#oh and I shoulda said this sooner but

[glitterpensupremacy]

Since I’m officially a year older now, I figured I’d share my growth as an artist with y’all. True GlitterPenSupremacy followers will know that I had to redesign my redesign (hehe) of Viperion, but he isn’t the first MTS character I didn’t nail on the first try. Here’s a few others that I had to reredesign (and a bit about why)

Art below the cut! ⬇️

This one is a special instance, since I technically haven’t redesigned her yet, but it’s an idea I had for a civilian Zoe design. Basically I don’t really like the colors anymore (and her proportions are off) so I’ll be reworking it. The final design will probably still go with the orange stars, but it’ll look different.

Of all the characters I’ve reredesigned, I think she was probably the most decent to begin with. Other than her features being a bit blurry, her biggest issue is that her costume is basically just a recolor of her Miracubug one (and while I do like that version of her design, it just doesn’t fit in with the MTS cast of character designs).

The OG Carapace design was me trying to make an intimidating character, but accidentally leaving him too bland looking. The fullbody suit and lack of hair just wasn’t doing it (plus he needed more variety in his color palette beyond shades of green).

I thought Ladybug was pretty good at the time, but when viewing her design (both on its own and in contrast to her partner), it definitely needed more. Adding another shade of red (and the cute little neon clovers) was absolutely necessary.

Yeah his color scheme and details are kinda lame in comparison to modern MTS designs, and his hair also feels a bit basic, but let’s be real, the biggest offender, (BY FAR) was his proportions. Like who is that??? Certainly not Ivan! I had to fix his shape so it actually looked like the character.

Polymouse had a lot of the same issues as Minotaurox. Mid detailing, generic color scheme (especially with Pigment around: Mylene needed more than just pink, grey, and white), an uninspired hairstyle, and most importantly WHY DOES SHE LOOK LIKE THAT?!?!?! She needed her proportions fixed to match her actual body type.

Other than her eyes needing to be pink like Daizzi’s, the general vibe I was going for with Pigment changed, and I needed to give her a new costume to reflect that. (This design is decent, but not MTS-worthy and doesn’t really show what kind of hero Pigment is.)

This is a pretty old design (made in ‘22!) so there were a lot of things I needed to rework. I’d say the main thing was Greyhound’s personality changing from his initial design. When I first conceptualized Greyhound MTS, I kinda figured he’d have the same personality as Felix, just being a superhero (and maybe a tad less formal). Nowadays he’s a lot more of the sweet but shy puppy type (a lot of Felix’s softer and “not professional” emotions get repressed as a civilian, and kinda leak out as Greyhound). I needed his new design to represent that. Now he fits his power (he had the concept of Devotion and healing powers) and age (14) much better than his OG design.

My first ML design! You can see a lot about my skills and confidence from this drawing. I was heavily trying to mimic the Miracubug style (with Night Light’s design basically being ML Vesperia as a Firefly and also me altering all the pet peeves I had with VP’s design) despite that not really fitting my skills as an artist. Plus I just wasn’t as good at detailing back then. This is why the modern Night Light design is essentially just a glow-up of the old one (with the fluffier hair, baggier clothes, and black retinas being the main objectives of the design). I also got better at communicating personality through my designs (well, that, and I wasn’t too sure what NL’s personality would be at first). Like Greyhound, I think the newer design looks far more her age!

And that’s (probably) all of them! Hopefully this was interesting to y’all (and if it wasn’t, well, I’m gonna justify my self indulgence with the Birthday Card). I’ve actually got a new hero design or two in the works, so if you’re interested, keep your eyes peeled 👀

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: NSFW, dubcon, yandere, bully/mean Gojo

gn reader - fem clothing

“Summer did you good, didn’t it?”

Your ears grate at the familiar voice. So smug you can feel the smirk before turning around to see it in all its pearly glory. 

“Leave me alone, Gojo.” You sigh, taking your drink before trying to slide passed him.

But he stands close – too close, still in the intimate club – so close his thigh brushes yours where you sit on the bar stool. “I’ll leave you alone… if you make it worth my while~”

Your nose scrunches. “Gross. I’d sooner fuck a curse.”

His smile doesn’t drop despite your insult. “I’ve got six eyes, you know…  You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”

Your eyes narrow, biting out a “What?” and his smile becomes a chuckle. 

“Short skirts and tight tops. Sitting here all alone.” His black shades dip when he looks down his nose at you, a knowing look in his loud blues. “You’re fishing- and lucky you got me hooked.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you smack your teeth. “And now I'm throwing you back out to sea.”

You try again to hop off your seat, but he leans a hand against the bar and traps you there.

“Who’re you dressin’ up for then, hm?” He continues, getting in closer, bearing down until his lips brush the shell of your ear, whispering, “You know~  all guys are pigs. I guess you’re happy being slop in a trough.”

You put a hand on his chest, but it doesn’t budge him – and when he leans back again on his own, he flashes an even wider grin at you.

“I mean, hell- If I knew you were such a needy slut, I’d mercy-fuck you sooner- shoulda just said so-”

“Shut up.” You snap.

He tilts his head, feeling undeterred – actually, the opposite, offering another snicker. “Oh? Grown some balls under that skirt, too, hm?”

You make another grimace at his crudeness, deliberating throwing your drink in his face.

“What? A couple of compliments and free drinks, and suddenly, you think you’re too good for me?”

You’re reminded of the gap in your rank – why you should hold your tongue.

You sigh – defeatedly now. “Just leave me alone, Gojo-”

But he’s not done having his fun. 

“You’re nothing.” He flicks his tongue off his smile. “You’re a curseless loser- and you don’t have to have six eyes to see it.”

Hints of hurt flicker through the anger on your face, and your scowl wavers – turning into a pout while you look up at him, trying to hold it together. His grin spreads when he sees it, and his words grow colder, cutting deeper.

“Don’t kid yourself- only reason anyone’s lookin’ at yah twice s’cause it’s real hilarious watching your pathetic ass think you’re anything but a-”

“I get it.” You cut him off, voice weak. “You’ve made your point…”

You slide off your stool, squeezing past him with your head bowed to hide the tears welling in the corner of your eyes – threatening to slip if you waited a second longer.

But before you’re able to disappear into the crowd, you’re stopped once again by a hand wrapped around your upper arm.

“Before you go, just know… if you ever decide to dress up like a little slut again- I’ll take it as an invitation.”

The tears slip while you look up at him. 

He takes a second to admire it before letting go. Watching you rush out.

You stand outside in the cold and catch your breath. Wiping your cheeks with hitched cries before a jacket is slumped over your shoulders.

“I don’t think I wanna roleplay this anymore, Toru- It’s too much-” You sniffle, curling yourself against his chest with tiny fists balled in his shirt.

“I know-” He coos, wrapping his arms around you while resting his chin off the top of your head, swaddling you. “But it makes me so fucking hard. Feel-” He groans, rubbing his fattened groin into your stomach.

“I’m not in the mood anymore-” You whine in return, trying to nudge him and his boner off.

But he keeps you in his arms, hugging you tight, a whine escaping his own lips. “No- please don’t. Don’t leave me all blue-balled, angel. Please~”

“You’re so selfish.” You pout, allowing it.

“Yeah~ I’m the worst~” He agrees with a snicker, releasing you – holding your hand as he begins leading you to the car, a hurried spring in his step. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You’re not even listening.” You argue, getting dragged along.

He places you against the door. “Please, I need you. I’ll beg if that’s what you want.” He moans hotly while kissing up your neck – fiddling for the keys in his pocket before unlocking and popping open the back seat. 

You don’t fight him, getting overwhelmed when he lays you down – his kisses never-ending and hunting for all those soft spots he knows make you weak. 

“Can’t believe people dare look at you-” He breathes, almost in a growl, lifting your thighs up around his torso while nestling between them. Rocking his bump against the thin lace of your panties. Voice growing more and more rowdy. “I oughta go back in and level ‘em all.”

He sucks a hickey into your neck, then a small ring of teeth on your collar. You whine at the bruising but don’t do anything to make him stop. Instead, your small hands reach out to his belt – unbuckling it and unbuttoning him, tugging his pants down until they bunch around where he’s knelt.

He makes the last liberties and finds his place between your thighs with a sigh.

“Buncha small-fries… everybody knows you’re mine.”

You sit in his lap when you’re done. Naked with your dress bunched around your midriff. Nips stiff and perky – too cute to ignore, so every now and again, he bows his head to give them a kiss or two. It never fails to make you squeal.

“You think you can fit into your old school uniform?” He mouths against you, licking kisses from your chest up to your neck – sucking your cheek before placing a chaste peck on the corner of your mouth. “I wanna poor milk on yah like I used to~

He’s always so clingy after cumming. You try and wrench away from the neediness, but it’s obvious you don’t give it much effort �� mostly just scrunching your face. “You’re such a jerk.”

He hums in agreeance, and you feel his smirk through his kisses and then in his laugh. “Don’t cry, it’s not the type of milk you’re thinking of.”

You blush at the comment, ushering out a curt “Pervert.”

But he only pushes, moaning out a “Please~” while kneading your hip and rubbing your thigh – pressing his face into your neck, nuzzling you with eyes closed and mouth open.

So clingy, you feel embarrassed and ticklish under all the attention. Shaking your head. “It won't fit- it’s years ago-”

He pouts with a grumble. But it doesn’t take long before the smirk returns, inching back onto his lips. “I bet you’d fit in mine, though~”

You grow even more shy at the suggestion. “You’re so weird.”

He only laughs. “And you’re so in love with me~ which means you’re even weirder. Hah, loser?”

You frown at the nickname, again making an effort to twist away from the myriad of kisses and lovebites. “You’re insane.”

But he catches your face in his hand. Squishing your cheeks and turning your head to look back at him. “Damn right, I am.” He agrees, then turns it into a playful threat. “So you’d better never leave me. ‘You think I was a bully in school? Just imagine what a nightmare I’d be now. I’m a god; I’d get away with anything.”

You giggle at his silly dramatics. 

“You laugh, but I’m not joking.” He continues, still with your face in his hands. His big round eyes peeled. “I wouldn’t just stalk and terrorize you. I’d destroy your life if you ever left me. I’d make you lose your job, your apartment, your friends, your clan- I’d make sure you had no one left to turn to, nowhere left to run but right back to me.”

Your giggles die down, leaving a small smile playing on your lips before you press them softly against his. 

“And here I was thinking you’d just settle for sending creepy letters…”

He chuckles under his breath, “Childsplay.” Then kisses you again – this time a little longer. Giving your cheeks a squeeze before releasing you softly. Resting his forehead against yours with your noses touching.

His voice is a little more solemn now, genuinely serious this time. 

“But you would never leave me, right?”

The wet traces of his kisses cool in the absence of his lips while his thumbs feather your flesh so delicately. Holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the entire world.

You tilt your head and kiss him again – chastely and sweet.

“Never.”

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Kinktober Day 5: "Double Penetration"

Summary: A rather spicy edition of Solarian Chronicles becomes more after you suggest you want to apply what the characters are doing to real life.

Warning(s): Threesome, Spit-roasting, Deep-throating, General filth that's expected out of Kinktober tbh.

