#he will wiggle wiggle wiggle my wiggly tonight

[theconfusitory]

i don’t know if you take art requests but if you do I would LOVE more about the wiggly was river’s webby au oh my god

YES!!! i swear there were gonna be a lot more drawings, but i got super busy </3

theyre so silly <33

[ms-snape]

Severus goes to put his daughter to sleep and falls asleep with her in her nursery. Reader find them there. Just fluff. Thank you. I love your blog !!! 💗

Title: Little Dragon

Warning: None, just fluff

Words Count: 1800+

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The moon hung high in the ink-blue sky, casting a gentle glow that filtered through the lace curtains of Hope's nursery. The room was a delicate sanctuary, adorned with soft pastels and whimsical patterns. Tiny stars painted on the walls twinkled in the dim light, creating a magical atmosphere for the little girl who was about to embark on her nightly ritual of sleep.

Hope, a cherubic bundle of energy, was anything but ready to settle down. At just one year old and few months, she was a whirlwind of giggles and wiggly limbs, her small face framed by soft tufts of dark hair that bore the faintest resemblance to her mother, Y/n. Yet, it was her eyes—deep, captivating pools of onyx that mirrored Severus’s own—that held a certain enchantment. They sparkled with mischief and curiosity, reflecting a spirit that was vibrant and uncontainable.

Severus Snape stood in the nursery, his usually stoic demeanor softened by the gentle presence of his daughter. The quiet moments they shared often revealed a side of him that few ever witnessed—one filled with warmth and an unwavering devotion that pulsed through his veins. This evening was no exception as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Hope bounce in her crib like a spring lamb.

“Hope,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet it was barely audible above her delighted squeals. “It’s time for bed.”

The little girl giggled in response, her tiny hands reaching out toward him, as if the very idea of sleep was a distant concept, utterly unappealing. She had just discovered the joy of standing, and tonight, she was determined to showcase her new skill. With surprising strength for her age, she pulled herself upright, her legs wobbling beneath her as she clutched the bars of her crib like a seasoned explorer claiming a new territory.

Severus sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation dancing in his chest. “You’re supposed to be sleeping, not practicing your acrobatics.”

With a defiant laugh, Hope wobbled closer to the edge of her crib, her giggles ringing like tiny bells, echoing against the walls of the nursery. She was a beautiful chaos, her energy radiating warmth throughout the small room.

“Come on, my little firecracker,” he urged gently, stepping closer. The scent of baby powder and a hint of lavender wafted through the air, wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. “Let’s settle down for the night, shall we?”

But Hope was having none of it. She took a daring step back, her eyes alight with mischief, as she plopped down on her bottom, then rolled over, wiggling her tiny body as she crawled to the far end of the crib. The soft giggles continued, a joyful symphony that filled the room with life.

“Hope,” he said again, though this time his tone was softer, coaxing. “If you don’t go to sleep, how will you have the energy for tomorrow’s adventures?”

She paused, glancing up at him with an expression that was a mixture of delight and rebellion. Severus couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with affection. He took a seat on the edge of her crib, feeling the coolness of the wooden slats beneath his fingers as he gazed down at her.

“Do you remember the story of the little dragon who wouldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

Hope blinked up at him, her head cocked to the side, clearly intrigued by the notion of a dragon. The twinkle in her eyes danced as she listened, her tiny fingers grasping the soft blanket draped over her crib.

“Every night, the little dragon would flutter about, thinking of all the exciting things she could do instead of sleeping,” he continued, weaving the tale. “But soon, she found herself too tired to breathe fire, and her wings felt heavy, and she discovered that dreams were the greatest adventures of all.”

With rapt attention, Hope settled down a little, her brow furrowing as if she was contemplating his words. Severus smirked at her response, encouraged that the story might finally be lulling her into submission. He continued, embellishing the tale with details about the dragon’s adventures, her friends in the clouds, and the wonderful dreams that awaited her.

Yet, the moment he thought he was winning, Hope suddenly erupted into another fit of giggles, clapping her hands and bouncing in her crib, clearly unfazed by his storytelling efforts. Severus chuckled, knowing full well that he had been bested by a mere infant, a feat that felt both maddening and utterly delightful.

“Alright, little one,” he relented, running a hand through his dark hair, the strands falling into his eyes as he contemplated his next move. “How about this? If you promise to try and sleep, I’ll sit with you until you do.”

Hope’s wide eyes glimmered with excitement, and she nodded fervently, her tiny curls bouncing with each enthusiastic gesture. Severus couldn’t resist the infectious joy she radiated, and with a resigned smile, he settled back into the cushy armchair that sat in the corner of the room, a sanctuary amidst the sea of toys and baby paraphernalia.

As he leaned back, he watched her with admiration, the way her little fingers curled around the blanket, her face lit with pure innocence and determination. She was a perfect blend of both him and Y/n, an embodiment of their love.

Minutes ticked by slowly as he remained in the quiet sanctuary of her nursery, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the space. Hope, however, was not keen on surrendering to the gentle embrace of sleep. She continued to wiggle and squirm, her energy unwavering as she plucked at the edges of her blanket, occasionally glancing up at Severus with wide, expectant eyes.

“Alright, Miss Snape,” he murmured, adopting a playful tone. “Let’s count the stars, shall we?”

He began counting softly, and much to his surprise, she joined in, her own tiny voice babbling along, albeit more like an enthusiastic rendition of nonsense than a proper counting session. The laughter bubbled forth between them, a sweet connection formed in the heart of the night, weaving an unbreakable bond between father and daughter.

“Let’s try that again,” he chuckled, pretending to be serious as he continued the count, only to be interrupted by Hope’s antics once more. She reached out to grab his finger, her tiny hand gripping it tightly as if he was a lifeline in a world that was far too vast and overwhelming for such a little creature.

“Alright, alright,” Severus conceded, allowing her to pull him closer, his heart swelling with warmth as she leaned against his leg, her head tilting back to gaze at him with those irresistible eyes. “I will stay right here.”

And just like that, in the midst of their playful banter, the energy in the room began to shift. Severus felt the soft weight of Hope leaning against him, her eyelids growing heavy as she clutched his hand like a lifeline.

“See? Even the little dragon needs her rest,” he whispered, glancing down to find her eyes beginning to flutter, battling the impending tide of sleep. The light in the room dimmed slightly as the moonlight cast a silver glow across her delicate features, highlighting her cherubic cheeks and the way her lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

With a soft sigh, Hope nestled against him, her small frame curling into a peaceful ball as she finally surrendered to the allure of slumber. Severus watched in awe, his heart swelling with a warmth he had never known.

He carefully shifted, cradling her against his chest, feeling her tiny heartbeat against him, a gentle rhythm that seemed to pulse in sync with his own. The room fell into a tranquil hush, a symphony of soft breaths and the occasional creak of the house settling around them.

As he sat there, enveloped in the cocoon of night, Severus couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift to Y/n. He could already picture her reaction upon finding them in this peaceful tableau. She would likely smile, her heart warmed by the sight of her two favorite people intertwined in such an innocent moment of love and serenity.

But even in his daydreaming, the fatigue from the long hours of the day began to wash over him. His eyelids grew heavy, the rhythmic sound of Hope’s breathing lulling him into a comfortable haze.

With one last glance at the peaceful nursery, Severus allowed himself to close his eyes, resting his head back against the plush fabric of the chair. The softness of the moment enveloped him, a sensation that was rare yet deeply cherished.

Unbeknownst to him, the door creaked open quietly, and Y/n stepped into the room, her heart swelling at the sight before her. There, in the soft glow of the nursery, was Severus, his expression softened in the quietude of sleep, with Hope nestled safely in his arms.

The sight was utterly enchanting. Hope’s little body, peaceful and content, was nestled against Severus’s chest, her small hand curled around his finger. Y/n felt an overwhelming rush of love at the sight, a beautiful portrait of fatherhood that captured everything she adored about Severus—his fierce love, the tenderness that often lay beneath his stoic facade, and his unyielding devotion to their daughter.

Y/n stepped further into the room, the soft creaking of the floorboards barely a whisper. She approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. But as she reached the chair, she couldn’t resist the urge to run her fingers gently through Hope’s soft hair, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, the two most important people in her life.

“Look at you two,” she whispered, her heart swelling as she took in the scene. “Such a perfect pair.”

In that moment, she understood the beauty of what they had built together—a family rooted in love, laughter, and sometimes, the sweet surrender of sleep. Hope stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but remained nestled against Severus, a soft smile gracing Y/n’s features.

Gently, Y/n leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Severus’s forehead, feeling a sense of belonging and peace that resonated deep within her.

As she straightened, she couldn’t help but capture the moment in her mind—the serenity, the love, the magic that seemed to permeate the very air they breathed. She turned to leave, letting them rest, but as she reached the door, she cast one last glance back at the sight before her.

“Sweet dreams, my loves,” she murmured, her heart full, as she quietly stepped out of the nursery, leaving Severus and Hope wrapped in the warmth of their dreams.

The moon continued to shine brightly outside, casting a gentle glow over the world, while inside the nursery, a soft lullaby of love enveloped the room, creating a sacred space where dreams took flight, cradled in the arms of a devoted father and his beautiful daughter.

[cafemilk-tea]

Birthday Boy

❒ pairing : evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count : 6.4K

❒ synopsis : “One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger to loosen it, her voice slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

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Evelyn pressed the button on her home system to allow Nari up into the apartment, running around and making sure the animals had everything they needed for an overnight stay with her bestie. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over to check on Bleu first, smiling when she saw the kitty snuggled down into the blanket inside of the carrier fast asleep. Winnie was laid off on the side, chewing on her rubber ball making it squeak obnoxiously with each bite down.

“Hey there hot stuff,” Nari whistled as she walked in, closing the front door behind her, toeing her shoes off before walking further into the apartment, “Looking like a hot mama.”

“Do I look okay?” Evelyn hadn’t turned around yet, rummaging around to make sure both of the animals had plenty of stuff while they were away for the night. Maybe she was overpacking for them, but having more than you need is better than not having enough. “I couldn’t decide for the longest time and just went with this.” She turned on her heels and looked at Nari, her eyes practically falling out of her head when she noticed another person in her apartment.

“Surprise!” Nari wiggled her fingers, stepping aside and showing off the other person fully. After a few years living abroad in London, Minji was finally back in Korea after so long.

“Look at you,” Minji gushed as Evelyn practically sprinted into her open arms, giggling as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl. It was a few minutes later before Evelyn had pulled away and looked between her two former group mates.

“Wha-..How-...” Evelyn couldn’t even form words as she covered her mouth with her hand. By this time, Winnie had actually registered another person in the apartment and abandoned her ball, barking and jumping at Minji’s feet. Nari to the rescue picked the wiggly puppy up and gave her kisses to her head, scratching behind her ears.

“I came back to visit my parents and of course to see you girls again. Nari picked me up at the airport yesterday!” Minji nodded her head, taking a seat down at the kitchen island.

Evelyn pouted her lips slightly as she looked between her two former group mates, fanning her eyes with her hands quickly, “I wish I knew we could’ve-.” But she was cut off by both women waving their hands and murmurs of refusal between them.

“Oh none of that,” Minji smiled at Evelyn as she leaned back against the island, “And besides, I’m here for a few weeks so we have plenty of time to hang out. And from what I’ve heard from Nari over here, today is your man’s birthday, so who am I to keep you from him.”

“All I’m saying is-,” Nari cuts in as she crossed her legs sitting next to Minji at the kitchen island, “I know it’s his birthday but he better fuck you so good tonight with how hot you look.”

Evelyn blushed furiously at Nari’s sudden comment, Minji giggling in her seat as she covered her face with her hand.

“Don’t encourage her,” Evelyn pointed a finger at the giggling woman before tossing Winnie’s leash in Nari’s direction. At that, her phone pinged and when she noticed who the text was from, she turned quickly on her heels and waved her phone around jokingly, “Oh my god look at the time, you two must be going now please.”

Nari wiggled her eyebrows before hopping off of the stool and clicked on Winnie’s leash, Evelyn in the process had bent down and gave the puppy a kiss on her head, booping her nose gently. She then moved over to Bleu’s carrier, unzipping the front flap and scratching the kitty behind her ears, heart melting slightly at the purring as she zipped the flap back up.

