get him closer. A human, closer. Ha.

You knew humans have seeds too, and you lock your legs around him to be sure he spills his warm seed deep inside, so you can remember this.

[songmingisthighs]

[11.21] dad!jongho × reader

⇀ he said it's just his overall charm as a dad. but you blamed your daughter glueing herself to him on his overall teddy bear-like aura. but really, how could you blame her for loving her dad so much?

⇁ I'm fucking blaming @paralumanniluna for feeding this scenario in my head

The morning was never rowdy in your house. Your husband, bless his soul and genes, would more often than not wake up before you. He would usually go for a quick run just to make sure he's always moving and not stuck in the studio or his home office. His idol life demanded him to be an early riser and it stuck to him.

Which is actually a good thing. Most of your friends complained how their husbands or boyfriends rarely help with their children when they woke up at ungodly hours. But not Jongho. You're 76% sure that most of the time he went out to calm his crying daughter, he was in his sleepwalking state. Though you really couldn't care less when every time he went out to calm the baby, she'd quiet down within seconds. Which was why you never ferberized her. Or more like you couldn't since Jongho's body's on autopilot when he hears his daughter cry.

They created a very deep bond which was quite surprising as most people thought that Jongho would've been awkward with kids.

It wasn't even surprising when you walked out of your shared room to see Gaho watching tv as she sat on his dad's back while he's doing push-ups.

You walked over to them and scooped Gaho into your arms, making her squeal and giggle loudly at the surprise, "Good morning, my little princess," you greeted her whilst peppering her tiny face with kisses.

"Good morning, too, mama!" she greeted back, squishing your cheeks in her hands as she peppered kisses on your face, reciprocating your action.

Jongho stood up from his previous workout stance to peck your lips, "Morning, love. Slept well?" he asked. You hummed, smiling at his kiss and nodded, "Best sleep yet," you answered.

Gaho spoke up, cutting your conversation with Jongho, "Mommy, I want pancakes," she pouted. Her lips jutted out much like her father's and it made you squeal at just how adorable she was.

"You want pancakes, honey?" you walked to the kitchen with her in your arms, "what do you want on your pancakes?" you asked her. The little girl pursed her lips, thinking hard. That was until she turned around to look at Jongho who was trailing behind the two of you, "What do daddy want?" she asked him instead.

Jongho chuckled and reached to pat her head, "Daddy wants whatever princess wants, so what does daddy's little princess want?" he asked her back. She jutted her bottom lip out because her question was left unanswered, "I dunno'," she muttered, burying her tiny face on your shoulder, making you chuckle.

"How 'bout we do the usual berries and whipped cream? Sounds good?" you asked her. At the mention of fruit, her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, "I help!" she exclaimed, wiggling her body so you'd let her back on the ground.

You began taking the ingredients out, Gaho helping you as soon as her daddy finished tying up her long hair into a ponytail. Your heart swelled as you watched her ponytail bouncing as she walked. Even as a little girl, she was adamant about helping around.

Work delegated, each of you began preparing breakfast. Since your husband couldn't really be trusted with cooking, you made him prepare the pancake batter. Gaho was sat on the kitchen stool, picking out the fruits that she wants on the pancakes and making sure each plate has the exact same amount. You, on the other hand, was the one in charge of cooking the pancake.

"Daddy," Gaho called to Jongho, pulling at his shirt sleeve, "wash," she instructed, pointing at the fruit that she had so neatly put in a bowl.

Jongho grinned down at her, patting her head, "Good job, baby," he praised the little girl.

He was about to walk away to the sink with the bowl of fruit in hand when Gaho suddenly whined out loudly, sounding as if she was on the verge of tears, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she called out, catching Jongho's attention immediately. When Jongho turned to her, she saw that she had a deep frown on her face, arms were raised up towards her daddy, and hands making little grabby gestures.

Seeing this, Jongho put the bowl in the sink and reached over to pick up his little princess, moving her to the counter next to the sink. "Stay still, okay?" he smiled at her. The girl's frown was replaced by a wide, toothy grin, much similar to her father's.

