#cause it's like replacing eggs

[ann1e-on-earth]

My friend ran over my head today while we rolled down a hill and it felt like my head exploded

[argumate]

So, reports of an unprecedented egg “shortage” are exaggerated. Nonetheless, egg prices — and egg company profits — have gone through the roof. Cal-Maine Foods — the largest egg producer and the only one that publishes its financial data as a publicly traded company — has been making more money than ever. It’s annual gross profits in the past three years have floated between 3 and 6 times what it used to earn before the avian flu epidemic started — breaking $1 billion for the first time in the company’s history. All of this extra profit is coming from higher selling prices, which have been earning Cal-Maine unprecedented 50-170 percent margins over farm production costs per dozen. Taking Cal-Maine as the “bellwether” for the industry’s largest firms — as people in the egg business do — we can be pretty confident that the other large egg producers are also raking in profits off the relatively small dip in egg production.

High persistent profits are an anomaly for the industry. Historically, egg producers have responded to avian flu epidemics—and the temporary rise in egg prices that often accompanies them—by quickly rebuilding and expanding their flocks of egg-laying hens. “Fowl plagues”—as these epidemics used to be called—have been with us since at least the 19th century. Most recently, large-scale avian flu epidemics hit egg farms in 2015 and 1983-1984. The egg industry responded to both of these destructive events by sprinting to rebuild and expand the egg-laying hen flock — something which checked price increases and ultimately made sure prices went back to pre-epidemic levels within a reasonable time.

As Cal-Maine Foods explained in its 2007 Annual Report: “In the past, during periods of high profitability, shell egg producers have tended to increase the number of layers in production with a resulting increase in the supply of shell eggs, which generally has caused a drop in shell egg prices until supply and demand return to balance.”

This time around, however, that’s not happening. Despite high profits, the egg industry has somehow maintained a stubborn deficit in egg production capacity. Hatcheries — the firms that supply hens to egg producers — have throttled the pipeline of hens instead of expanding it. According to the Egg Industry Center, the size of the flock of “parent” hens — the hens used by hatcheries to produce layer chicks for egg producers — plummeted from 3.1 million hens in 2021, to 2.9 million in 2022, to 2.5 million hens in 2023 and 2024.

Meanwhile, hatcheries have been hatching significantly fewer parent chicks to replace aging ones — nearly 380,000 (or 12 percent) fewer in 2022 compared to the year before, and even fewer parent chicks in 2023 and 2024 — leaving the parent flock older and more likely to produce eggs that fail to hatch. That could explain why, although hatcheries reported producing 125-200 million more fertilized eggs to the USDA in each of the last three years compared to 2021, the number of eggs they’ve placed in incubators and the number of chicks they’ve hatched from those eggs has either declined or stayed basically steady with 2021 levels in every year since.

As for egg producers themselves, you may be surprised to learn that they have added between 5 and 20 million fewer pullets to their farms in every one of the last three years than they did in 2021. As the USDA observed with some astonishment at the end of 2022, “producers—despite the record-high wholesale price [of eggs]—are taking a cautious approach to expanding production[.]” The following month, it pared down its table-egg production forecast for the entirety of 2023 on account of “the industry’s [persisting] cautious approach to expanding production.”

In other words, the only thing that the egg industry seems to have expanded in response to the avian flu epidemic is windfall profits — which have likely amounted to more than $15 billion since the epidemic began (judging by the increase in the value of annual egg production since 2022), and appear to have been spent primarily on stock buybacks, dividends, and acquisitions of rivals instead of rebuilding and expanding flocks. When an industry starts profiting more from *not* producing than from producing, it’s a sign that something isn’t right. It could be an innocent bottleneck. But when it lasts for three years on end with no relief in sight, it's usually a sign of something else that’s pervasive in America — monopolization.

As the coming installments in this series will detail, the fundamental problem in the egg supply chain today is the simple fact that every industry involved in turning an egg into a chicken and turning a chicken into an egg—from the breeders and hatcheries that create the hens to the producers who use the hens to make eggs—has been hijacked by one or two financier-backed corporations, with the incentives flipped from competing entities seeking to produce more eggs to an oligopoly trying to restrain the production of eggs.

On one end of the egg supply chain, you have two companies who control chicken genetics, the billionaire-owned Erich Wesjohann Group and the private-equity-backed Hendrix Genetics. Headquartered a short car trip apart in Cuxhaven, Germany, and Boxmeer, Netherlands, these private firms have systematically gained control over the supply of egg-laying hens to American producers over the past two decades by buying out or suppressing rivals and challengers. Today, no egg producer in this country can expand the number of hens in its flock — or even replace the hens it already has when they age out or die — without the cooperation of this duopoly. And, since the value of hens rises with the price of the eggs, when the price of eggs is high these two barons have a clear interest in keeping the supply of pullets to producers on a tight leash — so the high prices stick.

On the other end of the egg supply chain, you have the largest egg producer in the country and the world, Cal-Maine Foods.

Matt Stoller from his monopolisation/cartel report; something that has clicked recently is the way that business seeks to maximise profit margin over volume, which often leads to reducing production, brittle supply chains, high prices, and ultimately shortages.

in principle this isn't supposed to happen under capitalism, because someone earning high profit margins should be outcompeted by new entrants willing to earn slightly lower profit margins, until (in the perfect frictionless market) the rate of profit should be whittled down to the rate of risk free return (government interest rates?) plus epsilon (a little bit).

obviously this does happen in reality for a number of reasons, and the Problem of Profits is a fun question to dig into, but the problem of persistently high profits is a more concerning issue and appears to be growing across multiple industries.

antitrust law is supposed to prevent market concentration that leads to this outcome but has been toothless since the '90s, allowing dramatic consolidation across dozens of old industries (groceries, agriculture, pharmacies, television, newspapers) and of course new industries (tech giants).

government regulation often ends up favouring incumbents, but it seems that contractual arrangements between suppliers and industry bodies and buying agents to form tight cartels are a bigger problem: if egg prices are high you might think to start an egg farm, but you need to find someone who will sell you chickens and someone who will buy your eggs, when the industry is using every means at their disposal to cut off market access to new entrants.

and of course if you have access to the gargantuan amount of capital required to attempt a serious challenge to an established cartel, why exactly would you want to start a price war with them when you can instead find some other unprotected industry to buy up and establish a cartel of your own?

capitalism seems to have entered a phase of its development equivalent to WWI, where defensive operations by incumbents are more successful than offense by new ventures, keeping the battle lines frozen in place (presumably the soldiers dying in their millions would be workers and consumers in this analogy).

[bunnis-monsters]

Betrayal of the Queen

Part 1

Endings:

Forgive

No forgiveness(Kofi/Patreon Only)

Yandere Sons take out the old hive(Kofi/Patreon Only)

A/N: Hii, this was available to kofi/patreon early, and some of the endings will be exclusively there! Also, the relationship between you and your bee hybrid sons is completely platonic! It’s pretty obvious in this fic but I get weird questions and just want to clarify. Thanks!

They regret not appreciating your kindness and soft nature when they appoint their new queen.

She was taller, more lithe and graceful. They threw you out the second they saw her on the street. Your sons of course followed, shocked and devastated that their own fathers and fellow hive would do this to you!

You had served as the queen for nearly five years now, creating the new generation and caring for them with all your heart.

But you were a bit fragile, not able to bear as many young as the previous queen. The hive had loved you at first, adoring you endlessly, but when they noticed how little eggs made it to the birthing stage, they realized that you may not ever rebuild their hive in the way that they hoped.

They slowly began to stop caring for you as much, leaving your care to your sons. Some of the hive even went out and flirted with other females, leaving you to incubate those eggs with only your children by your side.

Most grew resentful, seeing you as nothing more than a burden to the hive.

By the fifth year, the only bees in the hive that had remained loyal to you were the very ones you birthed.

Your children disliked how you were treated, but stayed because taking you away may cause issues. Your safety was their top priority, but they were also deeply in tune with your emotions.

The hive stopped even pretending to care near the end, shunning you for not being a good enough queen. They buzzed around haughtily, being so bold as to bring other females into the hive right in front of you!

Your heart ached. At first you had truly loved that hive, sacrificing most of your human life and your body to bare eggs in a womb that could barely maintain them.

You had done so much, yet they didn't seem to care.

In their hearts they knew they were being cruel. But they were selfish and greedy, wanting the hive to flourish... but that couldn't happen with you around.

"She'll be banished."

Your sons stared at the council member in shock as they announced the decision. "Are you joking? She's the queen, you can't-"

"It states that if a queen is no longer fit to rule, then she will be banished and a new queen will be chosen. When a queen can't lay the right amount of eggs, she cannot function correctly."

One of your sons, the prince stepped forward, his wings buzzing threateningly. "You've treated her like garbage for years, and now you're going to abandon her? Is that really how we treat a queen?"

"Hardly a queen, if you ask me."

A female said, crossing her legs. The prince turned on his heels, hissing. "You shouldn't even be in this hive, the queen is the only female allowed-"

"She's not the queen anymore. Get her out and leave."

The bee hybrids watched in awe as every single son of hers stood. "If she leaves, we leave with her. You've all become so greedy, taking advantage of our mother and pushing her to her limits and expecting her to just roll over and take it. You're a disgrace to the bee hybrid name."

You were in tears when your crown was taken, crying into one of your son's chests. Your sons took up about 1/3 of the hive, and left with you.

The new queen had been already lined up to take your place. She was thin, tall, and beautiful, all that they could have asked for.

But she was also manipulative and cruel.

"The drones? Do we really need to help them? They're replaceable, aren't they?"

She crossed her legs, staring on in boredom as a worker bee reported to her. "But my queen, the drones are stuck in a storm, shouldn't we at least try to help them?"

"Of course not, I don't really care if they live or die.

I'm the queen, the most important. Shouldn't you just be happy I'm here and producing eggs?"

It quickly became obvious that the new queen cared not about her subjects, only about expanding her power and rule. The people starved, the babies hated their mother. She refused to even look at them once they were born, moving on to start another clutch.

The new queen picked only the most handsome and fit bee hybrids to mate with, creating only a small gene pool. This meant that the ones she mated with were constantly tired, and the others were increasingly sexually frustrated.

A few bee hybrids sat in a common room, depressed.

"Remember when the old queen would come down here and listen to our woes? She would mate with all of the hive, not just a select few..."

"The old queen made sure that the elders were taken care of. Not a single senior was left behind."

"She was so warm and soft, the new queen has no warmth in her body or soul."

They missed you.

But could they ever say they deserved you back?

Thinking of the years of neglect and mistreatment, of how they had taken your love and kindness for granted…

It all came to an end when the queen came before the council. She was as cold as ever, her eyes empty as she spoke.

"Thank you all for making me your queen and being so... stupid."

Her vacant eyes glanced over the room, and suddenly the smell of decay became almost overwhelming as her body began to wriggle and shift.

"That previous queen of yours had been keeping us at bay for nearly five years, and you let us in easily."

The new queen was ripped apart, parasite wasp larvae falling onto the ground and wriggling towards the nearest bee hybrid, attaching themselves and burrowing into their abdomen.

The room erupted into a frenzy of bees being eaten alive while others tried to escape. Even after leaving the room, several council members were seized by infected bees, taking them down with the rest of the hive.

Only around 100 members of the original hive survived, and while they flew away from the remnants of their home, all they could think about was you.

In all your years of being queen, you had been fighting to keep them safe. You tried so hard, barely able to lay eggs due to the intense stress of taking on the imminent threat of the parasite wasp hybrids alone.

You hid all of the pain, all of the work you did just to give them some peace of mind… and they repaid you by abandoning you when you needed them most.

You hadn’t failed them as a queen, no. They failed you as a hive. The hive wouldn’t exist without you, and had quickly fallen to ruin with your absence.

All they could hope for was that you would forgive them.

~

You smiled to yourself, one of you infant sons sleeping on your lap as your new hive buzzed around you. Without all the stress that had been piled on you, incubating eggs was easy.

“Mother, I’ve prepared your dinner.”

One of your sons nuzzled his antennae against your forehead in a sign of innocent affection before setting your plate on your nightstand. Even when they got older, they were still your babies.

