#i can't draw sandwiches either???

[roachy-draws]

Let me consume your roach /pos

Here you go, a delicious, roach infested sandwich 🥪🪳

(tell me why I thought '/pos' meant 'piece of shit' 💀💀 I'm not the greatest with tone tags omfg 😭)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

happy mother's day lmfao

bonus (the girls are fightiiing):

[r3djy]

Tho im slowly getting back on my feet....... i forgot how to draw people.

Also I'm watching mlp now, it's cool

[widowshill]

— Are you sure Burke wants to buy Collinwood? — Yes, he said so. I'm just afraid it's only the beginning of what he wants.

[hard-core-super-star]

losing focus [W.Maximoff + N.Romanoff]

pairing: dom!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x dom!natasha romanoff

summary: as unexpected as it is, you become a permanent part of wanda and natasha's relationship.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> porn with very little plot but many feelings; mommy + daddy kink; implied dom/sub dynamics; mentions of petplay; fingering [R receiving]; cunnilingus [R receiving]; overstimulation; nipple play; so many petnames; wanda and nat being competitive; badly proofread

wordcount: 3.7k

a/n: hi again! so, i was originally supposed to post a bishova fic today buuuut i got too attached and wrote a part two of "push me on the counter, call me princess" because i could. i hope you enjoy <3

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It's difficult to define what your relationship with the witch and her grumpy assassin girlfriend has turned into. 

You know you're not really a part of their relationship, at least not officially, but you're not a mere observer either. Your main connection is with Wanda, which Natasha doesn't seem to mind, but the three of you are well aware of the way you simply started...joining them...all the time.

It started with small things. With Wanda inviting you to sit on her lap during movie nights. With Natasha begrudgingly letting the witch tie you down on their shared bed. With both of them holding you close at night, each of them murmuring some excuse about why they needed the physical contact.

You didn't mind. What kind of fool would mind being sandwiched between two of the most fearsome and beautiful Avengers?

But it very quickly stopped being enough for you.

You didn't want to be greedy, you knew your connection with Wanda wasn't right in the first place. You should have never allowed her to enchant you to the point of weaseling your way into her relationship.

And yet here you are.

Tucked under Wanda's arm while you watch her favorite sitcom.

A part you of you wants to be unhappy. To act like you don't want to be part of this.

But the truth is you do.

You really like this.

"You're thinking too much, detka." There's no judgement in the witch's tone, just the soothing sound of her accent. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head, instantly feeling overwhelmed from the mere thought of sharing your worries with her. You're not even sure why you're worried. Why there's a part of you that can't seem to settle, despite how warm and comfortable the older woman's embrace is.

"I'm fine," you mumble.

Wanda hates it when you mumble, but you can't help it. You also can't help the way you turn toward her, your face finding refuge in the crook of her neck.

She allows it for it now. Clearly, she doesn't need to read your thoughts to know how much you're struggling with them.

You want to feel embarrassed about it, but it's hard to feel anything except her palm pressing into your side. Her fingers slip under the hem of your (well...Natasha's) shirt and she draws small circles against your skin.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Wanda watches her show and you catch glimpses of it whenever you gather the courage to peak your head up and out of the comfort of her neck.

You've practically settled into the comfort when the door opens and your bubble of safety is popped.

Your shoulders tense until you hear the telltale sound of Natasha's sigh. There's an edge of annoyance to the sound that you've grown to associate with her. "Wanda, if you wanted a pet, we could have just gotten a cat."

Her words make the witch chuckle despite herself. She knew, no matter how cold the other woman acted, she was simply pretending. It was always easier for her to put her walls back up when she was unsure of something instead of going with the flow.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart."

Wanda gives your side a small pinch, not to hurt you but to encourage you to say hi. You don't really want to, you're still not sure how to act around the older woman, but you do it anyway.

"Hi, Nat."

The redhead rolls her eyes, but the corners of her lips quirk up into the smallest of smiles. "Hello, kitten. Have you been behaving?"

It's a small thing but it's a start. A reminder that she doesn't actually dislike you and she's not mad at the way things have turned out.

That maybe...she's softer than she looks.

"Yes, Daddy," you reply, a soft blush coating your cheeks as you address Natasha by her title. "I listened to Mommy all day."

The small smile on the redhead's face grows at your words. As tough as she looks, she completely adores the way you instantly submit to her without any objections. The way it all seems so natural. So weirdly right.

"Without pouting?" She asks, raising her eyebrow in the way that makes you tremble.

The idea of lying crosses your mind but you know better than that. Plus, there's no use in lying when you're sitting next to a literal mind reader.

"Well...no. But it wasn't my fault!"

Natasha doesn't seem convinced, although she does seem amused. Her eyes drift to Wanda, who can't seem to wipe the proud grin off her face. "It wasn't?"

"It wasn't," the witch replies. "She just got pouty because I told her we had to wait for you before we could play."

"Oh, I see. So, you didn't get pouty, you got needy, is that right?"

You nod, her tone making your head swim in an all too familiar way.

Natasha crawls into bed and shifts herself until she's laying down between your spread legs. The flimsy material of your shorts does little to keep your arousal hidden away from the older woman.

"Come here, detka," Wanda murmurs as her hands grip your hips.

She effortlessly lifts you up until you're sitting between her legs, your back pressed firmly against her front. It's a subtle show of dominance, a reminder that despite Natasha's stubbornness, Wanda's the one in charge. The one you actually belong to.

But there's also a soft side to it. A reminder that she's right there in case things get too overwhelming. That you can back out at any moment and they won't be upset.

It's far too late for that, though. Far too late to act like you don't want them both. Like you don't need them.

Natasha's hands bring you back. Her fingers trail a teasing path up your thighs until they reach the waistband of your shorts.

There's a wordless question in her gaze. One that makes your heart skip a beat.

You nod in response and she wastes no time in getting rid of the garments in the way.

Her eyes take in every inch of exposed skin, the softness in her smile turning slightly predatory. It's a sight you're growing very used to seeing.

"Look at you," she coos, although her tone is far more teasing than sweet. "You're already so wet for us. Mommy's left you needy for too long, huh?"

"I'm not the bad guy here," Wanda says with a chuckle. "It wasn't my idea."

Natasha rolls her eyes but your attention is captured by the witch and her warm hands that slip under your shirt. Her fingers make their way up your torso, her nails dragging against your skin and making your back arch in response.

"Don't listen to her, detka, she's just jealous."

You nod along to the redhead's words even though they don't fully register in your mind. All you know is you're stuck between them as they engage in yet another unnecessary competition.

Wanda notices first, far too used to the subtle cues that give away your growing dependence on them. Your growing need to let go and let them take over.

"There you go, sweetheart, doesn't that feel nice?" Her voice is soft and sweet in your ear, a constant lullaby that allows you to sink deeper against her.

"Mhmm," you hum, your hands reaching out for Natasha as her lips join her fingers in exploring your skin.

The witch is quick to stop you before you get too carried away. Her hands wrap around your wrists and she holds them down, allowing her girlfriend to keep teasing you. "Just relax, baby, Nat knows what to do."

You don't doubt her words for a second, but you also don't doubt the teasing mood the redhead seems to be in. You would complain if you weren't so busy trying to keep yourself still.

It's easier said than done, though, and Natasha quickly tightens her grip on your thighs, keeping you exposed to her gaze and completely still. "Come on, detka, don't you want to show Mommy what a good girl you are?"

Her words make your hips buck, but instead of teasing you for it, she sives right into the main event. Her breath ghosts the most sensitive part of your body before her lips wrap around your swollen clit.

The sensation borders on far too much far too quickly and yet the pleasure seems to overwhelm your body before the sensitivity hits you. Your head falls back against Wanda's shoulder as your lips part in a long moan.

The witch takes advantage of your change in position and attaches her lips to your neck, switching back and forth between gentle kisses and harsh nips. "There you go, isn't that better? Don't think, darling, just let us take over."

The answer is more than obvious considering how far gone your mind is. All you can fully focus on is the soft fuziness feeling your head and the pleasure you're drowing under.

"Daddy," you whine under your breath, your hips shifting against Natasha's mouth.

The redhead simply hums, lapping at your arousal like a woman starved. She doesn't want to admit it but hearing you call her that does things to her that she can't explain. There's a certain type of satisfaction she's never felt with Wanda, even when her girlfriend is in a more submissive mood.

It's what draws her closer to you despite how hard she tries to pretend like she doesn't care. And maybe she doesn't care, but the way she commits herself to making you fall apart, completely overwhelmed by pleasure tells another story.

