#rocking that bubble beard

[montereybayaquarium]

can we have a wacky crab fact?

Hey—are you an oxygen-depleted countercurrent gas exchange? Cause you take my breath away 🦀💨

Crabs have an internal set of gills to breathe, just like fish—although they work a little differently. Fish have an opening behind the gills, so water can be drawn in through the mouth, flow over the gills and exit through an external gill flap. Crabs draw water in through small openings near their legs, where it flows over their gills and out through openings by their mouth.

But shoretainly you’ve sea-n a crab, like this little striped shore crab friend, wandering around on dry land? Crab gills can still function out of water so long as they are damp (similar to how amphibians’ skin must remain moist to breathe even though they have lungs). Oxygen from the atmosphere diffuses into the water on their gills, and then into their open-circulatory blood system thanks to a fancy process called countercurrent exchange. Scientists think that by blowing bubbles while out-of-water, crabs increase their breathable surface area until they can find some water to scuttle back into. Adorable AND functional fashion!

[desi2go]

Humming

pairing: dad!Han x mother!reader

Warnings: fluff

Jisung was a man with a bubbly character who brings everyone to laugh within seconds. It was his superpower. Everywhere he goes, the people are happier because of his aura.

When you first met him, the kind and funny side attracted you and you got fond of it really fast. But after getting together, you didn't fear the other side of him. With his anxieties and insecurities. It belongs to him just like the sunny side.

Compared to him, you were rather cold or serious towards strangers. Maybe that's why you were so attracted to him. Differences attract each other, you had heard.

Your daughter Yuna was an exact copy of him. You couldn't deny that he was the father of your child. She was such an angel.

After giving birth, the hospital was filled with his and your family the day after to see the little one. Everyone wanted to hold your bundle of joy. Even all the other members of Stray Kids came to see the newest addition to the family. Chan and Felix were the first one to hold her.

Even though Jisung trusted them with his life, he always stood by her side to catch her if someone would drop her.

She was so tiny due to you going into labour just a week before the eight month of pregnancy. Seeing how fragile she was, the protectiveness was there the moment her cries filled the delivery room.

He promised to protect his precious girl with his live and wanted to be the best father for her.

After a week in the hospital to make sure that everything with you and Yuna was fine, he stepped through the door of your shared apartment for the first time as a dad. Your hospital bag over his back that he insisted to carry so that you didn't need to carry that heavy thing and in his arms his little angel.

Even though she was deep asleep, he did a room tour with her, rambling and explaining nearly everything to her.

He sat hours in her room, watching her sleep. He couldn't express how grateful he was to have the little girl and even now he can't believe that he was actually a father.

When she got older and the newborn stage was over, he still sat in her room, observing her after he had read her a book.

Often he would flip through the photos that mostly he took through her short life.

There were photos that Hyunjin made. They were beautiful and showed you three as a happy family. Some were just the little girl in her favourite baby blanket and her plushie, just some weeks after birth.

You had wrapped Yuna in a sweet quokka onesie that you had found online. Hyunjin laid her into a small basket with fluffy blankets and gave her a quokka plushie that she held in her tiny hands.

How the time flew by as a father of a baby.

Yuna was now a year old. Her birthday just passed and Jisung made sure that it was the best day for his baby. Even though she won't remember it when she got older.

You weren't home due to a late meeting at work so that Jisung had Yuna all for himself.

He played with her and when it was time for bed, he bathed together with her while playing with the bubbles. Her sweet and heart warming giggles filled the entire bathroom as Jisung formed with the bubbles funny beards.

He changed her diaper and dressed her in her cute tiny sleep clothes.

Currently, her teeth break through and that was painful for her which is why she has a hard time falling asleep. Jisung and you tried nearly everything to make it less painful.

Tonight, her otherwise so happy and angelic face was wearing a sad one. She whimpered and tears fell as he tried to rock her to sleep.

However it didn't work. He sat down in the rocking chair, Yuna was placed on his chest with one arm holding her securely in his embrace. She grabbed the fabric of his black shirt, whining, as he slowly rocked himself back and forth.

Then, he began humming. A song he heard during the day on social media that kept twirling in his mind.

His humming turned into singing. The syllables rolled of his tongue, filling the entire room.

His daughter stopped the whining and it seems to work. Her eyes never leave the lips of her daddy. Amazed she followed his lip movements as the melody filled the room.

A smile showed on her face.

The rocking and the vibration of Jisung's chest from his singing made her calm. The exhaustion of the day finally catching up. Tired she yawned and blinked her eyes a few times, fighting the sleep.

Her tiny hands held onto his shirt and he rubbed soothingly over her back.

It didn't took long till she was sleeping. Still, he kept rocking back and forth, singing and humming.

The door opened and you entered the room just ten minutes later still wearing your dark blue blouse and a pair of black jeans. You looked tired, dark circles under your eyes.

You gave him a exhausted smile and ruffled through his hair and gave him a peck.

"Hello there" you said and brushed over Yunas head. Her black hair smooth and fluffy.

"Hey honey. How was the meeting?"

"Boring. Just wanted to get home to you both" you chuckled. "Had she trouble getting asleep?"

He nodded and played with the fabric of Yunas sleep clothes. "Though the rocking and singing helped"

"Aww. She is already a fan of you"

"Of course she is! I'm her father. I don't except something else" A big smile plastered on his face.

He hoped that he will be the coolest father for her, someone she can look up to. Hopefully, she will be proud of him.

"Come Ji. Let's get her into bed. Mommy wants a private concert"

Gently, she took her daughter out of his grasp. Yuna fussed a little bit until she settled against her mother and was then laid into her warm bed.

You gave her a goodnight kiss and turned to your love. He gave him a kiss and led him to their bedroom. Quickly you got rid of your work clothes and dressed in one of Jisung's shirts.

He already waited for you to come into bed, opening his arms as you settled next to him. You laid your head on his chest as he brushed through your hair and started humming again, watching you fall asleep almost immediately and he followed soon.

[hotheadedhero]

Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!

But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)

Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!

Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret

Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots

Bay Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.

So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, he’s missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.

He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?

For once, he doesn’t know what to do, or what decision should be made. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?

"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.” 

"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.” Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard.  "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"

Leo’s attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, he’s thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated. 

The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."

"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leo’s shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."

Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isn’t too late. 

Raphael

Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't. 

He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.

However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. It’s no big deal that you’d hype him up and cheer him on before each mission. 

Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he can’t just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air. 

"What crawled up your shell and died?"

Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isn’t the point. 

"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."

Casey's head rolls against his shoulders and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with (Y/n) ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."

Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"

No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.

That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.

Donatello

Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isn’t something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find it’s probably best to withdraw yourself. 

In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.

Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, that’s the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring. 

The other side of the line picks up and there’s a voice. “If this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Relax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,” Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.

There’s a pause. "What-?” Another longer pause and then an inhale. “Can't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"

Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesn’t include that vital real-world experience.

"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."

This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done. 

"You know what?” There’s a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vern’s rhetorical question. Bingo. “You being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."

The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.

Michelangelo

One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There aren’t any hard feelings though, right?

Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. That’s what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months. 

He’s subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.

Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.

"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldn’t be doubted but it’s for someone else now.” 

The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with April’s hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced “dibs” on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasn’t been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think she’s good at picking up on these things. 

“Just know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,” he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest. 

"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."

Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.

[jadeee]

This Is A Life

Nanami's gratitude grows for his wife and daughter.

Word Count: 1.2k Author's Note: Inspired by "This Is A Life" from Son Lux ft. Mitski!

The sound of his daughter's cries woke him from the slumber he slipped into only moments ago. When he felt you start to wake, he patted your arm "Go back to sleep."

A sigh of relief left your lips as you rested your head on the pillow. Kento rubbed the last of fatigue from his eyes. With each step toward her room, her cries rang in his ears. The tiny figure stood in her crib and gripped at the bundle of curls on her head. 

"Why are you crying? Hm?" once he took her in his arms, she immediately rested her head on his chest. Your daughter's wailing died down when he sat down in the rocking chair. His tired eyes read the clock in the room, 2:37. 

"Kiyomi, we need to go to sleep."

He wiped her tear stained cheeks. The safe security of her dad's arms made her forget why she cried in the first place. Her little body shaked as she inhaled and peered up at her dad. A smile broke through his face when her chubby fist grabbed his nose.

"C'mon, let's rest." 

He gently took hold of her hand then guided her to lay on his chest. Normally, she would've complied but she started to cry again and he found himself grumbling.

"'Yomi, please..." he glanced down at his daughter who was burying her face into his pajama shirt. 

"Are you not tired?"

She whimpered then rubbed her eyes before shaking her head.

He stood to his feet, clutching her to his chest. "Can you say "not sleepy"? Or ... "papa"?"

The words fell from his lips in hopes of hearing Kiyomi say her first words.

A few minutes later, he was standing in front of the fridge with Kiyomi at his hip. She did a little dance in his arms as he grabbed her bottle. He tried not to doze off while he sat on the couch feeding her. When he made it back to your side, his eyes glazed over the clock, 3:17. If he fell asleep, he'd get about three hours of sleep... if.

Kento swore he just doozed off when his alarm went rang at 6 a.m.

The limbs of his body felt like pieces of a phantom but he got on with the usual routine. It wasn't until he was at work that he realized how unorganized he was. He opened his briefcase to find Kiyomi's favorite cookies. However, he smiled to himself and pushed it aside to grab the files he was looking for. The next surprise was the blob of faded vomit on the back of his shirt. It was a bit embarrassing to have a coworker point it out yet part of him felt proud to say it was because of his daughter.

The hours crept by until he was finally on his way home. Light filled his eyes when he heard his daughter's babbles and saw your smile. Even if you looked at him with the same tired eyes he typically wore. He picked up his daughter then kissed your forehead before blending into his domestic duties. Everything was going fine until Kiyomi started crying again. She normally liked baths but this time she was screeching like a cat being hauled off to the pool.

