#lacy fins

[thechromebucket]

Mermay 2023: Xerva

[memoryaqua]

This is so gorgeous!

MerMay 02, 2024 ~ pencils on Strathmore BRISTOL paper ~ Lucas Werneck

[just-another-obsessed-fangirl]

So about half of my clothes give or take are hand me downs from relatives, and each part of this Lola Bunny outfit was from different cousins. I asked the one who I got the bunny ears from why she even had them in the first place and she refused to tell me lol

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

48 / 1.1k / shark mermen Ghost and Soap + lionfish mermaid reader, courtesy of @porcelainpot :)

...

The moment you and Soap lock eyes, you push yourself up off the soft sea floor. Tendrils of sand, gold in the sun, trail after your tailfin all the way back into the tangle of reef coral you’ve claimed as your home.

Soap laughs behind you.

Why is he so obsessed with this? This stupid game he plays. Ghost—who rolls over near the sunny patch where you were just lazing together—doesn’t care when you’re around. You don’t bother him; he doesn’t bother you. But Soap won’t leave you alone. He all but ignores the clear warning signs all over your body—the auburn striping your tail; your bright, fanlike fins; the enormous fuckoff venom-coated spines running the length of your dorsal line, arms, and ear fins.  

You scowl. Every time you think he won’t find you when you venture out into the reef, every time you let yourself relax after the day’s hunting is done, he turns up. Watching you the same way he’s looking at you right now: too fucking closely. His eyes flash with mischief and lock onto your fins through the sparse gaps in your coral cave.

“Think she bites?” he asks Ghost.

Ghost grunts. “Most things do.”

“Saw her lookin’ at you like she might want to take a piece home.”

“Doubt it.”

“Doubt you’d feel it if she did. Could hardly kill a minnow with those wee teeth. Don’t know how she hunts with ‘em.”

You duck down back into the entrance of your cave with a flick of your lacy tail. He’s talking loudly enough for you to hear on purpose. “You’re never getting close enough to find out,” you snap.

Soap’s smirk stretches into a grin. You took the bait. “Can’t hide in your cage forever, can ya?”

Ghost rolls back over. “She’s got more sense than the ones who swim toward you.”

“Oh, piss off. Fleein’ from a predator is what prey fish do. It’s a natural response.”

You lurk a little further outside your cave. “I’m not prey. I’m just as much a predator as you sharks.”

This time, Ghost is the one who scoffs. “Sure you are.”

Soap swims up closer to your hiding spot, eyes roaming over your form. You bristle instinctively and raise your spines in warning as he drifts closer. But it doesn’t drive him away. If anything, it seems to draw his interest even more.

“Ya’ve got an impressive display, I’ll give it that,” he says. “But you’re a scrap compared to us.”

“So? I don’t need size to defend myself.” You fan your fins up higher, emboldened as you rise with the current.

Soap grins even wider at the threat display. You’re all barbed fins, colorful scales, and angry pout. His gaze reflects the challenge you’re issuing him. “Careful sayin’ that. I’ll chase you if you tease me.”

Ghost lets out an irritated growl at Soap’s flirtation, knowing very well Soap only says these things to get a rise out of you. “Those spines aren’t just for show, Soap. You know what lionfish venom feels like. Bet hers is worse. Might kill you. You think it's worth dying just to prove a point?"

“I think spines break as easy as they sting.”

Anger surges through your chest. “Brute,” you snap.

Soap laughs. You don’t seem to notice you’ve drifted some distance away from your hiding spot, but he has. Ghost shifts, side-eying both of you more closely.

“I’m just curious, gorgeous.” His senses sharpen with the thrill of your threat display and your anger. Of course he thinks it’s sexy. The more you insult him, the more he wants to see what it takes to earn more than just that sharp tongue of yours. “Think touchin’ you might be worth the sting.”

“You’d be wrong.”

“You’re cute when you’ve got a problem with me. Gnashin’ like a miniature barracuda.”

You puff up a little more, daring to swim closer. You’re smugly satisfied when he backs away a little in response.

“Try it,” you bluff.

Soap’s eyes drop down, tracing the length of your fins, and he grins. He’s just as aware of the lethality of any lionfish's wicked barbs as he is of their beauty, but he doesn’t seem particularly deterred by the threats of this particular mer wielding them. “Bet you wouldn’t bite me too hard.”

“Soap.” Ghost’s voice is calm, but a warning lurks in his tone. “Don’t provoke her.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Soap replies without looking away from you. “Bet those spines are brittle.” He reaches forward to touch one.

You hiss and whip your tail away on instinct, darting back. Your spines are still raised in defense. But your rational mind doesn’t want to risk him getting any closer. You don’t want him to know what happens if he's stung--that your venom is a faulty mimic of a true lionfish. He needs to think you're dangerous and keep his distance. And you need to keep your pride intact.

Soap hardly notices how upset you are. He’s thrilled to provoke an interesting new reaction out of you. Before he can reach out again, though, Ghost grabs his wrist and jerks him back, forcing him out of your personal space.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re not fast enough to avoid a sting.”

“You’re no fun, Ghost.”

“Fuck off,” you snap. Your heart is pounding. He got too close, way too close.

You retreat while Ghost has ahold of him, slipping down into your small den and out of sight. Soap calls after you, but he’s not surprised when you don’t come back out.

Soap rips his wrist out of Ghost’s claws with a muttered curse. At Ghost’s hard look, he snaps, “Like you wouldn’t do it too.”

“That’s not the problem. She’s a pincushion. You go pissing her off too much, you’re going to wind up full of poison.

“Aye.”

“And it'll probably kill you. Hurt the whole time doing it. It’s all fun and games until you’re dying because you just couldn’t help but poke a pretty fish.”

Soap scoffs. “You’re exaggerating. No sting can kill me. It'll hurt a little an’ I’ll be fine.”

Ghost gives Soap an unimpressed glance. “And if you're wrong? You think you’re strong enough to fight off a neurotoxin.” He snorts. “You want to test that hypothesis?”

Soap glances back at your den with a frown.

“Keep your bloody distance,” Ghost mutters, giving Soap a shove back toward the center of the reef. “She’s no prize.”

Soap gives in and turns back toward the reef, turning a restless corkscrew in the water. Still, the smirk reappears on his face. “Aye. Little nightmare, isn’t she?” He sighs. “All bite and no kiss.”

...

[part 1 ] / part 2 by porcelainpot here!! <3

more mer au / more Soap / masterlist

[dearly-somber]

the other girl | h.hj | skz

-> pairing. cheater!hyunjin x female reader

-> genre. angst, breakups

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 586

-> warnings. cheating, reader finds another woman’s nudes on Hyunjin’s phone

-> a/n. I was writing a lot of cheating fics back in the day, huh…

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 17th, 2020 @ 22:35

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:05

You’re laying with your back propped up against the headboard, fiddling mindlessly with your fingers while deep in thought. You’ve had a suspicion that he had been cheating on you for quite some time now, but somehow you’d managed to convince yourself otherwise.

Why was it bothering you so much now, you wonder? Because he’d called you by a different nickname. It wasn’t unusual, but it was odd. Of course, it was something small. But even the way he’d walk out of the room to take a call (something he’d never done before), and then come back with a large smile on his face, utterly pleased with himself, was suspicious.

“Babe?”

Your head darts up to the doorway where Hyunjin is leaning against the door, hands folded over his chest. He’s dressed and ready to go already.

“Can’t you stay a while longer?” you ask hopelessly, already knowing what his answer will be. Doesn’t matter that you just had sex—he’d leave immediately after. It sent a tidal wave of alarms off in your head that you’ve been pushing down for god knows how long now, all because you want to believe that no, he wouldn’t do that to you.

He smiles at you sadly, looking down at his combat boots before clearing his throat. “I’ll be back tomorrow?”

You sigh, sliding out from under the covers to get dressed. Hyunjin watches you closely as you get dressed into your own clothes, choosing for the first time in forever to not wear something of his before you saunter close. With a hand on his shoulder, you stand on the tips of your toes to place a resigned kiss to his cheek.

“See you tomorrow.” You smile sadly before turning back and sitting down in bed, hopping onto Twitter to distract yourself.

Hyunjin feels the guilt eating at him as he exits your apartment, shoving it down when he receives a picture of Olivia in lacy-black lingerie.

come over xoxo

Hyunjin bites his lip, looking dejectedly back at your door before heading to Olivia’s house a few blocks away.

———

It’s unsurprising when exactly four months later you see Hyunjin’s phone ding with a notification from Livia🍑. You look at the bathroom door, steam emanating through the crack at the bottom while Hyunjin hums to some song he heard on the radio.

Biting your lip, you unlock his phone (you shared passwords when you moved in together) and check the message only to close your eyes quickly after seeing it. What person would ever feel comfortable sending pictures of them masturbating?

Hyunjin comes out of the shower whistling, stopping immediately with his hand gripping the towel around his waist. You look at him with a pissed smile and sad eyes.

“All I’ve been wondering since I started suspecting was which one of us is the ‘other girl’, in your world. The diamond versus the pearl. Who’s the first and who’s the fool? At this point I don’t even wanna know.” You shove the phone into his chest, tears streaming down your face as he blunders, stumbling over his feet and his words to try and get you to stop and listen. He knows he’s too late by the determined shoving of your clothes into a travel bag, just wanting to get back to your apartment. Anywhere he isn’t.

“Y/N, please—“

“Don’t. We’re over,” you spit, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before fumbling to unlock the door through your blurry vision. “I’ll move your stuff.”

[mxltifxnd0m]

dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate ⟢ s. winchester

summary: unrequited love is a bitch; inspired/based on the song lacy by olivia rodrigo

pairings: stanford era! sam winchester x gn! reader (unrequited), sam winchester x afab! reader, sam winchester x jessica moore

word count: 2.3K

warnings: canon compliant, angst, lot of angst, unrequited love, mentions of sex/masturbation, some cursing, no happy ending, kinda edited

a/n: i had written this around this time last year and then finished it in the summer but i hated how it turned out so i finally was able to rewrite and it think it turned out much better. also i'd recommend giving the song a listen before reading!

but enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You didn’t know if you hated Jessica or hated the fact that she was everything you weren’t. You couldn’t help but feel like something was punching at your ribs anytime you saw her. Jessica was the epitome of beauty; she was tall, had curly blonde hair that never seemed to get frizzy, big blue eyes that were always wide with kindness,  and a sickly sweet smile that never failed to make you feel like your teeth could rot at the sight of it.

Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but it was like she didn’t have a bad bone in her body. Jessica was caring, intelligent, witty, strong-willed, and generous. You knew she had a big heart after meeting her a few times. She was practically an angel. 

You knew it from the moment Sam introduced you to her as his girlfriend that you had lost him. 

You tugged at the sleeves of your form-fitting black shirt at your wrists as you lingered outside of the apartment where Sam told you to meet him. Some of your mutual friends were hosting a small get-together before you guys went on fall break.

Just go in, mingle for a little, meet Sam’s girlfriend while you feel your heartbreak, and then leave. You think back to the plan that you made while you were getting ready. 

You take a deep breath and let it out before knocking on the door.

When the door swings open, you’re met with a tipsy Brady.  

“Jinx! You’re fin-finally here!” Brady’s words are slurred as he welcomes you into the apartment.

You gave him a tight smile in response. “Yeah, I’m here, Brady. I got held up with some homework.” You never really understood why Brady started to call you Jinx, but he’s called you that nickname so many times. Now you’re stuck with it, and now everyone in his circle (barring Sam) calls you by it.  

You tolerated it, but you’ve always gotten weird vibes from Brady when Sam introduced the two of you.

Brady swung an arm around your shoulders, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned down to speak to you.

“You ready to meet Sam’s girl?” Brady asked you slyly.

You raised an eyebrow at him. How did he know that you were meeting her for the first time?

“Oh, wipe that look off of your face, Jinxy. Sam told me before this that he was introducing his best friend to Jessica.”

“Did he tell you before or after you consumed an entire liquor cabinet?” You quipped, trying to hide the inner turmoil you were feeling.

Brady straightened up like he hadn’t been tipsy the entire time. “For your information, it was before, plus I’ve only had a couple of drinks. Besides, who do you think introduced him to Jess in the first place.” He had an all-knowing smirk on his face like he knew something that you didn’t before it turned into a sly grin.

Brady tapped your nose once before letting you go and stalking off into the living room, where you could hear everyone laughing and chatting. You huffed as you slipped off your sneakers and left them in the doorway. You wiped your hands on the back of the jeans you were wearing and decided to head to the kitchen for a drink. Being stone-cold sober while meeting Sam’s new girlfriend was not on your to-do list.

As you strolled into the kitchen, the counters covered with various bottles of liquor and red solo cups, you froze as you saw Sam leaning on one of the counters and talking animatedly with a blonde who was almost his height and was standing right in front of him.

From the entryway of the kitchen, you saw the adoration for this girl in his eyes as he spoke. Suddenly, his hazel eyes were torn away from the woman standing in front of him as he glanced around the kitchen before they landed on your form. Sam brightened, the dimples on his face becoming more prominent as he called out your name and gestured for you to come closer.

As you made your way over to the pair, the blonde turned around to face you, and you faltered in your steps as your eyes studied her.

God, she was stunning. You thought as you approached the two of them. 

Sam had stopped leaning on the counter by the time you made it to him and wrapped you up in a big bear hug. You stumbled from its sudden force, but you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace as you chuckled at his antics.

“You’ve had a few already, haven’t you?” You asked as you pulled back to see the tell-tale signs of Sam being tipsy. His cheeks were flushed as his bangs kept falling in his eyes, but a big silly smile was on his face as he nodded.

You pulled away from him entirely as he pulled Jessica into his side.

“Jess, this is my best friend.” He gave her your name. “And this is Jessica, my girlfriend,” Sam said with a toothy smile and shot Jessica a loving look.  

“It’s so nice to meet you! Sam’s told me so much about you, but he forgot to mention how pretty you were!”

You were taken aback by the sudden compliment from Jessica. “It’s nice to meet you too.” You said it with a kind smile, though it felt like you were pulling teeth as the words fell from your mouth.

The three of you fell into a comfortable conversation as you went and grabbed a drink for yourself. But, as the night went on and the three of you eventually moved into the living room, you got separated from the two of them.

As you were talking to some of your friends there, your eyes always looked at Sam and Jessica. You can see why Sam had fallen for Jess as you saw them interact with each other. You hated it so much. You quickly excused yourself as you saw them cozy up to one another and sharing stolen glances and touches.

You managed to escape to the bathroom, which was empty (thankfully), and you locked yourself in the small space to try and compose yourself. A lump formed in your throat as you stared at yourself in the mirror, feeling like the world was closing in on itself. 

When did they meet? It’s not fair; I have known him longer than she has. I’ve loved him longer. Why did he choose her? Why couldn’t he have chosen me? Your mind was spiraling, and all you wanted to do was scream.

Jessica had everything you wanted.

Without realizing it, hot tears started to stream down your face. You quickly wiped away your tears and made sure you looked like you hadn’t been crying. You made your way out of the bathroom and almost bumped into Jess in the process.

Excellent, the one person I didn’t want to see. You thought bitterly to yourself.

“Sorry.” You muttered as you kept your head down and made room for Jess to go into the bathroom.

“Hey, wait!” Jess called out to you before you could take another step down the hallway. You grit your teeth before plastering on a small smile and turning around.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Are you okay?” She questioned kindly as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom. The warm lighting simulated the glow of a halo that surrounded her.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded at her in response.

“You sure? I don’t mean to pry-” Then don’t. “But your eyes are a little red.” Jess gestured to her own eyes as an example.

You waved her concern off. “I’m fine, my allergies are acting up right now.”

Jess didn’t look convinced, but she let it go. “Oh, before I forget, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me sometime?”

Not really. “Yeah, I would love to.” I gave her a tight smile.  

Jess smiled brightly before gesturing she was heading into the bathroom and closing the door. My smile fell as I sighed deeply. I ran my hand down my face tiredly as I stalked down the dim hallway and back into the living room, where everyone was hanging out. I saw Sam throw his head back in laughter, making me smile, and my heart beat a little faster before my smile faltered.

The image of Jessica's blinding smile when she looked at Sam and his loving gaze on his blonde bombshell of a girlfriend slithered into my mind and started to poison it. So before anyone could spot me, I quickly made my way to the doorway, put on my shoes, and left.

Ever since that night, Jessica managed to worm her way into your life and yours into hers. She managed to get your number and texted you if you wanted to meet up and hang out. At first, you tried to say no to her outright, but Jess managed to break through your defenses, and you found yourself hanging out with her after class. 

You despised the fact that you grew to enjoy her company, but Jess made it hard to hate her, and it seemed that she genuinely liked you and considered you a good friend. You hated when she gave you compliments, whether it was on your quick wit or looks.

You hated the warm feeling that would bloom in your chest, and she made it a point to do it often, making it feel like bullets raining down on your skin every time she did. 

Phantom blood ran down from your imaginary wounds as you responded to her compliments with a tight smile and a 'thank you' being forced from your lips as you tried to swallow the lump at the back of your throat.

She’d confide in you, and you couldn’t help but be drawn to do the same. 

“You know, I was worried that you weren’t going to like me at first,” Jess expressed to you when you were hanging out at her and Sam’s apartment. 

You looked up from the book you were reading. “What do you mean?” You felt your stomach twist and knot up at her admission. 

Jess stopped crocheting the scarf she was planning to give to Sam for Christmas. “I heard so much about you from Sam.” She paused, biting her bottom lip before continuing. “I guess I was just worried that I wouldn’t make a good impression.” 

“Oh.” You were surprised that she had to worry about her impressing you. “If it makes you feel any better I felt the same way when we first met.” You sent her a reassuring smile, but you weren’t sure if it came off genuine, trying to conceal your own inner conflict, but considering how Jess’s eyes brightened and sent a dazzling smile at your admission, it was. 

From then on, the three of you became as close as the three musketeers, hanging out often and sticking by each other’s sides. Sam and Jess never tried to make you feel like a third wheel.

Still, you would catch the loving looks they would send each other or catch them sharing a soft kiss whenever they thought you weren’t paying attention when you guys would have movie nights at their apartment. 

Those nights would be the worst, having Sam and Jess insist that you sleep over at their apartment when it was too late to go back to your dorm that was on campus. You could hear the low groans and high-pitched whines coming from their shared room, trying to be quiet, thinking that you were dead asleep.

So you had to pretend that you were sound asleep and not clutching the blanket that they gave you close to your chest, trying to ignore the sounds spilling out from their room and into your ears. The ugly monster that emerged ever since you met Jess tried to claw its way out from your chest. You had to pretend that you didn’t slip your hand in between your legs and get off at the sound of them, coming at the same time Jess did and imagined that you were either Sam or Jess (sometimes you thought about being in between them). 

You tried distancing yourself from them for your own sanity and salvaging the pieces of your heart that had broken a long time ago. But Jess, she was insistent, and you couldn’t ignore the beacon of light she emitted. You didn’t know if you wanted to be her or be Sam more. 

Sam wasn’t yours, you knew that. Jess had him the second Brady introduced them, and it fucking sucked. Sam only saw you as his best friend, one of the first ones he made when he came to Stanford all of those years ago. The monster that lived inside of you only grew the longer you saw Sam and Jess together. It morphed into something that you could never imagine could grow inside of you. You managed to mask it and push it down, but it always loomed over you like a storm cloud threatening to strike you down at any moment. 

You felt like some higher power was mocking you and rubbing it in your face that Sam and Jess were the perfect couple. Both of them were gorgeous, incredibly smart, empathetic, and kind. They were incredible human beings, and it was practically a match made in heaven, especially the way that they were together. 

But there was always some part of you, more specifically the monster, who wanted them to break up, hoping that Jess was secretly a terrible person so you’d be the person to pick up the pieces for Sam. But your hopes were dashed, and your heart splintered even more, the monster, roaring, screaming, clawing at your throat, trying to escape the confines of your body when Sam asked you to come along to pick out engagement rings. 

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If ANY of these artists are your top or etc then your definitely a twink or just have a amazing music taste (this is a joke don't get mad)

I had to atleast get 1 artist btw if you don't see yours right away I 100% know it's in there also if you have ever listened to any of these artists follow me rn. /nf

I will do request btw

Also please comment who's your top and if you have requests btw

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Miracle Musical

Will Wood

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Car Seat Headrest

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

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Rio Romeo

Woodkid

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Frank Sinatra

The Living Tombstone

Insane Clown Posse

Pavement

Mal Blum

Ghost

Korn

Slipknot

Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan

AJR

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Adjust the sails

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bôa

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re6ce

The ink spots

Trickle

weevildoing

Mindless Self Indulgence

Weird Al

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The Buttress

The Oh Hellos

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Crywank

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That handsome devil

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Weezer

(I REMOVED LOVEJOY AND WILBUR BECAUSE I HATE EM.)

