#then you have to be able to do it by yourself in vanilla. the extra stuff is fun and new but if you're playing minecraft

[kurooh]

SILK LINGERIE !

⊹₊˚. NANAMI’S BDAY 2025 — something comes up at work, and kento’s stuck at the office until the early evening on his birthday, of all days. you’ve promised to celebrate his birthday, so he expects something simple, like dinner and some presents . . until he walks in to see you on the table, a gourmet meal and gift wrapped in lace.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, modern! au, marriage, lingerie, oral, dirty talk, lots of foreplay, mating press, breeding kink, squirting, discussions of pregnancy & kids, creampie, gojo slander. wc / 4.5k

xoxo, juno: happy birthday to kento ♡

everything has fallen into place.

dinner sits hot and ready in covered pots atop the cooling stove, and a finely decorated cake hides away in its box in the very back of the fridge. it’s a vanilla beauty from his favorite local bakery, replete with fruits adorning the surface of it like gemstones. fresh, airy mousse fills the inside of the cake and adds a new layer of flavor to the celebratory dessert.

Today 6:49 PM Lots of traffic, heading home

kento had sent the message a short while ago, and yet, he’s still not home. it’s a good thing, though, because you’re able spend the extra time making sure that everything is flawless. you’re perched atop the dining table, silk stockings snug against your skin as you readjust your body for the thousandth time.

the idea is rather racy—kento will walk in after a long day and see you, splayed out on the table in a sexy position and draped in lace. knowing him, he’ll drop everything and flush a bright red. there’s absolutely nothing that can get under his skin in the way you do.

you try getting on all fours, arching your back as you do so. it’s simple, and far too forward to be the kind of surprise you’re going for. this production must appear to be brilliant and well thought out, especially since you had scratch your entire initial plan once he got the notice to come into work today from his boss! it was more expensive than it should’ve been to cancel dinner reservations and day bookings, but so what? if kento had to work eight hours on his birthday, of all days, you could still make today a great one without all of the extra amenities.

just acting out the various positions gets your heart racing. he’s only ever taken you on the dining table once, and that was when you’d first moved in together. you’d been joking around, saying something about christening the place, and he took you up on the offer. it was only last year, not long after you’d gotten married. so much has changed since then—buying a new house, paying off debt, and being designated as the hosts of the annual christmas party. (gojo was the most insistent, just to annoy kento.) even so, you’re still like newlyweds, overcoming challenges and having sex very regularly.

on your back with your legs open? no, you think, you’ll wait for him to put you in that position. there are traces of his aftershave and cologne hanging in the air that act as an olfactory aphrodisiac and get you thinking about how his hands would feel along the curves of your body. kento’s not even there, but his effect on you is palpable; your thin panties are getting wet at the thought of him.

how does he plan to fuck you tonight? would he bend you over the table and pound at that spot inside you that makes you dizzy? what if he decided to carry you to the bedroom, in the same way he carried you down the aisle, and take you on the new, clean sheets? you’d be covered in love bites and marks given in the heat of the moment by the time you’re in the shower with him. one of his hands would be between your thighs, under the guise of ‘cleaning up’, when he’d come across the evidence of too much passion.

that half-guilty, half-horny expression would wash over kento’s face, and he’d end up on his knees, happily making up for it.

you’re too damn wound up. every bone in your body and every thought in your head is begging you to do something about it, to finger yourself open to better prepare for being split apart—but you can’t. you won’t, not when you know how much foreplay means to your husband.

keys jingle in the lock.

as the rotor is turning, you’re scrambling to get into position. your knee bangs against the table right when the door opens, and you school your face into a small smile, swallowing down the pain. his hand is on his tie when he turns his head, eyes landing on you.

even after a long day of work, kento looks a little more delicious than he did when he stepped out the door this morning. exhaustion digs lines between his brows, pulling his entire expression into one of neutrality—but there’s a fire in his eyes when he takes you in, looking over you like he can’t believe you’re real.

in an instant, everything else is unimportant. he lets go of his tie and takes a few slow steps closer, eyes crinkling at the corners as he confirms that you are, in fact, real. you’re very much real, although he’s wondering if perhaps his wife has ascended to her true form as a goddess and is awaiting an offering.

he can smell sweet perfume, and the dinner on the stove buried somewhere beneath it.

“hi, kento,” you giggle, like you’re not the reason he’s about to lose his mind. you even wave your fingers at him, your feet kicking idly in the air. god, you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing to him—and you haven’t even touched him yet. you’re laying on your belly, chin propped up on one fist; just past your arm is a dizzying amount of cleavage that’s barely held back by a lacy bra. in his entire life, kento has never once looked twice at anyone’s feet, but now he’s thinking a little more about yours and how tight the silk is around them—what, has the spirit of gojo gotten into him?

“hi, sweetheart,” he must immediately clear his throat to prevent his voice from cracking; his slacks are quickly filling out with all seven and a half inches of his cock. “is this—is this for me?”

your voice is hot enough to make him melt. “it is your birthday, ken. also known as my favorite day of the year.”

bathed in the warm overhead light, kento is standing over you now. despite having been in them all day, his clothes remain smooth, pressed in place by meticulous ironing. he looks good, professional, but you’d much prefer them in a heap on the floor. he looks nothing short of handsome when he laughs, a small smile playing on his lips.

“favorite day, hm? is there any specific reason as to why?”

“i can think of a few,” you purr, now sitting up and on your knees. seeing the lace move with your body as you scoot closer and reach out your hand is just the right amount of tantalizing for tonight. the lace and silk is tight against your skin, yet so delicate it’s nearly splitting at the seams. your palm presses against his abdomen; you can feel the warmth of softened muscle through his dress shirt. “for starters, i get to take care of you.”

light and playful, your fingers trail up, up, up until you get ahold of his tie and pull him in close. you’re almost at his level, and still, even when you’re kneeling on the tabletop, he still manages to be a few inches taller than you.

the spotted tie coils around your fist as you reel him closer, leaning in as if you’re going to give him the kiss he’s been waiting for all day.

“take care of me?” kento echoes, chasing your lips when you draw back, “i thought only one of us could receive the ‘princess treatment’, as you call it.”

your other hand slides into his hair and ruins the neat style of the gel, setting the blonde strands free from their hold. “don’t get me started on all of the gifts i’ve been dying to give you.”

“you got me gifts, angel?” kento feigns surprise, his hands spanning your waist. he’d said there wasn’t a thing he wanted, but you still took it upon yourself to figure him out. “i thought i told you i only wanted to go out to dinner and that i’d be satisfied just spending the day with you, my love. why would i want any gifts when i have you?”

you’re close. close enough to share the same breath. close enough for your voice to be nothing but a whisper against the corner of his mouth.

“i know,” you say, tongue darting out to lick at his lip, “but it’s been torture keeping all of them a secret since april.”

with a rueful chuckle, kento squeezes at your hips and makes you giggle. “okay. are you going to kiss me or are you going to go on about how long you’ve been waiting for my birthday?”

“i think i’ll give you that kiss now, ken.”

after the longest of eternities, his mouth finally meets yours to make good on that kiss he’s been waiting for. it’s simple and easy, as if it’s been done a million times before—his lips are soft, warm, and slow as they kiss the air out of your lungs. finally, once you’re faintly begging for more through gasps or quiet whines, kento’s mouth opens against your own. his tie has momentarily gone slack in your grip; your fingers curl in his short gel-slick hair, pushing him for more.

something in the air shifts and grows a few degrees hotter when you breathlessly open up for him, eyes falling shut. you were supposed to be the one taking care of him, but it seems like it’s quite the opposite when his tongue is sliding against yours, all loose and languid.

you nudge him back, knuckles swathed in his tie. “k-kento, that’s not how this is gonna work. don’t distract me, i have a plan.”

“what, i can’t kiss my wife?” kento murmurs, eyes hooded. “i know you’ve got something planned for me, but it is my birthday. and as the birthday man, i say i want to have my cake and eat it now.”

“birthday man?” you sound incredulous, or maybe you’re just trying to distract him from unwrapping your hand and leaning you back onto the tabletop. he thinks you look very pretty—it’s nothing new, he thinks this everyday and tells you more often than not—tonight, dolled up just for him and full of plans to make his day a great one. “you sound like a clown introducing themselves at a kids’ party. why not just call yourself the birthday boy?”

kento laughs, loosening his tie as he stands over you. “i’m going to be thirty-five this year. i’m pretty sure that ship sailed five years ago.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to your collarbone. slowly, without a single shred of haste, kento begins to pepper kisses along your skin. they’re mostly chaste little pecks, with the occasional nibble and lick combination thrown in when he descends further down your body. he’s drawing it out now, deliberately making you ache for his touch, the relief you’ve only been craving the entire day.

you get a hand in his hair and bite your lip, “kento, do not do this to your wife. if you keep me waiting for more than five seconds from now, we won’t be cuddling tonight.”

please. nine times out of ten, you’re the one who always reaches out for him first. kento trails the tip of his tongue down your belly, just to make you squirm; it’s about time to get down to business once he’s at the ribbony waistband of your panties.

“you’re so impatient, angel. you know i’ll take care of you regardless of how long i make you wait.”

kento drops to his knees before you can retort anything. even though he pretends to be a little exasperated, you know how important the banter is to him—it is the overture to undressing, the setting of a match to a flame. going back and forth is what really keys him up, gets him more excited than anything else.

with his large hands, he spreads your legs and pulls you to the edge of the table for easier mobility. his ring finger twinkles, the silver of his wedding band catching the light. now that kento’s positioned comfortably between your thighs, you’re sitting up on your elbows and watching to see what he’ll do next. instead of tugging your panties down your thighs, he holds your gaze and raises a brow.

