#i also need to give them more outfits im running out of ideas

[mawu-yama]

happy white day or something. LEVYFOX DATE

[cannibalsclass]

billie x VS angel HC ?

- Thank you 💖

Billie x Victoria Secret Angel Head canons !!

Authors note: to the anon who requested this i NEED to know who you are because i am OBSESSED with the idea of this. i might even make a full fic inspired this soo stay tuned for that (maybe idk i lie a lot LMAO)

Warnings: not proof read

swf :

GETTING BOOKED FOR THE SHOW:

when you find out that your gonna have a runway show coming up in a few months you immediately get into that mindset

even though your excited you start worrying a lot more and becoming overwhelmed and stressed 

you start stressing out a lot about working out and your appearance and making sure your fit in time for the runway

billie notices and sees how much your over working yourself and assures you that you dont need to stress

"what are you doing?" billie asks you as she stands by your door. your currently laying down in a starfish position on your wooden floor, face pouring sweat and your cheeks flushed red.

"im getting ready for the runway, you know this." you remind her. "the runway isnt until 2 months from now?" billies eyebrows furrow in confusion as she begans to enter the room more. you sigh, "i know but all the other girls have such pretty fit bodies and i wanna be prepared in advance. i wanna look like them." you tell your girlfriend. you look up at her with pleading eyes. billie looks down at you softly.

she sits down next to you, "baby what? your the prettiest girl on that entire runway. the other girls probably worry about looking like you. stop stressing about this you look absolutely gorgeous the way you are." 

billies always constantly assuring you that you look gorgeous and especially even more gorgeous than all the other models (because she genuinely thinks that)

RIGHT BEFORE THE SHOW: 

billie always comes to your shows and you even sneak her backstage all the time so she can watch you get ready for the show

you always make sure billie gets front row seats to your shows so she can see you better

billie always makes you matcha tea right before your shows 

she watches you as you get your makeup and hair done. taking in how beautiful you truly are.

when shes backstage you make sure to keep your robe on tight so she doesnt get a sneak peak at your outfit until your out on the runway

THE SHOW: 

billie obviously is only there for you so when the other girls come out she's usually very bored and looks extremely uninterested 

when you come out she can finally see what was under your robe the whole time. shes taken aback. completely in awe. starring at you with blown out pupils. thinking to herself "how did i get so lucky?"

you make sure to make direct eye contact with her when you come out. giving her an ever so slight smirk and looking away. posing in very seductive poses for the show, but also for your girlfriend

she always take photos of you with her phone when your on the runway. if the show yall are at doesnt allow phones she will sneakily get photos of you anyways

AFTER THE SHOW: 

billie always tries to get you some type of gift after all your shows. usually containing a bouquet of flowers and your favorite drink/snack

after the show you immediately run to her and try to find her. once you do you run into her arms and give her a huge hug

she absolutely praises the FUCK out of you

"baby you looked SO good out there holy shit" 

"really?"

"absolutely."

she tells her all about her favorite looks with you and her favorite things about what you did

nsfw : 

when billie sees you out on the runway in you revealing clothes it gets her hot. immediately feelings herself clench her thighs together for some type of relief

all she can think about is how good youd look like that in her room together alone

or she thinks about how good id look on her bedroom floor..

in the car ride home she has her hands rubbing on your thigh. wanting to just take you there in the car but patiently keeping it together.

the second yall get home (or to the hotel) after your shows, billies hands are all over you.

you always wear your runway looks under your clothes home so when you get home you can give billie her own show.

once she starts tearing your clothes off and realizes you still have your runway lingerie on she gets super happy

"god, you looks so hot on stage in this.. even hotter right now for me."

she usually just ends up fucking you in the lingerie. its too hot not to for her

she always makes sure to call you her little "angel"

you'd pretend like you hated it but deep down you absolutely loved it

once yall are finished she always tells you "you have to wear this again for me, you look so good baby." 

and you always keep that in mind for the future

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[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hellooooo i wanted to ask what jeff, toby, nina and ben with a reader with 🍒 strech marks and if your not comfortable thats okay! You can do strech marks in genral!

Ive just been rlly insecure about mine😭

(Also i have no ideas about anons but can i be 🪸 anon if its open?)

Hello! I wouldn't say i was made uncomfortable by this request, rather, i feel like i wanted to kind of open up this ask to a wider audience! So i did end up just doing stretch marks in general. I would also like to say that I am very excited to write for Nina!! She's such an icon <333

Also, yes, 🪸 is open!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff is the type of guy to find stretch marks incredibly attractive

When you are cuddling, he runs his fingers across the marks

If he can, he will kiss them as well

Whenever he greets you, say, if he was coming home from a mission, he would kiss your lips, and run his ands across the areas your stretch marks are on

Finding out that you are insecure about your stretch marks genuinely shocks him

Like wdym the stretch marks are the best part

But if it makes you uncomfortable, he will stop publicly giving you affection to those spots

That won't stop him from trying his hardest to convince you that your stretch marks are amazing

If you wear clothing that shows off your marks, he will ~strangely~ become more physically affectionate

It gets him so excited when you are confident to show off your body, but again, if you aren't the type of person to show off your body, he obviously won't be bothered by that

The way he sees it, you are the most gorgeous person on the planet and seeing you so insecure about something that he thinks is wonderful about you makes him sad

And so, whenever you're insecure, he will always assure you that he's here for you and that he will absolutely support you so that you feel comfortable in your skin

He also likes to bite them IM SO SORRY

Nina

Personally, I feel like she'd be indifferent to your stretch marks

She's more of a personality person anyways, so she genuinly won't notice your insecurities unless you tell her about them

When you do tell her about them though, she will go out of her way to hype you up

"OH MY GOODNESS Y/N YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL IN THAT OUTFIT I LOVE YOU!!"

"Isn't my partner soooo beautiful and perfect? They're so special, I just wanna squish them until their eyes pop out of their sockets <333"

"BABY. IM GOING TO EAT YOU"

She definetly experiences cute aggression

I bet you couldn't guess

She is a bit of a loudmouth, so if you want her to simmer down about it, she would try her best but in the end, she just needs to share her love for you with the world

I think the most low-key she can get is occassionally she will squeal when she sees you, and sometimes she will lick your face

No, i will not elaborate

She's gonna do whatever you wanna do when it comes to comfort

Wanna hide them? She's got the concealer

Wanna embrace them? She will literally worship you until you are all flustered and embarassed, giggling and begging her to stop

Just want some lighthearted comfort? She will sit in your lap and look into your eyes lovingly, kissing your nose occasionally and laying on your shoulder the rest of the time

Toby

He's so wholesome with it, bless him

He's absolutely the type of gyy to give your marks little nicknames

Bearclaws, Tiger marks, etc

He understands being insecure about them, as he is a very insecure person himself

And so, when you tell him about your insecurities he will comfort you in the way he likes to be comforted

He will hold you protectively, keeping his nose buried in your sweet smelling hair, and rubbing small circles around the marks

If you aren't in the mood to be held, he will lay on his stomach in between your legs, tracing the marks and counting them

Or if you just want to be distracted from your body, he will turn on some calm music, and ramble all his thoughts to you as you rub his head

Publicly he doesn't do much with your stretch marks

He doesn't want you to be embarrassed

If you want him to show more public affection to your marks, you'll have to tell him

He will oblige happily, of course

He will come up behind you, place his hands pn your hips and sway the both of you side to side, whispering into your ear how beautiful you are, how happy you make him, how much he loves you, etc

Definitely the best out of the list to have for comfort

BEN

Like Jeff, he finds stretch marks to be very attractive

Though, he understands if you are insecure about them

He teases you about it (lovingly)

"But baby they're so hot! What do you mean you hate them??"

"Aww come on, you're gonna deny me your full beauty?"

Most of the time, you will have to tell him about your insecurities whilst he plays a video game

He's listening, i promise, he just refuses to not play video games

If you are in a really sad mood though, he'll pause the game, and rotate the chair over to look at you

He'll beckon you over with a "c'mere", and as you stand in front of him, he will hug you and rest his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you with a smile and kissing your hipbones

He'll talk to you softly, asking if you wanna sit with him

And as you sit on his lap, he continues to play his game, bragging to everyone on vc how gorgeous his partner is

He absolutely gets trolled for being a simp, but he knows you need it and above all, wants you to be happy

Publicly, he will also brag to people about how beautiful you are

Especially to Jeff since he sees him the most

"Oh my god dude, PLEASE shut up"

"You're just jealous you don't have a partner that's literally the most gorgeous person to ever exist. It's understandable, really. I mean, i know i would be"

"*stressed jeff noises*"

[anonymouscheeses]

Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

[koolades-world]

help im suck a bad wife I totally forgot it about his bday. had a chatic weekend so this is a little late, but it's the thought that counts right?

happy birthday to my favorite man and fellow cat lover <3333

Happy Birthday Satan!

While his brothers seemingly has no trouble figuring out what to get their youngest brother for his birthday, you were stumped this year. His brothers always found some sort of large group gift, and each of them pitched something smaller. You were also in on the group gift, since the other brothers would feel bad if your name wasn’t added. However, you’d already exhausted your ideas for small gifts for him.

One year, it has been a rare, signed copy of his favorite book that you hunted for. Another time, you’d arranged a lunch with his favorite author (with the help of Simeon). For his past birthday, you’d had a day just doing his favorite things, since at that point, you’d also been running out of ideas at that point.

But, you couldn’t show up empty handed to his party. While you knew that his love for you wouldn’t be affected by a simple gift, it was something you wanted to do for him. You thought for hours on it, and couldn’t come up with anything he didn’t already have. So, instead, you decided to handmake something. That way, he'd have that memory forever, and it would be unique.