Side Note(s): At this rate, I'm gonna aim to write a damn smut book man. I'm pumping out these fics like it's nothin'. 💀

Also, this prompt is loosely followed. I mostly wanted a reason to write spit-roasting 😔

Slight Edit: Anon told me that I spelled Sebastian’s name wrong and- the amount of times I spelled his name with a DAMN O. Y’all— you saw nothing (now to check if my other fics have this case of me spelling his name with an o-)

"Why don't we make this reality~?"

Those were the words that led you to ending up in your current predicament. You, naked on the floor and currently being spit-roasted between sucking Sebastion's cock whilst Sam fucked into you as if he were afraid you were suddenly going to disappear, all the while he whispered the most heinous words into your ear with such sinful whines to add on top of it!

Should you have been more embarrassed to suggest having sex after a particularly spicy round of Solarion Chronicles? Mayyybeee. But were you?

Definitely not.

. . .

A needy whine left Sam's lips, his breath washing over your ear as his arms were currently wrapped around your torso, his hips slamming against your ass desperately. "F-Fuck man...we shoulda did this sooner," He moaned. You moaned around Sebastian's cock when Sam suddenly rubbed against a spongey spot along with your inner walls, the reverberation of your moan on his cock making Sebastion hiss in pleasure as his grip on your hair tightened.

"Yoba...fuck, keep fucking her like that...she seems to like what you were doing."

"Oh?" Sam said teasingly. "You mean...here."

Another moan left your kiss-swollen lips, a creamy white ring beginning to form around Sam's cock as he lightly bit the shell of your ear before leaning back to admire what he was doing to you. "You're right Seb, she seems to realllyyy like it." He panted. His hand then came to part your pussy lips farther apart, a gasp choking up in your throat as you could feel the blue-eyed blonde twitch inside of you.

You whined when Sam's hands then came to grip your waist, fucking harder into you as his balls slapped against your overstimulated clit from the effort. Slowly, you felt your orgasm begin to creep up on you, but...with how blurry your vision was and the combined pleasure of the two men using you. You weren't sure if you would even be able to handle such an intense orgasm.

"Fuck—" Sebastian gasped as his hand shakily released its grip upon your hair to trail down to cup the side of your cheek, an infatuated look hiding just behind his obvious lust for you. You struggled to look up at him through your tears, yet despite your rapid blinking, the sight of the obvious blush of embarrassment on his face made it all the more worth it. Behind you, Sam groaned at the scene before him. "S-So pretty..." Sebastian whispered.

"Right?" Sam agreed. "Should've fucked 'er sooner...with a pussy this tight, this needy...we gotta do this every time we come over for Solarion Chronicles, eh Sebastion?" Wordlessly, Sebastian nodded his head as he felt his orgasm begin to approach, his dick twitching inside of your throat, making you cough around him.

Concerned, Sebastian quickly pulled you off his cock much to your disappointment. "I...I'm fine..." You said with a dazed grin.

"S-Shit...you like it really rough don't you farmer?" Sam moaned as his torso came to rest against your back once more, his larger hands placing themselves on your own as he rolled his hips into you with even more urgency. You clenched at the sound of Sam's whines and pleas for you to allow him cum inside, the nastiness of it all combined with Sebastian stroking his dripping cock to the scene before you only causing that knot in the pit of your gut to tighten even more. The groan that left Sebastian's lips, his body jerking along with his movements sent a strike of electricity into your body, threatening to push you over the edge before Sam suddenly began to pleasure and flick your clit.

The scream you let out, it was sure to wake the entire house.

"D-Don't be so loud—" Sebastian couldn't even finish his own sentence, a moan tearing from his lips. Sam smirked at the sight, his ministrations increasing in frequency as pleasure-filled tears brimmed your eyeline and began to fall.

"Don't tell her to hold back her moans." He playfully scolded his friend. "N-Not until I get her to cum around my dick that is..." He placed a sloppy kiss on the side of your face. "Cum all over my cock...been fuckin' my hand to the thought of this since the day you—Fuck—got here..." Sam cooed at you, his fingers beginning to pinch and lightly tug at your aching clit in addition to rubbing it. As your orgasm came closer and closer, your slick began to squirt out of you in tune to Sam's thrusts and drip down his thighs, your whines became higher and higher in pitch before your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"Oh fuck..." Sebastian groaned at the sight before he threw his head back with a moan, his cum hitting your tongue and painting your face.

Shudders of overstimulation racked over your body as Sam continued to fuck you like his life depended on it. "S-Sam..." You whispered. "F-Feels too good—Ah!"

"S-Sorry..." He whispered. "A-Almost—almost there—" The rest of his sentence was caught in his throat as he suddenly stilled and pressed his pelvis as close to your ass as he possibly could. Your insides warming as his cum painted your insides white, Sam's body beginning to relax and weaken before he pulled his softening cock out of your hole. A moan left his lips as he watched your combined orgasms ooze from your hole, he was tempted to lick you clean but...with the way you looked as if you were seconds away from collapsing, he figured he would wait another day for the opportunity to arise.

"Holy shit," Sebastian panted, wiping his cum-stained hand on his pants before he ran his hand through his hair, getting the stray hairs out from his vision.

"You said it..." Sam said as he pulled your body to his own. You cuddled closer to the blonde, content as you giggled to yourself.

"Do you...do you guys wanna do this again sometime next week?" You suggested, suddenly becoming shy with your request. However, the two men couldn't nod their heads fast enough. This was definitely going to become a regular thing for all of you.

[peachdues]

Veneration (Sanemi x F!Reader)

Good morning

Bundle of Joy one-shot featuring what Sanemi promised Y/N at the end of The Thing About Genya.

⚠️NSFW⚠️

CW: sanemi’s big ol’ breeding kink, creampies, Sanemi is a fuckin SIMP for his wife.

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“Fuck,” Sanemi growled, his hips setting a steady pace against his wife as his balls slapped languidly against the sumptuous curve of her ass. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

Y/N could only give a muffled groan in response as her husband’s cock dragged luridly in and out of her soaking heat, her face buried in the blankets now piled in a messy heap on the couple’s bed.

Sanemi chuckled, dark and sensual as he snapped his hips a little harder against her, knees nearly buckling as his wife’s cunt seized on him like a vice. “I don’t know how you expect me to not get you pregnant again,” he huffed, bringing a hand up to lightly slap his wife’s ass as it bounced against him. “Not when you’re gripping me this tight, darlin’.”

He’d already taken her twice since they’d been left alone, their daughter happily entertaining all three of Uzui’s wives as they’d walked off with her, knowing smiles on their faces.

Y/N had barely been able to slide the door of their manor shut before Sanemi had gently pushed her against the wall, got down on his knees, and feasted on her until she was practically doubled over his shoulder, begging for a break after he had pulled her third orgasm from her with just his tongue and fingers.

She’d tried to insist on returning the favor, lowering herself down to eye-level with his aching cock, but a hand under her chin had stopped her, forcing her to rise back up.

So Y/N’s “break” consisted of the time it took for Sanemi to scoop her up and carry her into their bedroom, where he’d thrown her up onto a dresser and slid into her welcoming and heavenly core.

Y/N muttered something incomprehensible into the bed. Sanemi gave her the courtesy of grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her head up from the folds of the futon. “You’ll have to repeat yourself, sweetheart,” he cooed, “I didn’t catch that.”

Y/N moaned his name in response and Sanemi swelled with pride; he loved that he was the man — the only man — who would ever get to make his beautiful wife feel this intoxicated on his body.

“I said I want another baby,” she finally managed, her head falling back down against the sheets as she greedily pressed her hips back to meet Sanemi’s bruising thrusts.

Sanemi’s pace slowed to a near stop. Y/N groaned in complaint, swiveling her hips demandingly against him, urging him to move, but Sanemi’s grip on her hips stilled her.

“Y/N. Are you serious?” His voice was husky and low from his pleasure, but he knew he’d need to confirm that what she was asking for was her true will and not the product of being fucked absolutely senseless.

Y/N nodded into the pillow she’d been gripping. “I was going to talk to you about it the second Uzui’s wives left but you were too impatient,” she rocked her hips back against his in desperation, Sanemi’s fingers digging into the plump curve of her ass. “I didn’t take my medication today just in case.”

Sanemi’s heart thudded against his chest, as he remained silent for a moment.

Y/N’s eyes widened softly as she lifted her head to look back at her husband. “Sanemi, if you’re not ready, we can stop until I get my medication — oh.”

Sanemi renewed the thrust of his cock with vigor, gripping Y/N’s hips in his hands and half-pulling her up off the bed as he got into a squat, plunging into her faster and deeper than before. Y/N could do nothing but hold onto her blankets and for dear life.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” Sanemi grunted, “you shoulda said something sooner.” The sound of Sanemi lewdly pistoning in her sopping heat was drowned out by the new screams from Y/N, as Sanemi’s angle allowed him to repeatedly hit that spot in her that made her see stars.

“I’ll put as many kids in ya as you want.” He promised, nearly standing on the couple’s futon as he dragged Y/N’s lower hips with him. “You say the word, and I’ll provide.”

Sanemi suddenly pulled out and Y/N nearly screamed in frustration as her climax slipped away from her.

“Sorry baby,” though her husband didn’t sound like he was sorry at all. “But I wanna see your face when I knock you up again.”

With one strong arm wrapped around her middle, the Wind Hashira flipped his wife over so that she was facing him.

He pressed her against the futon, trailing his lips teasingly from her neck to her breasts, nipping and sucking at her soft mounds until he’d thoroughly marked them, before continuing down to her stomach.

His lips met where she’d carried their daughter and he shivered at the thought of seeing her full of another one of his children.

“I fuckin worship you, you know that?” He asked her as he knelt back on his knees and tugged her lower half until it lay flush against his thighs, her legs lying limply on either side of him. He lifted her hips enough to slide into her once more, his position allowing him a new, deeper angle and the perfect view of Y/N’s face as she cried out his name, her tits beginning to bounce as he started to thrust.

“Sanemi,” she moaned, and she sounded on the verge of tears. “Please, I’m so close.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa was not a cruel man, and fatherhood had arguably made him ever softer for the two women in his life. He could not deny the love of his life the chance to come apart all around his cock, especially when she looked so fucking beautiful taking him the way she was, when she was begging him to give her another child.

So Sanemi gripped one of her legs in his hand, tucking it securely around his waist as he then moved his fingers to toy with his wife’s sensitive clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fuckin wet for me,” he moaned, savoring the way her slick coated his fingers instantly, as he pressed this index finger against her, swirling softly.

Y/N could not answer, too lost in her pleasure as Sanemi increased his pace, half-pushing them up the bed with his force as he pressed down sharply on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/N bowed off the bed, her walls gripping him so tightly it was nearly painful through the force of her climax, his name falling in a choked scream from her lips.

Sanemi knew he was close the moment he felt his wife’s sticky release coat his groin, his balls painfully tight as they slapped against the underside of Y/N’s ass as she collapsed back against the bed, too fucked out to do anything more than mewl and whimper as he chased his own release.

Gingerly, Sanemi felt his wife’s fingers close around one of the hands he had braced on her hips, and he watched in amazement as she brought it up to rest on her neck.