“now, this is my kind of mess to come home to,” his thumb presses at the soaked-through fabric and drags along your clothed slit. “is this all from waiting for me, sweetheart? or did you get impatient?”

there’s so much slick in your panties that the fabric is tight against you, making the outline of your pussy very visible. too fast for you to notice, his eyes flick downward, and he sees you clench at the question. more deliberately, his thumb rubs at your clit; you inhale sharply, brows scrunching up.

“yeah—yes. i just couldn’t stop thinking about you, ken. the whole day, i’ve been waiting for you.”

the images flash in his mind, coming together like a movie reel—his pretty girl, his beautiful wife, thinking only of him the entire day. he thinks of how god damn wet you must’ve been when you slipped into the lingerie, sprayed on his favorite perfume, and did your makeup. you put in so much effort, and here he is making you wait, when he should be making you cum.

no more teasing, no more build-up.

kento’s already pulling at your drenched panties, taking great care not to rip them. you’re a gift, but the lacy wrapping isn’t like paper; he’d love to see you wearing this set again, especially on your anniversary. he tugs them to the side, and a moan of relief bursts out of you—just having your pussy exposed to the air is nearly orgasmic.

“if only you could see this pretty pussy right now,” kento actually moans, sliding a thumb through your messy folds, “i’ve never been so thirsty, angel.”

your cheeks are hot, but you spread your legs wider. “so drink up, then.”

“oh, i will,” he pulls his thumb back, and you swear you see his hazel eyes darken at the sight of your sticky arousal clinging to his skin. “is that supposed to be another one of your challenges?”

you clear your throat, feeling slightly more confident. your hand finds its way into his hair again, and is much rougher than last time—the diamond encrusted band of your matching wedding ring drags against his scalp, and his spine straightens. “it’s an order, kento.”

the authoritative voice, the feel of your ring, the usage of his full name? my god, are you trying to make kento explode and stain his slacks?

right then and there, he forgets about his work pants. they’ll end up in the wash anyway, especially since he’s already kneeling on the floor with them. without making you wait a second longer, kento pushes two fingers inside of you and curls them just so you moan and tug at his hair harder. they go in without any resistance, thanks to how soaked you are—he’s pissed he didn’t get home earlier, if this was the state that you were in.

kento’s tongue finds your clit. he flicks the tip of it over the sensitive bud, like he always does before getting down to business, and then he flattens it for you. it feels both silky soft and rough as he licks your clit, only increasing in speed when you moan, wiggling your hips closer. he builds a steady tempo, focusing on pumping his fingers in and out, deep and hard.

“fuck, ken,” you let out a pitched whine, voice breaking on his name. “just like that, please.”

that lets him know that he’s doing something right—but he already knew that he was, judging from the twitching of your thighs and the strained sound of your breathing.

kento’s a very generous man, but even more so as your husband. he doesn’t just get between your thighs to prep you for something bigger, or because you ask him to, but simply because he needs to. constantly, he finds himself craving you, his favorite meal. his ideas of fine dining are a) your pussy or b) freshly made garlic bread. so, what does he do when that sweet tooth in the back of his mouth is acting up?

he spreads your thighs and devours you, licking and slurping up everything you have to give him, and even then, he’ll keep going for more. aside from his persistent thirst for you, kento genuinely can’t get off if he hasn’t eaten you out first. it’s a problem—his pleasure is yours, and going without it is nearly unbearable.

you tug at his hair, insistently pushing his face down. “more, ken. ooh, ‘m so close.”

the wet squelches of your cunt finally make their way to your ears, and god, it’s filthy—you just clench up, pushing impossibly closer. his fingertips are hitting a particularly sensitive spot deep inside of you, each thrust making you see more stars than the last. your jaw drops with every wanton moan falling from your lips, and you’re starting to work your hips forward, rolling them against his fingers and tongue.

hot tears sting in your eyes, a few of them racing down your cheeks and falling onto the lace of your bra. it’s just so much, all at once—your stomach’s twisting and the heat inside of you is now sweltering, running your temperature up like a fever.

“k-kento, baby,” the way you say his name makes his eyes roll back, “nghhh, oh my god, ‘m gonna cum.”

tight as a vise, your thighs squeeze around his head and pull him in. kento’s out of breath when you cum hard all over his fingers, but he just keeps licking until you squirm away, whining from the overstimulation. he’s not trying to be lewd, but it certainly comes across that way when he sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking away all of your sticky cum. it shines on his lips until he stands and you pull him in by the collar, kissing it away.

you taste bittersweet and a little bit like candy. perhaps this is why kento’s always buried between your thighs, and coming back up with a debauched kind of smile on his face.

“i’m all yours, ken,” you say softly, breaking the kiss to look him in the eye, “so do what you want with me, please.”

a sharp inhale; his nostrils flare slightly. “sweetheart, i—don’t, don’t say that. you know what that does to me.”

you smile teasingly, just to egg him on. you’ve already made quick work of his belt, which dangles loosely at his waist. “of course. that’s why i said it.”

“you—” kento shakes his head in disbelief and huffs, trying his best to come up with a response when the blood flow has diverted from his brain and is going straight to his cock. “you’re just impossible.”

he’s working on divesting himself of his stupid slacks and dress shirt—there are so many pointless buttons that he nearly rips it open—when you start positioning yourself on the table. silk and lace weave around your body in intricate patterns, but some of the lingerie pulls tight in different places, practically begging him to tear it off.

then you start up again, voice smooth and sweetened. “how do you want me, ken? like this, or like thiiiis?”

you’re first on all fours, and then you’re on your side, lifting your leg up to show off the mess between your thighs. this pussy of yours is definitely going to be the death of him one day, he swears.

“tell me, which was the best position for babymaking?” kento’s sliding his dress shirt off, finally letting you see his arms. veins span the length of his lean forearms, but it’s his biceps that always draw your eyes first. thick muscle flexes and ripples under his skin as he stretches, getting ready to hold you in place. although he’d asked you the question, he already knows the answer.

“so that’s what you’ve been waiting to do with me,” you’re now flat on your back, legs spreading so that he can stand between them, “i knew you didn’t show me those articles for nothing.”

“i might’ve been trying to get you thinking more about it,” kento presses your thighs to your chest and pulls you to the edge of the table, “we’ve already talked a lot about it, though. i think we’ve got plenty of time to keep thinking about it, hm?”

“are you sure this isn’t just a fantasy?” you’re both having the kind of conversation that should definitely not be taking place during sex, and he’s running the tip of his cock along your pussy.

he chuckles, rubbing the precum on his tip against your already wet clit. “definitely not just a fantasy, sweetheart.”

“kento, i already said i’m all for it—” you gasp as he pushes inside, slotting his body over yours. this position is probably going to rip your silk stockings, especially with the way your ankles are dangling over his shoulders. “—ooh, fuck—but i haven’t stopped taking the pill yet.”

“then we’ll practice,” kento groans, fingers intertwining with yours, “but right now, i just want to focus on you.”

he fits inside of you like a puzzle piece. a really long, thick puzzle piece, at that—his cock’s a tight fit, but goddamn is it worth the stretch. the new position also seems to work wonders; being folded up like a lawn chair makes you feel like you’re one step closer to finally being full.

“okay if i start moving, my love?” kento’s teeth are digging into his bottom lip, like he’s trying to hold onto his restraint. he really, really wants to fuck you like he has no idea what the word respect means, but he’s holding himself together.

“just put a baby in me, kento.”

it’s only practice, but fuck, that lights the hottest of fires under his ass. before long, kento’s developed a harsh rhythm, one that fills the dining room with the clap of skin against skin. he fills his lungs with air and delivers desperate thrusts that hit your sweet spot every single time—the twitchy squeezes of your cunt around him make his knees want to give out and buckle.

“you’re so good, kento,” you sob out a moan, body rocking with all of his movement. your tits have been bouncing so much that they’ve spilled out of your bra; if he were flexible enough to lean down, he’d start sucking on your hardened nipples. “oh my god, you’re so fucking deep.”

kento nods frantically, feeling the sweat gather at his brow. he’s breathing too hard to respond, all of his energy going into making you scream. he wants you to know how grateful he is to you for going to such lengths for his birthday, even with such short notice. “a-angel, i want you to know,” he grunts, pausing to inhale, “you’re so beautiful like this.”

an intoxicating medley of cologne, perfume, and sweat curls in the air between the two of you. there’s so much happening at once that you only catch the second half of his compliment, but you still smile at him, your face fraught with insatiable desire and some love. you’ve got those hearts in your eyes when you’re looking at him, and the sight makes his own skip a little faster.

“i want you to fill me up, ken,” your voice makes his name sound heavenly, like it’s some kind of sacred prayer. “please, i want you to make me yours.”

“you already are,” at this point, he can barely breathe anymore. kento put a ring on your finger and shares a joint bank account with you, and yet, you’re still begging him to make you his. everything so far isn’t enough, but with a swollen belly, everyone would know what you’d both gotten up to. gojo would finally stop with the play-flirting at get-togethers, and a kid equal parts you and kento would be toddling about the house.