Her hands hit the water creating a mini tsunami in the tub. Kento had tried everything: songs, less water in the tub, bubbles, toys, her favorite toy and nothing. She hit the water with a loud shriek and he flinched when the bubbles splattered onto his face. Kiyomi coughed from all her crying then gave a gummy smile through teary eyes.

"You think this is funny?!" he said in a playful tone which made her giggle. He scooped bubbles from the tub then placed it on his head to make a hat. She shrieked with laughter as she clapped. He continued to make a fool of himself just to hear her laugh again.

The worry in your face disappeared when you entered the bathroom to find Kento covered in bubbles and talking to Kiyomi in a funny voice.

At the sound of your chuckle, he turned to look at you. That's when you truly laughed at his melting beard of bubbles and misshapen hat to match. 

"And you are?"

"... Captain ... Bubbles..." his cheeks burned pink beneath the snow colored soap on his face.

 Your laughter filled the space and Kiyomi clapped as you approached them. "Captain Bubbled and 'Yomi! Can I join you?"

"It depends on what she says," Kento waited for Kiyomi to answer but she only chewed on her hands then splashed the water again with a giggle. 

The sight made you smile as you watched her and Kento felt his heart warm when he looked at his two girls.

You glanced back at him as she entertained herself, "How was your day?"

"It was okay," he wiped the bubble beard off as well as the hat "I'm just glad to be back home."

"Aw," you kissed him then chuckled when you felt Kiyomi wet hand clutch at your arm.

"Okay, okay! He's mine too, y'know?!"

Kiyomi answered in babbles then blew a raspberry at you. The two of you couldn't help but laugh. Kento did try to contain his though.

"Alright, little one. Let's get a bath so we can go to bed."

He noticed you reached over to grab the soap "I've got it, dear. Just rest."

Your eyes softened "Okay... let me know if you need anything. Either of you." 

You kissed his cheek before standing. Kiyomi called out to you then opened and closed her hand. You kissed her forehead and waved back "Be good, okay?"

She gave you a toothless smile accompanied by a nod.

It was nighttime now and Kiyomi was sitting comfortably with her papa in the rocking chair. The smell of baby powder mixed with lavender filled his nostrils. He was grateful that she went to sleep without a fuss. After all, he had you to thank. When Kiyomi was done with her bath, he put on one of your playlists to help ease her to sleep. 

This is a life, free from destiny

Minute by minute, his muscles loosened. That almost permanent pinch between his brows ironed itself out. He felt light. Ironically, that was almost Kiyomi's name — Hikari — but when he saw her and felt those fingers grip his then noticed the adoration on your face.

Kiyomi for "Beautiful".

He rocked in the chair slowly as he studied the tiny body on his chest.

I choose you, and you choose me

It hit him then that all the insignificant, good, bad, and mundane moments of his life led up to this. He was home with his daughter falling asleep on his chest and his wife was asleep in the next room waiting for him to join her side.

The corners of his eyes stung a bit as he took in the small details of her face. The blend of your features along with his. Kiyomi's little fingers softly hung onto his shirt.

Many lives that could've been, free from entropy

He held her hand in his finger "I'm not going anywhere, little one." Kento's lips placed a gentl kiss on the top of her head. Although he couldn't see it, Kiyomi's mouth twitched and formed a smile for a brief moment before she slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

Author's Note: Isn't that just the sweetest 🥹💗? He really loves the bedtime stories you two eventually read her. Though he prefers that you do it because he loves your voice so much. Bonus points, if you do silly voices, make noises, and the whole nine yards.

[jawabear]

Steady Girl

Captian John Price x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: this was a collective effort between myself and the legend that is @softpedropascal. She probably could've done a better job but this is my attempt. I had to use this GIF for...reasons. yes.... but yes, please enjoy my brain rot. Sorry for any mistakes.

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: AFAB!reader, cockwarming, mentions of scissors (?), teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, hair, pet names, sir kink (if you squint), let me know if anything else

Summary: John loves when you help him trim his facial hair. And he loves what comes after as well.

You always loved John’s beard, his mutton chops, every single hair on his body. But what you loved most about it was when he asked for your help on trimming it up a bit. he loved it too. He loved being close to you and having you care for him in such an intimate way. He loved to capture you lips when you got close enough. He loved seeing the look of concentration on your face as you focused on making his beard look perfect (not that it didn’t already). He loved the fact you sat on his lap. 

He loved all the possibilities that came along with the entire endeavour of you trimming his facial hair. His mind would run wild with the thoughts, and his cock would get hard under you. 

Or in this case, inside you. 

You were both showering together when he commented on needing his beard trimmed down, so when you got out you sat him down and got to work, not bothering with clothes and barely drying yourselves off. 

John didn’t say anything when he slipped himself into you, making you gasp a little but moan at the delicious stretch of his size. He always stretched you out, no matter the amount of times he had fucked you senseless in every corner of the house you shared. 

“Remember, not too much off” he said, his voice low, gruff and making your pussy clench around his cock. He let out a huff of a laugh and rested his hands on your thighs. 

“I know” you said, trying to act a little bit cocky to give the impression his thick cock inside you wasn’t making your head spin. You shifted a little on his lap and whimpered at the shift, at the brush of his cock against your walls. Even without this or your attempt at seeming unfazed, he knew you were loosing it. You could never last with his dick dormant in your walls. You were always impatient when it came to him. You could barely concentrate on what you were doing, your hands trembling. 

“Steady, girl” he muttered. His hot breath felt good against your water damp cheek. And the lowness of his voice made you clench again and almost start bouncing on his lap. He wouldn’t have cared, but he was in a teasing mood. And he was relentless at it. “Keep your focus, yeah? Don’t want to cut off too much, do you?”

“N-No. I’m sorry. Just feels so good” you tried to blink away the oncoming daze that was threatening to cloud your mind, but your head still spun and his cock still throbbed inside you. Fuck it felt so good. You could feel every pump of blood keeping it hard, and every protruding vein adding slight pressure against your slick walls. No doubt he was soaked. Not just from the shower, but from the amount of juices that had flooded out of your pussy from simply feeling him inside you. 

He hadn’t even touched you, let alone fucked you. And you were loosing it. Loosing your mind and will as a normal human being. You’d happily give yourself to pleasure and corrupt your mind if it meant being fucked dumb by the one and only Captain John Price. And he knew this all too well. Seeing as he was in a teasing mood, he liked to play on this. 

“I bet it does” his hands stroked up and down your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. Your teeth dug back into your bottom lip, a lot harder this time. You were trying to restrain the ungodly and pathetic moans, whimpers and begs that were bubbling on the surface of your throat.  “I know you love my fat cock inside your little pussy” he grabbed your thighs and began slowly rocking you back and forth. 

“Yes” you panted. Your head rolled back and let out a soft whimper. God he felt so good. Even the slightest and softest movements had that coil building inside your stomach. It had your blood burning and heart thrumming against your chest. The Captain slapped your left thigh. Not too hard, but hard enough to get your attention. And for you to jolt. Jump a little on his dick. A minute thrust that nearly pushed you over the edge. Very nearly.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You’ve still got my left side to do” John’s big, rough skinned hand soothed over the point at which he slapped the skin. The sting was a little harsher because of the added layer of water remaining there but his gentle touch was a beautiful contrast. 

You managed to lift your head and meet his gaze. Staring into the beautiful blue eyes. Slightly clouded like a beautiful storm over a raging sea. It was a look you knew well. He was just as turned on as you were. He was also trying his hearest not to chuck those scissors to the side and fuck you until you couldn’t remember anything but his name. Captain John Price. 

You swallowed and nodded and carefully turned his head a little so you could start on his left side. But you didn’t have the strength to do it as precisely as the other side. Maybe you would’ve if he hadn’t slid a hand up your body and was now playing with your already hard nipple. 

“John…my hands…” your tried to get out your words but he didn’t seem to care about your pleas. “They’re shaking” John turned his head a little and pressed a hot kiss to your palm.

“That’s not shaking, love” his voice was lower now, almost a warning “finish up and do a good job and I’ll show you what it looks like when you shake” oh, it was a warning. A promise. 

You couldn’t help but moan. Your pussy practically strangling his cock at this point. John let out a low grumble of a moan and dropped his hand back down to your thigh, squeezing them in his hand and slapped them again. Both of them this time. You whined and bucked your hips against him. He slapped your thighs again “you deaf?” He questioned. 

“N-No. I’m sorry…sir” with shaky hands, you went back to trying to trim up his mutton chops. You knew it wasn’t going to be your best work. This is how it usually went. You’d do one side perfectly, but then he would tease you, turn you on until you were on the verge of tears and wouldn’t fuck you until you had finished. And then when you were fucked out and barely conscious on wherever it was he fucked you, he would fix it up himself. 

That was what was going to happen here. 

But he was satisfied when he heard the satisfying slice of the scissors through his hair. He could feel your hand on his cheek, keeping his head to the side. Either to get better access to his facial hair, or to stop his raging sea gaze from burning into your eyes. 

His hands were still at play though. And he was getting bolder. His hands slid to your inner thighs, dragging his finger tips dangerously close to your throbbing core. To your clit that had been brushing up against the curls of the corse hair there the whole time. You needed him to touch you there. And the Captain knew that. 

“John…please” you begged, grinding yourself onto him. 

“No no, love. You need to focus. And I know you can’t focus when I’m touching your cute little clit” you only whined more at that. 

“But I can’t focus when you’re not touching me!” 

Oh, he liked that. He liked the desperation in your voice. He liked the way you tried your hardest to bounce on his cock. But his hands were pushing down on your thighs preventing you from getting very far. 

“Keep going” he told you “you’re nearly finished. And then I’ll give you what we both want” 

You let out a frustrated groan and tried to speed up your trimming, your hands still shaking, your head still spinning, your core still aching and his fucking cock still throbbing. How was he not loosing his mind as much as you?