Wanda's quick to notice how fuzzy you are by now, how perfectly pliable you've become with just a few soft strokes of Natasha's tongue against your throbbing clit. She lets go of your hands, trusting you not to move, before her fingers slip under your shirt again, trailing up until she reaches your breasts.

"Such a good girl for us," she murmurs, as her fingers find your nipples. "Such a pretty little pet."

You're stuck between wanting to arch your back and buck your hips. Ultimately, you end up doing nothing which is exactly what they like. It allows them to please you and use you in whatever way they want.

It's a little surprising how devoted Natasha seems to be to just pleasuring you, but your head is far too fuzy for you to try and think about that. The implications themselves aren't lost on you, though, and they only add to the growing coil in settled in your stomach.

"Don't tell me you're getting ahead of yourself, kotenok." The redhead leans back just enough to look up at you, dark green eyes drinking in every inch of your face. "Good girls don't act like greedy sluts, do they?"

"No, Daddy."

Your instant response makes her smirk and she rewards you by sinking two fingers into your wet cunt.

A gasp slips out of your parted lips and Wanda takes the opportunity to pinch and pull at your hardened nipples. The stinging pain mixes perfectly with the sudden pleasure and you can't stop your body from trembling under their expert hands.

"Please," you whine. "Can I cum?"

"Already?" Wanda chuckles. "Did I leave you too needy earlier?"

"Mhmm, so needy." You don't fully know what you're saying, you just know you can't hold back anymore and the last thing you need is to earn yourself a punishment. "Please."

Your words only seem to spur Natasha on and, instead of giving you mercy like you're asking for, she starts thrusting her fingers in and out of you, groaning as she feels your walls clenching around the digits. "Fuck, such a messy pet."

"I think she's about to get even messier."

The way they talk about you like you're not even there only adds fuel to your desperate arousal. There's nothing more for you to do besides wait for Natasha to decide to give you the mercy you're begging for.

You half-expect her to not give it to you just so she can punish you for it later. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, and you're certain she's only gotten more obssesed with the idea since then.

"Yeah? Is Mommy right, detka? Are you going to make a mess for us?" You know Natsha's teasing you and yet you don't feel the usual flush of humilation. Instead, the warmth that floods you is exactly the same one you feel when Wanda uses her sweetly condescing tone on you.

They're such different tones, such different people, and yet you can't deny the way you feel about them. The way every part of you begs for them.

"Yes, please-" Natasha steals your words by curling her fingers inside your wet heat, your thighs shaking from the force of holding back your orgasm. "Wanna cum, please-"

Wanda shushes you, knowing exactly how to soothe you when you need it most. She doesn't give you the permission you need, though, and in your desperation, you miss the silent conversation the two lovers have.

The seconds seem to stretch into hours until finally, Natasha gives in. "Go ahead, detka, cum for us."

She dives back in, her tongue drawing circles on your sensitive cit as her fingers move in and out of your cunt. The pleasure builds and builds, spurred on by Wanda's fingers playing with your nipples.

All it takes is the witch pinching your hardened peaks once more for you to fall over the edge for them.

Your mouth falls open in a loud moan, your whole body shaking as the waves of pleasure overtake your senses. Even as you lose control of yourself, the two women don't relent or give you a second to catch your breath.

As much as you'd love to complain about it, you can't when all you can think about is the electric sensations coursing through your body.

You cry out as Natasha continues her assault on your oversensitive clit, your hips shaking as you try to move away from her. Instead of scolding you for moving so much, she groans against you, causing your walls to clench around her in response.

"Don't fight it, sweetheart," Wanda mumbles, her lips grazing your jaw. "Just let Daddy make you feel good. It's what you wanted, right? Now take it like a good girl."

"Uh-huh, fu-" Your attempts at words turn into needy sounds that spur the redhead on.

"One more, detka, do it for me, yeah?"

Despite your initial complaints, your body gives in to the pleasure almost instantly. It's not fully surprising but it's certainly overwhelming and it sends you deeper into the fuziness filling your mind.

Natasha does her best to hold you down even as your hips buck desperately into her face. She works a third finger inside you and it takes all your self-restraint to not fall apart at the feeling.

"Please!" You gasp. "Can I cum?"

This time, the witch takes over and gently guides you toward your orgasm. "Go ahead, angel, you've been so good for us, just let go."

So, you do.

You give up control and let go.

You're not sure what happens, all you know is your whole body tenses as the coil in your stomach snaps free. You're too far gone to realize what a mess you make of yourself and the sheets beneath you, but the satisfaction in Natasha's movements isn't lost on you.

She works you through the seemingly never-ending aftershocks, easing herself away from your clit and slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt. "So fucking beautful..."

Your body finally goes limp and you practically melt against Wanda. Her arms wrap around your waist while she places soft kisses to every inch of your face she can reach. "Good girl. You did so well."

You hum in response, barely registering Natasha's movements as she does her best to clean you up.

The bed shifts when the redhead finishes and you instantly know she's moving away from both of you. You try to complain but the words don't seem to form.

"Shhh, just rest, kotenok, you need it."

You want to argue and assure her you feel fine, but you can't seem to find the strength to open your eyes. All you manage to do is whine, earning yourself a chuckle from Wanda.

"Don't pout, baby. You're my good girl, right?"

You wait for Natasha to correct her. To jump in and say you're their good girl.

But she doesn't.

And the longer the silence goes on, the more it hurts your feelings.

"Mommy..." You whisper.

She presses a soft kiss to your temple as her hands go back to caressing your sides. "I know. We'll figure it out later, just sleep for now."

There's little for you to do besides give in and let sleep overcome you.

* * *

When you wake up, you instantly notice the lack of warmth against you. Your head's still a little fuzzy but you feel slightly more in control now. You're also still pretty drowsy, though.

You attempt to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes as you lift your head, your eyes searching around the room for Wanda.

Instead of the witch, you find her girlfriend curled up in the reading chair in the corner of the room. There's a certain tension in her form that tells you far more than she'd like.

"Maria called," Natasha says, her voice colder than you've heard it in a while. "Wanda had to go. It sounded like she'll be gone for a few weeks."

Oh.

At least that explains why the redhead looks so...vulnerable and...lost.

Their relationship has always been a bit of a mystery to you. Despite the many nights you've listened to Wanda complain about the assassin's shitty coping mechanisms, you don't know many details about their connection.

You just know that somehow...they work. Despite their traumas and their pain, they understand each other.

And then there's you.

You're even less sure of where you fit in.

Of how Natasha feels about you.

"You can at least pretend to be happy to spend time with me," she says, effectively cutting off your thoughts.

"I am," you reply without skipping a beat. "I just...didn't think you'd be thrilled about it."

"Why? Because I'm the big bad girlfriend who has no feelings? Who doesn't give a shit about anyone?"

Despite her attempts to sound mad, her tone gives away how hurt she is. How terrified she is that you see her like that. That you think she's half as bad as the stories you've heard about her.

"No, I just...well, I know you and Wanda had that arrangement and everything but you didn't ask for this. I thought you just saw me as her annoying pet."

The corners of her mouth twitch a little as she tries to hold in her smile. "I did at first. It's nothing personal, hearing Wanda say she wanted you was...a little hard to deal with."

"Yeah, I figured." You sit up with your back against the headrest, your eyes absentmindedly admiring Natasha's features. Even with the distance between you, she looks stunning. "It wasn't easy for me either, y'know? I felt really guilty about it."

"That didn't stop you from sleeping with her the first time, though."

"Well, no but...in my defense, you can't exactly say no to Wanda when her mind is made up."

That earns you a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, you can say that again. Why do you think you're here? Wanda didn't want to let you go after the first time."

It's not necessarily news considering how things went down after the first time, but you can't act like your heart doesn't skip a beat at her words. The confirmation that the witch wanted you is one thing, but you're still not sure how Natasha feels. Something that's not surprising considering how closed off she is.

"And you?" You ask, hoping you sound less nervous than you feel.

It takes Natasha a few seconds to form her response. You can't exactly blame her but the silence makes your skin crawl. The fear that she doesn't want you, that she doesn't care, rises up within you the longer it drags on.

Finally, she eases your mind.

"Let's just say you've grown on me, kitten."

It's not much and yet it's more than enough for you. It reinforces the connection you've started feeling with her. The bond that demands to be nurtured despite how unusual it is.

Then again, wanting unsual things is kind of your thing at this point.

"You've grown on me too," you mutter, doing your best to ignore the warmth that spreads along your face.

"That doesn't mean you're not still our pet, though," she clarifies. "...if you want, that is. It can stay casual or we can turn it into more. We can train you. I can train you, if you want to be our submissive."

It takes a second for the words to fully sink in.