“you know what i mean, ken,” the table’s rocking under all of the movement, but both of you are too wrapped up in one another to hear it. “show me how much starting a family means to you.”

when you’re talking to him like that, kento thinks he could do just about anything. feeling the frantic kick of his heart against his ribcage, he lets out a groan, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. “it’s all i can think about,” he manages, chest heaving as it works to breathe, “hngh, fuck—fuck, i just want to make you mine forever, angel.”

you can barely answer him, your lips constantly rounding around either gasps or moans of his name. despite the overwhelming noise of your bodies, you can faintly hear yourself sobbing—in fact, you’re nodding too, spurring on his fantasies and daydreams.

there’s a seething pressure building up deep in your gut. desperate to get rid of it, your stomach twists; impending euphoria pounds through your body, steady like the crash of waves on the shore as the tide comes in.

“k-kento, there’s—i can’t hold it, fuck, ‘m gonna—”

you can’t even finish your sentence before you’re cumming hard, pussy abruptly squirting waterfalls all over your husband’s abs. with the extra slip and slide of your cum, it doesn’t take long for him to follow behind you. kento’s hands squeeze yours tight, and he’s gasping, babbling out unintelligible promises to breed you, or something along those lines.

you feel the throbbing of his aching cock against your cervix first—then you can feel the hot spurts of cum as he fills you up, groaning and crumpling on top of you like he’s just been sucker punched. beneath you, the table creaks unsteadily, warning you that it’s meant for sitting at, not sitting on.

it takes some time for kento to straighten up, his flushed face slick with sweat and dry at the corners of his mouth from having eaten you out earlier. he looks so dazed when his eyes meet yours, but he smiles, small and cute. he unfolds your legs from your chest and wraps them around his waist instead, so he can pull you into a hug.

“thank you, sweetheart. for planning so many things for my birthday. for being in my life. for being the person i have the privilege of waking up to every morning.”

your fingers trail lightly along his muscular back, descending down his spine. “happy birthday, kento. i love you, and i wish i could say more, but i’d be giving away everything i wrote in your card.”

he presses a kiss to your face, chuckling as he lifts you up. “we’ll take a shower first, then have dinner. i’ll read it afterward, when we’re having cake and—”

there’s a loud smash as the legs of the table give out from under it, and the whole thing falls onto itself in a pile of polished wood.

you burst into shared laughter, and kento corrects himself with a smile. “shower, then dinner on the couch and a movie. i’ll read your card while you feed me cake, sweetheart.”

[fatherbrat]

the amount of sexual tension between defense attorney!suguru and you, his client.

being his client is agonizing because you know you have to maintain professionalism. he’s not a hookup, or a friend, or even a colleague. he’s your lawyer, tasked with the hefty responsibility of keeping your ass out of jail. but, god, every time you have to see geto, your resolve weakens bit by bit.

you’ve wondered how he would react if you proposed paying his fee with sex instead of a direct deposit. you'd sooner ask him to represent you pro bono—or even discharge him—before ever considering letting that question leave your head. still, you'd be lying if you said you hadn’t touched yourself to the thought. multiple times.

having to work with you isn’t easy for geto either. he wishes that you would’ve met another way, because having sex with a client is completely, totally, utterly out of the question. he dreads the meetings you have together. being stuck in his office with you sitting a less than two feet away and not being able to touch you feels like torture.

as if that wasn't trying enough, every time you meet him at the courthouse you do a little spin and ask if your outfit is appropriate enough or if you need to wear the cardigan you brought along. his answer is always the cardigan.

maybe that was the driving force behind all those late nights at the work he’d been pulling lately. putting in extra work to make sure that he won your case and wouldn't have to endure this torment anymore. (or maybe it was because your perfume lingered in the air after you left his office and he wanted to jerk off to the thought of bending you over the desk while your scent surrounded him.)

for you, having to watch suguru in court is the worst part. you can smell his cologne wafting off him as he sits next to you at the defense table, something musky and woody and just a little vanilla-y that makes you want to jump his bones right there in the courtroom. you gnaw on your bottom lip as he cross-examines a witness, appreciating his tailored suit and leather oxford shoes and the way he commands attention before he even gets up. you wouldn’t be surprised if some of the jury members were swayed by his looks. you were.

you should be listening intently, fixing your posture, and trying to portray a look of innocence. it feels impossible when suguru's smooth voice is echoing throughout the courtroom and your clit is throbbing between your legs.

it’s a relief when the jury finds you not guilty, not for the obvious reasons, but because you won’t be obligated to see him anymore. when you invite him out for a few celebratory drinks after the final court appearance, you have nothing but pure intentions. it’s the polite thing to do. the proper way to thank him. a neat little bow tied on the end of your professional relationship.

however, in the soft lighting of the bar you suggested, suguru looks good enough to eat. you want to blame the wine, but you know the reason you feel so warm is because he's laughing and smiling and looks terribly handsome with the top buttons of his dress shirt undone.

he looks at you with half-lidded eyes and leans in too close. this time, you do attribute it to the alcohol. that is until you catch him staring at your mouth for a beat too long and all of your remaining resolve crumbles. you incline your head towards him, your lips just barely brushing against his before he closes the gap.

the kiss is feverish and disorienting and definitely too much pda. there's a string of spit connecting you when suguru pulls away and asks if you'd like to go back to his office for a nightcap.

begrudgingly, you remind him that you shouldn’t. you can’t. it’s inappropriate. he’d likely lose his license if anyone found out.

he reminds you that the case is closed now. you’re not his client anymore. the two of you can do whatever you want.

that's all the convincing you need.

[scarlethexelove]

Our Omega

Pairing: Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5155

Warnings: Smut, Wanda and Nat have a penis, Soft!Nat, Rough!Wanda, Heat, Mating mark, Knotting, Breeding, Someone tries to attack reader but Wanda and Nat stop them, Hints to lactation kink, I really don't think there is much else.

Pt 2, Pt 3

A/n: I really hope this isn't shit. I really liked writing this. Wanda isn't too rough in this one but definitely rougher than Nat. Just sweet alphas who don't treat their sweet Omega like shit.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The door chimes causing your gaze to lift to the opening door. You’re shocked to see the people walking through the door. The Avengers have just walked through the door of your small bakery. Leading the group is the pack leader along with her mate. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, two alpha’s. The rest of the mostly alpha pack followed close behind. Normally so many alpha’s in an area won’t bother you but with you so close to your heat and being an unmated omega is making it difficult with all of them around. You put on a mask knowing you need to be your best when the most famous people in the world are in your bakery. 

With a wide smile you greet the group. “Hi, I’m Y/n. We have a wide array of baked goods for you to choose from. Just let me know what you would like and I’ll get them all ready for you.” Wanda tilts her head looking at you curiously but you just give her soft smile back. Nat is also watching you but you can’t seem to read her. The gaze of both the alpha’s on you causes a light dusting of pink to cover your cheeks.  The rest of the group looked around to see what they wanted to eat. 

Nat clears her throat. “Everyone wait outside.” She demands the rest. “But I want to look.” Tony whines. Nat turns to look at the rest. “I said wait outside. We will get everyone something.”  Nat’s demanding tone has your inner omega wanting to submit causing you to shrink in on yourself. As the rest go to wait outside the two alpha’s turn back to you noticing you’re dropped head and smaller form. “I’m so sorry mega. I thought it would be easier without everyone.” 

You wanted to be thankful for what she did but at the same time you need to be able to handle a room full of alpha’s if you want to have a successful business. But you know she just meant well by her actions. You lift your head and give her a small smile. Brushing off your previous distress and ready to help the two women with everything they need. 

With less alpha’s in the room their scents invade your senses. One of their scents laced with cinnamon and spices, reminding you of fall. The other smelling of sweet vanilla. Both of their scents are intoxicating already. Both women are very attractive but you know you can’t think like that they are already a mated pair and they probably wouldn’t want an omega like you. So you push it out of your mind and focus on running your business.

“What can I get for you?” You ask the women. They look around for a minute before Nat speaks up. “Two of everything.” You can’t help the look of shock at the woman's order. “A-are you sure?” She gives you a kind smile. “Yes please.”  You nod and start moving around to get everything you need. “Of course. I’ll have everything ready for you in a few minutes.” You move around the area gracefully. Throwing in a few extras as you go. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy the Avengers. 

You can feel their eyes following you but you are in your groove currently. Once you are done with everything they come up to the counter and Natasha pulls out her wallet. You wave your hands and shake your head. “No, no, no. It’s on the house, my treat. You guys do so much for the city. The least I can do is give you guys some food.” Nat shakes her head back at you. “I’m not sure your boss would like that. Also I insist.” She starts pulling out money ready to pay. “I’m actually the owner so I can give you whatever I want.” You tell the alpha. You would normally never talk back to an alpha, especially an Avenger but you want to get your point across. But neither of them are going to take no for an answer. Wanda takes some money out of Nat’s hands and gives it to you. You look down at the cash and back up at the alpha’s. You can tell by the looks on their faces that they will not take no for an answer. So you look back down at the cash in your hand and gasps. “This is way too much.” In your hand is almost $500 dollars, way more than what it cost to get everything. 

Both alpha’s shake their heads. “Keep it. You deserve it.” Wanda says. She has the softest and kindest smile you have ever seen. “I-I-I don’t think I can take this.” You stutter trying to hand some of the money back but neither of them will have it. Wanda takes your hands in hers. “Please take it.” You look at her hands around yours and then back up to her face. A small blush covering your face when you nod. “Okay.” You say barely above a whisper. She smiles before she and Nat take the baked goods, making their way out leaving you shocked. 