You scoffed next to Jongho, catching his attention as he washed the fruit. "She's a total daddy's girl," you muttered under your breath as you peered over at Gaho. Jongho smirked in amusement, "Is that jealousy, I hear?" to which you rolled your eyes, "Well, duh. I grew her in my stomach for nine months, I breastfed her until she was 2, and even so, she still preferred you?" You whined, slapping a perfectly cooked pancake on the plate.

Jongho cooed at you, moving to wrap his arms around your waist, "Then, should we create another one that would prefer you compared to me?" he whispered to your ear directly, making you blush hard.

But before you could answer him, Gaho had once again cried out for her daddy. You playfully glared at her, pushing Jongho off of you, "Go tend to your daughter," you grumbled out.

Jongho could only chuckle at your response, pecking your cheek before moving to his awaiting daughter who was making grabby arms to Jongho.

Soon enough you all were seated on the dining table, Jongho at the head of the table with Gaho on his right and you on Gaho's other side. She looked extremely satisfied on her high chair, being doted on by her mom and dad, absolutely gleaming.

"Baby, you gotta chew properly," Jongho cringed as Gaho giggled, letting out small bits of barely chewed pancake and fruit drenched in maple syrup out of her mouth. "You're a messy baby, aren't you?" you chuckled as you reached forward to clean the bits and pieces of food from her mouth.

"Mommy! Kisses!" she puckered out her lips and before you could realize it, she had pressed a sticky kiss onto your cheek, making you yelp in surprise. Jongho snickered at you as you tried to wipe the syrup off of your skin. You glared at him, "What are you snickering about? You're next," you smirked as you turn to Gaho, "Sweetie, don't you think daddy deserve kisses too?"

At that, Jongho's eyes widened.

Thankfully, before Gaho could smack her lips onto Jongho's cheek, the bell rang.

Jongho immediately jumped up, "Oh, look! Someone at the door!" He exclaimed.

Seeing her dad fleeing, Gaho squealed loudly. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips immediately pulled into a frown.

Not wanting her to cry, you immediately took her off her high chair and she immediately sprinted (or at least attempted to with her waddle) to Jongho and latched onto his leg. Of course, being the strong person he is, Jongho wasn't affected. He casually walked to the front door with Gaho attached to his leg.

You couldn't do much but watch as the two of them disappeared into the hall towards the front door.

While you're jealous of their relationship, you couldn't help but be very understanding as to why Gaho is so attached to Jongho. It warmed your heart seeing them.

Maybe to aid your slight jealousy, you need to take into account Jongho's words. Maybe you need another child that would latch onto you like how Gaho latched onto Jongho.

[angryschnauzer]

Bubbles

Summary: After a long hot day at work and a nightmare journey home, you find your husband has a very welcome and refreshing surprise for you in the form of a full size jacuzzi in your back garden.

Pairing: Captain Syverston x Female Reader Wife (no race or size mentioned)

Fandoms: Sand Castle (Movie), Henry Cavill.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Semi Public Sex, Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Alcohol consumption.

I do not run a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications for future stories. All past works can be found on there or on my AO3.

Bubbles

It had been a long day. Work had been hot and sweaty, customers were grouchy and some even tried to pull the 'speak to the manager' bullshit, even though you were the manager. Traffic had been a nightmare, your car deciding that the middle of a heatwave would be the perfect time for the air conditioning to stop working, simultaneously with a truck of maple syrup hitting the central concrete barrier and spilling its sticky load. 

Snerk. You snorted a laugh through the sweat. Sticky load… your husband would have made a whole bunch of dirty comments and jokes about being covered in sticky loads. You couldn't wait to get home to see him, it was the fact that he had now retired from the Army and would be happily waiting for you at home every night that made each day worthwhile. 

When Sy had finally retired you'd wept tears of joy, every day was a blessing. You'd discussed what you were both going to do with jobs, your contract was up in 3 months time, Sy was drawing a military pension and had saved a considerable nest egg. He'd also taken to industrial upcycling; making lamps and coffee tables out of engines and car parts, which had been massively popular. You had to admit when you saw him in his workshop with his acetylene torch and welding mask on, cutting enormous chunks of metal in half and creating brutal beauty from the elements you were immediately turned on by the raw virility of the sight.