So, you got to work. First, you decided to make a handmade card. It seemed a bit childish at first, but you knew he'd appreciate the sentiment. It took you about an hour to complete it in a way you were happy with. You set it aside and promptly began the more challenging task.

The way you and Satan had initially bonded was over Alice in Wonderland. You'd just so happened to have the book in your bag when you'd been teleported into the Devildom. That, along with the other contents of you bag, were scattered around the room you'd been given. Satan had entered your room for some trivial reason neither of you remembered, and had had his attention diverted by the book on your desk. Your first real conversation was about the book. The conversation had gone so well, in fact, the two of you agreed to get coffee together the next day to continue the talk. After the events of the Lucifer-Satan body swap, the rest was history.

The book itself was now in poor condition. The pages were worn and stained. The cover was falling apart and taped back together in a few places. It was clear that the book was loved, and that the two of you had flipped through it easily hundreds of times. In honor of the beginning of your relationship, you decided to refurbish the book, and give the cover a well needed makeover. Using what he had taught you, you used a spell to repair the cover. However, you'd decided to leave the pages the way they were. It was still legible, and you loved that it was easy to tell how loved it was. Rather than just leaving it there, you designed and handmade a new jacket for the book that encapsulated all the memories you'd made together thanks to this very copy of the book.

The overall project took you easily all night. You could've put it down and done it in a few sessions, but you just couldn't. You wanted nothing more than to complete it. Once it was done, you tucked it under your bed in a box easily a week in advance for his birthday. So, you didn't really think anything of it when the other brothers caused a ruckus in your room the day of his birthday.

"Boys! Go get changed for Satan's birthday dinner. We're going to be late." You entered your room, already in the outfit you planned to wear. Asmo and Mammon seemed close to squaring up in the center of your room. Neither of them were ready, oddly enough. They acknowledged you, but didn't stop. "I don't care what this argument is over. Just go change and I'll sort it out later, ok?" You sighed, and tried to shoo them out of the room.

"But it wasn't my fault." Mammon insisted.

"We can talk about this tomorrow. Go get ready." It was odd of neither of the usually amiable brothers to budge. Usually, they caved pretty easily for you. You stopped Beel, who was passing by. You were not in the mood to bargain with them.

"Beel, please do me a favor and get them out of here? I have some snacks I can give you here somewhere." You quickly opened your bedside table and pulled out a bag of unopened chips. Beel happily accepted them, and did as you asked. Both Asmo and Mammon flipped out after their standoff had been interrupted. It involved lots of flailing of limbs, and the dragging of the carpet. It was pulled out just enough to reveal the nicely wrapped present. With several well timed swinging of limbs, the present was kicked through the open door, and into a table in the corridor. Before you could even think about running to get it back, a vase filled with flowers topped off the table, and onto the present.

You rushed to the present, inspecting it. It was completely drenched in water and covered in wet flower petals. You didn't want to open it, but you knew the book was likely ruined. As you were making the debate, crouched down in the hallway, the demon you wanted to see least in that moment walked up to you.

"I heard commotion." Satan rushed towards you. "You're not hurt, are you?" He glanced into you room, and took a large step back as Beel passed through with the spatting brothers.

"No, I'm alright. Thanks for asking." You let out a dejected sigh.

"I won't ask, if you don't want to tell me." Satan offered.

"It's only fair that I do." You weren't exactly sure how to go about explaining the situation. You got off the ground, and extended the soggy box to him. "Happy birthday." You tried to sound as happy as possible.

"You don't have to give this to me now." Despite his words, Satan accepted the present.

"It's probably ruined, but I felt bad opening it myself." When Satan saw that you weren't going to budge, he began opening it.

"I'm sure it's still fine." The wrapping paper gave way easily, and the waterlogged cardboard top was placed onto the same table the flowers had been on. Satan's face light up at the sight of the contents of the box. He set the other side of the box down and lifted the book into the air. It was untouched any traces of water, and looked just as it had when you'd wrapped it up.

"Mc, this is beautiful." He opened the book, and quickly realized just exactly what copy it was.

"It's not damaged." You were astonished.

"How long did this take?" He flipped it over in his hands, running his fingers over the picture of the two of you on the back cover.

"About a night." You admitted, hoping he wouldn't lay into you about it.

"Did you do this last week, when you were locked up in your room?" Laughed edged his voice.

"You know me too well." You couldn't help smile yourself.

"The reason why it's probably not damaged is whatever repair spell you used on the book. But, it just as equally could be the amount of love you put into this." As he said that, the picture of the two of you sheened a glittery gold.

"Well, this isn't how I'd planned to give it to you, but I'm really glad you like it." You opened your arms, offering him a hug. He accepted, leaning into you.

"I love it." He gave you a kiss on the forehead. "Since it's my birthday, I'd like you to read this with me." He smiled.

"You're finally using your birthday powers, I see." When you'd first introduced to concept to him, he'd thought it was strange. But now, he was more than happy to use it in his favor.

"So? Will I be seeing you?" He teased you.

"We're going out to dinner together, and we're coming back to the same house. Of course you will." You took note of just how quickly the sight of his smile could turn around a sour mood.

"Great. It's a date then." He gave you another little kiss before letting you go to take your hand. "Let's head to the front. Not everyone is ready yet, so we can have some us time." Satan held the book in his other hand.

"I like the sound of that." You felt so lucky to have him in your life. "Happy birthday, Satan."

[petersbaby]

Stepbro!steve x Reader installment #1

Warnings: stepcest, smut (sex), cum talk. A short one

A/N: third story of the day woo. So listen I’m not sure the direction I want this to go quite yet, I’m not sure if I wanna make installments like I did with stepbro eddie or if I want to just make a bunch of different fics that stand alone. For now, we’re gonna call this installment #1 :)

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“God, you look so fucking good. You know that, right? Know you’re torturing me?”

“Yeah right.”

It’s apparently about the outfit you’re wearing, but really, he says this pretty much every day. He thinks it’s flattering, but it can just be annoying most of the time.

“I’m serious. Don’t walk away from me.”

“I have things to do, Steve.”

“Yeah? And I think *im* the first thing on the list.” He says, looking down at an imaginary piece of paper.

“Yeah, no, it doesn’t say that. Also, that list isn’t real.”

He comes up behind you, clothed cock rubbing against your bare ass as you’re bent slightly over to reach something.

“Stop. They’re right there, stupid.”

You both glance over at your respective parents in the living room from where you are in the kitchen.

“C’mon, be nice.” He frowns.

He was annoying, but he was really fucking good at making up for it. You decided you’d have him make up for it now, at least he’d be good for something.

“I will be nice, in the bathroom.” You smile and run up the stairs. He follows you up to the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door behind you. He gets way into your personal space, having no sense of it. The smell of him invaded your senses and enveloped you.

“God, bend over for me.”

You do, leaning against the counter, and you skirt rides almost all the way up. He takes generous handfuls of your ass and squeezes hard, as well as delivering some small but effective spanks that had you whimpering.

He presses up against you from behind again, cock even harder now, straining against his blue jeans. He ruts into your core, teasing you, leaving you needing more. He knows you want him, of course he does.

“Please, Steve.”

“Aww, good manners.” He talks to you as if you’re a dog who just did the right trick.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong panties, pulling them off of you, but they stick a bit.

He smirks, you can see it in the mirror.

“This wet for me?”

“Yes, for you, dumbass.”

“What happened to being nice, hmm?”

“I’ll be nice when you give me what I want.”

“I’ll give you everything, baby. Shit, I’ll give you everything.”

He finishes pulling your panties off, then moves to unfastening his belt, button and zipper. He pushes them down his legs, to just above his knees. He runs the tip through your folds, spreading the wetness all over.

“Fuck, so warm.” He comments quietly, feeling heat radiating from your core, begging for him to come in. “Ready?”

“Mhm.” You nod, desperately trying to be patient but failing. Thankfully, he finally pushes in, and you let out a light, breathy moan. You know you need to be quiet but can’t, drunk on the way he stretches your tight pussy out every single time. He pulls out and pushes back into you, starting to thrust in and out, and you struggle not to whine.

His nails dig in to your ass while he picks up the pace, slamming into you unforgivingly and hitting your cervix. The moan that came out, just came out. You didn’t give it permission, but it didn’t care.

He takes one hand off your ass to bring it to your face, covering your mouth with it. You make eye contact with him in the mirror, both of you looking incredibly raw and desperate. His expression gives a warning, a warning to be quiet.

You nod your head as much as you can, to tell him you’ll try, but another moan comes out the second he removes his hand and thrusts into you deeper than ever.

“Shut up.” He whispers harshly in your ear, losing patience but having an idea.

He pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, and you happily suck on them. It keeps you busy and quiet, and it was definitely a sight to see. You took his fingers all the way to the back of your throat, treating them just as if they were his cock.

“So dumb, fucked stupid. Such a slut for her ‘brother’, hmm?”

“Mhm,” you try to say but fail.

“Yeah, I know. Being good for me. Be real fucking good for me.”

He continues to pound you from behind, ruthlessly getting harder and harder. Each time hitting a spot deep within you that had you falling apart quickly.

He could tell you were gonna orgasm just from the way you tightened on him, and he clasped his saliva covered hand over your mouth to quieten your impending release.

When you cum, he shows no mercy, still fucking you hard and deep at the same pace, maybe even harder than before. When he doesn’t stop after you cum, you get a second orgasm quickly, this time squirting around him and feeling the fluid dripping down your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. So. Fucking. Hot.” He enunciated each word with a thrust.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum, baby.” He says in a hushed tone, both hands gripping your ass again. You feel him unload into you, hot cum painting your walls.

He didn’t stop til he had absolutely nothing left. He said he would give you everything, and he did. You felt like a toy for him, just a place for him to dump his cum, and you were okay with that.