That is how your friendship with the Avengers started. After that day you saw at least one of them once a week. Sometimes alone and sometimes the whole team would come in. You built a friendship with each member but as they continue to come a crush on the two women formed. They were always so sweet and kind with you. Nat plays up a big persona of being hard and little emotion but you can see right through that facade. Which only makes your crush grow stronger, but you know you can’t act on it. So you leave it at that just a crush. 

With the Avengers frequenting your bakery your business picks up exponentially. You had to hire more employees to help you keep up. One of those being your best friend Kate Bishop. You thank the Avengers for their business and the fact they have brought in more customers for you. Always trying to give them free food but none of them ever take it. 

Today wasn’t like other days. You had 3 call offs and your heat was quickly approaching. You thought that you had a few more days but as the day drags on you know you won’t make it. You have already called Kate who had the day off hoping she could cover. She of course said she would but it would take her some time to get there. So now you’re fighting your heat and just waiting for her to get here. 

The room is filled with alpha's, some of them pausing to look at you. A hungry look in their eyes as they realize what is going on with you. You want to run and hide but you can’t leave the store unattended so you suck it up the best you can. That is until a wave of burning stabbing pain hits your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around your stomach, hunching over as you hold in a whimper. You don’t even hear the ringing of the bell as another patron enters the building. Another stronger wave has you crumbling to the ground, a whimper escaping your lips. 

You can now faintly hear a commotion but you can’t focus on the words or voices. You look up seeing an alpha about to jump over the counter when they are pulled back harshly. There is a commanding roar of an alpha that causes you to whine and bare your neck waiting for the alpha to approach. You wish your inner omega was stronger but with your heat here you can’t control it. Two alpha’s approach you quickly crouching down next to you. You let out another whine and strain your neck more. 

“Oh milaya, none of that.” Wanda’s hand cups your cheek. Both of their scents invade your senses, calming you down slightly. You can’t help but nuzzle her hand causing her and the other woman to smile at you. A whimper escapes as another wave of pain courses through you. Leaving the women concerned for you. They have been falling for you just as much as you for them but they were worried you wouldn’t like them back or want to be involved with Avengers. 

Just then Kate rushes in the door, her eyes scanning the room seeing that there had been a scuffle. Concerned for your safety when she can’t see you. She knows your heat is close, that is until she catches a whiff of your scent. She knows that you have gone into heat and how dangerous it is for you to have been here. She rushes around the counter stopping when she sees you curled in on yourself as Nat and Wanda crouch next to you. Wanda’s hand is still on your cheek. She lets out a growl at the woman. She knows that you aren’t in any danger with them but she instinctively wants to protect you while you’re so vulnerable. Neither of them move their concern only on you. 

“Kate, we are here to help. We don’t want to hurt her.” Nat speaks calmly to the other omega. Kate looks from them back to you. She can see you, how you're trying to nuzzle in further to Wanda. She lets out a sigh. “Sorry alpha.” She puts her head down. Becoming part of the Avengers pack as Yelena’s omega has gotten her close to them and she didn’t want to disrespect the pack leader. “It’s ok. I know you are only trying to protect your friend.” Nat moves closer to you leaning down and moving to pick you up. She acts slowly to give you the chance to pull away but you don’t. It makes the woman smile as she picks you up. You quickly wrap yourself tightly around her and nuzzle into her scent gland. Breathing in her cinnamon scent that calms you. 

“I think we will take her to the compound, she will be safe there. I don’t trust that after those alphas coming after her that she will be safe. They could easily follow her home.” Nat speaks to both Wanda and Kate. They both nod in agreement. “Kate, do you have this here?” Nat asks as she holds you closer to her. “Yeah I think I got this.” Kate replies before the door chimes. All three women go on defense growling at the scent of another alpha but all calm when they realize who it is. Kate’s mate Yelena struts through the door holding up her hands in surrender to the three as you whimper in Nat’s arms. 

Yelena smirks at the older alpha when she sees you in her arms, wrapped tightly around the woman like a koala. Nat rolls her eyes when she sees how her sister is looking at her. “Lena!” Kate says bouncing over to her and throwing her arms around her neck pecking her lips. Yelena’s hands placed firmly on Kate’s hips. “Yel help Kate out here we are taking Y/n to the compound. Some alphas attacked so maybe help her clean up a bit.” Yelena looks around at the mess brows furrowed as Nat speaks. That is until she catches your sweet scent. Instantly understanding your predicament and understanding why the three were growling at her as she came in the door. 

“Please be careful you two.” Wanda tells the alpha and her omega, handing Kate some money. Kate looks at the money and then back up to Wanda confused. “For damages.” Wanda explains. Kate is about to argue back about that but the look Wanda gives her tells her there is no room for that. She is second in command of the pack and will not take no for an answer. So Kate gives her a nod moving to start cleaning up the place, Yelena helping her mate clean as the two women leave with you. 

Once the alphas get you to the compound they take you to the spare bedroom next to theirs not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might have. It has been hard for them to fight their inner alphas to not to just claim you as theirs. You’re currently wrapped around Wanda tightly as she walks into the room. She goes to put you on the bed but you don’t let go. “Malyshka can you let go?” She asks softly, but your only response is to shake your head and whine. Being in their arms is the most comfort you have had in a long time dulling the ache.

So the women decide to take you into their own room. If it provides you the comfort you need they will take the suffering to make you feel even the slightest bit better. Wanda sits down on the bed with you still wrapped around her. Your head in her neck as you let her scent drown out your senses. Nat walked away from the two of you for a few minutes before coming back. In her arms is a plethora of blankets. She sets them on the bed next to Wanda. “Detka?” She crouches down in front of you two and says softly. “Can you please come out? I brought you blankets for a nest.” Her voice is still soft, watching you for any movement. 

Slowly you pull your head out, eyes landing on the pile. You hesitantly move not wanting to leave the comfort of the alpha but your inner omega is telling you to build your nest. “Thank you Nat.” You whisper, taking the blankets and moving to a corner of the room. It has been a losing battle to fight your inner omega who just craves the women. But you don’t want to overstep too much so you build your nest in the corner. You crawl into it moving things around till you’re comfortable. 

Being around the alphas has dulled your pain. It is still there but in less intense waves, but the slick has increased. You can now feel it coating your thighs. The two have watched you intently, hard uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. It isn’t until your small voice breaks the silence in the room that they break from the trance. “Alphas?” You whimper. The women quickly move over to you concerned that something could be wrong. You look up to them with tears in your eyes, scared to ask anything more of them but craving their comfort. 

Wanda’s hand gently cups your face, her thumb rubbing over your cheek gently. “Yes, omega. Do you need anything?” Wanda’s softness makes you purr as you nuzzle. “Please stay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they hear you. The women share a look before they agree. Nat gets in front of you which you instantly cuddle into her side, your head instinctively nuzzling into her neck. Wanda slots herself behind you. Both of them cuddle you tightly. 

Nat notices it instantly, your warm slick slowly coating her thigh. You start grinding against her thigh. Your brain is not even registering it until you let out a soft moan. A look of panic crossing your face when you realize what you are doing. “I-I-I’m sorry.” You try to pull away but their arms wrapping around you tightly keeps you in place. “What do you need mega?” Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles. You let out another whine at her words wanting to beg them to use you, breed you, mark you, to become their mate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, sweet girl.” Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there. 

You look up to the woman in front of you. “I want you, both of you.” You whisper. They are both slightly shocked but not entirely due to your recent actions. Nat’s hand cups your cheek. “Are you sure? This isn’t just your heat?” You shake your head no at her words. “Wanted you for a while. Didn’t think you wanted me. I’m nothing special.” You look down out of embarrassment waiting for the rejection, but it doesn’t come. Nat’s finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up  at her. She gently kisses your lips before pulling back your breaths mingling together in the open space. “We want you too, and you are special. You are the most kind and gentle person we have ever met.” 

It’s so quick that you don’t even notice. Wanda’s arms are removed from you and Nat has pushed you on your back hovering over you. “If you want us to stop or you change your mind you can tell us.” Nat tells you gently pecking your lips. “Are you sure you want this mega?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head. “We need words pretty girl.” You look at Wanda who is laying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Want you.” Was the only words that slipped past your lips. In an instant with red whisps all of your clothes are gone. You look at Wanda a bit shocked, a smirk playing on her lips. 

Soon the alphas' clothes soon follow. Their rock hard cocks springing free of their confines. You feel Nat’s slap against your stomach causing you to look down. Your eyes widen at her sheer size wondering how she will fit. Your eyes then trail to Wanda. She looks even bigger than Nat, not by much but a noticeable difference. You can feel more of your slick coating your thighs as you whine. 

Nat kisses your head as her hand guides her cock to your folds. Swiping through them coating herself in your arousal, her tip nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a moan as she keeps nudging. When she is satisfied, she moves the tip down to your entrance, looking at you for your confirmation that you're still ok. When you give her a nod, she slowly starts to push in. Slowly sinking her cock into your wet and warm cunt. 

“Fuck so tight.” Nat moans as your walls clamp around her member. You’re so thankful for your heat, your slick allowing her to slip in easily. You wrap your legs around her waist as she sinks in further. When her thighs meet your ass you gasp at the fullness. You’ve never felt this full in your life and it feels so right. 

Nat gives you some time to adjust to the stretch fighting her inner alpha to just pound into you mercilessly. Wanda turns your head leaning in to kiss you. Her hands reach between your bodies as she finds your breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaking your nipples causing you to moan in her mouth distracting you from the fact that Nat has pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Her pace is slow at first just getting used to you. You feel so good and she doesn’t want to cum too early. 