Evidently, by the storm in his eyes, he was losing his mind as much as you. Maybe just a little more. Just a little. But John was very very good a hiding his emotions. Even when he was turned on. He always remained in complete control of himself. And you. 

“Easy, girl” he caught your wrist and turned his head to look at you. The raging seas in his eyes mirrored that of the flood between your legs. 

“I’m done…I’ve finished” you panted as you dropped the scissors to the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself further against him. Chest to chest. Just the way he liked it. 

He moved one hand to your hip and the other he ran over his freshly trimmed mutton chops. He grunted a little. “It’ll do” he muttered. He grabbed your ass and lifted you up. John got to his feet, cock still hard inside you and carried you out to the bedroom. He put you on the bed, back flat against the sheets as he kneeled between your legs. 

“You did a good job, sweetheart. And I did promise I’d give you what you wanted. What we both wanted” he pulled your thighs up over his, pushing his cock somehow further into you. “Now, I’m going to make you shake. Make you tremble. Make a fucking mess of you until you can’t remember anything but my name” 

“Y-Yes sir!” 

“And what is my name, beautiful?”

“Captain John Price!” You all but screamed it out. A trigger word for him drilling himself into you. “Thank you! Thank you Captain!” 

“Thank you, beautiful. Thank you for having such a perfectly little pussy. So fuckin’ wet. So fuckin’ hot. So. Fucking. Tight” he punctuated the last three words with hard and powerful thrusts. 

God, you were gone. You mind completely blank. The pleasure numbing your brain, body and fucking soul. “That’s it. Let yourself go fuckin’ stupid for me. Let me have all of this pussy” 

“All yours” you managed to moan. You didn’t know if you were making coherent words or if it was just a mumbled mess of pleasure. He seemed to know what you were talking about though. 

“Good girl” he pressed one hand to your pelvis and rubbed his thumb over your clit. That sent you to a whole new layer of pleasure. Of heaven. 

You could only see pleasure. You could only see white. You could only see…him. 

“John…please….’m close” 

“I know sweetheart. Let go. Come for me” his thumb was furiously rubbing your clit and his dick was throbbing so much you thought it was going to explode. You were nearly in tears. Or perhaps you were. Your skin was burning that you thought any tears you shed would’ve evaporated. 

You reached your hand down and grabbed at his wrist as you came. Your juices spilling out all over his cock and pelvis. You soaked him. He loved it. You babbled out a mess of his name, ‘feels good’ and ‘coming!’. It pulled him close. So so close. Teetering on that edge. Just one more little thing and it would be over. 

You swallowed thickly. “Come for me, John” your voice was quiet, hoarse and laced with pure, burning pleasure. For him. All for him. 

“Oh fuck-“ his voice faltered and his hips stuttered as he managed to pull out in time to spill himself all over your heaving chest. Hot, thick ropes of his come painted the canvas that was yourself. A perfect masterpiece in his opinion. If he could, he would frame it and put it in front of his bed. In front so he could get himself off while staring at it. 

John stroked himself until he was completely spent. The pleasure still twitching through his body. As it was yours, although for you it was like being drowned. Drowned in pure ecstasy. 

With heavy eyes, he raked up your body. Your fucked out face was a perfect picture. “Perfect” he felt the need to tell you that. Even though you could comprehend nothing. You whined and tried to roll over, probably to get up. “Steady, girl” he said again. Slight humour in his voice. “Give me a minuet and I’ll help you”

“W-with what?” You panted. 

“Well, we’re going to need another shower” he crawled over you and pressed a long and siring kiss to your parted lips. You made no attempt at trying to kiss him back. When he pulled back you managed to open your eyes to meet his. The storm starting to pass, but something else was brewing. A tranquil oasis. love. “And you need to finish my left side”

5/1/23

[didhewinkback]

ii most wanted

a post engagement road trip for the something old kids aka i cannot stop listening to this song and ended up writing 2k words of smut about it

word count: see above, warnings: see above

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The wind was whipping through your hair, the sun streaming in through the windshield, old 70s rock on the radio. The leather of the car seat felt like it was sticking to every inch of your skin but you didn’t mind. The weed you smoked made everything move in slow motion, all your senses heightened. Everything feeling loose, easy, free. Your hand making waves out the window through the wind, up and down in an addictive pattern. 

A warm palm slides on your thigh, his thumb moving up and down before squeezing and you all but melt into the seat, turning to look at him. He smiles over at you before looking back at the wide, empty road. 

“Y’ good?” he asks, lips twitching up into a smile.

“So good,” you say back, laughter bubbling over your words, heart skipping when he laughs with you. You can’t pinpoint what’s funny and maybe nothing is. It’s just… everything feels so warm and right and real. You turn back to look out the window, marveling at the open roads, the way it's just you and him for miles.

“Look good like this.” he mumbles, voice barely audible over the wind.

“What, stoned?”

“Nooo,” he laughs, shaking his head, wide grin on his face as he looks you over once more. “Meant y’ look happy. Relaxed. Look nice with that ring on your finger.”

You hum, holding up your hand with said ring on it, thumb twisting over the band, back and forth, taking a moment to admire it in the light.

“It’s a good one, innit?” you say and you can see the way his eyes roll even behind his sunglasses but he still grabs your hand and pulls it towards his mouth, thumb brushing over the ring once before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Your man did good, huh?” he says, releasing your hand to slide his back on your thigh. You slide your hand into his hair and he preens, leaning into the touch. 

“Yeah, my man did.” you say and he squeezes your thigh, a soft smile on his lips as you rake your hand through his curls, taking your time to study his profile. The cut of his jaw, the line of the beard he’s been growing out. God, he’s nice to look at. He looks good behind the wheel, too,  the flex of his arm as he casually holds the steering wheel, legs splayed wide, his lips moving as he softly sings along to the radio.

You’re struck for a moment at the view, at this man you’ve loved for most of your life, at the ring he proposed to you with gleaming against his hair and you think you want to have this view for the rest of your life. To get to be by his side till the day you die. You can feel it wash over you, almost bowling you over. Knowing he wants the same.

Your hand slides down his hair, playing with the curls at the nape before resting on the back of his neck, his muscles jumping at the touch before you squeeze once and he hums in appreciation. A deep sound from the back of his throat and - oh. 

It’s been warm all day but you suddenly feel a rush of heat from the inside out. Your eye catches on a bead of sweat falling down the side of his neck, tracing along the tendons until it pools into the collar of his t-shirt and you’re suddenly parched, desperation flooding your veins, overwhelmed by the need to taste, to touch and be touched. You could blame the high but you know it’s him, it’s always him. 

You dig your thumb into the muscle where his shoulder meets his neck, the spot that’s always bothering him. His hand tightens on your thigh for a second before he groans when the muscle starts to give way under your touch. 

“Harry,” you choke out, your voice reedy and he hums in response. “Pull over.” 

He snaps his head to look at you, confused, before he does a double take, brows shooting up behind his sunnies as he reads what must be obvious need all over your face.

“Y’ serious?” he asks incredulously and you nod fervently, shifting in the seat. “Baby, we’re in –”

“The middle of nowhere, we haven’t seen anyone for miles.” you cut him off, quickly undoing your seatbelt and sliding over on the bench seat, ignoring his muttered “jesus” as you press so against his side, his arm going across your lap as a makeshift belt, hand gripping your outer thigh. His eyes flicking between the road and you and you can see the swallow he takes before you’re leaning in to press your lips against his neck, taking your time to kiss along the skin. 

You keep one hand on the back of his neck, the other sliding down the front of his shirt, twisting in the hem before teasing at the waistband of his jeans, sliding down to palm him, biting down on his neck when he inhales sharply.

“Please,” you mumble against his neck, squeezing him once more, his hips twitching up to chase the touch. “Unless you want to keep driving and I can just -” 

You go to duck your head down but he stops you, hand tight on your thigh as he sputters out a “crash the bloody car if you do that” that has you laughing into his neck.

“Jus’ hang on a mo’ - let me -” he can barely string a sentence together as he drives for a bit longer before pulling off the road onto where there’s a dip in the tall grass, in between two cypress trees. You watch as his shaky hands throw the car into park, waiting until he pulls the keys out of the ignition before you’re turning his head towards yours to capture his lips in a kiss that has him moaning into your mouth. 

You kiss him once, twice, three times before he’s pulling back, mumbling a “let me get these -” and pulling his sunglasses off and throwing them on the dash before his hand wraps around your neck to pull you back in. Your tongue darts out to lick at the seam of his lips before he’s opening up, the first touch of his tongue against yours wrenches a moan from the back of your throat. His hands move up and down your sides, squeezing occasionally before they slide to your hips, shifting you both until he’s in the middle of the seat as he pulls you into his lap.

You slide your hand up into his hair, getting a steady grip as you kiss him with everything you have. His hands feel like they’re everywhere, all at once, sliding up and down your sides before they slide around your back and down, grabbing a handful of your bum as his tongue glides over yours. Everything is warm, perfect heat as arousal pools in your stomach, slowly losing your mind with every drag of his lips.

He wrenches away from your mouth, panting as he catches his breath, his blown out eyes darting all over your face. 

“Want me so bad y’ made me stop the car, hm?” he teases and you’re not even thinking of a comeback before you’re nodding and leaning back in. 

You kiss him slowly, taking your time to lick into his mouth, goosebumps erupting at his soft moan, the way his hands grip you tighter, the high making you feel everything ten times deeper. He knows just where to touch you to make you sigh into his mouth, his hands sliding up and down your thighs before resting back on your arse, the other sliding up your shirt to cup your breast. He’s gentle until he’s not, squeezing hard and laughing against your lips when you bite down on his in retaliation. 

You lose yourselves in each other, each taking turns to take over, mouths and hands exploring as you please. It’s when he’s got his hand on the back of your neck, controlling the kiss with an expert flick of his tongue that you can’t help yourself and grind down against him. 