Your sons had quickly formed a hive with you after you were banished, and now you lived a happy life with them and the new bee hybrids that joined.

Any bees that had been ostracized were welcome to join, and your sons personally interviewed each new possible mate of the queen to make sure they wouldn’t betray you.

After all, they loved their mom, and wanted you to be happy over anything else. They didn’t care if you laid eggs or not, they could spend the rest of their days snuggling with and taking care of you and be perfectly content.

But you wanted to have more children, to make a new hive where you’d be loved and happy.

Of course, any wish you had would be fulfilled. They set off and gathered any bee hybrids they could, wanting their mama to find her confidence in being a queen again.

It felt nice to be able to mate again, to be loved intimately. The new bee hybrids were loving and gentle, appreciating every soft curve of your body answ kissing away any tears you shed from your lingering insecurities.

Your sons worked on building a hive and producing honey while the new bee hybrids helped you with creating new children to add on to the hive. You felt like one, big, happy family.

It all came to a halt when the bees guarding the entrance to your hive brought forth an intruder.

You instantly recognized him as a council member from your old hive.

Memories of all the awful things they said and the circumstances of your banishment came to your mind, making your breathing quicken.

“My queen-“

“Don’t you dare call her that, you scum!”

The prince said, standing in front of you protectively “She isn’t your queen anymore, you made that decision yourself.”

The council member hung his head in shame. “… I know. Trust me, we all regret that deeply.”

You gently pulled the prince to you, giving his antennae a gentle caress to calm him down. Even if he was a prince, he was still one of your sons, and they were all angry on your behalf.

When you stayed silent, the former council member continued. “The hive… it’s gone. The new queen was a pawn for the parasitic wasps.”

This caused your hive to buzz anxiously. Many of the new members were from broken or destroyed hives by those hybrids.

Some were just little ones, torn away from their mothers, watching as the queens that birthed them were killed. Their tiny bodies trembled as they clung to your side, of course you had adopted them.

“Why do you darken my doorway, saying such things in front of the children?” you said, gathering the terrified babies into your arms. “You have no business here, I’ve been banished.”

“My queen-“

The prince was across the room in a split second, holding a knife to the former council member’s throat. “Don’t make me tell you again, scum. That is my mother, not your queen.”

You lifted a hand, and the prince backed away slightly, but stayed within arms reach. “… what about the new queen’s children?”

“… most of them were infected with the queen’s parasites. Those that we could save were in a dire state, while the rest perished.”

You let out a distressed whine, clutching one of the orphans' hands to comfort them. It wasn’t easy being a mother and hearing about the death of children.

“And what do you want from me?”

He took a moment to think before speaking. “Shelter for the children… they’re scared and hungry, most of them have severe injuries and illnesses as well.”

“… alright. Basil, please contact the worker bees and have them set up a temporary quarantine room, with enough room to accommodate 30 children.”

You sat back down on your throne, peering down at the former council member. He had been someone you had loved, even mated with years ago. A few of your sons were a result of that… yet in this moment you resented him and all the previous hive had done.

“I will only be taking in the children.”

Before he could protest, he stopped himself and stood. “I understand… please, do not hate them because of what we did. They are innocent in this.”

As you watched over the construction of the quarantine room, you occasionally glanced outside.

Your former hive members, at least, what was left of them was gathered around. They gave up their children, only wanting their survival.

When they spotted you looking, they stared up at you with remorse and longing.

They’d be staying nearby while waiting for the children to recover, and the threat of the parasitic wasps still lingered.

Would you ever be able to forgive them, especially if it meant joining forces and gaining knowledge to protect yourselves in a world that was changing rapidly?

Or would you turn your back on them, just like they had done to you? It was only fair, and how could you trust them when they already betrayed you once?

The choice was yours.

Which ending do y’all want to see first?

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[circe69]

simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

[meidnightrain]

I LOVE YOU CAN’T YOU TELL?

featuring aventurine, dan heng, jing yuan. fluff. repost bc tumblr deleted my fic. and so the meisha curse returns full force like a brick to the head.

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“your luck is horrendous, i’ve never seen someone that bad. you’re breaking boundaries that i never knew existed darling.” AVENTURINE cooed at you, the hypnotising allure of his eyes gazing into yours. maybe it would have frightened you once upon a time, playing against someone you couldn’t winning against. then again, no one could ever beat him at his own game.

you huffed in annoyance, puffing your cheeks as you looked away in embarrassment. “maybe you didn’t shuffle them properly cause you know that i’d win.”

it was a bold claim that spilled from your mouth with no chance of ever coming true. that was your mistake you realised, the moment his eyes widened slightly with amusement. you had dug your own grave, you mused.

“are you insinuating that i don’t even know basic card handling skills? you wound me so, love. and to think that i thought you were different.” he sighed over dramatically, his hand on his chest and a pout replacing his stoic poker face. it was all show, a trick, you knew he was faking it but then again, he was great at manipulating his facade to his advantage.

“you’ll have to make it up to me, darling. let’s say, we make a bet. everytime i win, you give me a kiss. if you win, i’ll do anything you want.” he offered with a devious grin replacing his frown, tossing a poker chip like a coin expertly on his fingers. you’d taken the bait and now you had yourself cornered against a wall with no where left to hide.

you sighed in defeat, raising both your hands in surrender and showing your poorly drawn hand to him. “then, i’ll make things easier for you since i know i’m not going to win.”

AVENTURINE laughed, a low and sultry chuckle as he got up from his seat opposite you and making his way to you. his hand tilting your chin upwards for him to look at you with satisfaction. “a shame, i expected much more of a fight from you.”

it was a lie, that you knew for you’d fold and throw every game for him to win. maybe it wasn’t half bad to lose, if it meant that you could taste the sweet and addictive feeling of his lips on yours over and over again.

———

“vidyadhara typically go to scalegorge waterscape the self-reincarnating process. there, vidyadhara pearlkeepers will assist and protect their newly-reborn kin. pearlkeeper teams may have members that specialize in combat, cloudhymn, and egg-nurturing. then afterwards xianzhou fangyun will occasionally send inspectors-“

you can’t blame anyone else but yourself for landing yourself into this situation, you came to terms with after hearing DAN HENG drone on about the vidyadhara for about half an hour now. all it was were a few words about his vidyadhara side (or more specifically his horns, you resisted the urge to touch them) which launched him into a full on lecture about his kin.

not that it was bad or anything, maybe you’d be incapable of processing words for the next hour or so but his voice was melodious, music blending into the background. all you could do was stare at him intently, breathing in every feature of himself, the bad and the good.

that was until he lurched to a stop all of a sudden, it took you about a minute to notice the resounding silence in his room. you broke out of your trance, eyes meeting his which were blank.

“why did you stop?” you asked curiously, confusion and worry creeping into your tone at the way he didn’t meet your gaze, preferring to stare at the datapad at the far side of the room.

“it’s nothing, i was rambling again and i didn’t think you’d want to hear about that.” his reply is flat in that tone you’re so familiar with, his lips forming a thin line.

you can’t help but feel a pang in your chest, placing a hand on his shoulder reassuringly with a grin. “please, don’t stop. i was listening and i like to hear the sound of your voice.”

DAN HENG’S eyes lingered from the placement of your hand to the smile on your face, a blush blooming on his cheeks as he nodded and looked away, clearing his throat in embarrassment. “shall i continue?”

you chuckled at his reaction, cupping your cheeks as you urged for him to go on. his voice would be like a song stuck on loop in your head forever and ever.

———

“so, how was training?” you asked cheerfully, eyeing JING YUAN and his apprentice who were studiously ignoring your gaze. it was a regular occurrence for yanqing to be upbeat and describe his day in detail with great vigour, hands dancing creating elaborate gestures while your lover would chuckle to himself, his hand reaching to hold yours under the table.

that wasn’t the case today, in fact, the both of them were sitting directly across from you and the general always sat by your side so he could sneak touches of you from the boy’s watchful eyes. you couldn’t help but be confused as the dinner table grew quiet, aside from the clatter of chopsticks clinking against cutlery.

“here, have some more. you’re a growing boy and you need to eat more.” you said quickly, reaching to grab some portions of your food and spooning it into yanqing’s bowl. the boy’s lips quivered slightly, almost like he was itching to get something off his chest but he was cut off by your lover clearing his throat. your eyebrows furrow in suspicion at the sight, though he tried to cover it up, you saw his actions.

that’s when you decided to change your approach and attack yanqing, for you knew his weak points. “everything okay? you know you can always tell me if something’s bothering you. also, i saw this gorgeous sword when i was out and thought of you! we should check it out sometime, i know you’re a collector.”

that was enough to hit the nail on the head and make his resolve crumble, his expression quickly turning to one of guilt as he bowed his head in apology. “i broke one of your vases just now during training! i’m so sorry, i-i’ll replace it!”

it takes you a few seconds to digest his words, that’s what he was so nervous about? you can’t help but stifle a laugh, covering your mouth to keep it in. “that’s what you were worried about? a vase?”

yanqing’s expression morphed to puzzlement when he realised that you weren’t mad. it was cute, the way he thought that you’d be livid. “you’re not angry?”

you shook your head vigorously, laughing so hard that tears spill from your cheeks. “no, of course not! why would i be?”

“because the general said that this wasn’t one of the first times that something of yours was broken. that time, he accidentally broke your sculpture-“ his voice died out the moment he slipped up, eyes darting to your lover who had grown quiet. your amusement turned to anger, glaring at the general who holds his hands up in surrender.

he forced a smile, shrinking under the intensity of your leer. “now, darling…”

“what happened to ‘a poor skycrane with a broken wing flew in and shattered my sculpture?’“ your eyes narrowed at him, yanqing looking from you to him before deciding to sneak away quietly.

“i’ll make up for it,” the general said with a smirk, getting up from his seat to snake his hands around your waist, pulling you close into a kiss.

“it’s gonna take more than one kiss to make up for that sculpture.” you rolled your eyes, trying hard not to show how flustered you were by actions, to bad that he caught on.

JING YUAN pulled you closer to him, exuding a charm that was too hypnotic for you to break free off, your anger over the sculpture dissipating. “then i’ll kiss you for ever shattered piece. i must warn you that it quite literally broke into a hundred pieces.”

he knew how to push your buttons, that you could confirm. which leads you to wonder, how many more of your things that were mysteriously broken his doing and if he was willing to compensate you for every one? he’d be in debt with kisses for the rest of your lives.

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[pforestsims]

Replacement for wonky sunglasses, Bon Voyage EP.

🕶️☀️Retro Sunglasses [BV] /YF-EF/ Default

Download: BOX | SFS | MEGA New polycount: 1050

Package contains GMDC/Txtr/TXMT resources. This replacement is not compatible with recolors or 'texture-only' defaults for original glasses. Might clash with age conversions (are there any?...)

Note: Sometimes a strange bug makes these glasses load into CAS very distorted. This also occurs in unmodded game.

Obviously I'm not a fan of original shape/textures and it seems like most of you share my feelings about it.

While browsing Splatoon 2 models I spotted these sunglasses (Double Egg Shades) and decided it would be a nice replacement.

FYI I won't be making custom version, if anyone wants to do that, go ahead.

Forgot to take a side pic so here's crappy bodyshop prev. Before and after:

Default file contains four 384x384 px frame textures and three 64x256px lense textures. Black and tortoise-shell (original green) sunglasses use the same lense color.

if you'd like to edit black lenses to be lighter or darker, without editing texture - open default file in SimPe, click on ufaccessorysunglassesretro_lens_black_green_txmt , Categorized Properties Tab. Find stdMatAlphaMultiplier line and lower the value to make lense more transparent, or increase the value to make it darker (max 1.000000). Remember to commit changes and save.

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I've managed to capture the bug in action. I have no clue what causes it and how to fix it - I've seen it happen to at least one other kind of TS2 glasses, also - I think it only happens in CAS (??).

[quarterlifekitty]

Moth girl getting into that state with nesting, being tired, her belly hurts and she's just acting off.

König already knows it's the time of the year when she lays eggs. But some time passed, and she still didn't get better. Still didn't come out of the pillow nest.