When Nat feels like she can, her pace quickens. She fucks into you gently, her thrust deep as she angle just right. Hitting your spot deep inside. Wanda’s mouth is still on yours as she swallows all of your moans. Enjoying your full breast in her hands, groping at pinching her nipples as her mate fucks into you. 

You don’t expect the alpha to be so gentle as she fucks you but it feels so good from her. Her caring and soft side showed through with every thrust of her hips. She leans up grabbing your hips watching as her cock disappears into your hole. Entranced by your sweet scent and how you take her so well. How your hips buck into her to meet her thrust trying to get her that much deeper. The outline of her cock bulging from your skin, she presses down and a loud moan is escaping you. She looks back up to watch as Wanda devours you, catching every whimper and moan until you can’t keep up anymore. 

“So pretty and made for us. Taking me so well.” Nat praises you. “So perfectly wrapped around my cock squeezing me so tight. Fuck.” She moans when you clench. Your panting, eyes closed as your orgasm builds. One of Wanda’s hands drifting down between both of your bodies finding your bundle of nerves pinching it between her fingers. You cry out in pleasure and pain as she continues. Both women bring you so close to the edge. Your walls squeezing Nat tight, her grunts and moans filling your ears. Her knot starts to form hitting against your entrance, just begging to fill you. 

Wanda’s hand continues toying with your clit as Nat drives her hips into you. Your legs are slightly shaking around Nat’s hips. She leans back down the more her knot swells. You're both close to cumming. She kisses your scent gland sending small waves of pleasure. Her hips become more erratic when her knot fully forms. Slamming against your entrance. With a few more thrust her knot pops in and her teeth sink into your neck. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. She marks you claiming you as her omega. Filling you with her cum as your back arches. Grinding into you as white hot ropes of cum fill you. Your cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her knot, milking her dry. She lets your neck go and licks your wound clean. You look up at her curious and hopeful eyes. She smiles and leans her head giving you access to the opposite side from where Wanda bit. You lean up sinking your teeth in her scent gland. She moans out and you don’t know how it is possible but you can feel a few more spurts of cum filling you. Which just causes you to moan around her bite. You release her and lick it clean just as she had done for you. 

You’re both panting, Nat’s knot locking you together until it deflates. Wanda’s hands move away giving you two a chance to bond. Nat takes the time to gently move you both so that you are on your side. You feel the bond growing strong as you bask in the aftermath. She gently kisses your lips before leaning her forehead against yours. The room is silent until you break it. “Thank you.” You whisper between you two. Nat smiles. “No need to thank me detka. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” The three of you laugh. It’s funny how you all wanted each other but none of you thought the other would. “Me too.” You smile, your breath still heavy between you two. 

When Nat’s knot finally deflates she removes herself from you. You let out a whimper at the lost feeling empty as your mixed cum leaks out of you. Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles against the naked skin. “My turn malyshka. I want you to ride me.” You look back at her, your eyes wide. “I-I’ve never.” You stutter a little having never ridden anyone before. She kisses your shoulder again. “That’s ok detka. You’re going to look so beautiful bouncing on my cock.” 

You feel Wanda shift as she lays on her back. You turn yourself to look at her. She has her hands behind her head and her cock standing proud. You don’t know how she was so patient when you look at her cock. Her tip is angry red and pre-cum has leaked all down her shaft. Her hand moves to wrap around and gently jerk herself. She had wanted to save all of her cum for you to fill you even fuller than you already were. You hesitate for a moment before getting up and shifting. Throwing your leg over her hips hovering over her cock. Her hand is firmly around her cock lining it up with your entrance. You look at her for a second when she gives you a reassuring smile. You give her a small smile before you start to slowly sink down on her. 

Wanda moves her hand back behind her head as she watches you sink down. “Fuck your right Natty. So fucking tight. Fuck even after you fucked her she is tight.” You blush at her words, finally sitting fully in her lap. You didn’t think you could feel this full. Both of them fit you so perfectly like they were made just for you. 

You grind your hips experimentally, the movement causing you and Wanda to moan. You can see the cocky smirk on her face as she waits for you to fuck yourself on her cock. “Fuck I can feel both of your cums leaking all over my cock.” She bucks her hips up, enticing you to move. You groan, taking her hint as you lift yourself up before slamming yourself down. You set a slow and steady pace as you figure out your moments. Bringing yourself up before dropping back down. Wanda enjoys the sight of your breast bouncing every time you sink back down. 

But your pace is a bit slow for the woman. “Ride me like you mean it detka. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.” You whimper, nodding your head and picking up the pace. Bouncing on her cock and grinding your hips when you meet her pelvis. The sight in front of her is perfect as the perfect omega rides her. Even at this angle Wanda can see a perfect outline of her cock filling your tight hole. Moaning knowing that you're so full of her and that she is going to fill you even more. 

Whimpers and moans fill the room as you continue to fuck yourself on her cock. Soon you feel hands on your waist as Nat moves closer to you two she helps guid you quicker on fucking her mate. Wanda’s hands moving to your plush thighs digging her fingers into the soft flesh. Starting to buck her hips up to meet you. Fucking you harder than Nat did. 

“Such a whore for us already. Taking our fat cocks in your tight little hole. Look at that.” Wanda presses her hand down hard on the bulge that appears on your lower abdomen. You cry out from the pleasure and her words, looking down to see her cock moving inside of you. Your walls clench her tightly at the sights. “Oh fuck you like that don’t you little whore. Love being fucked by your alpha’s.” Wanda’s moans, her words a stark contrast to Nat’s praises. She is rougher with her thrusts. Showing a different side to each woman. 

Nat turns your head towards her and kisses you hungrily. Wanda sits up planting her feet and thrusting up hard and rough. You love the difference between the two. A gentle Nat and a rougher Wanda. It turns you on immensely more slick coating Wanda’s cock the harder she drives her hips up into you. Nat still helping you fuck yourself down on her cock. 

“Such a perfect cock drunk whore for us. So pretty being our little cum dump, just for us to use.” With every word that Wanda speaks it sends you closer to the edge, your walls clamping down on her. You don’t know how she can keep her rough pace as your walls suffocate her cock. She moans as your walls tighten, her knot forming and pressing against your entrance begging to slip in. Wanda nibbles at your perky nipples. “Want to be bred full of our cum? Fill you with our pups?” You moan into Nat’s mouth mumbling a yes. 

“These tits would look so perfect, full of milk, your belly swollen with our pups.” She bites down on your nipple causing you to break the kiss from nat and cry out. “Mmm.” You whimper, her thrust becoming erratic as your knot fully forms. Nat lets your waist go and Wanda wraps her arms around you thrusting up harder and faster. You didn’t think she could go any harder or faster but it has you moaning louder. Your arms tightly wrapped around her as your nails dig into her back causing her to moan at the sting.

Wanda moves her head to the other side of your neck biting into your other scent gland as her knot slips inside locking you two together. You scream out and throw your head back as your vision blurs, cumming harder than you ever have before. Wanda’s cum joins Nat’s deep inside you filling the void and feeding the desires of your inner omega. Your whole body trembles in her hold as your bond forms. She pulls away, licking your wound. She lets you take the side opposite of Nat’s mark cementing your bond to both women. Small spurts of cum still fill you as Wanda grinds helping you both to ride out your highs. 

When you come down your rigid body slumps into Wanda nuzzling into her neck. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the side of your head. Her fingers gently rubbing at your back. Your arms loosely wrapped around her exhaustion taking over as you close your eyes. 

“Are you ok sweet girl?” Wanda questions kissing your head again. You hum in response, throat raw from your previous actions. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” You could hear the concern in her voice. So you pull back a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, it was perfect. Both of you.” Your voice is hoarse. You look back at Nat who pecks your lips. You would think that Nat would be jealous of how your body reacted to Wanda but all you can see is the love in her eyes. The stark contrast between the two is something you already love. How gentle Nat praising you as she fucked into you and how Wanda was rougher degrading you. 

When Wanda’s knot deflates they both help you up on wobbly legs taking you to a warm bath and cleaning you up. Your heat subsiding for the moment, a relief you thought you would never have. You’re all now cuddled up in your nest, your head on Nat’s chest, Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes droop shut as exhaustion from the day's events gets to you. If someone had told you that you would end up being the omega mate to two Avengers you would have laughed in their face but right now wrapped up with them is all you could have ever wished for. The love of two powerful and amazing alphas and they are all yours. “I love you two.” You mumble so close to sleep. Both women were smiling. “We love you too.” Wanda kisses your shoulder and Nat kisses your head. “Our omega.”

[cherrychilli]

18+

Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, friends to lovers, mentions of nudity, brief mention of masturbation (m). Basically, Eddie finds you sleeping naked in his bed.

A/N: Idk I've had this idea in my head for too long now and I need to exorcise it out of me with this little drabble or I'll never be able to get on with my life.

Forest Hills trailer park wasn't your usual stop after clocking out of work but after the day you’ve had you don’t have it in you to wait for the next bus back to your apartment. Your place is 30 minutes away but the journey is sure to take even longer in the current downpour.

Staying over at the trailer wasn't anything new. A spare key was entrusted to you years ago and you made use of it on days like this to crash at Eddie’s for convenience sake. The key came with the promise that you were welcome to anything you needed even if both Eddie and Wayne were away – shower, food, an extra change of clothes, what have you, and you needed them all today.