“Shit,” Sanemi cursed at her silent request. “Shit, baby, yes.” Gently, Sanemi wrapped his hand around her throat, his fingers squeezing softly along the sides of her neck.

“Fill me up, Sanemi,” she whispered, voice hoarse from screaming, and the grip around her neck tightened ever so slightly as Sanemi began to lose control.

“You’re not walkin’ out of this room until you’re good and pregnant again,” he promised darkly, lust taking him over as his pace quickened.

Sanemi felt the coil in his stomach tighten, the familiar fire of his impending release surging along his spine. His wife’s eyes were rolled back from a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation as the sound of her squelching cunt threatened to drown out her moans.

He was at his edge. “Y/N, look at me,” he growled, and when his wife opened her hazy eyes to meet his lustful gaze, Sanemi was a goner.

Sanemi’s hips slammed once more into his wife and stilled. With a shout, he came harder than he ever had before, vision going white as he pumped into her, his seed spilling forcefully into her greedy core. Somewhere, in the haze of his pleasure, he remembered to rock against her slowly to prolong his release.

After what felt like several moments of him emptying himself within her, Sanemi collapsed on top of his wife, but rolled with her to his side so as not to crush her.

He brought her head to his chest, scarred hand jumping to her hair to smooth over it comfortingly as they panted.

“I love you, you know that?” He murmured into her hair, between the press of his lips against her head.

Y/N’s fingers traced lazy patterns across his pectorals and upper abdomen as she caught her breath. “Someone is eager to get me knocked up again, isn’t he?” She laughed breathily as her chest slowed.

Sanemi smiled against her hair. “Can’t help it. Love seeing you pregnant. Love even more that you let me get you pregnant — that you want my kids.”

Y/N tilted her face up, demanding a kiss and Sanemi was only too happy to oblige her, bringing his hand to cup the side of her face as he pressed his lips against hers, slow and sweet.

Somehow, she’d found herself beneath him once more, the weight of Sanemi’s body against hers making her body heat with renewed want.

Y/N groaned again as she felt her lover’s still-hard cock prodding at her slick, abused folds once more, waiting for her signal. She nodded her assent, stretching up for her love to hold her close as he slid into her once more.

“Ha—there we go, baby,” he moaned, and the sound of his needy desperation made her clench around him once more.

“You can take one more load, can’t you, my love?” Sanemi buried his face into Y/N’s luscious breasts as his arms caged around her waist, holding him impossibly tight against him. “Gotta make sure I give my sweet girl what she wants.”

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Barking, screaming, crying

[vulpixisananimal]

"So about yesterday"

"I'm scared."

(It felt like pulling teeth trying to get those words out. You didn't want to, but you did. You need to be open with them, but you don't want to. But you do.)

"... I'm sorry."

(There's a pause. There's always a pause. Like you're still in a play. Why did you say that? Why didn't you say it sooner?)

(Were they mad? Freaked out?)

"Sif...?"

(You look up. Isabeau was holding out a hand. Oh, looking down you didn't Even realize you were gripping your cloak with a death grip. You pry a hand off it and take Isa's)

"Pleasedontbemad..."

"Mad? Sif! I'm prouda you!"

(Isabeau was beaming at you.)

"Last time you opened up to us it took nearly ending the world! This is a big improvement!!"

(... You're starting to giggle.)

(And cry.)

(Wuh oh.)

"!!" (Isa jumped to your side.) "Did I say something wrong???"

(You shook your head.)

"I think they're just a bit shaken up, right Sif?" (Mirabelle got up to your side as well. You nod, and take a breath.)

"You guys, don't think I'm crazy or anything?"

"There's someone I know in Bambouche like that, it's nothin' to be scared of." (Nille was giving you a comforting smile. You barely even knew each other and she was being so nice?) "What was it they called it?"

"A Dissociative Identity."

(You look up at Odile, she was smiling too. Did she know something?)

"With what you've been through, and how You've been acting, I thought to look into possible reasons myself. A dissociative identity is someone who, in essence, has multiple personalities in one body. Each with their own memories, self, etc."

(... That sounds like us.)

(It DOES sound like us.)

(You wipe your nose on your arm.)

"Eewww Siffrin!!" (Mirabelle made a face, you laugh, Isabeau hands you a tissue.)

"That.. that sounds about right." (It was you.)

"How long ago did this start?" (Asked Isa.)

(You hide your face in your cloak, expecting the reaction) "... About a month, month and a half ago."

"Siffrin!!!"

"Ah Gems.."

"around when we first met then?" (Asked Nille.) "I thought you were just Like That."

(You snort and laugh.)

(Your family was... Being so nice to you.)

(Nice to us.)

"Yeah it was around there. I think. First one showed up when we made it to Bambouche, second right before we left?"

"Sooooo when can we meet em?" (Isa said excitedly.)

"I bet we already have, big guy." (Nille replied.)

"Hah! Yeah I guess so! Who are they?"

(Well...)

"And, well, you know me. So that makes three."

"Ha!! Guess we get to talk to loop again after all!!" (Isa cheered.)

(. . .)

"Hmmm, Mal Du Pays. I do hope it's comfortable here." (Odile said thoughtfully)

(. . .)

". . . You really don't think I'm weird?"

"Nope!"

"Of course not!!"

"Nah, nothing weird at all."

"I don't think you could get weirder."

"M'dame!!!"

(You all laugh. They all really were fine with it then...)

(Nille leaned back in her chair.) "Ah Crabs, we shoulda gotten Bonnie in for this conversation."

(You wince.) "I could, explain it again to them. Or one of you could..."

(Nille was smiling cheekily at you. Why was she smiling?)

(Wait, she was looking behind you, so was Odile. You turn around.)

(Oh.)

"Heyfrin."

(Oh stars, please don't be mad.)

(Bonnie stormed over to you. They looked really angry, were they listening in the whole time? You were going to tell them too!)

(They looked you up and down, scowled at you.)

(And gave you a big hug.)

"Stupidface." (you could feel the tension leaving the room, even if you winced a little.) "I was worried about your crabbin face all day you big stupid face!"

"Language." (Nille chimed in.)

"YOU'RE language."

(Everyone laughed a bit. You take a breath. Oh Stars the kid wasn't actually angry.)

"Sorry, Bonnie, I was, hoping you'd be around for that talk."

"Heh, I heard every word, stupid." (Bonnie was looking up at you grinning.) "Big stupid."

"Takes one to know one Bonbon!" (Nille joked.) "And shouldn't you be in bed?"

"No way!! Someone's gotta make dinner around here!!"

"And that someone won't be you after that little tussle-"

(Ggrrrrowwewwllll)

"... Who's stomach was that."

"Not mine."

"Nor mine."

(Bonnie squinted at their sister) ".... Nille?"

"Doesn't change my point!" (She replied. Guilty.)

"HA!! I knew you'd be hungry!! C'mon let's go make some food!!!"

(Bonnie was dragging Nille out of the room now, probably to help make something for supper. You breathe in, and out.)

"... That went well." (Said Odile, getting up and walking over to you.) "Siffrin, if ever you want to learn more about this disorder, I'll help you look into it."

(You nod sheepishly, getting up as well.)

"We're here to support you Siffrin!" (Mirabelle was beaming at you like nothing had changed) "If something happens then you can always tell us, ok?"

"I'll try-"

"WAIT!!!" (Isabeau's expression dropped as he realized something). "Have, have I been making them super uncomfortable at all with our, y'know, our thing-"

"That's what you're worried about? Gems, Isa."

(You hide your face in your cloak.)

[princessconsuela120]

❃ THREE MORE MONTHS ❃

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Summary: fezco comforts you when you have morning sickness.

Warnings: pregnancy, cursing

Authors note: if you couldn’t tell I have both baby fever and fez fever. Send in some asks for this guy!! Don’t forget to comment and vote, enjoy!!!

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“Shit ma, come here.” Fezco said, opening the door to the bathroom as you sat by the toilet. This had been a routine since you reached your 2nd trimester. Mornings by the toilet. Usually you would try to sneak out so Fezco wouldn’t wake, but you hadn’t been too sneaky this time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You said, coughing into your arm as Fezco sighed, coming to sit beside you.

“You shoulda woken me sooner baby.” Fezco came to rub a comforting hand down your back, kissing your head.

“I’m sorry. You just, you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You could never disturb me ma. Promise.” He held out his pinky for you to lock, making you smile as you did.

“Thanks fez. Oh shit, here we go again.”

You returned to the toilet, throwing up as Fezco held your hair back carefully. He rubbed soothing patterns down your back as you threw up your breakfast.

“That’s it, let it all out.” He reassured, making you sigh as you wiped your mouth. “Lemme getchu some water n shit.”

He left to go get water, and came back to see the defeated look on your face as you rest your chin on the toilet lid, not caring how unsanitary it is.

“We gotta deal with this for how much longer?” You asked, making Fezco shrug.

“Shit I don’t know. Three months?”

“Fuuuck.” You buried your face in his neck as he chuckled, hugging you while you hid in his neck.

“But think about the benefits.” He said, making you nod. You rolled your eyes, smiling at his optimism.

“Think about having me wake you up to this every morning.”

“I don’t mind waking up for you baby. Just say the word. You got me wrapped around your finger ma.” You smiled, letting him kiss your temple before you held out your pinky.

“Three more months?” He locked his pinky in yours with a smile.

“Three more months.”

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Yev's Question

Ian had long ago learned to find peace within the chaos. It was the only way to survive living in the Gallagher household. 

That also included right now, with his husband bickering back and forth with Lip. 

His brother was still working on the house, trying to remodel it. He and Tami had forgoed their idea of selling it, but she’d been adamant on fixing it up for them and any other children they might have in the future. 

Everything had gone smoothly when they first arrived. Ian was with Yev and Franny in the living room while they watched some cartoons. In the kitchen, Lip was repainting the walls, and had been before they even arrived. 

Halfway through the show, Mickey grumbled about needing a beer. No sooner had he gone in there did they start in on each other. 

“The fuck kind of color is ivory cream?” 

“Tami bought it.” 

“Shoulda known that one.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lip demanded, instantly offended. 

Ian bit back a sigh, taking a long drink of his beer. 

Yev, who’d been laying on his stomach on the floor beside his cousin, decided to come up with Ian on the couch, snuggling in his side. 

“Ian,” he said, looking up with those big blue eyes of his. 

“Hmm?” 

“Daddy fights with Uncle Lip a lot,” he said seriously. 

“Yeah, he does,” Ian agreed. He thought it would be the end of it. 

It wasn’t. 

Yev’s face was screwed like he was trying to concentrate. “He fights with you a lot too.” 

“We’re only playing around, Yev,” Ian explained gently so he wouldn't get the wrong idea. “We’re not mad at each other when we do that. It’s just something we do because we love each other.” 

The little boy nodded. “So...so that means Uncle Lip and Daddy love each other too?” 

Well....that was a bit of a stretch. But for the sake of the boy who he saw as practically his own son, Ian said, “Yeah, something like that.” 

“Does that mean Uncle Lip and Daddy are getting married too?” He asked, delighted. 

