#siamese shirt

[popfizzles]

I'd like to add custom character designs to my regular commissions, but that of course means I have to. create some custom character designs as examples first.

Here's my first go at some concepts!

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Vintage Krizia Poi CAT Pullover Sweater M Siamese Wool Angora Black Logo Crew ebay Lost_reasure_found

[haika-98]

Draw Your Outfit - Haika's Useful Shirt

Useful shirt from the Curiosity Box

Posted using PostyBirb

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[wileys-russo]

bad mood blues II a.putellas x reader

little jealous bf ale fluff based around this request here bad mood blues II a.putellas

you waved to the fans as you did a lap unable to keep the grin off your face, patri’s arm slung over your shoulder as ona was tucked into your other side.

“i do not think we will ever see her sad again after this, i think her face is broken.” ona teased squishing your face which as expected continued to break out into a beaming smile.

“scoring your first hat trick will do that to someone!” patri laughed, breaking away from you as fans screamed out her name and waved their jerseys in her direction.

“so amor, excited for the private celebrations with your lover?” ona teased quietly as you blushed bright red and smacked her on the shoulder.

“be quiet! people are very good at lip reading these days.” you warned with a scowl, having known the young spaniard for several years now playing a with her at united before being bought by barcelona once your contract was up.

it was safe to say the two of you were stuck to one another’s sides like glue the moment ona finally returned home, mapi often teasing the two of you were like siamese twins seperated at birth.

which of course prompted ona to tease about your lack of natural tan and english upbringing that it was an insult to her to be tied to you in such a way.

this was normally once you’d return from international or seasonal break, your barcelona tan fading within days of returning home to manchester.

though it was first through ona that you met alexia, yet another thing she was relentless to never let you live down.

it all started during the euros when ona had hung around waiting for you after england played spain, determined to swap shirts and introduce you to some of her friends.

that lead to an incredibly nervous you being all but kidnapped by the over confident defender and dragged with her toward the spanish locker room, digging your feet in the entire time until she pushed you through the door.

the room had fallen silent just for a split second and your eyes widened, trying to push past your friend and make a hasty exit but just as quickly as silence fell it seemed you were suddenly old news and everyone fell back into their conversations.

again dragged around by ona you stumbled through the basic spanish she’d taught you as she introduced you to a few of her teammates and friends, the last of all being alexia.

within the moment going toe to toe with the woman you’d just relentlessly humiliated by lobbing a ball through her legs to score the match winner was a daunting fate, which wasn’t helped by the steely calm nature of her demeanor and rather stern appearance.

her spanish was faster than most of the other girls and you needed ona to translate despite her repeatedly asking alexia just speak to you in english which she refused.

though despite her seeming disscontempt toward you, you’d found out mere months later that she was actually rather impressed, and within a few days of your move to barcelona was making more of an effort to befriend you and make sure you felt welcomed in than you’d expected.

though you suppose you could really put that down to ona calling up each and every single one of her national team mates and warning they look after you or else she’d be on the first plane over to sort them out.

needless to say long story short you and alexia had befriended one another, which after its run its course had quite quickly turned into a harboured crush that ona found endless pleasure to tease you for as you begged her over and over not to mention it to anyone.

she didn’t of course but with alexia having confided in mapi about her own feelings toward you, it didn’t take long for the scheming and the meddling to begin, and the rest was a story for another day.

“hey isn’t that-“ ona hadn’t even finished speaking before you spotted her, eyes widening as you raced over toward the barrier, your best friend shouldering her way to the front as politely as she could.

“rosie?!” your grin somehow widened to the point you were shocked your face hadn’t split in half, the taller girl hanging awkwardly down from the barricade as you wrapped her in a hug with a laugh of disbelief.

“surprise?” the brunette beamed, cheeks flushed as you opened and closed your mouth in surprise, a few fans around all calling out for your name. “how did you even-“ you trailed off still in shock at her sudden appearance.

“we were headed for portugal but a little birdy told me you were feeling a bit homesick and might benefit from a few more brits around!” the girl nodded over your shoulder as you glanced behind you to see keira send you a grin and a nod as you mouthed thank you and she waved you off turning back to her conversation with aitana and salma.

what you didn’t see was your girlfriends at first curious glance toward you, further away and not able to see who it was you were so seemingly enamoured with her brows furrowed into a frown as she crossed her arms over her chest.

much as she might deny it over and over you knew exactly the type of hot blooded woman alexia was, and that was the jealous type. she’d never assume poorly of you or your actions, she trusted you not to ever do anything.

but it was other people alexia didn’t trust, which wasn’t helped by the fact you were hopelessly oblivious when being flirted with, forever just brushing it off as people being nice.

alexia first and foremost knew of your inability to read people’s true intentions. considering it had taken her asking you out twice before you realised she meant as more than friends and apologised profusely for being so blind which really amused the catalan more than anything.

but now, now you were hers she didn’t find it quite so cute and amusing, in fact it was positively infuriating that you never seemed to catch onto peoples true intentions and it was something that caused more debates than alexia cared to rehash.

so with that in mind and her blood running even hotter than usual she’d busied herself with post match media duties before slinking off to the change rooms.

but a glance over her shoulder before she went only worsened her mood seeing that what felt like hours later you were still hung up on chatting with the mystery brunette who just couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of you.

“duty calls superstar, i’m here with ben for another few days before we backpack to portugal. i promised id take him to dinner as penance for coming with me tonight but call me later and we can meet up properly tomorrow?” your best friend offered as the chants for your attention from fans grew and you nodded eagerly, kissing her cheek and dropping back down to the ground, the girl melting back into the ground as you started to make rounds signing things and taking photos.

still on cloud nine from your hat trick you stayed out longer than usual, reveling in your good mood as you made your way around to as many fans as you could. but with a wave from ona who'd ventured back out to remind you of the time you apologized and broke away, striding toward the tunnel.

"that was your best friend si? the one who has been travelling?" ona clarified as you nodded happily, launching into a recount of rosies nomad like life she loved, flitting from odd job to job living in vans, tents, share houses or hostels.

the girl had always been a free spirit and done her best to bring out the same in you all throughout high school where you'd met.

as soon as you both graduated, you moving into a full time football career and her to travel the world, you'd stayed close and made every effort to keep one another updated on your lives despite not seeing one another very often.

"does she know about..." ona made a face as you nodded. "yeah she does, not exactly who but she knows i'm seeing someone and i have no doubt she'll kick my door in if i don't bring ale with me when i see her." you chuckled as ona hummed with an amused smile, the two of you arriving to the change rooms which were rapidly emptying out.

"mario have you seen ale?" you frowned, unable to spot your girlfriend anywhere. "oh she left awhile ago amiga, seemed in a hurry." mariona smiled apologetically seeing you frown, thanking her.

"i'll drive you chica but be quick!" ona teased, referencing the way you used to infamously take the longest showers post game at united, though back then you drove yourself and it wasn't an issue.

alexia almost always driving you now you'd had an incentive and a reason to be fast not wanting to keep her waiting, something else ona was able to tease you for.

"gracias soldier." you kissed ona's cheek as she pulled up outside alexia's apartment complex, punching you lightly for the nickname as you grabbed your bag and waved her off.

unaware that anything was off you just assumed alexia forgot you would need a lift, having slept at your own place last night for the first time in days as alexia had an event, ona had picked you up this morning.

but the routine which existed between the two of you meant that after every match you wound up back at her place so you assumed tonight would be no different as you punched in her code and let yourself into the elevator.

you shifted your bag on your shoulder and knocked again when your girlfriend didn't answer the first time, settling as you heard her footsteps eventually sound from inside as the door swung open.

"were you asleep babe?" you laughed at her semi disheveled state, the older girl shrugging wordlessly as you stepped past her and made your way inside, more than comfortable in her place as she was in yours.

you didn't pick up on her mood right away, busying yourself changing into one of her hoodies as alexia settled herself on the lounge where she'd been prior to your arrival, already showered and changed herself.

"hola mi vida." you started to sense maybe something was off when you leant in for a kiss and your lips met her cheek, blanked as she tucked her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms, the closed off body language another tell tale sign of her bad mood.

trying to just chalk it up to tiredness post game you didn't mention anything, the taller girl fixated on a football match on the tv as you decided to make the two of you something to eat.

you glanced over to her every now and then, frown deepening when it seemed as if she barely noticed you were there.

normally alexia was all over you, especially after you'd played well, even if it was just as simple as the way she'd stick tightly to your back as you cooked.

but her arms never snuck around your waist, chin never rested on the top of your head, her lips never gently peppered your neck with soft kisses and so you began to wonder if perhaps you'd done something to upset her.

you tried to engage her in conversation but only receiving singular words or hums in response you abandoned that quickly. now quite certain she was upset about something whether it be with you or not.

almost finished cooking you wracked your brain for what you could have done to cause this, but even with all of your might you couldn't come up with anything.

the blonde had been fine with you prior to the game and at half time, stern captains persona dwindling for a moment as she mumbled into your hair how well you were playing and sneakily kissed you when it seemed no one was looking.

but now when it was her who could barely glance at you for more than a few seconds, everything suddenly felt very different.

dishing up two bowls you quickly rinsed things and left them in the sink to be washed later. despite the large dining room table in the middle of alexia's living room you don't think the two of you had eaten on it enough times for you to need two hands to count.

so handing her the bowl, a quiet thank you mumbled as again her eyes remained on the tv you settled in beside her, leaving a gap between the two of you which felt like it was miles long despite it really only being a few centimetres.

the two of you ate in silence, alexia finishing first as her bowl was placed on the coffee table as yours soon joined and you decided to address your worries.

"ale." you started softly, gently nudging her thigh with your knee as she hummed but otherwise remained quiet. "is something wrong baby?" you asked cautiously, a shake of her head all you got in return.

"okay. because it seems like you're upset about something and if i've done anything can we please talk about it?" you requested, messing about with your fingers in your lap. "i am not upset amor." alexia replied quietly and your tension melted a tiny bit hearing the nickname but still she would not meet your eye.

you accepted her words at first, grabbing your bowls and heading back to the kitchen to wash up. once again most times you even tried your girlfriend was there in a second, lifting you up to sit on the counter and refusing to let you help.

but just like when you cooked she remained on the sofa engrossed in the football, only getting up to use the bathroom as you finished and returned by her side.

the alarm bells sounded once more when you grabbed her arm and tried to tuck into her side. the blonde gently pushed you back, mumbling about wanting a little space in spanish making you frown.

"alexia." you sighed, patience wearing thin as she hummed. "alexia!" you spoke a lot firmer now, standing to move and block her eyeline toward the tv with a frown.

"mi amor i can tell you are upset. please stop being so stubborn and tell me whats wrong so we can talk about it!" you ordered, crossing your arms and shuffling side to side as she tried to crane her neck to see past you.

"alexia!" you groaned at the silence that followed, the blonde stretching out down the sofa with a shrug, hands folded behind her head. "why are you being like this?" you asked again, tone softening a little as the insecurity started to creep through that you'd done something.

"i am not being like anything." "exactly! you're ignoring me, you're being moody-" "you did not seem to care when you were with her."

it was mumbled so quietly you almost missed it, but you didn't and then suddenly everything made sense, blocks falling into place as your worries melted away and a smile curled onto your lips.