With Wayne out of town for a few days and Eddie due back in two hours you sink into auto pilot, weary down to the bone from your shift. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel as weird as it probably should when you started to undress in their kitchenette, hanging your work clothes over the back of a nearby chair, rummaging through the fridge in your bra and panties for a quick bite to eat before heading for the shower.

There wasn’t much in it besides beer since Wayne hadn’t been around to stock it. Eddie always preferred ordering take out over getting groceries – something you were going to nag him for again when you had the strength to do so.

Cereal it would have to be.

You located a box inside one of the cupboards, tipping the wheaty, sugary contents straight into your mouth without bothering with a bowl and spoon. It’s not lost on you how similarly you’re acting to Eddie right down to the unruly state of half undress, wiping crumbs off your lips with the back of your hand. If you finished off with a belch it'd be like he never left the trailer this morning.

The messy mouthfuls of cereal prove enough to silence the toad’s croak of hunger that'd been gurgling noisily inside your belly, putting the box away.

Traipsing through, feet dragging, you threw your clothes into the washer next along with your underwear, completely nude now in the Munson trailer as you made your way to the shower – but not before reaching out for Eddie's Garfield mug that sat on a nearby shelf, turning it around so that the cartoon cat's lazy smirk no longer faced you. For your modesty.

You try to keep the shower brisk, not wanting to use up all the hot water but with the way it sprays down on your aching body, the steam and heat combo soothing your poor sore muscles, it’s so blissful that you have to keep yourself from nodding off right there.

You did make use of Eddie’s body wash, some spicy, woodsy smelling thing in a jet-black bottle but you didn't dare use the two in one shampoo that sat in their shower caddy. It might have worked fine for Eddie and his wild mane but you knew better than to apply the stuff to your own hair. Fortunately, experience had taught you to carry a travel sized bottle filled with your own shampoo whenever you stayed over, working over your locks in a lather scented with cranberries and vanilla.

Stamina depleting by the second, toweling off and brushing your teeth takes the last sliver of energy out of you. Eyelids slipping, movements sluggish, limbs feeling too heavy for your own body to hold up – you’re shutting down whether you like it or not.

Dropping the damp towel on his bedroom floor, you intended to change, you really did. You’d even picked out one of Eddie’s washed t-shirts and a pair of boxers out of the laundry and set them down at the foot of the bed to put on before you made yourself comfortable but that’s not what happened.

Still nude, you crawl into bed, seeking warmth and soft comfort, numbed down to a kind of tunnel vision with rest being your one and only goal.

It feels all the more natural because you’re used to sleeping naked in your own bed, much too tired to remember that you’re not in your bed, draping a blanket that doesn't belong to you over your spent body, surrendering to sleep seconds after your head hits the pillow.

It'd still been raining when Eddie returns later. Dragging himself through the trailer, nearly as worn down as you had been, shaking the excess water out of his hair like a dog trying to get dry.

The smell of your shampoo still lingering in the air tells him you're there, finding you curled up in his bed, all bundled up to your neck. The sight makes him smile.

It doesn't take too long for him to join you, following a similar routine – a quick bite with the addition of a beer and then a shower, only he doesn't skip out on clothing himself in his PJ's first.

If he’d shared the blanket with you he might have found out about your lack of dress sooner but as the gentleman that he can sometimes be, he pulls out a spare blanket from the closet so as to not wake you, prolonging the discovery. Being friends for so long meant that sharing a bed was never awkward even after you'd became adults.

That was until the next morning came.

It’s not the stream of morning light brightening from a cool blue to a warm amber peeking in between the curtains that wakes Eddie, or even the tinny smack of his neighbor’s broken screen door gusting open just a few feet away from his bedroom window. It’s the warmth of your ass pressed flush against his crotch and his nose nestled in your sweet-smelling hair that pulls him out of a dream he wont be able to recall later if he tried.

He shifts closer, eyes cracking open, remembering the tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the bathroom counter. Remembering the new toothbrush placed in the cup next to his own. Remembering the powder blue towel that neither he nor Wayne ever used laying on his bedroom floor.

And then he remembers that he’s not alone.

Oh...

And then he wishes that he was.

Panic snaps up like a beartrap around Eddie when he realizes he's hard – his thick, throbbing erection pressed right up against your body.

Growing clammy, cold sweat beads on the back of his neck but he’s in luck because you haven’t noticed yet, still sound asleep.

This close together, he knows the slightest movement could rouse you. But what was the alternative? Wait it out? Hope to hell his boner goes away? Fat fucking chance. Not when the soft swell of your ass and your body heat alone had him questioning how he could ever go back to his calloused fist after this.

Carefully, desperately, he tries to inch back without waking you but just as he feared, you begin to stir. Your back arches instinctively, seeking out his warm, solid frame even in your sleep.

Shit shit shit.

The covers slip as you shift, your bare shoulders coming into view, eyes starting to flutter open. With no other option, Eddie swiftly rolls on to his back, his hard on no longer pressed up against you but the problem persists.

“Oh, morning”, you greet him through a yawn, pulling an arm out to rub at your eyes, blanket slipping lower but the frantic boy hasn’t noticed yet, too busy whipping his pillow out from under him to place over his lap.

“Uh-hey. Shower’s free if you wanna go first”, he offers quickly, smiling hard, hoping to subtly usher you out because he's too afraid to get up and risk you getting a load of the tent in his pants if he were to go ahead of you.

“Thanks”, you yawn again, still occupied with rubbing at your sleepy eyes to notice your best friend's pale face turning beet fucking red in an instant as you clamber out of bed, blankets no longer concealing you.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes dart everywhere, every bare inch of you on display. So much soft, naked skin it’s making him short circuit.

His gaze eagerly travels over the slope of your breasts as they jiggle gently with your movements, taking in your soft nipples, moving down over your belly and hips, noticing a few new freckles and beauty marks there along the way to the soft curls between your legs.

His erection digs into the pillow, brain dangerously close to fizzing because he’d been pressed up against you like that all night and not even known it.

A shiver works its way through you, making you question why it feels so drafty in his room all of a sudden. You turn back to ask Eddie if there’s anything wrong with the heating, catching the shocked expression on his face.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of your nude body, breasts bare, no underwear. It's a good thing the occupants of the trailer park liked to mind their own business, even if sometimes you thought they did so to a fault because in any other neighborhood your piercing screech would have had everyone within earshot dialing up the cops.

The scream ricochets off the walls at an ear ringing volume, causing Eddie to jolt and lose his balance, falling out of bed while you leapt back in. Grabbing his spare pillow, you press one half against your chest and squeeze the rest between your thighs to shield yourself.

Now he slaps his hands over his eyes.

---

More than anything, you try so hard to push it aside. To pretend that it hadn't happened but it looms over you like a cloud on the brink of bursting with rain.

After three whole days of walking around eggshells around each other it's Eddie who breaks first.

"I can't stand this I don't know what else to do, Can we just talk about it please?"

“Eddie…", you sigh, a gentle warning.

"So what if I saw you naked? you saw my boner!...sort of. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly make us even but it has to count for something, right? you're not alone in this"

You immediately set your wide eyes on the only other patrons in the diner to see if they’d overheard – two older women swapping pictures of their grandchildren over coffee and cheesecake. When neither of them take a pause in the middle of cooing about little Tommy's third Birthday or little Emily's first day of Kindergarten you redirect your attention back to Eddie.

“Eddie! Keep your voice down!”, you whisper shout at him from across the booth. "There are literal grandmother's here!"

He rolls his eyes. Not mean spirited, just unconcerned by the ladies and what they may or may not have overheard.

And then, even though no one’s paying either of you any attention, you lean closer over your half-finished key lime pie, one hand shielding the side of your face like you’re trying to avoid getting recognized by an ex who’s just walked in.

"I'm so embarrassed...please can we just drop it?", you plead, voice hushed.

He gives you this look of mild incredulity. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me", and the inflection in his tone almost gives him away, prompting him to double back immediately.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel more uncomfortable than you already do. So he doesn't need you to catch on that he's got every moment of your unintended strip tease memorized. Or that he likes to replay what he's since thought of as the best 10 seconds of his life over and over again when he's fucking his fist in the shower.

“I just mean that it's nothing to be embarrassed by. It could have happened to anyone. Who among us hasn’t napped in just their birthday suit before, am I right?” he finishes with a slight wince, knowing none of this is exactly helpful.

And you know he’s only trying to be nice in his own, sweet, bumbling way but you still feel terrible.

"I don't know if I can shake this feeling", you cast your eyes down, looking too close to despondent for his liking.

"Listen I- I don't know how to fix this but I want to. Please just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, okay?"

God, he's sweet and it makes you feel a little flustered being on the receiving end of that gentle stare, needing to shift the mood lest you drown in all that earnestness pooling in his eyes.

It's moments like this that call for a bad joke to cut the tension, right? some momentary and well meaning deflection before you're ready to address the matter at hand again.

Letting out a half hearted laugh, you make your best attempt to inject some humor into the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe it might help if you got naked too", you nervously scraped your fork against the buttery graham cracker crust of your pie, dislodging a few golden crumbs.

It was so very clearly a joke. At least you had thought so. Eddie? not so much.

His brown eyes go wide, looking scandalized, his voice coming out a little more quite than you're used to.

"What?"

"I mean, I showed you mine after all", you tried again in a cadence that was wholly unserious but once again, he fails to catch on.

"You want me to get naked for you?"

You should correct him and you mean to but before you're able to do just that, something about the way he's staring at you makes you want to match his seriousness. The fact that he didn't say no right away strikes you as weirdly intriguing.