“Winnie, your mother is going to pound town later, send her your condolences now,” Nari hooked the handle of the leash around her wrist before grabbing the bag of food and toys, while Minji helped out and took care of the cat carrier.

“Yah, don’t corrupt my children like that,” Evelyn shot Nari a playful glare, “You don’t know, maybe we won’t and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah okay,” Nari winked and gave her an okay symbol with her hand and a wink, leading the way out of the apartment. Minji gave Evelyn another hug and promised her that they would hang out while she was still in town before following Nari out, and right before the door closed shut behind them, Nari poked her head back in, “And wear protection children. I’m too young to be an auntie already.”

“Out!”

Evelyn was running around like a mad man, changing her earrings for the third time and applying a different shade of lipstick before she heard the familiar jingle of her home system for the second time that evening. Looking at the monitor, she smiled to herself seeing Mingyu dressed nicely in the camera, pressing the button and waiting patiently by the door for his familiar tune of knocks.

A few moments had passed by before three knocks sounded at the door and Evelyn felt that jittery feeling in her bones when she opened the door.

“Excuse me Miss, do you know if an extremely gorgeous girl lives here? She’s about this tall,” Mingyu gestured with his hand before looking down at his non-existent watch, glancing up at her with a smirk, “I’ve come to retrieve her for our dinner date.”

“Hmm, she doesn’t sound familiar but I’ll let you know if I see her,” She giggles as she steps backwards and allows him into her apartment, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a hug when he closes the door behind him. He reciprocated the action, his arms hugging her tight to his body with a hum.

“Happy birthday my love,” She lifted her head up, her eyes finding his as she pressed a kiss to his lips, her heels giving her a few extra inches. Mingyu hummed into the kiss as he pecked her lips a few more times.

“Mm thank you baby,” He leaned back and let his arms trail down her sides, his eyes traveling down her figure slowly. The velvety red dress she was wearing complimented her body tremendously and the pair of black heels paired well with the red color.

His hand found hers as he laced their fingers together, “God I feel so underdressed with how beautiful you look.”

“Not at all,” She held his navy tie in between her fingers, fixing the material around his neck, “If anything, you’ve out dressed me.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, her hand falling down his chest.

Mingyu caressed the back of her head as he watched her with so much love and adoration behind his eyes. He fixed the watch on his left hand, eyes widening playfully as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Let’s get out of here before we miss our reservations.”

Mingyu groaned as he threw his head back against the chair he was sitting in, his vision obstructed by the blindfold secured snuggly around his head. After arriving home from their dinner date, Evelyn had sat him down in one of her chairs in her living room, tying one of her scarves around his head while she got his present ready. The anticipation was killing him on what she was even doing, she was being way too quiet.

“Hey baby? You didn’t leave me right?” He picked his head up as he looked blindly around the apartment. The material was thin enough that he could make out objects around the room but just thick enough so he could barely see anything else.

Evelyn walked quietly into the living room, a giggle leaving her mouth as she took a look at Mingyu’s clueless state. She looked down at what she was wearing, biting the inside of her cheek gently before stalking over towards him, setting down the objects she was holding down onto the table next to him.

“Now why would I leave the birthday boy by himself on his birthday? What kind of girlfriend would I be?,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, climbing onto his lap so she could straddle him. Mingyu gasped softly as he instinctively grabbed at her hips to keep her from falling off. Evelyn rubbed at the sides of his head with her thumbs, gently toying with his ears before reaching behind his head and untying the blindfold. It took a few minutes of rapid blinking before Mingyu had regained his vision, looking up to Evelyn now that she was taller than him with curious eyes. That was until his vision went down the length of her body and realized what she was actually wearing.

“God baby…” Mingyu groaned as he took her all in. There she was, perched in his lap and dressed in nothing else but his sheer white detailed shirt that he always wore fastened by just a few buttons and a pair of white lace panties.

“You like?”

“I fucking love it,” He leaned forward and smashed his lips onto hers, grabbing her around her waist. She smirked into the kiss, reaching down and grabbing his arms and moving them off of her. She pulls away with a wicked grin on her lips, moving his arms down so he was holding onto the arms of the chair instead.

“I’m glad you think so,” She sat back in his lap to gaze down at him. There was a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach as only she knew what was to come, “Because that was only one part of your present. All you have to do now is sit there and enjoy yourself for the next part. However-,” She traced a hand down his chest, feeling rather bold and cheeky.

“One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger in to loosen the fabric, her voice only slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

She then leans down to nuzzle at his neck, her lips brushing the skin just below his jaw ever so slightly. Mingyu’s hands tightened against the arms of the chair and his eyebrows pulled tightly together, wanting nothing more than to take her to bed and completely ravish her right then and there.

Mingyu inhaled a sharp breath the second Evelyn started to press kisses up the length of his neck. He swallowed thickly when she had pulled back to grin at him before she mouthed underneath his ear, leaving a soft and teasing kitten lick just behind his lobe.

“What, do you like when I kiss you here?” She smiled into his skin, pressing a kiss on the spot she had just licked, “Or here?,” She proceeded to move down to press a kiss on his jaw. Mingyu lets out a pleasure filled groan as she continues her attack on his neck.

“How cute…my baby seems to be so sensitive everywhere,” She nipped at the skin on his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin. The stylist would get on her case again but this particular moment she could care less.

“You’re killing me baby,” Mingyu groaned as he bit his lower lip, his palms starting to sweat as he held onto the arms of the chair, “Please can I just hold onto you?”

“Ah-ah,” Her thumbs rubbed his cheeks playfully as she pressed a kiss to his nose, “That would ruin the present.”

Pressing a final kiss to his lips, Evelyn crawled off of his lap and sunk down onto the floor to her knees. Her hands made quick work of unbuckling his dress pants and with his help of tilting his hips upwards, she pulled them down so that they sat just past his knees. The bulge in his boxers was more prominent with how much he was turned on. With a teasing hand, she reached forward and cupped his bulge, her thumb teasing the tip through the fabric. Her eyes never left his as he sucked in a sharp breath watching her below him.

“H-Ha..please baby.”

Evelyn responded back with a hum as she felt the wetness from pre-cum soaking through the material of his boxers with her thumb. With a grin painted to her lips, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the boxers down to join his dress pants, dropping a dollop of spit into her palm before grabbing hold of his cock and started to work him up and down while making sure to tease the tip coated in pre-cum. Mingyu choked out a gasp as he tilted his head back against the chair with a thud, blunt nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“Fuck babygirl…” It comes out more like a whine as she continues to jerk her hand up and down his length giving herself ample time to work up enough saliva in her mouth. She loved having him like this. Being an absolute weak puddle in her hands. It was such a nice role reversal that she had been craving for so long.

A mantra of curses poured out of his mouth when she sat up on her knees, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Eyelashes fluttered against her under eyes as she gazed up at him from her spot on the floor, Mingyu subconsciously tilting his hips forward slightly. Evelyn took him further into her mouth, humming around the hardened length sending bolts of pleasure straight to Mingyu’s brain.

She took her time, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head up and down his cock in a good rhythm. Occasionally, she would slowly pull all the way off and suckle at the tip, using her tongue to flick and kitten lick around the head before moving down and dragging her tongue over the thick veins on the underside of his cock.

“Ah- F-Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned as he picked his head up from where he had thrown it back against the chair, his gaze dropping down to watch the show in front of him. His eyes slammed shut as he involuntarily picked his hand up and threaded it through her hair, pushing her back down onto his cock. But just as quickly as he had done that, Evelyn was pulling away from his cock and yanking his hand out of her hair with a stern look, “Breaking the rules already?” She playfully glared at him as her hand slowly jerked him, waiting for him to respond.

Mingyu shook his head back and forth against the chair, clenching his eyes shut and his mouth open to pant, “N-No baby I– just feels so good,” he slurred his words together, bringing one of his hands up to run it through his own hair, grabbing onto the short strands, “Gonna cum if you keep it up like that.”

Evelyn giggled as she rotated her wrist a few times, “Oh yeah? Feels that good, huh?” Bringing her other hand up to fondle with his balls.

Mingyu’s eyes shot open and he swallowed thickly, his abs clenching with desire, “Y-Yes– Soso fucking good babygirl.”

Evelyn licked her lips before she brought her mouth back down to his cock and pressed a feather-like kiss to the tip before she continued down the length, peppering random kisses wherever she deemed was worthy enough. Every so often she would dart her tongue out and lick alongside the veins as if she was licking a lollipop.

“Fuckkk– m’so close baby,” His breathing quickened and dull nails scraped against the leather of the seat, “Wanna cum down your throat– please please baby.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she pressed another kiss to the tip, “Giving order now?”

“Please baby,” He begged her. He was using every bone in his body to keep his composure and hold off his orgasm but she looked so good on her knees in front of him and he would do anything to have her lips wrapped around his cock again.

Evelyn grinned up at him as his cock started to pulse in her hand and she knew he was about to snap any second. She twisted her wrist around a few times before she obliged, leaning forward and dipping her tongue in his slit, gathering up the beads of pre-cum forming. Without any further warning, she shoved a good portion of his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head repeatedly. It was more than she had ever taken before. She breathed heavily through her nose as if silently willing herself to not choke. Her eyes flickered up to Mingyu watching as his head fell back against the chair with a thud and his face was tilted up towards the ceiling, mouth open and pant after pant escaped.

He was losing his mind. Each stroke of Evelyn’s tongue and each suction from her hollowed cheeks sent him overboard. His leg started bouncing from how close he was getting. He opted for digging his nails into his palms to save her leather chair from any further nail marks. His brain was fuzzy and his eyes were on the brink of rolling to the back of his head every time Evelyn sank down and engulfed more of him into her mouth.

“I– I’m gonna cum– shit,” Mingyu dropped his head back down to watch the rest of her taking him. His eyes were half-lidded as he bucked his hips slightly.

The whole sight was such a mess. Strings of saliva were dripping from Evelyn’s mouth down onto his balls and covering her hands as she pumped what little of his cock was left unattended. The vibrations of her moans and the sounds of her gagging were sending him into complete overdrive. With one last suck in from her cheeks, Evelyn forced herself to swallow him entirely, her nose brushing his neatly trimmed hair as she gagged a little more, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She pulled back slowly as she swallowed down the cum, moaning around his cock as she sucked him dry.

“F-Fuck yeah baby,” He practically whined as his jaw went slack, his eyes never leaving Evelyn’s as she welcomed his orgasm, “Such a good fucking girl. Swallowing everything so so pretty.” His entire body buzzed like it was on cloud nine, his head spinning and the dress pants around his knees restricted him from any drastic movements of his legs.

Evelyn pulled off of his cock with a pop, using her thumb she cleaned up the remnants of cum that leaked out of her mouth and pushed it back in to swallow, sucking on the digit as her eyes fluttered up to Mingyu’s. With a dull ache to her legs from how long she had been sitting on them, she used his knees as leverage and pushed herself up off of the floor, climbing back into his lap and straddling his thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their bodies closer together, pressing their lips together in a messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in beautiful harmony and Mingyu couldn’t help but groan as the faint taste of himself lingered in her mouth. Evelyn was the first to pull away, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“How was that?” She asked with her voice sounding a little hoarse, her hands finding their way to the back of his head to play with the little baby hairs at the base of his neck, scratching her nails up into his scalp.

“So fucking good baby, you have no idea,” Mingyu’s blissed our face matched his slurred speech, “You’re such a good girl.” He grinned up at her pouting his lips and asking for another kiss. She obliged and leaned forward, this time the kiss was slow and meaningful. They took their time and explored each other’s mouth a bit more before the pulled apart, Evelyn scooting herself back on his thighs a bit.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Before he had time to process what she had said, Evelyn had tapped two fingers on his mouth, Mingyu immediately following orders as he parts his lips. She gently pressed her two fingers inside instructing him to suck on them. He took his time and swirled his tongue around the digits, coating them nicely in copious amounts of his saliva. Her eyes were locked onto his as he took his time moving her fingers around his mouth, pressing down on his tongue gently at times. She couldn’t help the grin plastered on her lips. She loved everything about this. Loved the control that she has over him in this current moment.

Once she deemed them as well coated, she removed them from his mouth and pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth. Her hand trailed down until she reached her core, sliding her fingers right through her folds, dipping the tips of her fingers into her entrance before sliding the digits over top of her sensitive nub.