When he's checking up on her, her belly is round and swollen, but the eggs are not coming out..

König having to help her out. Carefully pressing down on her belly, rubbing her little pussy to stimulate her and trick into finally letting the eggs go.

(I made that up, it lives in my head rent free.)

cw: egg laying stuff, overstim

König’s heart aches when he looks down at you, squirming and sluggish all at once, the distention of your belly obvious. His precious mottechen, so uncomfortable and full.

The only struggle he experienced was internal as he pulled you from your nest of blankets and pillows, your usual pips and chirps replaced exhausted whines.

He’d been warned that this could happen. That sometimes hybrids have trouble expressing, especially if the eggs are unfertilized.

He’d gotten you into bed, your back to his stomach with your legs spread and ankles hooked over his thighs.

One of König’s massive hands is splayed over your abdomen, cupped to create a bit more pressure from his gathered fingertips as he rubs ellipses over you.

Your hands grip weakly at his forearm as he tries to stimulate you. You look up at him with barely formed tears gathering at your waterline from how long and tiring this process has been, keeping you exhausted and restless at once.

“Ich werde es besser machen, liebling, I promise,” he coos, shifting his legs to spread you a little better. It feels… a bit wrong to be touching you this way when you’re not well. Like he’s taking advantage, even though he knows it’s the least invasive way to help you. It doesn’t help that you can definitely feel him hard against your back.

His touches start feather-light on your clit, flicking and rubbing to try to spur your inner muscles into making the necessary contractions. His petting and stroking gets heavier, until your hips are twitching and your eyes clench shut with the strain as you pass the first egg in your clutch.

König lets out a breath he’d had no idea he was holding as the cream colored egg slips onto the towel beneath you. It’s a little bigger than the ones in your last clutch had been, which is probably what caused the issue, if he had to guess. His poor little siedenmotte.

The ones after the first come much easier, thank god. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing your face twisted in pain much more than he already had.

He grinds his teeth, sick with guilt when you thrash against him with what must be the last of your strength— your legs twitching as you try to free yourself from his hold, from the overstimulation. But he has to make sure you’re not holding onto anything, so he keeps you pinned, pressing down on your belly while two of his fingers find a home inside of your sore cunt. He makes you cum, finally, and heaves a sigh of relief when you don’t produce anything more.

Your eggs, which he typically finds laid in an array with almost mathematical precision, sit in a sticky pile on the towel. Not quite as many as usual, but noticeably more girthy, not as uniform either. He hoped it didn’t mean you were sick.

He puts the towel off to the side to be dealt with later, focusing on untangling your legs. He lays with you on his chest, and he starts to hum an old song he remembers from his childhood so you can feel the rumble in his chest. He doesn’t have the deepest voice, but it seems to do well enough for you, relaxing you enough to let your eyes close.

When he feels you’re recovered enough that he feels he can leave you alone to rest, he’ll dig out a flashlight from his dresser to shine through each of your eggs, just like always, just to make sure there’s nothing in them before they’re returned to you.

Hopefully you’d be back to your usual self tomorrow. He isn’t sure how much more of this his heart can take.

[this-user-is-new]

has anyone else noticed that the writers were absolutely reluctant to fully commit to the darker implications of piltover's actions? like the gas attack on zaun? but tbh the writers' self-sabotaging of arcane's potential as social commentary is not what's really frustrating, it's that it's not just a missed opportunity, it’s a deliberate avoidance. the writers couldn't make piltover that bad, at least not through the characters we have to follow.

with the gas attack, what we get are scattered hints: a single man coughing, kids praying to janna in a song (in a way that’s super easy to miss), and worship of a painting of janna. but the show never fully depicts the suffering caused by the gas. it never commits to the atrocity and by refusing to depict the actual impact, the show softens piltover’s culpability and allows a big part of the audience to either overlook or justify it.

but the gas attack aside, the writers had two opportunities to make an explicit statement about systemic oppression, environmental racism, and the true cost of unchecked industrial power but they avoided doing so. and those two clearest instances of this avoidance are in how the show handles viktor and orianna:

in season 2, viktor’s story is literally warped to avoid blaming piltover. viktor, a character who should represent the suffering zaunites endure because of piltover’s neglect, is instead pushed into the role of an irredeemable villain for a marvelesque shit show. his transformation discards his humanity so blatantly that the audience is distracted from the actual injustice: he was dying because of piltover.

his ending is framed around jayce’s “beauty in imperfection” speech as if he should have just accepted his disability rather than seeking a cure, when the reality is, he wasn’t just disabled, he was dying because of the system piltover built. that was his entire struggle in season 1, but by season 2’s end, the narrative no longer engages with it to protect piltover.

as for orianna, she is reduced to an easter egg as a gift to league of legends fans (which is funny because the show ruined her lore for them), but more importantly, to avoid critiquing piltover.

her lore was an explicit condemnation of piltover’s disregard for zaunite lives. she was a little girl who helped zaunites, got sick due to piltover’s pollution, and had to slowly replace her own body with machinery until she lost all humanity. but arcane erases this. she’s barely a cameo, and the audience isn’t even told how she died. the show doesn’t just sideline her suffering, it removes it entirely, sanitizing piltover’s guilt in the process.

more importantly, all of this lets a big part of the audience defend piltover. for instance, by never showing the gas’s impact, the show gives certain viewers the option to ignore it: no bodies, no long-term sickness, no undeniable, inescapable horror. and i'm sure we've all seen how this allows for interpretations that justify piltover’s actions in the fandom, whether that means erasing the gas attack’s consequences or framing it as acceptable because the victims are zaunites (who are often conveniently portrayed as violent criminals).

also, ekko’s line about rescuing more people because of gang fighting is a perfect example of how the show subtly misdirects the audience. yes, gang violence is an issue, but it’s not the only crisis. the gas remains, it spreads, it poisons the people, especially the children working in factories. those are also people the firelights must have rescued. but the show chooses to highlight one crisis over another, and we know why ...

anyway, it's sad that the writers had no balls. they let so many people feel comfortable not thinking too hard about piltover’s crimes, and comfortable enough to insult anyone who criticizes characters participating in those crimes, especially caitlyn and her squad.

[thoughtfulfiction]

Full of Surprises

Author’s note: My first Joe request from a gorgeous anon! Hope you, my angel @emmyblues and all the other New Years babies had an amazing birthday!!!

Pancakes. Waffles. Is both too much? A little fruit on the side? Should he have bacon on the plate? What about eggs?

“Joe,” he snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a perturbed voice. “What should I make? I’d like to know today, please.”

The man continues walking around the kitchen, running through the plan in his head. It’s honestly causing him more effort than most of his pregame prep. Football was easy, it was x’s and o’s, utilizing his cadence and dissecting some of the best defenses the league has ever seen. Simple things. Planning the perfect birthday wasn’t exactly something he’d practiced his entire life but it was the first one he’d be spending with you living together so he was willing to try his best to make it unforgettable.

“Okay,” he places his hands on the counter, facing his chef. The first order of business for the day was to deliver you breakfast in bed but he loved you too much to make you sit through a meal he cooked. So he called in a professional to start the day off on the right foot. “Chocolate chip pancakes. Final answer.”

“Thank you,” his chef Morgan cracks a tiny smile, patting Joe on the back. “Relax man, she’s gonna love it. If anything, today might be a little over the top but hey—I’d go all out for my girl too.”

That did nothing to ease his worries. He made his way to the living room to touch up some of the decorations and make sure that the layout is how he pictured it in his mind. He thinks for a second, laughing to himself about how you’re still peacefully sleeping upstairs and he’s running around like a headless chicken. By the time he’s putting on the finishing touches, the food is ready and he needs to wake you up so you have time to eat and spend a little time together before he has to leave for practice.

You wake up to the most delicate kisses peppering your face, your neck, your collarbone. Trying to ignore it, you pull the covers over your face but your morning energy, or lack thereof, is no match for him. He easily takes the comforter away, pulling you in close enough to have his mouth back on your skin, kissing your shoulder. Each gentle touch enhances the beautiful wake-up call.

“Good morning sunshine,” he states calmly, “happy birthday.”

You hum tiredly, opening your eyes to ogle at him in all of his glory. His icy blue eyes peering into your soul, the way his arm muscles clench while holding onto the tray full of food that he sets in your lap. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of this view, of being in his orbit…as long as you live. And he’s completely dedicated to making this entire day all about you. “Thank you baby,” you cover your mouth and back away when he leans in, “morning breath?”

Joe scoffs, “come here woman,” he grabs you by your legs, wrapping them around his waist and reaching over to present the most perfect platter of pancakes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Thank you! You didn’t have to wake up extra early and do all this,” you give him a very quick peck, immediately digging in.

He takes a piece of fruit off of your plate and pops it into his mouth, “thank Morgan actually. I didn’t make any of it. But…I do have big plans for you today.”

“Oh you do?”

Joe nods, grabbing your fork so he can feed you. He sat there and helped you finish the plate, giving you a kiss after each bite. Once you were finished, he let you brush your teeth before pulling out a blindfold.

“This is a bit kinky…” you trail off as the light is replaced with complete and utter darkness. Joe gently ties the blindfold after wrapping it around your head and waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you can’t see.

“Maybe I’ll save it for later,” Joe growls into your ear, playfully smacking your butt before grabbing your hand slowly walking the two of you out of the room.

The gentle padding of his feet on the ground, leading you down the stairs is the one thing you can focus on. You knew he was only leading you to the living room but you really don’t mind trusting blindly to hold your hand through life and wherever it may take you.

Light comes back to your world when your boyfriend takes off the blindfold, his mischievous smile making an appearance.

“Joseph…what did you do?”

He puts his hands up, looking at you like he has no clue what you’re talking about. The entire living room is covered in balloons, two giant gold numbers depicting your age sit on the couch, surrounded by a array of lavish gift bags. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Joe rushes out, taking long strides toward the doorway and coming back with his hands behind his back. The birthday hat you made him wear a few weeks ago is suddenly now on your head and he takes a picture of you in the middle of the room and you feel like you’ve just won a spelling bee. “You can take it off now if you want, I promised my mom I’d get you back for making me wear the stupid hat. But you look good in the stupid hat so it’s not as funny.”

“Aw you’re so sweet,” you tell him with a laugh, kissing him on the cheek as he hands you the first gift.

The first three bags are Bvlgari. A complete matching set containing a ring, necklace and a bracelet. All gold. The next bag is Gucci, an ivory bucket hat.

“I have the same one in black. Figured we could match,” Joe shrugs, handing you the next one.

Calf length leather boots, with red bottoms. Then another pair of boots, which could be considered more casual since they’re Chelsea boots…except they’re Prada. And of course, he got you the Prada travel bag you mentioned in passing nearly a month ago. “Thank you. You really did not have to get me all this stuff. All of this is beautiful and so thoughtful.”

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him tight and giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “What did I do in my past life to deserve you?”

Most of your early relationship you tried to be firm in letting him know you weren’t with him for the stuff he can buy you. Over time as the trust and love continued to build between you two, you realized that it wasn’t the end of the world to be pampered and showered with gifts every now and then, internal cringing less at the thought of the prices at the end of his gift receipts. The man seemed satisfied with how his first two surprises had gone, letting you know that your friend Ryan was on her way to pick you up as soon as he was gone for practice. Every detail had been carefully planned out so you wouldn’t be alone and bored while he was gone.

As soon as he was out the door you took your time getting ready, putting your new items away in their respective places. Ryan texted you that she was on her way after you got out of the shower, not telling you where you were headed so you opted for minimal makeup and a casual but cute outfit and some sneakers in case there was walking involved.

The surprise ended up being an extensive spa treatment. A 75 minute deep tissue massage and a Vitamin C facial. Then there was the mani-pedi, hydrotherapy soak and exfoliating scrub included. You felt the most relaxed you’ve felt in years, all the tension was released literally from the top of your head and neck area to your feet.

Your home was eerily quiet when you and Ryan came back. The lights were off and Joe was nowhere to be found, even though the car he took when he left that morning was back in its usual spot in the garage.

“Babe? Are you home?” You called out, starting to search for him.