[miasmaghoul]

Any HCs about ghoul Halloween costumes??

OH YES HERE THEY ARE

Swiss is the one who insists on the costumes. Used to be that the abbey would have their usual Hallow's Eve bash, and that was that. Once Swiss discovered the concept of costumes on tour, though, and the idea absolutely tickled him. So now, the ghouls have their own gathering.

Swiss goes all out every year. This time, he's a picture perfect representation of Dr. Frank-n-furter. The hair, the heels, the lingerie - all of it. Even shaved his mustache so he could get the makeup just right; Dew and Aurora are FURIOUS. Swiss does a full on performance of Sweet Transvestite that brings down the house (aka Mountain claps and Rain records it to make gifs for the ghroupchat.)

Speaking of Rain, he usually doesn't put a whole lot of effort into his costumes. He doesn't want to detract from his natural beauty. This year he's been especially lazy, choosing simply to drop enough of his glamour for his skin to be the most stunning shade of shimmering blue. Speckled with scales, rippling fins along his limbs and back, strong tail swishing languidly behind him. Black eyes and pearly fangs. Perfectly unearthly.

But where Rain is lazy, Aeon puts in Maximum Effort. He got Cumulus and Mountsan's help in hand stitching a period-accurate Dracula costume. Frilly sleeves, tight pants, a vest that threatens to crush the life out of him. The boots he wears nearly reach his knees, borrowed from Cirrus' closet. The fangs are his own, specifically unglamoured so only his canines appear elongated. He floats around the party with a cloak billowing behind him for extra drama, and Dew tells him he looks like a gayer Lestat.

Dew, meanwhile, isn't usually one for costumes. Prefers wearing his civvies and taking it easy, saying he's dressed as a metalhead if anyone asks. This year, though, Swiss had dared him into something a bit more...challenging. Never one to back down, Dew accepted before Swiss had even brought out the outfit, and as he stands behind the snack table he has Regrets. He's in a blood red bodycon dress, one that doesn't even reach the middle of his thighs. A strapless number that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The lingerie beneath it had been it's own struggle; a lacy black strapless bra stuffed with socks, black satin panties covering his tucked-back cock, meticulously torn fishnets. He's trying not to move too much, the four-inch heels he's been shoved into more of a hazard than anything else. Dew wishes he wasn't so jealous of how easily Swiss walks in his own pair. His hair and makeup are done too, golden locks pulled into an intricate updo and lips red as his dress. It exposes the long line of his neck, and it's work to keep Aeon's fangs away from his throat.

The real work for Dew, though, comes when Aether strolls in from an impromptu shift in the infirmary. Still dressed in his smart slacks, pale purple button down and slightly too tight white coat. A stethoscope looped around his neck and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Dew really has to fight not to pop the world's most obvious boner while he talks about something with Mountain that he's long since lost track of.

Mountain, for the record, has been spending the last ten minutes or so staring at Rain, so he's not all that bothered. His own costume is similar to Rain's, but as opposed to "I'm a water ghoul" Mountain tells everyone he's Poison Ivy. Magickal plants cover him from tits to toes, creeping vines hugging him like a second skin. There are flowers dispersed throughout, bursts of color in the vibrant green, and a braided crown of something definitely poisonous settled between his antlers. Aurora keeps sneaking blossoms for herself, and she knows Mountain won't notice.

She couldn't NOT go as Princess Aurora. It was too perfect to pass up! Complete with flowing blonde hair, a perfectly fitted pink gown that color shifts to blue in the right light, and a little golden crown. She floats around the room on weightless feet, helped along by just enough air magick to make her look angelic and ethereal. The flowers she squirrels away from Mountain's bounty get handed out to her dance partners - Cirrus has the most so far.

Cirrus, who has gone low-effort but in an effective way. She's in her old Era IV uniform, black fabric settling over her curves like it belongs there. Severe in a way that demands attention. She's wearing a mask, but not the one that usually comes with this outfit. No shiny silver or stylized curls. This mask is simple, white, curved and molded over her right eye, cheek and part of her forehead. She spends the early part of the evening at the common room piano, playing the overture from Phantom of the Opera so the others will stop asking what she is.

Sunshine is a clown, but in like a clown-core way. Baggy clothes in mismatched colors and patterns, white face paint with exaggerated red lips and blue triangles around her eyes. She has a whole host of silly little party tricks up her sleeve too; the look of disdain she gets from Rain when she soaks him with the flower on her lapel is absolutely worth whatever he'll to do her later.

Cumulus and Ifrit end up committing a bit of a costume faux pas - they both arrive dressed as Elvira. Skintight black gown with plunging neckline? Check. Massive black wig? Check. Dagger-like nails? Check. They share a good natured laugh before they find themselves being ogled into oblivion by Aeon, who can't decide whose tits he'd rather fuck.

Copia is a sheet ghost.

[obxone]

Marmoris (Chapter Fourteen)

Edited-ish. ~2.1k words

WARNING: NSFW (do not read if you are underage)

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You close the box you kept of keepsakes after tucking Kasey’s hoodie inside and slide it back into place on the bottom shelf of your closet. It stays hidden behind the clothes hanging on the lower rod for safekeeping. Your gaze flickers over the pile of laundry you had been procrastinating all afternoon, and you frown because you have done everything but that. A sharp knock on your closet door catches your attention, and you turn to see JJ leaning against the doorframe. His dimpled smile is present as his gaze runs the length of you. You smile at him, ignoring the sensation that flutters inside of you at the sight of him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, hands pressing to your stomach to quiet the onslaught of butterflies within.

He shrugs. “John B asked to see Sarah…”

“They are downstairs?” You ask, your gaze flickering over his shoulder before moving back to his face, and he nods. “Oh, wow.”

He shrugs. “I tagged along. Wanted to see my girl.”

You blush, looking at the floor beneath your bare feet. “Here I am.”

“And wearing my shirt…” He says, and you blush hotter as you realize you are in fact wearing his shirt.

“I sleep in it a lot.” You respond. “And it’s late… nearly bedtime.”

“I know. Where is everyone?”

“Rose and Ward are on a business trip in Raleigh. Rafe is probably at Kelce’s with Topper. And I think Wheezie had a sleepover.”

“Cool.”

“Yep,” you muse. “Just Sarah and I…”

The words you are speaking fade out as he pushes off the door and crosses the space to you. His lips find yours, and his hands grip your waist. You giggle into the kiss, appreciating his touch. He backs you up before lifting you onto the small dresser that occupies the far wall.

His body slots between your legs, and his tongue delves past your lips, stirring a moan from you while your fingers tangle in his shirt. The kiss ends, and he leans back to look at you, a pleased smile on his face.

“You look good in anything, but I think this outfit is my favorite,” he murmurs, his hands dragging up your calves to hook around your knees. You hum before pecking his lips and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your lips brush the shell of his as you whisper. “What if I told you that is all I’m wearing…?”

JJ’s mouth falls open in shock, and you giggle before pecking his lips again.

“Your shirt and maybe a pair of white lacey panties… that is.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans and traces his hands higher up your legs. His palms searing hot against your thighs. He kisses you until his fingers brush your hip and the lacy band of your underwear. He ends the kiss to look down, his chest heaving as he catches sight of the exact outfit you promised. “You’re making it real hard to obey rule #4.”

You laugh, cupping his face before pecking his lips. “Let me down?”

“Hell no, Princess,” he mutters before chasing your lips for more. “I have you right where I want you.”

You bite your lip as you lean away from his eager mouth. “I was thinking… my bed is out there…”

JJ’s head whips around to look out of the closet door to your unmade bed before he turns back to you. “Come on, Baby.” He scoops you up and carries you towards the bed as you cling to him. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist until he drops you into the bed and climbs over you.

“The door,” you moan as his lips attach to the curve of your neck, and his hand touches your waist under the t-shirt.

“Locked it already.”

You laugh, “JJ!”

He shrugs. “I wanted time with my girlfriend… alone.”

You smile at him before pulling his mouth back to yours as he nestles between your legs. Your hands slide down his back to his shirt’s hem before you tug, and he understands. He leans up to pull it off before falling back into you.

“If I say stop, we stop, okay?” You ask, your voice trembling. “Promise me?” You ask as you trace the bow of his lips with your fingertip.

“I promise.” He rushes out before kissing you again.

Your fingers hook around the shark tooth necklace dangling from his neck to keep him closer to you. His hands are greedy as they move to bunch your shirt up. He removes it, and you blush when he leans back to take you in. Your body is on display other than the white lace, which he brushes his fingers over, and he bites his lip when he feels how wet you are. His eyes flicker up to yours, and you give him a quick nod before he wraps his fingers around the band and tugs. He flings them away across the room, and you giggle before turning your attention back to his face.

His expression shifts, and you bite your lip as he watches you. His hands brush up and down your thighs.

“Jay?”

“Have you ever… been…um,” he clears his throat. “Has anyone ever gone down on you?”

You shake your head, embarrassment flooding you. “No. I never felt comfortable with it.”

He nods, swallowing before looking up at your face. His gaze locks on yours, and you know he wants to as he brushes his thumb over your hip bone. “Can I?”

You inhale sharply, your body aching for you to say yes as your thoughts race at the idea.

“I bet you taste amazing.”

Heat blooms across your chest, neck, and face before you hook your fingers with his. “Yes, JJ.”

He grins before pecking your lips. Your body trembles in anticipation as you watch him move lower, his mouth trailing over you inch by inch. He stops to layer kisses across your breast before moving lower. Your breath hitches when he gets to where he wants to be most. His hand stays clasped with yours against your hip while the other cups the back of your knee to spread you further.

The insecure part of you wants to push him away and cover yourself, but the newer, braver you watch him as he lowers his face between your legs. Soft, sweet kisses littered across the inside of your thighs until he presses a kiss against you. Your fingers tighten around his, and the other touches his forehead to push his hair back. His eyes lock on yours as he moves in. His mouth covers you as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your mouth parts and a quiet groan leaves you.

He takes it as the green light as he begins to devour you. Your legs slide over his shoulders as he takes you like a starved man. His groans of pleasure spur you closer to the edge blindingly fast.

You moan his name, your back arching when he sinks two fingers into you. His fingers work in unison with his tongue. Your nails rake over his upper back, and he releases your hand to wrap his arm around your thigh and pull you down onto his mouth.