You nod before you even know what you're doing. You don't need to think about it, though, it's what you want. You want them. And all the little nuances that come with them.

Natasha watches you for a moment, her eyes studying you as if she's waiting for you to realize what you're doing and back out instantly. You can't exactly put your reasons into words to ease her mind. All you know is you've never wanted anything the way you want them.

Despite not being a mindreader like her girlfriend, the assasin is quick to move toward you once the thought of being fully theirs crosses your mind.

"You sure you've got what it takes, kitten?" She asks as she settles onto your lap. "I'm a lot to handle."

"I can take it," you reply, your hands landing on her waist without a second thought. "I want you."

Finally, your words are enough to break through her defenses. 

It doesn't feel like enough and yet it's exactly what she had wanted to hear. What she was afraid you wouldn't want.

"Then you have me," she says, her voice far softer than you've ever heard it.

There's so much you want to say, but words don't seem to be enough right now. So, instead, you lean forward and press your lips to hers.

You're not completely sure how you ended up here but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[moondirti]

warnings: smut, afab!anatomy, unprotected p-in-v, eye contact, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), biting, hickeys, drooling, literally a good for nothing thirst, pwp

Miguel O'Hara likes to watch your face as he fucks you.

Doggy style and cowgirl are good 'n' all, don't get him wrong. There's a particular way to them that allows him to hit parts of you inaccessible in any other position. But Miguel O'Hara likes to watch your face as he fucks you – sandwiched between your spread legs, rutting in missionary – because nothing gets him going like the subtle unravelling of your expressions. The manner in which your brows screw up, or the tears that droop your lashes. How glossy your lips get with the spittle you've no energy to swallow, drooling, fucked silly on his cock.

Yeah, if he had it his way every time, he'd choose to be real up close and personal, his full weight on top of you. Nothing gets him going like when your noses touch one another, your jaw captured in his hand. He holds your head in place because he knows how flustered you get with constant eye contact, all demure in spite of the wanton moans he thrusts out of your chest. So, you're either a shy thing or his attention is too intense, severe reverence pouring from carmine irises onto every tenuous reaction. The room, your shared space, heady and sweltering hot with sex.

And he never misses a thing. He sees the way your teeth clench when he pinches your clit, ignited by the strict pleasure. He sees how your cheeks cringe, pull, drop, when he plugs you with his cock, siphoned into stillness by your spasming slit. And when he whispers filthy promises onto your chin, mouth pressed there in a perpetual kiss – gonna fuck you full, corazón. my pretty girl, clever girl. gonna cum into you and lick it clean. you'd like that, hm? uhuh. yeah, i see you. i know you would – he revels in the hot bursts of breath that fan across his cheeks. He's always close enough that he can feel, not just hear, your moans.

That's the thing. Miguel likes panting in tandem with you – warm, dry palm smoothing the matted hair off your cheek. He's always infinitely more composed, though. A thin sheen of sweat glazes his bronzed skin, and his cock is slick with both your juices, but he still manages to keep his wits about while you hardly remember yours. They're always honed in on you; how you respond, what you like, what he does that draws the loudest scream. He peppers your face in kisses and nips the fleshier bits. He nuzzles the plane under your jaw. He keeps his efforts almost exclusively focused on your head and cunt, equally divided amongst the two, and it's only on the rare occasion that he ventures away from either.

To take a nipple into his mouth, maybe, tongue lapping at the pebbled peaks. To lay hickeys over your chest – a personal favourite past time when the rise and fall of it is another indication to your enjoyment. To drag his fangs softly on the soft expanse of your tummy. He always makes good on his word, so he eats you out like your pouring into him will quench him for weeks, stuffing his face on puffy folds and refusing to come up for air.

All the while, though, his eyes will remain trained on you. They never left. He props your neck up by a pillow so your expressions are still accessible to him, and when he moves gradually down your body, they're focused upward through dark lashes. If you squint through the foggy pleasure that obscures your vision, you in turn can recognise the subtle smirks he makes at every ministration. The sniffs when you cum on his lips for the umpteenth time. The lewd wet of his fingers when he sucks them in preparation for your needy hole. He scissors them into you, stretches you enough, then dives back up to squash a bruising kiss to your lips as his cock finds its way back in again.

Because he can't forget the other component of his promise, of course – to pump you full of his seed. It's so much, an hours worth of build up, straining his heavy balls from the moment you started. He humps you until every last drop is adequately milked from them, groaning into your mouth as his tongue wrestles yours. It's hard to breath with his body pinning you down, all broad shoulders and defined muscles, and the unrelenting attention battering you into something stupid – yet the hypoxia only adds another intoxicating angle to the mix. You have to make the decision between stopping for air or taking him in in all his vigour.

And, more often than not, it's the latter. It's the least you can do after all he's given you, after all.

[thisiscarlatrying]

modern!ellie hcs

notes/warnings: this is my first time doing something like this.. 😭😭 i hope u like it🙏 also, ellie and reader are dating and a lil of loser!ellie... that's just the way she is 😞

not proofread i think, i'll try to make it as good gramatically as i can but no promises 🙏🙏 (english is not my first language forgive me 😭😭)

| CONGO, SUDAN, PALESTINE | DAILY CLICK | DON'T BUY TLOU |

modern!ellie who cuts her own hair.. she REFUSES to go to a hair salon, she says it's a "waste of time and money"

modern!ellie who is kind of into fashion, i think she'd dress like this or like this...

also i just know she LOVES LOVES LOVES jorts, when spring starts that's ALL she'll wear

AND you guys just share clothes, you steal all her clothes and she steals yours

modern!ellie who wears a LITTLE bit of makeup, just mascara and chapstick. highlighter for special occasions

also her lips are so dry... 😭 she applies chapstick every five minutes and is constantly losing hers so you had to get her a one of those BIG vaseline things because she wouldn't stop stealing yours

modern!ellie who is a cat girl. you guys have like three cats together and they all look like the both of you

also their names are you guys' ship names until you ran out of name combinations and the names you had to choose were something like "sardine" or "chicken nugget"

modern!ellie who just loves kids cartoons like adventure time or the amazing world of gumball

modern!ellie who is CONSTANTLY daydreaming about being spidergirl and swinging around the city (spidergirl!ellie hcs coming soon... 🤭)

modern!ellie who plays minecraft and stardew valley for eight hours straight

modern!ellie who LOVES youtube and can't have a meal without watching a video

i KNOW she loves sinjin drowning. I DON'T MAKE THE RULES 🤷‍♀️

modern!ellie who has an INSANE vinyl collection.. it's all divorced dad music but she also owns a few of your favourite albums for when you come over<3

modern!ellie who is a barista. JUST HEAR ME OUT OKAY. while she's studying in college or something she works part time at a cafe... picture her with her little ponytail (like 17yo ellie) and her sleeves rolled up... UGHHH😭😭 she's so fine i can't.

talking about college... modern!ellie whose major is something nerdy like physics, astronomy or engineering... or maybe even architecture since she likes drawing so much

modern!ellie who was BEGGING you to move in with her until you finally agreed.. your apartment is the cutest thing ever, i feel like ellie's decorating style would be something like this:

modern!ellie who loves cuddling SOOOO MUCH. she's so touchy, she just IS.

modern!ellie whose burps make the entire building shake. it's actually insane and they smell so bad like.. you can smell the subway meatball sandwich she had for lunch earlier that day 😭😭

modern!ellie who constantly brags about you being her girlfriend, she never shuts up about you. and all of her instagram and tiktok posts would be about you (except from her outfit checks, of course)

modern!ellie who loves those cliche robbing movies, do you know what i'm talking about?? like those about robbing a bank or a museum and there's this incredibly unrealistic plan that comes out perfectly... THOSE kinds of movies. she eats them up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

modern!ellie who fights with people on the internet constantly 😭😭 she sees a comment on a tiktok video with an opinion different than hers? SHE'LL REPLY. and she's going to wait for HOURS for the other person to respond

modern!ellie who secretly loves laland. i said it.

modern!ellie who either sleeps for 12 hours straight or won't sleep for two days. there's no in between.

modern!ellie whose walk is so funny 😭😭 it's almost like she's jumping while she walks

modern!ellie who carries a picture of you absolutely EVERYWHERE

and your apartment is filled or pictures of both of you

modern!ellie who loves her friends. she makes those stupid tiktok slideshow trends about friends but posts them privately because she's embarrased about it 😢😢😢

modern!ellie who has a journal and writes every single thought that crosses her mind down. and when she doesn't have her journal with her she writes in her notes app

modern!ellie who secretly fucks with taylor swift's sad songs and cries to them

okay i think that's enough.. im getting a little too carried away 😭😭 lmk if you like them or if i should make a part two!!