She moaned directly into his ear when she managed to get a good rhythm going with rubbing tight circles over top of her clit and giving herself some stimulation, “A-Ah…” She squealed as her free hand gripped the back of the chair behind his head. Mingyu’s mouth dropped open in awe as he watched her bring herself to release above him, eyes flicking between her fingers rubbing her clit and back up to her face twisted in pleasure. He loved watching her come undone whether it be at the wrath of himself or her own fingers. His hands wandered away from the arms of the chair and smoothed up her thighs, but again just as quickly as he did, she sat back in his lap and pulled his arms off, her lust filled gaze staring him down for the second time, “That’s strike two. One more and I’ll finish myself elsewhere.”

“Can’t help it baby- you look so fucking hot right now,” Mingyu swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as Evelyn got back on track, her fingers rubbing herself faster and faster to make up for the lost bit of time. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and she scrunched her eyebrows together as the peak was approaching again.

She let go of the chair and brought her hand up to her chest, grabbing a hold of her left breast through the shirt and tweaking her own nipple, pulling and twisting the bud between her fingers at the same time as she was rubbing her clit. A quiet gasp left her as her toes curled tightly behind her, sparks of pleasure coursed through her body.

Despite the awkward angle, she slipped her two soaked fingers inside of her entrance, letting go of her breast and bringing that hand down to take the place of rubbing her clit, “Ngh– Gyuuu,” she whined as she threw her head back. Working up the strength, she managed to pull her right leg forward and place her foot onto the arm of the chair beside Mingyu’s arm, giving her room to spread her legs and let him have a nice view of her.

He was completely mesmerized by her, the loud squelching filling not only his ears but his cock as well. Her fingers were coated in her wetness and with each thrust in and out, the slim digits were only getting wetter and wetter. He dug his fingernails into his palms again to ground himself.

Evelyn gasped as she squeezed around her own fingers, her body practically doubling over as she circled her clit faster. Her mouth fell open and squeals of pleasure fell out as she clamped her eyes shut, leaning so much forward that her forehead landed on Mingyu’s shoulder. He could tell she was getting close to the edge and decided to give her a hand at getting herself there.

“Feel good baby?” He couldn’t see her face but he could hear her heavy panting against his shoulder and the loud squelching coming from her entrance so he could only imagine.

Evelyn nodded against his shoulder, “F-Feels so g-good Gyu,” Her rhythm was getting sloppier by the minute and she was ready to burst at any moment. She was starting to see stars and her mind was going blank.

“C’mon make yourself feel good,” She was close enough to him that he could turn his head and press a kiss to the side of her head, “Make yourself cum,” and that’s all it took for her to bite her bottom lip as she moaned against his shoulder, her walls squeezing around her fingers as she orgasmed around them. Her fingers slipped out of her entrance with ease and she brought both of her hands up to grope her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers for some added stimulation.

“That was so hot baby,” Mingyu murmured into her hair, talking her through her high. He didn’t know if this counted as touching her but she was either too far gone or just didn’t seem to mind so he kept pressing kisses to her head and nuzzling his face into her neck, “Wanna touch you,” he mumbled and his lips formed a pout when she leaned back, moving her leg down to straddle him again.

She shook her head with a lazy smile, eyes heavy, “M’not finished with you yet.” She reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube and condom packet.

Holding the corner of the packet by her teeth, she ripped the packet cleanly and took out the condom, rolling the rubber down his already hardening length. Mingyu groaned when she made quick work pouring a glob of lube into her palm, stroking his cock to coat it evenly.

Taking hold of his length, she rubs the tip back and forth against her clit causing them both to moan one after another. She proceeded to line it up with her entrance and sink down onto his throbbing cock slowly, her eyebrows pulled together at the stretch. Her hand’s fly to his biceps as she sinks down until she’s flush with his hips, a small gasp falling from her lips as she adjusted to get used to his size.

Mingyu groaned as her walls squeezed tightly around him. His eyes were drawn down to where they were connected, smiling up at her, “Always take me so well hm? Such a good girl.”

Evelyn’s face flushed a slight shade of pink at the praise, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers as she started to rock her hips back and forth. She couldn’t take it anymore with him moving inside of her and she moaned against his lips as they broke away. Her nails dug into his biceps when she lifted her hips and started to bounce herself up and down, “A-Ah– Gyu.”

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned right along with her, his head falling back against the chair to watch her with hooded eyes.

She was a hot mess of whines and slurred cries as she continued to bounce in his lap. It was getting harder and harder for her to maintain this dominant act over him and she was readying herself to cave at any moment. She brought their faces together and smashed their lips together in a messy kiss, pulling back so she could pant against his mouth. Her thighs burned deliciously with how long she had been riding him for and each drop down made her body shudder violently with how close she was to her peak.

“I-I’m getting close-,” But just as she speaks, her sentence is quickly interrupted as she cries out a loud moan. The tight coil in her stomach was ready to snap any second and she wanted to cum so bad. The room was quiet and there was nothing but exasperated moans lingering between the two of them, Mingyu was busy fighting every bone in his body to keep his promise and follow the rules, hands pressed securely to the leather arms of the chair.

“Mhm,” Evelyn hummed softly, her head tipping backwards as she rocked her hips back and forth, bracing herself against his shoulders as she rode him, this being the perfect angle for him to reach deep inside of her.

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned in the back of his throat, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes flicked back and forth completely mesmerized from where the two of them were joined and up to Evelyn’s face contorted in pleasure, “Feels so good like this baby- look so fucking good.”

Evelyn’s nails dug into his shoulders as she continued to bounce on his cock despite her burning thighs, “Gyu-,” She practically whined, lolling her head forward to look down at him. The muscles in her thighs felt like they were on fire causing her bounces to become sloppy and uncoordinated, the steady rhythm she had fading away. As much as she didn’t want to throw in the towel on being the dominant one tonight, she couldn’t go on for much longer, “I-I…”

“Talk to me baby,” His eyes scanned every inch of her face looking for any signs of discomfort.

“I-I can’t go anymore,” She confesses as she squeals out another moan, her sharp nails falling from his shoulders and onto his biceps, “Please ...please help me.” At her words, Mingyu’s hands flew to her hips and helped her reach her orgasm. He had been waiting for this moment all night long. He rocked his hips upwards as he aided her in bouncing on his cock. Her vision clouded over with stars as she rode out her orgasm, gripping Mingyu’s messed up dress shirt which was a miracle that he even still managed to keep it on. She collapsed against his body, her own tingling with pleasure and oversensitivity, “Your turn. Touch me all you want.”

Once in the bedroom, Mingyu had Evelyn laid out in the middle of her bed, his thumb swiping over the opening of the lace panties, dragging his middle finger through her folds and rubbing gently at the still sensitive nub, “Crotchless panties hmm? Must’ve riled me up so good to not notice these earlier.”

Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek as she nodded against the bed lazily, huffing out a soft sound of pleasure as he moved his thumb down to tease her clit, “Mhm, wanted to be pretty ‘n wanted to wear them for you.”

“You’re always pretty to me,” Mingyu unbuttoned his dress shirt with what little buttons were still hooked together and dropped the garment onto the floor; his dress pants and boxers long forgotten in the living room. He climbed on top of Evelyn, caging her between his arms, pressing kisses to her lips as he spoke each word, “You’re gorgeous — kiss — beautiful — kiss —sexy,” he began pressing kisses down the column of her neck, down her collarbone, all the way until he reached the valley of her breasts. She only had the top button of his white cover shirt buttoned so it was easy access for him to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck while his hand came up and pinched the other, rolling the bud between his fingers.

Evelyn threw her head back against the bed as she threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged at the short locks, “Ah– Mmm,” she was beginning to realize that not only was the no touch rule torture for him, but for her as well. She always craved his touch, especially in moments like these.

Mingyu leaned back on his heels, reaching into the drawer and pulling out another condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped the rubber out and onto his cock, giving himself a few jerks of his wrist. He looked around the room before it had dawned on him that the lube was still sitting in the living room, “Baby, I’ll be right back–,” he started but Evelyn cut him off when she used her foot to hook behind his back.

“I’m good enough still,” She nodded her head as she lifted her arms above her head, “Just– Inside please.”

A grin formed on Mingyu’s lips as he leaned forward, guiding himself down to her entrance. His tip barely poked in before he glanced up at her, “You sure?” With a nod of her head, he slipped the head of his cock in, bracing himself on either side of her head with his forearms and rocked his hips forward in one quick thrust.

Evelyn moaned out loud as she dropped her arms down around his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Mingyu pulled out before thrusting back in, his jaw clenched tight as her gummy walls squeezed his cock like a vice grip.

“Fuck yeah baby,” He leaned back and hooked the back of her knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning forward again so she was practically folded in half. This new angle caused him to slip inside deeper and the two of them moaning in sync. The speed of his hips picked up as he slammed into her, hitting one spot in particular over and over again.

“Oh fuck,” Evelyn turned her head to the side as she whined, bringing one of her hands up to her face to bite on her index finger while her other hand securely dug her nails into his shoulder. Mingyu continued to pound into her from the angle, biting his bottom lip and groaning in the process.

Evelyn unlocked her ankles from behind his back and tapped Mingyu’s side with her foot to gain his attention, causing him to pause his thrusts, drop her legs and lean back to look down at her in concern that something was wrong, “Are you okay? Is it hurting?” She shook her head as her eyes scanned around his face, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering both of their bodies.

“I just wanna turn over,” She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Yeah– Yeah baby,” He pants out as he helps her flip over onto her stomach, waiting patiently like an eager puppy until she adjusts herself comfortably, crawling up the mattress a little on her hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it underneath of her hips to make this position a little more comfortable for her to be in.

With a quick swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, he rested one palm of his hand around her waist and the other made a swipe through her folds before pressing into her again in one quick motion, plunging inside of her tight entrance once more. Evelyn gripped the duvet cover between her fingers as she dropped her head to moan into the sheets.

“So g-good,” Evelyn slurred as she dropped down onto her forearms. She arched her back so she could meet Mingyu’s thrusts, mantras of whines and moans echoing into the room, “I love you Gyu.”

“I love you too baby,” Mingyu rubbed at her sides with his hands, leaning forward and capturing their lips together as his thrusts slowed up just a bit. Evelyn pulled away so she could drop her head, he peak reaching closer and closer.

“F-Fuck-,” Mingyu sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, leaning back and tilting his chin to look down at where the two of them were connected and he groaned out loud at the visual of the creamy white ring of cum that was collecting at the base of his cock.

With his fingers rubbing hard and fast on her clit and his cock pummeling forwards into her, “I’m- I’m cumming,” Evelyn squealed out a loud moan as a gush of liquid soaked the bed sheets below in a decent size puddle, the slight force nudging Mingyu’s cock out slightly. Her toes curled inwards as her thighs quivered from the third orgasm of the night.

“Ha Fuck–,” He drawled out his moan as his open hand found her hip and held on tightly, speeding up his thrusts as his climax was reaching closer and closer, “M’almost there baby,” It was only a few more jolts of his hips later that Mingyu was yanking himself out of her, ripping the condom off and tossing it to the side before jerking himself to his release, spurts of cum landing in various spots on Evelyn’s back and his shirt, some going as far to drip down the curve of her ass.

Evelyn’s arms finally gave way as her chest fell forward onto the bed, her ass end still being stuck in the air. Her eyes fluttered closed as the overwhelmingness and oversensitivity from her intense orgasm started to fully sink in. She could honestly fall asleep in this position with how spent her body was. Her eyes lazily popped open when a gentle hand pushed up his shirt a little and rubbed at the skin on her back, moving down the length of her back down to her ass and back up again. A groan left her mouth when she processed what exactly he was actually doing.

“God you’re so gross,” She whined as Mingyu practically massaged his release into her skin, “And I can’t even move away I’m too tired. You can take the hassle of cleaning me in the shower then.”

A big dopey grin plastered across Mingyu’s face as he chuckled from behind her, leaning forward so he was hugging her. His semi-hard length rubbed alongside her folds as he nuzzled his face right by her head. She stuttered out a soft whine at the sensitivity, tilting her head slightly so Mingyu could press kisses into her skin.

“Best birthday ever.”