Ryan turned on the kitchen lights and suddenly the room was filled with people yelling “surprise!” Your mom and Joe’s mom were there, along with several of your friends, a few Bengals players and their significant others were also in attendance.

On the side table was a massive spread of food, mostly comprised of your favorites and you bravely held back the wave of emotion to greet everyone and thank them for coming. Having a birthday on a holiday has never been easy. Growing up it was a time where people were either out of town to celebrate with their families or it was just simply too much work to even want to plan anything concrete in case plans had to be moved around or cancelled. You sometimes felt like the day was completely overshadowed. Now that you were an adult it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world as long as you had a relaxing and relatively fun day but for Joe to gather some of your favorite people in the world all in one place to be with you on your birthday meant more than you could explain. Speaking of Joe, you hadn’t seen him yet.

You are in the middle of asking Chase Brown’s girlfriend Jazmyn if she has everything she needs from her baby registry when you spot him. In his hands is the most beautiful heart shaped gold birthday cake and he’s beaming as he starts the “happy birthday” song and everyone in the room joins in. Your eyes are closed when he sets the cake in front of you, telling you to make a wish. The first reaction is to ask him what more could you wish for when you have everything you could possibly want right in front of you, yet you indulge him and stand still to think for a little while before blowing out your candles and letting people try the cake.

Between the conversations about playoff scenarios and resolutions for the new year, the room is bustling with activity. Even Joe seems relaxed, a water bottle in hand and never really taking interest in being more than five feet away from you at all times. You catch his eyes a few times throughout the afternoon, a comforting smile here and there going a long way while the people in your home happily mingle and make significant dents in the amount of food available. Nobody really seems to notice that the two of you have snuck off other than your moms, who exchange knowing smiles.

“Alright, you have to stop.” You tell him once you’re finally alone.

“Stop what? What am I doing?”

“Stop looking at me with that face. That I’ve seen you naked several times face, don’t give me that face. Not with my mom in the room. Because when you make that face and you’re staring at me with that—freaking stare I want to do something about it. And I can’t. Cause my mom is in the room. And so is yours. So stop it. That should’ve been my birthday wish.”

Joe rolls his eyes, closing the already short distance between you. “Well, when you say a wish out loud, it doesn’t come true.”

He’s looking at you again, less intense this time, more…soft. You’re the only person in the world that gets to see him like this, completely undone and void of his impenetrable exterior. This is the man you’ve continued to fall in love with the more you’ve gotten to know him. And when your lips meet his you can’t help but grin, brushing your finger along the side of his jaw with your thumb. The kiss is as soft as a feather, almost painfully slow as Joe teases you, letting you trace his top lip with your tongue until he opens his mouth and takes charge. Before the kiss goes any further he pulls away, sitting down in one of the oversized swivel chairs in the corner of the room and letting you settle on his thigh.

“When did you have time to do all this?” You ask him earnestly, “I mean with your schedule and the end of the season. How did you—”

He leans into your touch, kissing the tiny space behind your ear that he knows makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. “No matter what’s going on in my life, I will always find time to celebrate my favorite person in the entire world. I really wanted you to feel special today.”

“You make me feel special everyday. But for what it’s worth, you’re my favorite person in the world too.”

Joe kissed you on the head, patting your leg so you can stand up first. He tells you to wait here, signaling there’s one more surprise in store. In his hand is a card for you to read…alone. “I’ll be out there making sure Sam hasn’t eaten all of your cake,” he jokes, giving your hand a squeeze on his way out.

Running your fingers across the front of the letter, you admire Joe’s handwriting, trying to think of what could possibly be inside the envelope. Your curiosity gets the best of you rather quickly and you’re tearing it open, holding a small piece of paper in your hand.

Happy birthday baby,

I’ve been thinking about the perfect way to close out the day. Then I thought about birthday sex and doing unspeakable things to each other and got a little distracted. So I took a break to regroup and come up with an actual plan. Today is about you and how amazing you are. How you’ve changed my life for the better. How you’ve been my rock every step of the way during this up and down season. One that I wouldn’t trade for the world because at the end of the day, I get to play football, which love and then I get to come home to you, which I’m starting to love more and more every day. You’re my dream come true and I’m so lucky to get to do life with you.

And if you ever tell anyone I wrote you a love letter on your birthday I’ll deny it. We are taking this to the grave.

I love you,

Joe

You were already in tears halfway through the letter, the waterworks in full effect when two tickets to Disneyland in Tokyo were taped to the bottom of the letter.

How was he ever going to outdo this birthday?

The Bengals should seriously consider signing you for a short term contract the way you wrap Joe up in your arms as soon as you spot him. If he hadn’t seen you coming and knew your reaction, you probably could’ve taken him to the ground. “I take it you liked the present?”

You shrug, “not a bad first offseason trip,” the facade quickly fades and you hug him again, “thank you Joey, for everything today…and everyday. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He leans into you, resting his head on yours for a few seconds.

Tilting you head up, you look at him. “Wait…is this why you got us the bucket hats?”

“That’s exactly why I got us the bucket hats. We gotta fit the vibe babe. Blend in.”

You huff out a laugh. “Right. Of course.”

You once scoffed at an 8:30pm bedtime and now it was hard to keep your eyes open at 9:16pm, laying in bed next to Joe. And you swear you just heard him giggle, leaving you wide awake.

“Did you party too hard birthday girl?”

“It’s not funny! I’m getting too old for this,” you mumble into his side.

Sometimes you don’t even remember what life was like before him. And you definitely don’t want to know a life without him. Here he was Mr. Football fiend, in the middle of the season, going above and beyond to make you feel celebrated, special and loved beyond measure. And he’s always so warm, being in his arms is grounding you, slowly lulling you back to sleep.

The two of took a power nap so you could make it to the ball drop. At 11:59, he wished you happy birthday again and you kissed him at midnight wishing him a happy new year.

“Thank you for escaping the womb. I’m really glad you did that.” He pulls on your—well his—hoodie strings so you can’t see, kissing your nose.

“You’re a freaking idiot.”

[justmeinadaze]

Curiosity: Part 3 (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I am going to elongate these two even if it kills me lol I'm obsessed with this version of Eddie <3

Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, Stevie makes a cameo, frotting, dirty talk (always lots of filthy words coming from Daddy Eddie), slight over stimulation, etc. FLUFF, Eddie and Y/N talk about music and how much they care about each other, Eddie is protective over you and Steve (he's a good egg)

ANGST, Eddie talks about Steve's past bad relationships (mentions of being used and manipulated in his vulnerable headspace), Eddie still doesn't know Y/N is the fan he's been talking to.

Word Count: 3383

Chapters Here/Donate to Me

“Are you sure you’re alright with this?”

“Eddie.”, you giggle as you cuddle up further into your mattress. “It’s fine. I know you’re just doing it for money. I’ll still like you; I promise.”

“You better.”, he teases. “Steve will be with me tonight just answering some questions and then we have one session which, knowing her, I’m sure will be just talking. Tomorrow, if you’re comfortable, I want you to come over and meet him before we film. It will make me feel better, you know. Just knowing you trust him and everything…Plus he’s one of my best friends…”

“Ok, sounds like a plan.”

“Alright, babe, well—”

“Eddie? Thank you for…always checking in…when it comes to this stuff. I know I’m ok with it and I know ALL this is new for me but I appreciate you being patient. I’ve...I’ve never dated anyone like that before.”

“Fuck, I think it’s so cute when you stumble over your words like that.”, he breathes making you smile. “Of course, sweetheart. I really like you and I care about your feelings. I know it’s only been a couple of months but you, um, you mean a lot to me…”

“I think it’s cute when you stumble over your words.”, you mock jokingly, beaming wide when you hear him laugh through his teeth. “You mean a lot to me to, Eddie.”

“Alright, alright. Stop flirting with me and go relax! I’ll talk to you later.”

When he hangs up the phone, you hug the device to your chest and keen into your pillow. It had been so long since you felt giddy over a romantic partner and you loved it. For a long time, you blocked that notion, having been hurt one too many times but especially by your last ex. 

Eddie always made things seem easy and you loved that about him. 

Your phone dinged and nerves flooded your stomach when you saw a notification reminder for a session you had scheduled with EddietheBanished later that evening that you definitely didn’t schedule. 

You had purposely avoided the site naively hoping that maybe you would never have to tell him and he would forget all about CurvyCorporateMillennial. You should have known better. Eddie’s kind heart would never allow that and you knew at some point you would have to come clean but with every passing day it just became harder. 

Did that stop you from grabbing your friend’s laptop and signing in?

No.

Did you enter his stream anyway even though you didn’t have to?

Yes.

When his face illuminated your screen that worry was replaced with affection as you watched his beautiful eyes scan over the names coming in. It wasn’t until his elbow nudged the boy beside him that you realized he wasn’t alone. 

“Millennial is here. That’s my friend I was telling you about.”, he praises causing the other boy to grin. 

When you pictured Steve, you imagined someone who looked like Eddie or the other friends he had that made up Corroded Coffin. The man sitting beside him now looked like he could be on the cover of any fashion magazine. His brown wispy locks seemed incredibly soft, immediately falling back into place after he ran his fingers through it. 

Even under his short sleeve shirt, you could tell how broad and muscular he was with veins that led along his forearms up to his gorgeous, massively sized hands. Steve’s facial features were soft but when he smiled even his eyes sparkled as his energy came to life. 

“I can’t wait to meet her, man.”, he replied in sultry voice that had you licking your lips. 

They were both in a particular headspace, you could tell. 

The first half of his stream was calm and easy with Eddie strumming his guitar against his bare chest. After a couple of minutes, heat warmed your cheeks when you realized it was one of the songs that you and he had talked about while laying in bed yesterday morning. 

“The best romantic songs are slow and sensual.”, he teases as he rolls his hips.

“They are not!”, you giggle as your nails lightly continue to rub his back. “The best ones are upbeat like…what was that one band…The Darkness? I Believe in a Thing Called Love.”

“Oh, the high pitched one?

I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart.”

When his voice cracks as he tries to hit the notes, you laugh uncontrollably as you press your face into his warm chest making him smile wide.

“Ok, alright, I’ll give you that. You can’t ignore songs though that are featured in actual romance movies.”

Eddie’s hand pets the back of your head as his eyes scan your face and he begins to lightly sing, 

“In your eyes The light, the heat (Your eyes) I am complete (Your eyes).”

His thumb softly drags along your lips and along your cheekbone.

“I see the light and the heat (Your eyes) I want to be that complete I want to touch the light The heat I see in your eyes.”

You tilt your head to kiss his lips before he wraps his arms around you to hold you tightly to him. 

 “Touching yoooooou, touching meeeee…”

Eddie’s head dips back as he laughs at Steve’s signing. 

“Dude, how do you know that song? You struggle with like all media.”

“I think the real question is why are you playing it? Didn’t it come out in the early 2000s or some shit.”, the boy chuckles through his teeth. 

“Yeah, yeah but…my girlfriend mentioned it and it’s been in my head… I was thinking about playing it for her so I can embarrass her cute ass from the stage.”

“You’re going to play that shit in front of a crowd of people and that’s somehow going to embarrass her?”

“Millennial, babe, help me out here.”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but giggle as you reply, “I think it’s an awesome song.”

“THANK YOU!”, Eddie sasses as he smirks at his friend who roles his eyes. “Do you enjoy being wrong? Lucky for you we aren’t playing or I would have spanked you.”

“For what?! Because your taste in music is drastically different from mine.”, Steve playfully responds as he pushes the man’s knee but doesn’t remove his hand from his skin. “You can spank me anyway though if you want.”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raise in amusement. 

“Spankings are meant to be a punishment. You’re not supposed to beg for them.”

“I wasn’t begging, I was suggesting.”

Both men stare at each other with knowing smiles on their faces. 

They know what they’re doing and for you it’s definitely working as you adjust on your mattress. 

“Mhmm. Well, we’ll talk about that attitude tomorrow. For now…”, Eddie pauses as he looks at his phone for the time. “We have to go but we’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

While the metalhead grins, his friend waves as the screen went black and you hastily clicked their link faster than you ever had before. 

When their faces appeared they both seemed much more at ease as Steve’s nose scrunched while he laughed and Eddie exhaled smoke from the fresh cigarette he had just lit. 