He pulled out of you, panting.

“God, pretty girl, you’re so beautiful. So good.”

You turn to face him and he places a giant kiss on your forehead, leaving slobber that you wipe off with your sleeve. You’re so happy when he’s sweet afterwards, because you don’t feel used; but loved.

“Thank you, Stevie, but get out. I need to take a shower now.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” He says, hands up in defeat. You smile as he opens the door, looks both ways, and leave. You lock the door behind him and get ready for your shower.

[decaffeinatedlovekitten-blog]

Ice cream & Second Chances

i wrote this on a whim lmk if u like it idk if this is any good but im bored (also any prompts or ideas are welcome!)

The streets here were the same, everything was nearly identical, but what could possibly be different here, than in his reality?

“Miguel O’Hara!” 

In all of his years as Spiderman, Miguel never felt frozen in place as he did now. You were here. You weren’t supposed to see him. 

“Miguel! I am so glad you are here, I was checking my schedule and realized that I can finally get drinks with everyone this weekend! Oh, I am so excited.” You exclaimed loudly walking his way, looking down at your phone trying to find something. 

He stayed silent watching you the whole time not knowing how to approach you. This was a new universe. A different type of everything and even one wrong word can have him ostracized. 

“I’m glad… I missed you.” he finally decided to respond. 

You lifted your head and immediately looked at him. “Oh, Miguelito. Your eyes look like they’ve seen a lot recently. How long was I gone from you?” 

He took the time to stare at you. 

You started speaking through his pensive thinking, “I mean I know that trip in Italy took forever, but I didn’t think I would miss you so much that you’d get buffer and more devastatingly handsome.”

You said this and immediately started softly touching his face and gazed at his hair, shoulders, and outfit. “As a matter of fact, I don't think I have ever seen you wear this. Where’d you get it??” 

Your own thoughts started to spiral, something was different about Migeul, he was never one to have much energy after work, and Gabriella, and here he is with the body of a Greek god. 

He gently pried your eyes away holding them together in his own and stared down at you. “I’ve had some extra time on my hands” he lied. 

“Really? Speaking of time, have you picked Gabriella yet? I know she's been dying for some ice cream after practice and I promised to be with her this time when it was over.” You rambled on talking about your recent trip, the people you met, the work, and even the architecture. 

“Also, are you going to drive? Or did you want me to go pick her up and meet you at the ice cream parlor? I don't know if you’ve got any errands to run right now, but I do remember you mentioned you had something to do before we could meet up. 

You turned to him and he smiled gently, “No, cariño. I think my schedule cleared up today.” 

You gazed back at him feebly, “Miguel... Don't make this harder on me. I know you didn’t want the baby and I know you didn’t feel the same way I did. I know I am humoring you, but don’t do that to me. You already let me down gently enough. Don’t give me hope.” You pried your hands away from his and moved away turning your back to him when your phone began to ring.

This reality genuinely can’t be. Gorgeous, lovely, beautiful you, the mother of his child, and his alternate self had rejected you? Sure, in his universe you were in his life for years now, and he had loved you but things never escalated. You never showed interest and his time as Spiderman and Alchemex’s best scientists ate most of the time anyway. If you had loved him here, how could he ever give this all up?

You turned back around once you were done with whoever was on the other line. Taking a deep breath in and out you said, “C’mon, I think we need some ice cream and time with our little bug.”

(lmk how it is this is probably the first time i have ever written anything publicly)

[spkyspc]

drizzle

for once in my life, i finally asked him out. it's quite a ride really, we had our ups and downs but for once, its official. well, not yet at least, but a date is a start to it; that being a few minutes later so. all i could do as of now is just wait. he's always been a little shy in the brinks of our eyes meeting, but i hope today changes that thought of his - it just has to. a change in our ever-so-cycling routine of constant interactions, it's about time.

it's 8pm and drizzle began to drip down as the night sky shuts its starry gaze with a camouflaging haze. at that point, i was already near arriving the supposed place of where everything should unfold. its a pity really; i didn't bring an umbrella and what else a ruiner it is that an outfit meant to please the eye be ruined by smudges of small drops and stops.

as i stepped out of the cab i ordered; giving the payment for my ride, i felt this uneasy feeling of warmth and shiver - two sets of emotion polar opposite to eachother yet are intertwined at this moment on. expecting the light from the cafe shine onto the car instead blocked by a shadow. with instinct, i turn around to not be surprised by the gentleman who we offered dinner to.

i say so as i know it's one of his attempts to persuade, but let me remind you it isn't yet the main event

"can't stay wet yet, you know," he says. "save that thought for after-dinner at least". silence fills the room until he breaks into laughter while taking back his words into a joke.

i love that about him

we've been friends for quite some time, hearing stuff like this is normal - though an occasion as this? i can't help but think different of it

as we escort ourselves to the entrance of the cafe, we ask whether seats are available; no, says the receptionist. "wait, I thought you did the reservations," i say. "but you asked me out???," reply he.

as our eyes lock during a stressful exchange, a conclusion was set that a change of plans had to be made. we apologised immediately to the receptionist and bid our fairwell amidst the rain.

so, what now?

the rain is beginning to catch on into a more intense weather; leaving us two in the rain beneath a singular umbrella. drips, tacks and taps could be heard from the umbrella; the cold breeze finishes as the cherry on top, but what stops me from thinking of those struggles is just being beside him.

he's warm, so very warm. i could listen to his heavy breathing despite the loud shudders of the surroundings - you could say it's alarming. from this on, all i wanted to do was just get closer to him. feel all the more warmer, i want him to be my blanket or at least just a hug is enough.

i couldnt help but get lost in thought until he began to speak his mind - "you know, we should really find something to do before things get worse, maybe find cover or at least the nearest restaurant? it doesnt need to be fancy."

"you hungry?" i ask

"not really," he answered, then in a panic: "but let's not waste any more time, we gotta find someplace before it all goes away"

"right," i say. i take my phone out and start loo-

all of sudden, my hand was dragged - we're both running now. phone still being held; the umbrella was shut closed and whats left is just us two sprinting through the rain ontop of the city pavement.

he's laughing, and i can't help but chuckle a bit as well. his hand wrapped around my wrist, all i could focus of now is just the sight of him and me running through the streets. the city lights shunning our eyes uniformly as we pass through them one by one.

as we ran, i asked while out of breath "where are we going?"

"no idea!!!!" he replied with a burst of ecstasy.

editor's note: sooo uhhhh this is my first ever post and one shot, if there's anything that u guys think i should write or maybe if u wanna share ur thoughts, feel free to say anything! also, im a bit new to tumblr so pls do share on what i should do and most importantly, hope u enjoyed this one shot :D

[blackheart-6]

dess-ember day 31/31

hi yall

today i bring my final entry!! i cant believe i made it

its a dess ref, but after the events of deltarune, where i imagine she will be freed

fun fact, i actually made the dess ref i still use exactly a year ago, so thats neat ^^

im not sure if I will keep this design for her being older (the age i usually draw her as is like 15 or 16), but i feel like it turned out okay

i made her a researcher (she researches things to do with souls and magic, things that exist in deltarune but arent really known about in my headcanons), but im unsure if it was the right choice. i imagine she got stuck with gaster in the code for a couple of years, but before that she didnt know what she wanted to do with her life. the way I see it, the gaster in the code with her is the one from undertale, so he has a lot of knowledge on magic and stuff, and learning about it was interesting and helpful for her, and after she got out she wanted to share her knowledge and learn more.

as i said, i dont know if this was a good choice of career, considering she wasnt really the type to become a researcher, but she also changed when she was in the code, so idk. i might change it later.

and for her design, i tried to keep her unruly look as much as possible, despite her job. i changed her hairstyle, keeping it short but giving her a side part and little hair pieces in front of her ears.

i also gave her glasses. i imagine shes needed them for awhile, but she didnt want to look like a nerd 😂 now shes just accepted her fate. i also gave her piercings on her ears, just as a callback to some of my older drawings of her, where i gave her piercings there too.

for her outfit, i gave her a pair of basic dress pants, and a turtleneck (because i love turtlenecks a bit too much lol). and then i gave her a green jacket/coat thing, cause i had to keep her with green, ofc.

and for accessories, i gave her a watch (to match with noelles watch), and i gave her a bracelet with noelles sweater colors. i also gave her a white ring on her left hand, because when i looked it up that was where aro rings were (i hope thats accurate lol).

and thats it, my final entry! its so weird that im here, i didnt think i would make it. i thought id get bored, or too busy, or run out of ideas or something, but i made it. there was a lot of struggle sometimes, and there was ideas i had planned that i never got to, but i feel like it really helped me, having this month. ive definitely gotten better at drawing dess, and i feel like my anatomy and posing had gotten better ^^. though, i dont know if ill do this again. it was difficult, and next year ill be in college, so i might be too busy. i guess we will just wait and see 😁

during this month, ive also thought a lot about dess in general. i have so many thoughts and ideas involving her, yet we still have such little knowledge on her. its weird, i have this whole dess created, but one day she will become obsolete, and we will see who dess actually is. i dont know how to feel about it. but, until we actually see dess, i plan to keep drawing my dess, and i might keep drawing her after we see dess, it just depends. even if im nervous to see her, i cant wait either!

but thats enough of my ramblings, im sure nobody read all that, so for a tldr, i just talked about why i designed older dess like that, my thoughts on my dess-ember, and my thoughts on dess ^^

i hope yall have a wonderful new years!! 🥳🥳

[denzartriste]

Hi denz do you have any set designs for any of the other characters in you pirate AU? (I Might need ideas for art mayhaps :D) like you can choose any character or characters you want

I also just liked seeing your thoughts about technos design bc it made more sense to me when then reading the newest chapter

Hi Ýr! I actually do, and also've drawn up some designs (Ranboo especially, since i needed a visual refrence for their entire. Situation.) The top two drawings are a bit older since i did them a while ago, but i still think its accurate?