“It better be, my legs can’t stop shaking,” Evelyn joked as she wiggled over to make room for Mingyu as he let go and flopped down onto the bed beside her. He brought a hand up and cupped her face, bringing their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

✨ some visual aid for the chap ✨

-> mingyu wearing this dress shirt w/ black dress pants

-> evie wearing the red dress for the dinner date; then just wearing that white shirt in 4th pic w/ pair of white lace panties

[daddy-suguru]

toji + getting a pet together?

anonymous-asked a question!

Holding four squirming kittens to your chest, while looking Toji in the eye and rambling, “It was a trap! I picked up one and three others ran out. And based on the clouds it’s going to rain tonight and it’s cold. What am I supposed to do? Let them die like how you let me die of loneliness when you leave!” The fierce wiggly of the largest kitten causes you to set the siblings down. While they rush over to Toji’s legs.

All of them sniff at his sweatpants while he glares down at them. He sighs and crouches, grabbing a fuzzy black one by its upright string tail. And just before he lifts the kitten off the ground one of the other kittens bites his hand. Causing him to yank his hand back out of more surprise than pain.

Smiling while informing him, "That not how you hold them, good girl looking out for your brother." Scooping the fluffiest one up. She's small enough to stand up on both of your hands together

He points at the black kitten and grumbles, “Fine but if you get a hair ball in my shoes - ow! Little asshole.” The kitten had taken to sinking it’s teeth into Toji’s finger. “With how much they are biting me they work for guard cats.” Toji wiggles his finger, only making the kitten sink it’s nails in.

Crouching down and grabbing the little black fuzz ball so Toji could free his finger. While you claim in their defense, “They are trying to play with you, they like you! And I get so lonely. What if one doesn’t want to cuddle, but another one does? So if I have four of them, I will get cuddles from either you or a cat!” Toji chuckles before asking you,

“Do you live off cuddles?”

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Maisel/Weissman’s over engineering how to pull one of the kids loose tooth out and say Lenny or someone being the only one the kid trusts

Hello, Sunshine, January 1964

The tug on his hand gets his attention, and Lenny looks down at his step-daughter curiously.

Esther looks nervous. Her little six-year-old face troubled.

He kneels down in front of her. "What is it, Darling?"

She takes a deep breath. "Lenny, Papa and Uncle Noah and Pop are talking about tying my tooth to a doorknob and then shutting the door and I'm scared."

Lenny frets along with her. "That is cause for concern, isn't it?"

Esther nods aggressively. "And Mama is working tonight on the show, and Softa is out, and Bubbe and Zeyde aren't here."

"Okay," he sooths, rubbing her arms comfortingly, kissing her forehead. "It's all going to be alright. How's the tooth feeling?"

"It's wiggly and it hurts," she pouts softly.

"Okay," he nods. "So here's what you do. I want you to wiggle it really, really hard with your tongue a few times, and then give it a good push, and do not swallow it when it falls out, okay?"

Esther nods firmly, does as she's told, and a few moments later, she spits out the tooth (and a little blood).

"There it is!" Lenny crows, grabbing a tissue from his desk and snagging the tooth from her. "The tooth fairy's gonna see this and be very impressed."

Esther beams at him. "It doesn't hurt anymore! It just feels funny!"

"That's normal," Lenny chuckles. "Let's get you some juice, and we'll show the brain trust in the living room so they can stop plotting your tooth's demise."

Esther smiles wider and hugs him. "Thank you. I was scared of the door slamming and hurting."

He kisses the top of her head and then scoops her up. "To the kitchen!"

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 4

Luna and Devin catch up after work, an infant tosses a plate, and I do my best to squeeze in some milestones before the birthday party begins. My babies Devin and Luna's infants become toddlers.

For ease of reading IF the infants are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets, otherwise it's babble. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

At home Devin and Luna spend some time working with Alfred and Rilian on their crawling and standing.

Luna: How was the film shoot

Devin: Good amore, I think it might do well, despite the plot holes

Luna: Will they franchise it

Devin: If it goes well, but most superhero films star men so we’ll have to see. How was class today?

Luna: You know how I’ve been helping them with these projects

Devin: The ones they’re getting really engrossed in? I remember

Luna: Well this morning the head of the university announced that projects should be scrapped for test preparation

Devin: Why on earth would that be a good idea

Luna: Apparently the university is underperforming

Devin: So what did you do

Luna: *laughs* He’s the boss but not the boss of me. I let the class present their projects before we did a small bit of test prep, they loved it

Devin: I know I loved my uni presentations. Did you get any test prep in

Luna: A bit. I don’t think they needed it because they all got fabulous marks on the test

Devin: Who’s hungry bambinos?

Rilian and Alfred: Me mama

Luna: Woah, they are getting better at this talking thing

Luna: For your testing pleasure tonight gentlemen, we have…

Devin: Oaty O’s! It may look like you’re holding banana chips, but that’s just acting

Rilian blows a raspberry while Alfred wobbles in his seat. Devin begins to feed Rilian, but again the cautious bambino is unsure if he likes it or not. Luna tries feeding Alfred, and, well, there are issues. As in she tries feeding him from a jar…

Alfred dislikes the food. So what does he do? Fling up his little infant arms and push the plate off the high chair… He then looks at his hands as if thinking, oh damn where did my food go. He eventually realises his snack is gone and can only sniffle in regret.

Rilian happily plays with his food while Devin and Luna look forlornly at Alfred.

Luna: I guess he really doesn’t like them

Devin: It’s okay, we give them bottles as well, he won’t go hungry

Alfred: *cries*

Devin: Alfred, caro, just wait for everyone to finish eating

Luna: And for Rilian to finish playing

While Rilian plays patty cake with his food Alfred has the audacity to look at the food on the floor and think, what’s that? Gee buddy, I wonder what it is, total mystery.

Devin: I think we’re all done, good job Rilian. Next time Alfred, try keep the plate in front of you

On the ground Alfred blows a raspberry at the food mess, he didn’t like it anyway.

Devin: Milk time then night night I think

Luna: Come here schnucki, oh you are a wiggly bambino today

Alfred: Mummy ig ig way (I wiggle away)

The twins get put to bed and Devi works on soothing them to sleep while Luna begins the next task. Two chocolate birthday cakes for the bambino’s to have tomorrow.

Luna: One cake down, one to go

Devin: I don’t know how much anyone will eat, but I suppose we need them for the age up

Luna: Have you invited everyone

Devin: My family, check. Your family, check.

Luna: Don’t forget to tell Joey about his room

Devin: Oh fudge, I had completely forgot with the awards show

Luna: And I’m thinking of inviting my brother and Miriam to stay for a bit after, maybe Hugo as well

Devin: We do have two spare beds

Luna: I can’t believe they’re aging up already

Devin: They are so small, I wish we could freeze time

Luna: We can’t though. Let’s just enjoy what we have while we have it schatz

Devin: You’re right. Kids are meant to grow up after all

The boys are changed, fed and burped. Then it’s time to try fit in some more milestones. Luna has taken the day off work to be with the family for the party so the bambinos have two parents to work with them.

Devin and Luna sit down and try their best to encourage the bambinos to crawl. It’s a rocky start, with both spending lots of time falling to their tummies. A few times they manage to push up to all fours but they have trouble holding it, let alone moving forwards.

Devin: Oh look, he’s sparkling

Luna: That’s our boy, come on Alfred

Slowly Alfred turns over, pushes himself up and holds himself there. Then he begins to put one limb in front of the other, he’s crawling!

Devin: Well done caro

Rilian: Al! Awl ear (Alfred, crawl here)

Alfred: Ye ye ri (yes yes Rilian)

The women swap twins and Devin works with Rilian on his crawling while Luna tries to get Alfred standing. Many holds later, Alfred begins to sparkle again.  He crawls over to the conveniently placed chairs and carefully pulls himself up to stand.

Luna: Well done schnucki! I knew you could do it

Devin: Hey Lu, Rilian is sparkling now

Luna: Aww, just look at you two, learning so much

Sure enough, Rilian follows in his brothers footsteps, beginning to crawl around independently.

With Luna confident that Devin has everything under control, she goes to harvest the days plants.

Devin: Okay piccolo mio, let’s try holding ourself up

Rilian: Mama eye (why)

Devin: Because you’ll be toddling today, it’s good practice

Alfred: Mama ri an ri an (Rilian can, Rilian can)

Devin: Here come the sparkles!

Rilian uses his tiny arms and with great pizazz pulls himself into a standing position. Well done bambinos, just in time.

Luna heads back inside to begin a paper she needs to write for work. She needs to up her research and debate skill as well, but one step at a time. Devin carries the bambinos to the dollhouse where both Alfred and Rilian begin to investigate the strange castle. Luna didn’t have time to water the plants so Devin takes care of it while updating her social media account. Bring on the followers!

Eventually Alfred and Rilian decide to nap where they are rather than call for a lift. Devin sets out for her livestream jog. She didn’t fit in a workout yesterday, and the replies are full of sims congratulating her on her award. How does she run down the hill while replying on her phone? Magic is my guess. When she gets home, following a quick shower, it’s time for the birthday party to begin!

First up, eldest infant Alfred. Devin walks him over to his cake and with a flurry of celebration behind him he breathes in. Together he and Devin blow the candles out and he is ready to age up! He gets the top notch infant trait, which I’m delighted by since both Devin and Luna work. Blue joins green as future favourite colours.

Rilian is next. He needs some extra encouragement from his mummy as he’s nervous with the house so full of sims. Luna bounces him and once he’s cheered up takes delight in blowing out the candles. He also gets the top notch infant trait! He ages up in a red shirt so red joins yellow as a favourite colour.

Welcome to toddlerhood *rolls dice* independent Alfred and angelic Rilian!

Previous Part ... Next Part

[justabigoldnerd]

He will wiggle, wiggle, Wiggly will wiggle tonight

✨️oh✨️

(This gets stuck in my head far more often than it should)

[garbagefarm]

Garbage Farm #51

2024-04-25, session #51 of Garbage farm! Spanning Winter 26 of Year 4 to Spring 3 of Year 5!

cast:

me ( @mothmute )

E.B. ( @blueherin )

Kimi ( @2kimi2furious )

Highlights include, but are not limited to the following:

Year 4:

Winter 26:

We're starting late, 'cause we always start late!

Kimi has acquired additional purple shorts

E.B. dies in the mines.

I barely escape the mines with my life, putrid ghosts are the worst

E.B. dies a second time! (Harvey's nightmare came true!)

Then E.B. doesn't make it to bed and dies a third time in one day!

Winter 27:

Kimi's turn to die in the mines

E.B. meets Grandpa Jr. for the first time

I go and crack open some geodes and artifact troves

Kimi dies again!!

Grandpa Jr. visits Kimi to console her

Winter 28:

It's New Year's Eve!

Elliott gives me a bottle of wine. Not grape wine, just wine wine.

(Harvey and Alex didn't get E.B. and Kimi anything...)

Possum gives me a perch :')

trading some jade in the desert!

EB reports that the guys're all watching gridball at the saloon, and that George skipped church for this. (The seahawks are losing.)

It's keg day!!

Kimi dies, but the quest is completed!!

HAPPY GARBAGE YEAR! Kimi called it an early night, but E.B. hands me some chocolate cake to celebrate

#blessed

Year 5:

New year resolutions for the garbage crew:

I wanna befriend Leo

Kimi want more purple shorts

E.B. wants to complete all her skills

Spring 1:

Elliott's resolution is to write, write, and write!

Mr. Qi wants a prismatic grange, incredibly annoyingly.

Planting strawberries!!

(I acquire farming mastery late in the night...)

Kimi dies halfway into bed

Spring 2:

Lewis sends me 500g. Is this a bribe? Is he trying to get me to rat Kimi out?

The ducks have been released, but they're still completely useless

HORSENAPPING (nah it's fine, take care of Frucko for me)

I'm still trying to find Cave Jelly...

Spring 3:

OH RIGHT, I had wine in the casks! We're gonna make big wine bucks tonight!

Kimi gets a magical makeover!

Hitting the point of the session where I dunno what to do with my time

Kimi has to step away for IRL reasons, doesn't make it to bed

EB doesn't make it to bed for regular reasons

Wiggly money!! (best quality: his wiggles)

Spring 4?:

end of session, gotta call it early

for those who haven't been keeping track: that's 9 deaths tonight! E.B. with 4, Kimi with 5, and I miraculously managed to survive.