"You don't have to", you clarify, adding, "It's just that – well, you asked and I think it could maybe help? to really get us on even ground?”

The words that come out don't feel like you own – foreign to your ears even though they're said in your voice, with your own lips forming them and your own tongue curling around every syllable.

What the hell am I doing?

Eddie pauses. Seconds drag on like nails on a chalkboard as he taps a ringed finger thoughtfully on the edge of his empty plate smudged with faint traces of cream cheese and lime zest.

"Fine. On one condition", he leans back, arms crossing over his chest, smiling wide and megawatt bright.

Oh my god is this really happening?

“...Yeah?”

"You're going to undress me"

---

Part two? who knows. Certainly not I.

[theangelshifter]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ “Angel” things to script !!

★⋆. ࿐࿔

!! these are things to script based off of things i do and what my own personality is like! (hence why it’s called “angel things to script”) please don’t confuse this with something similar like, “angelic things to script” ^^ !!

★⋆. ࿐࿔

˖ ࣪⭑ when your friends or family say something funny, you repeat it yourself

˖ ࣪⭑ you always end up trying to sit on countertops and desks wherever you are

˖ ࣪⭑ when you like someone, you give them little trinkets (such as pretty buttons, rocks, folded paper, beads, bracelets, soda can tabs, pretty wrappers, pretty papers, etc..)

˖ ࣪⭑ stuffed animals always catch your eye when you’re out and you always gravitate towards them to at least touch them

˖ ࣪⭑ you giggle at the smallest things

˖ ࣪⭑ you like warmly lit places (noo big lights!) things like lamps, candles, and fairy lights light up your home/room to make it have a warm and cozy feel

˖ ࣪⭑ if you go somewhere that sells books, you end up buying at least one every time without fail even if you have dozens at home still unread

˖ ࣪⭑ you sleep with a lot of blankets and pillows and basically make a nest/cave with them around you so you’re buried in them

˖ ࣪⭑ you like the peace and quiet, but sometimes you also like loud and energetic atmospheres. (it’s like a 50/50. you have two sides.)

˖ ࣪⭑ in public, you keep your phone brightness down so no one can see what you’re doing even if you’re just changing your music

˖ ࣪⭑ you love the night and the temperature it is in the late evening outside and you like to stay up despite getting sleepy kinda easily

˖ ࣪⭑ you like to sit on the floor with pillows and blankets

˖ ࣪⭑ you love putting things like a book, a hair clip, and perfume in a tote bag to carry around because you like the vibes, but rarely even use those things you put in there when you’re out

˖ ࣪⭑ you like using a little shimmery body glitter subtly so you feel more whimsical

˖ ࣪⭑ you have a signature scent/taste that’s sweet like a pastry (vanilla is my favorite ｡◕‿◕｡)

˖ ࣪⭑ you have a playlist for every occasion and emotion

˖ ࣪⭑ people never see you as threatening

˖ ࣪⭑ people trust you with their secrets (you are known to be good at keeping them!)

˖ ࣪⭑ you make soft sound effects when doing certain tasks when you’re alone or with people you’re close with

˖ ࣪⭑ when you’re upset you go quiet instead of showing you’re upset

˖ ࣪⭑ you can recognize people just by their footsteps

˖ ࣪⭑ you are a good liar and you are able to tell when people are lying themselves (even though you may not always confront them about it)

˖ ࣪⭑ you’re always fixing your hair

˖ ࣪⭑ you usually don’t like when people touch you, but when someone you’re very close with is near you like to hug them, touch their hands and head, and you like to lean on them

˖ ࣪⭑ you have a big sweet tooth

˖ ࣪⭑ you pickup on how others around you behave and unintentionally pick up how they speak and move to do it yourself (like phrases and motions)

˖ ࣪⭑ you are a VERY fast typer (keyboard on mobile and computer)

˖ ࣪⭑ you like to keep things that you get extra of just in case you’ll need it one day

˖ ࣪⭑ you like to cuddle up in big hoodies with the hood up

˖ ࣪⭑ in public, you are often seen with headphones on or airpods in because you’re always listening to something

˖ ࣪⭑ you always like to be prepared with tissues, bandaids, hair clips, and stuff like that

˖ ࣪⭑ you can see a story in all the little things

˖ ࣪⭑ you are able to figure people out easily

˖ ࣪⭑ you daydream a lot

˖ ࣪⭑ your canines are a little bit sharper than most people’s, giving you almost mini fangs

˖ ࣪⭑ you have certain phrases/noises you do often around people you’re comfortable with (that you’ve picked up from online, other friends, or that you one day just randomly started to do)

˖ ࣪⭑ people associate you with animals like bunnies, fawns, cats, foxes, doves, and lambs

★⋆. ࿐࿔

[dreamlikevening]

Pick A Fragrance ୨୧₊˚ʚ ;

messages from your higher self <3

you can pick based on appearance of the perfume bottle, or the notes which i will put below ♡ these fragrances are all by Le Monde Gourmand

pile 1 ~ thé matcha (notes: fig, cedar, matcha tea, bitter orange, vetiver)

pile 2 ~ chai épicé (notes: violet, fig, musk, lily of the valley, blonde woods)

pile 3 ~ fraise fouettée (notes: strawberry, banana, california orange, butter, heliotrope, coconut water, sugar, vanilla)

pile 1 - thé matcha

hello hello hellooooo. i got a feeling from your higher self that you're a bouncy person. i heard "free-looking" but also free-feeling. carefree kind of person. i'm getting taurus & sagittarius energy (could be significant placements or the house that they fall under in your astrology chart is calling your attention right now! for example, if you're a taurus rising, your higher self would be calling attention to your first house of identity, appearance, self-expression & such). if this resonates, it's extra confirmation that this is for you. i will also pull some paper slips with keywords for extra extra info <3

keywords: searcher & finder (got the message that you're a searcher/you spend lots of time searching but in a fulfilling sense), weekend, sequence, between the lines, triangle symbol (fire, so i'm getting you have a prominent fire placement), missing puzzle piece, "follow ♥︎", illusion, "full?", in the zone

cards: 7 of swords, 2 of swords, the world, page of cups

something your higher self is drawing your attention to is being more strategic when it comes to attaining something. to be more straightforward and honest with yourself. let's say you've been feeling lazy about getting a job but when you see, then fully accept that you have a Need to fulfill, you start to plan out how to attain that goal. you start with your resume, you pretty and polish it up, you create a profile, you start looking for jobs you'd be willing to work at. that's just an example of course, but something about getting real with yourself and getting organized as a result. your higher self is encouraging you very much and also protecting the situation for you. i definitely think they're being loud and clear about it, so if you've been seeing a lot of sings or been called to many readings recently, or been thinking heavily about a change you can make, that's them reaching out! "devote and dedicate yourself to what's important to you". you could be passionate about many things and have many goals but there's something here about re-prioritizing and organizing yourself so you don't overwhelm yourself with goals. take it step by step, one day at a time. just organize your thoughts, take the time to get to the root of your current needs. your higher self is highly recommending you to be decisive right now. and it'll be easier to make decisions once you organize yourself.

the way your higher self is seeing you right now is with pride. you are already so accomplished and maybe don't fully realize Just How Accomplished you are. not to the extent. so they want you to give yourself credit. compare your current self to a past version of yourself that wasn't as wise and didn't have as many tools, and you'll start to recognize just how many things you have done. you've overcome so much and your higher self is like "that's my girl" kind of vibe. you don't have to be a girl of course but it's that kind of feeling of a parent watching a child grow and gently guiding them towards success but really that child is doing so well on their own. but you can rely on them fully (your higher self). they want you to know they're always there for you and that you're so strong! also if you're into travel, they want you to know that you'll be able to do so much of it in your life, and that they'll protect you. "the biggest blessing you're receiving is that you're gonna start to get your shit together and take over the world" lol.

with lots of love, what they're working on and "crafting" up for you right now is: a new learning venture, a new passion/interest/love, an opportunity. take all of those as they resonate.

channeled songs: whenever, wherever by shakira, illusion by aespa, drip by izna, illusion by ateez, bus by travis

pile 2 - chai épicé

omg HIIII i got a burst of energy for this pile omg. i couldn't even spell LOL. okay. getting a cozy energy from this group like you could be a lover of comfort and all things mellow and relaxing. don't think you enjoy heavy and unpleasant media, which is some interesting wording so maybe you have a nice and adequate vocabulary or you're the kind of person that remains graceful in hard situations even if you're feeling quite intensely about something. i'm getting peaceful, pacifist, but strong vibes from you. your higher self really praises this because i think you've gone through quite an array of difficult experiences but you remain charming, kind, and loving. i just heard "i shed a tear", like i'm picturing your higher self and i think another guide of yours? perhaps an angel, or a "motherly" kind of spirit. definitely a feminine spirit. if saints resonate with you, i do feel that as well. you're definitely being commended for the person that you are. these are all intuitively channeled so far.