The question was loud enough that it stopped the arguing happening in the next room over. Ian hadn’t been expecting that, so it kind of caught him off guard. 

“Yev, no-” 

But Yev was relaying this information to Franny anyway. “Uncle Lip and Daddy are gonna get married!” 

Franny gasped. “Really?” 

“Yeah, they’re in love!” 

“The fuck is he talking about?” Mickey demanded, having appeared in the doorway. 

Ian pressed his lips together, laughing bubbling up. 

“Ian said you and Uncle Lip are in love!” Yev exclaimed excitedly. 

Mickey actually sputtered, looking at Ian like he was fucking insane. 

“That’s not what I said,” Ian tried to explain. It was kind of hard, what between his own laughter and the kids being excited about it. 

“Is there gonna be another wedding?” Franny jumped to her feet. 

“No!” Mickey barked. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Lip came out, bewildered. "Who's getting married?"

“You and Daddy fight like Daddy fights with Ian,” Yev said, seemingly proud of this, “so that means you love each other!” 

Mickey and Lip grimaced at the same time. 

“No,” Lip was shaking his head. “No, Buddy. That’s...that’s not it.” 

“Fuck off,” Mickey snapped at Ian, who was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. 

Oh, man. This really made up for the dull afternoon they’d been having so far. 

[bcolfanfic]

yard work 🌱🌻💛

everett blakely / helen. young veterans au

new to the au? this takes place post afghanistan war. nash was killed overseas, leaving behind helen and their little son wyatt. helen lives in west virginia and post war ev got stationed at a base in the area doing flight instruction.

Blakely wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. It was the fourth time he’d come over to cut her grass since Croz had sent him the address. And the third time Helen had wound up coming outside to watch him midway through, the loose hair falling out of how she'd tied it back catching the light shining onto her porch. Wyatt was perched in her arms, saying something to her that he couldn't make out over the noise.

Wyatt who looked just like Nash, right down to the ears.

Trying to focus on the lawnmower, Blakely willed himself not to get caught up in his own head about either one of them.

Better things to think about while pushing on a lawnmower- things that didn't stand and end with someone you watched die in front of you a little over a year ago to the day.

But when he glanced up at her again a few minutes later, catching her smile as Wyatt pointed at him, the truth of the matter made his throat feel tight.

Helen had a way of making it hard not to think about her.

When he'd made the last pass of the lawn and killed the mower’s engine, he could feel her eyes on him. Brushing his hands at the grass clippings that had stuck to his clothes, he tried to put on a smile that felt normal as he approached the porch.

“Well, that’s done,” He said, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably shoulda' come by sooner though, sorry about that."

Helen chuckled softly, and he found his teeth grazing his bottom lip nervously as he looked up at her. “Honestly, you’re a lifesaver. If it wasn’t for you, Wyatt and I would be living in a jungle by now.”

Wyatt reached out in his direction as she talked, opening and closing his hands, squirming a little in her arms.

“I uh, He said awkwardly, talking a small step closer at his commanding but finding himself motioning aimlessly as opposed to taking the two-year-old right off of her. “I can hold him if you-"

"Oh, he's been dying to get to you since we came out," Helen said, pushing some of Wyatt's hair out of his eyes. “Kept pointing at the lawnmower every time it moved."

She went to pass him off then, Blakely feeling clumsier than he had in some time as he took the toddler into his arms. Somehow, he didn't drop him, Wyatt fitting against him so well it made his chest tight.

He looked even more like his daddy this close, big familiar eyes looking into his.

"Can't wait to see my baby again, sir." Nash said as they walked in lock step through the sand, the dust being kicked up by their boots following them like a cloud. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, helmet straps he hadn't bothered to buckle swinging as he walked. "Hel had him up to say hi when we Skyped last night, feel like he's gotten a lil' bigger for every day I've been gone. She was sayin' he's been crawling so fast she can barely keep up with him!"

Swaying slowly where he stood, Blakely tried to focus on what was right in front of him.

“I could use an assistant y'know, you wanna pull weeds bud?" He said lightly, tickling the back of Wyatt's knee.

Helen laughed again. “Oh, I’m sure he’d love that." She said, pausing for a beat- swiping her tongue over her bottom lip before she kept talking. "I bet you're a good teacher.”

Clearing his throat again, he faltered.

“Yeah, maybe. I, uh” He paused, looking down at Wyatt and then back at her. “You know, if you ever needed more help. Around here. With stuff other than the yard... I mean, not that you need it, know you're a real capable woman, think you've been managing everything really well but-"

Helen raised an eyebrow as he rambled, her smile shifting into something a little more playful.

“Are you offering to be my handyman now?”

“I mean, I’m just," Blakely started, feeling heat crawling up the back of his neck and into his cheeks. "if you need someon- needthehelpImean.”

Helen stepped closer, her smile softening into something that made him feel soft. She reached forward to swipe something off of Wyatt's face with her thumb, fingers grazing just briefly against Blakely's shirt as her hand dropped back down.

“You're real sweet, Everett. I mean that.”

Blakely swallowed hard. “I uh- I try.”

They stood there for a moment, the space between them feeling smaller than before. Blakely looked away quickly to avoid the staring contest it felt like they were starting, trying to shake the heat working its way up the back of his neck. Heat that wasn't from the work he'd been doing in the yard.

“Well, if you ever get tired of cutting grass,” Helen said after a beat, her voice dropping just a little. “You could always join us for dinner sometime. Wyatt’s picky, but I promise I won’t make anything too scary.”

Blakely blinked, surprised, and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d love that. I’m not picky at all."

Helen laughed again, and he felt a flush in his cheeks when he realized what he'd said, alongside how ridiculous it must've sounded.

Somehow, she didn't seem deterred. “I’ll keep that in mind."

---

As he settled into the driver’s seat of his truck, he reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found who he was looking for.

Crosby picked up halfway through the second ring. And as Ev had expected was demanding a run-down of every word him and Helen exchanged before he could even get a breath in.

“She invited you for dinner? Look at you, yard boy.” He crooned down the line, and Ev groaned.

“'s not, 's not like that,” He insisted, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Think she’s just being nice.”

“Yeah, and you went over there for the fourth time ’cause you have a passion for yard work.”

Ev rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't occupied with driving. He could imagine the grin Croz probably had on his face prodding him, and hated that as much as it irked him, there was another- less annoyed feeling coursing through him about it. One he wasn't sure he wanted to unpack right this second.

“You’re the one who said I should,” he countered, trying to regain control of the conversation. “Think it would be weirder if I went over to help once and just disappeared.”

“Yeah, well, I think if she’s inviting you over for dinner, she wants you to do more than pull weeds.”

“Croz, Jesus.” Ev grimaced, feeling a pang of guilt settle in his chest at the insinuation. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "Nash didn’t die that long ago. Don’t be fuckin' weird bud.”

“I'm just saying, you never know.” Croz replied, not letting up. “You could always ditch the shirt next time you're doing yard work and just go from there."

Ev huffed, wishing he could reach through the phone and thwack his friend right about now.

“I’m not doing that,” he shot back, though the visualization creeped into his head anyhow. Of himself, of Helen's eyes raking over his ches-

It felt like a betrayal to even entertain.

“You’re reading way too much into this,” Ev finally said when he'd shook the thought, his voice quieter now, "I'm helping her out cause it's what he'd want. Not tryin' to make the guy roll over in his grave."

“Yeah, yeah,” Croz said, his tone softened some. “No one’s asking you to square it all right this second. But you ask me, I wouldn't write it off either.”

xxx

[basementdwellerq]

Big stare

Thought I was alone in the down here..

- @mightbeabitch

oh, I think ive seen you before Σ(･o･;) ﾊｯ!

i always thought someone was there!!! you shoulda said smth sooner! it'll be nice to have a playmate ... ^-^

[wedgieplease]

Roommate Wresting

It's been awhile, but I wanted to add some new content for others to enjoy!

My roommate, we’ll call him Dave, and I messed around with each other on a daily basis. Nothing too major, just the casual wrestling on the floor and “accidentally” spilling our drinks on each other. What wrestling match is complete without a couple wedgies!

Before I get into it, let me set the scene: Our dorm was pretty standard. Big enough for two twin lofts and two feet of space between them. Oh, and two wardrobes and two desks. Dave and I didn’t know each other until we moved in. We could’ve gotten in touch sooner, but why bother? Anyway, Dave was a tall guy, at least 6’4”. Me, on the other hand, I wasn’t even 6’, so there was an obvious height difference. Dave being Dave, he teased me about it, things like “everybody loves a short king”. It was annoying at first, but then I got used to it. 

The first few weeks were a bit awkward, just the nature of living with a stranger. We got to know each other pretty well though, we went to the mess hall for dinner together most weeknights. At dinner, we’d swap stories about high school. Neither of us were jocks, but we weren’t dorks either. I was good (enough) at math and he understood chemistry. We bonded over our old friends and all the crap we’d get up to with them. Eventually, we got comfortable with each other. 

One night, Dave was on the chair underneath his loft watching some nostalgic cartoon. I wanted to watch my current series, but he refused and jokingly started to pout. I cracked a joke like “if you’re gonna act like a child then I’ll start treating you like one”. To that, Dave held up the remote and taunted “At least I’m not throwing a tantrum for not getting my way”. That was it. I went for the remote, but he was too quick and pushed me back. I grabbed his arm and pulled him off the chair and we both crashed to the floor. 

He landed on top of me and tried to pin my arms to the floor, but he wasn’t fast enough. I grabbed one of his arms and pushed with my leg to get him off me. As I got up, he dove to tackle me. I pushed his head between my legs so he couldn’t move, when I noticed the struggle made his shirt ride up. I immediately latched onto the black waistband and gave a yank. 

“Hey! No fair!” he protested. 

“All’s fair in wrestling war” I joked.

“Well, in that case…” Dave muttered as he lifted my leg up and pulled so hard I fell to the floor. Before I could regain my senses, he spun me around and had my undies up to my shoulder blades. 

“It’s been a while since I gave someone a nasty wedgie”, he said as he grabbed my now-exposed legholes and proceeded to drag me across the room. 

Once he let go, I flopped back to the ground, defeated with my red briefs ballooning out of my shorts. 

“Come on dude, that was way worse than what I gave you!” I told him off as I shoved the sea of red back into my shorts. 

“You shoulda thought about that before you started it!” He retorted.

“Let me even the score, man, my ass is wrecked” I begged

“Did I hurt your widdle butt?” he taunted as he stuck out his in my face.

“You asked for this!” I spat, wasting no time grabbing his black waistband, and the handfull of white fabric that was still above his shorts. 

“Ye-OWW!” Dave jolted as his waistband reached his shoulder blades. 

“I’m not done yet!” I said as I swatted his hands away and grabbed the legholes that were starting to peak out of his shorts. Giving one more triumphant yank, I stepped back 

And admired how his legholes sat just above his pantsline.

“Jesus fuck, dude, ow.” Dave said as he put the white back where it belonged. “I’m gonna need to change now.”

“How do you think I feel?” I spat back.

“Again, you started it.” he said.

“Maybe if you had let me watch my show…”  I trailed off. 

“You musta given alot of these the way you pulled” Dave said. 