Kimi demands "SPLODE ME", but I don't have any bombs on hand

(by the way, Kimi's house is amazing)

-

TO-DO:

we need to process a ton of gold and iridium so I can finish the crystalarium shed

I wanna reorganize the storage a little bit; there's some good bones, but I think we can do better!

We've still gotta fill out those masteries!

Gotta find Cave Jelly, River Jelly, and Sea Jelly so we can smoke a fish and give it to a raccoon!

(I've still got such a long shopping list......)

Good garbage, everybody!

[peacockeryabound]

The Stormwatchers - Part 1

(From the story of the same name on my Archive)

Synopsis:

“Crew is crew.” A shrug. Simple as that. --- A violent storm attacks The Revenge, revealing new layers to the "Spewer" story that the men aboard want to rectify.

Pairings: Ed/Izzy, Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Izzy/The Crew of the Revenge

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Storms at sea were as common as birds on the wind. 

Every sailor worth their salt anticipated them, through the light buzz in the air and the peculiar colors of the clouds. Though never made official in the civilized sailing world, it was a rite of passage among the dreamers and wanderers to brave the most wicked of gales and still stand on one’s own feet.

For the men of The Revenge, it was simply expected that the tough bastards on Blackbeard’s payroll would be most unfazed by a little thunder; this was the rainy season, after all. No, all seem as expected…until Fang spilled the beans and Lucius lapped them all up.

"Izzy the Spewer", who shat himself in all his glory during such a night an untold age ago, was tonight's topic of interest as they sat there on the main deck, idling about and enjoying the cooler temperatures after the sweltering midday heat. They watched him, like sandpipers eyeing a little crab, smirking and checking each other’s looks of pity as the big man himself stood at one of the rails, gripping the edge tight enough to break a finger.

Fang was the only one among them that was sputtering the loudest, babbling apologies and being held back by Ivan. He had pined so badly to make amends with his superior, shame evident in how close he looked to crying and had quickly stopped looking Lucius in the eye after the third shared glance.

Perhaps Ivan was doing it out of respect for what dignity the first mate had left. Perhaps, Lucius thought, he too was enjoying the karma. He was not an easy one to read.

The scribe was biting his lip. As much as he agreed with the others that teasing Izzy was good to help him become less of a bitch, even he knew when things went a little overboard. Izzy hadn't even done anything in the last hour to earn any of what the others were quietly gossiping about. He had, by Lucius' scattered observations, kept to himself and his usual routines until Buttons had started barking a fuss over something on the horizon.

The question now was the same to them all: How could a dread pirate from the Queen Anne be so afraid of such a common part of sea life?

“Babe.” Black Pete rubbed at his back. “You’re spacing again.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Lucius mused. He wiggled closer to his lover and gave him an apologetic peck. “You thinking what I am thinking, yeah?”

“Maybe.” The man’s voice was sly, but it also held no malice. He glanced around to the others, who at this point were slowing their chatter, their faces more serious. Another rumble of thunder came down upon them; Izzy locked his legs and tightened up his shoulders. 

“It is pretty sad.” Pete concluded.

“Yeah. Poor little fecker.” Wee John said from atop his rope seat.

“I can fuckin’ hear you, twats. ” Izzy hissed. The tremble in his voice was blatant.

“Hi Izzy.” Lucius waved, even though the man’s back was still turned.

"Hey, Iz." Black Pete giggled.

“Shut up-”

“Izz-eeeeee.” Frenchie also greeted him, obnoxiously, while strumming a few strings on his lute.

“Izzy-Izzy .” Lucius happily sang out, earning a high five from the bard.

"Shut it, all of you."

“Little wiggly.” The Swede politely noted his legs.

“Patas de bebé, yeah.” Jim smirked. 

“You doing alright, Izzy-Iz?” Lucius called out again.

“Shut the fuck up! ”

“Whoa now, don’t spew yourself.” Black Pete snorted. He cast an affectionate side eye to his boyfriend, knowing what Lucius was intending to do and, as always, was happy to show his support.

Lucius Spriggs figured himself the spokesman among their sorry lot. He met gazes with each of his mates as he adjusted his jacket and loosened his neck kerchief.

As amused as they all were, the men of The Revenge reveled in the irony of being miscast for the name. They had their fun on the unfortunate nicknames, but fear was a very crippling thing and no person deserves to be isolated for it- not even the rude little first mate of the legendary Queen Anne .

If Blackbeard himself could turn from a bogeyman to a bouncy pomp just like Bonnet then surely, truly, there had to be layers to his spitefully angry first mate.

Even Jim was getting up to make their approach, Izzy's dagger in hand as a peace offering. They had been sharpening it during all of the banter, as they didn’t let their opinion on the man affect how they appreciated his own blade skills.

They only stopped halfway when Lucius overtook them with a halting gesture and a kindly smile.

No, he didn’t fear Pissy Izzy. Rather, he was still waiting on an actual response to the sketch request. Until then, he was content to keep his footsteps light and his cough small as he joined him at the siding, his arms crossed over the bar.

“Sorry about all the “Spewer” jokes.” He said.

“Piss off.” Izzy spat, though his tone was elevated. His gaze could not leave the horizon, eyes blown wide and desperate to catch the flashes first. His jaw shifted- possibly grinding his teeth.

Lucius smiled, finding no fear in reaching out. He did hesitate for a moment where his hand hovered over Izzy's shoulder, but he was prepared for the flinch when he gave it a soothing rub.

"Don't touch me."

"It's just a pat, love."

Another peal of lightning cracked through the air. Lucius fanned his fingers and pressed firmly into the bony dips of Izzy’s ribs, chasing where the thin body tried to wiggle off to. One would call it a tickle, but Israel Hands would never agree.

He was quick to notice Jim finally joining them, flanking Izzy’s other side. He watched them nudge elbows, just enough to distract and pass the blade.

"It's an ocean away." Jim smirked. “We got miles for now. Storm isn’t going to fuck with us.” 

Lucius wondered what Izzy's expression was, to be able to get both of Jim's brows to perk up.

They too gave him a pat and laughed right in his face when he pushed back.

"I'm not a blithering toddler...get off!"

But try as he might, his little shakes were unmistakable. He had the full capability to walk away, and yet they both looked down to catch his legs trembling. Between them both, his shoulders tensed up and he stuttered through his next exhale.

Jim and Lucius made a silent and collective agreement to stay until he was ready to stab them. They scratched and rubbed patterns despite the push back, themselves mumbling the most practiced lies they could think of.

"Olu's afraid of storms too." Jim mused. "Yeah, he sometimes goes to our cabin when they come."

"He's dicking around on the chum barrel behind me." Izzy growled. He was starting to lurch a bit from the growing churn of the waves.

"Hey, I said "sometimes", hombrecito." 

"Both of you, fucking fuck off." 

"Easy, Iz. Keep mouthing off and you'll spill more than that." Lucius chirped. 

He frequently found it cute, how much Izzy insisted he was badass when he cursed.

Lucius moved his hand to smooth down the damp curls above Izzy's neck, and took a moment to retrieve his own handkerchief to dab away the sweat.

Behind him, he heard Oluwande quietly talking.

"So, what's the real deal on this." 

Ivan's voice rumbled, just high enough a whisper to still be heard over everything else.

"Hm? Ah, well…captain said that years ago, Iz's first captain used to crack him hard across the back whenever there were storms. Apparently to beat the weak out of him."

"Oh no…" the Swede quietly gasped.

"Yeah. Talking real bad lashes. Pus and tears and all-"

"Enough!" Izzy screeched. He finally struggled out from his hold, his eyes shiny and lips peeled in a snarl. "Get back to securing the fucking supplies. Or I'll cut your tongues out for sponges! "

He was as graceful as a foal on new legs, leaving his fuming departure to be nothing more than an embarrassing stumble that left everyone sitting in awkward silence. 

Ivan deadpanned when he was swatted upside the head in passing. He kept his ear out, only nodding when he heard a distant door slam. Everyone else began to chuckle as they stood up.

"Real ray of sunshine in this." Frenchie was still fiddling with his strings.

Pete smirked, though his expression turned gentle when his lover approached. He nodded before the question was even asked, taking Lucius’ hand and following him downstairs.

Roach looked up from his chopping block when he heard an off-kilter shamble. He removed the blunt from his mouth to peer beyond the smoke.

"Never thought you ate," he smiled upon seeing the culprit, "First time I've seen you in here."

He buried the blade of his cleaver into the wood with one sturdy chop and wiped his hands along the belly of his apron as he stepped around. His stance shifted into a curious tilt when he was within spitting distance of the shorter man.

Izzy was clinging to a hanging net along the back wall, his shoulder blades pushed so tight together that they bulged against the leather backing of his vest. He avoided Roach's gaze.

Roach got his answer faster from another distant crack of the thunder. To bear witness to a shiver was strange, coming from an uptight little prick like Israel Hands…but it was far too pitiful in the moment to rag him about it.

"Need some tea?" He asked. 

Roach hadn't realized he had his hands on his knees until Izzy peered over his shoulder and gave an offended squint. As he adjusted himself, he gave an apologetic little shrug. 

"I can put ginger in it. Good for, you know." He made a wavy motion with his hand.

Izzy surprised him by silently contemplating the offer. The cautious look still persisted, even as he untangled his hands from the rigging and glowered elsewhere. 

"Make it a coffee." He mumbled.

"I'm gonna suggest a tea, mate." Roach smiled. "Easier on the stomach, especially with the acids." More calming too, but he didn't voice that aloud. "Go on, find a seat."

He too had chuckled at the Spewer story when he heard it, but he was also not that big of a twit to be picking fights in a room full of sharp objects. In truth, he was more concerned about Izzy crumpling in his galley, as the little bastard looked as pale as a sheet.

That, and coffee was notorious for speeding up…other end affairs, and he really wasn't prepared to deal with that part of the story repeating itself.

He was quick to return to his station, and had fished out a bulb of ginger from his seasoning crate by the time Izzy had finally shuffled over to one of the many barrels they all used for chairs.

As was expected, Izzy still refused to meet his eye, instead slumping and rubbing at his face while anxiously bumping his heel against the bowed wood.

Yeah, coffee was not going to calm that. Roach didn't need a damn woodpecker in his space.

"Make it strong." Izzy’s voice was small, too soft for either of their likings.

Roach nodded, shaved off a small portion and began to mince it all into a gritty paste.

"Just going to warn you, this is a lot." He mused, showing the mash on his cleaver.

"Don't care."

Roach forced down his chuckle. That was pretty typical tough talk, from a man who drank his coffee like tar.

"It's going to be pretty spicy, just saying." He shook his head as he began preparations for the tea.

They were both set fairly low in the ship, but even he caught the growing sway of the items around him. The storm above was getting closer, though he wasn’t sure if the muffled sounds above their heads were of his own mates or shit falling over. He stared up at the ceiling while popping the lid to his tea tin.

Another bellow of thunder thrummed through the walls, this time heavy enough to rattle some of his bottles. A heavy wobble got him looking over his shoulder to check his smaller crates, though his eyes widened when he glanced back.

"Ah, shit…come on…" he abandoned his post to scurry back over, crouching again and trying to stare up through drawn-in legs and tightly wound arms. 

"Come on, mate…" He shook one of Izzy’s knees.

He heard Izzy mumbling something.

"Come again. Can't hear you-"

"Not a word." A squeak, shaky and uncertain. He tightened in on himself, his thin body almost perfectly set inside the perimeter of the barrel.

Roach stared. He nodded, even if Izzy couldn’t see it.

"Yeah…yeah, of course."

It was a very awkward situation to be in. This same aggressive blight upon their ship was almost whimpering like a toothless pup, made worse from the natural whine to his wheezy voice. Roach himself was not the sort to comfort so easily, but he employed his best attempt at rubbing the soft leather along the tender leg. 

He wasn't a superstitious man, but he understood beasts, and nothing was more uncomfortable than a twitchy one gone still.

"Easy, Iz. Easy…it's not going to come down here."

His hands, such nasty things of great butchery, cupped Izzy’s elbows with a delicateness that left them both surprised. 

Izzy peeked out at him. 

He swallowed. 

They both watched each other as he carefully unwound the thin arms, grip just loose enough to return the man to a somewhat dignified sit. 