“Fuck!” You cry out as he finds the spot deep inside of you after he hooks his fingers. “Oh, God! JJ!”

He smirks but makes no move to let you go. Your hands touch him as you beg for more until the band that is pulled so taunt inside of you snaps. But he does not stop until you are shoving at his shoulders, begging him to be done as the oversensitivity sets in. He moves up your body and kisses you. You kiss him back, aware of the taste of you on his tongue still as he presses his hardened length against you. You shudder and end the kiss to stare at him.

“We can stop, it’s okay,” he reassures you. His fingers brush the sweat-dampened hair back from your forehead. “I don’t mind.”

You stare at him in surprise, and he shrugs.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

You blush before nuzzling your face against his. “Promise it is okay?”

“I promise, Baby,” he reassures you while tugging your comforter around you both. You close your eyes, and your body trembles with the aftershocks. You did not want to be done, in truth. You want to drag that same reaction out of him.

“That was…” you fight for the right word, and he laughs before pecking your lips.

“I know.”

“Stay tonight?” You ask gently, afraid he will say no.

He grins before kissing you and glancing at the clock on your nightstand. It was nearing midnight, and John B had not knocked on the door yet to go home. “I don’t plan to go anywhere else.”

You smile before your hand unbuttons his shorts. He looks down to watch you as you pull the zipper on his cargo shorts down.

“Take them off,” you murmur and look up at him. He makes quick work of removing them before settling back down on his side to face you. Your hand cups his face, and you kiss him before trailing your hand down his chest to the band of his boxers.

“Baby, you don’t…”

“Let me,” you urge as your hand moves his boxers down enough to free him. You bite your lip when you look down and see how thick and long he is. “Jay…”

He chuckles, hand brushing your thigh as he slides a little closer to you. “I’m okay, Baby, really…”

“Shh!” You shush him before pecking his lips. You wrap your hand around his length, feeling the weight of him in your hand again. “Lay on your back,” you instruct, and he does as you wish. You nestle against his side. His hand is still on your thigh as you brush your leg against his. You start at the tip and stroke your hand down to the base before moving up, your grip perfect as his mouth falls open.

He hisses, his head dropping as he watches you stroke your hand up and down his length. He is warm and large in your palm. The skin feels soft to the touch as you stroke him repeatedly. His breathing shallows as his hand digs into your thigh, and the other fists the comforter.

“JJ,” you hum, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck, Princess!” He groans, squeezing his eyes shut. His head falls back against the mattress as you move your hand a little faster.

“Is this okay?” You ask. He bobs his head quickly, his hand moving up to your waist as you shift beside him.

He jolts when he feels the press of your lips to his hip, and his eyes shoot open. “No, Baby.”

“JJ,” you warn before pressing a kiss to his hip again and tossing his boxers to the floor. “I’m in charge, remember?”

“Holy fuck!”

You laugh before pressing your lips to his tip. His eyes widen, and he watches you slowly slip him into your mouth. You take him inch by inch until you cannot anymore, and your hand works over the base of him.

“I’m so close, Princess, so fucking close.”

You smile before you begin to bob your head. His hands fist the sheets as you take him as deep as you can before slowly dragging him out. Your tongue strokes the underside of his cock. You suck his tip, tasting the salty precum before you take him back deeper.

His hand finds your head, and he lifts himself onto one elbow to watch you take his dick into your mouth and to the back of your throat with much more ease than he anticipated. You had done this before, and he counted his stars he was the one getting it right then.

 You continue to bob your head, your gaze locked on his, and your hand works over the base of him until he cries out and comes inside your mouth. He spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop before releasing him. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he falls back against the bed.

You wipe your mouth before moving up to lie beside him. “So… are you glad you stayed?”

He laughs, and you join in before he tugs you against his. Your naked bodies tangle together as you kiss until you request a shower. JJ sends a text to John B that he is staying before you shower together and curl up in your bed together.

(Chapter Fifteen)

[astridhoff03]

For the love and life/Chapter 5

"Hiccup, do you really think this is a good idea?" Astrid asked as they stopped in front of Hiccup's parents' house in Old Berk. “We have no choice. And where else should we go if we don't have any money left for an apartment." Astrid nodded and got out to get Zephyr out of her child seat, while Hiccup took the pastries from the trunk of his used Peugeot.

The two went to the big house and rang the bell. The door was immediately opened to them by Hiccup's mother Valka, who immediately took her son into her arms. "Hiccup, I'm glad to see you, I missed you so much." "Mum, we only spoke on the phone a week ago." Valka then smiled at her son with so much kindness that Astrid almost felt sad that she was coming to hers Parents no longer had contact. “Astrid, good to see you,” she was torn from her thoughts by Valka, who took her in her arms. “And hello little Zephyr. Stoick! Come quickly, they're here now!” Just a few minutes later, Hiccup's burly father came down the stairs. He patted Hiccup on the shoulder, who looked very grateful that his father didn't pull him into a bone-crushing hug.

Astrid looked out the window of the attic room that she and Hiccup had just moved into. Zephyr would be sleeping right next door. Astrid's gaze wandered further, over the numerous small houses of Old Berk to the coast, where she saw crashing waves and large, black dorsal fins rising from the sea. Orcas, the wolves of the sea, as her mother always liked to call them. Astrid could still remember what her mother had always called her, her little warrior. She missed her parents so much, unfortunately they didn't see each other often as her parents were away from the archipelago on business trips most of the time. Sometimes she wondered if her parents even cared about her, or if they even cared about their grandchild, if they wanted to be a part of Zephyr's life.

She scrolled through her photos and saw some photos of her, her mother and her father together. Her heart was filled with sadness and longing as she saw all these memories captured in photos in front of her. Back when her parents made a little more time for her, like for her high school graduation or her birthday. But today everything was different. “Astrid, is everything fine with you? You seem so distant.” Astrid looked up and found herself in Hiccup’s loving gaze. She sighed and looked out the window again. “It’s just…I miss my parents. You know they travel a lot.” Hiccup nodded understandingly and placed her hand in his. “I know you miss them a lot, darling.” Astrid looked at him briefly before throwing her arms around his neck. “I don't mean to sound childish, I just wish my parents were home more often, would be more involved in Zephyr's life. But who knows if they even want that?” A quiet sob escaped her. She couldn't remember the last time she cried. Was it the day Zephyr was born? Or was it the day she found out about her Aunt Alva's death? She didn't know anymore. As soon as she finished that thought, she felt Hiccup's warm lips on her cheeks, kissing her tears away. "I think you need a little distraction," he whispered, kissing the beautiful shape of her neck. Astrid sighed relaxed. Hiccup always knew how to cheer her up. As if she were floating on clouds, she let Hiccup lie her down on the bed and watched as he looked at her with his forest green eyes. With so much love and desire that she almost lost her breath as he began to unbutton the buttons on her jeans. A grin crept across his lips when he saw Astrid's lacy underwear, which covered little of her feminine beauty. “What did I do to deserve this view,” he whispered in her ear as he unbuttoned one button at a time on her white blouse. Astrid felt a shiver run down her spine as he kissed her stomach and then moved further up to the valley of her full breasts, still held up by her lacy bra. He kissed her collarbone passionately, one of his hands went under her bra and caressed her hardened nipple. Astrid sighed and buried her hands in his hair. "I wonder what I did to deserve this too." Hiccup grinned and pulled back a little to take off his t-shirt and unbutton his jeans. He came over her again and pressed his erection against her vagina making her moan softly. "See what you're doing to me, you beautiful, fiery woman." Astrid gasped, she kissed him passionately to drown his words under her love, lifting her hips to meet his body. Suddenly a loud cry tore the two of them out of their hot session. Exhausted, Astrid fell back and adjusted her bra, which was a bit slipped. “What’s wrong with our sweetheart now? She screamed like that on the way here too.” Hiccup sighed. "I'll check on her." Before he left, however, he stroked Astrid's inner thighs one last time, making her shiver and bite her lip. “We both finish this tonight.”

[adobe-outdesign]

Review for the Piplup line please :)

Piplup is pretty cute! It's nothing overly fancy and you can't really tell the theme at this stage, but I'm always a bit more lenient towards first-stagers, seeing as the design elements get built up as they evolve.

For the design itself, the dark blue areas and white spots sort of loosely hint at the formal-wear motif that'll become more obvious as it evolves. The white areas resemble that of an emperor penguin chick, and they help to draw attention to the eyes. I do wish the spiky light blue area above the beak was more rounded, as it's the only part of the design that's so angular, but everything else looks pretty solid.

Also, side note: I like how stubborn and prideful this line is. It's fun to get Pokemon with distinct personalities, especially when the design itself is still vague enough to be interpreted in multiple ways.

Prinplup is one of those middle evos that just kind of Exists. It's not terrible, but it's a pretty straightforward in-between for the two stages and doesn't really have much going for it in and of itself. I like the shape of the dark blue areas, which accent the body well, and the little dots now resembling buttons on an undercoat is a nice touch. Other than that, it's serviceable, but fairly forgettable compared to the rest of the line.

And I actually like Empoleon quite a bit. It's true that it's a little too busy, which I'll get into a minute, but the royalty/formal-wear theme combined with the trident beak really works well, and it's surprisingly powerful looking for something as inherently silly as a penguin.

I like how this stage in particular drops the lighter blue in favor of a dark navy blue that really adds a nice bit of contrast. The blade-like structures on its fins, the trident beak, and the collar all help convey its steel-typing, and the lacy front marking helps break things up from being too dark.

My only issue with it is that it's got one too many elements going on with it. For example, those claws on the underside of the wing. I kind of like the idea of a penguin with claws, but they really don't add anything to the design, and only serve to clutter things. The spiky blue marking on the face wasn't really needed, and the blade going down the front of the body splits the white area in a weird way (it's supposed to be a tie, maybe? a bit long for that though). Also, the shape of the white area is a bit too round compared to everything else on the body. The actual base design is really great—it's just a little more cluttered than it probably should've been.

(Also, its beak looks really strange from the side.)

Anyway, overall, a good starter line. Prinplup's a bit bland and Empoleon's just a little too busy, but those are the only real issues in a line that otherwise has a strong theme and a good sense of cohesion.

[belen521]

•Mas alla del trabajo•

A la mañana siguiente Lacy escucho unos ruidos que provenían de la cocina

Lacy: ¿ugh que hora es? miro su reloj y eran las 9:00 de la mañana

Lacy se levantó de la cama de un salto apenas vio la hora

Lacy: ¡¡LOS PAPELES!! ¡¡¡Tengo mucho trabajo atrasado DEBI LEVANTARME A LAS A LAS 7!!!