[simplyalicee]

Sleepy Teacher

Miss Circle x GN!Reader

You held your papers to your chest, your heels clicking against the hard, tile floor of the hallway. The gentle sounds of your footsteps filled the silence that swept around you. Various flyers decorated the plain walls that were grey and gloomy. You'd occasionally come across a few drawings here and there from students. But aside from that, the design was simple.

You marked your way to the teacher's lounge, your stomach rumbling for some needed food.

You forgot to pack lunch.

You couldn't help it.

You taught your class as usual. Gave a two to three week unit, hand them a study guide, and test them the next day. It was a lot of papers to grade for a single teacher. You feared falling behind, so you spent hours at night trying to grade what you could. And so far, you've only managed to grade half of what was needed to be done. Not to mention that you also hadn't updated your lesson plans yet.

You took a seat at a table, the room empty. You placed the packets of papers on the desk and rubbed your temple. Your head throbbed with excruciating pain. You felt like crying. But you were a teacher. You signed up for this amount of stress, so you resorted to sucking it up with a sigh. After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you grabbed out your pen and began to grade the papers.

Time felt slow, and you grew more tired by the second. Sleep deprivation overwhelmed you and your thinking process. You spent 20 of the 35 minutes of lunch trying to grade a single packet. Your thought process was slowed down that you hadn't registered someone walking in the room.

"Mx. Y/N?" A soft, Japanese accent filled your ears, and you flinched, nearly dropping your pen. You turned your head around to see Miss Circle standing in the doorway.

"Goodness, you nearly scared me to death," you frowned.

"I called your name twice," her eyes narrowed at you.

"You did?"

"I did."

"But I didn't hear you. And since when did you come in?"

Miss Circle didn't say a word. Her eyes stared into your soul, and you knew right away that she caught on to your habits. This wasn't the first time she's found out about your lack of sleep. And unfortunately, she was not real happy about it. Her footsteps clicked against the floor as she made her way to you.

"How much sleep did you get this time?" She asked with a stern tone. You stared at her with visible confusion. You were zoned out until she had to tap your shoulder to get your attention. You simply tilted your head and stared. Miss Circle scoffed lightly.

"How do you expect to be a good role model when you can't even take proper care of yourself?"

"I do take care of yourself," you retorted.

"Then why are you staying up late?"

You stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to respond. You simply shook your head and went back to trying to grade papers. Miss Circle frowned in disapproval. She sat down next to you and lifted your chin up, turning your head to look at her.

"This isn't good for you, you know that by now. If you keep this up, I'll turn you in to the principle—"

"No, please don't!" You protested.

"But I will with the way you're neglecting your sleep. Papers shouldn't be over your top priority."

You stood silent, the feeling of dread washed over you. You hated how caring she was about you. You could handle a few hours of sleep, you thought. You crossed your arms and turned your head away from Miss Circle. Her fingers lightly tap against the table.

"And I'm assuming you didn't pack your lunch either?" She asked. Your eyes widened, and you stood silent. You felt her eyes glare down at you as your silence was obvious enough. Miss Circle mumbled a few words underneath her breath as she went through her lunch bag and pulled out a container with a sliced sandwich. She handed you the bag in front of you and reached over to take away the papers stacked in front of you. You glanced at her and groaned to yourself.

"You really don't need to," you mumbled.

"Oh, but I insist," she whispered back in a hushed but angry tone. "I'm not giving you a choice. Eat."

You shook your head. "No. Come on, seriously. I really need to grade those papers."

"Absolutely not. These papers can wait. Eat the sandwich, and I'll give them back to you."

You snarled in frustration. You were too tired, so you just slammed your head against the table with your arms folded. Miss Circle stared at you for one moment, her eyes narrowed down at you. After a moment of glaring, her gaze softens. She places the papers down beside her and presses her hand on top of yours.

"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just worried about you, okay? This isn't healthy for you. You can get yourself sick, you know."

"I know," you sighed. "But it's almost summer break. I can't slack off. The students are stressed enough as it is."

"And so are you. They're not the only ones dealing with stress," she reassured.

"..I'm so tired," you whispered, your vision getting blurry.

"I know you are,"

Miss Circle was about to continue her sentence. But you lifted your head up from the desk, leaned in, and leaned your head against her shoulder. You were tired to notice, but Miss Circle froze with shock and felt her face flush. She stood still and allowed you to lean against her, unsure of what to do. Finally, she wraps her arm around you and holds you close to her.

"Uhm, Y/N?" She gently called out. Nothing. She tilted her head, only to see that your eyes were closed. You fell asleep on her. Miss Circle was flustered, but she held you close. Using her foot, she pulled your chair closer and made you lean on her. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was steady. You felt at peace. Miss Circle couldn't help but feel her heart swell with adoration.

This was okay. Next hour was her planning period anyway. She didn't mind this, not one bit. Miss Circle kept you close, her fingers gently trailing against your skin that left goosebumps in their wake.

"I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile the longer her gaze stayed at yours. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

How sweet. ♡

☆------☆

I wrote this at 11 pm. It's not the greatest, but I hope this is well for you. ♡

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

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nsfw thoughts below {18+ fem!reader, mdni}

miguel had spent the last hour between your thighs, drawing out orgasm after orgasm to prep you. his tongue lavishly gliding over you, sucking and caressing your clit with his two middle fingers hooked inside.

he parts from the pool of sweetness between your legs, his lips and chin coated in your slick. "you’re ready now, baby,” he lowly states, trailing a slow, wet line of kisses along the crease of your cunt, travelling up your stomach.

you nod in response, fingertips grazing the broad swole of his shoulders, guiding him back up to you.

he steadies himself over you, hovering and caging you to the mattress, his big, burly arms settled on either side. he lowers, kissing your swollen lips, making you taste yourself from his tongue. “hermosa," he muffles against your mouth, tangling his large hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. "so beautiful." he whispers, peeling himself from your grasp.

he sits up once more, kneeling between your spread legs, his hips flush to the underside of your thighs. he toys with his aching cock, his palm rolling over the reddened length as he guides his tip towards your pussy. "s’good for me," he softly grins, dipping his leaking head into you, teasing and prying you open. "so, so good."

he has a tight grip around his base as he sinks in nice and slow, wanting to feel your gummy walls accommodate and stretch around his huge cock.

"s'too much," you pant, eyes screwed closed with kitted brows, wafting him away.

he stills, keeping a few inches of himself buried inside, allowing you to adjust to his girth. "you can take it… yeah, that’s it— doin' so good... so perfect,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I know, I know. doin’ so well.”

he lowers back to you, his muscular chest flush with yours, your breasts sandwiched between. he snakes his other hand up to cup your jaw, comforting you and angling your face up to meet his. "that's it," he mumbles against your muttering mouth, silencing you and swallowing your whimpers. he trails slow, soft kisses over your cheek to wipe away a pleasure-filled tear, brushing over the apple with his thumb. "you can take a bit more, hm?"

you nod once, chewing your bottom lip as you spread your legs a little further, adjusting your hips so he can slip in easier.

"yeah, that's it,” he exhales, his breathing strained from your tight grip around his dick. "god- mierda" he pants, his lips ghosting your throat with faint, subtle kisses.

your fingers trail his waist, running down to settle on his hips, halting him and his unrushed movements.

"can't take— can't take more," you breathlessly whine, panting into his mouth. "fuck." you cry out, fluttering around his cock, swallowing even more of him.

"don't— mhm— don't do that again," he groans, his brows furrowing with rapture. "will make me cum too soon, cariño," he quietly grumbles, bruising your lips in another harsh kiss. "keep still, mama. I'II take care of you." he adds, holding a few inches of himself buried in your pussy.

you stretch and twitch around him as he leisurely fucks you with half of his dick.

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

[hedgehog-moss]

I've received some absolutely deranged anons since reblogging that post saying celebrating mass slaughter of civilians is fucked up no matter what. One ask saying "wtf are you talking about, no one is celebrating anything, people think Israel is the victim as always" was sandwiched between two other asks, one cheering for genocide, one confused and uncertain as to whether or not going house to house slaughtering entire families is always a bad thing. Not using the word genocide lightly btw, the first ask was like "death to colonizers, all colonizers should die, there are no civilians in Israel, the death toll should have been higher." Another ask was 3 paragraphs that amounted to a clearly satisfied "reap what you sow." What did the murdered babies sow exactly? Or the abducted grandma who was a lifelong peace activist, who regularly drove people from Gaza to Jerusalem for medical care? I've seen lots of such comments in the notes of one post the other day, bonkers levels of dehumanising antisemitism, which was what prompted me to reblog a post by someone with a moral compass.