When you eventually pulled onto the driveway, a quick glance towards his workshop told you he'd finished for the day, and as you let yourself into your house you called out to him;

"Sy?"

"Out here" came his slightly muffled reply, and you realised he was probably sitting on the patio out back, nursing a beer.

"I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower, the aircon in my car has stopped working"

"Darlin, come out here first… i got something that'll refresh you"

Rolling your eyes you started to unbutton your blouse;

"Really Sy, i'm all sweaty and stinky…"

"Woman…" he growled;  "I said get out here…"

If any other man had called you 'woman' you'd knocked them out, but you knew Sy and for him it was a term of endearment. Quietly walking through the kitchen you reached the back door and patio;

"Sy…" you started to speak, but was cut short when you saw what he'd been referring to.

Sat on the corner of your patio, shielded from view by the trellis covered in Clematis blooms was an inflatable hot tub, bubbling away with your mountain of a man sat in it, arms spread out on each side as he held a beer and grinned at you;

"Told ya' i had something that'd cool you down"

Pressing your hand to the side of it you tested the water, smiling when you found it the perfect temperature;

"You bought a hot tub?"

"Rented. Wanted to see if we liked it before we made the investment. Why don't you get in and give it a go?"

"Sure, i'll just go get changed into my bathing costume"

Sy's glinted with mischief;

"Why? I ain't wearing one…"

You weren't sure;

"Its rented? Is it clean?"

"Spent all afternoon flushing the system and giving it a full wipe down, even though the rental company says they do it after each use… i know how you are with hygiene" he moved in the massive tub, moving to the side where you stood;

 "Now are ya gonna get naked or am i gonna have to rip those clothes off of ya?"

A minute later you were climbing in, work clothes hastily discarded in a pile on the patio, Sy holding your hand as he guided you into the bubbly water and you immediately let out a long low moan as the jets of water soothed and massaged your weary body;

"Oh Sy… this feels amazing…"

"C'mere…"

His massive hands cradled your torso, pulling you through the water until you were able to straddle his lap, his mouth meeting yours for a fierce kiss. As your tongues danced together he smoothed his hands over your back, massaging the day's stresses away to the point where let your head tilt back. Resting in his strong arms you let your back touch the water, smiling as the warm summer breeze danced over your breasts, before that skilled mouth was on your breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other, before he shifted and you were floating on the water, his mouth on your pussy. 

You weren’t the tiniest of girls, but you had utter trust in Sy that he could hold you up whilst eating you out. The man would easily heave around 10 foot iron beam railroad tracks to make into coffee tables, he’d pushed his truck home when the engine had died and that is no mean feat when it comes to a Ford F350. So with that knowledge safe in your mind you could thoroughly relax and let his tongue work magic on your clit as his beard tickled your folds. You came with a cry and he swallowed down your essence, before lowering you into the water and onto his lap.

As he lowered you you felt his hardness seek you out, sliding through your folds before you reached down and positioned him at your entrance, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you let yourself be slowly impaled on his shaft. With the worries and stresses of the day easing away with each blissful bubble that popped on your skin you sought out his lips for another kiss as you started to ride him, the friction palatable as the noise of the motor covered the sighs and moans the two of you were making. Sy’s hands firmly gripped your ass, pulling you up and down on his gnarled shaft;

“Fuck… You look so fucking good riding me Darlin’. Definitely gonna get a permanent one of these installed… might get you a coupla’ white bikini’s as i’d love to see these titties through the soaked fabric, would be such a treat…” he grinned at you; “A titty treat…”

Grinning at him you squeezed your pelvic muscles, finally shutting him up so you could concentrate as you chased your orgasm;

“Sure Sy, i’ll get a white bikini… you want me to do the gardening in it too? Watching me on my hands and knees as i plant the petunia’s?”