"oh my god. you're jealous!" you laughed, which was probably the wrong response as your girlfriend gave you a glare and halfheartedly kicked you, ordering you to move out of her way as she was missing the game.

"ale, angel." you started, wrenching her arms away from where they were crossed tightly over her chest, settling your body on top of her. "why are you jealous mm?" you smiled, hands falling to clasp her cheeks, turning her head and forcing her to look at you.

"who was that girl? the one you hugged for a very long time." alexia countered with a question of her own, hands moving to grip your hips. "my other girlfriend." you answered casually, alexias fingers digging into the soft skin of your sides warning you against teasing.

"dios mio ale. that was my best friend, rosie. the one who is always travelling! she is on her way to portugal with her fiance and dropped in to see me." you smiled, thumbs tracing the sharp lines of her jawline.

only receiving a hum in response you rolled your eyes, growing tired of her moody behavior. "how many times-" you dipped your head and placed a kiss to the collumn of her throat. "-do i have to assure you-" the next ones were either side of her neck.

"-that the only person i have eyes for-" now a kiss just beneath her ear, teeth tugging teasingly at the lobe. "-is you." you kissed her nose, smiling softly.

"you are not the problem, it is other people i do not trust."

"you think my best friend is going to pull a move on me? mi vida i know you are a jealous woman but that is something else." you grinned, alexia's frown melting into a slight pout as she huffed.

"not what i meant!" "no but you are being moody for no reason."

"you know i scored all those goals for you today baby, nobody else." you mumbled, kissing all over her face and purposefully avoiding her lips as her pout grew a little with each one.

"you missed." alexia demanded, her own hands now moving to grab your face halting the treasure map your lips were creating along her skin. "oh lo siento mi amor." you nodded understandingly, leaning in as if to kiss her but moving so your lips pressed against her temple.

"hey!" alexia exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing making you grin. "i love you, only you. silly stubborn jealous idiot!" you teased, pecking her lips repeatedly in between each word.

"next time, talk to me amor. don't just be a big moody baby!" you cooed pinching her cheeks, squealing as suddenly you were beneath her, the older girl effortlessly swapping your positions now hovering over you.

"mi amor, mi vida, mi novia, mi corazón-" alexia pressed her lips against yours after each word, clearly making a point as her legs tangled with yours and her fingers interlocked pinning your hands either side of your head.

"-mi cariño, mi niña bonita, mi preciosa, mine." alexia rasped, finally kissing you properly as you shifted beneath her, her tongue slipping in and filthily roaming your mouth as you withheld the urge to moan.

the catalan pulling away both of your chests heaved and her thumb traced your bottom lip, tugging on it slightly as her soft hazel eyes roamed over every single inch of your face.

"mine." she whispered again, kissing you gently and letting go of your hands. her own slipping up the inside of your top you sighed contently, lips moving to your neck as her nose knocked against your jaw encouraging your head turn to give her more access.

"now bebita i think i have some goals to reward you for, no?"

[songmingisthighs]

Cornered

group : ateez

pairing : bf!mingi × reader × yeosang

genre : smut

wc : 3.9 k

tw : mdni, unprotected sex, consensual sex, explicit smut (voyeurism ??, mingi's kind of a cuck maybe ??, spitroasting, brief mention of yunho with a feetish, creampie, sloppy seconds, slight m × m, double stuffed), mingi and mc ganging up on yeosang, slightly more dominating mingi, can't think of anything else to warn :/

a/n : happy birthday my womp womp beefcake raccoon !!! i had planned this fic for a week maybe ? and i decided to just post this on yeosang's birthday as like a dedication thing and ofc i had to include mingi in this because who am i if not songmingisthighs ?? lmaoooo

a/a/n : it surprised me that i was able to finish this one so quick

buy me coffee ?

Yeosang felt odd from the moment he stepped into the dorm Mingi shared with San and Seonghwa. There was something about the aura that sent shivers down his spine.

He had received a text from Mingi, asking him to hang out at his place as his roommates would be out the whole night and they had no schedule the next day. So it was quite a surprise for Yeosang to see you on the couch, lounging before rushing to hug him as soon as you took notice of his arrival. He had assumed that the reason Mingi invited him in was because he had no one to accompany him. Apparently not.

What got him feeling even more odd was the fact that you were particularly touchy with him even if your boyfriend was pressed on your back with his arm slung around your shoulders.

It all came down to when the flustered Yeosang excused himself to grab some cold water. Thirsty, he excused himself, but the sight of you in Mingi's oversized t-shirt with what he had accidentally discovered a lack of bottom save for your panties when you oh-so-clumsily dropped his hand that you were playing with onto your lap, smack dab between your legs. He felt so wrong for having his heart beating out of his chest because it was his best friend's girlfriend and no matter how she was acting, albeit slightly too bravely. It reduced Yeosang to a fumbly, bumbly man who had to calm himself down.

Unbeknownst to him, you and Mingi were smirking at each other, knowing that your plan had worked. See, Mingi had a feeling that Yeosang was somewhat attracted to you as seen from the way he paid attention completely whenever you were talking or the way he brought you up in conversation especially when they were talking about interests. But one thing that struck most was the way Yeosang complimented you and then blushed. This intrigued Mingi and he proposed that you two allow Yeosang to have fun with the two of you.

Finalizing your plan, you and Mingi walked over to the kitchen where Yeosang was hunched over with his forehead pressed on the cold marble counter, trying to calm himself down.

Unfortunately, the slight touch of your hand on his shoulder caused his heart to jump and body to straighten out.

"Aww, are you nervous around me, Yeosangie?" you teased, a smirk etched on your face. Yeosang swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head but Mingi chuckled, cutting him off as he proceeded to step closer to him. "Come on, you can't even utter a word and we can see your dick twitching from accidentally touching my girl's pussy," he teased.

Yeosang's eyes widened and he looked down to his crotch almost immediately to see that there was in fact an imprint of his slowly hardening cock, prominent on his grey sweatpants. Yeosang kept staring at it in shame while your eyes sparkled with mischievous glint, almost mirroring the look on Mingi's face.

Realizing the fact that you and your boyfriend were looking at him like Siamese cats with a plan, Yeosang could only gulp nervously.

He had walked into a trap.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was a challenge trying to get Yeosang to break out of his shell because you know that he wanted to touch you as much as you wanted to touch him, if not more. He wouldn't even touch you even after Mingi told him that he could, not even when you riled him up by stripping (which was basically just you taking off the shirt you borrowed from Mingi) and plopping on his lap, and not even when you started making out with your boyfriend right up in his face with your tits groped and fondled by Mingi's rough hands.

The moans you were making sounded like music in Yeosang's ears and he couldn't help but be aroused seeing the way you and Mingi were enjoying each other as if he wasn't there. Little did he know (because he was too busy watching you), Mingi was keeping an eye on Yeosang the whole time, particularly his reaction. It was a known, unspoken secret between you two that your boyfriend has the tendency to get super risky when there are people around in case you both get caught because deep down (and by deep down, it's really just almost on the surface), Mingi is kind of a voyeur, that's why he told you about his observation over Yeosang because he found it hot that his friend wanted the girl he has.

With a soft touch, Mingi tapped your hip gently, signalling you to detach for a bit so he could nod in Yeosang's direction.

"I think Yeosangie feels a bit neglected," you smirked, now paying attention to him by pressing your body flush against him, your crotch right on his hardened cock and your arms around his shoulders, "I'm so sorry."

If Yeosang thought he was aroused when he was watching you and Mingi, he was now risking cumming in his pants because you had started sucking on the skin around his chest. God bless Yeosang in tank tops.

"Come on man, I know you want to touch (y/n), you're so red in the face and you're really straining from holding yourself back, just relax, let it be," Mingi smugly said as he positioned your hips outwards so you were in a kneeling position on top of Yeosang who couldn't help but let his breath hitch when Mingi started grinding his own erection on your clothed cunt. "I- I," Yeosang stuttered as his eyes rolled into the back of his head from the way your mouth was sucking a hickey at the base of his neck and your finger rolling his nipple over his tank top, "I just-" he tried finding an excuse but he couldn't think of anything because the reality was all three of the parties involved consented, all three parties wanted this, two parties are enjoying it, and one party is being too stubborn for his own good.

Yeosang almost let out a whine when you detached your lips from his skin but he held it in, even as you stared up at him with pleading doe eyes, "Don't you want to touch me, Yeosang? Don't you want me? Don't you like me?"Just that easily, Yeosang's resolve melted and he pulled you into a hungry kiss, eliciting a moan from your smirking mouth. Mingi, on the other hand, took this as a chance to move forward. With only your panties in the way, Mingi ripped the flimsy fabric off of you while simultaneously working to get his cock out of his pants, not even bothering to take them off completely. "Tell me what you want to do to my girlfriend," Mingi said directly to Yeosang as he rubbed his tip on your wet slit. "What?" Yeosang could barely answer as his senses were filled with you. "Tell me all the things you want to do to (y/n) and maybe, just maybe, I might let you do some of them," Mingi was fibbing a bit because he was definitely really going to let his friend do whatever he wanted to you. But he wasn't going to outrightly say it because he still should have all the power. "I-I-" Yeosang struggled to even clearly discern what exactly it was that he wanted because, in all honesty, he only cared about being inside you and feeling good, experiencing pleasure with you with or without Mingi. Although, the idea of Mingi being there and maybe even telling him what to do made his cock strain even more in his pants.

The snap of Mingi's fingers broke Yeosang's daze and he was met with the sight of Mingi raising an eyebrow at him, "Don't look at her, I'm the one in charge here." It was new to you but you found it really hot the way Mingi was talking about you as if you weren't being sandwiched between two men, on the verge of being fucked by your boyfriend while pleasuring his friend.

An idea suddenly popped into your head and you had to bite back a condescending chuckle at the expense of the poor man under you. "Oh baby, you don't really wanna do anything to me, do you? You want me to do things to you," and in the following moment, a breathy "Yes" escaped Yeosang's lips as if it was a sinful little confession, the same time Mingi groaned and pushed himself wholly inside you.

Yeosang's eyes widened and his jaw slacked because, in all honesty, he had somehow expected to not be able to see much but obviously, he was wrong. "Oh fuck," he gasped, "OH FUCK," he gasped again when he felt your hand on his bare cock. When did you got him out? Your hand had pushed the bottom of his top upwards, revealing his well-toned abs contracting as you began pumping him with your hand. "Yeosangie likes it," you teased, pushing your ass back onto Mingi to make room for yourself, "I guess we finally broke you, huh?" you teased one last time before taking Yeosang in your mouth and started bobbing your head mercilessly, loving the way he filled your mouth just perfectly as opposed to your overly endowed boyfriend who had started thrusting in you.

Yeosang never considered himself a pervert nor did he ever experience the desire to know his best friends' private matters. Literally private, he even walked away when Yunho talked about liking his toe sucked (although that might be because it was so out of pocket), but he couldn't deny loving seeing you sucking his dick while being fucked by Mingi's. It honestly made him wonder what other things you and Ming do and discuss in private because if this was just a glimpse of what you two are into, he could only imagine what other things you two might do. To him or otherwise.

The way you and Mingi were working together was nothing short of mesmerizing to Yeosang. You both were so in sync with your movements. He took notice of how Mingi's thrusts were adapting to the pace of your mouth, making his movements more languid and more unifying. He couldn't help but think that it was almost as if Mingi was pleasuring him with you and the thought effectively made him blush.