“Why are you doing this.” The first mate huffed. He was trying to tense back every muscle he had, all the way up to his eyebrows. It was incredibly jarring to see how sad it made him look.

Izzy bit his lip when he saw Roach shrug, the man’s lips crooking at one end to form an uneven smile. At any other time, he would have felt threatened by it, finding the gesture cocky. Arrogant. He sat there, almost popping his own joints from the strain, heart rattling in his scrawny chest as Roach gave him a gaze that he was far too undeserving of.

“Crew is crew.” 

A shrug. Simple as that. Roach gave the first mate his peace by turning back to resume his duties at hand.

Whether or not Izzy actually believed him was irrelevant; nobody goes hungry in his domain. If anything, Bonnet would go over the moon twice if he ever found out had his special reserve of jasmine tea was to be served for the most fussy man on  The Revenge .

"So babe," Lucius mused, "Sky, or Die?"

Pete thought for a moment. He then tried to bite down his grin. 

They had been walking for a few minutes now, inspecting every room they encountered, so the question instantly brightened the situation.

"Oh…well after that "daddy" thing, I wanted to say Die?" He scratched the back of his neck while squeezing his boyfriend's hand. "And yet up there was pretty cute so…yeah, no, no. Yep, definitely Sky."

They both shared a laugh and a few elbows.

It had become a game between them when they "browsed". “Sky” referred to the elation of a chance to sleep with someone while “Die” was…rather self explanatory. Lucius knew Pete had also been denying his want to shake Izzy's sheets upon first meeting him. The man was a nightmare to work with, but the silver fox look paired incredibly well with the leather getup.

"You should have seen his face when I asked about the sketch thing." Lucius purred. His next step was a light skip. 

"That "bitch" was so wrong out of him." Pete mused. "I think he floundered a chance, babe."

Lucius shot him a scandalized brow wiggle.

"Oh, I'd let him call me daddy."

They both leaned into the next door frame to glance around. Why had they both assumed Izzy would even want to sit in the Ball Room?

“Do you really buy what Ivan said upstairs?” Pete asked as they continued on. “I mean, Blackbeard is pretty badass. You know, he lights his beard on fire for raids.” He stopped to stand before his partner, hands on hips.

Lucius smirked and reached out to scratch at Pete’s own stubble.

“Yeah, and he also wears tights now.” He tapped his lover on the nose. “People got layers, love.”

Pete wiggled his nose and quietly chuckled. 

“I know, I know…it’s just dumb to think a man like…” he mimicked Izzy’s uptight posture, “...would be afraid of storms? Like, that’s half of pirating.”

Lucius licked his lips, brows knitted.

“I think it’s cute, really. Izzy the Spewer is now Izzy the Shaker. He’s still a Sky for me.”

He resumed the pep to his step, shooting back a playful squint while he approached the next door.

“So, I got a question for you, since you think you got a good read on Blackbeard and crew.” His hand pressed against the wood, his expression shifting back to one more thoughtful. “Was Izzy what you thought he’d be?”

Pete stopped, sputtering for a moment and squinting.

If it had been one thing everyone else would thank Izzy for, it was that his presence alone had effectively quashed the incessant tall tales that Black Pete often wove, all intricate and farcical and more outlandish than the next. First he had sailed under Blackbeard, kicking that saga off during every dinner or downtime with increasingly herculean feats of grandeur the presumed devil wrought. Then, when the others grew bored of his blustering, he next moved on to anecdotes of saving Blackbeard’s life or being lauded for plans he supposedly made, never outright stated but under the implied banner of being his first mate…then came Izzy, and the days on the Revenge became much more quiet and cynical.

Lucius knew he had killed the wind in his lover’s sails, plain as day from the gentle pout on that sweet dirty face. It was the lingering shame that brought him closer, into a hug that was kindly returned.

“I know.” He cooed into Pete’s neck. What joy the man had to call his own over the others had sank to the bottom of the sea, the day Israel Hands cut his strings.

“...I want to hear his stories.” Came the mumble against his ear, to which Lucius grinned and squeezed harder.

“I do too, love. I want to write them down.”

[e-m-p-error]

"I do," But not before dinner he didn't. If he was going to eat while he was feeling particularly wiggly and needy, then he wanted to do it half-dressed, in Vox's lap, and loudly, "Mnnn, I want my surprise now, though--" The conejito made him pause and he whined a little bit, wiggling beneath Vox a few times. If he ground against the bench seat beneath him, so be it.

"So... Let me get this straight." Valentino's pout was in full motion as he peeked over the tops of his glasses, "I have to wait for sex and my surprise... For after dinner?"

Valentino was a force even God couldn't stop, especially when he was impatient. Which was often. Impulsive, impatient, impractical. If one didn't know better, they'd assume Valentino could have been an imp.

His upper arms crossed over his chest and he leaned back in the seat, prepared to pout for his prize. At this point, it could have been a pop tab; Valentino wanted whatever it was, right now, and he wanted to get wrecked in this dress before dinner, during dinner, and then again after dinner. Then they could leave the restaurant and do it again in the limo, then the elevator when they got home, and then any and all flat to semi-flat surfaces that they came across.

Despite his best efforts--and his efforts were great--something told him that tonight, Vox wouldn't be swayed. There was something about his insistence that things be done a certain way that made Valentino feel like there was an itinerary, which meant... A plan. Vox had made a plan to give him something for Valentino's Day.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, though if it was in frustration, an attempt to see, or focus was unclear.

"What do I get for behaving until after?"

Vox tutted softly, wiping Valentino's lips and sucking his thumb clean of Val's venom.

"It doesn't make me a quitter, it means I'm edging you, and you like that, last I checked-.." Vox paused, his face loading up a squiggly little loading sign, the kind that popped across his face when he was alone with Val and needed to think up an excuse so that Val would stop being nosy.

And then he realized he might not even have to make that big of an excuse.

"I haven't given you something that you'll want to be a surprise, baby.. You don't want to ruin your surprise, do you, conejito?" He smirked as he heard the disgruntled but still very affectionate squeaks of a placated moth beneath him.

"Surprise is for after dinner, I promise you'll love it, though.."

The blood diamond in his back pocket felt heavier than lead. He really fucking hoped Val wouldn't be offended at the idea of heavier commitment..

He knew what Val and Commitment in the same sentence usually resulted in, and the only tears he wanted tonight were happy ones or ones from Val's eyes watering while Vox plowed him into next month.

[izurou]

“babe, i swear this isn’t what it looks like.”

tetsurou raises a hand in surrender, shifting his guilt ridden gaze between you, the television illuminating the living room, and the baby girl whom he has resting on his hip.

you went out for a couple hours, a movie and a few drinks with some friends—non alcoholic for you, of course.

the thought of leaving tetsurou to watch your seven month old for the evening, all by himself, is one that would have worried you five years ago—back when responsibilities and parenthood were nothing but words. now, it’s the idea of leaving her with anyone else that bothers you.

he’s done the dinner, bath, and bed routine dozens of times before, more or less without fail. you figured tonight would be no different—feeling nothing but absolute confidence and peace of mind throughout your entire outing.

so, when you return home and see this, you can’t help but wonder what led to it.

“oh, i see,” you mumble as you step forward, easily recognizing the dull tune emanating from the tv as your daughter’s current favourite. “you haven’t kept our daughter up an hour and a half past her bedtime for a…dance party?”

you can hardly call it dancing, his hips are far too stiff for that. still, catching the tail end of his rigid movements, seeing the pure elation on your baby’s face as he bounced her to the music—have you ever had a worry in life? it doesn’t feel like it.

“of course not,” he scoffs, and a look of disgust flashes across his features—as if he’d ever do such a horrible thing. “i put her in her crib, but she wouldn’t stop fussing, figured this would tire her out faster.”

typical tetsurou—just can’t stand when one of his favourite girls is upset.

“and the tiaras? the uh, the tutus?” you wiggle your finger at them, gesturing to the silver crowns on their heads, and the purple tulle sitting atop their pajamas.

your husband’s tutu is clinging to his waist, visibly stretched and causing his black tee to bunch up—and he looks ridiculous, truly, but he also looks exactly how you’d want the father of your child to look on a saturday night.

“well, pardon us for dressing to the occasion,” he grins, smug and sweet all at once as he tilts his head towards the dancing princesses on the tv.

and you get it, you’re not one for leaving her when she cries either—but this tactic is sure to do more harm than good, having her on a schedule is what keeps you sane.

“it’s bedtime,” you order as you reach for your daughter, and she reaches for you too—all smiles and wiggly feet as her tiara and the little plushie she was holding tumble to the floor in unison.

“look at her go,” he chuckles as he bends over to retrieve her belongings, “she wants you to join us, right sweetheart?” he coos at her, and her chubby little arms start to wave up and down.

“tetsurou,” you sigh, and you can see it in his eyes that he knows he shouldn’t push any further—and maybe it’s that precious smile on his little girl’s face, or the tiny tiara cutting off the blood flow to his brain—but he pushes further.

“i know, i know,” he admits, resting his hands on your hips and tugging you a bit closer. “but she’s already up, what’s a few more minutes?”

“you’re a real pain in my ass,” you mutter, leaning into the warmth of his chest as he presses his lips to your forehead, and then your daughter’s.

“but you love me, right?” he stares down at you, with hope and love, and a little apology swirling behind his eyes.

“i do,” you say, “just not in this outfit, princess.”

and your daughter is quiet, eyes fluttering open and closed as she leans against your shoulder, fighting her sleep.

“really? the short skirt isn’t doing it for you?” he asks, holding his hands out and gesturing to himself—short skirt revealing nothing but his plaid pajama pants.

“no, you’re setting a bad example.”

he slaps a hand over his mouth, feigning a look of pure horror before laughing it off and wrapping his arms around you again, careful not to disturb the baby sleeping in your arms.

“well, true love’s kiss will turn me back to normal, won’t it?” he smiles at you, in the dull orange hues of your little living room, and you feel like you’ve never had a worry in your life, ever.

you kiss him. it’s short and sweet, but it’s warm and it feels like home—he feels like home. you flick the flimsy plastic off his head, presumably turning him back to the tetsurou you left your daughter with five hours ago.

“so, i’m the hideous green ogre?” you eye him, curious to see how he’s going to answer such a dangerous question.

“no,” he grins, “just the love of my life.”

[howdoyousleep3]

☾ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ☾ (𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑤𝑜)

Rating: Mature (M) Summary: “Kitten,” Steve tries right away, going in for the metaphorical kill. “Baby, why don’t you get in the car. Lemme give you a ride home.” Tags: Developing Relationship, Light Angst, Daddy Kink, Sexual Tension, Bucky is Fed Up, Feelings, Steve is awful at being in a relationship, Making Up and Making Out, Referenced/Implied Sex Word Count: 2.8K A/N: I've been flying through books lately and read a scene in one that made me want to write something like it, but of course, these two took me in another direction. The stories I post of these two are in a wack timeline, but in my head this one comes before "when i think of paradise (i think of you and me)". Hope you enjoy. 🖤 You can find the series here and the playlist here.

“It’s only a few blocks! I’ll be okay, promise.”

Wanda won’t have it, keeping your hand in her firm grip outside the nightclub, pouting where she stands. She only pouts when she has liquor in her system, when her usually sharp words don’t have the influential effect they tend to have. The pout is your weakness too, her words and stern voice one you can wiggle around, but not this. You giggle where you stand anyway, a sway in your full-body movement as you squeeze her hand, pat her cheek.

“I’m serious! Fuck what I’m about to say or what it implies…but fucking hell, woman— look at you! Someone’s bound to shoot their shot within those few blocks, snatch you up.”

Someone’s bound to shoot their shot within those few blocks, snatch you up.”

You giggle again, your noise morphing into a scoff, and roll your eyes. You do feel nice tonight, letting loose after the week you’ve had, wearing the shortest black dress in your closet. Satin, thin straps, low back, a neckline that has your tits looking phenomenal; you don’t indulge like this often. Complete with strappy heels and your hair cascading over your shoulder, you feel on top of the world.

The three phone numbers tucked away in your small purse may have something to do with that as well.

Wanda smirks and you know it means no good. “He bought this for you, didn’t he?” she mock-whispers with a wiggly brow, other hand coming up to squeeze at your hip. “Your big, bad Daddy buy you this to make up for being such an asshole?” The mention of Steve has your stomach swooping. You immediately deflect with a flair of dramatics brought on mainly by tequila.