“Woman, i’ll fucking take you from behind right on the lawn if you do that” he growled, thrusting his hips up sharply and finding your g-spot. One of his hands crept around your hip and between your bodies, seeking out your clit as he ran his calloused thumb over the sensitive nub. From the way he was bouncing you on his lap you could tell he was getting close, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold off from cumming, but with no luck. His hands gripped your hips to stop you from moving in the hope it’d delay his orgasm. You watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and his head fell back against the side of the spa, thrusting his hips up as he swore out a litany of curses as his body reached its peak before he’d have wanted to;

“Fuck fuck fuck… ah god… i’m sorry… fuck…”

Cradling the back of his head in your fingers you stroked at the short hair as you dipped your head down and pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulders. With his eyes still shut he pulled a hand out of the water and raked it down his face before looking up at you, his blue eyes sparkling;

“Ah fuck i’m sorry Darlin’... lemme see about getting you sorted…don’t get off just yet…”

He slid his hand back between your bodies, his thumb back on your clit. His other hand moved to your breasts, using his mouth on one nipple as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. Writhing on his lap you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Sy knowing exactly how to play your body like a guitar as you sang out your siren song that was a blessing to his ears. 

As your orgasm washed over you Sy held you in his arms, letting you ride out your pleasure as he relished the feel of your body surrounding him. Slumped in his arms you nuzzled at his neck, happily riding the waves of pleasure that echoed around your body. 

“You ok there Darlin’?” Sy purred, smoothing his massive palm over your back like a giant bear paw.

“Hmmn” you hummed, stopping mid response when you felt him shift and realised he was hard again; “Sy?”

He looked at you, a smirk on his face as he cocked an eyebrow;

“Darlin… you know when i blow my load real fast i’m ready for another round… your sweet little pussy massaged me back to full health” he pressed a kiss to your nose; “Now turn around and bend over, hand on the side… i’m gonna rail that juicy pussy from behind, see how many times i can make you cum before i shoot load number two”

Manhandling you in the water you let out a shriek as he thrust into you from behind, your walls still tight from your previous orgasm and he did exactly as promised, splitting you open from behind as his powerful thighs railed you harder than the transcontinental express. With his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit you were soon cumming again, Sy fucking you straight through it before he brought you to another orgasm soon after as he filled you with another sticky load.

As you both tried to recover from the energetic synchronised aquatics he pulled you flush with his chest as he sank down into the water, letting you lay back against his chest as your bodies were still joined. His hands skimmed over your torso beneath your breasts, cupping them tenderly;

“We’re getting one of these, right Darlin’?”

“Hmmm, absolutely”

You sat there for a good half hour, cradled in Sy’s arms as you told each other about your day, before your skin wrinkled and it was time to get out.

-

Later that evening Sy had driven the pair of you to the main hardware store in town that he’d rented the Spa from, and you’d ordered the parts and equipment for your very own one. As Sy had started getting deep into conversation with the sales guy who turned out had also recently retired from the Army you tugged on Sy’s sleeve;

“Honey, i’m gonna pop to Walmart next door”

“Sure thing Darlin, i’ll catch up with you in fifteen minutes”

Just as promised Sy found you fifteen minutes later as you browsed through the clothing section, and you spotted that he was swinging a small clothes hangar from his finger;

“What you got there?” you asked

Sy held it up and your eyes practically bulged out of your head; He had found the tiniest white bikini, that although was your size, was little more than three small triangles of fabric connected with the thinnest of strings;

“Exactly what we discussed… now i see ya got a bottle of tequila and some snacks, how about we head home and we can test this out?”

Grinned you nodded;

“Just one thing…”

“Yeah Darlin?”

“We need to grab a few more of those… there’s no way that is gonna survive one wear with you around”

Nodding in agreement Sy grinned, taking the basket from your hand as he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;

“See, that’s why i married ya’, thinking ahead…”

He pressed a kiss to your hair as he led you back to the display of swimwear, grinning as you pulled out numerous other cheap pieces of swimwear, knowing full well Sy would destroy them as thoroughly as he destroys your pussy.