But soon enough all coherent thoughts were pushed away when your hands started fondling with his balls and you weren't shy with your movements either. "Fuck, baby he likes that," Mingi laughed, absolutely enjoying seeing his girl reducing one of his best friends into a panting, whiny mess. The more Yeosang groaned and whined, the more Mingi was riled up. His eyes darkened the moment he noticed that Yeosang had absolutely conceded with the way he gripped your hair and pushed your face even closer to his crotch, effectively forcing more of his length down your throat. Mingi wasn't worried about you handling his friend because he himself was a rough lover. You had taken and initiated a lot of things with Mingi, he had even experienced you using your safeword on him. So knowing your limitations and capabilities which, in his mind were superb, Mingi felt a sense of pride in sharing you. In a way, he was showing you off.

As shy as Yeosang is, he had to admit that the obscene sound of your pussy being abused by Mingi's cock and you choking on his dick, along with the feeling of drool trickling down his balls drove Yeosang to his first orgasm. Your eyes widened when you felt cum shoot down your throat without warning, causing your fingers to grip Yeosang's tensed thighs for support, your nails dug through his sweatpants only making his hips buck into your mouth. Other than the soft pants and occasional moans, the grunt Yeosang let out was probably the loudest sound he had made that night. Even as you let his softening dick out of your mouth and opt to lick him clean, Yeosang still kept the majority of his whimpers to himself.

"Fuck yes," Mingi panted, his nose twitching as his hips moved wildly, chasing his own high as to join Yeosang's high. "Don't cum (y/n), don't cum just yet, I want you to keep everything in until Yeosang gets to fuck you."

Once the words were processed in Yeosang's head, it felt as though his dick was going to come alive again. "What?" he asked at the same time you whined in displeasure, wanting to cum especially after Mingi and Yeosang got theirs. "You heard me," Mingi smirked, his grip tightening on your hips, caging them still as he sent thrust after thrust until his body suddenly tensed, shooting a warm stream of cum into your awaiting pussy. The feeling of being filled up sent shivers down your spine and it was torture for you because usually, you'd already been cumming at this point at least once or twice. Or thrice if Mingi was in the mood so it frustrated you that you were told you couldn't cum. The frustration brought tears to your eyes that were soon wiped by Yeosang's gentle thumb, causing you to crack a small smile.

Unfortunately, your moment was ripped away when Mingi pulled you up by the hair, allowing Yeosang's eyes to zero in on your crotch, particularly the way your cunt was swallowing Mingi's above-average size, some of Mingi's cum spilt despite you being plugged full. Mingi didn't miss the way Yeosang's tongue darted out as if wanting to have a taste, of your cunt, the cum, or even Mingi inside you was unsure but there was a clear desire in his eyes that not even he wanted to hide anymore.

"Now, you get your turn," Mingi stated directly to Yeosang in a way that was almost hypnotizing that he didn't realize Mingi's hand had wandered to his cock that twitched in his touch. Yeosang's toes curled the more he thought about the fact that his friend had a hand on his cock, trying to get it back to erect while his girlfriend stood between them, grinding her hips to get some friction, looking at him as she bit her bottom lip as if it wouldn't affect Yeosang even in the smallest of ways.

Without wasting any more time, Yeosang pushed his body off Mingi's bed to take off his sweatpants quickly and captured your lips in a searing kiss again, enjoying your enthusiasm along with your boyfriend's ministration on him. "You're driving me crazy," Yeosang said against your lips, momentarily shifting his gaze at Mingi who was staring deeply into his eyes, "Both of you," he finalized, confessing how he was feeling.

Proud, Mingi squeezed Yeosang's cock once before sliding his out of you, "Stuff her," he commanded, "Stuff her before my cum leaks out." Thankfully, Yeosang's brain was intact enough to comply and within seconds, your head rolled back to your boyfriend's chest as Yeosang filled you in. It was obvious even from the first push that Yeosang's cock was nowhere the size of Mingi but what he lacked in girth, he made up in length. Yeosang, for the first time that night, almost broke his demeanour as he bit back a smug smirk when he saw you shudder the moment his tip kissed your cervix. The feel and the notion that it was Yeosang stuffing you with your boyfriend pressed to your back was what gave you the feeling.

The cum Mingi dumped in you served as a lubricant, allowing Yeosang to immediately started thrusting in you. Before, when you were still discussing with Mingi about this opportunity, you only imagined what Yeosang would be like but now, you can definitely say that Yeosang was more on the softer and sensual side which was a refreshing change because Mingi is passionate and aggressive.

"Fuck, that feels good, Sangie," you exhaled breathily with a satisfied grin on your face, not even realizing that you were practically using Mingi as a wall with Yeosang thrusting into you and his lips on your shoulder, leaving marks from him biting and sucking that would remind you for the next few days that another man had touched you under the watchful eyes of your boyfriend. "He knows what he's doing, huh?" Mingi teased, slipping a hand down to circle your clit with his middle finger, purposefully letting his touch graze Yeosang's cock every time it moved in and out of you. "He really does, baby, God, had I known-ah- that he'd feel this good I would've asked to fuck him a long time ago," you moaned, lifting a leg to hook around Yeosang's slim waist to get more access of him. You didn't even care that you were making a mess on Mingi's bed by letting his cum drip down to his sheets. To be fair, any concern regarding the sheets would've been gone the moment you and Mingi pushed Yeosang onto the bed. Thank God he's so pliable.

Yeosang happily anchored your leg with his hand, as he thrust harder, the way you talked about him with your boyfriend made him more desperate, particularly about the fact that he could've fucked you sooner had he shown any sort of interest in the matter. Luckily, it was better late than never.

"You know what would make it feel even better?" Mingi smirked.

You and Yeosang's bodies froze when you felt Mingi tapping the tip of his cock against your entrance. While you were simply caught off-guard especially since you were in such a deep sex haze, Yeosang was surprised by two things; the fact that Mingi would want to share you to this extent, and the fact that having two cocks in you at the same time seemed like a normal occurrence to you. The way Yeosang was looking at Mingi worriedly made the taller man want to pinch his cheek and call him cute. "Don't worry man, (y/n) can handle this," and with that, he began pushing inside you, skin to skin with Yeosang.

The pleasure Yeosang felt was unlike any he had experienced. There was this biting tension building in the pit of Yeosang's stomach simply from the way Mingi's cock felt dragging against his on top of feeling the tightness that closed in more and more when Mingi kept going.

You were faring no better.

Your eyes had rolled back into your skull and the leg that was around Yeosang's waist hooked him in even tighter as if you didn't want to let go. The position allowed Mingi to enter at a better angle and easier but the drag was still excruciatingly delicious.

Once Mingi pushed all the way in (as far as he could without making it impossible for any one of you to move), the three of you simply stayed in that position for a while, waiting for you to get used to having two men inside you first. Yeosang had the advantage of seeing your dicked out pussy and he felt both shame and arousal from enjoying the view.

"Holy- (y/n), you're so full," he said breathily, experimenting to see what would happen if he moved and when your knees buckled slightly, he immediately pushed his body flush to your front so you were effectively sandwiched between two men, "I got you," he ensured, arms enveloping your body.

Seeing as you and Yeosang were getting comfortable, Mingi huffed before he too started moving, setting a pace for everyone. The first few thrusts were rather slow and prolonged but the more your moans got louder, the harder the thrusts became. It came to the point where there were no real words coming out of either one of your mouths, only pants, grunts, groans, and moans. The sounds and smell of sex mixing together made Mingi think that he would be thinking about this moment for quite some time but he couldn't say that he was opposed to it because he wasn't.

"I need to cum," You whined, lifting your head that had dropped to Yeosang's shoulder to look at him, "Help me," you pleaded. Yeosang, too focused on fucking you, was momentarily confused. It wasn't until you took his hand and put his middle and pointer fingers in your mouth, licking and sucking on the digits, did he realize what you were asking of him. "Please," you almost whimpered pathetically. Yeosang's fingers went to immediate work on your swollen bundle of nerves, having it rub against his toned abs caused you to be more needy.

Between the two men, you were reduced to nothing but a doll for them to enjoy. Not that you were complaining because everything just felt all too good. Your boyfriend was practically rearranging your guts with his friend and his friend was helping you chase your orgasm.

"Mingi," you whined, "N-need to let go now," your hips were moving on their own to chase the high from both men's cocks and Yeosang's fingers. Surprisingly, Mingi gave Yeosang a knowing look, letting his friend know that he was sharing the control which was a good thing for you because Yeosang didn't even hesitate to nod. In fact, he was nodding eagerly, wanting to experience your release while he was still inside you. "Do it, cum (y/n), cum for us, cum for Mingi and me."

The way Yeosang spoke drove you straight over the edge and your legs snapped shut as you finally climaxed. Yeosang's breath hitched the moment your pussy contracted, forcing his cock to halt its movement and his hand to be stuck between your bodies. Unlike him, Mingi never stopped thrusting even when it became hard, he settled for a slower pace as long as there was still stimulation and it was a good thing that he did because thanks to his relentlessness, Yeosang was reaching his high. He almost came with Mingi who was already stuffing his second load in you but he had the good sense to pull out.

Just as he was halfway out, you whined and took a harsh grip on the hair on the back of his head. "No," you frowned, "Inside me," the demand was clear but Yeosang was still unsure. Despite his release teetering over the edge, he still took you and your boyfriend into consideration. Luckily, before he could do anything else, Mingi reached around and pulled Yeosang by grabbing his ass and shoving himself back into you so he could release inside of you. You gasped and your muscles contracted once again, causing Yeosang's cock to twitch and finally let go deep inside you. The thought of his cum mixing with Mingi's made him blush because, despite everything that had happened already, that one part will remain in his head the longest.

Neither of you dared to move; you due to still calming down, Mingi due to replaying moments and scenes in his head, and Yeosang due to wanting the moment to last longer.

Never would have Yeosang imagined that he'd be glad that he was cornered. The only thing he could wish for was for it to happen again. Little did he know that his wishful thinking was shared with the couple in front of him. It was just a matter of when they could corner him again.

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU

shinso x reader

thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.

lovey dovey stuff, teenagers suck but love can be a beautiful thing <3

a/n: you guys ate up every summertime and started SLEEPING on NIKI. go listen to her music rn >:( song is backburner

a/n: me writing about the men who will treat me right (they literally don’t exist)

hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.

hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.

hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.

hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?

hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.

hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.