For a lot of progressive social media 'activists' the question of whether or not to condemn child murder is a really complex moral dilemma when it's being done by the right oppressed group or, let's be honest, if it's Jewish children being murdered for a good cause. It's repulsive. The idea that you can "side" with the children trapped in Gaza subjected to war crimes by hesitating to condemn war crimes against children on the other side is repulsive. The adults at that music festival and in surrounding villages didn't deserve to be massacred either but it's hard not to keep focusing on the children in the process of desperately trying to find a line in the sand with people who claim to care about justice. I wasn't going to make any more posts because the last thing social media needs is more unaffected people giving their 2 cents on this topic, but yeah I'll just say, if your moral stance is that being oppressed and persecuted long enough gives you the right to fight for your land at any cost, including costs borne by innocent children, then you are ideologically aligned with Israel's current government. Not everything is justifiable if done by / to the "right" people in the "right" circumstances. Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself what absolute (not relativistic, not contingent on context, incentives, or purpose) moral values you hold—any at all—if you can't draw a line in the sand with "rape" and "child murder" always on the other side of it.

[theshy1sout]

Okay, so

I finally got my bf into reading Homestuck. I was on a phone call with him as he read it at loud, voice-acting and stuff, while I was drawing. Today he reached the Dave first appearance and he discovered Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff.

You have to understand that I always thought that this comics was just a stupid joke that only Hussie understands and finds funny. Bc the moment I saw the page with the dog (you know which one) I left the comics and never looked at it again. Until today.

My boyfriend read every single page of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff in complete silence. I asked him what's wrong, and he said "This is extremely sad". I was confused so he started explaining to me how this comics is a way little Dave was coping with trauma of living with his abusive brother. I didn't believe that, so I started reading the comics again and you know what?

Imagine adult Dirk, being completely under Lord English control, going shopping with little Dave and destroying supermarket in frustration of not finding anything that Calliborn would recognize as a food, being arrested by police in process and leaving little Dave alone hidden somewhere in the shop.

Imagine little Dave being pushed from the stairs so many times by his bro, he drew a caricature of himself pushing his bro off the stairs in revenge. Or being regularly beaten so hard and often, so he drew comics in which his brother got beaten up, shitted on and even brutally killed.

Imagine little Dave being so hungry (bc of course brother didnt give him proper food) he literally threw himself at a Subway sandwich machine during idk a walk with his bro (probably) and tried to steal some food or even just smell the actual normal food and while doing so got abandoned by his brother. Again.

Of course we can't interpret this way every single page of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, but come on, if you start seeing it, you cant stop sensing that every single page is either a way Dave coped with a traumatic experience or a way he kind of got revenge on his brother in a way his brother wouldn't understand and notice and beat him up for doing so.

I searched internet for so long and can't find a single person who would interpret it this way. Am I wrong though??

It gets better. As we know, Dave from universe B also drew this comic. And we even got a directly explained to us interpretation: he started drawing it as a simple comic (probably to cope with the loneliness). Then when Batterwitch became a real danger and he saw that but couldn't react directly, he started using his comics as a way to show what Betty Crocker was really like. So we also had this two characters, one represented Betty Crocker and the second one represented society, and they had this very abusive relationship that had references to situations in real life in Universe B.

So my theory (or more like my bfs theory) is that Dave from universe A was using his comics for the same exact thing. He drew situations from his life in a unreadable for others way (and also no one taught him how to draw or write, and maybe later he kept the shitty format so it's unreadable and too shitty for his brother to read) to cope with trauma. We see in this comics that Sweet Bro is shaving himself above Jeffs face while he sleeps, a thing that Dave's bro could definitely do. We see some pages of Dave trying to understand sport, economy and politics in his own way, bc his brother of course didn't teach him shit. And we even got a page that might suggest that Dave was sexually molested by his bro. There are many scenes of Bro being abusive to Jeff or Jeff getting his revenge. We also have Geromy, a possible interpretation of John, and on one page Jeff (Dave) tries to come to Geromy's (John's) place to visit him, but he can't and he drowns instead (which is so sad???).

I could go through every single page with this interpretation. I think some pages being a foreshadowings for what is happening later in Homestuck is just an additional joke, Hussie loves having layers of meta twists and many unrelated things relating or referencing each other for no reason. I don't think the comics is Dave's unconscious traveling through time and revealing the future, bc if so then we would see every single page of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff being a foreshadowing, and they are not. I also think that the huge wink to the audience was the scene of Dave being pushed by his bro down the stairs and we see him falling with accompaniment of a little panel of Jeff saying "I warned you about the stairs, bro". For me this is a visible hint that this is what this page of the comics was about, it was a way of coping with trauma, it was Dave drawing his brother falling down the stairs and himself saying probably a line that his brother irl was saying to him a lot.

Dave drew his life. His own horror of a life and it was probably more terrifying than he revealed in act 6.

Do you remember the iconic "bro hug" from Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff? A hug from his bro, sth that Dave really needed and wanted, a simple hug that he was very nervous to asked for, he literally drew himself hugging his brother in his second comic, and then we have the very same scene of Davepeta and Arquius hugging (part of them was Dave hugging Dirk, even if artificial), and then we have the exactly opposite of the scene between actual Dave and Dirk, when instead of enthusiastic "we're doing it bro, its happening, were making it" it's Dave saying "fuck forgive me for what I'm doing, this is so messed up fuck" and it's not even full embrace like in his comic, it's awkwardly side by side hug when they didn't even sit on the same level (like in the comic or with sprites), no, Dave is lower, he's smaller, he's scared, he cant face his brother, he wants to but he can't and this is just aaaansnanbska dmnsksnsdkydykdky

Can someone talk about this comic more? This flashy shitty documentary of Dave's life drawn by idk maybe 8 years old Dave ? The more I read Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, the more depressed I am, cause this is so sad if I'm right about it. I really wish it was just stupid colorful comic without any deeper meaning, just faking to have one or sth....

Also I think Geromy is black bc either Dave didn't know how John looks like so he imagined him being somewhat similar to his fav president Obama or maybe he was just trying to make John's character as unlike John as possible so no one would suspect a thing. Or maybe he just imagine himself being friends with young Obama, who knows.

After editing this chaotic rambling I have two more things as a prove for my theory. One is picture above, and second is what Hussie said about Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff:

“SBaHJ is absolutely inseparable from HS, and has been almost from the start. If you don't understand this, then you don't understand HS very well. SBaHJ is like the mentally handicapped step brother of MSPA, requiring special attention, but no less cherished as a part of the family. It was originally intended as the chief source of in-house memes for dialogue, but this is ultimately a superficial purpose. Though it only has 20+ strips, it contains a pretty dense and internally consistent language of recurring symbols and typo-driven grammars, applicable as a rich sub-cognitive lexicon for highlighting elusive elements woven into the mythology of the story which tend to be shrouded in the unconscious.”

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Warming Up (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: You're cold. Aziraphale and Crowley can't have that, can they?

CW: none, this is so freakin soft

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“Are you cold, dearest? Oh, you’re positively shaking.” 

Aziraphale has his brows drawn down in that way that you know means he’s starting to overthink things and stress right out. You are in fact cold. Freezing, even. You nod, and Aziraphale tuts, drawing you into his embrace. 

“You poor thing,” he coos. 

You relax almost instantly, a sigh of relief melting out of you. Aziraphale rests his chin on the top of your head and rubs his hand over your back softly but firmly, trying to get the circulation going once again. 

“Crowley, love, would you mind popping in here for a moment?” Aziraphale calls, using his other hand to cover your ears softly just in case he was too loud for you. It was such a sweet gesture that it made you giggle, though you were immediately wracked with shivers as the cold bit back into your skin. 

“Mm- yes, Angel?” Crowley sticks his head around a bookcase. He takes one look at the view before him before promptly letting his protective instincts kick in. “What’s happened?” He sounds calm, but you know him better. You can hear the hint of a threat behind those words. 

“Our dearest here is cold. Come?” 

Crowley is pressed up behind you before the full sentence has left Aziraphale’s mouth. His warm hands wrap around you and the both of them are now sandwiching you between them. It takes a moment but cold does start to seep away. 

You decide that there’s nothing quite like being sandwiched for a warm cuddle with the afternoon light coming in through the window. You could stay like this forever. 

“There, now,” Aziraphale comforts. “Are you warming up?” 

You nod, snuggling into his chest further. The Angel chuckles, and the Demon behind you presses in closer with a soft grunt. 