“Oh shit. Hey, Mil. I hope it’s alright, I scheduled this thing so you can meet my friend—”

“Why do you keep scheduling her and not just give her your phone number.”, the other boy asks before turning to smile towards the camera while he listens to the answer. 

“I’ve offered but she insists this is fine. I don’t want to push. Mil, this my friend and recording slut Steve. Steve, my friend Mil.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The pretty boy politely nods his head to say hello. “I hope it goes without saying but I don’t think you’re a slut. Lol.”

“Ok, good to know, honey.”, he chuckles lightly. “So, Ed here tells me you’re incredibly smart and you give him advice when it comes to his lady friend. Any advice for me?”

“Oh, um… just be yourself. I’m sure since you’re one of Eddie’s friends she’ll like you immediately.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because Eddie is such a sweetheart. Plus, I feel like he wouldn’t bring you around her if he thought you were a bad guy.”

Eddie smiles wide at your answer as Steve’s lips pout out as if he’s impressed. Just as before, you talked with the two of them for what you thought was a short amount of time until you realized it had been over three hours. 

They were both drinking and you couldn’t help but grin as more of their personalities flowed through. 

“Ok, ok, look.”, Steve shouted jokingly while your boyfriend cackled holding his tummy. “Do I enjoy showing off my body for money, yes? Do I enjoy that it pisses my father off? Also, yes. It’s an added bonus really.”

“How do your partners feel when you tell them you do this?”

“Honey, are you kidding? Half of my partners I met through here! It’s a…a double edge sword, you know? With every new soul I meet, there are a few who just want to fuck me.”

“Or they don’t understand the dynamic.”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie sighs as he cranes his neck to find his friend’s eyeline before tenderly rubbing his back to comfort him. 

“I told my girlfriend I always knew I was a dominate guy so I don’t really know what it’s like to be a sub but I do know what I see out in the world or with him when he tells me stories…fucking boys belittling him or hurting him instead of nurturing or taking care of him. Girls who take advantage of the headspace to use him to do whatever they want.”

“I like being degraded and humiliated sometimes but…some of my partners…there’s a line and they cross it.” 

When Steve’s voice cracked, your heart broke and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. While being with Eddie, you had entered that headspace so many times and you hated the image of him being that vulnerable with someone who took advantage. 

“I’m so sorry, Steve. You seem like a good person who deserves to be treated right.”

He smiled but his head hung and you watched with fascination as your boyfriend wheeled his chair closer till his forehead was resting on his temple with his arm circled around his neck so his fingers could gently run through his soft hair. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart, you’re alright. I’m right here.”, Eddie cooed, placing tender kisses on his cheek. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, babe. What did Daddy do when he found out about Trevor?” Steve let out a breathy laugh as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Come on, Stevie. What did Daddy do?”

“Beat the crap out of him.”

At the man’s drop in tone, a sigh left your own lips. Steve was dropping into his little headspace and Eddie caught on quickly. Your heart swelled at how attentive your boyfriend was. Your ex never noticed small changes like that whether they be physical or emotional. 

“Yeah, I did. What about Leah? What did Daddy do with Leah?”

“You packed her…her stuff and told her…to get the fuck out of my house.”

“That’s right.”, the metalhead continued to soothe as he shifted his gaze towards the camera. “She manipulated him into letting her stay in his place. She would scream at him and call him names like his father and it just…” Eddie paused as he growled from his chest. “Trevor was just a fucking dick. Put his hands on him one time and I almost killed him.”

“You’re a good friend, Eddie… a good man.”

“Aw, thank you, Mil. If any guy ever hurts you, you tell me and I’ll kick his ass!”

“Lol. I appreciate that.”

While he was speaking, Steve had begun lightly kissing the long-haired boy’s neck causing his eyelids to occasionally flutter. 

“Do you like when he kisses you like that?”

Your boyfriend smirks as he gently but firmly pushes at his friend’s chest. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Mil isn’t like the others. She doesn’t wants to see any of this.”

“I don’t mind.”, you type a bit too quickly causing him to breathily laugh. “I mean…if you’re comfortable.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like you have to or anything. I was just saying…you know…I don’t mind.”

“You see that, baby? See how sweet she is?”, Eddie hums as he forces Steve to focus on the screen. “Don’t ever feel nervous about that kind of thing, Mil.”

The pretty boy barely allowed him to get his last sentence out before crashing his lips to his own. A part of you wondered if you would be jealous when you saw them be intimate but seeing them now had you unbelievably wet. 

“Come here, sweet boy.”

Steve immediately dropped to his knees and tugged down the metalhead’s sweatpants allowing his cock to spring free. Eddie was nothing but patient as he pet the man’s hair and looked at him with eyes filled with affection. 

“Can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please.”

“Absolutely.” A small smile flickered across his lips as his tongue darted out to lick the precum off his tip, leaving little kisses before opening his mouth to envelope him fully. “Gooood. Good boy. T-Take as much as you can for right now.”

A heavy pant escaped your chest and you watched his head bob halfway down Eddie’s cock as his palm caught the drool that fell to stroke the rest him. Your boyfriend bit his bottom lip as his glassy eyes observed him, his fingers tangling into his hair as he lightly guided his movements.

“Look at you…so fucking pretty. Anyone w-would be lucky to have you worship them…”

Steve moaned at his praise, grinding his hips against the man’s leg desperate for any form of friction to ease the ache between his own legs. Eddie chuckled as he grabbed the boy’s bicep and lifted him off his length to his feet so he could effortlessly remove his pants with his boxers. 

His red, angry cock was leaking copious amounts of precum, ready to be released at any moment but he knew. He wouldn’t cum until Daddy told him it was ok. With calloused hands on his hips, the metalhead guided his friend to straddle his waist, holding his lower back for support as he maneuvered them both so they were better seen on the camera. 

“Can you see this beautiful boy, Mil?”

“Yes…so handsome…”

“Yeah, honey, he is. Did you see that? She said you were handsome.”, Eddie cooed while Steve fully began rolling his hips as he nibbled on his neck. “Fuck that feels so good… I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

The pretty boy whimpered as his hand reached between their bodies to pump his hand along their cocks, holding them together as he continued to move. 

“F-Fuck, that’s it. Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” Gripping his ass, Eddie guided his movements making the other man move at a faster pace that had him whining desperately as his head fell on his shoulder. “That’s it, that’s it. Don’t stop, Steven!”

His rhythm began to slow but your boyfriend wouldn’t allow it as he kept guiding him till his face scrunched and his arms promptly wrapped around him to hold him close. 

“Hey, look at me. Are you ok?”

“Yeah…yeah, Daddy, I ok.”, Steve responded sleepily making Eddie chuckle. 

“What about you, Mil? Are you--?” The metalhead barely got his sentence out before he realized CurvyCorporateMillennial had already signed off. 

***

Ten minutes later, you were pounding on his door with your palm.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST! I am coming! Who the fu—Y/N? Baby, are you alri—”

You practically jumping into his arms, interrupting him as your lips greedily attached to his. 

“I’m sorry…I just…need you…Where’s—”

“He’s asleep.”

You breathily giggle with relief as you walk Eddie to his couch where you both fall onto it with him on top. Your legs circled around his waist making him pause for a moment as he pushed up onto his palms. 

“Fuck…”

“Is something wrong?”, you whisper.

“No, no. Steve and I were playing and I didn’t realize I had…fucking cum…on my pants…”

“Eddie, it’s alright.”

“It’s a mix of mine and his. If I had known it was there and that you were coming over I would have taken them off.”, he laughed as he tried to push off you but you kept your grip firm. 

“It’s ok.”, you repeat as your lips find his once more. “Did…Did Daddy make him feel good?” He pulls back again but only enough so his chocolate eyes can search yours. “Is he ok?”

“Jesus…how did I get so lucky to land a perfect girl like you?”, he murmurs more so to himself than you. “Yeah, baby, Daddy made him feel good.”

Desperately, you pushed down his sweats as he sloppily tried to help with the one free hand he could spare before lifting up your hips to remove your shorts. 

“Shit, baby girl, you are so fucking wet. What were you doing before you came over?”, Eddie asked as his ran his tip between your folds. 

“Thinking about you…and how much I miss you…”

Your breath filled answer made him smile as he tenderly kissed your forehead. His irises lock with yours and his mouth drops open in a silent moan as he gradually pushes himself inside you. 

“Jesus fuck… I’m s-still…still a little sensitive.”, he chuckles as his eyes close and his head hangs. “Fuck, your always so tight.”

“Mmph—so big…”

“I know. I know, pretty girl, but you can take it. Your pussy takes me so well.”

“Fuck me, Daddy…please.”

Falling flat against you, Eddie rolled his hips pushing his cock so deep inside you that you swore you saw stars. The grunt that followed every slam sounded like music to your ears as small ahs of your own were muffled into his broad shoulder.

After pushing up onto his hands, his hair tickled your nose as he craned his neck to watch his length disappear into your cunt and come back out glistening with your slick. 

“I’m gonna go faster now but—fuck—I need you to try and be really quiet for Daddy, sweetheart, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

“Good…good girl. Can you do me another favor?”, he smirks as he takes hold of your wrist and sticks out his long tongue, running the pads of your fingers along the muscle. “I want you to rub your clit.”

“Like this, Daddy?”, you ask as you bring your hand down to your bundle of nerves and Eddie starts thrusting into you again. 

“Just like that, baby.”

With one palm gripping the back of the couch, he utilizes his other to hold your thigh, keeping your legs open for him as he chases your highs. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I’ll cum with you.” Nodding, your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches and you come undone. “Goddamn it.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel his release warm your insides and you promptly cup his face, bringing his lips to yours as he lazily continues to move, elongating both your climaxes. 

“Ah, shit.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah…hurts a bit.”, Eddie hisses lightly as he kisses your forehead and slowly pulls out. “Do you feel comfortable taking a shower? He’s completely passed out and—”

You cut him off again with another tender kiss as your thumbs caress his cheeks. 

“Can we lay here for a bit?”

“Of course. Do you want me to move or…?” Shaking your head, you pull him against you as you wrap your arms around him and your nails gently run through his tangled mess of hair. “I’m not too heavy, right?”

“Eddie!”, you whisper loudly, shaking him with your belly as you laugh. “I’m alright. Everything is alright. Let me hold you.”

The metalhead smiles as he tils up so his chin is resting on your chest. 

“Forever and ever, babe. If you’ll have me.”

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@dashingdeb16 @myherometalhead @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @twirls827 @micheledawn1975 @chelebelletx @hardladyheart @spiderxbatty @twirls827 @daveythorntonslocker @eddies-dungeon-and-dragon @mrsjellymunson @utterlyinsanity @daveythorntonslocker @jeangeniex @seedlingghost

[tomswifty-fr]

Tundra hatchlings leave their eggs with horns and a full coat of fur and are capable of walking and running short distances just hours after birth (though they typically won't choose to for at least a couple of days).

On hatching, the horns are covered with a layer of mostly-hairless skin. The bone here is sturdy enough to serve a similar function as an eggtooth, but is still developing along with the rest of the skull. It will remain soft and somewhat malleable for the few few months to a year of life. The skin covering will die and be replaced with keratin of the same color when the horns are fully developed in late adolescence.

It's easy to affect a horn's development when soft, either accidentally or deliberately. Something as simple as a hatchling spending too much time leaning on one side can train a horn to grow in a "wrong" direction. Some cultures will go to great lengths to correct bent or asymmetrical horns, while others don't consider it a big deal as long as it doesn't affect the hatchling's health. Horns that are severely asymmetrical or curved in a very atypical way (straight forward, for example) can cause neck issues, problems balancing, or even cause stress or injuries to the rest of the skull.

On the other hand, some cultures consider it normal to deliberately sculpt a hatchling's horns. This can be done for purely aesthetic reasons or as a clan/family identifier. The latter is most common in very traditionalist Tundra communities in the Southern Icefield, where it is a very old practice, and is almost never seen in northern flights or mixed-breed communities. Folklore has it that it began as a way to recognize clanmembers in storms strong enough to blow away scent - skeptics say that visibility in a storm like that would be too low to see someone's horns at a distance anyway. The former is highly controversial for being fully elective, so to speak, and Tundras who practice traditional horn modification see it as deeply weird and kind of cruel to saddle your kid with a horn shape that won't be shared with anyone else.