[nebbyy]

 Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

A/N: I haven’t got much to say this time, just a reminder that requests are open and will remain this way for some weeks at the very least:))

Warning: absolutely none (maybe some swearing? But like, two bad words), just pure fluff. Also, reader uses female pronouns

It was kind of against your destiny to fall in love: Aphrodite is bound to never return Hephaestus’ love, so that they’re stuck in a loveless marriage. With the two of you, it’s the total opposite

The exact same MOMENT you see the boy in camp, disheveled look, face covered in machine oil and dust, you’re, absolutely smitten

It’s the classical “she fell first, he fell harder” type of trope

He notices you pretty early on too, but he doesn’t even try to approach you at first

I mean, no way that the prettiest child of Aphrodite could ever even look into his direction, you’re wayyyy over his league

It takes Piper’s help to start things up, when she accidentally stumbles upon Leo while she was taking a walk around camp. “Oh how rude of me. Y/N, this is my best friend, Leo”

It would be embarrassing to write down just how much he’s stumbled on his words the first time the two of you talked, just because of how he was absolutely captured by your godly beauty

He comes to find that you’re also a lot more than you’re looks: you’re funny, smart, clever, strong as fuck, and one of the best friends Leo has ever known

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he’s completely and irrevocably in love with you, but oh boy how long does it take him to confess it to you

He had prepared this big, fancy plan to take you by the beach, with candles all around, a circle of rose petals and in the center of it a picnic filled with all of your favorite foods waiting to be devoured

Too bad he didn’t check the weather that morning, or he would’ve seen that a storm was expected right on that evening. He might’ve asked for Percy’s or Jason’s help too, maybe they could’ve done some big-god shit to prevent the rain

Nevertheless, you both found yourself soaked wet, standing by a line of extinguished candles, the petals long gone with the wind, and the food watered down to a soup

He wanted to drown himself in the sea right then and there, but he was quickly stopped by your laugh coming from behind him

Oh gods, where you making fun of him? Did you figure out what his intentions were? It must’ve been it, I mean, how could you ever want to have anything to do with him other than simple friendship, he’s been so stupid so reckles-

His track of thoughts was interrupted by your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a loving kiss, your skilled lips so soft and comforting against his much inexperienced ones

“You could’ve just told me you liked me at Camp, you know.”

“Wait, was it that simple?”

You laughed again shaking your head at his cluelessness, and he swore the sound of your laugh could’ve been the only thing he needed to live from that moment on

Okay no maybe food too, but you get the idea

You spend most of the time chilling in cabin 9 while he works on his projects, chilling in his bed or peaking at what he was doing

He definitely calls you dove for obvious reasons

Best believe that as soon as you guys are a thing all his flirting with every girl that moves is OVER my boy does not come from the streets he’s a loyal mf

After the curfew you usually sneak out to chill in some secluded area in the forest, and cuddle for hours in the moonlight

And whenever it rains, you waste no time to go at the beach and dance in the rain, reminiscing about the day you two got together

Oh, and get ready to see Leo as an emotional wreck anytime one of you is on a quest, when he’s unable to text you or hear anything from you for days or even WEEKS

He’s sure that’s worse than Prometheus’ destiny

Overall it’s like a golden retriever - siamese cat relationship, 10/10 would recommend

[jungle-angel]

One cold, cold night (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob share a beautiful moment when you're finally able to settle in Montana

Warnings: Light smut (18+ ONLY)

You were shivering uncontrollably when you got out of the bath, emerging into yours and Bob's shared bedroom. Your teeth were like machine gun fire, even as Bob pulled your warm flannel pjs off the heater and handed them to you.

"You get in those sweet pea," Bob told you. "I'll get the woodstove going downstairs."

"You sure?"

"Positive," Bob answered assuringly. "I'll load it up so that it'll burn all night and we can reload it in the morning."

You trembled horribly as you dropped your towel and tossed it in the laundry hamper, slipping quickly, first into a fresh set of underwear and then the pale pink and black flannel pjs. It felt like heaven, the warm material heating up your skin which caused goosebumps to rise. It felt good to turn down the thick duvet and the flannel sheets, crawling into the one spot in your house that truly felt like home.

You heard a familiar meow in the hallways as Thunder, the Siamese cat, poked his head in and jumped up onto the bed with you, purring happily as you scratched his pointed ears. Bob returned a few minutes later to crawl in beside you, turning on the tv that was mounted on the wall near the bed.

"Wanna do a Disney movie?" he asked, pulling you close to him.

"Whatcha thinkin?"

"Well," he said. "Since it's snowing and it's already November, I'm thinking, Nightmare Before Christmas?"

"Deal!"

You both settled in to watch the movie with Thunder in between you both. The dogs had been crated for the night, kept warm in their kennels as they went to sleep, leaving plenty of time for you and Bob to relax.

"You happy here in Montana (y/n)?" Bob mumbled.

"Of course I am," you answered. "Why?"

"I was just trying not to think about California on the way home from town today," Bob explained. "I know it was a big part of our lives but...."

"But what?"

"Well," Bob sighed. "I keep thinking about the rest of the guys. I worry that they're not gonna make it up here."

You shifted up and kissed your husband sweetly on the lips. "They will," you said, your voice full of promise. "You know they will."

Bob kept hoping so. He knew deep down that moving to Montana was what was best for both you and him. The rest of the squad was beginning to see it too. Hell, he had gotten a FaceTime call from Rooster the other day saying that he and Rusty wouldn't be able to afford the Navy housing and neither would Maverick and Penny who had Amelia and two more little mouths to feed in the house. No one knew what would happen to The Hard Deck either. It broke Penny's heart to even think about it, her livelihood having to be sold to Jimmy in order to make the move. Phoenix and her fiancé Cole didn't have it any easier either, the stress of his frequent missions creeping its way in, even when they weren't that long to begin with.

You moved to straddle Bob's waist so that you were laying on top of him, kissing him deeply along his jaw and down his neck. Your hands roamed up and down each other's bodies with yours slipping under the hem of his pajama shirt and undoing the buttons so that you could kiss his chest.

"Oh baby," he moaned. "You're so good to me."

You smiled into your kiss as you pulled the covers up over the both of you. "We're good to each other Bob," you cooed, kissing him again. "That's all that matters."

And he knew full well that it did and always would.

[cheollipop]

idk if u r into pegging so feel free 2 ignore this.. but pegging wooyoung basically never leaves my mind and i saw this vid on twt of a guy bent over the arm of a couch getting pegged while the girl had him on a leash and all i could think of was fucking fox!wooyoung😫😫 he’d be so cute and whiny ughh i just needed 2 share this thought…

finally, I can sit down and write something for this delicious image you've put in my head *evil laugh echoes in my small room* dallas.... let me give you a smooch 😽 I really hope you like this~

(this is the first time I write something like this so I really hope it's not shit-)

nsfw under cut—minors dni!!

heavy breathing and steady shuffling cut through the silence in the sunlit living room, two pairs of shoes haphazardly thrown off at the entrance and clothes strewn all over the furniture—wooyoung's shirt hanging off the empty flower vase on the coffee table, his pants thrown over the loveseat opposite to where he splayed out on the couch, his nipples rubbing over the armrest with every forward rock of his body.

sliding the lubed strap out of him, you rocked back onto your heels to watch wooyoung’s puckered hole clench uselessly. your thumbs dug into the flesh of his ass to spread him open, leaning forward and dropping a wad of spit over the stretched rim. his tail wagged erratically in front of you, a desperate whine ripping through his chest while his cock—red and angry, leaking precum onto the couch under him while swaying between his legs.

"p-please, fuck me, please-"

you reached for the discarded leash lining his arched spine, tugging harshly until his head jerked backward with a choked sob. "bad boys don't get to speak, do they?" you slapped the silicone head over his rim, spreading the lube around as he tried to suck you back inside.

he shivered under you, his mind wandering back to the cat hybrid he'd seen at the park, red coating the siamese's face while wooyoung rutted against him, staring back at the fox with equal want.

his airflow restricted with another firm tug to the collar around his neck, the leather leash wrapped around your hand as you pulled wooyoung's head back. "I asked you a question."

"b-but... 'm not a bad boy," he muttered, pushing his hips back into you, the ribbed exterior of the dildo rubbing over his hole.

"you aren't?" you leaned over his body, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his cock, smirking at the whimper leaving his lips. "one look at the pretty kitty's dimples and you couldn't wait to get your dick wet—that's not very good, is it now?"

wooyoung's ears flattened over his head, "youngie's a good boy," he mumbled weakly.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, leaning back and aligning yourself with his entrance again. you watched his tail straighten up, his ears twitching as you slipped back inside him, the uncontrolled trembling of his thighs urging you to move. you gave a few harsh thrusts, purposely angling your hips upwards to press into wooyoung's swollen gland. "good boys can cum like this, can youngie do that for me?"

a quick echo of "yes" and "please" was enough to put an end to your teasing, relentlessly driving your hips into the fox hybrid and reveling in the frantic moans you pulled from him. your free hand smoothed down his back, digging your thumb into his dimples of venus before wrapping your fingers around the base of his tail.

"fuck! please, please, I-I can’t-" he cried out, broken ah's ripping through his chest as pleasure seared through his body, the silicone tip pressing into his prostate with every roll of your hips, his cock swinging uselessly between his legs. "g-gonna cum-"

your fist tightened around his tail, tugging once, twice, before a stream of white painted the cushions under him, his cock rocking with every forward jerk of his body. his muscles seized up as his orgasm washed over him, his walls clenching around you and restricting your movement. you loosened your grip around the leash, watching as wooyoung's head lowered onto the arm of the couch to muffle his voice, the sound gravelly and broken while you continued to roll your hips into his used hole.

his cock twitched weakly, a few pathetic spurts of cum dribbling out of the angry head before shots of painful pleasure jolted his hips away from you, his hand reaching back to paw at your thighs.

"please, t-too much- a-ah! 'hurts-"

you grinded into him despite the pleas, waiting until his head turned sideways—teary eyes and wet cheeks peeking at you over his shoulder. slowly sliding the length out of him, you sat back go watch his gaping hole flutter around air, his softening cock dripping with cum while it remained untouched between his legs.

you drew a line of kisses over the back of his spasming thighs and up to his ass, licking a stripe around his swollen rim before pulling away, the corners of your lips tugging upwards at the pained whimper sounding from below. the fox hybrid looked content, having had his cock milked from getting thoroughly fucked, lying in a puddle of his own cum and sweat.

your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching behind his perked-up ears until he nuzzled into your palm. a soft smile graced your lips, a tender peck planted on wooyoung's forehead while you spoke, "my good boy."

[f1-disaster-bi]

Box, Box - Secretly Married au drabble

Daniel stood up from the sofa and stretched. He yawned as he didn't, left hand absently scratching at his stomach as his t-shirt rode up.

He couldn't help but smile as he turned back towards the couch where Lando was sleeping. He'd fallen asleep halfway through the movie after insisting he had wanted to watch it. He was curled up, drowning in one of Daniels oversized hoodies and some Enchante shorts. His face half buried in the pillows under his head as he snored softly.

He looked peaceful and adorable.

The only thing that looked even cuter than him was their little eight month old Siamese kitten, Pit. Pit was curled up against Lando's chest, half tucked under his chin. When Daniel had moved, she had lifted her little cream head and blinked sleepily with blue eyes before moving to stretch.

"Box, box, Pit", Daniel whispered, not wanting to wake up Lando. As soon as he had said those words, Pit was stretching again and moving, trotting off down the hallway of their apartment, leaving Daniel to carefully lift Lando into his arms.

"What's happening?" Lando slurred, pushing his face against Daniel's shoulder with a whine.

"Takin' you to bed, sleepy head", Daniel laughed softly, kissing his head, using his elbow to turn off lights as he went.

When they made it to the bedroom, Lando was dozing once more, and Pit was waiting for them. She was curled up on her little blanket at the end of the bed, washing her face and looking so innocent when Daniel knew she'd end up on one of their pillows in the next few hours.

"Good girl, Pit", Lando murmured as Daniel set him down, taking a moment to scratch at her ears and give her a little kiss before he stripped off the hoodie and fell into bed, "Danny, cuddles"

"Your father is almost as demanding as you are", Daniel said to Pit, who made a little "mreow" sound at him that Daniel accepted as confirmation before he crawled into bed.