“It was usually one-sided with me and my friends. Me on the getting end, actually.“ I said, slightly embarrassed.

“Well. Remind me not to cross you again. Damn.” he said.

And that was the beginning of our shenanigans

[loosesodamarble]

hey, happy 300! for the event, how about luck voltia + C7. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.”?

Hello hello there Anon! Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait but here it is now~!

Summary: Luck kissed you during a game of Truth or Dare. And though it was a dare, a happy little truth comes out of it. Genre: romance, fluff Word count: ~750

..........

“Truth or dare?” Magna asked while pointing to Luck.

“Oh dare!”

“Shoulda guessed… Okay then! I dare you to…” Magna looked around the circle of people gathered for the, admittedly childish, game that you and the other Bulls were playing. “Kiss someone in this circle. Doesn’t matter wh—”

Without Magna even finishing, Luck turned to you, sitting directly to his right, and grinned in his usual manner.

“You’re going to be the one I kiss, okay?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.

…..

You frowned at the memory of a fleeting peck on the lips that you’d likely never experience again.

It wasn’t that you disliked Luck that made the moment unpleasant. In fact, it was your affection for him that made the memory unbearable because… He probably only kissed you out of convenience. And he’d never kiss you again.

You grabbed your pillow and shoved it onto your face.

“Aaaauuugggh! Stupid!” you screamed into the pillow and writhed on your mattress. “Why’d it have to be someone as oblivious and romance blind as—! Ugh!”

You let yourself fall limp. What was the point of complaining about it? It was done. The sooner you stopped thinking about it—

“Heeeey! I heard suffo—”

“Gyaaaaaah!” On instinct, you shot up and threw your pillow at the intruder.

Before the projectile could hit its target, a hand donned in lightning armor caught the pillow and crushed it. Downy feathers exploded into the air and fell like snow around the room.

“Oh good, you aren’t dead!” Luck exclaimed with a grin.

“Loo-La-Luck?! Why are you here?!” you sputtered and scrambled to your feet.

“Like I said, I thought I heard you being suffocated,” Luck answered point blank. “Can’t let you die after all.”

Your heart twisted. His tone was so carefree but the implication of him being worried for you…

No! He’s just worried about a friend. A co-worker! Nothing more! You crossed your arms and smiled at him. “Well thanks for worrying. I suppose you’re off to bother Magna now that you know I’m alive?”

“Can’t; he left for a mission an hour ago.”

At this, you raised a brow. The only rooms near yours were Magna and Nero’s. And Luck never had much reason to talk to Nero. Which meant…

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Huh?!” You felt your body lock up. Oh gosh, I’m blushing! Please don’t notice!  “Y-yeah?” I swear, if it’s about—

“So yesterday, during the game I mean.” Luck closed the distance between you two and put his hands on your shoulders. With him so close, every feature of his seemed more handsome. “When I kissed you, you didn’t really kiss back.”

“Uh… Well… I mean, the dare was for you, not me…” Your tongue felt like lead. Static buzzed in your mind, paralyzing you. Why couldn’t he have waited a week or something?! I’m still processing this! “Why did you even kiss me at all?”

Luck’s eyes locked with yours. He stared at you, into you, for a moment, his eyes wide like he was searching.

“Because it was you!” Maybe it was a trick of the light but Luck’s face seemed… pinker.

“… Huh? Wha…?”

“I guess it wasn’t obvious…” Luck squeezed your shoulders and leaned in. The blush on Luck’s face was very obvious at that point. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.”

“S-so you’re saying…” The heat in your face spread to the rest of your body. The sound of your beating—no, hammering—heart made you dizzy. “You like me too…?”

“Yeah I like you too!” Then Luck blinked, eyes going wide, as if realizing what had just been said. “‘Too.’ You like me ‘too.’” You mutely nodded. “That’s… That's great!” Luck did a jump, still gripping your shoulders, and when he landed he stayed on his tiptoes to stay closer to eye level with you. “So it was alright to kiss you? Does that mean we can kiss again? Does that mean we’re dating?!”

Luck’s smile was wider and his joy was brighter than when he was on a battlefield. And his exuberance was infectious. Laughter bubbled in your throat as you took his hands off your shoulders to hold.

“Yes! To all of those!” To push the point even further, you leaned down and kissed Luck’s cheek.

To your joy, and to Luck’s as well, that first kiss wasn’t the last. Only the beginning to many more.

[marivoid]

Entry 35

Day 228

After I spent a few hours walking the streets of the revived city, my attention had been drawn to an odd store.

"Pearl's Emperium Of Endless Knick-Knacks"

I like knick-knacks. And I was sure at the time Brian would like something shiny as well. (Birds do like shiny things after all with how often they crash into glass to get said shiny thing.) So I went inside!

And oh. Oh my goodness. The way I could write a whole novel about this place. It's just... Breathtaking. Walls that seem to never end, filled with all sorts of items that one couldn't find just wandering about. No, these items had to be discovered through intensive searching and scavenging. Hell, there was a whole section dedicated to books BEFORE the Crash!

(Even as I'm making this entry it still shocks me. How did they even manage to save those books?? From what the G.U.I.D.Es had to say, most were destroyed from the Meteor!)

Brian and I spent a decent hour just getting lost in the place. Could you blame us? The place was never ending! I even snagged a few items for myself (and Brian, by demand of loud caws and angry pokes.)

It was right around there when an arm threw itself around my shoulder and yanked me down.

"Jimmy! You shoulda told me you were comin' early! I would've been down here a lot sooner! Goodness you've gone and grown a couple inches! And befriending Brian, that's one skilled move right there-"

"Uhm... I'm not. I'm not Jimmy."

That poor woman jumped away from me like she had just touched acid. And I had gotten a look at her. She was... Definitely something I'd yet to see (Not all that shocking these days. May as well see somebody new every other day!)

The entire left side of her face was covered by a large, moon-shaped panel that had a bright red eye. The other side of her face was more human, tanned skin with freckles and a natural blue eye. Something odd yet... Not the oddest I've seen. Her outfit was also something nostalgic. An old postman's shirt, dirt stained overalls (-At least I hoped it was dirt as of writing this. Maybe not-) covered in hand-stitched sunflowers and a hooded cloak that seemed to be made up of a few different fabrics. Definitely... Odd. But somewhat refreshing to see.

"Sorry! You look a lot like my friend! Really sorry about that!" Her face was a comical shade of red when she extended her arm out to me. "Let's try this again, shall we mate? I'm Pearl! Pearlescent Moon! Proud owner of this Imperium you see before your very eyes! I hope you're enjoyin' it!"

She was a very cheerful spirit. And even I can admit now that her smile was infectious. "67." Her hand was rather cold when I shook it. "I'm enjoying it." A peck. "We. We are enjoying it. Lots of stuff to be found in such a huge place like this. I mean, three floors of just different items? Goodness!"

"Well isn't that an odd name for yourself? 67? Naming yourself after a number. New one on me... But yes! Either that or the CPCs bring all sorts of goodies for me to stock the shelves with!"

Another term I was rather unfamiliar with. "CPC?"

"Canaries, Parrots and Crows! You really do know nothing about the Crashlands do ya?"

"I-I would beg to differ." Did I stick out like a sore thumb back then? Yes. Do I still stick out like a sore thumb as of now? Yep. But to admit that in front of this Pearl woman? Nope. Not gonna happen.

"Uh huh. Anyways, I should get going and leave you be! I have a friend I'm waiting on!"

"Jimmy, I assume?"

Another nod tossed my way. "Jimmy. He's the Canary of the CPC. Lives here a lot with his body guard!"

That caught my interest back then. I look back at it now and wish I'd never even asked. "Who's his bodyguard? Are they hiring, perhaps?"

"Well his body guard is unofficial- We just call-"

"PEAAARL!"

A flash of yellow feathers and blue cloth whizzed past me. It tackled Pearl into the ground and only then did it click. "Ohhh. That's Jimmy."

"Yep-"

"You two were talking about me?!" His voice was much higher pitched than my own (I can still hear it now, screaming in my ears.) as he ranted on about how "I've told you that I've been busy..." Or something along those lines. I was a bit too busy staring at the person standing in the midst of the chaos.

Somebody I thought was dead.

The same man that I shared my first kiss with.

The same, freckled faced, blue haired male that used to make a fuss over my hair looking somewhat decent in the morning.

Scott.

[hannahmanderr]

DannyMay 2023 Day 1 - Fantasy AU

Words: 3,248

Summary: In which Danny finds that when a stranger offers him help, it's probably too good to be true. (FFN)

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Danny didn’t notice the little ghost until he collided with it at breakneck speed, sending both tumbling head over heels.

“Ohmigosh,” Danny said once he’d righted himself. He darted over to the little ghost, who was more disoriented than he. Being only a foot tall or so, they’d fallen harder and farther. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you! I was just in such a hurry -”

The little ghost shook their head, although their eyes still seemed somewhat unfocused. “Aye, nothin’ about it, yeh hear?” 

Danny tilted his head. The ghost’s accent sounded Irish, or maybe it was Scottish. Celtic? He never knew what the difference was. And accents didn’t mean much anyway in the Ghost Zone. They weren’t exactly the greatest indicator of where a ghost was from, although Danny had heard of a reclusive tribe of spirits living out past the Forest of the Lost who exclusively spoke in an accent of buzzes.

“And where might yeh be travelin’ in such a rush?” the ghost asked, brushing off their gauzy green dress.

“Oh, um, I got this summons, I think? From Princess Dora? Or maybe it’s Queen Dora now…”

The little ghost regarded him for a long moment before their elven ears twitched and they broke into a too-wide grin. “Aye, Princess Dorathaea of Mattingly! Yeh shoulda mentioned somethin’ sooner!”

Danny found himself at a bit of a loss. “I - what? But you just asked me.”

“If yeh allow me,” the ghost said, as if Danny hadn’t spoken, “I believe there lies a passage fer speedier travel to the Dragon Kingdom near me home. It would do me no greater pleasure than to take yeh there! Ease up the journey a bit, aye?”

Danny wasn’t sure if his head was still spinning from his tumble or from the little ghost’s rapid escalation to asking to escort him. Most ghosts he met would’ve probably blasted him halfway across the Zone by now, so he supposed it shouldn’t be surprising that there would be ghosts who would tend to the other extreme of over-hospitality.

He was also starting to register more of the ghost’s appearance. Long, charcoal gray cornsilk hair draped down their back. It was neatly slicked back at the top, leaving plenty of room for their large, pointed ears. Where their nose should’ve been were only two small slits, and their grin (which reminded Danny of the Cheshire Cat) revealed two rows of yellowed, razor sharp teeth.

Their wings distracted him most. They reminded him of dragon wings in how they tapered to points up and down their whole length, but these were gossamer thin. They matched the ghost’s chalky white skin, but Danny was pretty sure he could see the Zone’s trademark swirls of ectoplasm through the wings. They stayed perfectly still, too, which admittedly wasn’t as surprising for a creature that could probably fly without wings already.