Crowley pulls a miracle from below, and suddenly the three of you are in the bedroom upstairs. Your stomach lurches uncomfortably for a second at the momentary displacement, and Crowley chuckles. 

“Sorry, Pet- just thought- well, you know. Might be more comfortable in here.” He averts eye contact, doing his best to quell the flush creeping up his cheeks. “Blankets and things,” he adds. 

“Good idea,” you say, shivering as the both of them step away. You clamber into the middle of the bed. Your partners follow- one on either side of you. They pull you in close, Crowley nosing at your neck and Aziraphale pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Aziraphale miracles the blankets over the top of the three of you and settles down comfortably. 

“Can’t have our favourite mortal getting sick now, can we?” He says, tutting softly. 

“Mm- remember last time?” Crowley adds. “All that… mucus.” You can’t see his face but you can tell he has his lips screwed up in distaste. 

You roll your eyes and reach behind you to swat at him. 

“If I recall correctly- you were the one who wouldn’t leave me alone, remember?” The last time you’d gotten a cold, Crowley had barely left you alone for more than two minutes at a time. He’d been always coming by to see if you needed anything. It was sweet at first but did end up grating on you somewhat. “Couldn’t have thought it was that gross at the time.”

“Shut up,” he replied, nipping at your shoulder. You laugh. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought, dear.” 

It doesn’t take long at all before you’re all warmed up again, but you don’t tell Aziraphale or Crowley that. You enjoy their warmth far too much to let them go tend to their errands. At least not yet. 

They know this, of course- but they certainly don’t complain.

[withlove-xixi]

— WHAT'S GOOD, WHAT'S BAD: chilchuck x f!reader x chilchuck's wife

ᥫ cw: nsfw, mommy kink + daddy kink, threesome mff, dom/sub, praise kink, pet names, dacryphilia ᥫ wc: 1876 ★ i need you all to hear me out, i need you all to hear me out right now just for a bit PLEASE PLEASE— cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— CHILCHUCK AND HIS WIFE LIKED TO HAVE FUN. AND WHAT COULD YOU SAY? SO DID YOU.

[♡]: there was a thin line between good and bad, a thin line you thread like a tightrope, teetering between two sides. there was a rush, a jolt of adrenaline, that came with such reckless acts; the temptation of consequence of being caught between what’s good and what’s bad.

YOUR THROAT WAS DRY FROM ALL THE WHINING, your skin was sticky from all the sweat, your pussy wet from all the teasing. But still Chilchuck toyed with you.

The half-foot had you bend over his lap, fingers leisurely gliding up and down your slit, occasionally pulling off so slightly just to see the way your juices cling onto him as if not wanting to let him go.

You whine again as he repeats this process. "Hn- Pl-please… Want… Hah-" Your words were near incomprehensible, slurred together with strings of saliva and drool dripping from your mouth, sandwiched between either pants or small moans.

Chilchuck chuckles, and while you can't see him, you know he's smiling somewhere behind you. "Just a bit more, sweetheart. You can wait a bit more, yeah?" He asks softly, quietly, gently, like he's talking to a kid.

You only whimper in response as his fingers dive back into your pussy, index and middle fingers stretching apart, spreading your folds. You feel his other hand go down your spine, causing you to arch your back.

This was going on for so long now— too long. Tears began pricking your eyes, brows furrowed in frustration from how leisurely Chilchuck was, how he was biding his time toying with you. You pout at him, your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and annoyance.

"Please, Ch-chilchuck—!" You whine once more, moaning languidly when his thumb brushes against your sensitive bud.

There's a soft chuckle next to you as you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"Poor baby," a voice coos, soft and gentle yet laced with faux sympathy. "Is the old man bein' mean to you, princess?"

A shaky whimper leaves your lips as you nod, chest heaving. Chilchuck grumbles something about not being that old, but his wife only chuckles again.

You feel her hand, smaller and lighter, smooth over the skin of your back and glides down to the plush curve of your ass in a featherlight touch.

"Honey, will you quit bein' mean to her? Next time she might not want to join us." Her tone was playful, like she was spewing empty threats, which she well knew they were.

"Think she likes it when I'm mean to her," Chilchuck says with a huff, his fingers still sliding up and down your cunt, though definitely with more pressure.

His wife giggles. "You think so? Sweetie, do you like when he's mean to you?" She asks you in an almost sing-song tone, leaning down so her face is about next to yours.

You open your mouth to respond, only for a loud moan to rasp out as Chilchuck finally pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them deep into your core.

She giggles again, kissing you on the tip of your nose. "That’s it. Good girl," Chilchuck praises at your reaction, his free hand reaching up to your head to pet it. "So wet…"

"Hm," his wife hums, sitting up and shuffling closer to her husband.

She leans over you to meet his lips in a curt kiss, leaving the auburn haired man sighing in contentment. His fingers still inside you, distracted by his wife's soft lips dancing over his and her tongue licking across them. You whine, wiggling your hips against his hand to try and regain some movement, some friction.

The couple pulls away. "Honey," his wife coos, drawing out the word, cupping his face with both her hands. Chilchuck looks at her dreamily. "You're bein' mean again."

"So mean…" You echo, small tears rolling down your cheeks as you frown.

"Oh, poor thing!" A hand reaches to caress your cheek, fingers brushing against the moisture of your tears. "Such a meanie, you are, honey. Making our poor baby cry."

Your heart flutters at the word our, but you're too distracted to react any other way than grumbling soft whines when Chilchuck begins leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of you. His wife smiles fondly at your reaction, lightly petting your cheek, as skilled fingers continue to fill your insides at a pace you're less than happy about.

His wife shushes you, nimble fingers traces the tear lines down your cheeks, wiping them away with the pads of her thumbs. “It’s okay, baby, mommy’s got you.” She says, softly and gently. And it’s this point in the sex when you really begin to get riled up.

There’s another whine that leaves your lips. And Chilchuck feels the way you flutter around his fingers when his wife babies you, it makes his mouth run dry and his dick twitch in the tight confines of his trousers. A low groan erupts from his throat as he thrusts his fingers quicker into you.

A shudder runs down your spine at the sudden change in tempo, your shaky moan echoing in the room. Chilchuck's wife chuckles, amused at your reaction.

"Havin' fun, hm? Like it when daddy fingers you like that?" She asks, leaning down to press a gentle, chaste kiss on your lips.

You nod in such a trance-like manner and she laughs at your reaction once more. Chilchuck mutters a short string of curses, suddenly encouraged to piston his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, the sloppy noises only getting louder. His fingers curl inside you, prodding at the sweet swollen spot deep in your pussy.

"Such a silly girl!" His wife places another kiss on your lips. "One minute you're complaining about how mean daddy is, the next you're melting on his lap."

You only moan, tears freely rolling down your face. A hand pets the back of your head, carefully and lightly scraping your scalp with her fingernails.

"So tight, darling." Chilchuck says breathily, almost dreamily. "So good for me."

"For us." His wife corrects, moving to kiss her husband once more.

Their lips connect in a haphazard clash of tongue and teeth. She could tell her husband was getting riled up, his patience thinning with each unashamed moan that leaves your lips. He kisses back with such lack of direction, tongue quickly darting into her mouth and licking at her teeth and the roof of her mouth. The muffled moan from her throat is snuffed by Chilchuck's tongue pressing against hers, the sound mixed with the wet slapping of his fingers in and out of your cunt. Her hand in your hair tightens its grip ever so slightly, your head follows when she unintentionally pulls it towards her.

The couple pull away, a string of saliva connecting the remnants of their kiss. You whimper at the lack of attention on you and the quick approaching peak of your pleasure. Chilchuck made sure his wife's kisses didn't distract him from you.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't like when mommy and daddy kiss?" His wife taunts, her hand finally relaxing again and moving to soothingly rub at the area she had pulled from.

Another whimper. "W— Hng! Hah- I want– want too–!" You softly plead between moans and pants, tilting your head at an uncomfortable angle to pout and pucker your lips at her.

She finds your expression tantalizing, biding her sweet time drinking in the almost pathetic way your pupils dilate and your spit spill. But still, she finds it in herself to tease you.

But when she opens her mouth to speak, she's cut off by the thunderous smack of skin against skin, followed by the shocked gasp and loud whine that leaves your lips.

She glances back, peering at her husband whose hand still lays on top of your ass, the same one that had just been curling inside your cunt. There's a growing red print on your skin, the remaining sting of pain evident at the way you wince at the mere feel of Chilchuck's hand.

"Didn't I teach you to ask more nicely?" He asks, voice low and even. Chilchuck can be scary sometimes, in his own way, it sends chills down your spine every time.