The bottom one was the first of the new drawings i did, and i think its a bit obvious but that's fine. Gonna just point things out because i think that's the best way to explain :D Also trying not to delve too too much into spoilers but it will be tricky.

The before thing is referencing mainly when Ranboo met Tommy and Tubbo, it's after the boat crashing. Shaded parts are white, because ranboo scars white, and the mouth scars are placed where the jaw connects to the rest of the head. He also has ones on their tear ducks, thats what the scar lines near the eyes are. The top before drawing (the side profile one) has ranboo's braid still in, but thats technicly wrong because while Ranboo had their braid in when they met Tommy and Tubbo, they never tied it again. No reason to that, Ranboo just didnt feel a need to do it.

Their braid is tied on the right

The now drawings include the bandage, cause Ranboo doesnt really want to show his scars (bandage is tricky to do himself, but he can do it and usually does. There is a Reason in chapter 2 Ranboo asks tommy specificly to help him re-bandage his face.)

Last thing about them cause i know this is getting rambly (fully aware no one minds, but also i am trying to be clear and FAILING) : Ranboo has pointed ears. This is not a normal thing. Techno doesnt mention it because he choses not to notice it, but it felt impoprtant to mention since im talking about Ranboo's design.

Little baby tommy zoom in (i doodled it so small lmao sorry bout the pixels)

I just felt like drawing him very little and young. The scar is face paint wow i wonder if its familiar i wonder if thats like, a hint to something who knowsssss :) (Also it might just be mud actually, not face paint. He put mud right next to his eye and he thought it looked SO cool)

Also, pigtails. That was important. He has pigtails. In my heart it matters, fem tommy for the win he deserves to have longer hair

ALSO. The full body is inacurate, but it would be spoilers to do an accurate kid tommy so i sadly can't. When it's revealed i will as a little sorry (and also cause i REALLY wanna draw it but shhh thats not important) (it might also be related to why Ranboo asked Tommy to help him with his bandages. But i refuse to give away more than that)

Last but not least, Tubbo!!!!

He is NOT bald i just didnt want to draw more, so i took an screeshot of and older drawing of his scar because i think that's important. His eye droops and his face is a bit messed up, he also can't hear out of his left ear (obviously) but his other ear isnt that good at hearing either. Tubbo's been around cannons since he was too little to understand that, hey, maybe covering your ears will be helpful in the long run. But he was little and no one ever told him. He figured it out now, but his reflex is more of 'tense and stay very still' instead of 'cover your ears and duck'

He also tends to wear heavy outfits. Like, a big jacket and big boots and just clothes that are so puffy that they give him a round silhouette if that makes sense

[katierosedreams2]

Im not a sissy…5

The school year has just flown by! It felt like just yesterday when I was dressed in my latex maid outfit, covered in cum, getting locked into my new ultra-micro chastity cage. I can hardly remember the crazy year we have had. So many parties! So many cocks! I can’t even clearly remember them all. And I’ve almost completely forgotten what it was like to not be a sissy slut. It feels more like it was a movie I had watched once rather than my own previous life.

If I really think back to when I was a child, I feel more like I was a girl dressed like a boy, rather than an actual boy. It’s weird how that works. Today I woke up excited, It was the end of the school year and Kailey and we had both finished our finals! Even though we partied and snuck into so many bars, we also studied a lot. That was one of the conditions of her parents for us to live in their apartment. We must get good grades. I always felt busy. Between getting ready for each day, studying, partying and cleaning the house, I had almost no free time anymore. 

Today I got up and walked to the bathroom to pee. I slept naked last night. The weather had been perfect to keep the windows open, but not too hot to need to run the AC. I saw my reflection in the mirror as I entered and saw my thin girly body with this small metal thing. Looking down, it was perfectly flat from my view. I looked so feminine. I also looked so skinny! Kailey has had me on a very very strict diet recently. I swear it’s been mostly water, booze, and cum! What has my life become? 

I started the shower and got in to shave and wash my long blond hair. It takes so long to shower, so so many products to make me pretty. But I guess it’s worth it. I do feel pretty! I got out and dyed off with our big, soft, fluffy towels. I then spent a long time drying my hair and then doing my makeup.  I knew I was going to put my hair up in a pony tail and I wanted a more natural look for my makeup. Lots of mascara and natural colored eye shadow, and not too dramatic either. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went to pick out my outfit. It’s going to be an exciting day, a nice day for a party to kick off summer. 

I picked out this super cute black vinyl bikini set and a matching skirt as a cover up and paired it with a pair of Pleaser 6 inch strap heels, also black in color, of course. I laid them out carefully on my perfectly made bed. I then put on one of my maid's uniforms. A short sleeveless dress maid of satin. I slipped into some black pumps and left my room to go start Kaileys coffee as I do every morning. 

She was already up and sitting on the couch watching tv and shopping on her phone. Her make-up and hair were already done to perfection but she was still in her pjs. Pink satin short shorts and a small white tank top. “Good morning girl! How are you doing today!” I called to her from the kitchen as I made us both a cup of coffee. “Hey sissy girl! Wow, you look so cute! Are you excited for today?” She replied as she turned to see me. 

“I’m very excited! Although I have no idea who you have invited!” I spoke as I worked, knowing my time to finish my chores and get ready was very short. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll really enjoy our guest!” As Kailey spoke I could hear her smile in her voice. 

I’ve come to learn exactly what she meant. This was going to be a sex party. And with all of this studying we have been doing the last few weeks, I haven’t even had time to even think about sucking a real cock, let alone have one actually rammed down my throat. I could feel the thought making my little clitty leak in its cage. I can’t believe I’m actually excited about this. Excited to suck and gage on a superior dick! To get fucked by men with big thick massive cocks! And get filled and covered in cum! I can’t believe I’ve just become so incredibly horny and desperate that being used to please a real man gives me enough pleasure alone to make me cum!

I’ve only came twice since Kailey locked me in my new chastity. Although the last time nothing really came out at all. I just leaked some clear fluid. I think between the tightness of my chastity cutting off almost all cerculation to my tiny testicals and the hormones I’ve been taking have ruined me for good. I truly just get wet now, and I cum just like the sissy girl I have been forced to become. 

I swayed my hips seductively as my heels clicked against the floor to hand Kailey her coffee. I don't really walk any other way these days. The thought of sucking cock still on my mind. “Thanks Rose! You’re a wonderful sissy girl! Oh and when you make my bed, can you please change the sheets first. I finally had time to use my favorite dildo last night and I can’t believe it but I ended up squirting all over my bed! I pasted out shortly afterward from the incredible orgasm, so I wasn’t able to do it myself!” 

“Lucky you! I still haven’t cum since that club we went to downtown and those four guys took us into that back room.” I said without thinking much about it as I walked away. We both know she’s cum almost every single day I’ve been in chastity. “Oh well I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. You just need more dick I guess!” I could tell she wasn’t actually sorry for me. I know she loves my horny misery. It really seems to turn her on when I’m desperate and denied. 

I’ve gotten so used to this, and have found myself truly giving in, all of my will power crushed, excepting my life as it is. I couldn’t help but agree with her. “I know right!” I spoke almost absent-minded as I walked off to her room to change her sheets. I stripped the dirty sheets off of her bed and I thought back as to how I got here. With Trent forcing me to become a sissy and now Kailey keeping me this way. I can’t even remember what it was like to wear boy's clothes or even leave the house without makeup. The thought frightened me. Leave the house without makeup! Oh god, I don’t think I could ever do that! 

These girly thoughts didn’t scare me. I actually felt comforted by them. As I worked, my mind wondered, and by the time I finished changing the sheets and had the old ones in the wash, my mind was on boys. How many guys were coming over today? How big would their cocks be? How much would they cum? My mind was fixated on them. I’ve come to learn that pleasing a real man's dick is the only way I can get any pleaser myself. 

“You’re thinking about sucking cock aren’t you?!” Kailey shouted from behind. I didn’t know she was there and I literally jumped from surprise! Also, how did she know?? “What?! No.” I hardly got out, not even convincing myself. 

“Ha! You are! I knew it!” Kailey was overjoyed with this fact. “How did you know?” I didn’t even try to fight it. It didn’t even seem worth it. “You start moving extra seductively and you have this cute little smile and this sparkle in your eyes.” She said with this big pretty smile on her face. “It’s super cute! I love seeing just how much you have grown!” 

I could only blush. I felt complimented and proud by what she was saying. I knew I should fight this, but too much of me wanted this. And my wet panties were just another sign of this fact. 

I worked quickly on my chores with the time the party was to start rapidly approaching. We were going to have the party on our very large patio. I worked my butt off making sure everything was perfect, clean, and that there were plenty of snacks and drinks. I was changing out of my maid uniform and into my outfit for the party as I heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by the clicking of Kailys heels to answer it. I could hear her greet the guests and welcome them in. The deep voices of a large group of men filled the halls and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I have been so horny and I truly have been opening up to accept myself as the slut I have become.

I checked my outfit and hair in the mirror, quickly applied more lipgloss and then rushed out of my room to see our guests! As I turned the corner, I saw 5 guys all standing around Kailey. The shortest of them probably being 6 feet, but most well above that. Even in her heels Kailey was dwarfed by the strong, tall, masculine men. 

There was just enough time for the men to notice me when another knock on the door came. Since I was closest, I’d answer the door. “Hey guys! Thanks for coming! I’ll be right back, I’ll just go get the door!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement and arousal. I walked as seductively as I could, hoping I was sexy enough to keep all of them staring at my very perky ass. 