“I’m - uhh,” Danny stammered when he realized he’d probably been staring a little longer than what could be considered polite. “That’s okay, really, I’m a fast flier…”

“Aye, but yeh shouldn’t keep the princess waitin’, yeh know. Yeh’ve been summoned, after all!”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the little ghost that just felt… off. It was setting off his instincts, both human and ghostly. Still though, it was probably only because they hadn’t attacked him yet, and he wasn’t used to meeting friendly faces while traveling through the Ghost Zone. And he didn’t want to offend them. If he’d learned anything since first entering the Zone, it was that most ghosts had very particular ideas about social cues.

He sighed. “Alright,” he relented. “If it’ll be faster, why not?”

If possible, the little ghost’s grin grew even wider. “Excellent!” they said before shooting off. Danny had to scramble to catch up. For their tiny size, they were extremely fast.

“Me kin and I live just on that island o’er there,” they chirped when he caught up. “Yeh’ll love it!”

Danny frowned. “I thought you said the portal was near your home, not in it.”

The little ghost laughed - a discordant tinkling like the dopey toy piano his baby cousin owned. “Oh, no sonny! Tis a passageway, not a portal. A Fetch, if yeh want a proper name!”

“Wait, like a dog?”

The ghost laughed again. “Yer a little fledgling, aren’t yeh? Yeh’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Danny was still trying to remember what on earth “fledgling” meant (and if he should be offended by it) when they arrived on the lush green island. The foliage reminded him of something he’d see on Earth. Stuff in the Zone tended to veer towards the “weird” end of the spectrum, including the plant life, but everything here - the grass, the flowers, the trees - all could’ve been taken straight from a human forest.

The ghosts were a different story. They all had a similar facial structure to the little ghosts and the same tapered ears, but most similarities ended there. Their hair and skin varied between shades of green, black, purple, blue, and gray. Some let their hair hang loose; others had theirs done up in elaborate braids threaded with flowers and leaves. Most wore loose, flowy dresses or tunics in muted earth tones. Though they were all small in size, they ranged anywhere from a few inches to a couple of feet. 

The only other thing they seemed to have in common were the wings, but they came in such a wide variety that it was difficult to see other similarities. Some were shimmery. Some were feathered. Some were veiny, like leaves. Some were jagged and torn. He thought he spotted at least one whose wings looked like branches from a tree.

He couldn’t help but gawk as he and the little ghost made their way through the forest. It was reciprocated by the other ghosts, who watched him with a hungry curiosity in their eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, a pair of ghosts no bigger than his hand giggled and ducked behind a tree as he passed by. One, sitting alone on a tree branch and kicking its bare feet, began chattering in a language Danny didn’t recognize. In the distance, he heard the lilting notes of a flute.

“By the way,” the little ghost said, shaking him out of his stupor, “I don’t believe I caught yer name before.”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the situation that was setting off his alarm bells, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it had to do with the eerily human environment. Maybe it was putting his two halves at odds with each other.

Still though, he wondered why a little voice in the back of his head was pressing him not to answer the little ghost.

“I’m Phantom,” he finally settled on. Then, because he was feeling tense and because it was a force of habit, he said, “Or punk, if you’re feeling friendly. Or just ghost boy, or whelp, or-”

“Aye, I knew I recognized yeh,” the little ghost interrupted. “Yeh have quite the reputation there, sonny.”

Danny flushed green. “Yeah, that’s… I’m definitely not the most popular guy in the Zone, that’s for sure.”

“But yeh also have the power to back it up, I hear!” The little ghost faced him. “Such a young ‘un… and yet powerful enough to be named Pariah’s Bane…”

He fiddled with one of the little pouches on his belt. He might be used to Frostbite and his tribe lauding his praises by now, but he still hated having attention drawn to some of his bigger exploits. It was especially embarrassing hearing it come from a complete stranger. 

He was too preoccupied with his self-consciousness to notice the hungry glint in the little ghost’s eyes.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, did you mention your name already? I’m sorry if I missed it.” He hoped his guide would latch onto the change of subject.

To his surprise, he felt their aura flinch away, although their body didn’t show it. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - it happened all the time when he managed to get the upper hand on an enemy and he was able to assert his own power and aura - but it was unexpected given the situation.

“Me kin and me,” they said tightly, “we prefer to use, ah, a more communal means of callin’ each other. Makes things easier for all of us, yeh know?”

The alarm bells in Danny’s head were ringing louder now. He still wasn’t quite sure why, but he found himself thinking of Sam and her fixation on mythology. He couldn’t remember exactly what she might’ve said to trigger his memory now, though. Maybe he needed to start paying more attention to her raves about myths and legends.

Hadn’t there been a story about a group of creatures that were touchy about names? Maybe…

“Ah, here we are!” the little ghost said. Their face had relaxed somewhat and the tension had drained from their voice. “The Fetch! Gets yeh where yer s’posed to be in the blink of an eye!”

Danny looked to where the ghost was gesturing proudly, but he didn’t see whatever he was supposed to see. It was just an empty patch of grass, no different than the rest of the grass on the island. Granted, it was kind of hard to think between the anxious thoughts and the hypnotic flute music, both of which had grown noticeably louder.

The little ghost floated forward but stopped when they noticed Danny wasn’t following. “What be the matter, sonny?” they asked. 

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. He was still searching for an identifiable portal or device or something in the grass and trying to ignore the nagging voice in his head (that had suspiciously taken on Sam’s voice) telling him not to listen. 

The ghost was now frowning. “Yeh - yeh have to come over here for it to work, yeh know! Won’t do yeh any good from all the way over there!”

Danny had stopped listening. He’d found what the Sam-voice was pressing him to notice. 

“Um, on second thought,” he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. Gingerly, he floated backwards, away from the line of off-white mushrooms a few inches in front of him. “I think I’m okay, really. I’m sure Dora will understand if it takes me a bit longer…”

The little ghost’s lips curled back, revealing their razor-sharp teeth again. The music cut off abruptly. Danny felt the ectoplasm around him still suddenly as several auras flared towards him. He whipped around only to see a dozen or so of the little ghost’s kin surrounding him and edging their way toward him, their teeth bared as well. The wicked gleam in each of their eyes sent chills down his spine.

“I think yeh’ll want to do as I tell yeh to, sonny,” the little ghost growled. Their voice grew dangerously low and soft. “It’ll be easier for yeh if yeh cooperate.”

Danny glared at the group of ghosts advancing on him, trying to wield his own aura against their collective one. With a particularly strong push, he snarled, and he felt his eyes blaze a little brighter. Two or three of the ghosts hesitated, but the rest of the group was unfazed by his show of power. If anything, they looked even hungrier than they had before. 

“If you know my reputation so well,” he quipped, twisting back to face the little ghost, “you’d know I don’t have the best track record of listening to people!”

Their laugh was dark. “Yeh think so, eh?” They drifted languidly towards Danny. “Yer not as bright as they say. Even the little ‘uns know not to cross paths with us. They know how dangerous we can be.”

The group behind him was maybe a few meters away. “Oh, but yeh, yer different. Such a unique child… Such untold power…” the little ghost purred. They licked their lips. “Imagine what me and me kin can do with a spirit like yeh…”

Danny barked a laugh, but it was hollow. He tried to suppress his rapidly increasing fear by calling up another burst from his aura. “Yeah, right. There’s no way I’m doing anything you tell me to. Now that I know what you are, anyway.” The burst only succeeded in delaying the approaching group by a few seconds. 

The little ghost - the faerie - laughed again. “A bit late, if yeh ask me. Shoulda realized before yeh told me yer name, hm?” They must’ve noticed the way Danny’s glare faltered at that statement, because their lips stretched thin in a maniacal smile. 

“We might not be as powerful as yeh,” they said with barely contained glee, “but we have ways to… compensate, yeh might say. Give us yer name and yeh give us protection ‘gainst any attack yeh throw at us.”

Danny cursed under his breath. Ancients, he should’ve just listened to his instincts when they’d first kicked in. He should’ve known that when both his ghost and human halves were telling him a situation was Not GoodTM, it was usually true. 

“Aye, and yer name gives us somethin’ else, too,” the faerie continued. They raised a clawed, bony finger and pointed it straight at Danny.

At first, he was confused. Nothing happened. Then a shooting pain ran straight through his core, causing him to double over midair. It embedded itself into his core and pulled. Even though he couldn’t see anything physically stuck in his chest, he could see strands of bright green ectoplasmic energy - his energy - winding out of his chest, where his core was, and towards the faerie. His stomach turned in horror as he realized whatever had hooked into him was siphoning his energy away. He was helpless to stop it. 

The slits in the faerie’s face widened as they inhaled deeply, drawing Danny’s energy into their own body. He felt their aura flare, and they sighed contentedly. 

“A little bit of a slower process,” they said with their Cheshire Cat grin, “but a good meal is worth waitin’ for, eh?”

“Share! Share!” the group behind him began hissing. Danny tried to growl in response, but it came out as more of a whimper than anything.

“Quit yer whinin’,” the faerie said. “Yeh’ll get yer turn soon enough. He won’t be leavin’ anytime soon.” Then, to Danny, they continued, “Most of our, shall we say, guests don’t stay very long, yeh see. The humans, they end up starvin’. And the other creatures that come to our home, they just don’t have enough in them to share fer long. They got little cores. Can only hold so much, yeh know?” They laughed, its discordant tinkling causing Danny to cringe in pain.

“Ah, but yeh and yer core. Yer somethin’ of legend, sonny. The stories of yer power, how yeh managed to wrangle the fiercest of opponents… Why, they say yeh even came back from Oblivion’s door when yeh felled Lord Pariah. Very few beins’ can do somethin’ like that… Very few indeed…”

The faerie spread their hand that wasn’t pointing at Danny. “He’s too fast, they say. Too clever, they say. Too much to be reckoned with. We’d never get the chance to have a go at yeh. But look now! Yeh delivered yerself right to us!” With a wicked grin, they crooked their pointed finger. “And now we have yeh at our mercy.”

Danny gasped as the hook in his core twisted sharply. His hands pressed against his chest in a fruitless effort to stop the strands of energy from leaving his body. His core screeched and, trying to defend itself, drove its own energy against the foreign presence. Frost began to crystallize on his fingers and the tips of his hair, and he realized with a start that his eyes were glowing bright enough to cast a light onto the ground beneath him.

Of course, this only succeeded in giving the faerie a larger pool of energy to draw from. Their smile stretched wider as they reveled in the energy spiraling their way.

“Yeh know,” they said, almost lazily, “this would be so much easier on yeh if yeh just step o’er that line there.”

Danny gritted his teeth. Through the haze of the pain, he managed to shake his head. Snowflakes fell from his hair as his head moved.

The faerie tilted their head. “No matter, really. We have all we need to make yeh cooperate.” Their eyes began to glow the same green as Danny’s energy. His heart dropped violently. If he was remembering Sam’s stories right, he had a horrible feeling he knew what they were about to do.

“Come to me, Phantom,” they whispered, their voice low and ominous. Danny screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable consequence of the command.

It never came.

The faerie growled. “Phantom, I command you to come to me!” they said, agitated.

An unseen force tugged weakly at Danny’s body, but despite the pain and energy loss, he easily resisted. He hesitated, then opened his eyes. True enough, he hadn’t moved.