All stances are controversial to someone, and medical opinion is mixed on whether "standard" horn shapes are inherently healthier than just letting them grow, whether deliberate modification is necessarily harmful, when it's justifiable, and how much is too much. Add in the fact that any procedure is irreversible and can only be done when the hatchling is too young to say yes or no - it's a mess.

On the fur front, a hatchling's "baby coat" is waterproof, thin, and extremely soft. Its purpose is to keep the egg liquids away from the skin and protect them from the cold just long enough to crawl under the closest parent. Adult Tundra fur is not waterproof; it keeps them dry by being thick and heavy enough that snow or liquid simply doesn't make it to the skin. A hatchling will start growing their adult coat almost immediately after making it out of the egg, and sheds their baby coat within a couple of days.

Shed baby coats are occasionally collected and woven into fabric in the same way that adult wintercoats are, but it's far less common for several reasons. The first being that the last thing on a new parent's mind is going to be collecting fur from their brand new infant - they have other things to be worrying about! The second being that one baby's worth of fur, or even a whole litter's, isn't enough to really do anything with. At best, you get a little keepsake bandana.

[soyboywenzie]

okay, not to argue but

1) this point is mute because aegon was never born of incest anyways

2) he’s still part of the MOST IMPORTANT house in the country, way more than most due to their dragon blood

3) he wouldn’t hold the ancestral seat due to him not being important is he wasn’t viserys son

3) a trade he’d have no part in due to him not being important if viserys wasn’t his dad

4) same thing as the last point. the matters very little to him in all canons

5) the citadel…he did not care about

In short, him being part hightower is the bad thing, it’s his family using him to extend their own power since being apart of house Hightower didn’t get them anything which also got Aegon nothing…because like in house Targaryen succession, they were all pretty low on the ruling list. and Aegon’s relationship with sunfyre seems to be a fanon thing because in canon, he jumped off his dragon to then have it die alone and didn’t wait to find the “bigger and better sunfyre.”

yall over extend house Hightower’s importance to much for a house that is currently being ran by a wizard in a tower…which is hella more interesting than alicent and her family.

I have never understood why people (tb )call Aegon "Aegon Hightower" and act like it's some great gotcha moment. All they're saying is

a) he wasn't born of incest and

b) he's from one of the most powerful families in the country, who

c) hold an ancestral seat located in the oldest city in the country,

d) control trade due to their location beside the sea,

e) have the Starry Sept which is where the High Septon lives as well as

f) the Citadel, which is the foremost center of learning in Westeros.

In summary, I don't get why him being a Hightower is a bad thing. And in any case, he does still have Sunfyre (my beloved dragon) and they have the best dragon-rider bond ever seen. This has been a huge rant, thanks for reading!

[fanzou]

To Be Vigilant

✗ Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x GN!Reader

✗ Genre: Fluff

✗ Total WC: 0.8K

“‘N…. I don’t know, he’s just so… handsome and masculine and so great in all the right ways.” You say so dreamily, palm propping your head up.

Robin just takes it all in, not ‘cause she wants to. But because she has to. She really does love you. Truly. Had it been anyone else she’d probably grow just a smidge irritated. Well, not like she wasn’t right now. This, here, right now, her zen time? She’d likely pick up a book and enjoy her favorite drink and go to town, and that was the initial plan—but alas, here you were talking about Zoro like a schoolgirl in love.

So yeah, she was a smidge irritated but she’d tolerate it, for you.

“Do you want me to stop talking about him?” You smile, sheepishly while tracing the outline of the wooden table.

If Nami was here, she’d answer with the most blunt and straightforward, YES! ever. Pity for Robin that she wasn’t there to accompany the two of you.

She smiles back, just a little lighter. “I can’t promise I won’t cancel you out while you do.”

You whine her name, resting your head on her shoulder while she swirls her coffee around with a spoon, you have a light grip of her arm.

Like seriously, if it were anyone else.

“Why don’t you tell him how you feel?” Would be the logical approach, and she, by all means, is right. But you often defied logic, many times reaping the consequences. This was one of those times. “You never truly know what he might be thinking.”

“That’s just it. It could go so wrong!”

“It could also go right.” She peers down at your desperate figure, clinging onto her like she was your life-line.

Shit, couldn’t argue with that.

You sigh in a last effort of defiance, “I think I’m fine with liking him from a distance. It’s not doing me any harm right now,” you resume in your own activity—that being fiddling with your fingers, pulling away from the black-banged woman. “Yeah… I mean, watching him work out in the Crow’s Nest is kinda hot.” She giggles at your remark. Wow, that’s kinda surprising.

She’d probably regret it though, it grants you a chance to egg the topic on, “There’s something so charming about his attitude and personality, though. Like he could be such a good boyfriend—No, he’d be a great husband.”

Robin says nothing, a little hm, flipping to the next page over.

And this is where you kinda start feeling bad, it’s not the first she’s gotten an ear load about how dreamy and handsome you thought Zoro was. Probably wouldn’t be the last, either. You’ve yapped Nami’s ear off about it and she was not as generous when it came to your rambles. Partially because there was so much she could take and partially because she cringed at how highly you spoke of him. She couldn’t take it anymore, so… you moved onto your next victim. A voice of reason, (like you’d ever listen to reason anyways.) Robin.

Surprisingly she speaks, “You should be more careful with where you say things.”

…Okay? You look back up to her after your arms are crossed over the other with your cheek leaning on top for a little duration of time, and get a look at the woman as an effort to make her push a little further into her statement.

But she doesn’t. Abruptly Robin stands from her seat, she closes her book and brings her coffee with her. She looks over to the door, as if someone was there—then to you.

“I wish you the best of luck with the swordsman.”

You giggle, “You say that like he’s—”

Oh.

Oh.

And then your worst fears come true. You lose vision of her, and then it’s replaced with the thief of your heart.

Oh shit.

His tone is condescending, and he lifts his head up as if to mock you, “Like I’m?” His shoulder is leaning against the door frame of the room; you’re frozen in place. Eyes as wide as flying saucers, hands gripping the nearby surface. You whimper very slightly.

Shit, was this her plan all along? Was that why she giggled at what you said? She wasn’t really trying to egg you on to speak anymore but, it was so perfect. She did this on purpose, get you to spill in possibly the most convenient time possible. You should’ve known. She’s never taken interest like this before.

And how couldn’t you sense his presence?!

Your palms are sweaty, you’re hot all over, “Like… like…” But he only grins, and it’s so sadistic, he takes delight in your shocked state. He’s truly the devil.

“Guessin’ we’ve got lots to talk about, huh?”

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

robin's egg blue

@steddiebingo fill - toys

pairing: steddie | rated: G | wc: 935 | on AO3: robin's egg blue

i wanted to make this prompt nsfw, but then an actual pipe burst at my local museum back in january and this little thing was born :o)

“Apologies everyone, this section of the alphabet tour is closed today while we repair the burst pipe,” someone is saying as Eddie approaches, “We encourage you to view our other exhibits, or take a ride on our newly refurbished carousel!”

The crowd starts to disperse, leaving a bespectacled, be-sweatervested hottie of an employee standing on what looks like a literal soap box saying his “Thank you!”s and “We appreciate it!”s to the parting crowd.

The last of the patrons depart, and the man lays eyes on Eddie and his toolbox, “Oh good, you’re here. Eddie, right?” Eddie nods, and the man hops off his little stage and plucks it up under one arm, “This way please.”

“Not much damaged Mr…?” Eddie hedges, following the man further into the museum.

“Steve, just Steve. Assistant Museum Curator.” He holds his hand out behind him, walking sideways to shake Eddie’s, “And no, thankfully our Doll exhibit was spared.”

Eddie winces to himself. “That’s… good.”

Steve holds an employee-only door open for him, “Yes, I know: “the most nightmare-inducing section of the museum” as one reviewer put it,” he follows Eddie into the concrete passage, setting his soap box just inside the door, “But some of these dolls are hundreds of years old! They’re more than just toys.”

Eddie merely smiles at Hot Steve’s enthusiasm, nodding along as he continues. “We even have early 1900s paper dolls! Can you believe that?? Paper! From more than a century ago!”

Okay, that was kind of crazy to think about; he opens his mouth to say something, but Steve continues on, “Sorry, sorry, tour guide brain..I’m sure you already know about this stuff, you’re local, right?”

“Sure am!” Eddie smiles, following Steve through the door marked ‘Utility’, “But I wouldn’t say no to a private tour with a handsome curator like yourself.”

Steve turns back to him in surprise, and Eddie wants to die on the spot, flirting with the head honcho like that while on a job.

To Eddie’s amazement, Steve seems flattered; his cheeks tinge pink under the rim of his glasses and Eddie wants to Whoop in triumph.. until:

“S–So this is you; I think I shut everything down correctly, but wanted you to check first before you and your Uncle got to work?”

Damn. 

“Yeah, uhm,” Eddie tears his eyes away to inspect the valves and pipework. Steve had actually managed to spin the right valve in what was sure to have been chaos, “You shut off everything in the Northwest section of level 1, Good job, Steve.”

He looks back at Steve and is delighted to see him even pinker. “Thank you, I–” He clears his throat and gestures back toward the door, “Shall we?”

-

Wayne arrives right on schedule and the two get their scaffolding brought in and get down to work. 

The winter's freezing temperatures caused the pipe to burst originally, but ten more feet of pipe had to be replaced in the end, due to the fissures running back from the actual hole that got punched through.

So, over the next few days, he, Wayne, and their newest employee Lucas got the pipe isolated from the rest of the system (giving the staff their bathroom and breakroom water back), pulled down drywall, pulled out the old pipe (and boy does he mean old, this sections going to need a full overhaul soon), and got the new length of pipe welded into place.

The room they were working in was small, hell of a fit for the length of pipe they needed to bring in, but they got it done. Wayne took care of sealing up the seams of the elbow they had to put in, Lucas took care of patching up the drywall, and Eddie finished up with a couple coats of color-matched robin’s egg blue.

“Wow,”

Eddie looked down from his spot on the scaffolding to where Steve was standing in the doorway. Finally, something other than creepy Victorian dolls to look at. “Hey Mr. Museum Man, how’s it look?”

Steve wanders into the small room, heading to the far end and looking up at the now-invisible seam of new and old paint as Eddie clambers down from his perch.

“It’s like it was never there! You guys are incredible.” he says, tuning to wander back toward Eddie.

“Aw shucks,” Eddie jokes, waving him off.

“There’s gotta be something more I can do for you.”

Eddie’s face begins to heat up despite himself. “No, no, we’ve already been squared up by the museum, there’s nothing more you need to–”

Steve smirks, “How about a date?”

Eddie’s stomach flips, but he makes himself play it cool. “I dunno Stevie, Lucas has a girl already, and I don’t think you’re Wayne’s type…”

“What about your type then?” Steve asks, still smirking, still stepping closer.

Jesus H. Christ why is it so hot in here?? He wipes the back of his hand over his brow.

“Uhm, well.. I think you is–ARE. You are. My type, that is.” so much for playing it cool.

Steve stops when he’s toe to toe with him. Shiny brown leather Hush Puppies to cracked, paint-speckled Bates’.

With one hand, Steve reaches up and swipes a thumb under Eddie’s bangs, reaching down to wipe it off on the chest of Eddie’s similarly paint-speckled coveralls.

Eddie looks down at it, then at the back of his hand. Damn robin’s egg blue.

“Well good,” he says, pulling Eddie’s attention back up. Hazel eyes smoulder into his. “Because I happen to be into guys who are good with their hands.”

divider from @steddiecameraroll-graphics!

[mavrintarou]

[3:47 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

Writing side smut stories is way easier - trying hard to break out of this writer's block for the two ongoing stories.

Warning: smut, Omi is a virgin; on an Omi rush

.

Kiyoomi was not only an extreme germophobe but also an extreme rule follower.

When he injured his right wrist from a terrible fall after a last-second spike, it resulted in a fracture that required his wrist to be put in a cast.