I opened the door to a very large group of very tall strong men mixed in with them were some of our girl friends dressed just as sexy and slutty as Kailey and I. “Hey every one! Come in, let’s party!” A wave of cheers was yelled back as a response from the group. The mixture of the men's deep voices talking and the clicking of the girls high heels filled our house instantly. Most men weren’t wearing much, short board shorts an a tank top at most. I could tell none of them were wearing underwear and I couldn’t help but stare at every guy and just be amazed and aroused by how big each one’s dick was! They were completely massive! 

Kailey and I somehow got the large group of people to head outside on to our patio. The weather was warm, but not hot. Our very large hot tube was on a cool setting, so it would be refreshing. The music was good, and the booze was flowing. Before long, all of us girls were grinding and dancing with several guys each. 

I was grinding my ass against a guy's huge cock. He grabbed my hips, forcing me against him, guiding my movements as my vinyl skirt slipped smoothly over his shorts, making his dick throb with every movement. The guy in front of me held my head as he stuck his tongue down my throat, keeping me from escaping his kisses. My hands couldn’t push them away either, as they were both busy rubbing the cocks over top the shorts of the men on either sides of me. I was trapped by these real men, already being used as their plaything, and my little clitty trapped in its cage leaked more than it had in some time. If erections were even possible for me, which they aren’t, I’d be as hard as a rock. 

I was in heaven. I lost track of everything else going on around me other than these four horny men making me feel so small and girly. I haven’t done a single thing to a girl that anyone of these real men are doing to me. I never will. I am a failure as a man. I am a weak sissy girl. A slutty sissy faggot, and the thought couldn’t have turned me on more. I let out a loud moan as I made out with the giant of a man. And as my ass rubbed against the cock desperately trying to turn it on so much that he finally disregards my consent and fuck me so hard. I can’t stand it, my hands frantically finding the waistbands of the shorts of both the guys on my sides. My pretty manicured finger tips gently and seductively pulling down their shorts and wrapping around their huge dicks. They gently rubbed up and down the large hard shafts. The guy behind me saw this and finally got the message. 

“Get this horny little slut over there!” I heard him yell out to the other men. He then grabbed me by my hips and picked me up. The two on my side both grabbed my hands and the guy I was kissing grabbed the hair on the back of my head. They carried me like a little sex doll over to one of the small tables we had. They pinned me down on my stomach. My high heels hardly on the ground, leaving my ass sticking out in the air. As they pinned me down, the guy in front of me threw his shorts down and just as my head hung off the other side of the small table, his massive cock approached my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept one of the most perfect dicks I'd ever seen. Excited I was going to be used for his pleaser and the pleaser of all the other men. I immediately gagged by it’s huge size as he wasted no time shoving it all the way down my whole throat in one forceful motion. He wasn’t going to wait for me to warm up and I felt his balls slap against my chin from the force and depth of his first thrust. Setting the tone as to how this was going to go.

The two men on my side also wasted no time in redirecting my hands to both of their cocks, forcing me to jerk both of them off. The man behind me also didn’t wait for any consent and pulled up my skirt, pulling my biking bottoms to the side and stuck his raw cock in my tight little asshole as he pinned me down by the small of my back. I had snuck some lube up there right before the party. I had learned from way too many past experiences to come prepared to make men cum. He was so thick though, it felt like I might split in half. And I did my best to try and relax and ignore the pain, but that happening at the same time as the guy shoving his cock down my throat, it was hard to do. He didn’t care though and followed the exact same aggressive approach as the guy in front of me. Forcing it deep inside of me.

All I could do was moan and gag from the pain. I could hardly stand it! I was totally helpless, I was too weak, girly, and pathetic to stop these real men from using me like a slutty sex doll. As much as it hurt, the reality of the gang rape I was being forced to be subjected to was such a turn on. I was leaking so much in my tiny micro chastity, desperate to be used by these men and hoping I could cum as a result of being their cock slave. Maybe their cum can fill my tight little ass as it overfills my mouth and rains all over me. Maybe then I could finally cum.

I was struggling to breathe from the huge thick cock fucking my face, filling up half of my whole throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I desperately gasped for air when I could. He didn’t care, he wanted to skull fuck me and he was going to. It was hard to focus on the two huge cocks I was jerk off, but every time I slowed down they had no problem grabbing my small little wrist and forcing me to move at the pace they wanted. Struggling to breathe helped keep my mind off the pain from the intense ass fucking I was getting. They didn’t want to be gentle and were putting me through the roughest fucking I have ever had.

I still tried my hardest to please and worship their big strong long thick dicks. This is all about their pleaser and I wanted them to feel so good. I wanted to make these real superior men cum, cum all over me and fill me up. I’m there cum slut and I’m desperate for it! 

Eventually, I was able to relax enough to get into their rhythm. I felt the guy behind me pounding my g spot over and over again, working me closer to an orgasm. But the taste and feel of the big cock fucking my mouth was what was getting me closest. I don’t know why, but since I’ve been locked in chastity, most of the orgasms I’ve had are just from sucking dick. I’ve even had one just from practicing my blowjobs on my dildo. 

Then I felt it, the cock in my right hand twitch and throb, the man grunted “don’t you dare stop slut!” As I felt him cum, it squirting over my arm, and then on to my back. As he moaned a masculine moan, the man on my left also started to cum and moan. I focused all I could on keeping my rhythm the same for both of them as my small pretty feminine hands stroked the cum out of these cocks. Jerking them off, rubbing up and down, something my micro cock hasn’t experienced in years and never will again. 

The guy behind me then picked up his pace, his breathing got heavier and his massive penis thrusting as deep as it could go. His balls slapping me with such force it stung.  Then he throbbed so intensely and I felt his cum fill my ass. He kept thrusting over and over and I felt his cum starting to run down my legs. 

As he continued to pound my ass, the perfect dick that had been distorting my throat finally started to throb. He finally pulled it all the way out of my throat but just enough to keep his head in my mouth and shot more cum into my mouth than I had ever experienced. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't swallow fast enough. It shot out of my nose and the sides of my mouth. Dribbling down my chin. He slowly pumped the head of his cock back and forth in my mouth, messaging his tip with my tongue.  

The guy behind me finally pulled out and shot more cum on my ass. The large flood of cum he pumped into me spilled down my legs from my gaping hole. I was so close to cumming, so desperate, but I wasn’t able to. In my hopeless desperation I wiggled my ass, begging to be fucked more. 

Finally, as the last cock left my body, freeing my mouth, I gasped for air. I have no idea how long that happened for, or what anyone else was doing during that whole time. I looked up at the tall sexy man whose incredible dick I was sucking. “Thank you so much daddy!” I said without even thinking. He looked down at my cum covered face and said “Thats right you little sissy slut, your lucky to worship my dick. Beg daddy to suck his cock more.” I blushed and smiled “May I please suck your cock more daddy?” Fluttering my long lashes.

“You have to earn it bitch. You have to go on a date with me.” His large authoritative voice 

so manly compared to mine. “What if I don’t want to?” I playfully flirted back, but secretly upset that he would immediately deny me. 

“That wasn’t a question, slut! It was a command sissy girl.” He said in his strong voice as he grabbed my cum coved hand and wrapped it around his still hard cock and forced me to gently stroke it. 

“What do you say faggot?” He’s demanding questioning tone frightened and aroused me. I jerked him off and said, “Please daddy, I want to worship your cock. May I please go out with you?!” I tried to sound as girly and sexy as I possibly could. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for it. Tell me what a slut you are and how desperate you are.” He looked so strong, tall, and sexy and his commands combined with rubbing his cock, the taste and smell of his cum still in my mouth turned me on more and more. I felt an orgasm building up.

"Please daddy! Please, I’m a pathetic little sissy slut. I’m desperate to worship your cock and get your cum! Please let me please your dick! I'll be your perfect little cock slave! I want your dick!..” I was so desperate I was almost crying now. As I rubbed his dick, and verbally degraded myself, it finally happened, I came. It was so obvious because I stopped mid sentence, all I could do was moan and buck my ass like I was getting fucked while it happened. Still jerking off his cock as though each strok was making me cum more. 

As soon as I finished, he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face to look at him through my blurred vision. He said, “Now you may go on a date with me to worship my cock sissy. Now lick that cum off of you!” He then let go of my hair and walked away. I was left there all alone, covered in cum, and in a cloud of uforia. My heart and mind raced. I haven’t been on a date since I was with Trent! Oh my god, do I like this guy?! I didn’t want to think about that now.

Finally, after I regained my strength, I got up and started to do as I was told. I started licking my whole body clean of cum. This is when I noticed that everyone else also fucked each other and were all just about finished as well. Kailey snapped a photo of me as I licked my fingers clean. 

She then walked over to me, she too was covered in cum. “Hey slut! I heard you had fun, so much fun that you’re going on a date with Mason!” I just blushed “He told me you begged to worship his dick so badly it finally made you came just from that!! How pathetic! You really are a cock slave sissy girl!” She laughed in her cute little laugh. “Here post this super cute pic of you licking his cum! You look so sexy but there’s defiantly something missing, right about here.” She then grabbed my bikini top. “We need to get this little girl some boobs!”

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[brb-on-a-quest]

For the writer asks: 4, 15, 27, and 30 <3

HI IGGY!! :) :) :) tysm; i haven't actually looked through most of these yet so I should do that first XD. Numbers are from here

4- (story idea I haven't written yet)

Ok so I have started this one but then decided I hated it so it's mulling on the back burner until I have more energy to rehash it out for better stuff is part of The Doctor and The Butler storyarc(?world?) at this point, but basically the robins all take the Doc on a Proper Road Trip and it All Goes To Chaos(tm) because the Doctor Does Not Do RoadTrips in the slightest because he just pops in and out of time on a whim and doesn't seem to do great in small spaces for more than 15 minutes (basing this on the cube episode in the Matt Smith Era). It'd be good but it needs a certain... vibe yk? haven't gotten there.