The faerie faltered. “What is the meanin’ of this?” they shouted. Their extended finger lowered the slightest bit. As it dropped, he felt the siphon attached to his core slacken.

It was enough for Danny. In a panic to take advantage of the reprieve and with a wave of adrenaline, his core ignited. He didn’t try to contain it. With a guttural yell, he let the energy explode outward in a supernova of bright light.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in the center of a ring of icy spikes, radiating out towards the faeries. A couple who had been closer to him, including the one who had attempted to command him, had been frozen instantly. The remaining faeries hissed in fury, but they didn’t approach the barricade of ice. Some of them even took a few hesitant steps away.

Danny didn’t waste any time. With the connection severed, he gathered the last few dredges of energy he had left and shot straight up. Once he cleared the canopy of trees, he picked a direction he was mostly certain was towards the portal and followed it as fast as he could. 

He had only been flying for a few minutes when his core finally gave out. He managed to land on a tiny, rocky island before his transformation rings washed over him, leaving him human. He crawled over to a crevice between two particularly large rocks and squeezed himself inside. He had no idea if the faeries would try to chase him or not. Being caught in human form with a depleted core sounded like a nightmare.

Shakily, he inhaled, trying to absorb the ambient ectoplasm. It’d be a while before he’d be able to build up enough energy to get somewhere safer. Maybe Pandora’s. She’d let him stay with her before. He just hoped Dora wasn’t too upset with him. 

His eyes slipped shut. He was just so tired, so spent after losing such a large amount of energy in such a short period of time. Surely he wouldn’t be spotted, folded in between these two stones. He’d be okay if he just rested for a minute, right?

As Danny drifted into sleep, he wondered if he would’ve been able to get away if he’d told the faerie his true name.

[billthedrake]

BIG DADDY (PART EIGHT)

It was a novel, fun vibe between me and my high school buddy Kevin. McConnell had flown down for a long New Year's weekend in Austin.

"Had to get out of the fucking cold," he growled in his Jersey accent when he called to tell me he was coming down. He asked if I wanted to come to the city and stay over for an old fashioned guy's weekend. I hesitated, because Cheryl was over 8 months along in her pregnancy, but she insisted I go have some fun.

Now that I was alone with Kevin in his hotel room, I was glad for guy's night in the city. There was still a naughty thrill to fooling around with my good friend, and I knew Kevin felt that times five.

"Can't believe I just got Brennan-fucked," he grinned, pleased with his new coined term as he lay back on the bad, watching my naked body as I rejoined him in the bed after taking a post-fuck piss. I half expected things would be weird between us now, but we just rode the thrill.

"You seemed to like it," I said as I slid back under the sheets, cozying up to Kevin's gym-toned body. Cocky, maybe, but also checking in with my buddy.

"I did," he said thoughtfully. "I tried bottoming a couple of times wasn't crazy about it. Leave it to Big Man Nick to make me love it."

"We shoulda done this back in high school," I said with a hearty laugh.

"Damn, man," Kevin sighed. I could tell he was battling some emotions, and I felt a little bad for teasing him. We kissed some, and I enjoyed feeling the cum-covered, sweaty torso of my friend as he felt up my muscle, before reaching down to grope my cock. "You think you got another in you, Brennan?" he asked, clearly getting worked up again.

"Like a kid with a new toy, huh?" I laughed.

"Pretty much, man... you got a beautiful cock, Nick."

I felt that said dick firm up to steel hardness in his grip. "You keep that up, buddy, and the second round is gonna come sooner rather than later."

Kevin grinned and let go of my dick, instead wrapping his arms around my waist and hoisting my body up onto his gym-toned body.

"Ooof, you got some strength buddy," I laughed.

My friend bit his lips playfully and nodded. "You don't know how many times I dreamed of us in this position back in high school."

"You crushing out on me, Big Guy?" I said, feeling nervous about what his answer would be.

"Hell yeah, I am Brennan," Kevin replied. "But it's cool. I know where I stand. I'm not gonna make demands on ya, ever, bud." He looked up in my eyes and I could feel his body relax, except for his cock which throbbed against my own crotch. "Listen, I've been holding out. The reason I'm down here is to scope out a place to live."

"For real?" I asked. It was the last thing I expected.

"For real," he said. "God Nick, you didn't tell me Austin was Jersey expensive," he laughed. "Even worse, maybe."

"It's a little better further out," I explained.

"Fuck that," Kevin said. "I've had my life on hold for too long living someplace I didn't want to live." My buddy seemed to be getting more contemplative. "I need something different. Dad was pissed when I told him I was quitting the business, but he'll get over it."

"Damn, McConnell," I hissed. "You really are moving."

"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm gonna fuck my way through all the Texas cowboys I can score. Make up for lost time."

"It's not really cowboy country here," I started to say.

"Don't spoil my fantasy," Kevin winked. "And cowboy or not, they sure grow 'em big down here."

I didn't have any objection there.

Kevin's hands were caressing my sides and his legs were spreading, letting me scoot in between them.

"You gonna fuck me again, Brennan?" he asked.

I nodded, getting horny again for sure. "Yeah, McConnell, I'm gonna fuck you again."

***

Come January Cheryl gave birth to our daughter. Iris Jessica Brennan. A healthy and happy baby. I was over the moon, and so proud of my wife for how great a mother she was.

I'd negotiated paternity time with Big Daddy when he promoted me to CFO. Mark ribbed me like hell for taking it, and truth was I still went in once a week and checked emails to delegate stuff that needed delegating. But R.C. Pool Supply would be fine, and some things were more important.

Unlike the Bryant men, I did my best to help out with everything. Not only the Dad stuff of setting up the nursery and babyproofing the hell out of our place, but waking up in the night to feed the baby, or cooking for Cheryl when she was too exhausted. I was glad to be there for both of them those three months.

But holy hell, those first months made the pregnancy dry spell of our sex life pale in comparison. Cheryl still wasn't ready for vaginal sex and her postpartum hormones made sure she wasn't up for anything else either.

"Sorry honey," she apologized one night as I held Iris as we sat on the couch. "I know we haven't had sex in a while... I'll make it up to you, promise."

I missed it, missed it a lot, but my schedule usually meant I could go over to Randy Slocum's before he went on shift. Sometimes it was a quick BJ stop while I ran errands, but often I'd have that cop strip down for a longer session in his bed. Maybe because I wasn't fucking Cheryl, I liked to do Officer Slocum nice and slow, missionary, lots of making out before I put my legs on my shoulders and fucked that rack of Texas beef.

I was even getting more romantic with Dan Bryant on our three-times a week gym meet ups. Forgoing the shower quickies and settling for some time in the back seat of his SUV.

"I remember what it's like with a newborn," my brother in law chuckled after he came up from a particularly intense blowjob, my cum deep in his stomach. "You doing OK, Nick?"

"Better now," I smiled. "You're the best, kid," I said in my best bedroom voice before leaning in to kiss Dan softly.

The ex-football player got a goofy, shy smile and said softly. "I just like making you feel good... after all you've done for me."

My dick stayed hard and twitched again as he said that. I don't know that I did anything for Dan other than fuck him. And be his friend. But I ran my hands up along his business casual polo shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath, and some of that natural padding.

We kissed again, a little more excitedly.

"You gotta get back to the office?" I asked him, now eager to get off a second time. Like I say, I'd been pretty backed up.

Dan shook his head and smiled, those baby blues drawing me into another kiss.

There, in the back of his SUV, I took my time. Rimming Dan's hot, muscular ass, then giving an extra dose of spit on his pucker. That would be all the lube we'd get, but it did the trick. Dan Bryant was hungry for dick and he took me with some gentle coaxing. Pretty soon I was nailing him hard and fucking a load out of his balls.

"God, Nick!" he grunted as he did his best to catch his sperm in his hand. I gripped his hips tight and pounded my seed into him. He'd be going back to the office good and wet down there, for sure.

I was in a real fucking good mood as we uncoupled and wiped off with some spare napkins from the glove compartment before getting dressed again.

"So Nick..." Dan said, almost nervous to bring it up. "Courtney's baby... it's yours isn't it?"

Dan's wife was five months along now and showing. I promised Court I wouldn't tell Dan, but I also didn't want to lie to my brother-in-law and buddy. "What do you want me to say, Dan?" I replied.

He nodded. "If it's gonna be anyone else, I'm glad you're the father," he said softly, blushing as he admitted it.

"You're the father, buddy," I tried to assure him. "No matter whose seed it is."

He flashed me a game smile, like he was trying to convince himself of that. Then he shrugged. "I guess I'm not man enough for Courtney."

I could read all of his self doubts and troubles and anxieties in that moment. Never living up to Big Daddy. Never being honest with himself. He was trying to be honest now.

I patted him on the shoulder, squeezing that bulk affectionately. "You're all man, Dan. You just happen to like dick," I explained.

That made my brother-in-law smile, a real smile.

"But can I give you a bit of advice?"

"Yeah, Nick," Dan replied with a puppy-dog eagerness.

"Courtney... well, you don't need me to say this, but your wife, she's the kind of woman... well, you need to give her a lot of attention, Dan. Even if you have to think of me when you're fucking her. If you don't, she'll get that attention from other men."

"I can do that, Nick," Dan said, surprisingly chipper to take my advice.

This was a fucked-up family, and I was part of it now.

We'd talk more as we opened up to one another. Over golf games and business trips and guys' weekend getaway to Dallas to see a Rangers series. But that would come later. For now, Dan and I just knew we were solid. Somehow, Courtney's pregnancy had brought us closer. No matter how much a heel I'd been, Dan loved me. And in my own way, I loved him, too.

***

Cheryl wasn't kidding. She made things up to me. I'd already started back at work when her libido came roaring back. We had morning sex, and I got a welcome home blowjob, and after putting Iris to bed at night, we fucked again. My balls were well drained, and there was no more Randy Slocum time. I even apologized to Dan, but he got it.

"That's cool, Nick. I've been taking your advice... with Courtney. We're kind of having our second honeymoon, even," he said to me as we got changed from our lunchtime gym workout.

I slapped his back. "Glad to hear, buddy."

But the man most thrilled about Cheryl was Big Daddy. He came over almost every night. Presumably to see his granddaughter, but he never left without fucking Cheryl, or at least getting head from her.

We started fucking her together. Me and Mark, side by side, in the bed, taking turns. It was incredible. Watching his big beefy body in full rut, oversized and overpowering his petite daughter, making her orgasm. Then feeling his hands on my more athletic build as I fucked on his father cum. Then kissing both my wife and father-in-law in succession.

As hot as it all was, it made Cheryl happy. My nympho wife had returned and she had both the loves of her lives to keep her satisfied.

I gave them a night together and went over to Dan's for some brother-in-law time. Courntey was over at Mrs. Bryant's, and Dan and I made the most of it. We made out like teenagers in his man cave and slowly stripped down.

"God you have an incredible body, Nick," Dan hissed. "I... I think about it when I fuck Courtney." Then he looked up at my with a lewd grin. "Sometimes I fuck her like you fuck... she loves that."

"I bet she does, buddy," I growled, taking the initiative to pounce on his beefy body and wrestle him to take the top position. Dan was rock hard beneath me. By the time I was fingering his pucker, I felt any resistance melt. "You gonna make me proud, brother?" I teased. "Gonna be a good cunt for me?"