“That’s it,” he says when he pulls away, one hand falling to your hips to encourage their roll as he kisses along your jaw. “Go after it, baby.”

“Need you naked,” you whisper, pulling his head back up towards you to kiss him again. “Need you - backseat.” 

He nods, pressing a searing kiss to your lips before pulling away. You climb off him and gracelessly climb over the backseat, breathless with laughter when you watch him do the same. He cups your jaw, kissing you deeply before pulling away.

“Get naked,” he murmurs and you both pull your clothes off as quickly as possible, hands banging against the roof and sides of the car, grunts from when you accidentally kick each other as you’re pulling your jeans off. He makes to hover over you before you shake your head, pushing him back against the seat so he’s sitting up as you straddle him, feeling his hard length right against your core, his eyes wide as he looks up at you, his hand coming up you cup your cheek. 

“Baby - someone could see you.” he mumbles and you simply respond with a roll of your hips, making him bite down on his swollen lips, his hands sliding up your thighs and resting on your hips.

“Want them to,” you say, reaching down to curl your hand around him, pumping a few times to watch his neck go taut as you line him up with your center. “Want them to know I’m yours.”

“Jesus- fuck ,” he grunts out, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head, his head tipping back to rest on the top of the seat as you sink down on him in one fell swoop, his grip like a vice on your hips. 

You’re not so sex stupid to actually risk getting caught - you’re on an abandoned road in the middle of Tuscany - but there’s something about the idea of someone seeing you that’s clearly working for the both of you. You move your hips forward and back, getting used to the stretch as he leans forward to press a line of kisses down your sternum towards your chest, hands sliding up your back as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and gropes the other, soft hands and tongue making you melt.

“How’s it feel?” he mumbles against your chest, switching sides to your other breast as you roll your hips, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Good. Full.” you mumble, almost delirious in your pleasure, sparks shooting up your spine each time you roll your hips just right. “So full.”

You pull his head off your chest and back up to your mouth to capture his lips in a kiss as you start to find your rhythm, what was once rolls of the hips become full bounces up and down, making him groan against your tongue.  He pulls back, one hand falling to grip at your ass as he rests his head against the seat, brow furrowed as he watches you fuck him.

“Y’ so beautiful,” he says, eyes dropping down to where you’re connected. “Fucking - drenching me. In the backseat - shit.”

Your head grazes the roof with every bounce but you can’t be arsed to care, not when he’s looking at you like that, pure want and desire in his eyes, beads of sweat dripping down his chest, his butterfly glistening in the sun. He’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and he’s looking at you like you’re everything and nothing, nothing has ever felt better than this. 

“Y’ so good to me,” he grunts out, eyes following your every move. “Love you like this. So fucking hot.” 

Fire licks up your spine, your rhythm getting sloppier as his words hurtle you towards your finish. You can barely catch your breath as you dig your nails into his shoulders, grabbing his wrist and pulling it up to your face, sucking two of his fingers into your mouth. 

“Fuck. Y’ close, huh?” he asks and you nod around his fingers. “Let’s get you there, baby. Want you to come first, want y’ to come around me.” 

He pulls his hand from your mouth, leaning up to kiss you deep, his hand dropping to your clit, drawing mind-numbing circles that have you crying out against his mouth, your hips driving against his more aggressive than ever. 

“That’s it. Go after it for me. Want y’ to come, my gorgeous girl.” he mumbles against your lips, pulling back to watch your face with brows furrowed in concentration as he flicks your clit just so and you explode around him, feeling like you’re burning from the inside out as you come, moaning out his name as he doesn’t let up until you stop fluttering around him. 

You don’t stop your hips, continuing to grind against him despite the overstimulation, your hand latching on to the back of his hair to kiss along his jaw.

“Need you to come,” you gasp out against his jaw, moaning when he groans and grips you tighter. “Want you to fill me up. Want to feel it.”

“Shit - baby. Fuck. I’m -” He bites down on your shoulder, hands falling to your hips as he rocks his hips up to meet yours, thrusting once, twice, and coming, moaning against your skin as you feel his release coat your walls, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you against his chest.

The two of you breathing deep, panting as you try to catch your breath. He kisses against your collarbone, his hand coming up to brush your hair back behind your shoulder as he leans in to kiss along your neck before leaning back against the seat, looking well-fucked with rosy cheeks, a soft smile on his face as his chest heaves. 

“Got my balls all over the upholstery,” he says and you bark out a laugh as he laughs with you, both of you shaking with it. You lean back to ease him out of you, his hands helping guide you as you slide off his lap and sit next to him, your hands immediately reaching for each other, fingers interlocking as you roll your head along the top of the seat to look over at him.

“Just fucked you within an inch of your life and that’s the first thing you say?” you ask and he huffs out a laugh. 

“Y’ did, didn’t you?” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Can’t believe you just fucked me in the backseat. That was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

“Shut up,” you laugh.

“‘M serious. You’ve got no idea what you look like when you’re looking at me like that. Like ‘m the only thing that matters.” he shakes his head, taking a deep inhale before rolling his head to look over at you, deadly serious, his voice rumbling out like gravel. “Makes me feel like I’m on fire.”

He leans over to capture your lips with his, kissing you so slowly, so carefully, you can feel the fire burning in you once more, the fire that never quite goes away with him.

“I love you so much,” you murmur against his lips and he inhales sharply before kissing you harder, letting go of your hand to bring both hands up to cup your face, holding you in place while he drags his lips against yours. 

“Love you too, baby.” he mumbles, kissing you once before pulling back. “Lay back for me. Gonna make you feel how you make me feel.” 

“H, you already - oh” you cut yourself off with moan as he sucks a kiss behind your ear, at the spot on your neck that always drives you crazy as he gently pushes you back against the seat.

“Then we can smoke some more, make some sandwiches and take a nap.” he says, lips dragging against your skin.  “No rush, yeah? We’ve got time.”

“Yeah,” you say, melting against the seat as his lips find yours once more, his hand sliding down your body until it falls between your thighs, making you gasp against his mouth. “We’ve got - we’ve got time.”

You lay back, eyes drawn to the way the sun reflects off his naked back, the pattern his lips draw against your skin making your eyes flutter shut as he presses his fingers into you. Your mind is still hazy but nothing has been more clear. This is all you want. It’s him, it’s him, it’s him. Till the day you die.

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a/n: no ones dying btw its the song lyrics just wanted to make that clear. havent been able to finish writing someting in literal months, have requests in my inbox for not this, but here we are. my blog, my rules. not sure anyones still interested in reading this but i wrote it so im posting !

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[philistiniphagottini]

Dante. Dante is ready to feast from any fucking position 💦💦

Oh my god Rev, you are so right how could I forget about the og of pussy eating? Lol thanks for indulging my horny, I had to write this as soon as I woke up hope you enjoy <3

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), wet & messy, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

The moment Dante spotted the pair of booty shorts sticking out of the bottom of your ridiculously oversized shirt, it was over for you. The neurons on his prehistoric brain activated and he was raring to go, begging and pleading with you to bend you over the nearest sturdy surface so he could, in Dante’s words:

“Eat that pussy.”

A soft squeal fell from your parted lips, followed by a bout of giggles as Dante manhandled you, pushing you over the sturdy arm rest of the leather sofa, until your back was bowed and your arse was flaunted in the air. He fell to his knees behind you, the short stubble of his beard scratching against your skin as he dragged his lips over your thick thighs, leaving behind a blazing trail of fire and causing heat to pool into the pit of your stomach. You squirmed as his strong hands anchored to your plump hips, squeezing your skin until the soft pudge spilled between his splayed fingers. His touch was scorching hot and your blood started to simmer in your veins the longer he toyed with you, leaving behind indents of his teeth just beneath the skin that peeked out from the bottom of your shorts. A soft huff fell from your parted lips, blowing a few stray strands of hair out of your eyes as you threw your voice over your shoulder.

“Hurry up Dante” you griped. “Stop teasing me.”

“Don’t rush me babe~” Dante cooed softly at you in response.

He smothered his head between your thick thighs as he hungrily mouthed at your clothed pussy, nose pressed into the fabric as he took a deep breath and inhaled your intoxicating scent. The seat of your panties were soaked, the wet seam of your cunt dripping as beads of arousal pooled between the soft insides of your thighs. Dante’s fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts, the digits teasingly dipping below and teasing the skin as your nerves tingled like a live wire. Before you could offer up another complaint, he sharply tugged both your shorts and underwear down in one, swift movement, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The articles of clothing dangled uselessly around your ankles as you were pushed further against the couch, the arm digging uncomfortably into your soft belly as your fat tits threatened to spill out of your shirt. 

Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation, goosebumps prickling along your flesh as Dante grabbed the scruff of your arse and spread your cheeks wide until you were intimately exposed. The hot knot in your stomach twisted tighter as Dante let out a soft whistle, his hot breath fanning over your creamy folds as pearls of arousal dribbled from your drooling center.

“All this for me?” Dante said as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips. “You’re treating me to a feast.”

You wriggled your hips enticingly, rocking back into the warm touch of Dante’s hands as a breathy moan stirred in the back of your throat. 

“Eat up.”

Dante didn’t need to be told twice. A blistering moan tumbled from your bruised lips as he sealed his lips over your pulsing warmth and stuffed your gorgeous pussy into his mouth. You raked your fingers across the couch cushions, desperate to find purchase as a new wave of heat blossomed in the pit of your stomach and made your head spin. Your breathing stuttered, lungs pinching in your chest and long lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks at the slick sound of Dante’s lips smacking together. A groan vibrated between your thighs as he suckled at your puffy folds, strong hands pawing at the fat of your shapely arse before lazily swatting at the skin. Your eyes fluttered wildly as a moan bubbled up your parched throat, tongue feeling like lead in your mouth as you struggled to peel it from the pocket of your cheek. Dante lacked finesse but he made up for it with enthusiasm as he sloppily made out with your pussy, tongue and teeth joining the fray as he ate you like a man starved. 