15- (favorite weather for writing). Not a weather, but I can only write when it's dark outside bc then I don't feel about about not doing homework/other things. Rain is also good tho.

27- (Favorite part of writing process). The part in Brainstorming where it all starts coming together and you're just squealing like your twelve and some cool people just invited you to hangout with them, and then you start writing and everything goes smoothly.

30- (Share a fic you're proud of)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm I don't have any full-length WIP done for you to look at but I think I have some assignments (checks through old google documents) lmao no what assignments (shoves them all into the fireplace). Let me give you the beginning of one of my current WIPS that im really proud of currently even if I've been writing and rewriting it so many times.

It wasn’t even close to the moonset when hands and voices raised them from sleep. “Misha, Rose. On your feet. It’s your turn now.”  “Ugh, just kill me now,” Rose muttered as she and Misha both sat up blearily. “Be quicker and easier.” “That’s the coward’s way out. Also, way too expensive.” Misha stood up and rubbed her eyes. “How much fest prep do we gotta do still, Dani?” She watched as the freckled elf started climbing to the top bunk.  Daeneryl flopped down on her mattress, clutching a fat feather pillow, with a yawn. “Just drinks, but those are last minute.”  “Oh, and be careful how you tread around the old man today.” Fayley peeled off her slippers from her feet as Misha and Rose got dressed into their outfits for the day. “Got a new run of trash gryphons. Damn pests.” “Thought Sammy took care of all that?” Rose sighed as she pulled a brush from the vanity table to untangle a sea of unruly curly hair. Starting from the bottom, she winced every time she had to pull it through to the end.  “He was supposed to. Says he did his whole ‘pied piper act’ which he did, but apparently these are a different breed.” Dani sighed. “Nick’s looking into wizard enchantments.”  Eventually, Rose gave it up and threw it all up in a slicked-back ponytail, held in place with an assortment of ribbons and pins. “One day, I swear, I’m just going to take a knife to this and hack it off.” “You’ve been saying that for five years,” Dani laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Watch me.” Rose grimaced. Misha shook her head silently as she braided the front sections of her hair and tied it back with a bright orange ribbon that matched her flowing skirt. It was one of her favorites because it made her stand out in a crowd that mostly wore shades of brown and black for practicality. She slipped into her boots and crouched down, waiting for Rose.

Rose caught sight of her and rolled her eyes. “You’re asking for it. Fayley, your count.”  There was a muffled “Go” and fingers interweaved the laces with their corresponding hooks. They looked up when they were finished, approximately the exact same time. “Call that one a draw, I suppose.” Rose shrugged. “Come on, let’s get some food before we have to deal with life.”

[skrunglebeasts]

Hello. I saw your twitter posts about Amphibia, and love the way you give Anne the same attention other people give Sasharcy. I've been interested in writing a S3B fic starring Anne/Sasha as co-commanders, and I was wondering how to write this in a way that displays them both being capable and not making Anne the "weaker/dumber" of the pair I feel like a lot of the fandom does. Namely, how would you differentiate Anne in combat /leadership from Sasha in ways that don't involve her powers?

hi! im going to throw all this under a cut so i dont stretch peoples dashes by overanalyzing a kids cartoon

so first and foremost, in order to be able to write anything decent, you have to come to grips with one of the major problems of S3B: anne is nerfed!

her intelligence, her strength, her ability to think on her feet? they all take a hit so sasha can shine and result in anne being kind of a weenie in comparison. this is the same girl that led a raid on a government facility, got caught, still managed to wiggle herself out of the situation, and beat up a bunch of government agents with a plastic toy sword. AND THEN she uses her powers with incredible precision and ease, barely showing any signs of fatigue after scaring off armed soldiers and slicing an avocado with a thought. she doesnt even go full blue! this is just using the powers enough that her eyes light up

shes powerful, confident, and extremely capable all on her own and then commander anne went "actually ignore that, shes a doofus that needs to be rescued a lot and has no idea how to lead people. also she cant use her powers on command at all" once you reconcile that, then you can decide whether to stick to canon anne, which is possible! or write your own version of s3bs events

both of these are okay options. i cant give you much advice on writing your own version of things, because thats up to you. but i can say that just because im not a fan of anne being nerfed in s3b? doesnt mean that it doesnt make for compelling writing possibilities

her being put back in her stinky school uniform is unforgivable, though. its very sweet, its cool she realized who she is in the uniform, but come on. her s3a fit is so much more fun and its an outfit she chooses as opposed to getting stuck in it but whatever WHATEVER

despite my complaints, s3b anne isnt actually dumb or weak or incapable, its just that theres only so much storytelling you can fit into a silly cartoon told in 12 minute episodes.

but what you can take away from commander anne is tgat anne is tired from running herself ragged to get the plantars back to amphibia and shes reeling from seeing this place that was her home for a few months be absolutely destroyed

real quick aside, anne never sees a restored amphibia or a fixed wartwood, so thats fun

theres also the angle of anne backsliding a bit into old behavior now that shes around a sasha that reminds her of the actual heroic girl she was immediately amazed by as a child. and that means she also...might think sasha is the only suitable leader or hero. this can lead to an interesting bit of conflict between anne and sasha where anne has to catch herself or have it be pointed out to her that shes not really helping sasha by putting all the decision making on her

which leads into how shes a different leader and a different fighter! anne isnt a tactician. shes impulsive and hot headed and that seeps into what she does. she cant guide an entire army, but she can offer perspective (when she convinces sasha shes improved and convinces tritonio to fight against andrias), she understands how various interpersonal relationships work (improving morale by suggesting a pinata party, knowing that sprig and grime DO NOT get along), and shes very good at offering solutions or ideas to help with problems theyre facing (shes the one that suggests they use the war of the warlocks as a battle strategy) shes also capable of spotting weaknesses and as spontaneous as she is, this works in her favor because anne is an unpredictable monster in a fight. she jumps, she swings wildly but with purpose, she puts her whole force into everything shes doing shes also just as strong and athletic as sasha and she has absolutely zero attachment to her weapons. while sasha keeps using the same swords, anne will use anything at her disposal to win a fight. you can see this in what is the closest thing to her signature technique: throwing her sword thats funny. its just funny. she throws things a lot, but you can kind of see the logic behind her doing this. who the hell throws their sword in a fight??? its literally the worse thing you can do. youre disarming yourself, youre creating a massive opening on yourself, and youre wasting time so you have to collect your weapon again. but she makes it work because she doesnt waste time when she does this. its always a step in what shes going to do immediately after. her goal isnt to do the smart thing, its to do the thing that will give her a shot at hitting her opponent because theyre thrown off by her tossing her own damn weapon. its silly, its ridiculous, but somehow she makes it work and she even does this in the fight against andrias to amazing effect also, keep in mind that annes way of looking at things from a different angle and with a sense of compassion is what wins them the war. sasha wasnt winning against andrias before anne showed up because anne provides an angle and a perspective that sashas just not built for theyre co-captains. theyre partners! and theres a very good reason that sasha couldnt make any progress without anne around. sashas the planner. annes the one getting everyone to believe the plan is worth it

[particular-one]

HIIIIHIII Could i request a matchup .....? Enstars, twst and hypmic pls ...!!!

name is kitten or 🐏 emoji! i preferably dont use pronouns but she/her it/its are ok. i have no romantic preference in terms of fictional characters hahaaa.

my mbti is INTP, tho i tend to be the most "extroverted" one if placed in a room with other introverts. im also a 8w9 + virgo if that helps. also AB blood type though i dont see many people who believe in that stuff on here.

uhmmmm my personality. im pretty sociable for an introvert, but can get burnt out super quickly IRL (but i can talk for hours over text). due to the autism i cant express myself IRL but i make up for it a lot through the internet by being uhhh a real character online.

im like a bimbo with autistm and ADHD basically, airheaded cutesy girly, bad at filtering myself so i can definitely be rude/mean asf .. super bad attention span.. always with a friend. i Can like get carried away and get very mean to people im not friends with. overall im very temperamental and ive always been like "pretty girl but comes off rude/fake but shes also the class clown kinda". since humor just comes naturally to me kinda.

hobbies include: arts (drawing, making art dolls, sewing, designing outfits/costumes, fashion, ect). i used to do dancing and track running but had to stop due to health complications (im super low energy and cant be as active as most ppl). I LOVE idols so much too.

What i look in a partnerrr?? Uhh nobody shorted than me (162cm) just cuz i cant see them romantically no matter how hard i try. anything is ok honestly as long as I can talk to them for ages and theyre not too loud/chaotic. overall want someone to be as equally as down bad as i am with them for me (if not more haha)

misc ... uhh my favorite love language is acts of service. i dont have to force myself to do anything i struggle with like putting thoughts into words or trying to act affectionate (tho i do get cuteness aggression). i love recieving words of affirmation lmao i need the reminding that they do love me !!!!.

i lovee cats, BOBA i kind of have an addiction to it. cute stuff cute ppl ect... i dont rlly like public affection (its cringe asf seeing couples act lovey dovey in public Sory Im not doing that).

I WROTE SO MUCH SORRY i didnt even notice Please forgive me. uhh last bit of trivia umm. if i were half-animal id have bunny ears and a tail... or id be a deer. THATS IT OK SORRY.

hi kitten! rrararararraa a hypmic AND enstars request?? im so excited :> and don't worry about rambling, it gives me a better idea on who i can match you with! hope you like them!