In the end, Lando got his cuddles, and Daniel got a mouthful of tail when he woke up to Pit worming her way onto his pillow at 4am.

[dantesunbreaker]

All Eyes on Me (NSFW: Papa Emeritus IV x Transmale Reader)

As a transmasc person with major chest dysphoria, even after top surgery, I struggle with being exposed to anyone in an intimate way! So if anyone else feels the same, this is for you! That being said this could also be read as being pre top surgery.

You and Copia have been together for a few months, but something keeps holding you back from taking the relationship to the next level. But don't worry, Papa is there to put all your fears to rest. (5.7K Words)

As you check the time once more, tired of waiting, you almost consider deciding to just call the night in early. It was a night of grand ceremonious celebration. All in honor of Papa Emeritus IV,  the former Cardinal Copia. Your sweet, lovable Copia. The very Copia that with reassurance in the form of a peck on the lips sent you off to his chambers with the vow to be there to join you shortly. Promises of a night of relaxation, watching Netflix or playing video games in each other's company. That was two hours ago.

Of course you can’t really say this is exactly unexpected. Copia, despite all his quirky charm, is and always will be a horrible judge of time. Knowing you would have plenty of time to kill, your first move upon entering the Papal suite was to take advantage of Copia’s luxurious tub. Frilly soaps and oils included. Sure, you know that if you were to ask, Copia would gladly let you make use of the tub anytime you so desired. But it was far more thrilling to feel that you were getting away with something secret. 

After the water had lost its relaxing heat, you pulled the plug to let the water drain and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around yourself before making your way to the wardrobe. Though your relationship with Copia was fairly fresh, around only four months or so, you already spent more of your time in his suite than in your own quarters. You have two drawers in the dresser dedicated completely for your clothing. Which is where you pull fresh undergarments and clothes from. A pair of well worn gray sweats and an oversized shirt that hangs just past your hips. Cozy. Comfortable.

That all accounted for the first hour spent in wait. For your next portion of time you took to the cages in the far corner of the room. Copia’s sweet and precious little babies. You could say you probably love those rats just as much as Copia. It is your favorite nightly routine to feed the little pack, taking each of them out for their own little cuddle session. Though, you hate to admit, you always give special attention to your own personal baby. 

Copia had come to your room one day, hands behind his back as he nervously shifted from foot to foot before thrusting a chunky siamese rat out towards you. I saw this little friend and thought of you and...I thought maybe you might like a little critter friend of your own? You always chuckle at the memory of Copia’s stammering, even as you took your child from his hands. And ever since, you’ve had your sweet little Gouda.

But once the rats are fed, after Gouda has fallen asleep on your chest, you give him one last gentle pat on the head before returning him to his hammock. You are restless. Officially out of productive tasks to occupy the time. And thus you find yourself plopped unceremoniously on the couch scrolling through your phone, constantly checking the time. How much longer does Papa need to entertain guests? But just as you rise from the couch, giving up to retreat to the bed, you hear the subtle click of the door opening.

“Amore?” The soft hum of Copia’s voice has you leaping across the floor just as the door swings open enough for him to step through. 

Not even two seconds pass as the door shuts before you are throwing yourself straight into Copia’s chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around you at the impact. Though you have slightly knocked the wind out of him, Copia gives a warm laugh before leaning in to greet you with a kiss.

A soft pop sounds off as you break apart. “Sorry to have kept you waiting,” Copia gives a sheepish smile, gazing down into your eyes in a silent plea for forgiveness.

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” 

Visible tension seems to instantly drop off Copia’s shoulders as he gives a sigh, eyes closing as he presses his forehead against yours. Adoration warms your heart as you slide your hands under his sparkling golden jacket, slowly pushing it off his shoulders. Space is made between you, Copia watching you with a fond smile as you take the expensive coat to hang it back inside the wardrobe with the others. When you turn back around, Copia is unbuttoning his vest with his back to you.

You wrap your arms around Copia’s middle, hands splayed across his soft tummy as you press your face against his back. With a warm laugh, Copia turns in your arms to capture your lips in a heated kiss that leaves you melting. Paint is surely transferring from his lips to yours, but you can hardly find it in yourself to care. Especially not when Copia pushes forward, backing you both up until your back hits the wall with a dull thud. Gloved hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. But they don’t stay there long. Instead Copia’s hands travel down the length of your body, hooking around you and pulling you flush against him. Your hips grind together in a way that has you panting against his mouth whenever you part for breath, heart beating faster with excitement. In all the months together, you and Copia had never gotten past this point. You want this. You want him. But... Something always stops you.

Really, you do want this, more than anything you want to be with your sweet Copia in the most intimate way possible. But fear has a death’s clutch around your heart. What would he think when he saw you laid out bare, when he saw you for what you truly are. Would he think you a freak like so many had before? Just the thought is nearly enough to shatter you.

As Copia gives a teasing nibble to your bottom lip, you whine and place both hands square against his chest and give a solid push to create space between you. Instantly his lips pull from yours and his frantic eyes lift to read your expression. 

“Did I misread, caro?” Copia’s eyes turn soft with concern, yet he fidgets nervously with his hands as he takes an extra step back to give you more room. “Do you not want this?” You can almost hear the unspoken question: you do not want him. Of course you want him.

Despite being the leader of a Satanic church, Copia is far too sweet and innocent for his own good. You wish that you could personally slap Nihil and every other person that ever made this man feel anything other than loved and cherished. He deserves so much more. More than you think you could ever provide.

“No!” You shout too quickly, immediately realizing that for the mistake it is as Copia begins to pull further away. “No, wait,” you grab at his wrists to hold him in place. “I mean, no you didn’t read anything wrong. Just.. I guess you could say that I am..afraid.”

Before you can even blink an eye you are wrapped tight in Copia’s embrace, head tucked carefully under his chin. Surrounded by everything that is him. The steady thump of his heart seems to sing you a soothing melody that settles your nerves.

“There is nothing to be afraid of, topolino,” Copia hums softly before pulling back to look into your eyes. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, si?” A silent nod is his answer. “So tell me amore mio, what bothers you? Tell Papa so he may put those fears to rest.”

Insecurity has you mumbling out your next words, hoping the attempt alone would be enough and Copia would not press the issue further. A futile effort.

“What was that, amore?” So pure and innocent, Copia leans down and tilts an ear in your direction in an attempt to hear better. Clueless you had purposely spoken so softly. “You will have to speak up, caro. Unfortunately my hearing is not quite what it used to be.”

You let out a long and loud sigh, closing both eyes tight and squeezing Copia’s hands in a near vice like grip. It’s now or never. The point of no return. Sending a silent prayer to the Dark Lord below, you open your eyes and prepare for the fantasy world you have been living in to come crumbling down.

“C... I’m not like other guys,” you speak slowly and try to focus on anything other than those heterochromatic eyes that watch you with great interest. Copia opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly cut him off before you lose your courage. “I know what you want to say: that is why you love me and not them. But it’s more than just that Copia. I.. I uh...I wasn’t born like this,” with a frown you release one of his hands to vaguely gesture down at your body. You wipe a stray tear away before it can travel too far. “I wasn’t born a boy. I wasn’t raised as a boy. I.. I don’t have..” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, but you motion to the space between your legs.

Silence stretches on for an uncomfortable amount of time. Anxiously worried, you dare to sneak a glance up at the face of the man before you. You watch his mouth open and close repeatedly as if somehow it would make the words come easier to him. It is almost like you can see the gears and cogs turning in his head to fully process what you have said. But then Copia’s eyes go wide as a small gasp of understanding slips out. Hands reach out to you, wrapping around you to pull you back into his chest. One hand cradles the back of your neck, keeping you close to him while the other rests on the small of your back.

“Oh amore,” Copia’s voice is unlike you have ever heard before, holding you so close as if he were afraid you would suddenly fly away. “Nothing about your body could ever change the way I feel about you. I do not care about, oh how do they say it - what parts you have. You are perfect just the way you are. Please, never again be afraid of how I will think of your body. It will always be the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes upon.”

Copia carefully pulls away just enough so that he may look down upon your face. Your eyes are wide and threatening to spill over with a heavy current of tears. But the soft leather of Copia’s gloves meets your cheeks as his thumbs brush the tears away before they have a chance to fall.

“Will you allow me to show you how beautiful and handsome you truly are, amore mio?” Your face remains cradled in his hands as his eyes carefully study your face, watching for even the faintest hint of doubt or discomfort. Licking your suddenly dry lips, you give a quick nod. “Words, caro. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes,” you are surprised by the sultry huskiness of your own voice. “I want you to show me. I want you, Copia.”

Lips immediately come crashing upon your own, teeth biting at your bottom lip until you allow Copia’s tongue to invade your mouth. Firm hands grab ahold of your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh and drag you flush against Copia’s own hips. Feeling the firm bulge pressing against you has you sighing out a breathless moan against Copia’s mouth. But you want more. No, you NEED more. Grabbing a fistful of soft graying hair, you pull him impossibly deeper into the searing kiss. Nothing has ever felt so exhilarating. Yet all too soon you feel Copia pulling away, a thin string of saliva briefly bridging the gap between you before it breaks away.

With hair disheveled, cheeks flushed a near glowing shade of pink beneath his now smudged paints, Copia stares into you with eyes clouded over with lust. But you can still see the questions in his gaze. Are you still okay with this? Does he need to take it slower? You’re fisting his shirt in desperation to pull him back to you. Copia’s shallow laugh tells you his concerns have been put to rest as he slides his hands to circle around the upper part of your arms.

“Perhaps,” Copia begins softly, massaging your arms to ground you in the moment. “We should take this to somewhere a bit more cozy, si?”

“Yes, please take me to bed Papa,” it’s a tease using Copia’s official title like that, knowing that it drives him wild. 

Emboldened, Copia lets out a near growl of a moan as he is suddenly lifting you by the back of the thighs, carrying you towards his bed. Giggles escape you, aroused by the display of strength yet also worrying that your poor old man is going to hurt himself. You aren’t exactly tiny.

"Papa, don't hurt yourself!" It squeaks past your lips just as you are being thrown onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress and bounces, once, twice, before you settle into the silk sheets. 

But Copia is having none of that. Tonight he feels young and in his prime, ready to go absolutely feral as he ravages your body. Only you can make him feel this way. With bated breath, you gaze up at him from your spot amongst the pillows. There is an undeniable hunger held behind those striking eyes. Looking like a predator stalking its prey, Copia crawls the length of the bed to settle himself between your parted thighs. Heat pools at your core, desperation and need leaving you keening as Copia closes the space between you.

Lips are on you, fiery and urgent. Teeth graze with gentle teasing swipes at your lips as Copia keeps from setting any particular rhythm or pace. Strong hands start at your face, cupping your jaw and holding you to him as he flicks his tongue into your mouth. Massaging soft circles into your tongue with his own. But Copia doesn’t stop there. No. His hands travel down to your waist, giving a firm squeeze to the soft supple flesh that has you arching up into him.

Locked in your heated kiss, Copia reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly easing it up over your waist. But your breath catches in your throat as you're suddenly clutching at his hands. Startled, Copia pulls away from the kiss, hands held up in a display of surrender and looks at you with wide scared eyes.

"Have I done something wrong, amore?" You hate seeing that look of uncertainty in those beautiful dual colored eyes.