Stars wavered in your bleary vision, a constellation of tears clinging to the corners of your soused lashes as the pleasure inside of you gnawed at you like a ravenous beast. The coil twisted tighter, threatening to break something inside of you as Dante’s tongue dipped into the tight ring of muscles of your fluttering hole, slurred praises muffled into the heat of your cunt as he swatted at your backside again, groaning as your skin rippled against the palm of his hand. You whined as your hips jolted forward, the aching nub of your clit begging for attention as a pleasant itch tickled the base of your skull. Pleasant tingles raced along the notches of your spine as your mind grew dizzy, only able to focus on the drag of Dante’s tongue between your plush walls as he split open the creamy folds of your pussy. The pressure in your stomach was reaching boiling point and it made you thrash in Dante’s hold from the mounting pleasure. 

“Dante- fuck…fuck!”

Dante was lost in the vivid taste of your pussy as he swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, throating bobbing as you lingered on his taste buds. His teeth dripped with saliva, jaw aching with a pleasant burn and cock swelling with arousal as the push of his tongue finally made you unfurl. You cried his name out with pure bliss and he knew he was going to get a noise complaint from his neighbours as the coil in your stomach shattered into a million pieces. He didn’t care though. Not when you pussy fluttered around his tongue and squirted into his open maw with the force of a flowing river. Dante’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his tongue continued to ravage your pussy in the midst of your mind-numbing rapture, strings of translucent fluid webbing on his lips as he drank his fill. Your toes curled in the soles of your feet as Dante worked through your intense high, clit kicking weakly when he pressed his thumb over the tightly packed bundle of nerves and worked it until it was shrieking. 

Your mind was buzzing and swirling with dizziness as you tried to gulp down ragged gasps of air, heart ready to leap out of your throat as the dregs of pleasure still burned through your veins. Dante pulled away from you with a loud and wet pop, your taste still sticky sweet on his lips as he lapped at the beads clinging to the corners of his mouth.

“Such a sweet treat” Dante said as he pat your thigh, his touch a soothing balm as it calmed the ache in your limbs. “My compliments to the chef.”

You would have smacked him out of sheer embarrassment if you weren’t feeling so boneless. You settled for a pathetic snort of laughter. You’d get him back once the room stopped spinning so violently.

[whxtedreams]

Daddy Day

Daddy!Joel x f!reader - ddlg drabble.

Summary: it's daddy day (fathers day) and you pamper your daddy

Word Count: 0.8k

Tags: ddlg dynamics, daddy!joel, braiding hair, smut but not detailed, joel calls you baby girl/sweet girl/princess/mine, lap sitting, joel feeding you, joel carries you

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FLORA’S BRAIN EMPTY NO THOUGHTS DADDY JOEL RAMBLE

- making an alarm to wake up early to cook him pancakes

- he knew the second you left the bed, but let you wake up without him. He knew how important this was to you.

- you make pancakes shaped in love hearts and dyed pink with strawberries

- you brew his coffee, setting his favorite mug on the counter with daddy printed on it. You place your own mug beside it, daddy’s princess printed on yours.

- he hears you singing in the kitchen, so excited to pamper him for a change

- you set the table with breakfast and place the wrapped gift on the table with fresh flowers

- he fakes being asleep when you come in to wake him

- you settle back into bed and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest

- he nuzzles his nose into your neck, mumbling a good morning baby girl

- you giggle at the tickle of his hot breath on your skin, a good morning daddy on your lips as he turns you to face him

- he pretends to smell the pancakes for the first time, do I smell pancakes? Did someone break in to cook us breakfast?

- No daddy!

- he raises his eyebrows, a gasp of shock. Did you make me pancakes my sweet girl?

- you nod and the proud smile on your face is all it takes to melt his heart

- he gets out of bed and you drag him into the kitchen

- he swears his heart breaks as he sees the little arrangement you made for him.

- you hug him and he kisses your forehead as he runs his hand over the back of your head.

- happy daddy day you say in the sweetest voice

- you do all this for your daddy? he says and you nod as you pull him over to the small dining table by the window.

- you watch him as you rock on your heels as he smiles warmly at the hearts

- he pats his lap and you rush to sit on him and he pulls your back you into his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he cuts a piece of the pancake and raises it to your mouth.

- you take a bite and smile around the fork.

- he kisses your shoulder. your neck your cheek before you giggle and turn your head, daddy the pancakes will go cold

- he hums and turns his head as he takes a bite, a moan in your ear as he stuffs a whole mini pancake in his mouth

- you scrunch your nose as he mumbles with his mouth full, so good princess

- you wiggle on his lap from the praise and he holds you still

- he places the fork back on the table and holds you tightly against him

- you wouldn’t try to leave his lap even if he didn’t hold you down

- you’re such a good girl for your daddy, cooking me breakfast and doting on me. Think it’s time to return the favor princess?

-you whine in his lap as you tuck your face into his neck as his hand begins to wonder down your stomach

- daddy, the pancakes you gasp as his hand cups you over your panties

- think daddy is hungry for something else you can give me.

- you nod, how could you say no?

- he spreads his new breakfast on the table, devouring you like a starved man

- his favorite gift is hearing you scream his name after all, and scream you do

- afterwards he carries you into the bathroom and showers with you

- he kneels in front of you as he lets you wash his hair as his hands wrap around your thighs

- he lets you wash him in your fruity soap, a soft giggle on your lips as you make a beard out of bubble on his face

- you kneel for him in the shower and he swears he goes to heaven when you wrap your lips around him sweet fucking baby girl- so good for your daddy. Feel so good

- you swallow him and when it spills from your mouth, he smears it over your cheek before the shower washes it away. mine, all fucking mine he grunts as he pulls you off the tiles and pushes you against the wall.

- he brushes your hair through and braids it afterwards as you sit between his legs, a frown on his face as he concentrates on the strands

- the coffee and pancakes forgotten from earlier, he makes you both new cups and heats up the food and brings it outside to sit with you in the morning sun

- you crawl back into his lap and he sighs as he wraps his hand around you, such a good girl for your daddy today, proud of you sweetheart

- your heart flips in your chest as you push back into him and he smiles as he guides your lips to his

- happy daddy day you smile as he reaches for his coffee on the side table

- He hums, every day is daddy day with you with me. Such a perfect princess for me.

notes

No one look at me idk where this came from (I know exactly where this came from) I'm totally normal over this (im not) Someone stop me (don’t)

[bahbzxxx]

Bro Itty bitty Barbz is so sick rn so it’s time for yet another set of

VEN VEN X SICKIE SICKIE! WINDBLUME

(Fluffy)

☆（ゝω・）vｷｬﾋﾟWhen he finds you in your extremely weak state and that you are basically unable to get yourself up because the pain is so bad, something inside him clicks and he immediately becomes a mama bird. Since he can’t get sick from you, he can take care of you as much as you need and give you all the love in the world so that you can become happy and healthy again. ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉｷｬｯｷｬ

♬ At every whimper, he will run his hands through your hair gently and then kiss your temples as your head sits in his lap,assuring you that he’s right here for you and loves you sooo much and won’t be leaving so long as you want him there with you. Anywhere on your body that aches, he will gladly massage and kiss if you let him.

♬ If it’s not too much to handle for you and it helps you, he will sing you to sleep as best he can, letting you curl up into his chest and do whatever you need to make yourself comfortable while you wait for your throat soothing tea to brew. When you're so vulnerable in his arms, he feels he has no other choice but to rock you like an innocent itty bitty barbz

♬ He’s gonna make sure you’re getting enough liquids and nourishment along with remedies, naturally. He knows your arms are extremely fatigued, so he will do everything for you. You just have to say “aah” and then he will blow on every bite of soup or sip of tea for you so you don’t burn your tongue. If he notices that your eyes are getting droopy and it’s getting hard for you to sit up, he will break out his wings and wrap you in them to prop you up. He feels bad about it, but he can’t help but giggle at how cute you are when you’re a little sickie~

“You poor thing…”

♬If have energy for a bath, he will gladly prep one for you, making sure to add lots of bubbles and flower petals and scented candles that he knows you like. If you’d prefer his company in that time, he will happily oblige-whatever he can do to make his Windblume feel better, he will do-even if he’s guaranteed to have that said Windblume weakly bring his face to theirs so that they can give him a nice beard of bubbles.

Hey, what’s that look for, silly? Ooh, you want me to come over? You sure?? Ooh, okay…someones being a little-

Windblume: *blows bubbles in Venti’s face*

Venti: Is this a funny way to tell me that Celestia is replacing me? I mean good riddance, but not you!!

Windblume: ehe_(:3」∠)_

Venti: Nawr☆ミ

[thesentientmango]

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[Image description below the cut]

If you enjoy it, please reblog!

This mini season 9 comic is a over a year in the making and has gone through several iterations, including one where I forgot Zeds hair was blonde so I gave him quite dark brown hair! You'd hardly be able to tell now if I didn't tell you!

ID:

A watercolor comic with six panels.

Panel one: ImpulseSV from hermitcraft season nine is sitting at a desk in a rock inlet facing away from the viewer. To his right, an inkwell with a feather and a netherite axe and pixaxe. To his left there is a torch on the wall. At the bottom of the panel in a pink bubble it reads: "IMPULSE?"

Panel two: Impulse turns over his left shoulder, he has a curly brown beard and looks happy. A yellow text box pointing at Impulse reads: "ZED!" A pink text box at the bottom the the page reads: "HELP!"

Panel three: A shot of the desk, Impulse is not at it anymore, the ink has bee knocked over and the axe and torch are gone. The light from the torch is leading off to the left.

Panel four: Impulse is running down a stone hallway, the viewer is seeing him from the back. The axe is raised up.

Panel five: a similar shot of Impulse further down the hallway, now at an archway. He has stopped, and is lowering the axe.