“He is not my Daddy, Wanda,” you whisper back at her, flashing images in your mind of tattooed fingers between your legs and a basement deep voice in your ear betraying you, reminding you of otherwise. “And if he just so happened to…to buy this dress for me in a shit form of apology then so be it. Who cares?” You sniff while shrugging your shoulders.

Wanda hums. “He’s got good taste even if he won’t commit or communicate.” You’re very inclined to agree.

“I promise to text you,” you swear once more, squeezing her hand and finally letting it drop as you start to walk away. You bring your finger over your heart and cross it, blowing her a kiss before you watch Wanda head back inside to be with the others.

With it being Friday night, with the weather warming up, the sidewalks are full of people getting their fill of the start of the weekend. It’s just before midnight and yet you aren’t fazed by stepping around groups of friends, maneuvering around others that are much more inebriated than you are. The bit of chill in the air feels like heaven on your flushed cheeks, your ears ringing from the almost unbearable noise of the few clubs you managed to get into tonight.

You’re happy though, happy and revived after being with friends and drinking, letting loose.

You ride this high for approximately two more blocks until a familiar black car, sleek as the night itself, pulls up next to you. Your steps don’t falter. You keep your chin held high, not daring to glance in the car’s direction, to acknowledge it in the slightest. You feel your temper building though, that familiar frustration of his audacity running hot on the back of your neck, fueling every step you take.

You’re followed for half a block before you finally hear a window roll down.

You’re proud of the way your heels continue to pound against the pavement even after you hear him say your name like that, but damn, would you love to drop to your knees and listen.

“Kitten,” Steve tries right away, going in for the metaphorical kill, the purr of his voice stroking its way down your spine. “Baby, why don’t you get in the car. Lemme give you a ride home.” He speaks from the backseat. You’re only two more blocks from your apartment, the amount of people on the sidewalk thinning out. Your body yearns to take a few steps left and to climb into this car and join him, but you power on. Steve Rogers deserves to wait.

“I’ll walk, thank you.”

His sigh has your frustration flaring. You should have seen it coming, alcohol getting the better of you, but when you go to cross the street the car turns and stops in front of you, cutting you off. You openly huff, move to sidestep around the car, when Steve’s door opens and then there is a broad and all-consuming male form in your way as well.

You’re eye-level with an open collar, salt and pepper chest hair, and tattoos you’re becoming incredibly familiar with spanning the column of Steve’s throat. You’re hit with a wall of comfort and warmth, Steve’s scent, that mixture of light cologne and him one that you have so desperately missed. You give it your best attempt to not obviously scent him, to deepen your inhale, but you know given the distance that he notices right away.

Your own throat bobs as you swallow.

“How’ve you been, baby?” Steve asks you, voice dropped low enough you’re surely the only one that can register it. The heat radiating from him is almost unbearable, almost a valid match for the heat building in your core for him, in response to him. The only reason you tip your chin to meet his eyes is because you’re a stubborn sonofabitch and you know he expects you to be greatly affected by his proximity. You’re much more affected by the flush of his cheeks, the sensuality that encompasses his gaze as he looks down at you.

“You would know if you would have called me,” is what you say to him, voice hard and smoky, something you’re proud of as you continue to hold his eyes with your own. The two of you are but a step away from each other, your fronts mere inches from one another, and fuck you’ve missed him. You’ve missed his attention, his touch, his time, his affection. You know you’re crumbling where you stand, but you know he deserves the absence of your attention as well.

When he sighs your name, runs the back of his artfully inked hand along the front of your throat, you’re forced to lock your knees to remain upright.

“You know it’s hard for me, this. You know I don’t do this well, don’t have a fuckin’ clue what I’m doin’ with you. Sent you presents, this,” he gestures at the dress hugging your body, a touch you know he wants to give but is too cautious to do so. “You like that, right? That means somethin’?”

You burn where you stand, breeze flipping your hair around your neck doing nothing to cool you down. There are very few things he could have said that are worse than this, a reminder that he hadn’t been listening to you in full during those hard conversations, during your last one. The way he looks down at your lips, down to the front of your dress, indicates to you that he has no idea how hurtful his words are. When he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, you yank it back from his grip right away.

You hear an exhausted and frustrated sigh come from the car before another window, the passenger one, is rolling down.

“Really, Rogers?” Bucky huffs, not even bothering to look in his direction. “You mope around for two weeks looking at your phone and bein’ pissy, gotta stop you from gettin’ into fight after fight tonight, liquor bein’ the only thing that finally makes you crack and wanna come find her…and that’s what you say to her?”

You could kiss Bucky. You should kiss him. Maybe then Steve would realize he’s got someone special slipping from his grip, that he’s one more fuck up away from disappearing and never returning. When Steve doesn’t respond right away, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you curiously, you turn to Bucky.

“Hey, Buck,” you murmur, voice sweeter for him in order to pettily dig under Steve’s skin as much as you can. He turns his head to smile at you and you can see how exhausted he looks even under his steely facade, the circles under his eyes, the strain in his voice. Hair pulled back into a bun, sharp cheeks, dark suit, tattoos scattered across his hands and neck and face— he still somehow looks incredibly breathtaking.

“Hey, doll. How you been?”

“Better,” you admit quietly. “But alright. He’s really been drinking?”

Bucky huffs again, adjusts in his seat as he runs a hand down and over his face. “Yeah, shit ton of tequila. Had to cut him off, was tired of him tryin’ to rough up strangers. Tired of a lot of his shit.”

Steve’s fists clench at his sides and you can practically hear his teeth grinding together as he listens to himself be talked about as if he weren’t there. Let him be upset. You’re surprised by this news though, that he’s been drinking and to the point where he wants to get into fights. Steve doesn’t enjoy being inebriated, doesn’t enjoy not being in total control of his mind and body at all times.

“Yeah?” you push, selfishly wanting to hear more about how miserable Steve has been without you. Bucky doesn’t hesitate.

“Yeah. He’s been a real prick since you put him in his place and—”

“Buck.”

“Shut up, punk. You act like m’lyin’ and like I ain’t the only chance you got of gettin’ her into this car with you.”

Steve bristles, tilts his head and tips it to the sky, silently begging for strength. You cross your arms over your chest and look up at him, taking a slow step towards him, as Bucky continues. If Steve won’t talk to you, you’ll gladly take listening to the second best.

“Ever since you left that night— proud of you by the way— he’s been miserable. Snaps at everybody, barely sleeps, drinks. You know he doesn’t drink. Been tryin’ to get him to call you, to go to your apartment every goddamn day. Why you sendin’ her gifts when you should just fucking talk to her? Stubborn fuck.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of your lips. It feels wrong to smile in this moment, to hear that Steve, the man you’re so dreadfully smitten with, has been hurting since you turned your back on him in his office and didn’t look back. After you practically begged him to let you into his world, to take your budding relationship seriously enough to trust and to embrace in full.

Your smile is bittersweet. Bucky’s words take the edge off your own pain over the past few weeks. When Steve lowers his eyes back down from the sky, yours are there to meet his head-on. Damn the liquor still working its way through your system, damn the way your heart can’t seem to bear the thought of letting go of Steve in full. Damn the way he looks down at you with those eyes blue like unknown oceans depths, look alone proving to you that Bucky’s words ring true.

You press closer to him, tilting your head back further to maintain eye contact with him, hand reaching for his belt to tug on softly, playfully. Bucky continues on.

“I’m not one to pretend to understand the kinda hold you got on him, doll, and I’m sure as shit not telling you to take him back, but…I swear to Christ if I’m not in my bed with my cat and a facemask on in ten minutes, I’m gonna tell Ron here to drive our car off the Brooklyn Bridge, without hesitation.”

You know Bucky is serious, even if it’s laced in humor and exhaustion and a bit of love, he’s serious. You can see it in the way Steve’s eyes sparkle, can feel it in his hesitancy to touch you even as the skin you find yourself seeking out of his own grows hotter under your own touch. You’ve missed him, your everything aching for his touch and his care since you didn’t look back that night. No calls, no texts, no stops by the bakery, his delivered gifts accepted but with no gratitude.

It’s been more tiring on your mind, body, and soul to fight him, to ignore him, to avoid him than to accept him and his apologies.

The skin of his stomach feels like a lick of flame itself when you reach under his untucked shirt and press your hand against his flesh. His eyes look as if they’ve been licked with the same flame, flaring to life as you curl your fingers into the fuzz of Steve’s stomach. It isn’t an innocent touch, but it is one you give him for comfort, one that is selfishly more for you, the need to touch him overwhelming.

His hands slowly moving to cup your hips, his big capable hands, has your eyelids fluttering.

“I’m still mad at you,” you whisper as he dips his head and brushes his lips across your brow. His exhale is shaky and you blame such an obvious tell on the liquor he’s consumed.

“I know, kitten…I know.”

“And I have a right to be mad at you.”

It’s a reminder for both him and for yourself, his hands on your body and his breath mingling with your own weakening your walls just as you foresaw. You can’t be hurt like this again, refuse to be. You deserve to be cherished and loved and listened to, and if Steve isn’t the one to give that to you then you need to move on. You have a feeling this time around might be different for the both of you though.

He nods his head, breathing picking up, chest rising and falling as his grip on you tightens.

“You do, you do. M’a fuckin’ idiot, sugar.”

“You are, you really fucking are sometimes, Steven,” you whisper harshly, your emotions getting the better of you as he blazes a trail of hot, slow kisses down the column of your neck, your eyes filling up with bottled up tears. Your own hand goes right to his neck, fingers delving through his hair with familiarity, gripping it tightly when he makes a noise that can only be described as relief.

The hair of his beard, while soft, is going to leave your skin rubbed raw. You’re not opposed to that.

His next set of kisses are biting ones, ones along your jaw, ones accompanied by a bend at the waist, holding you where he wants you, thick arm aligning with your spine, fingers circling around your nape. No one touches you like this, commands your body so, comes even remotely close to making you feel like this.

“Fuck, I missed you. God,” Steve whispers into your cheek messily, his vocalized words echoing the ones you thought. You can smell it then, practically taste, the alcohol on his breath, an unfamiliar scent mingling with an incredibly familiar one. You purse your lips against his cheek, the corner of his mouth, hand on his waist and other hand coming around to cup the hinge of his jaw.

“Daddy missed you so much, kitten,” Steve repeats, voice dipping into dangerous territory, a rough one, one where you can feel his words grate against the front of his throat as he presses them into your skin. Fuck, you can’t hold back your tiny mewl, can’t hold back your reaction after wanting this for weeks.

“Missed you, Daddy,” you find yourself whimpering quietly into his open mouth. His hand grabbing at your ass, material of your dress sliding up with the forcefulness of his grip, has you foggily wondering if the two of you are going to make up right here right now against the side of his car. You can feel his arousal, his erection digging into your stomach, hot and heavy and—

“Alright lovebirds,” Bucky drawls without enthusiasm. “We’re all so touched and thrilled. Get in the car before I tell Ron to drive and leave your asses behind.”

[littlepupthoughts]

An Aftercare One-shot. 💕

--Written so that the reader has no set gender and the Alpha is no set male character! So go ahead and input your fav--

Cw: Extra Fluffy with a side of smut. Aftercare. Creampie. Bath. A/B/O. Male!Alpha. nonspecific reader

AN: I'm writing this half asleep because I can't get the idea out of my head. I didn't bother with any editing. Just had to put this fluff out in to this world.

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You woke up with a small start, the cold tickling sensation that woke you up turned out to be cum leaking out of you and on to your thighs. You smiled sleepily and sniffed the air. It smelled like lavender and pine and orange and sandalwood...And...something else.. Your smile grew even larger as the smell of your alpha filled your nose. Exactly what you imagine heaven to smell like.

His body stepped out of the haze of steam with a smile, "did you fall asleep again y/n?"

You responded with a sheepish nod. "I've only been gone for a few minutes little one. Did I tire you out that easily?" You only blushed this time, he already knew the answer. "Mmm my poor little omega. Just one moment love, I'll be right back." He stepped out of the bedroom and in to the hallway.

When he came back he scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom as you nuzzle in to his chest. The tub was full of bubbles and purple swirling water beckoning you in. Your alpha gently lowered you in to the large tub like he had many times before. You were already playing with the bubbles when he sat in the tub behind you. They were so fun to pick up and stack on to long towers in your hand. The perfect play thing for your little spaced out omega brain.