You're smoothing your shirt back down before you can bring yourself to answer, guilt eating you at the thought of scaring Copia into thinking he had done something wrong. He wasn't the issue. He could never be the issue. Just...why couldn't you be normal?

"No, C, you didn't do anything wrong," you worry your bottom lip between your teeth as your hands stay wrangled in the bottom edge of your shirt. "Just uh, can the shirt stay on? Please?"

It's almost just as heart shattering to see the look of pure adoration he gives you as he leans in to cup your cheeks. 

"Of course! Anything to make you feel safe and comfortable amore mio," Copia punctuates his statement with a soft grazing kiss to your lips. "Whatever you require of me to do or not to do you have but to ask. In this bed, Papa is but a servant to you and only you. You are the temple at which I worship."

Had your cheeks not already been flushed, they certainly were now. There isn't a single time before this man that you have ever felt so desired by another person. None have ever made you feel so much while saying so little. 

"Now let us try again, si?" He waits for your silent nod.

One hand stays to hold your cheek while the other once more travels back down your body. Moving past your waist, past your shirt, Copia instead palms your thigh and tucks it up against him. Tilting your head to the side, Copia begins to assault your neck with feverish kisses. With a moan you thread your fingers through his thick locks and hold him close to you. 

Copia waits until your head is thrown back, drunk off the feeling of his lips and tongue on you before he moves back to the hem of your shirt. Although he moves his fingers underneath the fabric once again, you remain calm. You trust him. And instead of sliding the piece of clothing up, Copia instead hooks into the waist of your pants. Though still a tad bit apprehensive, you let the man above you slowly reveal you inch by inch. 

Just before Copia unveils your most intimate of parts, he pulls back from your reddened lips to watch your eyes. His breathing is heavy, once slick combed back hair tousled and flicked out at the sides. Once clear black and white lines of paint are now smudged into a blend of gray around his lips and cheeks. You don't think Copia has ever looked better than at this moment. 

"Are you sure you are ready for this, amore?" He is giving you an out. Though you know Copia would stop at a moment's notice if  you were to express discomfort, you know he wants you to have this one final moment of clarity. One last time to pull away with a clear head.

"Yes, C, I need you now," one of your hands slides up to trace over the buttons of his shirt. With only a few precise movements, you manage to open the top three buttons, exposing Copia's neck and collarbone.

That's all Copia needs before both sweatpants and underwear are ripped down past your knees. Hungry eyes stay locked with yours as Copia settles back on his knees, taking one leg into his lap at a time. Gentle hands raise your calf level with his chin, leaning in, pressing open mouth kisses along the length of your leg as he pulls the limb free from its cloth prison. Teeth nip playfully at the sensitive skin around your knees in a way that has you nearly kicking Copia in the head in a knee jerk reaction while you let out a half gasping moan. Teasing bastard. Your other leg gets the same treatment, if not even more as Copia pays extra attention to the thick muscle of your inner thigh. Sucking and biting in one particular spot to the point you are sure it will still bare the marks come morning.

It feels like your heart stops as those eyes flick up to fix you with a dangerous gaze. Copia looks ravenous, stalking up your body, parting your legs wide enough for him to settle between them. Face hovering just above the juncture of your thighs. Just the feeling of his breath tickling your hot sensitive skin has you writhing and desperate for more.

“Amore,” Copia waits until your eyes can hold focus on him, keeping his body from connecting with you just yet. With a huff of breath, you bite your bottom lip and try to ignore the throbbing in your core. “If I do anything, touch anywhere that you do not like you must tell me, si? Tonight is all about your pleasure. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Before you can let out the breath you had been holding, Copia’s mouth is suddenly upon you. With tongue flat and wide, Copia gives one slow saint bernard lick up the length of your entrance. Your thighs attempt to snap closed of their own accord. But firm hands hold them open wide and down with an iron-like grip. Lapping gently at your folds, Copia coaxes you closer and closer to the mind shattering bliss you now so desperately crave. 

When your aching bundle of nerves is enveloped in the soft warm heat of Copia’s mouth you are nearly in tears, crying out as you grab at his hair as if it were a life line. Unsure if you want to pull him closer or to push him away, you simply just hold Copia in place, as if his hair were a set of reins. Copia grins into your sex, sucking on your length as if his life depended on it. Your hips arch up as you pull down, forcing him to take more of you into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, C!” With your head thrown back, you moan out from the pleasure he gives you. But too soon it all feels like too much.

Copia is already pulling off you with an obscene pop before you think to even warn him about the oversensitivity crashing over you. Always one step ahead of knowing what you need. Dropping your gaze, you watch a thin river of drool cascade down his chin as he slides one hand off your hip.

“You’re so big, amore,” Copia gives gentle praise to the effect hormones have taken on your body. One hand lifts to his mouth, teeth pulling free his glove before it’s tossed across the room. “And your taste, simply divine.”

Without much warning, Copia’s hand traces up the drenched seam of your entrance, gathering up a liberal amount of your juices. And then one digit slides knuckle deep inside in a fraction of a second.Your mouth gapes open in a noiseless moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion. Releasing your hold on him, you flop back onto the mattress as if you were suddenly dead weight. Giving an experimental pump of his finger, Copia moves up your body. Resting his weight on one elbow, Copia hovers over you to watch your face twist in pleasure as he stretches you open. 

Nearly drunk off the noises you make, Copia dares to add a second finger to your sopping wet heat, delighted by the squeal you give as you’re fisting the sheets below you. You take all he gives you so well. Leaning in, Copia nuzzles into your neck before his teeth lightly sink in, quickly soothing the pain away with soft laps of his tongue. Keening under Copia and his careful ministrations, you feel that all too familiar coil inside you threatening to snap.

“Oh, C,” you try to moan to him. “I’m..I’m close, please!”

Copia captures your lips in a branding kiss. Silencing your further moans, his fingers move faster in and out of your accepting body. Curling upwards, the tips of his fingers drag along your inner ridges in a way that has you bucking against him. You aren’t sure how much more you can take. But then Copia adds a third finger and you feel the tension in your body snap. You’re screaming against Copia’s mouth, hips bucking wildly as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Only when you are in tears from the delicious overstimulation does Copia finally take mercy and halt his movements, letting you lay boneless against the pillows.

Nothing has ever felt so good yet so torturous. You want more. You need more. But as you manage to flutter your eyes open and look up at Copia, you suddenly realize the playing field is unfair.

“This,” when you can will your limbs to move again you’re reaching up to tug at Copia’s shirt, feeling he is far too overdressed for the occasion. “Off. Now.”

A breathy laugh leaves him, but Copia pulls back to obey your command. Though you mourn the loss as Copia carefully slips his fingers from your heat, you are eager to receive whatever he gives you next. 

“So demanding. You really shouldn’t let this power go to your head,” Copia teases as he sits up, undoing the rest of his buttons under your warm gaze. “But did that feel good, caro? Was it good to let Papa take care of you?”

Playfully, you knock your knee into his side. Copia sometimes needs his ego to be stroked.

“You know I did, Papa,” you watch Copia’s every movement with great interest, hands reaching out to caress his soft belly the moment it is exposed to you. “If someone hadn’t been stifling my noises, you sure would have been hearing me screaming your name.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed the way Copia seems to puff out his chest at your praise. Confidence boosted, Copia shucks off his shirt with what you assume is meant to be a sexual shimmy of his shoulders. You love it when your Copia feels himself. Displaying that same confident energy he uses to command the stage on tour.

"Don't worry amore mio, you will have another chance to scream my name," Copia palms his aching bulge through the fabric of his pants. Your eyes are trained on the noticeable wet spot there. 

With a painfully slow pace, Copia unties the laces of his rat bitten pants, loosening the top few strings until the waist is loose enough to sag from his hips. Copia has gone without wearing underwear this evening. So as soon as Copia wiggles the pants down his thighs, his heavy erection springs out towards you. Pre-cum dribbles from the swollen pink tip. You can see the visible throb as Copia notices the way you trace the length of him with ravenous eyes.

Leaning forward, you wrap a soft hand around Copia's shaft and give one smooth gentle tug. The skin is velvet soft and warm to the touch. A hiss comes from Copia, letting you give him another light stroke before he is pulling your hands off him and fixing you with a peculiar look.

"Ah amore," Copia's cheeks flush a soft shade of pink and there is a sheepish quality to his voice. "I'm afraid as good as that feels, I don't think I will last if I let you continue."

Though you give Copia a pout, it doesn't stay on your face long. You watch him ease back to hang off the foot of the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling his pants the rest of the way off. His thighs. Oh how you love those thighs. As he crawls back up the bed, you are reaching to drag your blunt nails along the thick muscles and delight as you watch them tense and contract. 

"Amore mio," Copia calls to you, sharp and stern. "Look at me."

Your eyes travel up to meet his mismatched gaze, his white iris seeming to glow in the dim light. The look he gives you floats the line somewhere between being soft and gentle, and being harsh and commanding. 

"You are the single most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon,” sweet and tenderly, Copia cups your jaw with one hand as he settles on his knees once more between your thighs. “All I see in front of me is a strong handsome man. Never will I see you as anything less. Do you understand that, amore?”

Fat happy tears well up in the corners of your eyes but are quickly swept away by Copia the moment they fall. You throw an arm around the back of Copia’s neck and pull him into you for a kiss full of as much love as you can possibly put into it. It is all encompassing. In this moment there was nothing besides just you and Copia and the love that you share. When you pull away, both gasping and sucking in deep breaths of air, Copia leans his forehead against yours.

“Now, can you please fuck my brains out, C?”  Your eyes are closed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against Copia’s as you slide a hand down between your bodies. Again your hand wraps around his erection, positioning the tip at your still drenched entrance.

Copia is gasping as he gives an instinctual buck of his hips, sinking an inch into your welcoming heat before he can stop himself. It is as if he needs a moment to collect himself with how he remains still as a rock. But then he gives a moan and drops to his elbows just above you. 

“Amore,” Copia lets out with a long drawn out moan, snapping his hips forward. You let out a sharp shriek as he is suddenly fully seated inside you, but he stops there. “Feels so fucking good."

Saying Copia is big is a bit of an understatement. The stretching of your inner walls to accommodate his girth is borderline unbearable, even after the work he put into prepping you first. It’s a burning sensation that starts where your bodies are joined, but it quickly becomes a pleasant warmth that radiates out to the rest of your body. All the way to even your fingertips, it feels as if your nerve endings are set ablaze. But the fire doesn’t burn, instead it brings unyielding pleasure.

A slow and steady pace is set, a gentle drag that has you feeling Copia’s each and every ridge. Soon the subtle ache of pain becomes a strong throbbing need for more. Desperate to feel Copia deeper, harder, you tilt your hips up to meet him. He gets the message. Picking up the pace, Copia bucks his hips to push himself deeper into you. An arm wraps around the back of your head, pulling you to bury your face into the shelter that is the crook of Copia's neck. You breathe him in. Bourbon and amber, a sweet and warm oaky caramel scent that is entirely Copia. Surrounded in everything that is Copia, his scent, the soft yet solid frame of his body caging you in, even the gentle moans and gasps he breathes out above you. It is impossible to tell where he starts and you end.

“C! Oh fuck, please,” you are losing yourself, arms thrown around Copia with nails digging shallow welts into his back. “Harder! Please fuck me harder!”