Panel six: At the bottom of the frame, Impulse holds up the torch, axe fully lowered, as it illuminates his nether portal, which has a circlet of gold around it. like they have just come out of the nether portal, Zedaph is kneeling in front of it holding TangoTek who is lying down. Tango is in his decked out dungeon masters attire and his blue fire hair is sending up black smoke. Above the portal sunlight is coming down into the cave and vines are handing down. A pink text bubble next to Zedaph reads: "He won't wake up."

End ID

[bubblegumgothglados]

Thinking about looking after a little

They get home exhausted after a long day pretending to be an adult. The front door is barely closed behind them before they start stripping off, awkwardly trying to remove every piece of clothing at once as toddlers do. They kick dejectedly at their shoes whilst pawing at their bra strap. You smile fondly and bid them to hush, kneeling down in front if them you untie their shoe laces. They're practically stamping their feet by the time you have their shoes and socks off. You untangle their undies from around their ankles and finally remove their bra. They flop into your arms and you scoop them up.

You just hold them for a moment, rocking them in your arms, kissing their forehead.

Their tummy grumbling interrupts your moment. "Hungry my little love?" Their face is nuzzled into the nape of your neck and it tickles slightly as they nod. You have their dinner already cooling on the table. You feed them mushy food from brightly coloured plastic cutlery and miraculously most if it ends up in their belly. You'll clean up the mess once they're asleep. They're a mess too. Bath time.

"NO MAMMA NO BATH TIME!" "okay sweetheart okay, i just thought my little love might enjoy their very luxurious indoor heated swimming pool" they peak out from their hiding spot under the table "nnnnmmmmm, swimming pool?" "Ohhh yes little one, with only the finest of bubbles" their eyes sparkle a little "bubbles?"

Soon enough you're sponging them off as they splash and play with their little boats and rubber duckies. Then you're washing their hair as they give you and themself a bubble beard. After that you're toweling them off as the excitedly babble at you about the book they want you to read to them before bed.

Now you're laying down in bed together. You read them the book, you dressed them in pajamas, you helped them go potty so there would be no accidents during the night. And now they're nursing at your breast. Their big eyes look up at you, you can see their eyelids getting heavy. You stroke their hair and run your finger nails up and down their back. You've never been so filled with love.

[writings-ofthe-heart]

Blue Lips

༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

❀ ; König had never really known you, but after a tricky mission and being left alone with you for a whole night, he might want to know more ...

or

❀ ; After being terrified of your colonel, you gain the confidence (and privacy) to talk to him once more, things go unplanned when you're attacked by a rogue soldier.

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♡ Warnings? : None! Just some fluff, idk, xd

♡ Word Count : A little over 1.6K words

♡ POV In : First person, I got lazy rewriting all the pronouns to "you," soz :(

♡ Author's Note - Umm sorry I haven't done anything atsv i swear its rotting in my brain rn but i just did this one shot in under a couple days during my travelling :3 i hope you enjoy !!

(p.s my next writing thing WILL be ganke related x3)

(p.p.s.s? I hope the formatting is ok I'm new to tumblr xD)

"Sorry, we'll try to reach-- morning--" The radio stammered out, I shook it frustrated as we walked. The mission had gone successfully but we were left behind. Unfortunately, I was left behind with the Colonel. He was silent, the sound of his steps barely noticeable. My hand was shaking, upon realizing, I shoved it into my pocket. The Lt had told us to reach the safe house and stay put. It was 4 KM away from where we were so we have been walking most part of the evening and the sun had just set. A blanket of quiet settled over the forest, the only "loud" sounds being my footsteps.

The Colonel and I were never close, it could've been because of my general fear of authority and the such or just how eerily quiet he was, never awkward just silent. The only time I had really spoke to him was during missions and those fleeting moments never told me much about him, all other information about him I heard from rumours, that he was a cold blooded soldier and a weapon for KorTac. He had bouts of going far away for weeks and months at a time, on so called "private enlistings." I never got curious, too frightened by him to try and find out more about him. But that's changing now, as he walks behind me I can't help but wonder about him.

My voice breaks the silence. "Where are you from, König? You have quite the accent,"

He seemed a little startled when I spoke, and he flatly replied, "Austria, German is the national language there."

I clicked my tongue, teeth chattering. "Cool." The next few minutes were silent and I veered off into the trees, hearing a creek bubbling. I called out to König quietly, "I'm going to fill my canteen. There's a creek over here." He hummed his acknowledgement. I got to the body of water and crouched down. Unscrewing the canteen, I put it down in the water. It was freezing, I tried to ignore the stinging in my knuckles and the tips of my fingers. From behind, I heard a knife unsheath. I tried to turn swiftly, grabbing my pistol from the holster but the attacker was too fast, pinning me down on the hard rocks.

They held the knife to my throat, breathing heavily. As my eyes adjusted from the stars in my vision, I realized it was a man. He had a beard, a mustache accompanying it. The man didn't need to speak for me to understand his intentions, a savage glint in his eyes. He seemed to be injured, desperate for anything. I look down at his tactical vest, but my movement provokes him and he shoves me under the water. I kick and thrash but he's taller, bigger than me. My pistol is taken and my knife is in my pant leg. The coldness grips me tightly.

König had been surprised I had even talked to him, after all, he knew I was scared of him, everyone was. It gave him a rush, but sometimes he wished they weren't terrified of König. He was sitting at the base of a tall, frosted tree, sipping at his own canteen. The Austrian man took note of the time, realizing I've been gone for longer then he felt comfortable with. Even if he had no feelings tied to me, he was a colonel and had to take care of his soldiers. König dusted his jeans off and calmly made his way to the creek. Upon seeing me being forcefully submerged in the creek by a strange man, he went livid.

Everything was a blur already as the man had started to choke me, shaking me and throwing me on the rock bed again and again. A vignette settled around my vision and I weakly yelled out in pain. Blood swirled in the water I was shoved in, my attacker showing no sign of stopping. König ran in long strides, ripping the man off me. With his bulk and strength, he had him easily in a chokehold.

The man fought him, as he had grabbed his knife I wrestled off him from the dirt. I could only sit up and take gulps of cold air, they were like daggers in my lungs but I couldn't help it. I was shaking violently, standing up and wobbling over to help König. He had already taken out his pistol and after shoving the man to the ground, he aimed point blank. His eyes were narrowed, and if he had no mask on, you'd be able to see the haunting smile as the bullet wrecked the mans head. Blowing his brains out was nothing to König.

I had barely been able to register the gun shot as more than the ringing in my ears after. The snowfall was heavier then ever, cold wind freezing my clothes and along with it my body. After the kill had been delivered, König rushed over to me. He crouched down the slightest bit, his accent thick in his words, "Liebe, are you okay?" I wrapped my arms around myself, teeth chattering. I could barely mumble a reply without stammering half the sentence but I tried. "N.. No." My scowl at him took all my remaining energy and I nearly collapsed on him.

"Oh, sheiße!" He hissed, holding me in place. The only sound being my grunts of pain, the cold feeling like I was shattering into pieces.

"We've got to get you to the safe house. It's so close to here! Can you walk schatz?" He panics, holding my frozen hands. "Ah, you're like ice." König comments. I take a couple steps with him, another breeze blows by and my knees give out. I cry out painfully, grabbing Königs arm. He hushes me sympathetically, pulling me close.

"Ok, meine liebe, i need you to listen to me, ja? I'm going to carry you, but you can't, please, you cannot," He firmly talks to me taking a breath, making sure my lidded eyes stay open. "You cannot fall asleep, stay awake, ok? We'll get to the safe house in no time."

König knew he had a timer, it started to tick down as soon as I got out of water, breathing heavily. It was now or never, or else I'd slip into the afterlife. He couldn't let that happen. Now he was running as quick as he could, his long legs lunging forward. If their lieutenants information was correct, the safe house should be around the corner from these birch trees, and like the heavens opened for him, there was a run down, abandoned looking house covered in sheets of white.

König slammed the door open and kicked it closed as he rushed in, his heart pounding and the blood roaring in his ears. I was shivering in Königs arms, fighting every nerve in my body begging me to let go, but I knew I couldn't, I couldn't leave him alone, alone here. Those were my only coherent thoughts as König set me down in front of the fire, rummaging desperately through each drawer in the living room. My puffs of air coming out as thick clouds in the room, I could hear Königs quickened breathing as he searched around. When I heard him sigh out a noise of victory, it was a telltale sign he found matches.

I looked at him through my heavy eyes, König flicked it and it caught on fire. He tidyed the logs in the fireplace and threw the match in, blowing it softly so it'd grow faster. My teeth chattered vigorously but I couldn't feel my lips, or my legs. König carefully peeled my tactical vest off, looking at me gently. "Schatz, I need to take your clothes.. off..." His eyes seemed to be pleading with me and all I could do was nod slightly. König worked fast while still being so gentle with my freezing body, and in a matter of minutes, I was bare, stripped to my undergarments. He swallowed, trying to stop his eyes wandering.

König took his vest off, basically stripping himself as well. Now, I couldn't help but stare. He was built like an ox, along with being huge, his muscles were just daunting. I screwed my eyes shut to keep out the indecent thoughts.

"You're tired, no? It's ok, meine liebe. Let me get some blankets and we will sleep." He reassured me and I could only nod, whimpering quietly trying not to tremble with everything in me. My arms were wrapped around my body tightly. After a few minutes, he came back with a pillow and blankets. König sat down next to me, gently sliding a blanket below me and then the rest on top.

His hands were warm.. so warm. I could feel my mind shutting down and König noticed, of course he did. My sleepy eyes, the red tint of my cheeks and nose. He could hear me mumbling, but was too dazed in my appearance, "Sorry, what'd you say?"

"Can you come closer? You're really, really warm." I whisper. König looked at me, silent like always. After a long pause, he nodded.