Lacy se vistió rápidamente y se dirigió al baño mientras regañaba

Lacy: ¡¿ANOCHE HASTA QUE HORA ME QUEDE DESPIERTA?! en que estaba pensando debí acostarme más temprano

De repente se oyeron unas ollas caer desde la cocina y Lacy fue hacia allá

Lacy: ¡¿QUE PASA AHORA?! (Estaba irritada y enojada)

Rocky: ¡¡Buenos días señorita Lacy!! ¿Como amaneció? (Dijo con una sonrisa torcida)

Lacy observo la mesa y tenía 2 platos de panqueques, se notaba que lo había hecho con esfuerzo y parece que el cajón de ollas se había abierto de golpe ya que todas estas estaban a los pies de Rocky el dio un paso hacia adelante y una olla se atascó en su pie haciendo que callera y que unas sobras de comida en consecuencia le cayeran en la cabeza

Rocky: le hice unos panqueques como muestra de agradecimiento y bueno para ayudarle en algo y no ser solo una molestia como estas sobras (dijo con la cara pegada al suelo)

Rocky movió un poco la cola tratando de levantarse, pero eso solo eso que una sobra de masa de panqueques le cayera en la cabeza

Lacy: pff- JAJAJAJAJAJAJA

La risa de Lacy inundo la cocina y luego el acompaño la de Rocky

Lacy: JAJAjaja ay, señor Rocky usted no es una carga es un amigo

Rocky: En ese caso provecho antes de que las ollas sigan rebelándose en mi contra

Lacy: Jajaja ay, gracias Rocky me ahorraste tiempo, no debiste

Rocky: Tiene muchas cosas que hacer señorita lemond la oí que decía que tenía mucho papeleo

Lacy: Agh si ¿lemond?

Rocky: Bueno pues usted me dijo que éramos amigos... ¡A si que le cree un apodo!

Lacy: Mhhh lemond

Rocky: Si lemond, porque aveces puede ser agria y amarga pero también tiene su lado dulce

Lacy: ¿Lado dulce?

Rocky: Si, pero hablemos de eso en otro momento ahora a comer que esos panqueques me están sacando la lengua ya

Lacy: Jajajaja, bueno parece que alguien se está mejorando de su herida

Mientras tanto en el lackadaisy:

Mitzy: Buenos días pecas

Pecas: Buenos días em yo quería preguntarle algo

Mitzy: Oh yo también es sobre tu primo Rocky no veo ese muchacho en ningún lado

Pecas: Justo de el le iba a preguntar ¿no sabe dónde puede estar?

Mitzy: Si usted no entonces yo menos

Pecas: Es como si la tierra se lo hubiera tragado

Mitzy: Yo no lo veo desde el día del incidente

Pecas: ¿Que incidente?

Mitzy: Estaba en un local para citas con Wick cuando de la nada empezó una balacera

Pecas: ¡¿ENCERIO?!

Mitzy: Si, dijo que nos fuéramos asique Wick y yo nos subimos al auto y nos fuimos

Pecas: ¡¿Y lo dejaron solo?!

Mitzy: El niño sabe defenderse, en fin, eso es todo lo que se del muchacho

Pecas: ¿No actuaba raro ni nada? Es que me preocupa su lesión

Mitzy: ¿Usted cree que a mí no cariño? Sin duda se le safo un tornillo es noche, aunque no debo mentir se volvió más eficaz que antes

Pecas: ¿Cree que este bien?

Mitzy: Yo creo que, si hay que confiar, a veces el solo se va y después de unos días regresa ¿aunque no lo hace desde hace tiempo? En fin, yo creo que mañana llegara

Ivy: ¿Que pasa pecas?

Pecas: Mitzy me acaba de decir que Rocky estuvo involucrado en una balacera

Viktor: Ese niño, ja con sus brazos de fideos, no lo creo

Pecas: Mitzy lo dijo

Ivy: Si y el otro día se fue bien vestido de aquí y se ocultaba de nosotros

Pecas: Eso se estaba ocultando y salió como si nada y no hemos sabido nada de el

Ivy: Ni siquiera está el auto

Pecas: No estoy acostumbrado a que se valla así

Viktor: Ese niño tiene el talento de meterse en problemas y salir de ellos casi ilesos

Ivy: Espera hasta mañana pecas

Pecas: Mañana, si no llega mañana lo saldremos a buscar

mientras tanto de vuelta en la casa de Lacy

Lacy: Debo admitirlo Rocky, pese a que sus panqueques parecen una pintura abstracta están muy deliciosos

Rocky: ¡¿ES ESTO LO QUE OIGO?! OH SEÑOR ES EL FIN DEL MUNDO*se acercó rápidamente a mirar por la ventana* LACY DICIENDO UN CUMPLIDO. ¡¡¡ES EL FIN EL FIN!!!

Lacy: Ya basta de drama

Rocky: Ash si igual te gusto el chiste

Lacy: Trata de no hacer ningún desastre mientras estoy en mi cuarto

Rocky: ¿Y yo que hago?

Lacy: Lava los platos y trata de no romper ninguno en El proceso

Rocky: ¿Eso fue un chiste?

Lacy: (con una mirada feroz) Mhhh no, no para nada un chiste de verdad ten cuidado en romper algún plato

Rocky: Bueno, bueno

Rocky mientras lavaba los platos miraba hacia afuera, el observaba el hermoso día que lo esperaba allá afuera talvez podría tocar un poco el violín hoy ya que no se sentía tan mal

Una vez que termino de lavar los platos se dirigía a buscar una hoja para escribir una canción, se detuvo a observar la casa un poco más la casa, sus paredes eran de color menta pastel tenía una pequeña sala de estar muy acogedora con un sillón al lado de la ventana y una lampara acompañándola la cocina y el comedor estaban en la misma sala, afuera en el patio había un pequeño jardín lleno de todo tipo de flores hermosas

Se dio cuenta de que había un rico olor a limón impregnado en El aire -𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂, 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆- pensó, parecía que este lo apaciguaba de alguna extraña manera que lo hacía sentir seguro -¿𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓?- en ese momento se escucharon unos gritos de frustración llenos de ira del cuarto

Rocky dejo la hoja de lado y arqueo una ceja y dijo -¿𝑶𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒛 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒋𝒂𝒅𝒂? 𝑬𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆- así que se acercó al cuarto de puntitas y vio a Lacy con la cabeza recostada en el escritorio mientras se golpeaban contra este

En eso Rocky pensó que talvez un café le levantaría el animo a sí que sin preguntar se dirigía a la cocina -𝑴𝒉𝒉𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒚𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒆́ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅-

Rocky toco la puerta como

Rocky: Toc, toc llego Rocky

Lacy: Pasa

Rocky observo a Lacy, tenía las ojeras hasta el suelo, el cabello, despeinado una pila de hojas arrugadas en El suelo con su cara inexpresiva y Mirada apagada

Rocky: ¡¿Que te paso?!

Lacy: *pone su pata en su cara*Tengo mucho papeleo *toma su cabello para jalarlo*Y ADEMAS ESTAS ESTUPIDAS CUENTAS NO CUADRAN!!!!

Rocky: ¿Tanto trabajo te manda Wick?

Lacy: No, pero es que si no lo hago yo lo ara el

Rocky: ¿Que no es que para eso le pagan?

Lacy: Pero es que él lo ara Mal entonces lo despedirían y luego me bajara el sueldo y talvez caiga en el alcohol y después de eso sus ingresos bajaran aún más, vivir�� en la Calle y-

Lacy vio que Rocky la estaba mirando como bicho raro y se notaba un poco de preocupación

Rocky: ¿Entonces esto no es tu trabajo

Lacy: Agh si

Rocky: ¿Y todo lo que haces no te corresponde?

Lacy: Si

Rocky: ¿Y te estas estresando por nada?

Lacy: ¡¡SI!! De acuerdo ya entendí a donde quieres llegar

Rocky: Porque no te relajas un momento

Lacy: No, no puedo

Rocky: Vamos Lacy no todo se trata de trabajo en esta vida, también tienes que disfrutarla

Lacy: Frunció el ceño y sus ojos rodaron* la disfrutare después

Rocky: ten cuidado que ese después se puede volver un nunca

Lacy: Yo me las arreglare

Rocky: (se paró encima de una silla actuó y movió sus manos) Solo piénsalo si te la pasas trabajando te pierdes del mundo que te espera afuera, ¡¡¡tantas aventuras, experiencias y momentos fantásticos!!!

Lacy: Nha yo debo trabajar

Rocky dejo él te encima de la mesa de Lacy cuando estaba por salir observo con una mirada traviesa un portafolios

se le había ocurrido una idea, una maliciosa idea. Rocky tomo el portafolios y salió disparado Al patio mientras Lacy lo perseguida con su mirada fulminante

Lacy: ¡¡¡ROCKY DEVUELVEME ESO!!!

Rocky: ¡¡¡JAJAJA PRIMERO MUERTO!!!

Lacy: ¡¡¡¡ROCKY YO NO ME ESTOY RIENDO DEVUELVEME ESO AHORA!!!!

Rocky: ¿Me pregunto cuanto corren las secretarias enojadas?

Lacy: ESTO NO ES UN JUEGO DEVUELVEMELO O SI NO-

Rocky: ¡¡LO TIRO!!

Lacy: NO AGAS ESO

Lacy acorralo a Rocky en una esquina del jardín y el no tiene escapatoria

Lacy: No tienes escapatoria Rocky

Rocky: ¿A si?

Lacy: si, ríndete

Rocky Salto por encima del cerco y se esfumo a toda velocidad en dirección a una pradera que estaba abandonada cerca de ahí

Lacy tuvo que rodear la casa para salir corriendo a tras el a toda prisa

Lacy: ¡¡¡VUELVE AQUI TENGO QUE TRABAJAR CON ESO!!!

Rocky no encontró mejor situación que esta para empezar a burlarse de Lacy

Rocky: "DEVO TRABAJAR ROCKY, TODO EN ESTA VIDA ES TRABAJO, TRABAJO, TRABAJO"

Lacy: ¡¡¡VAMOS ROCKY NO ES DIVERTIDO!!!

Rocky: "ROCKY ESTO NO ES DIVERTIDO, YO NO ME RIO YO FRUNZO EL SEÑO" "SOY UNA DAMA MUY OCUPADA Y SERIA"

Lacy: ¡¡pfff- ROCKY VEN AHORA MISMO!!