Something seems to snap in Copia. With a feral growl Copia grabs both your legs with a bruising strength and throws them up so your ankles are hooked over the back of his shoulders. You find you are far more flexible than you thought, not an ounce of discomfort as Copia has you nearly folded in half with his weight holding you down. The next snap of Copia’s hips tears a scream from you that leaves your throat sore. You can feel him deeper than ever. Each pounding thrust has Copia reaching deep enough you swear that you feel him pushing against your guts to create a dull ache. But the pleasure has you seeing stars.

Sweat clings to both your bodies, sliding against each other smoothly. That familiar coil is tightening. You can’t find a way to bring words out of your mouth, too consumed by all your senses being overwhelmed with the pleasure Copia is giving you. But Copia can read you better than even yourself.

“You are close amore, si?” Copia asks in a grunt between thrusts, eyes locked with yours. He himself is close to his own end, but he is desperate to ensure you reach yours first before he can consider his own pleasurable release. At your nod he gives a cocky smile. “Come on, you can do it. Cum for me amore!”

Doubling his efforts, Copia reaches a hand down between your bodies and strokes you in time with each thrust of his hips. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you're babbling out nonsensical sounds of pure bliss. It’s all too much, yet not at all enough. There is no subtle build up of your orgasm, no soft long drawn out pleasure that increases exponentially. No, you abruptly reach the edge of the cliff and you are immediately thrown straight into the depths.

“Copia!” You scream his name so loud you wouldn’t even be surprised if it echoed down the halls just outside Copia’s chambers. Every muscle in your body contracts, squeezing Copia tight and refusing to let go.

Feeling your walls flutter around him, Copia lets out a pained moan as your nails break the skin of his back. But he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. Then you reach up in a blind haze and bite into Copia’s collarbone. He is lost. Copia cums with a beautiful sob as he continues to give shallow thrusts. It feels like white hot lava spurting into you, but you can’t get enough of it. 

As you finally come down from your peak, you release Copia from your mouth and flop bonelessly back onto the bed. Every muscle in your body aches. Yet it is pleasant. Something you think you could get far too used to. Copia’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he pants, pulling his softening cock from your body, eliciting a soft hiss from both of you. An aftershock throb has you feeling a stream of Copia’s cum dripping out of you.

Placing a soft kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and a brief one to your lips, Copia is considerate enough to lift himself and shift to the side before he drops to the mattress like a sack of potatoes.

His head turns on the pillows to fix you with a tired, warm gaze. “That was good, si?” 

“Of course,” you give an almost drunken smile, softly carding your fingers through Copia’s hair. “Couldn’t have asked for any better.”

“Good, good,” Copia keeps smiling, but his eyes close while burying himself deeper into the comfort of the bed. “ Now, amore mio... do you think you could fetch the heating pad for Papa?” One eye opens to peek sheepishly at you. Seems I may have overestimated my own limits.”

You can’t help the giggle that leaves you, but you are shifting to roll off the bed nevertheless. 

“Anything for you, C,” but you can’t resist a slap to Copia’s exposed ass, earning a sharp squeal as you saunter past in search of said heating pad. Yeah, you certainly felt attractive and definitely could get used to this.

[shamelesstragedyenjoyer]

Here's my understanding of Cassandra Cain's style as a tween according to Shadows of a Batgirl (2019). I admire this storyline for offering a thoughtful glimpse into her years as a runaway. It addresses a longstanding curiosity within the fandom about how she navigated the streets of Gotham from ages 8 to 18. Sarah Kunh's response was both reassuring and heartwarming. Along with Nicole Goux, they presented a very refreshing, male gaze-free portrayal of a character who's often been subjected to both orientalism and misogyny since her 1999 inception.

Cassandra's wardrobe, primarily sourced from the Lost & Found at the library she squats, tells an interesting story. From items belonging to the elderly restaurant owner who took her in to forgotten garments left behind by it's clients, her outfits reflect a mix of eclectic patterns and floral motifs. Mismatched socks, fragmented jewelry, irrelevant pins; she possesses a childlike perception of clothing as just items that spark joy and interest which you can wear on your body. Under her father's tutelage, she was frequently adorned in sleek, ebony garments reminiscent of the classic ninja aesthetic, a theme that actually endures within her costume as an adult. However, her shift towards embracing lively, unrestrictive clothes serves as a symbol of her quest to reclaim her sense of self. This transition not only represents personal growth but also stands as a testament to her journey towards emancipation and independence.

She gets how sharing clothes can be a way of showing affection. A love langage, if you will. Her transition from being dressed by others to dressing herself, and choosing to wear similar items as the elderly lady who helped her, rather than conforming to what she sees people in the streets wearing, vividly illustrates this understanding.

As she grows up and is incorporated into the Batfamilly, you can see who she's hanging out with the most at any given moment depending on what she wears and what she listens to. Slightly form fitting turtle necks, high rise office trousers, Prada loafers and Louis Armstrong records blasting on repeat ? She's on a mission with Bruce. Probably overseas where they spend so much time huddled together they practically function as a tandem. One breathes in the other breathes out, siamese twins that aren’t attached.

Leather jackets reeking of cheap cologne, tight jeans, loose morals, khôl stained waterline, knee high socks; she's with Jason Todd, out on a crossover mission. She pretends to read a classic novel, just like him, but the whole time her book's upside down.

Mostly it's oversized basketball tee-shirts, strawberry shampoo smelling scrunchies, Tupac playing on the radio and haphazard liner because, she's Steph's before she's anyone elses.

On missions outside of the country when she's not Orphan nor Cassandra but something in between, perhaps her truest self, it does gravitate towards black and grunge, the way you’d expect Orphan to be out of costume. Only then is she true to her upbringing, to who she'd be without her family.

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What do you think of the prolog for my 1st chapter, is it good?

link to the main fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56033533/chapters/142316074) in case you want to comment, TW for semi-sexual content:

It was a clear day in the Northern Isles, as the reddish-orange sun shone brightly on the cloud-covered, muted teal-gray sky. 

SIXTEEN YEARS AGO

Darcy, even in her teenage years, bore the unmistakable mark of otherworldly grace. Her skin was a canvas of stark duality; half cloaked in the deepest vantablack that swallowed light whole, and the other half radiant with a pulsating white light that seemed to defy the very essence of shadow. This contrast was not just skin deep—it mirrored her nature, a being balanced between the cosmic and the human. Her youthful features softened her appearance, yet even then, she carried a regal air, her every movement and glance hinting at the profound power she was destined to wield. Her short hair was made of living flames, styled half black-and-white. She wore a black jacket, a white-and-purple striped shirt, and ankle boots. Most of her other features noticeable when she is an adult were either not there yet or hidden.

She rode on her Siamese cat palisman and out of the sky into a cobblestone street in the middle of a snowy forest. A zeppelin with a steampunk aesthetic zoomed overhead. 

The school building is a Gothic structure that is easily recognizable due to its distinct pointed arches, ribbed vaults, and flying buttresses. It features ornate stonework, which includes tracery on the windows and decorative finials at the pinnacles. The façade of the building is adorned with a series of tall and narrow lancet windows with pointed tops, which is typical of Gothic architecture. It can be assumed that the building has gargoyles or grotesques serving as waterspouts projecting from the roof. There is a cloister-like covered walkway supported by columns with capitals featuring intricate carvings, likely floral or foliate designs, which lead down to an arched portal. The roof is steeply pitched to aid in water runoff, and it is possibly covered with slate tiles, which was common in such structures. 

The building has several levels, with the upper floors likely containing a gallery or clerestory windows, which are designed to bring light into the interior. The buttresses are robust, providing structural support to the walls, allowing them to reach impressive heights and maintain large windows. The masonry work suggests the use of cut stone, possibly limestone or granite, which were frequently used in Gothic architecture for their durability and workability. Each stone would have been carefully shaped and placed, contributing to the intricate patterns and textures on the building's surface. 

The school has a parking lot for all staff in case they aren't needed for the lessons, and the walls are perpetually colder than the inside of a medieval fort so students must wear thick clothing to stay warm... unless they're learning ice magic.

She parked her palisman in a nearby rack and pulled out her bag for the day, she chewed on a maroon-colored candy bar that melted in her mouth.

“Hey Dorkcy!” A snobby voice called.

Darcy mentally groaned. Ugh, not HER again!

The girl in question stepped forward with an air of confidence, introducing herself as a witch with fair skin and a stature of medium height. Her vibrant ginger hair was neatly braided into playful pigtails, adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance. Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks like constellations in the night sky, enhancing the mischievous glint in her eyes. As she spoke, her eyelashes fluttered down to the bottom of her eyelids, framing her gaze with an enigmatic allure. A subtle gap in her top teeth peeked through her smile, hinting at a hidden depth behind her seemingly innocent demeanor.

Her name was Maggie, and to Darcy… she was a pain in the arse.

“Whatcha eatin'? A magical goop bar?” Maggie jeered, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. She leaned in closer, her eyes scanning Darcy’s snack as if it were an alien artifact rather than a candy bar. “Or is it one of those special treats from the dark side of the fridge?”

Darcy rolled her eyes, the flames in her hair flickering slightly with her irritation. She kept her voice cool, almost icy.

“It's not a goop bar, Maggie. It’s a bocadillo, a traditional snack made of guava jelly and panela.” She started smiling,  “Mom made it for me ‘cause it's my birthday!” She proudly announced. 

Maggie deadpans, “Oh, well happy birthday.” 

Before giving a mean smile, “GIMME THAT!” She tries to pull the snack away. 

“Get your own mom to make you a nice treat, Maggie,” Darcy retorted sharply, trying to fend off the bully, her grip tightening on the bocadillo. “This isn’t for sharing, especially not with you.” Her words were punctuated by a slight tug, pulling the snack closer to her chest.

They continued tussling until a voice rang out, distinctly male and sharp.

“Hey, Margo!” 

Rock music filled the air as a teenage Blitzo, sporting braces, a black tank top emblazoned with the word "Mammon" in bold yellow letters split into "Mam" on top and "Mon" on the bottom, a spiked collar, green-yellow pants, heeled black boots, and a leather jacket adorned with spikes. He had his hands on his hips and looked at the fight with a glare.

"Leave her alone!" he growled, glancing back to see a student seated in the bleachers of a nearby courtyard. The student had stylishly dyed purple hair that partially covered his face.

Blitzo smirked, "Nice guitar solo, by the way."

"YEAH!" yelled the student, who flashed a rocker sign in response to Blitzo's comment.

Maggie blushed a darker shade of red, as she retorted to Blitzo. “Or else what?!”

“Or else you can forget to come to an awesome pool party in Temperance next week, Archangel Raphael and everyone is going to be there, ” She turns her face to clearly fake upset, even checking midway through that Maggie is falling to her will, “It'll be really sad when the whole class is enjoying the party,” Blitzo almost seems to enjoy his game with his shit-eating grin.

“Without you~,” He said in a sing-song voice.

Maggie felt defeated as she realized that Darcy was of Morningstar royalty, being the daughter of God, the Radio Demon, and the Root of all Evil. If this little scandal ever got out, especially if Blitz told the Elders of Heaven who are Darcy's older siblings, Maggie could face a penalty, warning, or detention for a few days.

“Jeez Blitzo, I was just playin’,” She gave him an awkward smile before returning the snack to Darcy, punching her in the stomach. “Here you go… clumsy bitch.” She growled and went into the entrance of the academy, not before saying: “Have fun with your private clown dancer!” 