“You need to refrain from all activities, even cleaning. You’ve put too much stress on your body and need to rest,” his primary provider instructed, aware of his extreme cleaning hobby.

He was ordered off the roster for the next six weeks before his next X-Ray appointment.

His day couldn’t get worse…

Until he got home and saw an unfamiliar face in his home.

“Who the fuck are you?”

She cocked her head and raised a brow, “I am your temporary cook and cleaner, Mr. Sakusa.” She reminded him that his cook and cleaner, Mrs. Kikuchi is on vacation for the next eight weeks and she is the temporary replacement.

“Oh,” he uttered, remembering that he was going to have a new person filling in. “Sorry, I had a rough day… can you get me something to eat?”

The frown on this person’s face shifted into a smile, “absolutely, what would you like?”

“An omelet, light on the salt and make the egg slightly runny.” He is suddenly reminded of how it took Mrs. Kikuchi weeks before finally getting his request right. Kiyoomi prepared himself for an overly-cooked omelet.

Five minutes later, his eyes widened at the pretty omelet before him. That was cooked perfectly, just like how he wanted it.

He eyed her suspiciously, not knowing why, before taking a bite.

He groaned.

Groaned.

Fuck, this is delicious! He thought, devouring more of his meal.

He struggled to eat with his non-dominant hand but was too hungry to care.

“Would you like for me to cut your omelet for you?”

Kiyoomi blinked, shocked at her question before answering, “y – yes, if you can?”

Y/n nodded and reached to cut his food for him.

His eyes dart between his food and this woman he’s only known for twenty minutes. He can’t remember the last time he had his food cut up for him and can’t figure out why he was feeling hard from the simple non-intimate gesture.

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“Can I get you anything for you to drink?” Y/n asked with a smile that had a hint of satisfaction behind it.

His heart rate increased at her smile, and he stuttered, “o – orange juice, please.”

.

This woman was maddening.

Not only did she turn him on and made him horny almost 24/7. She also made him frustrated because she wanted to go out after her shift.

“It’s raining.” He argued, gesturing to the window blurred by the heavy downpour. “It’s too dangerous to go out.”

She called his name, his fucken weakness, and prayed she doesn’t look south cause he felt his cock twitch to life.

“It’s just raining, I’m just going out for my friend’s birthday and I’ll be back.”

After two days, Y/n was staying in his home, with him, in the guest room.

Unlike Mrs. Kikuchi, who came to his house every morning for her shift, Y/n stayed with him since he was going to be home for six weeks for recovery. He calmly, yet desperately begged her to stay with him, giving her the excuse that he’d need her more since he would be home more frequently.

Kiyoomi went as far as making a mess and dirtying himself and his home for Y/n to take care of, just to have her in his presence.

“Yes, I’m aware it is raining, Y/n, and it’s not safe to go out.” He blocked her in with his left arm. “If – if something happens to you…” I wouldn’t know what to do, “I’ll – I’ll go hungry…”

Her mouth curved into a smirk, “Sakusa Kiyoomi, are you only using me for my cooking skills?”

I want to use you and let you use me in anyway way possible, he wanted to answer. Sexually.

“No…” he breathed, his breath heavy. “I just don’t want you to go,” he answered honestly.

Y/n’s fingers touch the bottom of his shirt before lightly trailing up his chest. “Your actions… some might think… you are implying something…”

“Like?” He whispered.

Her fingers suddenly gripped the collar of his shirt and tugged him forward until their lips were mere centimeters apart. “That you want me.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes glance between her eyes and lips and suddenly the anxiety of her leaving him disappeared and replaced with confidence. And horniness. “I do.” He breathed against her lips, “I want you, Y/n. Fucken badly.”

“I can tell, I can feel you.” His bulge was pressing against her belly.

Y/n pressed her lips lightly against his in a soft kiss, to gage out his reaction.

Like a starved and hungry man, he lunged at her, his left hand pressed behind the back of her head as his lips eagerly moved against hers.

Her hands rested at his waist and Kiyoomi groaned, he was ticklish and it felt weird to have someone hold his waist. But he loved it. Only Y/n’s touch. She pulled him against her until he sandwiched her against his kitchen wall.

“Fuck, your lips… taste so good,” he murmured, “I wonder how your other lips… will taste…”

She burst out laughing, her arms wrapping around his waist. “Kiyoomi… you never fail to amuse me.”

He wasn’t sure if her comment was sarcastic or not, but he didn’t care.

“Please,” he begged, just begging for anything.

She looked up at him, his dark eyes pleading also. “You want to taste my other lips?”

“I want to taste all of you.” He knocked his forehead against hers, “don’t go, stay with me. So I can please you.”

Y/n groaned, “how can I say no?”

“Say yes that you’ll stay with me, you won’t regret it.” He pulled her to his living room and forced her to take a seat on his expensive couch. He manhandled her until she was bare and naked in front of him, and he kneeled before her with her legs spread wide.

Y/n can sense the hesitation from him. “Second thoughts?” she half teased and was half serious. If he was regretting it, goodness, it would be an embarrassment for them both.

Kiyoomi shook his head, eyes set on the sight of her bare pussy before him. “I…” he choked, “I… actually haven’t done this before.”

Y/n’s eyes widen, “what?”

His tongue slips out to moisten his lips before biting down on his lower lip, looking slightly guilty. “I’ve never… actually… seen a naked woman before…”  Y/n’s surprised look made him blurt out suddenly, “I’m actually… a virgin still.”

“Oh…” her voice emphasized on the word. “I would… have never guessed that.” When he looked disappointed, she quickly added, “I don’t mean it in a bad way!” she corrected. Y/n sat up and cupped his face, “Kiyoomi, you are gorgeous. Don’t think I haven’t seen you prancing around shirtless with your sweatpants hanging off your fucken hips. I would never have thought you were still a virgin.” His eyes stare deeply into hers and she’s unsure he got her message. “Being a virgin is okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed about it.” She rubbed the tip of her nose against his. “We don’t… have to do this… please don’t feel pressured to do this.”

He shook his head, pulling away from her gasp and looking into her eyes with determination. “Teach me how to please you, teach me how you want to be pleased… I’ll do it. I’ll learn…”

“Kiyoomi, how did you take care of yourself all this time? I’m sure… you had times when you needed some relief… right?”

His cheeks flushed, before he muttered, “don’t laugh, okay…” when she nodded he answered, “I get off with a sex doll.” He waited for her to laugh at him, to embarrass him.

But she never does.

He peers up at her, not realizing he looked away.  

She looked at him with sincerity and caution, “are you sure, positively sure you want to do this?”

He nods.

Y/n let out a shaky breath and leaned back, widening her legs. She used her hand and spread her pussy lips, “see how I’m wet here?” Kiyoomi nodded. “You want to arouse me, get me wet like this, which… you did.”

“I did? How?” He looked up at her like a schoolboy genuinely curious.

“By begging me to stay in tonight, it was fucken hot,” she smiled brightly and then tapped her finger against her clit, “this is the –“

“Clit,” Kiyoomi answered in a whisper.

“Correct,” She relaxed against the couch, “now, touch me, you can graze your fingers against my pussy until you’re comfortable.”

His fingers glide against her pussy, coating his fingers. He pressed this finger pad against her clit, circling it. “I’ve seen… porn where… they do this… do you… like it?”

Y/n hummed. “When you’re ready, you can put a finger inside me.”

Kiyoomi gently inserted a finger and glanced up at Y/n who grimaced, watching his finger slowly disappearing more into her hole. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head, “no… feels good.” When his finger was knuckle deep, Y/n instructed him, “you can move your finger in and out if you’re ready.”

He does as he is told, pumping his finger gently in and out of her.

“When you are comfortable… you can add another finger.”

And he does, his forefinger and middle finger are both pumping in and out of her.

“You feel so… soft… and warm…”

Y/n’s hand gripped her knees, keeping her legs spread wide for him. She felt her eyes rolling back at just the feeling of his two fingers and she wanted more. “You’re not so bad yourself…” she murmurs.

She was becoming wetter by the second as he fingered her.

“Can you… take three fingers?” he asked cautiously.

Y/n opened her eyes, “if you want?”

He nodded eagerly and Y/n smiled, giving him the green light.

Kiyoomi inserts three fingers, quickening his pace. “Can… I also use my mouth?”

Y//n tensed, “I haven’t showered yet.”

“So?” he questioned.

“You’re not grossed?”

“With you, no?”

“If you want to.”

“I do,” he smiles before giving kitten licks to her clit.

Her back arched against the couch at the contact of his hot tongue. Seeing her reaction, Kiyoomi shifted his mouth and suckled the little nub hard until Y/n was wreathing against him.

He’s seen how men do it in porn videos and mimic it.

“God, Kiyoomi!” Y/n shouted.

Her pussy began tightening around his three fingers and he lift his mouth, “are you… close?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. “Yes… make me cum with your mouth and fingers.”

His eyes remained connected with hers as he suckled her clit and continued to pump his fingers.

“Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes! Yes, Kiyoomi… so good… so good for me.” She gripped his hair, “faster, I’m so close…”

Aiming to please, Kiyoomi brings out her orgasm. She shudders against his fingers and mouth and aside from volleyball and cleaning, he has never felt such satisfaction before.

When Y/n comes down from her high, Kiyoomi gently slips his fingers out and notices her wince.

“It’s okay… just your fingers filled me fully and I feel empty now.” She assures with a smile. She sat up and saw the mess she’d made on his leather couch. She looked at his crotch, he was hard against his jeans. “Should we… take care of that?” She nods at his bulge.

Kiyoomi’s cheeks blushed. “We don’t have to…”

“I want to, but I want you to want it too.” Y/n said sternly.

He nods, “God, I feel so silly.”

Y/n grabs him by his chin and gazes directly into his eyes, “not silly at all. Now, do you want to do this?”

“Yes,” he answered in a heartbeat.

Y/n smiled, “good, I’m happy to hear that. It seems like you’ve watched porn, is there a position you want to try for the first time?”

“Here,” he answered quickly, “how you just came in front of me. I want to have sex with you right here.”

“Okay,” Y/n answered, leaning back. “Take off your clothes then.”

He stripped so fast and was naked in seconds. Y/n couldn’t take her eyes off his cock that was standing proud and ready.

Kiyoomi reached for his jeans, fishing out a condom. He swiftly and smoothly slid it on and looked at Y/n, as if waiting for her permission.

Y/n was nibbling nervously at her lower lip, “I haven’t had sex in a long time but I’m ready whenever you are.”

He touched her pussy, feeling her wetness from moments ago. His eyes drop to her breasts, which he has neglected. Kiyoomi reached with both palms and fondled her breast.

A soft moan escapes her lips and Kiyoomi dips to take a perky rosy nipple into his mouth. He suckles and nips before switching to show the other side the same attention.

“The other day when you wore a low-cut shirt… it took everything in me to not push you against the fridge and suck your tits.” Kiyoomi leans forward and kisses Y/n, “let’s take it slow and easy?”

“Okay,” Y/n nodded and tensed when she felt the intrusion of his cock. She felt him pause and she exhaled, relaxing her body, slowly feeling more of him until he was fully inside her.

For a moment they savor the feeling of just being one. Kiyoomi’s body loomed over hers as her body curved against his leather couch.

“God, this feels good, so good…” he murmurs. His head drops against her shoulder. “Can I move now?”

“Yes, yes Kiyoomi.”

Hooking his arms around her body, he began thrusting his hips. His hips began moving faster by the second when he got the rhythm down. He felt Y/n’s nail dig into his shoulder blades and that encouraged him.

“Yes! Yes!” Y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, wrapping him closer.

His thrusts were becoming so deep that it was shifting his couch, scooting back with each thrust. He unwound his arms from around her and grip the back of his couch while continuing to thrust into her. His Y/n.

Now that he had a taste of a real pussy, there was no going back.

“So good… fuck… so good,” he cooed repeatedly, pounding into her heavenly pussy. “Best pussy ever…”

Y/n looked up into his eyes, a smirk on her lips, “but it’s the only real pussy you’ve had so far?”