"N… N-no, daddy…" You say, voice hoarse and shaky. "'m sorry…"

There's another smack and another gasp and whine.

"Go on then," he says, his hand gingerly rubbing circles against you, "ask again."

There's a short pause of you catching your breath. Chilchuck's wife is almost amused by her husband's quick shift in demeanor. As much as she liked to tease him about it, he was never usually the mean one.

"Hah- I-I'm sorry… Pl- Please… kiss me too…" Your sentence is littered with pauses for breaths, and it's evident you're just a bit embarrassed about having to correct yourself.

"Better. Good girl," Chilchuck says, sliding his fingers back into your cunt.

A pleasured sob leaves your lips in a shaky rasp. Your body trembles, growing sensitive from the overstimulation. A gentle hand slowly glides from your cheekbone down to your chin, tilting your head upwards. A pair of soft lips meet yours, the kiss you've been craving for since you three had started. Chilchuck's wife cups your cheek lovingly, thumb stroking against the plushness of it as her tongue sneaks its way into your mouth. The wet muscle dances with yours, a swirl of slick saliva in your mouths.

Chilchuck pumps his fingers a bit faster, occasionally hooking them deep inside you, each time causing you to clench around them and your body to jolt in surprise. You can feel it, finally reaching the precipice of pleasure. Whining into the kiss, your muffled sobs and moans echo from your throat in low, raspy beats.

Chilchuck's wife pulls away momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath and for a few gasps and moans to slip out, before she plunges back into another kiss. One of her hands finds the back of your head, fingers entangling in your hair as she pulls you forward while she tilts your head, deepening the kiss.

You choke, the strangled sound of spit accidentally slipping down your throat, as you clench around Chilchuck's fingers, finally reaching your long awaited orgasm. He continues to thrust them into you, drawing out your pleasure as he feels each spasm of your cunt against his skin. His wife pulls away, letting you breathe once more.

"Good job, you did so good, baby," she whispers into your ear before kissing your temple. Her hands return to your cheeks, smearing residual tears against your skin as she soothingly caresses you.

"So good, darling," Chilchuck praises in a whisper, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "So pretty cumming on my fingers. Look."

His wife guides your head to turn to the side where he shows you his hand, coated in your slick. Chilchuck slightly spreads his fingers apart before pulling them close, allowing strings of your arousal to bridge between his digits. You whimper at the sight.

You feel his wife’s hand push your shoulder backwards, in tandem, Chilchuck’s find your waist and pull you flush against his back. There’s a small sound of surprise that leaves your lips when you find yourself seated on Chilchuck’s lap, ass pressed against the stiffness in his pants. You try to speak, dreading how dry your throat felt, but his wife pressed a kiss against your open mouth.

She giggles, almost mischievously. “You didn’t think we were done playing with you, right?”

[nekomaiddennis]

Can you draw Dennis Reynolds from Dennis Reynolds Always Sunny (its) in Philadelphia and he's in the store and he has a csrt full of wonder bread, and this can be any store also, and he's shoveling wonder bread into his already full cart in copious amounts and he's remarking how the price has gone up but he can afford such a luxury because he loves white bread sandwiches on wonder bread with mayo and that he has plenty of money thanks to Frank's new logging business clearing 70 acres in the Amazon and he's planning to have a wonder bread picnic with Mac and he's buying more wonder bread for his picnic with Mac and I think he should look either very smug or slightly coquettish and blushing from the indulgence of purchasing several dozen maybe hundred loaves of wonder bread? I think also he should say that Dee can't afford it because she's a bird? Charlie can be here but he can't have any of the wonder bread or white bread at all.

do you people see what I have to put up with

[factual-fantasy]

Good day Factual! Hope you're starting to feel a bit better- colds that just refuse to go away are the worst! Glad you've been having some fun playing and drawing Pokemon in the meantime though- and thanks a million for giving us all that great art of Grimace! Him and Sylvester definitely have a wholesome, brotherly bond, and it would be sweet to see some more of them someday, though as always, draw whatever you wish! In the meantime, as a little side Ask- could you tell us how you met them perhaps? Both in game and in "story"? Did you catch them like usual Pokemon, or did they join willingly?

And as for my main Ask- I thought I'd inquire about two of my favorite lesser known Mario enemies, and their places in your AU- starting with the fire spitting, three horned menaces, the Reznors!

Despite them essentially just being chibified triceratops, I've always liked their designs, their pack mentality, and the goofy noises they make! Sadly, Nintendo hasn't used them for much other than a couple gimmicky mini bosses, but I figure if the Bowser of your AU had a few, he'd put them to much better use! Just spitballing here, but you've come up with some cool ideas of how the Koopas use various other creatures- what if they used tamed Reznors as battle mounts, like how humans have used elephants! Imagine the Koopas armoring them up, loading troops on to their backs, and then charging into battle, bullet bills a-blazing! ( Just my idea- what do you think? )

And then the other enemy I wanted to mention, is the rarely remembered, deadly dino from w 1-1 of Super Mario World- the Rex!

They were powerful, speedy critters with a nasty bite- and while Nintendo rarely makes use of them nowadays, many fans still hold them and their lore implications close to their hearts- due to their uncanny resemblance to Yoshis... Because of this, many have theorized they share a common Ancestor- though others fear that perhaps a form of evil magic was involved- which, I think would be a perfect fit for your AU! Since your Kamek has showcased powerful, corruptive magics in the past- what if he created the Rexs, either by mutating captured Yoshis, or enchanting stolen Yoshi eggs before they hatched!? Either way, id imagine they would be just as large and aggressive as your yoshis- and serve the Koopas well as guard dogs, or perhaps as alternative mounts- being weaker, but more nimble and agile than a Reznor. But what's your take? Would either of these guys make the cut? Or not be included at all- ( which would be fine too, I just wanted to ask, and pitch some ideas! )

(Grimace and Sylvester art in question)

Hey there! Unfortunately I'm going downhill a bit, I think my cold is really startin to take me down. Which is just wonderful 🥲 at least I have Pokemon Scarlet to keep my mind busy!

Speaking of Pokemon, Grimace and Sylvester actually do have a story to them..

Starting with Grimace, I actually kinda got him on accident due to a 3 day long brain fart. Let me explain- <XD

So picture this. It's early in the game and I spot a Duskull. I think "Oh cool! Dusknoir is my favorite pokemon! I gotta catch one so he'll eventually evolve into a Dusknoir! :D" So I catch one and name him Dusty.

I ran around with Dusty, training him, loving him, feeding him sandwiches, the works, for 3 days or so. 3. Real life. Days.

It's only when I'm a about to go to bed and I'm thinking about him that I realized..

Dusty is a Gastly. Not a Duskull. He will eventually turn into a Gengar. Not a Dusknoir.

I still can't figure out how I looked at a Gastly and had my brain go "catch one! It'll turn into a Dusknoir! :DD"

So anyways, I didn't really want a Gengar.. but by the time I had noticed my mistake, I had already gotten attached to the big guy. So I accepted defeat, renamed him Grimace and gave up on my dreams of having a Dusknoir. I'll get a Dusknoir in legends Arceus anyways it's fine- <XD

Now Sylvester...

I knew right when I started the game that I wanted a female Sylveon. That was a big goal of mine. And I knew of a place early on in the game where there was a chance for Eevee to spawn. So I ate a sandwich that increased my normal type spawn rate and hunted for a while.

It was quite the drag since Eevees we're still a rare spawn.. but I was able to find some and catch them all. Though there was one peoblem. Every single Eevee I encountered was male! I wanted a female eevee!

It was a few hours into Eevee hunting that I went and Googled the female to male ratio on Eevees. Females have like a 12% spawn rate... Whoops. Looks like I'm not gonna find a female eevee this early on in the game....

But I still wanted a Sylveon.. 🥺

So I did some thinking. I imagined my trainer as a character. I picture them catching a male Eevee and loving him just the way he is. Saying that he doesn't have to evolve for them. Classic Eevee/trailer relationship. And I imagined the Eevee being so happy with this trainer and loving his team so much, that he evolved into a Sylveon. And he's not ashamed at all! His form is the ultimate expression of his love for his friends and his trainer!

I also pictured tweaking Sylvester's body type to make him apear more masculine. Changing the shape of his bows and ears to look sharper. Making his eyes a bit smaller and making his paws pointier.

Point is, the story I built in my head and all the drawing ideas this gave me... Plus my inability to catch a female eevee.. resulted in me adopting one of the male Eevees and evolving him into a Sylveon XD

Anyways XD as for your Mario questions...

I'm actually unfamiliar with those enemies <:0 though having a little more diversity in the Koopa kingdom would be good.. perhaps I could look into the Reznors a bit more and incorporate them somehow.. like you said, making them battle mounts or something similar..