Ignoring the comment, Darcy looked at Blitzo and smiled. “Thanks for the save, Blitzy.”

"No worries," Blitzo replied, his tone lightening as he glanced at Maggie retreating into the school building. "You just gotta speak their language." He gave a mischievous smirk, then changed to a warmer, more genuine smile. "But never mind that. Happy birthday, girl!"

The two burst into delighted squeals, Blitzo twirling Darcy around in a spontaneous celebration and showering her freckles with kisses. Their joyful moment was abruptly cut off by the sharp ring of the school bell, signaling the end of their brief respite and the start of another day at the academy.

The duo walked inside and were thrust with a wind of cold air as a manner of different cryptids walked around, the hallway later opened to an atrium, numerous students walking around.

As the bell's shrill echo screamed through the halls, signaling the imminent start of classes, Blitzo grabbed Darcy's hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. With a swift movement, he pulled her towards an empty locker, and they quickly ducked inside, the metal door shutting them away from the chaotic rush of students.

Inside the cramped, dimly lit space, Blitzo's face was inches from Darcy's, his breath warm against her cool skin. His eyes sparkled with excitement, the close quarters amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Guess we're playing hooky on your birthday," Blitzo whispered, his voice low and playful. His hand gently brushed a strand of her flaming hair behind her ear.

Darcy's heart raced with the thrill of the moment and the proximity to Blitzo. She smiled, her eyes lighting up with affection and a hint of daring. "Best birthday gift," she murmured, reaching up to trace the contour of his cheek with her fingertips.

Blitzo leaned in closer, the small space between them charged with anticipation. "I could stay here all day," he confessed, his tone softening.

"Wouldn't that be a sight?" Darcy teased, her breath hitching slightly as she felt his lips just a breath away from hers. "The feared Blitzo and Darcy, hiding out in a locker."

"Feared, huh?" Blitzo's lips curved into a sharp-toothed smile just before he closed the distance, his kiss capturing hers in a gentle, yet impassioned embrace. The world outside the locker seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of their synchronized heartbeats and the quiet rustle of their close contact.

They began to move closer and closer together...

Darcy's fingers inched up Blitzo's tank top, revealing his chiseled chest. Her cheeks flushed: the dark side of her face glowing white and the white had her cheek going darker to a shade of ebony, and her words tangled on her tongue. She covered her face with her ears, giggling softly in disbelief. Blitzo couldn't resist; his toothy grin widened as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"What's the matter, princesa~?" he crooned, using one of Darcy's native languages (along with Hebrew/Yiddish for God & Creole/French for Alastor), used by her mother Roo, most of the time. To top it all off, he said it in a perfectly smooth accent.

His voice dripped with playful mischief. "Never seen a devilishly handsome imp before?"

Darcy stammered, peeking through her fingers as she tried to steady her voice. "Y-You're too much," she mumbled, her wings instinctively flaring up to hide her face. She resembled a Seraphim from ancient human paintings, shrouded in the elegance of her heavenly plumage. Her tail wagged a little, Blitzo did notice but was indifferent.

Blitzo laughed lowly, droplets of sweat trickling down his face and dripping onto her. He gently traced the contours of her neck, his fingers sliding down to the edge of her blouse. "Let's see how much you can handle," he murmured, slowly pulling off her shirt and revealing her glowing dual-toned skin.

Darcy's wings fluttered, and she shuddered in bliss. Her laughter was breathless and sweet as she struggled to keep her composure. "Blitzo," she gasped, unable to finish the thought, just drawing out the 'o' in the Harlequin-Pierrot's name, though that type of clown didn't exist in the circus he came from—and where they met, they had made it a reality together... when Blitz started doing performances for her in their sleepovers, clumsily tripping over his props just for her.

And her alone.

She could feel his breath against her collarbone, his touch igniting every nerve as he loomed over her, his shadow casting her in darkness. Faint red symbols and dark electric energy enveloped his aura... framing him like a halo of darkness. 

That's odd... no one could have the sort of dark and chaotic aura unless— She was cut off with a buttery voice, that sounded like a hypnotic cadence... yet, they'd never do that sort of thing, it was always an idea... but, it would be saved for later...

"And what about that authority of yours, angelic princess?" The imp's tone grew softer but no less teasing, his gaze piercing into her as he leaned in closer. "How's it feel to be at the mercy of an imp? That your kind could so easily defeat." With a firm yet careful grip, he threw Darcy down onto the cramped space, bags, and piles of paper acting as a sort of "mattress" for her, his weight pressing her down as he loomed over her, looking gigantic, almost god-like in the dim light.

Darcy writhed beneath him, her breath hitching in delight as her wings curled around his shoulders. "Blitzo," she whined, her voice thick with wanton need. Her tail wagged even more, and in an effort, she transformed her fluffy black-and-white scut (deer tail) into a long, vantablack devil's tail. This tail is distinct, extending long with seven spikes culminating in an arrowhead tip, decorated with a glowing white diamond in the center, as it coiled around Blitzo's tail.

Blitzo only chuckled, his lips brushing against her ear. "Relax, sweet little angel," he said softly. "Blitzy's got you." He leaned back, his sweat-slicked chest glistening as he gazed down at her, a playful smirk curling on his lips, bucking his hips against Darcy. "Now, let's see what you're made of, hmm?"

As they prepared for the next part, the sound of clicking heels appeared to grow louder as they stopped and did their best to try and clean themselves and put their clothes back on, spraying themselves with deodorant and Darcy's exotic perfumes, that her Father made for her, in case she wanted to attract any men or women, or BOTH!

It was Headmistress Bouvier herself, and she was in a bad mood today. She had bright yellow skin, and tall blue hair in a tall beehive hairstyle and usually wore a tube-style black funerary witch dress, ankle boots with heels, and a red pearl necklace that glowed as she walked.

A diminutive demon was spotted strolling through the deserted hall. She is a petite round white demon sporting large blueish eyes set in a yellowish sclera, a notably prominent nose, and long red hair. Additionally, she possesses two off-white buck teeth. Essentially, she appears as just a head without a body, her limbs extending directly from her head.

She saw the Headmistress, who said to her, “You should be in class, young lady!”

The diminutive demon's whimpering voice broke through the tension, echoing off the stone walls as she produced a crumpled hall pass from her side. "But Headmistwess, I have a hall pass..." Her large eyes brimmed with tears, her voice quivering with fear.

Headmistress Bouvier, however, was not swayed. Her face remained stern, and with a flick of her wrist, black inky arms erupted from a hole in the floor. The small demon shrieked as the arms tangled around her, dragging her screaming into the abyss below. The Headmistress simply snorted a disdainful "Hmph!" and continued her patrol.

Upon encountering Blitzo and Darcy, the usual strict demeanor of Headmistress Bouvier softened unexpectedly. Her voice, always hoarse-voiced, took on a surprisingly gentle tone despite its rough, rhotic accent. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little birthday celebration in a locker, eh?" Her voice carried a warmth that contrasted sharply with the scene she had just left behind.

She leaned closer, her tall blue hair almost brushing against the locker's top. "I ought to make this little escapade of yours into a movie and show it to the whole school," she teased, her voice laden with mirth rather than malice. "Imagine the hit it would be, eh?" Her smile was genuine, and it was clear she held a soft spot for these two despite their rule-breaking.

Blitzo and Darcy exchanged nervous glances, their earlier anxiety melting away under her unexpectedly kind demeanor. Blitzo managed a sheepish grin. "That'd be one blockbuster I'd rather not star in, ma'am."

Marge chuckled, the sound raspy but affectionate. "Just make sure you two keep out of trouble, at least for the rest of the day. And Darcy," she added, her tone turning tender, "Happy Birthday, dear. Make it a good one."

With that, she straightened up, her necklace glinting as she turned on her heel and strode away, leaving a trail of echoing clicks from her ankle boots as she disappeared down the hall. The sound of her laughter echoed softly back to them, a reminder of her unexpected leniency and the small joys she still found in her role.

The duo of teenagers managed to run into their classes and get ready for another day in their lives… well, at least before Blitzo had to go back to the circus to keep up appearances.

Eventually, they would pause their relationship after Blitzo had a crush on Fizzarolli, later on, but had a mutual breakup with Darcy and had always kept her and the hidden secrets of Heaven and the Omniverse a secret from then on, no one, even the one who thought they knew him dared have a clue of the secrets he held… that not even the truth gas could reveal.

~Though who is to say if these two have to stay apart for long, am I right?~

Also, which would be better in your opinion, Stoliz or this couple?

Awesome. It's better for this couple to happen.

[thebunnylord]

TTTE pet headcanons

Thomas: has a pair of zebra finches, technically they’re Annie and Clarabel’s but he likes to take care of them, had a cat when he was younger though

Edward: no pet, but likes to look after the neighborhood stray cat, the stray cat likes to hang around his house.

Gordon: never had a pet, but kind of wants a horse because his brother and cousin have one

Henry: five guinea pigs and a Flemish Giant rabbit, used to keep mice as pets when he was little and had a baby squirrel at one point that he brought to school in his shirt pocket that then got out, and freaked the teacher out.

James: had a goldfish that died after a week, doesn’t trust himself to look after a pet rock

Percy: five pigeons and two doves

Toby and Henrietta: a dachshund and a pair of canaries

Duck: one very old terrier and a tabby cat.

Donald: Dilly obviously

Douglas: no pets but wants a little Shetland pony because they’re cute

Oliver: no pets but wants a Norfolk terrier

Toad: a hamster

Emily: a Scottish terrier that screams whenever a bike passes by, and a Yorkshire terrier

Diesel: no pets but wants a snake to terrorize everyone with.

Daisy: a Persian cat

Flying Scotsman: a Morgan horse

Spencer: a very expensive thoroughbred horse with a certificate of authentication and a pair of foxhounds

Salty: a crusty old one eye three legged ship cat with a snaggle tooth

Cranky: do seagulls that he feeds everyday count?

Porter: a bad tempered fowl mouthed Severe macaw that bites

Bill and Ben: no pets, but they love to tease Porter’s parrot to get it to cuss

Paxton: a pair of Siamese cats

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Hii... Im just wanna know what their animal form look like when they like in univers of "Night in the wood" And what clothing they wearing, im just wanna draw them in that version,i think it will be cute :v...

Also have a nice day (≡^∇^≡)

That's adorable I'm😭💕💕💕💕I want to see if you don't mind^^

If my clothing descriptions aren't all that good I added some time ago some image references to their character profile🫂

Jade/Jean would be a fox (hair and vibes) think. Their style is very business casual so I'd say they'd wear a button-up and sleek black pants.

Uma would be a tiger^^ They'd wear a black or white shirt that's stained with paint, and baggy pants.

Statler would be a dog (more specifically a golden retriever). They'd wear a jock hoodie/or jacket and pants.

Wanda would be a bunny. She'd wear very colorful (pinks, greens, oranges mostly) and poorly matching outfits! Mostly skirts and crop tops.

Kai would be a kingfisher* and they'd wear anything alternative^^ Just an oversized band t-shirt and baggy pants.

Travis would be a cat no surprises here fjsjf. Maybe a Siamese or anything with brown-ish or black fur. He'd wear a dark academia-style shirt and jacket, and pants.

*these little guys are kingfishers (I didn't know them prior to this so I'm attaching pics djajdj):