Kiyoomi mirrored her smirk before his left hand snaked into her ruffled hair. He gripped the roots of her hair and growled, “the only one I want.”

The smirk on her lips disappeared and he smashed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss.

.

Y/n couldn’t believe the stamina that this man had. However, given that he played professional volleyball for a living, it made sense that his endurance was exceptional.

Even with sex.

He wanted more and more.

They fucked on many surfaces, the coffee table, against his glass window, on his kitchen island…

“E – enough…” Y/n pleaded, her arms trembling as her grip around his neck was slipping from their body sweat. He currently is carrying her, his strong arms supporting her from underneath her knees, making her spread wide and at his mercy, as he bounced her on his cock while standing.

They have used condoms littered all over his place. She didn’t know where he was pulling these condoms from, like had a magic bag full of them somewhere near.

Without withdrawing, Kiyoomi walked over to his kitchen counter and set Y/n at the edge. Slowly, he pulled out and his soft cock slipped out. The tip of the condom was full of milky white cum.

That was the last condom he had.

His breath finally calmed as he gently pushed Y/n’s head back to stare down at her. “Sorry… I got… carried away.”

Her lips curve upward into a tired smile, her eyes barely open. “Yes… you did.” She gently smacked his arm, “can’t believe you were carrying me with your injured arm.”

Kiyoomi shrugged his shoulder and looked at his cast, “it didn’t hurt.”

They laughed in sync before Kiyoomi pressed his forehead against hers. “Do… do you want to spend the night in my bed? With… me?” his voice was full of anxiety, waiting for her answer.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.” . . .

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Jesse's Girl

Jesse Vi x Fem!Reader

Your boyfriend gets his first rut with you the day after you two have sex for the first time. He wakes up the next day and finds you in his kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts and a little apron while making breakfast for the two of you. However, he doesn't want eggs and bacon for breakfast...

Contains: pregnancy risk, oral sex, breeding kink, cum inflation, knotting, overstimulation, gagging (weed?)

The night before had been a beautiful night for the two of you. Your first time together. Jesse wanted you guys to take things slow at first, so you did. You had no problem with it and had agreed it was a good idea, especially considering you didn't want to have your face plastered everywhere online. You wanted him to be sure about his feelings for you before things got too serious. He was known for being quiet a playboy, so this was new for him.

Now 6 months later, you two were regularly hanging out and had a lot of steamy make-out sessions... okay maybe a couple hand jobs or fingerings, but nothing too crazy! You both agreed it was time to take it to the next level, so he went all out for you as a surprise for your 6 month anniversary. Rose petals, candles, a homecooked dinner, wine/weed, flavored condoms, he really went all out. He even sang you his newest love song that he wrote just for the two of you. It's your new favorite song.

Now you were standing in the kitchen, humming while swaying to the beat of the song as you cooked up breakfast for the two of you. It was the least you could do after he gave you such an amazing night together. You were getting wet just thinking about how he made you feel last night. The way he ate you out and fingered you until you were squirming and grinding against his face was still fresh in your mind. You had to beg for him to fuck you after 3 orgasms and since you were nice an lubed up, he had happily complied. He came so much he had completely filled the tight cherry flavored condom he had put on. You wished it was inside you instead, but you weren't on birth control and knew it wouldn't be good for his reputation. You could dream tho.

The heavenly scent of freshly cooked bacon filled the penthouse, causing your boyfriend to slowly start to wake up. He lazily reaches for you in bed, but pouts when he couldn't feel you next to him. He blinked slowly as he propped himself up and sniffed the air. His pout was quickly replaced by a sleepy smile as he slowly got out of bed. He thought you were so sweet. Sneaking out of bed to make him breakfast for when he woke up. It smelt like he had good timing.

He yawned as he walked towards the bedroom door after slipping on some boxers, leaning against it as he took another deep inhale through his nose so he could smell your cooking. However, this time he didn't just get the smell of bacon... there was something else... something familiar... something that made him feel hot...

As he made his way down the hallway, he kept sniffing the air, unable to get enough of the delightful scent that kept getting stronger with each step. He noticed himself struggling to keep himself together as he got to the kitchen, seeing your beautiful frame by the stove pulling out the last of the bacon out of the frying pan and putting it to the side as you turned around, a huge smile on your face. He looked you up and down and saw that all you were wearing was one of his silly t-shirts and an apron that cinched your waist in the most delicious way. The scent was coming from you... and he felt rut just hit him like a freight train.

"Hey baby, I was about to make you some eggs. How do you like them?" You said cheerfully, just happy that your handsome boyfriend was awake. You turned back towards the stove without really looking at his hungry expression, humming the tune of his song while swaying your hips. His eyes narrowed as he approached you, growling under his breath. When you were within arms reach, he grabs your hips and pulls you back into his bulge.

"I love them scrambled... I hope you do too..." He moans in your ear as he snakes one arm around your waist as he turns off the stove with the other before snaking that one around your waist as well. He kisses your neck while he grinds his hard-on against your soft ass, letting out soft growls at the same time.

"W-what's going on with you?" You manage to stutter out before he licks the side of your neck, earning a moan from you. He holds your face with one hand as he turns your head, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You gently start to grind back against him while you feel the back of the shirt you're wearing start to ride up.

"Fuuuuck, don't do that, pretty lady. I already can't control myself as it is..." He growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you notice his arms around your are growing and getting really, really hairy. Oh God. You'd never seen him transformed in person before. You had seen pictures of him on stage during his 'Full Moon' concerts, but it was nothing compared to having him transform with you in his arms, his hulking, fury body surrounding you as you melted into his warm fur.

Almost as if Jesse read your mind, he grabbed you by the waist and brought you back to the bedroom. He tossed you on the large bed without warning and ripped off his boxers that were basically ruined anyways. Now you could see his massive knotted cock, twitching as it was already starting to leak pre-cum.

You pout when he moves back,but as he stands up you'releft in aw. No wonder he had 10' tall ceilings. When he's transformed he's over 7'. His long, thick black fur covers his muscular frame, beautiful like his usual long braid. His golden brown eyes stared down at you and almost seemed to glow.

He gives you a devious and hungry grin as you turn around to face him. He reaches around you and places a hand on the small of your back as he uses his other hand to rub your poor needy pussy, lightly teasing your entrance with his claws as his fingers rubbed against your sensitive clit. You moan out as you start up at him, getting even more wet just looking at him. Your eyes traveled down his body and landed on the boxers that were barely holding onto his waist now, his bulge straining against the thin fabric. He smelt so good. You wanted him to fuck you so badly.

'Holy fuck.' You subconsciously bite your lip, unable to stop yourself from staring as he crawls onto the bed, holding himself over you. As you get a look at his furry face up close, he looked a lot less intimidating and a lot more desperate. He pants in your face as his tongue hangs out, dripping drool onto his shirt that's covering your chest

"Take it off or I rip it off." He growls lowly, his eyebrows twisting in irritation that clothes exist, before his eyes soften with need. "I need you." He whispers as you snapped out of your daze and quickly removed the apron and the shirt, throwing it off to be found at a later date. He groans as he watched your every move with a hungry look, his dick twitching and leaking precum all over the bed. You looked so sexy squirming under him and taking your clothes off.

"Take me then, big boy." You purred once you were naked, your face red as you stared up at him and spread your legs.

That's it. You've done it now.

He growls as he suddenly shoves his tongue down your throat. You gag in response before moaning softly. His tongue leaves your lips as soon as it entered, leaving you breathless as his tongue begins to travel down your body. He laps at your skin, groaning and whimpering as he can still taste your sweat from when you two had sex last night. Your taste was addicting to him.

He travels from your neck, to your chest, before landing on one of your nipples. He licks and nibbles to his hearts content, reveling in your moans while one of his hands reach down to rub your clit. He presses one of his fingers down on your clit and gently rubs it, smiling as he watches you buck against him. He switches to your other nipple and gives it the same treatment as he rubs your clit in circles, teasing it with his claws before pulling his hand away. He starts to run his tongue down your body again, moving directly to your pussy as he grinds his cock against the bed.

You shiver between moans, the cold air on your wet nipples coupled with Jesse's warm tongue sending goosebumps throughout your body. You watch as his tongue reaches your pussy, lapping at your clit like a madman. You moan softly, biting down on your bottom lip to try and stiffle your moans.

He gives you a bit of a glare as he moves his tongue down to your pussy entrance, teasing you for just a moment before pushing his tongue inside. He starts off moving his tongue slowly, but quickly builds up the pace as he watches your every move. You looked so hot squirming because of him, your face twisting in pleasure as he made you feel better than anyone else has before. He wanted to treat you right. His mate. His aching cock rubbed against the bed, earning deep guttural groaning from him as he ate you out like it was his last meal on death row. If you suffocated him with your thighs at that moment, he would die a happy man.

You were lost in your own little world, however, unable to concentrate on anything other than the knot building in your stomach. His tongue kept hitting your g-spot, punishing it with it's pace as his nose rubbed against your clit. Your moans filled the room, getting louder as you got closer and closer to cumming. He grips your hips with his strong, clawed hands to keep you in place, leaving scratches behind.

You finally let out a loud moan that was nearly a scream, your pussy clamping down on his tongue. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he didn't stop, forcing you to ride out your orgasm first before pulling away. His mouth dripped with a combination of your juices and his spit. He crawls over you, jerking his aching cock as his pre-cum drips onto your pussy.

"Fuck you taste so good. I'd keep going, but I really need you right now... please... only you can help me..." He pleads, panting desperately as he rubs the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit, waiting for your response before diving into you. You moan as you stare up at him, panting yourself as you nod with a tired smile.

"Please use me." You say breathlessly. His eyes go wide before narrowing, growling as he grins and lines up his cock with your pussy. As you get a good look at him, the main part of his dick should just barely fit without any issues. However, you're unsure how that massive knot is gonna fit, but you can't wait to find out.

He slowly eases his cock inside you, making the both of you moan. His eyes close for a moment before opening again. As you look up at him, you notice his eyes look different, like an animal took over. Your body shook in anticipation as your pussy stretched around his cock.

Once you feel his knot press against your entrance, it was like all your boyfriend wanted was to pound you into the mattress. He wasted no time in pummeling his dick into your poor, sensitive hole. You weren't complaining, though. In fact, your hand reached down and started to rub your clit as his balls slapped your ass with every thrust.

He replaced your hand on your clit with his, making you moan louder as his cock aimed for your g-spot st the same time. You panted as you moaned, bucking yourself into him as the other hand held your hips in place for him. Your moans were beautiful, like music to his ears. He made you feel like that, and he wants you to let out your beautiful symphony all for him.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum." You manage to squeak out as he ran his tongue over your body before stopping at your neck. You just tasted so good. Your body trembled as each thrust threatened to send you over the edge, especially when you felt his knot trying to push inside of you as well.

"Fuck yeah baby... I'm close too... I want you to cum on my knot... please..." He moans in your ear, lapping at your neck as his thrusts speed up before suddenly crashing his hips into yours. He bites your neck without thinking, marking you as his mate. His knot suddenly slides in with a slick pop feeling and the added pressure sends you over the edge, tears filling your eyes as your back arches and cum fills your pussy. You let out a screaming moan as your sensitive pussy convulsed around his cock like you were trying to milk it. Both of your bodies tense and twitch as he gently grinds his hips against yours, letting you both ride out your orgasms. You feel his hot cum filling you completely, his knot stopping any of it from dripping out.

He only stops grinding against you to change positions. He holds you close as he moves to lay back on his bed with you still on his dick due to his knot. You enjoy the warmth of his fur against your body for a moment before you feel him start to grind up against you pussy again. He holds your chin and makes you look up at him as he looks at you with need and adoration.

"Hey baby, don't think we're done yet. I need my mate to help me with my rut. You can do that, can't you? Fuck, you feel so fucking good..." He praises while reaching down to rub your sensitive clit again, earning a pathetic little moan from you. Seeing you with his mark on your neck was driving him crazy.

"You're the only one that can help me babe. You took me so good. Please help me... I'll make you feel even better... just don't make me stop..." He pleads as he keeps grinding his swollen knot inside you, every curve of his cock hitting everything inside you perfectly.

How could you so no to an offer like that?