Now the Rex, what an odd critter.. definitely haven't seen that guy before- :00 he really does look a lot like a Yoshi.. I'd have to look into those guys a bit too before I decided what to do with them.. but I'm liking your ideas! Kamek corrupting Yoshi eggs or something similar to make more mindless drones.. that's something he would do! 😅 But I'd probably takes away the Rex wings.. Yoshis can't fly! ☝️

Aaaanywho, thank you as always for the ask and interest! :}} This distraction came at a very good time 🥹💔

[callalillywrites]

Their Sweet Omega 3

Part 2 / Part 4 / Series Masterlist

This picks up right where Part 2 ends. I can't believe we're almost through with the main story. I'm a little sad. Good thing I have a growing list of one-shot slice-of-life fics I'm going to add as soon as I can for these three. They really do own my heart right now.

Relationship: Alpha!Jake Jensen / Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers / Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1600

Summary: Omega spends some quality time with Jake and Steve, including their first sleepover together.

Warnings: nothing too drastic, still soft Jake, some insecurity on Steve's part, mostly fluff

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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Jake can’t remember the last time he had so much fun, and he’s not about ready to see it end when he and Omega set their consoles down. He’s determined to do everything to draw it out to keep her in their company a little while longer. It helps that this is the most peaceful he’s seen Steve sleep after an asthma attack in forever.

“Hungry?”

She nods.

He stops her from getting up, not wanting Steve to wake. Hurrying towards the kitchen, he pulls the soup she’d made from the fridge and places it in a saucepan to reheat it properly. While it reaches a boil, he pulls out the griddle pan he bought ages ago, then retrieves the makings for some grilled cheeses.

While he works in the kitchen, Omega resumes her gentle ministrations through Steve’s hair, slowly stirring him awake. She’s aided by the delicious smells coming from the kitchen as his stomach grumbles from lack of food.

“I didn’t dream you,” he mumbles happily, rubbing at his eyes as he tries to shake the sleep from his system.

Omega grins down at him. “No, you didn’t dream me. Feeling any better?”

Steve turns his head so he can nuzzle against her stomach, his arms tightening their hold around her. “Much better with you here.”

The deep shadows under his eyes seem to have lessened when she manages to sneak a peek at them. He certainly seems a bit stronger with how tight his grip is around her waist, not willing to let her move for the time being. It’s a good thing she’s happy where she is.

When Jake reappears with their food on a tray, his face splits into a grin as well, seeing Steve’s eyes open and a bit more alert than they’d been earlier that day. “Hey, sleepyhead. Food’s ready. Think you can sit up and eat some?”

Steve immediately shakes his head. “Too comfy.”

Omega bites back a giggle at his antics, a little surprised but no less pleased by this side of Steve who’s usually far more reserved than Jake.

The perfect compromise comes in her ripping off small bites of the sandwiches Jake made and feeding them to Steve where he continues to rest in his original position. It’s only when Jake insists Steve have a few bites of the soup Omega made that Steve finally pushes to a sitting position, uncaring of the creases along his cheeks from his hours-long nap.

Both spend a few minutes praising her for her culinary talents though Steve doesn’t quite finish off his bowl like Jake does. He’s already ready to go back to sleep by the time Jake retrieves all the dishes and returns them to the kitchen for cleaning. He happily dives back into Omega’s embrace when she pats her lap. He’s dozing again by the time Jake returns.

When he does, Omega offers up the idea of a movie while Steve gets a bit more shuteye. She’s not any readier to end the night, either. She’s enjoying this quiet time with them.

Jake soon digs through the small collection she’s brought with them and settles on one of his favorites from the pile, loving the fact she has similar tastes to him and Steve in movies, too. He pops it into the player and asks if she needs anything before he hits play.

Rather than sink into the chair by the sofa, Jake shifts Steve’s legs until he has them in his lap, rubbing at Steve’s calves and hip. He reaches behind them to turn the lights off while the movie plays. Every so often, he’ll catch a whiff of Omega’s scent and find himself leaning closer to her.

Unknown to him, she’s doing her best to scoot a bit closer to him without disturbing Steve and his slumber. She’s just as enticed by his comforting scent.

They eventually meet in the middle with her head resting on his shoulder and his on top of hers. Steve hums but never actually wakes though he seems to have realized their intent and moved himself as well to accommodate them while staying put.

At one point during the movie, Jake whispers, “Stay with us tonight?”

“Okay.”

No argument. No hesitation. Just pure agreement and acceptance.

Jake releases the breath he’s holding, sinking deeper into the couch. His free arm leaves the back of the couch and wraps around her shoulders, tugging her slightly closer. He presses a kiss to her hair and tries not to purr his satisfaction. No sense in ruining the movie though it doesn’t stop a few rumbles from coming through. He just hopes that Omega doesn’t notice when they do.

She does, but she keeps that to herself, hiding her pleased smile.

When the movie comes to an end, Omega is doing her best to stifle her yawns. The day hasn’t been hard at all, but she got up earlier than usual to work on a large order. It’s beginning to take a toll on her.

Sensing her tiredness, Jake nudges Steve awake and helps him to his feet. “Come on, Bubba. Time for bed for both of you.”

“You, too,” Steve grumbles.

Jake simply shakes his head. “Me, too, Bubba. Come on. Gotta get our angel set for the night.”

Steve softly cheers at the thought of Omega staying the night with them, already asking her to sleep in the middle. “It’s not fair if I get her all to myself. Already got more cuddles than you. Fair is fair.”

Omega covers her mouth to hide her amusement at Steve’s words. It’s nice to hear how much they care about each other and by extension herself as she follows them into their bedroom.

“You sleeping in what you got on, Bubba, or you want a change of clothes?”

“Too much effort,” Steve says already leaning toward the big bed in the center of the room.

Jake stops him from getting too far. “Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t have to change, but you do need to brush your teeth. You can do that, Bubba. I know you can.”

A huff answers him, but it’s enough to satisfy Jake as he hauls Steve into the bathroom and sets up his toothbrush, leaving him temporarily on the toilet lid.

He hurries to gather up a change of clothes and a spare toothbrush for Omega, not wanting to leave Steve alone too long.

“Just let me get Steve done and then it’s all yours.”

True to his word, he has Steve out of the bathroom in a few minutes, leaving the door open for her to head in. She doesn’t hesitate when she overhears Steve asking if she’s really staying. He adds how much he really wants her to stay, not recalling what he said earlier about sharing her with Jake. The poor thing is still so exhausted, and she’s eager to give him a few more cuddles in the hopes of helping him.

Not wasting a moment, she hurries to put on the borrowed clothes and brush her teeth. She washes her face with some of the face wash she finds on the counter, removing what little makeup she has on. Satisfied with her efforts, she returns to the room to find Jake sitting on the bed’s edge.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before pushing to his feet. He slows her progress to press a kiss to her hair before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door.

Steve’s already in the bed on what must be his side based on the items she could make out on his side table. His eyes are hooded though he’s still clinging to consciousness as best he can to see her settle in the bed next to him.

A slight pout forms when he spots the clothing that she’s wearing though he does admit aloud, “Jake’s clothes look good on you. Mine are too small. I’m too small.”

“You, sweet Beta, are perfect the way you are. If I can’t wear your clothes, I’m sure we can find something I can wear to show I’m yours.”

“Are you ours?” he asks, his brows knitting while fighting off sleep.

She presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “You and Jake are mine, and I’m yours. When you’re feeling better, I’ll even prove it by letting you mark me.”

“Hm, I like the sound of that,” Steve says, scooting in close enough to nuzzle at her neck. He inhales deeply at her scent gland before allowing sleep to claim him again. His arm moves over her waist and tugs her until there’s barely an inch of space between them.

“Sleep well, Stevie. Love you, my precious Beta.”

All she hears is a soft hum in return.

She jumps when a warm body settles against her back, momentarily forgetting about Jake while watching Steve fall asleep.

“Sorry, angel. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Jake says, instantly backing away.

She grabs his arm and tugs him towards her. “You can never scare me, Alpha. I know I’m safe with you. Just got a little lost in thought, I guess.”

“Always here if you want to talk, angel, about anything.”

Jake settles along her back, his arm going around her waist while his face nuzzled along the opposite side of her neck from Steve’s current position. Like Steve, he inhales a deep whiff of her scent gland and moans his approval.

“I know,” she whispers, turning her head to meet his earnest expression. “I love you, Jake.”

The smile that blooms across his face can barely be contained as he leans forward and captures her lips in a kiss that leaves her dizzy with promise.

*****

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