"I'm your cunt, Nick," Dan answered in a heartbeat. "Anytime you need."

I pushed my dick in and we both let out a heavy grunt.

***

I knocked on Mark Bryant's office door. It had been a half hour since the receptionist had gone in for a "private meeting" to take care of my father-in-law's needs. It was my turn for a private meeting.

"Come in," he said, but I was already stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

"Brennan!" he greeted me. "How's everything going?"

"Good, Mark," I said, plopping myself in one of the leather-upholstered chairs.

He gave me a look. He knew something was up. "Here for business?" he asked.

"Not exactly," I said. "I told Cheryl, but I wanted to make sure you knew. Whenever we have another baby, there's gonna be a paternity test. And I better be the father."

That caught Big Daddy off guard but he gave me his best poker face. "Or else?"

I laid down my royal flush. "Or else I'm making public another paternity test."

That got him mad. Face beet red mad. "What the hell... you blackmailing me, punk?"

I shrugged, not letting his harsh voice get to me. "I call it insurance. You may run things around here, sir, but my home is my castle and I run it. Got it? "

He grinned at my audacity. "Not a lot of men talk to me that way, boy."

"I'm not a lot of men," I replied. "I honestly don't care what you think of me... but I need to know... we got an understanding?"

Big Daddy nodded, and his flush anger turned to a knowing grin. "I'm just glad you're on my team, Brennan. You got some killer instincts."

I smiled and stood up. "Hope to see you this evening, sir. Cheryl's usually up the wall in heat by 5, so maybe if you could leave a little early today."

I could tell that turned the big man on. "Anything for my princess," he growled.

***

I made sure Cheryl was on the pill. I monitored it, and she knew, making sure to take one in front of me from time to time. I think she was scared I'd mess up things for her and Mark. We talked about having another child in three years' time. I wanted Iris to have a younger sibling, but with enough years spacing out our kids so it didn't seem like a frickin' day care around the house.

So I wasn't concerned when I started working later hours. I'd been stepping into the CFO role at the office and while I enjoyed the responsibility and the pay, I was getting home around 8 at night more and more. Big Daddy would already be gone and I'd have a nice wet creampie to eat out of my wife's snatch, while she clawed gently at my hair.

"Yes, Nick, oh yes, babe! Oh GOD!" she'd cry as I'd get her to cum with my tongue. There were some real advantages to having a nympho wife.

****

Dan was traveling on a couple of sales call, so I was spending my lunch time in that favorite abandoned parking lot. It was winter, a real winter week, even in Texas and I leaned back in the driver's seat while Officer Slocum blew me.

It had been too long, and I'd forgotten how hot he looked in full uniform, his cap resting on the dashboard. I gripped the nape of his neck and thrust up into his throat. God help me, the cop knew how to take it.

I was getting turned on so I just went for it, fucking Slocum's throat till I was blasting off.

Randy slurped my prick as he pulled off, sucking off the mucus-y spit and sperm and cleaning me off before giving it a final kiss. He was flushed from excitement when he leaned up. "That was hot, Mr. Nick," he grinned. "Nice." He was a couple years older now than when I first got a blow job off him, and he had aged out of those rookie looks, but still looked young and beefy and fuckable. He pulled a napkin out of my glove compartment and wiped the excess spit from his chin and lips before putting his cap back on.

"I guess I should tell you, Mr. Nick... this will be the last time for us."

God help me, Randy Slocum has gotten some self respect, I thought. "That's cool, Randy," I said, as I wiped off my prick and tucked it back in. "If you ever change your mind..." I offered. Something about getting a cop who can take a throat fuck had me not wanting to stop with Slocum cold turkey.

He grinned. "It's not that, sir... It's just, Jess and I are moving to Austin. I lined up a job with the PD there."

It actually took me a second to put two and two together. Maybe because it never occurred to me that Kevin McConnell was such a sly player. Good for my buddy. I reached over and squeezed that muscle through his uniform shirt. "Best of luck, Officer. Just one last request..."

"What is it, Mr. Nick?" Slocum asked.

I grinned. "Just treat my buddy well," I said. "He deserves a little extra service."

Randy laughed, amused I'd figured it out. "Can do, Mr. Nick."

[simsstuph]

Owen chased after her: Delilah wait.

Delilah turned around fiercly: WHAT? What could you possibly say?

Owen let out a deep breath: I'm sorry, I shoulda said something sooner, but I didn't know --

Delilah: Oh SHUT UP.

Owen's mouth fell open: Deli.. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I didn't wanna lose you.. I knew --

Delilah cut him off: You knew I'd be done with you.

Owen: No, I just didn't know when or how to bring it up.

Delilah: Uhm, I don't know, maybe something like oh hey I spent every summer of my child hood here.. Oh hey, that's my half brother, I come from a long line of FUCKED UP PEOPLE?!

Owen: You have every right to be mad at me right now. I should've told you from the beginning. You hated me when we first met, I didn't wanna go back there.

Delilah: Yeah, funny how that feeling is back in full force now.

Owen: Don't pretend to hate me, you're speaking outta anger.

Delilah: NO Owen. I'm speaking out of truth. I knew you were trouble, from that first day, but I was dumb. Like every other teenage girl, we fall for the "bad boy" UGH! You are what I've always thought you were.

Owen's brow line straightened into a hard line: Oh yeah? What's that Delilah? What am I? Remind me again.

Delilah: A. PIECE. OF. SHIT.

Owen closed his eyes and took a deep breath: At one time, yes. I've bettered myself. I love you and if you need me to be your punching bag right now, I will.

Owen grabbed her hand: I love you and I'll apologize a million times if I have to. I'll do whatever I have to do if it makes things right. I fucked up, I get it.

Delilah ripped her hand from his and backed up: No Owen, you don't get what you want this time.

He grabbed her hand gently, then touched her chin with his other hand. She grabbed his hand pulling it away from her face.

Delilah: Don't touch me, don't even breath near me. You need to leave.

Owen: Delilah, please..

Delilah: There's nothing you can do or say to ever make this right. You don't know what love is, you're incapable of loving anyone other than yourself.

He leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head quickly.

Delilah: Ugh, don't. The sight of you makes me sick. Get the hell off my porch.

Owen hesitated for a second, then did as she asked.

[itsoak]

Bad Hair Day (Platonic Velvette/Reader)

This originally was supposed to be a scene with Alastor and reader, but I realized it suited Vel waayyyy more. As someone who grew up with curly hair with zero understanding on what to do with it, I love the headcannon that Vel has all the products and curly girl tips and tricks.

You’d been staring at yourself in the mirror for what felt like hours. Your hair was a giant mane of frizz and fluff, and at this point you were too exhausted to go through the process of re-wetting, curling, drying and then brushing it out in frustration again. There was hair gel, various brushes, and loose hair strands covering the bathroom sink. Perhaps you should have just straightened it and delt with the repercussions of dead burnt hair later. 

Feeling utterly defeated, you grabbed a hairband and tied your hair back into a bun, exiting the bathroom when the door unlatched itself, Velvette walking in on the messy display.

“Honestly what could you possibly be--“ she startled at the hurricane that had hit your bathroom, “oh babes! What the hell happened to you?”

“Bad hair day I suppose” there was no enthusiasm in your voice. 

“Oh my god, sit down now.” 

Velvette ushered you to sit back down in your chair, closing the door behind. 

“I was wondering what was taking you so long, you shoulda just come and gotten me sooner” she took a quick photo of your hair before beginning to spritz the mane with a large spray bottle filled with water mixed with conditioner, your hair soaked it up, its volume decreasing drastically as it became entirely soaked, brushing any knots out with a wide toothed comb. 

“I was thinking about just cutting it all off to save us both the trouble” Velvette let out an offended gasp. 

“Dont you fucking dare.” you laughed at the reaction as she began to rake curl cream through your hair with her fingers, scrunching it. The feeling of her fingers scratching your scalp was soothing, you closed your eyes practically purring at the massage. You could tell she was only doing it for as long as she did for your own sake and enjoyment and not for the actual hair. Velvette then began raking in gel before she parted your hair, sectioning it off into clumps as she finger coiled the strands of the sections. 

“Whats that for?”

“You curl pattern has to be utterly destroyed at this point. I’m just giving it some nutrients again and reminding it how it should be formed and not a cragly mess”

You gave a hum as a response as she moved onto the next section of hair, rewetting it with the spray bottle before repeating what she did on the first. She was singing some sort of British pop song to herself that you had no clue what the lyrics were. Out of all the the Vees, Velvette had always been your favorite. Her brash sassy personality and witty attitude never failed to amuse you. She was fearless in everything she did despite how new to the scene of overlordship she was. Over the past few years you had been working together, she had gone from a business partner to one of your closes friends. You had never had sisters but you could only assume a day with Velvette was exactly what is was like, clothing being shared and stolen, petty arguments, and then going out for brunch 20 minutes later. Velvette was right, you probably should have asked her for help sooner, she definetely enjoyed upkeep more, but you were determined to figure it out for yourself, and ultimately, failed. 

Velvette--who was finally finished with the finger coils-- started scrunching your hair again with a microfiber towel before grabbing a blow dryer and attaching the diffuser. 

“My hair always comes out frizzier when I use that thing. Plus it takes forever” you pouted.

“That’s because you dont know squat about proper hair care” she said, hovering the diffuser on low heat and speed, letting the gel cast dry. 

“My mother taught me how to take care of my hair” she mused, “Dressed me up, helped get me into fashion. When I was younger the other kids didn’t have the same type of hair as me. We tried to tame it down to help fit in with the others or else those dirty little cunts would try to touch it or ask a million questions, but my hair never worked like theirs. Eventually I stopped giving two shits and started wearing my hair however the fuck I wanted” Vel had started taking chunks of your hair and let it plop on the diffuser, scrunching it up to your scalp and holding it there till semi dry enough to go to the next. She made sure your turned your head over at various angles to let the hair fall naturally and give more volume. 

“Your hair is gorgeous” you praised.

It was absolutely true, her hair had always been one of, if not her best quality, and how she had the patience and skill to do a different look every day was beyond you. Today she was wearing her hair in cornrows, tied into a cute bun in the back, strands of curly hair dangling to perfectly frame her face. 

“I guess I never really cared about that sort of thing before meeting you Vel”

“And thank Lucifer you did. I mean where would you possibly be without me?” 

“Probably bald.” 

She gave a swift slap at your head which you laughed off. 

Once she finally finished Vel put a few droplets of hair oil into her palms before scrunching the stiff gel cast off. She took a step back to admire her work, giving herself a triumphant smirk before whipping out her phone to take hundreds of photos, posting and tweeting about her achievement with a before and after photo. She had done a brilliant job, the curls fell in loose yet defined curls with a beautiful shine and volume. Vel had outdone herself once again and she knew it. 

“Thank you, It looks amazing”

“Of course it does! Now fuck off, we have places to be”  

With a quick hug and peck on the temple Vel was off, laughing and texting on her phone. You admired yourself in the mirror a moment longer, watching the curls sway and bounce as you shook your head, before following her out the door.