Shifting closer to me, he (awkwardly) put his arms around me. I leaned on him, contently sighing. He couldn't believe what was happening, König was never typically a 'ladies man' and now that it was happening, he froze up. König looked down at me, feeling a warmth touch his chest. I had fallen asleep on him. He couldn't do anything but sit there, cocooning me in his arms with his gun by his side in case of an emergency.

He didn't sleep at all, if only to keep me safe.

[fandomnerd9602]

Potters Stick Together

Harry Potter x Potter!Reader

For @sweetheartlizzie07

The acrid smell of burnt wood clung to the air as I ran through the wreckage. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, each beat echoing the screams I'd heard moments ago. My parents. Lily and James, gone. The Death Eaters and He Who Shall Not Be Named had fled. But there, nestled amongst the debris in the nursery, was a flicker of emerald green. Harry.

Just a year old, he lay unscathed in his crib, clutching a stuffed stag. Relief overwhelmed me, a fragile bubble against the crushing grief. He couldn't stay here. Not with Voldemort out there. I scooped him up, the warmth of his tiny body searing into mine. His emerald eyes, so like Mum's, blinked up at me, brimming with confusion. "Hey there, runt," I choked, my voice raspy with unshed tears. "It's okay. I've got you."

I just held him in close, gently rocking my little brother back and forth softly. He was all I had left, and I was all he had left too.

The Ministry was a whirlwind of paperwork and hushed whispers. They wanted to send him to his aunt, Petunia. The mere thought of that pinched woman raising Harry made my blood boil. No. I knew their cruelty. They’d treat him like a servant or a slave rather than a child.

So many ideas ran thru my mind but the first thing came roaring out. "I'll take him," I declared, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands.

They were hesitant. Me? An Auror raising a child and one that barely survived the dark lord? Unconventional. But Dumbledore, with his twinkling eyes and long beard, intervened. "Minerva. It's the safest place for him." The aged headmaster reassured the other professor on my account.

So, at 18, I became a father. Our tiny flat in London became a haven for spilled milk and lullabies hummed off-key. Days were filled with nappies and first wobbly steps, while nights were spent poring over ancient tomes, learning about the magical world that had taken my parents. So many of his firsts and none of them were witnessed by our parents.

Harry thrived. His laughter, loud and infectious, chased away the shadows lingering in my heart. He had Mum's eyes and Dad's unruly hair, but he was uniquely his own. He wasn't the Chosen One, not here. To me, he was just Harry, my little brother.

He grew up surrounded by magic. I'd levitate his toys to make him giggle, or charm his milk to warm itself. But my lessons were focused on safety, on teaching him control, because the world he might inherit was a dangerous one.

One evening, as I tucked him into bed, a tiny fist gripped my finger. "What happened to Mum and Dad?" he asked, his voice hushed. My throat tightened. "They went on a big adventure, runt," I said, using the nickname I'd given him. "One day, we'll go find them, just you and me."

He squeezed my finger, his eyes mirroring the determination I felt burning within. We wouldn't forget. We wouldn't let them down. We would find a way, together, to face whatever darkness the future held. Because as long as I had Harry, a part of Mum and Dad lived on. And that, in this strange, magical world, was a powerful kind of magic all its own.

[farcillove]

farcille just wanna have sex

video description under the cut

an amv of falin and marcille from dungeon meshi set to "girls just wanna have sex" by mazie

lyrics and corresponding clips:

[electronic music sound] ooh nice! - a clip of marcille, a blonde white elf with long hair, blushing and smiling at falin, a brunette white tallman/human with medium length hair, both nude, as she bathes her, saying something lip-synced to the lyrics and then laughing

[guitar riff] - falin jumping on rocks across a river to the beat, marcille staring at her in disbelief. a shot of their feet as they walk on grass.

wooooooo! - falin running and then jumping in joy

Eden is a hedonist, she listens to the Smiths - falin hitting the grass with a stick to the beat

I'm more like a one night stand apologist - marcille looking uncomfortable

She's so out of my league every time I swing, I miss - marcille swinging her staff ambrosia before senshi, a fat Japanese dwarf with a huge black beard and a helmet, grabs her to stop her from casting a spell

But, oh my God, I think we're - falin intertwining her fingers with marcille's

Oh my God, we're gonna kiss - marcille blushing and staring at falin, who is inches away from her in the bath, with wide green eyes

Her hands are on my neck, she's got a grip - marcille holding falin's neck to check on a bruise, looking frustrated. falin is talking

She can turn me on just like a switch - cut to falin blushing with her hand raised to her face looking at marcille

It really gets me goin' when she tells me just like this - a pan shot of marcille in the bath, blushing and staring at falin with hooded eyes

Get out of your head - marcille yelling at falin for eating a berry, blue in the face

Tell your man to drop dead - marcille glaring at shuro, a tall japanese human with long hair in a ponytail, who is staring at falin and blushing

Get into my bed - marcille and falin sitting in bed together talking and smiling

Girls just wanna have sex - closeup shot of falin and marcille staring at each other. marcille is blushing furiously and looking at falin with love in her eyes

Get out of your head - marcille talking to falin in the bath

Tell your man to drop dead - same image with shuro

Get into my bed - marcille tackling falin and pulling her into bed with her, falin yelling in surprise, marcille's staff falling on the ground, and marcille holding falin and smiling wide

Girls just wanna have - marcille smiling at falin, falin staring at marcille

Girls just wanna have - falin smiling at marcille

Girls just wanna have sex - pan of falin in the bath surrounded by glowing bubbles

[whumpsoda]

We Search For Stolen Personhood - Early Birds

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee

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Prince swallowed, staring with an unblinking gaze down at his clammy feet. He took one step, then one more, rocking back and forth on his toes. The flooring was cold to the touch, just as the tile of his sir’s home constantly was. But the world didn’t end beneath him, no one jumped out with the intent to hurt him, and there was no screaming. Simply a switch from rug to wood.

He’d officially left the bedroom. Even if it was only by a few feet.

It wasn’t a very important feat considering he’d been out of his real bedroom for days now, he’d even been in several other rooms since then. Still, there was a flicker of something inside of him. While unfamiliar, he recognized it as pride.

And now, the walls were green. No longer violently white like the facility, his sir’s room, and the inside of his mind, but a simple, soft green that blossomed warmth from his chest and sparked a glitter in his brightening face. He scanned the dark, unlit hallway, taking in the mere sight of color.

Prince stole a glance back inside the room, just for a quick bit of a second, seeing to ensure Mutt was still fast asleep. Whatever illness had caught up with him had successfully rendered him bed bound, but even so Prince knew well the other pet would stay loyal to his master’s wishes and never allow him the freedom to leave his side. He didn’t trust these people, and Prince didn’t blame him. Neither did he. He hoped at some point maybe he would.

“Hello.”

Sipping in a sharp gasp Prince recoiled, stumbling back into the doorway with wide, startled eyes. He took quick notice of the figure standing tall before him, holding a gentle smile over a scruffy beard. He always had trouble telling if those were genuine - even if he realized the man’s definitely reached his eyes when no one else's ever had - thus he held himself in a shielded stance.

“You’re up early.” 

“Y- yes, sir.” He stumbled, taking a scratch under the thick collar that still sat around his throat. Soon enough he realized he’d seen the man prior, helping out with Mutt’s diseased predicament the past day. Even so, he maintained the distance between them. “I’m supposed to be.”

The man hummed in agreement, accompanied by a curt nod. “Would you like to come out further? Maybe to the kitchen? I’m making pancakes.” He gestured behind him to the soft, almost unheard sizzle of food that made Prince’s mind swim with hunger. Him and Mutt hadn’t eaten nearly enough in the past days.

“Do… um, do you want… me to?” It wasn’t an order, rather a question, and Prince wasn’t good at those. He didn’t know the right answer, or if it was all a trick because he’d already made a mistake by leaving the bed, and he was to be punished either way. 

“I’d love it, but only if you’d like to.”

Without a word, Prince resumed standing, still hunched over and creating a blockade with his shoulders. It was difficult to force himself to move, and he waited until the man began walking to begin himself, stopping just as he did. Awkwardly, he stood in the middle of the room.

I’m doing it, I’m doing it, I’m doing it, his mind blared, gaze flying across the room to take in every inch. He’d never been in a kitchen before. Everything was so new and so exciting and so horrifying, a lump forming big in his throat. It was exhilarating, and yet at the same time he couldn’t wish more to return to the safety of his sir’s room right then and there.

The man grabbed a spatula from the drawer beside him, turning his attention back to the task at hand. “You can sit wherever you like.” 

The order - again - wasn’t clear enough to tell him what answer was correct, anxiousness bubbling up from Prince’s belly. It had to be the floor somewhere, he knew that much, furniture was only ever an option if he was on his sir’s lap, and the man wasn’t sitting himself, so that was a no go.

Taking the only course of action he could muster with a furiously beating heart, Prince plopped down to a kneel right where he stood. No yelling or anger proceeded, only silence as the man flipped his food, so he must have done something right. 

“How are you feeling about being here?” The man asked, as if trying to start conversation. Prince was not made for anything more than simple chatter, he was in no shape or form a companion designation, so he was well unused to inquiries. He was merely filling the silence, Prince had to remind himself, almost making the mistake to think the man actually cared how he felt.

“Uh, uhm-,”

“It’s alright if you don’t know yet,” he added, “Most don’t.”

“I, uhm, I… miss my sir.” Prince admitted, voice hushed low to whisper. It was true, and the mere realization of no longer being with his sir, locked away in his room with the promise of love and safety, rocked Prince to his core. Swallowing, he silently choked back an unwelcome oncoming wave of emotion. He’d gotten good at doing so.

“A lot of rescues feel the same way. Not all, but a good chunk.”

“…Rescues?”

Pushing the crook of his glasses upward with a knuckle, the man’s toothy little smile returned. “That’s who this safehouse is for. People - like you - who we’re rescuing from the wru system. So, rescues.”