ENSEMBLE STARS ---- SHU ITSUKI

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ shu's first meeting with you was not actually the first time he's seen you. your handiwork with fashion had piqued his interest for the longest time, but he never actually knew that it was you behind those pieces. so imagine his surprise when he finds out that the genius behind the designs was in fact, you! though shu came off as fussy at first, especially since he wanted to get close to you to observe how you perfected your designs, he gradually found himself enjoying your company more and more. when he finds out about your interest in idols, this amuses him greatly, considering he is one. he'd be the last to admit he likes you, but his behavior ends up changing for the better when he's around you. as a partner, shu can be a bit extravagant with the way he shows love, but he always remembers to keep it in private to respect your preference. he's a perfectionist, so he likes to plan out your activities together down to the tiniest detail, but that's because he wants you to have the best time. shu can be rather straightforward with his words as he doesn't beat around the bush — he doesn't have a filter at times either — but everything he says about you, he truly means them. shu likes admiring you while you're busy at work (he says he's doing it because he wants to see how you do things but secretly it's because he likes watching you do something you're passionate about) but there are days where the both of you would be in the same room working on your respective designs together! he asks for your inputs and vice versa, it's usually the most fun he has.

TWISTED WONDERLAND ---- JAMIL VIPER

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jamil was not your biggest fan when you first met — if he were being honest, you almost reminded him of kalim, and having another kalim was never good. still, you often get paired in tasks together that he had to get to know you eventually, and was he wrong about not liking you. though it took him quite a while to warm up to the idea of being in your company, he actually found himself looking forward to talking with you. surprise surprise, jamil's definitely the type of "he fell harder" in this situation. as a partner, jamil is most definitely not the publicly affectionate type. though it might seem he's keeping your relationship lowkey, it's mainly because he didn't want people (read: kalim) to make the biggest fuss about it. though he doesn't take you out that often, he's very loving and caring in private. though jamil never enjoyed the idea of serving someone, with you it was different. he'd find himself enjoying to cook your favorite food, help you out in your tasks without a word, and to make you feel as comfortable as possible. character development for him, tbh. when you tell him of your craving for boba, watch this man continuously try and succeed to making boba tea tailored to your preference.

HYPNOSIS MIC ---- NEMU AOHITSUGI

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ nemu actually met you through a chance encounter in a mock rap battle during the tdd era as audience members. it was your personality that drew her in, but she was actually surprised by how blunt you were, but if she were being honest, your humor makes her laugh a lot. your relationship means the world to her, especially since she made sure that samatoki didn't interfere as much as possible. she loves her brother, but he can get carried away when it comes to her. nemu's definitely the one who ended up liking you first, but she's unsure on how to express this to you. as a partner, nemu is very, very sweet. she's scared of messing anything up, so she carefully plans everything in advance. when she finds out that you like cats, she actually comes forward with the idea of adopting a cat together with you! it became your bonding activity, with two of nemu's favorites in the entire world: the cat and of course, you. she has your favorite boba order/s memorized and likes to surprise you with getting some. nemu's the encouraging type, so expect a lot of comforting words from her. she's also the type who likes bringing you out to shop, whether it's for your art materials or for clothes, nemu likes hearing your inputs on the items you buy (or consider buying) and takes note of them so she can surprise you with them in the future.

[padawansuggest]

Some notes:

I literally refuse to believe that a well stocked Mandalorian ship of ANY type doesn’t have baby and kiddo supplies. Which means it’s been a hard two days of Mandos trying to temp feral four year old Cody out of the vents with teddy bears and blankies and child safe snacks and stuff that they are DESPERATELY hoping he has enough motor function and awareness not to choke on because that would NOT be okay.

Cody has made a nest in the vents and naps in rotations between attempts to take over the ship. It’s got a teddy bear as big as he is and blankies and snacks. What more could a kiddo want! Whenever he finds Jango he is evenly split between wanting Prime’s attention and love, and biting him. Biting him usually wins out. Jango has learned how to straight jacket blanket wrap him, but not how to keep a hold of him, whoops.

When Obi-Wan woke up in the temple, at first he spent a few hours freaking out but then he got annoyed with his baby clothes and wandered off to the quartermaster’s section and mixed a combo of initiate and small-species sized clothes till he had an adult looking outfit. But his boots and pants had to stay Velcro and kiddo buttons because he couldn’t figure out the buckles with his baby hands. They are SO confusing.

The guy he mind tricked into getting him this far is fine, a little traumatized and getting repairs on his ship by the nice Mandos, and had two new boyfriends within a week and is planning to move his three siblings to Mandalore so they can be taken care of by him and his new partner’s family which means that the force Really Said ‘im giving the gays whatever they want’ and is STICKING by it. His fam has been struggling since mom died and his space trucking job is really the only thing keeping them going. Now he’s in love and planning a better life for his little family. Actually he doesn’t know if he loves them he’s just fully willing to take a chance at a better life for the kiddos and people will help him finally. Like being inducted into a cult.

He is very fond of Obi-Wan, even tho the baby mind controlled him into all of this, but it’s because of how Obi-Wan would get vulnerable and let him tuck him into bed and take care of him on the ship, even tho he couldn’t call back to Coruscant and his sense of morality told him if the baby was running away if meant something was wrong at home, so he was just fully expecting to end up with a son when they got back. No wonder the Mandos love him.

Jango isn’t jealous over sharing Jaster with these two new ik’aad, he’s just nervous cause one of them bites and doesn’t like him. It’s okay, Jaster let’s him sleep in his bed the whole way to Coruscant, he gave so many back rubs and forehead kisses in between trying to swaddle feral Cody up tight and giving Obi-Wan soft toys to entertain himself. He lets Obi-Wan and Cody have their own bunk but it’s got an ik’aad safety shield to keep them inside lmao get babied

They had to convince Cody to move his nest stuff outside of the vents. They gave his teddy and blankies a good scrub and have them in his bunk now lolll

Obi-Wan is giving even force nulls migraines when he keeps projecting at them, and it’s part of my favorite sw idea out there, that 1: you just need to project to be heard they don’t gotta be force sensitive to receive and 2: Obi-Wan is a little shit who purposefully never learned volume control so he can’t be ignored (traumatized baby move 💅😌) and also so he can punish Qui-Gon by being annoying.

He is VERY gentle with Cody’s mind and usually Jango’s too tho. They are shooketh.

The baby had a seizure ‘vision’ and instead of telling them that it’s probably just residual stress from going back in time and being forced into a four year old’s body, he instead gives them wise information that someone in the ranks is a betrayer and Korda Six was a trap.

Yes Mace is very annoyed that he knows Obi is lying about the vision but his info is still very true but still sighs super loud and helps them find Montrose a traitor.

Um idk for now. I was asked if I’m okay cause that was wild but let me tell you the original idea I had in my brain was super angsty it involved Jaster and Jango finding Obi-Wan (newly time traveled but only about 14) on Melida|Daan and with a major head injury and Obi-Wan is mainly hearing them through that fuzzy creeping dark you get when passing out while Jango asks Jaster why Obi-Wan broke his bacta tank to get out ‘he’s scared, he had a nightmare’ why Jaster is holding him ‘he’s scared, Jan’ika, I don’t want him moving his neck anymore and risking hitting his still healing head’ and what Jaster is humming ‘I don’t remember the name of it anymore, Buir used to sing it to get me to sleep. I used it on you when you got sick when younger’ oh. That’s why it sounds familiar. And that’s when Obi-Wan realizes he’s trapped against the Mand’alor’s unarmored chest and being hummed a lullaby while his head is aching. He passes out again.

Anyways. I actually thought this idea was cuter and less angsty for all but I legit might write a short fic about that last idea where Obi-Wan wakes up to Jaster and Jango bringing him back to Mandalore along with all the other kids on Melida|Daan who agreed they couldn’t stay there, while time traveled Obi-Wan is having his usual canon PTSD issues with bacta tanks and nearly breaks one to get out of it and wakes up wet and gross and lovingly being hummed to by the Mand’alor while curious young adult Jango is like 👀👀👀 because he’s always wanted a vod and this one is PERFECT thanks and he’s like ‘yeah I can fix things from Mandalore first, that could work’ but mainly he just feels so safe he doesn’t wanna leave Jaster’s arms.

Anyways. Yeah I’m fine. Lately I’ve been sleeping in 5 hour cycles twice a day and waking up around that hour to take pain killers and numbing creams on my face to reduce swelling but it’s been working it hasn’t effected my cognition much I’m just super weird and over the top as a general rule. I like fluff and that’s IT and I just want babies to get cuddles. That’s all I want in life.

Took a shower (thank the lord right) and accidentally created a new AU in my noggin be warned this one is super wild. Includes: Baby-Wan and ouchies and time travel

Obi-Wan goes back in time (whatever maybe he did it himself maybe someone did it to him maybe he did it on accident but it’s post ANH okay) and suddenly finds himself in his toddler body.

You know what his first thought is? Cody. And absolute grief because his soulmate HAD been there in the force with him but now he’s gone. So what does Cody make him think of? Jango. Which means he’s all ughhhhhhhhh I have to go save him, and manages to mindcontrol some guy into getting him off planet. So here he is four whole years old with all the adult emotions trapped in a baby body what can go wrong??? Pirates. Obviously.

Frankly the only reason he doesn’t feel bad about the guy he mind controlled cause he was already gonna end up here so. Whoops.

So who manages to find them of all the damn people? Jaster’s entire ship headed to Korda Six (yes I’m going there the force said ‘I’m gonna give the gays everything they want’ and started with a happy baby’) but having been waylaid by a sudden four year old WITH A KNIFE AND FERAL STUPIDITY on the bridge. He says his name is Cody, he cut Montrose on his calve and it IS gonna require surgery and he bites everyone. Especially Jango. Who is only ten and crying because an ik’aad bit him and Jaster is very torn between giving Jango kisses for his ouchie and helping catch the toddler that knows how to escape through vents and is staging a one toddler zero men mutiny and is loudly telling everyone he’s going to the Jedi.