Rocky: "DIVERCION? ¡¡QUE ES ESO, SON PURAS TONTERIAS ROCKY!!" "SOY UNA PERSONA MUY ORGANIZADA 7AM DESPIERTA PARA DESAYUNA/8AM IGNORAR A ROCKY/9AM PRACTICAR MIS EXPRECIONES DE SERIEDAD Y OJOS BLANCOS/10 AM REGAÑAR A ROCKY"

Durante todo esto llegaron a la pradera abandonada

Lacy: ¡¡¡JAJAJA- no alto ¡¡¡ NO, ROCKY VEN A DEVULVEVEME ESO!!!

Rocky: ¡JAJAJA TE SAQUE UNA RISA SEÑORA “NADA DE AVENTURAS SOLO PRODUCTIVIDAD”!

Lacy: A SI SEÑOR "OH MIRA MIS BRAZOS DE FIDEOS" "PREFIERO HACER BROMAS EMBES DE ENCARGARME DE MIS PROPIOS ASUNTOS" "SOLO SOY UN GATO FLACO QUE LE INTERESA JUGAR Y DIVERTIRME COMO UN MONO"

Rocky: Oye eso me dolió

Lacy: perdón ¡PERO DEVUELVEME ESO AHORA!!!

Rocky siguió molestando a Lacy sin ver por donde iba

Lacy: ROCKY CUIDADO

Rocky: "Rocky cuid-"

Rocky no se percató de un pequeño arroyo y una piedra le hiso una mala pasada haciéndolo caer rodando directo a este

Lacy: JAJAJA huff.. huf.. me hiciste correr mucho ¿Rocky estas Bien?

En Medio del lodo de la orilla, con la cabeza hundida en yacía Rocky con un montón de flores y tierra dentro de la boca y con el brazo que sujetaba el portafolios lo más estirado posible sobre su cabeza para que este estuviera intacto

Rocky: mhhh Tengo phtt ugh un montón de tierra phttt phtt

Lacy estallo en risas hasta llorar, hace bastante tiempo que no se sentía así

Lacy: JAJAJAJA

Rocky: Ja ja, porque no me bienes a ayudare mejor.

Lacy: JAJAJA perdón no puedo evitar JAJAJAJA pff es que tú te Ja y en entonces JAJAJA

Rocky se limpió con una gran sonrisa en su rostro y se acercó a Lacy

Rocky: Ves de todo lo que te pierdes guiña

Lacy: Hace bastante tiempo que yo no me SENTIA TAN VIVA (dijo Lacy con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja)

Rocky: Después de todo Este "mono" tenía razón

Lacy: mhhh PUEDE que si puede que no

Rocky: en fin Creo que deberíamos volver ya se está haciendo un poco tarde

Rocky ya estaba tomando rumbo de vuelta a la casa cuando Lacy lo tomo de la manga de su camiseta

Lacy: NO!!, mhh Rocky espera

Rocky: ¿Que pasa Lacy?

Lacy: Es solo que quiero quedarme un poco de más tiempo aquí

Mientras Lacy se sentaba en el suelo invito a Rocky a hacer lo mismo

Rocky: valla que te divertiste Lady lemon

Lacy: Como nunca, hace mucho tiempo que no me daba estos descansos

Rocky: ¿a no?

Lacy: no, solo "trabajo, trabajo, trabajo" ja creo que tienes razón en eso

Rocky: ¿En qué?

Lacy: en que solo hago eso, nunca me doy un tiempo para divertirme o detenerme a observar ESTO

Lacy apunto a un hermoso atardecer despejado, la brisa era fresca los pájaros recitaban sus ultimas estrofas musicales del día, el arroyo fluía intensamente

Rocky: Es hermoso ¿Verdad?

Lacy: claro, por supuesto que lo es

Rocky: En mis viajes pude ver todo tipo de cosas, pero la segunda más linda de todas son Los atardeceres

Lacy: Imaginar que yo de pequeña hacia esto todo el tiempo, venir a mojarme los pies en El arroyo oír las aves, desde hace tiempo que estas brisas no han tocado mi cabello... Se siente bien volverá aquí

Rocky se quedó un momento contemplando la sonrisa de Lacy mientras se hacia la pregunta ¿Como es que dos personas tan diferentes se llevan tan bien? Claro él era un impulsivo juguetón y que no tomaba nada enserio y ella... Ella era alguien seria, planificada que quería mantener todo bajo control en sus hermosas manos del color de la nieve y sus hermosos rayos de sol que resaltaban los bellos ojos atardecer escondida entre las nubes de su rostro -𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒔... 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂, 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒐- pensó

Y así fue su tarde llena de risas y bromas ambos listos para llegar renovados a su vida cotidiana pero ahora ambos tenían una lección del otro... Ambos tenían un Recuerdo hermoso del otro.

[2lurslinger2000]

" I had a rather violent past… "

THOUGHTS:

I wanted to play with how past Mercury would look like!! I always see people draw past Venus, Earth, and Mars but I never saw a past version of Mercury, so here he is!! It took a lot of sites and references to get his design and even then I wish I put more detail on it…

Also I read some stuff and Mercury's density (i think?) is similar to Earth, and then theres a theory where Mercury could've been as big as the Earth, so in my concept Past!Mercury is still short but mostly on Venus' and Earth's level of tall, which makes Mars pretty short here. (I think…)

also human reveal! I tried to translate the darker spots on Mercury to be burn marks instead (whether from the sun or asteroids up to you). They're still sorta fresh on past Mercury but soon healed and rounded out on today's Mercury. Also Mercury definitely dyes his hair, probably to cover up his angry past.

I mean, he wasn't really that angry, but he got pissed very easily when he was provoked/insulted, which was…often.. (past!Venus probably provoked him, with insults and all that, but not in the way Venus today does it.)

Very long hair :) I like to think he cut it once he got older cuz of temperature reasons and other stuff.

Past!Mercury had a rather reclusive personality, only talking when talked to stuff like that. The others probably didn't talk to him cause of how easily angry he got, so most of his life he was alone or (trying) to talk to sun.

Mercury today has tried to be more social, realizing that no one’s gonna come to him if he just stays in his lane, and that sometimes he has to step outside his comfort zone. (Though trying to become semi-friends with Venus will take him a long while :,] ) (this is just a headcanon of mine and isn't entirely accurate.)

Fin.

(P.s: Venus and Mercury should be explored more outside of Venus bullying Mercury .. . . Idk they are really interesting to me both as a dynamic and how their relationship will be after Moon Revolution 3. I hope Mercury will also develop more dynamics with the other characters like Earth and Mars, maybe even the gas giants? Who knows)

[c4ndytr4p]

N. SIDE. 🥡. A. ITTO.

synopsis: IN WHICH you and itto are having a lazy evening after some “fun” together leading you two to get takeout from his granny’s restaurant nearby.

tagging: @dthvmpira and @zhxngii (big thanks to @primaviva for beta reading and helping me correct some errors)

song preferred: n side and static by steve lacy, lovers rock and not allowed by tv girl

genre: comedy

content warnings: cussing, allusion to an innuendo

in the peaceful ambiance of your shared apartment, you and your himbo boyfriend enjoyed a calm evening. both of you lounged comfortably on the couch, clad in cozy pajamas. ushi peacefully slept on the floor nearby, a sigh escaping your lips at the sight. as you glanced at the clock, it struck you that it was already nine-thirty, far beyond your usual dinner hour. with that in mind, you decided to gently rouse your boyfriend from his slumber, after the “fun” you two had earlier today.

“itto get your ass up!” you shout, waking him up with a jolt. “w-wha?! baby what’s wrong?! is there a fire?! is there an onikabuto beetle battle somewhere?!”

you let a heavy sigh out of your two toned lips. you want to laugh, but at the same time, you don’t. he’s absolutely adorkable at some points, other times, *he’s a complete dumbass. some say if you shake him good enough, you can hear a singular brain cell in that (fairly empty) head of his.

“no but it’s way past dinner! did you forget what i told you three hours earlier?!” you shake his shoulders in an attempt to have him get his act right; at first.. it takes him a few minutes before he recalls what you said. “ohhh! ha ha! you that we would- oof!”

you lightly jab his stomach out of anger. “i said, we were gonna eat at eight. guess what time it is?!” you bark at him angrily waiting for him to take a guess. “…it’s eight…?” he shrugged his shoulders. “no! it’s NINE THIRTY AT NIGHT! I EXPLICITLY SAID THAT WE WOULD BE EATING THEN! NOT A HALF HOUR LATER-“

he stops you by picking you up, hoisting him over his shoulder and walks to the door. “…put me down. right now.” you mutter. “no.” your boyfriend cheekily replies. “where the hell are you taking me?” you grumble as he begins to walk to the apartment door, despite carrying his girlfriend on his shoulder. he grabs the keys and opens the door. “itto i’m being fucking serious, put me the fuck down.”

after a few minutes and a good while of complaining you both finally arrive at his adoptive grandmother’s small restaurant. or as he like to call her “granny oni”. you could smell the seasonings and the stove all the way from the outside. “are you gonna put me down now.” you mutter before he actually puts you down; you sigh in relief before you two walk into the small restaurant.

to be honest, it’s fairly small. but at the same time very cozy. lights are hung up, a radio is heard playing and as well as… an elderly lady’s voice ringing out from the kitchen.

“welcome in! i’ll get to you in a minute!” you’ve heard itto mention his grandmother, or as he liked to call her: “granny oni”. you realized, he’s getting you two dinner. he ordered your favorite meal and his as well.

after itto paid for everything, you two go back to your cozy apartment and place everything on the coffee table. ushi was barking loudly, welcoming you two home. “hi ushi~ did you miss me?~” you baby talk the brown and black colored pomeranian. you scratch his head and begin giving him belly rubs before itto opens his to go box. “are you gonna eat babe?” he asks, his mouth full, and soy sauce all over his face.

“of course i am, and wipe your face you have soy sauce all over.” you reply.

- el fin.

[rogerswifesblog-updates]

Bunny in a cage

One shot for “teach me how to be good”

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

A/N: hiii! This happens after the series! Enjoy;)

summary: Steve being dressed as a bunny. Tail included.