The why sat atop the tip of Prince’s tongue, never to spill over into reality. He didn’t need to know why, didn’t need to ask so many questions like he always did. He didn’t need to know. Knowing was for the owner, not the pet, and pets that wanted to know were far too annoying.

He already knew why, anyway.

Prince blinked, nearly licking his lips as the man transferred the fluffy, delicious looking, and smelling, food off of the pan and onto a plate. His master had only ever made him pancakes on their anniversary, preferring Prince to eat a healthier breakfast as his usual.

“Y’know what? I just realized I don’t even know if I’ve properly introduced myself yet.” The man laughed heartily, similar to his sir, but with a tender tint to it that reduced any intimidation. It was almost nice. “Yesterday was too hectic, and for that I am sorry. You can call me Oscar.” He paused, looking to somewhere else before his gaze returned. “And that is Edith.”

“Oh!” Flinching back, Prince was startled to find a woman standing mere feet away, adorned in a gently lavender nightgown as she waved. “Hello, dear! I had no idea you were sat right there!” Her face held almost the exact same grin as the man’s did, even if their appearances were distinctly separate.

She had a small yet still larger than normal gap between her two front teeth, one Prince knew his sir would have hated. But he would have hated all of this. “Prince, is it?”

He hung his head low, bangs falling before his eyes and covering a good portion of his flushed face. “Yes, sir.” 

“You’re up early!” She giggled, pressing a short yet honeydew kiss to the man - no, Oscar’s - cheek, standing on her toes to reach his face. 

“That’s what I said!” The two chuckled in a mixture of joy, a wonderful sound Prince had never before graced his ears. Such a magical noise it was, that almost he wished to join in. “We’re always up earlier than the rest of the house. Just two early birds.”

Early bird, Prince carefully mouthed. Somehow the saying was more to him, like he’d surely heard it before, even when he couldn’t recall his sir ever saying something so silly.

You’ve always been my little early bird, just like your brother.

“So, Prince, have you thought of any names yet?” Oscar asked, yet again, another question. He must like those, Prince thought, blinking himself out from his head. This one being even stranger than the last.

Edith clapped her hands together. “Oh, yes! Names!”

Prince’s brows furrowed, expression twisting. “Names…?”

“Yep. Names.”

“It’s okay if you haven’t, of course! Maybe you can try and come up with one while you eat.” Edith said, bumbling about the kitchen as the shuffle of her fluffy slippers followed her along.

Names. Names? What business did Prince have with thinking up names? The idea seemed so nonsensical he couldn’t wrap his head around it. It almost seemed as if… the names were for him. But that didn’t make any sense either. Did anything there?

He already had a name. His sir so kindly gifted it to him, why would he ever want to get rid of it? Did they not like it? Did they find it ugly?

Did he… want a new name?

He shook his head. It didn’t matter what he wanted. If they wanted him to pick a new name - which was already odd, having him pick his own name - then he would. He would be a good boy for them.

After a time of intense thought, Prince found a pair of socks slipped over feet before him, Oscar setting down a plate covered with a stack of beautiful cakes. “Here you go.”

“Would you like some syrup?” Edith exclaimed, face muffled by the inside of a cabinet.

Oh, did Prince remember syrup. His face, unbeknownst to him, brightened in awe. He clearly recalled the sweet, saccharine taste that stuck to and coated the inside of his mouth the first and only time his sir had ever offered him some. The mere recollection had him drooling. “Yes please, sir. If, uhm, if you would like to let me have some, of course.”

She must’ve noticed his excited anticipation, setting the bottle before him with a bubbly giggle. “Sure, dear, take as much as you’d like.”

Prince watched in fascinated fashion as the liquid dribbled out from the container, covering his breakfast in a layer of sugar. After dowsing his food in syrup, he looked to Edith for approval. He was such a good boy for doing so, even when he wanted to eat so very badly.

She nodded softly, giving him a kind look that hid something else underneath it. “You can eat. It’s okay.”

Immediately he dug in, figuring she wasn’t going to feed him from her hand like his sir did. Grabbing at chunks with his fingers he shoved them down his throat as fast as possible to satiate his hunger, failing to realize how much he actually needed to eat before then. And, God, was it good. The best he’d ever tasted in a good while. Prince was too overwhelmed by his taste buds to even think, especially not of names.

After a beat of devouring his meal, Edith slipped him something else. “Here, a napkin. You’ve got a little something… all over.” She said, and slowly he took it out from her hand, burning red with embarrassment, careful not to touch her skin and risk getting her dirty.

“Thank you sir.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Once his plate was practically licked clean, he sat for a moment as Edith swiped it away and placed it into the dishwasher. “Thank, th- thank you, sirs. Thank you.” Prince repeated, unable to think of any way to fully show his gratitude.

“You’re welcome. It’s the least we could do for you.” Oscar replied, tapping his head beside Edith’s.

Ever so slightly Prince perked up at the weak sound of doors opening and closing from the other side of the home, bringing him back to reality. “Can… uhm…,” he started, hair falling further into his face, “May I… go back to my room, please?”

Oscar gave him a slight nod, prompting him to stagger back to his feet. Edith gave him a little wave as he swiftly tip toed off, one that he discreetly returned. Before he was fully out of earshot, Edith whispered something he desperately hoped he’d heard right. 

“It’ll take a while, but I think he’s gonna be just fine.”

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Ye ole NSFW Catwin ficlet x

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Beard burn, Edwin riding the Cat King's stubbled face

They'd never tried this before.  

Well, no, that isn't exactly true. Edwin has sat on the Cat King's face numerous times (his king loved to press all of Edwin's buttons, once discovered, teased and pried out of him, until all of his carefully cultivated control was virtually non-existent. There must’ve been something quite pleasurable about the whole affair to the Cat King as well, something about feeling Edwin's increasingly trembling thighs pressing in on the sides of his head, the squeezing against his face increasing exponentially, until Edwin was riding him properly, each rock of his hips pressing the back of the Cat King's head deeper into the pillow, the bed, the floor).  

Edwin had not, however, had occasion to sit on the Cat King's face, when sporting actual stubble.  

It's most certainly not because he didn't find the weathered look attractive. If you asked Edwin, it only accentuated the strong line of his lover’s jaw, whilst slimming down some of the sharpness that he'd never lost in his damned ever-charming smirks.  

Edwin had found himself staring at the Cat King's five o’clock shadow on more than one occasion, wondering what it would feel like, brushing up against his most intimate skin. Would he be left squirming the morning after, unable to sit properly without being reminded of their activities the night before? He wanted to experience that. Hells, he wanted it bad.  

Which brought them back to the present, where a very naked Edwin was preparing to straddle the Cat King's face.  

Although this is hardly the first time, all of the old fears come bubbling up to the surface the moment he peeks down, sees the over-eager face peering up at him from between his spread legs. The rational part of Edwin whispers to him, telling him he’s far from small, there's always the very real chance that he'll crush his lover underneath his weight. That at the absolute height of his pleasure, he'll slip up and, and... The Cat King, of course, would be more than happy to go out in a haze of orgasmic bliss, but— 

The second he feels the stubble gently graze against the softest part of his thighs as they gently hover down, down, down, Edwin’s control flies right out the window. It was already more sensation, more different of an experience than he’d expected, even brushing, downright tickling roughly against the smooth skin of his balls, as he settles down with a huff of air escaping him.  

Arms hook around Edwin thighs, maneuvre to pull him even closer, and Edwin’s eyes roll back in his head as his fingers clench into fistfuls around nothing.  

There’s a tongue darting out, licking a wet stripe along the length of Edwin's ass from right behind his balls to his hole. The sensation of hot, wet, thick muscle prodding against his tender skin is heightened, accentuated, by the slow drag of the Cat King’s downright furry cheek and jaw against his skin. It only serves to make Edwin press his hips down harder, until that hair, which had felt so deliciously short yet coarse underneath his fingertips, feels like it is scraping along his skin. No, scraping isn't exactly the right word. Scraping implies that there was some degree of pain, and the sensation building from between his shivering thighs... it isn't pain at all. There's a mild discomfort, building, but Edwin welcomes it with every roll of his hips. Coupled with the slick heat of that tongue, eagerly pushing in and out of his fluttering, clenching hole, it feels like every last one of his nerve-endings is singing. Any and all tension is washing out of him, in an almost orgasmic wave of pleasure... 

"H-Harder." He pants, and as always, the Cat King is all too happy to oblige him. Clawed fingers press into the meat of Edwin’s thighs, leaving the promise of bruising and red little lines for Edwin to trace later, in the silence. For now, he moans loud and unashamed as his lover makes sure to push and pull Edwin down harder against his cheeks, bobbing his head in ever exaggerated motions, to ensure maximum of contact between thigh and deliciously scraping stubble.  

Edwin’s nails dig into whatever purchase they can find on the Cat King’s skin, drawing thin lines to on the surface in kind. Whenever his marks stain red, twin moans are muffled with teeth finding bottom lips, or fangs sinking into the sensitive skin of Edwin’s taint. 

It was almost embarrassing, how fast the Cat King can bring Edwin right up to the edge. All that confidence, that arrogance that Edwin cannot fault his lover for having, with a track record to hold it up so, so easily. Conquered, Edwin is strung along, flung into two nearly back-to-back orgasms, before his partner begins to show signs of tiring. At the end of it all, Edwin's cock near aches, a bit of his come still glistening at the very tip of his cock, as his body convulses with the final aftershocks of pleasure.  

He shifts a little, hissing under his breath at the movement brushing stubble once more against by now truly irritated skin, but remains close, hovering above of the Cat King's face, as he takes a moment to steady his breathing.  

"Everything you expected, Ghostie?" The Cat King sounds breathless, a healthy flush framing his cheeks, with even more redness to the skin below his nose and ears. 

"Well," Edwin pretends to think it over as he finally rises, stretches, lets himself drop back down onto the bedding, next to his lover’s face this time, "I trust that you don't have any plans to shave anytime soon."