Maybe he’s possessed. Maybe they can just take him to the Jetii for a quick exorcism and play blaster-armor-saber for who gets the honor of adopting his feral ass.

Till they come across a pirate ship beating up a stranded ship and that’s just not nice so well shit they gotta save them.

Which is how they end up with a traumatized Captain and a stowaway toddler who’s demanding to see Jango once he realizes what ship he’s on. Jango is grumpily dragged in to see him, gets baby attached to his chest (listen he is so over babies now you can let go anytime he’s not interested in getting bit again) and then the vent to the medical room and a feral toddler with a knife comes flying out and demands to get his love back right this fucking instant.

Jaster finally gets a hold of him, disarms him, and puts him in time out before asking who taught him that word that’s not an ad’ika word!

Cody, repentant because adult emotions in a baby body fills you up so much, cries and asks for cuddles. Jaster gives him cuddles before putting in on a cot with Obi-Wan who promptly forgets Jango exists and gives Cody shy baby kisses and holds his hand. Jango is relieved to not be the center of attention for a moment. Till Jaster promptly realizes no one told Obi-Wan who Jango is, why did Obi ask for him?? Obi says he’s a Jetii master trapped in a baby’s body.

Yeah so possession it is. They call up the Jetii and ask if they can come over for exorcisms n chill, the Jetii say they can give them one better can you plz pick up some stranded Jetii along the way? Don’t worry they can assess the situation and see if they need to come in for it. It’s Master Windu and Padawan Billaba! What a surprise! Obi had no idea this could be so easy!

Anyways. So he’s having trouble talking because let’s just say I’ve decided so, so he sorta throws his mental shields down and starts projecting at people, which along with giving EVERYONE a headache, instead of just Mace for once, gives the force the chance to snap a BUNCH of bonds in place. Like a master-apprentice bond with Mace. And vod’e bonds with Depa and Jango. And a Buir bond with Jaster. And a full fledged soulmate bond with Cody.

Anyways. Mace thinks he’s decided three things: he’s gotta (not wants to, but has to) get the senate to let them make an outpost in Mandalorian space so him and Obi can be with Obi’s new dad and family, he does NOT want to be a council member anymore because this is a fucking mess that’s gonna turn into a 6 day meeting for them, and yes, they need to go to the temple.

Anyways. Make Cody a small child and give him a knife is my solution to a lot of things actually.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Oh my good god.

Cales new outfit in the newest chapter.

Haaaa.

I want to wear it after a nice long session of fucki-

HELLO THERE

this ask was referring to this particular outfit right here but i just got around this🥲 im sorry

ANYWAYS LETS START WITH A MILD SMUT WITH THIS OUTFIT BECAUSE IDK IM HORNY LOL also im tweaking the ask here a bit because uhhh i have an idea ��️

for this one, we're just gonna need the coat 🏃💨💨💨

@bomiflower our hc that krs cale is a boob man is finally being used 🥲

WARNING : NSFW CONTENT

SOME SORT OF PART TWO(?) FOR "CLOTHES"

Cale already knew of your tendencies to steal his clothes and he lets it go, not minding much of it. After all, you do look good with some of his clothes and the way you can style and accessorize them is always pleasing to look at.

"It's because I'm wearing it," you'd always say with a dramatic flair, something that Cale wholeheartedly agrees on even though most of the time he showed it by giving you silence and perhaps a kiss on the cheek.

You always looked elegant when you donned his clothes and that you talk serious business, something you always consider important because being a woman and being one of Duke Deruth's trusted aides sometimes earn you a lot of shit from other people.

It also sometimes help that people will notice some of the coats you wore are noticed to be Cale's, a subtle way of showing that you were one of his people and to not mess with you.

"Oh, look at this!"

Cale kept his eyes closed, listening to you prattle as you rummage through his closet, only in your bathrobe and hair still wet from your earlier bath.

He heard you shuffling a bit and he kept his eyes closed, still wanting to sleep more despite having sleepiness slowly disappearing from his mind and body as he hears you hum a happy tune while you're doing your own thing.

"Let's see if this fits me," he heard you say, your voice showing that you were excited.

Cale hears the rustling of clothes from where he lays on the bed. He rubbed his eyes before eventually rubbing his whole face, knowing that if he continued sleeping, he'd miss dinner and eventually woke up because of hunger, something he does not want.

"Oh, wow, I look really good."

Cale finally changed positions. He was laying on his side while sleeping but now he's laying on his back, staring at the ceilings while listening to you talk.

"Cale, what do you think?"

Cale forced himself to prop himself with his elbows, barely sitting up. He looked at you for a moment with half-closed lids, his brain processing what he was seeing for a few seconds before his eyes widened.

"W-what—" Cale sat up on the bed, his whole body immediately stiffening as he stared at what you were wearing. "What are you wearing?"

"One of your long coats!" You answered with a bright grin, turning to look back at the mirror in front of you and posing. "I didn't expect it to fit my body so well."

Cale gulped, staring at you who's running both of your hands down the coat, rubbing down some of the wrinkles around your chest area.

You were only wearing your underwear aside from the long coat. You had fastened the belt on your waist, the coat pressing up against your breasts, showing a delicious amount of cleavage and stomach, even down to your navel.

Your underwear being the only thing to cover you aside from the coat made it look cute and it only made him want to rip it away.

"I look good, right?" You asked, turning to show it to Cale and eyes immediately brightening when the redhead let out a groan, sinking back to the bed in defeat.

"Caleeee," you whined, walking over to the bed.

Cale stared at you when you appear by the side of the bed, eyes drifting from your face to your cleavage, his face somehow staying nonchalant as he does so.

"Does it look good?" You asked him softly, almost as if you were whispering. Cale looked at the grin on your face and let a sigh escape his mouth, "You're doing this on purpose."

"So, do I look good or not?" You asked again, flipping your hair back as you lowered yourself to the bed.

"Of course you do," Cale answered, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear once you were close enough. "You always look good."

"Mhm, I don't feel good, though," you whispered, leaning closer to Cale.

Cale couldn't help but grin at your words. "Yeah? You need someone to make you feel good?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, completely dramatic. "Oh, if only there's someone out there—"

You yelped when Cale sat up and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him. He let out a huff when you landed on top of him and while you're giggling, he's placing both of his hands on your hips, placing you on his lap.

"You should dress like this often," Cale commented, one of his hands coming up to caress the coat on your chest area, purposefully pressing to your breast. "When we're alone."

"You think so?" You asked him, a bit surprised because Cale had never been vocal when it comes to these sorts of things.

You yelped again when Cale pinched your nipple through the coat and pulled on them as he answers, "No. You'll catch a cold."

A shot of pain shot up through your body along with pleasure that had you clenching your thighs together, shuffling on the growing bulge beneath you.

"Ow," you bleated, smacking his hand away. "Give me a warning next time."

Cale let out a chuckle. "I apologize. Allow me to help you feel better?"

"Gods, no," you turned him down immediately. "You'll end up getting carried away and I'll have to live with a tender chest for the next few days."

Cale leaned to your sternum, turning his head to the side a bit to let his lips brush against your breast, placing light kisses here and there. "Hm, I won't do it again."

"Liar," you told him so while letting the coat to fall off your shoulders a bit, finally exposing your erect nipples.

Even you can't turn away from Cale if he's asking for something.

"So soft," Cale murmured, hands coming up to the underside of your breasts. He gave them a gentle massage, pressing his lips multiple times on your left breast.

"So perfect," he continued, thumb and index finger pinching at your right nipple and pulling on them multiple times.

Cale opens his mouth, tongue circling around the areola of your left breast before wrapping his lips around the erect nipple, sucking gently.

You let out a sigh, running a hand through Cale's red hair and throwing your head back. You press your clothed cunt against his bulge, moving your hips in tiny thrusts.

Cake bit onto your nipple and pulled them with his teeth, tongue circling around it once before he kissed you up your collarbones. One of his hands stopped massaging your breasts and instead went down to your ass cheeks, helping you grind your cunt to his bulge.

"Good girl," he praised you, his other hand going to your underwear and pulling it aside, making sure your clit was brushing directly to his pants. "Keep moving like that, pretty girl. You're doing great."

You let out a quiet moan, head thrown back as you quicken your thrusts against his pants, the coat has fallen off your shoulders and leaving you with only the belt fastened around your waist.

Cale pushed the pad of his thumb on your clit, helping you to reach your orgasm faster by rubbing your clit with it. He looked at your bouncing tits as you move, licking his lips before he captured one nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling the nipple with his teeth.

"C-Cale," you sighed, your hand at the nape of his neck and tugging on his hair. "Cale, I'm—"

Cale thrust his hips up and you bit your lower lip to make sure you wouldn't get too loud. You quicken your hips, feeling the coarse fabric of Cale's pants against your cunt and his thumb rubbing your clit furiously.

You can feel the Cale's pants slowly soaking wet by your fluids, the sounds of wet fabric being pressed and rubbed were lewd enough for you to let out a moan.

Cale suddenly thrust his hips up and you repeated his name like a mantra when you came, more fluids coming out of your cunt and staining Cale's pants.

"Shit," you cursed, controlling your breathing.

Cale pulled away from you, looking down at his pants while you raised your body a bit from him, a string of your sticky cum connecting your cunt and his pants. Cale runs his middle finger along your slit, causing you to curl your toes and wince since you were still sensitive.

You chewed on your lower lip, feeling his fingertip circling your hole and teasing it by pushing a little bit in before pulling out.

"How is it, [Name]?" He asked you with a smile. "Was that enough to make you feel good?"