Pairing: sub!steve x (pleasure!)dom!reader

Warnings: bunny costume, bondage , handcuffs, sub!steve, femdom, vibrator (carrot shaped), anal fingering, anal play, prostate massage, cock cage, crying kink, spitting, anal plug, masturbation (f), oral f receiving, squirting, overstimulation, taking pictures ….yeah it’s filthy. I’m pretty sure the next time I’ll walk into a church I might burn

Thank you @jamneuromain for this idea 🙇🏻‍♀️❤️

Steve was very curious about everything you two haven’t tried yet-especially now after trying rimming, about anal. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. How would it feel to have your fingers in his tight hole?

It all started with just a few simple questions while cuddling after once again an amazing evening filled with sex and pleasure.

“ ‘you ever had anal?” He had asked quietly, his finger playing with your pierced nipple, while he nuzzled his face against the other one. He really had a slight obsession with your tits. “You mean giving or receiving?” You mumbled into his hair, kissing his head softly, your hands roaming over his back, scratching his skin gently. “I….yhm…giving…maybe…have you ever…fin-fingered someone?”

You bit your bottom lip, lifting his head slowly with one of your hands. “Do you want for me to fuck your cute pretty ass? You’ll let mommy play with your hole, my bunny?”, you whispered, noticing how his pupils dilated when being called your bunny. Interesting…

You haven’t tried any costumes yet. Only some lingerie that you often wore but Steve hadn’t worn anything yet. Maybe it was time to try that too.

Steve nodded slowly, licking over his lips and listening to your words. “My sweet boy wants to be my sweet bunny, huh? Are you my sweet bunny?”, there was a nod once again, before he leaned down and captured your lips in a needy kiss, but you broke it up quickly, ignoring Steve’s whine. “Would you let mommy play with your pretty bunny hole? Let her put a pretty bunny plug in your pretty butt?”

He whined needy, already falling back into his usual headspace. Grinning you cupped his bearded cheeks in your face, stroking over his soft beard. “God, you’re so sweet. I love you, baby bunny. You’re so perfect”, you whispered, kissing his face.

A few days later you went to your favourite erotic shop, where you had pre-ordered the whole bunny costume for Steve, a butt plug and a vibrator. You felt excited just thinking about what you two had planned for today.

You texted Steve you’d be home soon, so he could go take a shower and get ready for later.

In the meanwhile you also got some snacks and water bottles so you’d have something for Steve when he’d be too tired to leave the bed. You had to make sure your pretty bunny was hydrated and fed.

Half an hour later you entered your shared home, already feeling the thick atmosphere. The same atmosphere that was before every more intense scene.

You knew Steve would be crying today. You craved his tears. His pretty bunny tears.

Walking into the bedroom you gaze fell to Steve. He was kneeling in the middle of the bed, like always when you wanted him to get ready to play. Smiling, you walked up to him, kissing his cheek gently. “Hello, pretty boy. I’ll go get ready and we can start then, yeah? But I’ll help you with the cage and plug, don’t worry your little bunny brain.” You laid everything down on the bed, taking the vibrator and plug to wash both carefully. You also changed into heels, a latex skirt and underbust corset, your breasts being open and nipples stiff. You hadn’t worn it yet around Steve and you knew he’d love it. He always loved watching your breasts bounce.

After washing the toys you walked back into the bedroom and your breath hitched seeing your pretty boy so…pretty. Your beautiful boy, all dolled up just for you. His white lacy jock covered his slowly chubbing up cock. On his head white soft looking ears. His legs covered by white stockings. Such a sweet bunny.

His gaze fell to you-immediately glued to your bouncing tits as you walked closer to the bed. You noticed his cock slowly getting hard, clicking your tongue you took the cock cage in your hand and took a new bottle of lube, squirting some onto it. “Bunny, you can’t get hard now, we have a lot planned for today, don’t we?”, you said teasingly, taking his cock and balls out.

Steve whined, looking down at your hand and his cock. “Mommy, I’m getting hard”, he mumbled, not wanting for it to happen yet. He remembered you telling him he couldn’t get hard otherwise you wouldn’t be able to put the cage on him. “I can see that, bunny. I told you not to get hard. You better control yourself or we won’t do anything today and you’ll have to watch me ride my new dildo, without you touching yourself. And definitely not coming”, with that you squeezed his cock a bit harder, making Steve wince lightly, while his cock stopped swelling up.

It took a few minutes till he was fully flaccid, especially with your nipples right in front of his face while you were still standing and he was kneeling on the bed.

Yeah, it definitely was the hardest thing he had to do in his whole fucking life.

When it finally happened, you were able to slide the base ring on his shaft and balls, till it was snugly against his body. Steve’s breathing was heavy and you noticed he was already trembling, his thighs flexing all the time, muscles tensing. Fuck, he was so beautiful.

“My good bunny…how do you feel?”, you asked, slowly coating his dick with more lube.

He breathes for a moment, before looking back at you. Having his eyes closed helped him not to get hard, which really was a challenge. “I-I’m good. Feels good…everything’s so good…” You smiled lightly while applying lube to the cage and slowly sliding it over his cockhead. Carefully locking the device you stood up, observing your sweet bunny sitting on the bed. ”Color?” “Green-so, so green. Green”, he whined, pushing his caged cock against your palm but you only put him once again back into his jockstrap. "pretty bunny belongs to cages. Look how beautiful you are, having your cock strained to a cage”, you whispered looking at the metal outline.

You grinned, stepped away from the bed and watched your bunny sitting on the bed, his gaze following you everywhere, especially when you grabbed the white fur cuffs from your nightstand. “Hands behind your back, bunny”, he listened to you, immediately putting his hands behind his back, making your whole chest tingle. “Such a good bunny, making mommy so proud…”, you whispered and cuffed his hands together, the fluffy cuffs feeling soft against his skin, a pretty contrast between his rough hands and thick, veiny arms.

Steve’s soft whines made your whole body flutter, your heart swelling up in proudness. A quiet whine escaped his lips, while you slowly pushed his head and chest down, till he was pressed against the mattress, ass up. The straps framing his butt perfectly. “Mmm…my baby bunny so pretty…Will you let mommy finally play with your pretty bunny hole? Promise it’ll feel good. You’ll never want me to stop again”, you mumbled, caressing your hands over the round globes, before leaning down and licking over his tight rim, your tongue teasing his hole for a moment, while you listened to his quiet moans.

Licking around his hole for a moment you grabbed his butt with your hands, pulling his cheeks even further apart, to press your tongue deeper into his hole finally breaching the muscle and dipping in. Steve moaned loudly, his hands flexing in his cuffs, head moving slightly from side to side, the bunny ears already being crooked on his head.

You couldn’t wait to finally see him with the bunny tail in his cute ass.

“Mistress, please…please more”, he whined pushing his hips back. For being so nervous and embarrassed a few minutes ago, he sure ain’t it anymore. You couldn’t stop the smirk that crept onto your lips.

“What do you want, bunny? Tell me and I might think about whatever you’d want me to do to your pretty hole”, you purred, kissing up his back, along his hands, arms and skin to his neck, where you gently suckled a mark. “Tell mommy what you want, bunnyboy.” Steve moaned loudly, already nodding before even saying anything.

Whining he turned his head to the side, to look at you. “Please don’t stop doing that…”, he whispered, pushing his hips against you. Once again you laughed quietly. “Doing what, bunny? Come on, tell me. You want me to eat your ass, huh? Filthy bunny. Now say it. Tell me what you want, what a filthy bunny you are”, Steve whimpered into the pillow, biting his bottom lip. “Please eat my…my ass. I’m a filthy bunny and I want for you to eat me out”, he turned a gentle pink shade, the blush creeping from his chest to the tip of his ears.

You kissed his cheek, stroking one hand through his hair. “My good bunny. Good job, baby. So amazing….of course mommy eats your pretty ass. Asking so nicely…” Your tongue dipped into his tight muscle, making Steve’s legs tremble and shake. His quiet whines turn to loud moans, while you hurried your face against his waxed skin. This hasn’t even been your idea. One day Steve came home, fully waxed because he wanted to look pretty for you. And feel smooth. You had shown him how much you appreciated it by a sinful blowjob and rimjob.

After a while you started circling your thumb around Steve’s hole, to which he first twitched lightly, but then pushed his hips back. “Please-please Mommy”, his voice was only a quiet pleading whisper. “Don’t worry, baby bunny, mommy knows what you need”, with that you spat at his hole, rubbing your thumb harder against his hole, slowly dipping in, but stopping at the first knuckle and then pulling away.

With your free hand you took the lube, opening it and squirted some of it on Steve’s fluttering hole and your fingers. “Color?”, you asked, slowly pushing one finger in his tight hole. “Green-it’s so green, please don’t stop”, he whispered back, his face scrunched up in pleasure, mouth agape. He was always so pretty. Always so expressive. Especially when he had his ass played with. It’s funny how he was so hesitant at first when asking for the first time being rimmed but now couldn’t get enough of it. You could already tell he’d love being fingered…and maybe even fucked at some point.

A loud moan made Steve’s whole body shudder when you pressed the tip of your finger to his prostate. He had never felt such pleasure before-and from the way his caged dick was leaking you could tell he enjoyed it. A lot. When you stopped moving your finger Steve slowly started moving against your hand, fucking himself on your finger. “More-more please. Please”, he whined when you started stroking his prostate, Steve’s whines turning into loud moans and cries, your name leaving his lips.

You watched as your finger disappeared in his tight hole, stretching around the single digit. Slowly you pulled out, applying some more lube onto your fingers and pushing two in. For a moment Steve tensed, but after some caressing of his skin he relaxed again, making it possible for the two digits thrust inside him.

You kissed his smooth skin, finally moving your fingers more, scissoring them, hitting his prostate often. “Such a pretty bunny”, you whispered, taking the bunnytail plug and teasing his thighs with the fluffy fur. It made Steve giggle, which was quickly replaced by a moan then you pushed your fingers against his prostate.

“Are you ready for another one, bunny boy?”, before you could finish Steve was already nodding, his hands closed to fist and he tried to look back at you. “Please more, mommy. I need another one”, he mumbled, some drool glistening at the corner of his mouth.

Grinning you hummed quietly, slowly pressing another finger next to the other two. Steve whined into the pillow, pushing his hips back into your fingers, wanting them to slide in deeper-which you immediately stopped. “Bunnyboy, don’t rush it”, you warned him, slowly easing your fingers a bit out, not wanting to stretch him too quickly. A needy sound rose from his chest, while he wiggled around, even though he really tried not to move. “Mommy, please-” “shh, shh…be quiet bunny. Bunny’s don’t talk, do they?”, you mocked him, making him whimper again. Your whole chest tingles from excitement. God, he was so incredible.