His hands started working shampoo in to your hair massaging your scalp. You leaned your head back humming and wiggling happily.

"You have to hold still you wiggly beast or you'll end up with soap in your eyes," he chastised.

"No alpha! That stung so bad last time," you whimpered at the thought squeezing your eyes shut.

He rinced the suds out of your hair careful to avoid your face and began smoothing conditioner through it. The warm water felt so good on your sore body, the Epsom salts soothing your skin.

His hands began massaging your shoulders making you melt even further in to the bubbly water. After he felt you were sufficiently relaxed he squeezed some of his body wash on to a washcloth. You perked up at the scent and looked back at him questioning.

"If I wash you with this you'll smell even more like me," he smiled knowingly. "Of course this doesn't mean I won't be scenting you after you're all cleaned up little one."

"Of course Alpha!" You enthusiastically twist around and nuzzle in to his neck.

"Not yet my pup, we have to finish your bath first," he said laughing and patting your head. He continued to wash your body gently cleaning your thighs of tonight's sticky mess. You whined softly, washing it away always made you sad. Your inner omega disappointed even though you know it must be done to get clean.

"It's ok little one, I can stuff you full again tomorrow," he purred as he ran his fingers up your thigh and against your sensitive skin, still raw from the rough fucking earlier. He cleaned up the very last of his seed and smiled at you. "That's my good omega, sitting so still for me. All that's left is rinsing your hair one more time, then we are all done."

The bubbles were dissolving in to the water as he was finishing up getting all the conditioner out. He stood up but stopped you as you began getting up to join him.

"Hold on, you stay right there, I'll be right back with a little surprize." He wiggled his finger at you with aa grin. As you sank back in to the water you felt like you were vibrating with excitement, thinking hard about what the surprise could be. He stepped back in to the bathroom with a towel over his arm. He gestured for you to stand up then wrapped the towel around you tightly. The towel was so warm and soft that you melted in his arms, your eyes closing with a happy sigh.

"Do you like that my sweet omega? It's fresh out of the dryer just for you," he cooed, helping you step out of the tub. You nodded blissfully as he began drying you off.

The next thing you knew you were snuggled up in bed together, wrapped in the soft sheets. You were both blissfully rolling around in eachothers arms covered in eachothers scents dozing off.

[egcdeath]

Steves kid losing their very first tooth

tooth fairy

summary: your daughter loses her first tooth.

word count: 890

warnings: tooth coming out, tooth fairy spoilers, blood for a sec, domestic bliss, steve being a dilf, poorly written kids

author’s note: i hope that one day i get to the point where i won’t have to disclaim that i’m bad at writing kids.

you can find more of steve as a dad here!

“Sarah, sweetie, not at the table,” Steve sighed.

“Wuh?” she responded, words dampened by the fact that her hand was deep in her mouth as she wiggled a tooth.

“You know how we don’t play with our food?” you added, attempting to assist him. Your daughter nodded slowly, hand still in her mouth. “Well, we also don’t play with our teeth at dinner time.”

“Unless you wanna get blood in your food,” James said, pushing some green beans across his plate.

“Ew!” Sarah pushed her plate away, “I’m done.”

“James, that is not table talk. Be considerate, please,” Steve gently scolded.

“One more bite, Bug,” you suggested, knowing that your daughter was almost done anyway.

Your ever obedient child took a bite of a rather large forkful, before yelping out in pain and spitting out her food.

“Daddy, she’s bleeding!” James gasped.

“My tooth!” Sarah cried out a blood curdling screech when she touched the now empty space between her front teeth.

“Steve, you’re gonna have to comfort her. I’m gonna go make something she can rinse with,” you stood up and exited the table, and Steve sat down in your seat so he could be next to his crying daughter.

“Can I look?” he asked, receiving a nod from his daughter before he gently opened her mouth to examine it.

“Oh wow,” Steve said in faux deep thought before he wiped a few tears off of Sarah’s face. “The Tooth Fairy is going to be so excited for her visit tonight.”

“Tooth Fairy?! Thee Tooth Fairy?” she gasped, too excited to notice the unpleasant sight of Steve searching her plate for the missing baby tooth.

“That’s the one,” he chuckled, finally grabbing the tooth and setting it out on a napkin. You arrived back into the room with saltwater solution and promptly escorted your daughter to the sink.

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By bedtime, Sarah was still a bubbly ball of energy. It was a surprise that she even made it into her pajamas after she suggested several times to wear her Easter best to bed in order to impress the Tooth Fairy.

After finally getting her to calm down enough for her to lay down and get tucked in, Steve began to read her her favorite bedtime story, where she mouthed each

“Daddy, when the Tooth Fairy comes, can you read her my story? I think she’ll like it,” she said with a goofy little grin on her face.

“Of course, Bug.”

“Are you sure she’s not gonna try to steal more of my teeth?”

“Surer than sure,” Steve confirmed, giving her little forehead a kiss.

“Love you~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Night night.”

“Are you sending us away?” you asked in a light tone.

“Yep,” she popped the ‘p’, “I need to see the Tooth Fairy as soon as possible so I’m going to sleep now. Love you,” she said again.

“Okay, we get it,” Steve laughed. “I love you too.”

“I love you three,” you added before giving her a forehead kiss of your own. “Sweet dreams.”

She waved you off as you both left her room, “don’t let the bed bugs bite!” she called after you.

“Do we have any glitter left?” Steve asked as you closed the door.

“There should be a little left in the office.”

“Great. I’ll be in bed in a little. A half hour at the most. Pick out a good movie for us to watch when I get back?”

“Of course,” you hummed before giving Steve a gentle peck. He had that concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly creased as if he was deep in thought. You weren’t exactly sure what he was planning, but you knew he’d be a damn good Tooth Fairy.

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In the morning, you didn’t wake up to the sound of your alarm. No, you woke up much earlier to the squeal of your daughter as she did laps around your house, waving a pink card and a twenty dollar in her hands. 

“Look! Mommy!” she pounced on top of you after bursting through your door, making you grunt aloud. “Twenty whole dollars. I’m gonna buy a car!”

You were still quite groggy from just waking up, but that didn’t seem to stop your child’s ramble. 

“The Tooth Fairy said she’s gonna make a necklace of my tooth, ‘cause it’s the best she’s seen in a while. Maybe ever.”

What the fuck, Steve. A tooth necklace? Although Sarah didn’t seem too put off by it. 

“I think I have a new wiggly too,” she began to demonstrate, putting her hand into her mouth to show you. “She’s gonna be so happy to have two of my perfect teeth on her necklace.”

For some reason, you didn’t see your daughter giving this up any time soon. Steve had created a monster and he didn’t even know it. In fact, he’d only woken up once Sarah leaped on top of him. 

You closed your eyes to try to make the most of the hour you had left before your real alarm went off, and tuned out the recap that Sarah was giving your husband. You only had about five minutes of peace before James burst into the room with a bit of a bone to pick with everyone.

“MOM! Why does the Tooth Fairy have favorites?”

[mythica0]

Tickletober day one; teasing

A/N: is this late? Yes. Am I going to be dumping all the ones that are supposed to be done at the same time? Also yes. Have fun reading! Edit; okay, I lied; not all at once, but I’m gonna try and have them all out!

Fandom; The Owl House

Lee!gus Ler! Willow

Ship; none! Purely platonic!

Summary : Gus may or may have not pranked willow with his illusions,willow gets revenge slowly

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Oh my titan! This was gonna be so awesome! The plan was set in place, all he needed to do was wait….. ok, In three twooooo…. One! Suddenly a flesh-eating fairy popped right into Willows face! “Eeek! What is that!“ She screamed. then, as suddenly as it had appeared , it was gone. “Hahaha! Gotcha Willow! You should have should your face! Hahah! “ Gus revealed himself, laughing. “Gus! That wasn’t funny! … okay, we’ll maybe a little, heheh, but you scared me! “ The other replied. “C’mon, it’s just a prank! No harm, no foul right?” “Not quite… you seem to want a good laugh, so I’m gonna help with that…” Gus closed his eyes waiting for her to strike! …….and nothing. He opened his eyes in suspicion “huh?!“ He exclaimed . “Oh don’t worry, it’ll still happen, you’ll get your comeuppance soon enough. Just . You. Wait. “

And he did. He very much waited. All day. He went on his day /almost/ normally, albeit a bit more jumpy. Throughout the day as willow gave him teasing winks and wiggly fingers he became more and more nervous, waiting for when she would finally strike .

It didn’t happen until late that evening. Everyone else had gone to bed. When willow stood up, and walked towards Gus with a mischievous smirk on her face . Once she got to him, she held his arms above his head and said, “y’know, no one’s here to save you. I told them we were having a sleepover tonight and not to disturb us. “ He gulped . She grinned. She lifted her hands a wiggled her fingers just above his belly. His veeeeeeerryyyy ticklish belly. His face broke out into a wobbly smile. “Awwwww,” she cooed, “I haven’t even touched you yet! Imagine what will happen when I really start” He blushed at this, and Willow giggled. “You’re so cute like this y’know? Like a playful young kitten!” He blushed even darker. “Okay~ I’ve had my fun, now it’s time for you to have yours~ “ and she finally dug in.

Gus burst out into laughter almost immediately, telling willow to; “StOHAHAP MhohOhoVe SoOHOHOMeWhehehehRe EhEHELSEHe” “But, Gus, I’ve just begun!” This was gonna be a looong night.

[party-gilmore]

Ideal The Hurricane Job end scene:

Standing around while Parker double secures the dirty cops' restraints in the corner (not that the three of them don't trust Eliot and Shipp's handiwork, but better safe than sorry and why not have the world's greatest thief undercover FBI extraction specialist*, notorious for breaking OUT of restraints, go behind and check their work?), the flirtatious tension that's been simmering between Maria and Eliot over the course of this job shifts its tone as Maria brings her hands up to 'straighten' his jacket collar.

"Hey, seriously though, Cowboy," she croons, stepping in close. Eliot's hands instinctually come up to brush her shoulders. "With Brady and his squad handled, I'm officially off the clock until my team can get here tomorrow to pick up the pieces. What say you and me..." Maria tilts her head toward hall with a wry grin.

Eliot answers her smile with gentle but faltering one of his one, broad hands wrapping around her shoulder - only to hold her firmly in place as he steps back a bit.

"I... this has been... you're an incredible woman, Maria, really. But I'm-" he still fumbles the words on the tip of his tongue, the near decade he's had to get used to this doing nothing to make it easier to say. Not out of fear, but out of still finding it hard to believe that he gets to say it. That it's really his.

He trails off as Parker cackles a short, abrupt burst of laughter from across the room. One of the cops had tried to wiggle out of her ropes, which meant she gotten to tase him. Eliot looks over at her with a fond (if a bit exasperated) softness written all over his face, and the marshall follows his gaze. Parker straightens up and bounces on her heels, greeting Eliot's attention with a light and airy half-smile. Casual, but intimate. The kind of smile you give someone when you they know you enough to tell it's real contentment, without having to make it stretch across your face. Very reminiscent of the one she gave him in the San Lorenzo Job when he was on the burner phone with Flores - soft and cute and ready to do a little bit of gentle crime.

"Oh, I see." Eliot thinks that if Shipp is feeling let down at all, she hides it well behind her teasing tone. She steps back from him and winks, knocking her fist against his chin a bit. "Go on then Cowboy, get your girl. It's been fun while it lasted."

Eliot chuckles as he let's his hands slide down Maria's arms, taking her hands and bringing them up for a playful, gentlemanly kiss against her knuckles.

"Well... it can still be a little fun, like tonight. Just not that fun."

She throws her head back and laughs as Parker approaches them, beaming and excited to show them the extra bit of bonus evidence she just found in the wiggly guy's jacket. They both step a respectable foot away from each other, only for their heads to come knocking back together with a dull thud and muffled swearing as Parker throws an arm around both their shoulders and tugs them close - dragging them along with her down the hall towards her much anticipated continental breakfast.

Familial banter about the amount of cereal available and whether or not that constitutes an actual breakfast can be heard as they fade around a corner, Marshall Shipp skillfully manoeuvering into a sudden but inevitable betrayal as she gang ups against Eliot with Parker.