When your fingers finally bottomed out till the last knuckle, Steve was already sobbing in the pillow quietly, always repeating about wanting more, more and more. Your name leaves his lips like prayer. A mantra that seemed to be the only thing he could think about. “Okay, babybunny, how do you feel?” The quiet whine that left Steve’s lips again told you that, yeah, he felt great. “Come on, words, bunny. Use your words. Color?” It took Steve a few moments to open his eyes and look back at you, his bunny ears sliding over his eyes and nearly falling from his head. “Green…Mistress, green, please more”, he mumbled, trying to peek at you from under the fluffy ears that fell over his eyes.

Smiling you pushed the ears back into place, his face immediately lighting up when he could better see you, the big smile immediately making your heart swell. Such a sweet bunny.

You took the butt plug in your hand and rubbed it slowly over his lightly gaping hole. “Ready, my bunny?” Once again Steve started nodding, pushing his ass back, the feeling of the cold metal tip making him gasp quietly.

You kissed his skin softly, before slowly pushing the plug into his tight ass, stopping at the widest part, to let him feel the stretch fully. And he definitely did feel it. Whining into the pillow, moving his hips slowly, fucking himself deeper onto the plug. You watched as the plug was slowly sucked into his virgin hole. Such a pretty sight. Quite gasps escaped Steve’s lips, quiet and fast little ‘ah’s. Then he bit into the pillow, nearly tearing the material.

Steve moaned into the pillow, his cock leaking so much pre-cum you could think he came…

You pulled your eyebrows together, slowly touching his caged cock. “Bunnyboy, did…did you come?” Steve sobbed quietly, slowly nodding, hiding his face in shame from having come without permission.

But you weren’t mad. You couldn’t be. Not when your babyboy just had his first real prostate orgasm. In a cock cage. Just from anal stimulation…

Could he be even more perfect?

Before he could have a sub drop or feel bad in any way, you kissed his back, up to his neck. “I’m proud…so proud. Can believe you just came without having your cock touched. Such a good bunny, you can cum whenever you want to ”, you whispered, caressing his skin with one hand. He looked back at you, some tears having wetted the pillow beneath him…or maybe some drool, too.

A dreamy smile crept onto his lips, while he wiggled his hips lightly. “Made mommy proud?” “Yeah, baby, you did. And look at you, so pretty. So perfect. Mommy will take a few pics, show them to you later…maybe we can put them up sometime”, you mumbled, not even listening to yourself, but Steve enjoyed every word he heard.

You grabbed your camera and stood in front of the bed, right in front of Steve. He immediately looked at your tits, his pupils blown wide, mouth agape, one of the ears falling onto his face, the other one standing straight. His ass up, with the fluffy tail. His legs clad in white stockings…he was truly a masterpiece. You cooed, taking the first picture. For the other ones you pushed his lacy jockstrap lower, to show his caged cock.

Slowly you walked around the bed, watching Steve like he was your prey. Another picture. Then another one from behind. Another one from above. As many angles as possible. Making sure to see the leaking cum from his cock, also the puddle of cum underneath him.

Steve’s heart started beating even faster when he heard you put down the camera. What now? What would you do next?

He was surprised when you slid onto the bed, right in front of him, spreading your legs right before his face. You were so, so close. He could see your glistening, wet folds. When he tried to come a bit closer you pushed his forehead away, clicking your tongue. “Who said you can touch?”

Steve whined, but leaned his head back onto the bed, sighing. The air flow hits your warmth, making you gasp in surprise. You hadn’t expected that. There was a shimmer of mischief behind Steve’s eyes and he blew once again, watching how your hole fluttered.

You watched as Steve tried to tease you a bit more, but you stopped him, with the carrot vibrator, that you pushed against his lips. “Make it wet bunny. Suck on the carrot. Make it wet for mommy”, you whispered. He immediately opened his mouth, letting you push the carrot between his lips. (You couldn’t not take a picture of your bunny with a big carrot in his mouth.) He slurped and sucked at the sex you, not breaking eye contact.

When his spit started to drip down his chin and along the vibrator, you pulled it out of his mouth, a string of spit connecting the tip to his lips. Steve jumped lightly when you turned the vibratior on, but not because he was startled, but because the butt plug also started vibrating against his overstimulated prostate. A loud moan escaped his lips, while he closed his eyes in pleasure. “Oh did I forget to mention these two were connected? I’m sorry Bunny, I guess I should’ve thought of that…”, you said ironically sorry, stroking with your free hand over his hair and pulling slightly to lift his head a bit, so he’d look at you, while you slowly circled the vibrator around your swollen clit, bringing yourself to a low moan.

After a few more moments you pushed the tip in, Steve watching your pussy flutter around the vibrator. You weren’t sure if he noticed he was drooling or that his mouth was open, but he definitely seemed pleased, feeling the vibrations against his prostate and seeing your pussy so close.

All he needed now was a taste. He wanted to taste your cunt, dipping his tongue in your wetness, licking everything up. “M-mistress, please, lemme-ah”, his own gasp interrupted him when he felt the vibrations increase, pressing right against his prostate. You watched as more fluid leaked out of his caged cock, making a puddle underneath him. Steve pressed his forehead against your thigh, kissing and nibbling at your skin gently.

Slowly you felt your own orgasm approaching, just from using the vibrator around your clit. Turing the vibrations once again up you felt Steve bit into your thigh, muffing his loud moans with that. The pain of his bite was enough to bring you to your orgasm. “Oh fuck, fuck-“, you gasped, turning off the vibrator but leaving on his plug, milking him dry. Cum and fluid started leaking from his cock like a faucet, while you grabbed his hair harder and pushed his face against your cunt.

He immediately started lapping at your entrance, sucking at your clit and trying to drink whatever he could get. Like a man starving he slurped and moaned against you. He probably hadn’t even noticed how he was rocking his hips, the bunny tail moving with his thrusts and vibrations. Not even holding back his moans. You weren’t doing it either, gasping your bunny’s name.

The view you had was incredible. His beautiful ass stuffed with a fluffy white plug, vibrating and stimulating his prostate. His hands on his back, not being able to hold onto anything so he was pressing them to fists. His ears moving with the way he was eating you out. “Stevie, fuck”, you threw your head back. “Oh god, bunny, you’re so good. Making Mommy feel so good”

You could tell he was getting overstimulated by the way his legs were trembling, that the position had to be getting uncomfortable and hard to hold, but he liked feeling the sting in his muscles, the burn that came from all this pleasure, he wanted more. He needed it. He’d never felt like this before.

When Steve’s nose brushed over your clit and his tongue started licking into your pussy, you couldn’t hold back the loud moan. The orgasm surprised even you, especially when you squirted right onto Steve’s tongue. He started licking it all up, moaning and whining into your hole. “Fuck, babybunny, making me feel so good”, you moaned, riding out your orgasm.

Then you slowly put his head back onto the bed, ignoring the whines in protest and kneeled next to him, grabbing his caged cock and playing with it a bit. He was completely wet. A total mess. He was leaking onto the comforter, the cage glistening with lube and his cum. With your other hand you started playing with the plug, pushing it against his prostate and fucking him with it slowly. “My bunny, so hot. You have no idea how incredible you are. So messy, my filthy boy”, you pushed the plug right against his sensitive spot. The movements of the plug and playing with his dick threw him once again over the edge. Clear fluid mixed with cum dripped from his cock, while Steve started shaking from how intense the orgasm was.

He babbled something incomprehensible, moving his hips uncontrollably. “Such a pretty boy”, you whispered, slowly turning off the vibrations, holding out the cum stained hand to his lips, that he automatically started licking and sucking your fingers between his lips. You could tell he was completely out of it. Having fully fallen into the subspace. Smiling you kissed his teary face, him immediately starting to smile happily. He looked up at you with his blown eyes. so beautiful….

“I love you, bunny. You’re the best bunny I could ask for”, you whispered. “lov’ you”, he answered quietly, his eyes already closing again. You knew that he was exhausted now, but he couldn’t sleep yet. First you had to clean him a bit and definitely take out the butt plug, so he wouldn’t be too overstimulated when it would press against his prostate.

Slowly you pulled the plug out, Steve immediately whining when he felt it brush over his sensitive, overstimulated spot. "Mommy I can't... please, I really can't", he gasped, but not moving away. What a good boy he was…

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m just taking it out, promise.” So you started pulling it out, putting it aside. Your gaze fell onto his loose and gaping hole. Then you uncuffed his wrists, gently letting his hands down and massaging his sore arms. He was nearly asleep by the time you stopped caressing your arms. You used the time to take a few more pictures, before slowly laying him on his side, wiping away all the lube and cum from his body and freeing his cock from the cage.

Steve was quietly snoring by the time you had him fully cleaned, the bunny ears still on his head otherwise only dressed in the stockings. Once again you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a few pictures. You knew he’d love them, especially when you’d have him the gift you had planned for your anniversary, an album filled with photos of you two and…also the other gift. He’d love it. You knew.

Putting everything aside and also taking off your own clothes, you pulled the waterproof comforter down (which wasn’t easy with a beefy man like him on it, but you managed. It wasn’t the first time anyway.) Thankfully no cum stained the sheets. Well, that was the whole point of these comforters. You’d be mad if they wouldn’t keep their promise to hold everything back.

You took a water bottle and a protein bar, which after you sat down next to Steve, gently caressing his bearded cheek. “Stevie, wake up. You need to hydrate. And get some food into you”, you whispered, not wanting to startle him. His eyes fluttered open, looking up at you he blushed lightly, sitting up with your help. He didn’t say anything, but opened his mouth when you brought the bottle to his lips. The same with the protein bar, till it was all eaten and the water bottle half empty. You took a few sips too, when Steve pushed the bottle to your lips. That’s your boy. Always so caring.

Then you both laid down, Steve immediately putting his arms around you and nuzzling his head against your breasts. “Thank you…”, he whispered, making your heartbeat quicken. “Nothing to thank me for, baby…trust me, I loved it too…just like I love you”, you grinned. He lifted his head once again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, which always was the best part. The soft and intimate kisses. Cuddles….it was just…special.

Tired from everything you two fell asleep very quickly, holding each other and enjoying the skin to skin feeling. You couldn’t imagine a world without this man in it.

Well….👀

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Hi :)

Do you know whos in the larkin junior trioo/duos? do you know the name of the sav/kelsie/finley one

im wondering specifically for these 2

- too tightly and allure

allure is kira, daphnie and laci

too tightly is lilly, isabella and malia

picture perfect is sav, kels and fin