keywords: cheer up! signs, bad (i thought of bad, bad, bad by LANY), tell me, journey, set me free, zone, beauty, butterfly

cards: ace of pentacles, 6 of swords, king of cups, 4 of wands

first of all, your higher self is once again commending you for being the way you are. you are very balanced and well-rounded, seeing as we got an earth card, an air card, a water card, and a fire card. you have all the elements within you! and truthfully, we all do, but there's a tendency to lean into some elements more than others. you have the balance. you seem to really alchemize in your life and take in things that are important and necessary to you, leave out the rest, and create beauty. you spread it. i was also hearing that you're the kind of person that people talk about to their friends like. you make good impressions on others quite often. and you are respected. right now, your higher self is calling your attention to keeping your eyes peeled for some sort of promotion/upgrade. if you've been working on a project, they really want you to put it out there and do it your own way. there's a prosperous result on the horizon for you. so pay attention to any creative ideas, inspiration, and epiphanies that come your way! document them! clouds and hanging flowers could be positive signs that an idea of yours will come into bloom or have a very wonderful outcome <3 if you're interested in chakra work, i would suggest doing crown chakra activities/exercises during this time (feel free to look some up!) but yes, your higher self is saying to definitely move towards any creative endeavors right now. there are soooo many possibilities. a book that has really TRULY been super insightful to me as a writer and creative is "the creative act: a way of being" by rick rubin. if you're called to that, please please look into it! ♡

some blessings that your higher self is working on for you at this time are: a good support system, connection, compassion, important (& beautiful) gatherings, wish fulfillment (significant steps that you're taking in the 3D and 5D towards dreams of yours are shaping up into the physical and getting closer to you), celebrations (i also heard congratulations) 🎊🎂

i'm super duper excited for u and i think you're doing wonderfully. if you believe in fairytale endings, i do think that kind of energy is absolutely meant for you. things are happening pile 2!!!! keep movin' <3

channeled songs: bad, bad, bad by lany, any songs that have the keywords i mentioned at the beginning of your reading, such as "butterfly", congratulations by day6.

thank u for being here 🎀

pile 3 - fraise fouettée

welcome in, welcome in ♡ getting such a sweet vibe from this pile. magical. pink. if this isn't how you see yourself, maybe your higher self embodies that kind of pink, light, fluffy energy. i'm getting you could be really into pinterest, collaging, scrapbooking, ribbons, cake, dainty clothing, white clothing, be into fashion. getting a bit of jennifer aniston kind of energy.. your aura is definitely giving PINK. i also feel like you could smell very good (this is interesting bc the other two piles did not mention anything about the person smelling good despite this being a "pick a fragrance" lol) so i think you're very put together physically, and care a lot about how you present yourself. i think you take other people's feelings into consideration. you have a gentle leader kind of archetype. take that however it resonates. those were the intuitive messages i got, now for keywords!

keywords: bunny, wonder girls, "say ahh", like (with a heart on the i <3), black hair, hundreds, unlock, party, charm, cake, girl's generation (make u feel the heat), sensibility

cards: the fool, the star, 5 of swords, justice

let's get started! i'm getting that you're a smooth talker. you love talking or your passion has something to do with using your voice and really getting a point across to people. and i think you're naturally gifted at that whether you sense it or not. your higher self is reassuring you about this right now, and also bringing your attention to situations where you have to either be upfront with people, explain something to them (maybe some of you are tutors or teachers of some sort), or present ideas to people. so if things like that come up, it was divinely guided for sure. you are meant to really take in this situation and learn from it. i think a lot of doors are opening up for you at the moment, perhaps you're in a "blank canvas" part of your life right now. so many things you could do, so many ways you can go. and it's all up to you. i'm hearing "design your own life". if you're skilled in the arts, you are also skilled in manifestation. that was specifically for you. your higher self is really recognizing your potential right now, if in the past you had a hard time listening to your intuition, they're thanking you now for having faith. "it's not easy, but it's so beautiful and true to you and your journey". for some reason marie antoinette just popped into my mind. you could really influence people because of your natural abilities. and i do think you have lots of potential to gain a lot of recognition for them. big scale. the house that scorpio falls under in your astrology chart could be significant right now, so if you're curious, look into it! at first i was getting such a pretty vibe from this group, and you still are, but as i got more into it, I felt a very sharp and direct feeling from you. you could surprise a lot of people with your thoughts, way of commanding a room, and overall your approach to communication and life. very cool person if i do say so myself.

blessings that your higher-self is sending your way are coming out in quite a straightforward manner: karmic justice. people getting what they deserve. the truth being revealed. unveiling.

i think that your higher self has watched over every single situation where you've been treated unfairly by others. it's funny to them, because they know exactly why those people were acting that way, and they're just happy you won't end up that way. they want you to rest assured, you have nothing to worry about. you can leave all of that in the past, and know that they, and the rest of your guides are all here for you. standing next to you. protecting you. and giving you the wisdom to see through those kinds of situations. you become smarter and much more compassionate each step of the way. your higher self is really working on giving you a more gentle time of your life, full of light, forgiveness, and innocence. beautiful and positive relationships and experiences are coming your way.

channeled songs: smooth operator by sade, pity party by melanie martinez, tell me by wonder girls, dying by echobelly, closer to fine by indigo girls, see you by depeche mode

i got the idea for a "pick a fragrance" out of the blue but i have watched a video by Kino Tarot on youtube where she did this so inspiration was derived from her :D

thank you for being here ♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. 🌷

[sturnmeovr]

"Babe?" Chris's voice echoes thru the apartment, followed by the front door closing behind him. Flipping the heavy comforter back, you pull yourself to your feet, stumbling out of his bedroom. The hardwood floors felt cold on the bottoms of your feet as you made your way to the kitchen, knowing that’s where he’d be. "Jiffy peanut butter, kosher dill pickles, Mcdonalds french fries, and a vanilla ice cream cone," he names off the list of food items you texted him on his way home. 

Chris got his license a few weeks ago, making it a lot easier for him to get the frequent cravings your baby urged upon you throughout the days. Before he’d always rely on Matt or he’d take your car and risk it, not wanting you to drive when you were vomiting every half hour. You let out a sigh of relief once he tells you he got everything you wanted, the ice cream and fries were the only thing your baby allowed you to eat, but recently you’d had a hankering for pickles and peanut butter. "Thank you. Beans been wanting these since last night," you hum, tiptoeing to press a kiss to his lips. Chris leans into the kiss before placing a hand on your belly, "whatever he wants. I know all you can keep down is fries and ice cream, so I got extra," he admits, digging a hand into the mcdonalds bag, and taking out a few fries to shove into his mouth. You make your way to the silverware drawer, pulling out two spoons and a butter knife, quickly making your way back to him to take a spot on one of the barstools at the island.

You watch as Chris pulls one item after the other out of the bag - a half pint of vanilla ice cream, kosher dill pickles, and jiffy peanut butter. Next, moving to the McDonald’s bags, he had clearly got extra for his brothers. Not being able to wait any longer, you fumble with the lid of the pickle jar, desperately trying to open it. Chris bites back a smile at your impatientness, "chill, kid. I’ll get it in a second, geez," he chuckles while his hands are still busy separating the orders. His response makes you huff and sit back in your seat, placing a hand over your belly as you realize Bean was doing somersaults at the smell of McDonald’s french fries, or maybe it was cause your baby’s dad was around. It was very evident that anytime Chris was near, your baby was very active. It didn’t matter if he was touching or talking to your belly, or if he was just simply next to you. His cologne always being a dead giveaway for baby bean to start the bullshit, flipping and kicking you relentlessly until you were uncomfortable. 

You were excited how fast paced your pregnancy was going. You were eighteen weeks in, nearly half way thru your second trimester and your pregnancy. Even though your morning sickness was just now letting up, the anticipation thickened in your gut by the day. The thought of having your baby in your arms was becoming more and more real. 

In the beginning, you had a hard time wrapping your head around the idea of you being someone’s mother. You and Chris’s relationship was progressing fast, and he seemed to be on his best behavior, knowing how he was in the past made you uneasy about how he’d do once the baby was here, but only time could tell. You were just grateful you weren’t going thru these difficult nine months alone. 

Nick walks around the corner, messy haired and sleepy eyed. You watch as he pulls open the fridge door, grabbing a drink, turning to you and Chris, "what is today?" he asks, gesturing towards the ingredients placed on the counter. You groan in annoyance, it irritated you that you didn’t have control over your own appetite, "I’m not sure yet. Either pickles and peanut butter or ice cream and French fries again," you hold out the pickle jar to him and he takes it willingly, popping it open with one easy twist of his wrist, and handing it back to you. "Thank you," you mouth before flipping the lid off to fish out a pickle. 

"Impatient ass," Chris teases, sucking his teeth playfully. "You were taking forever," you mumble as you open the peanut butter jar, tearing the paper seal off, and dipping your pickle into it. Chris and Nick watch you in disgust as you chop down on the pickle. You let a satisfied moan erupt from your lungs as the crunch of the pickles mix with the thick, sticky peanut butter, making baby bean thrash around as soon as the mixture hits your taste buds. "Yup," you cover your mouth as you talk, pointing at the peanut butter, "this is it," feeling accomplished you finally satisfied the pregnancy craving you had since last night. You felt relieved that you and the baby were finally agreeing with something other than fries and vanilla ice cream. 

"That’s foul. Your kid like pickles, it’s gonna be a fucking menace," Nick jokes as he scrunches his face. His comment earns a shit-eating grin from Chris, and you shrug your shoulders, not caring about your disgusting food concoction. There was no way you’d be eating this if there wasn’t a little being inside of you telling you that you needed it. You dip the pickle again, and Chris speaks up before you can take another bite, "let me try." 

You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised that he was even asking. He didn’t even like pickles. "Chris, if you try that I’m literally going to puke," Nick chimes in, slapping a hand over his mouth as he watches Chris take a peanut butter covered pickle from you, "I don’t know. She makes it look good, man," Chris says as he eyeballs the savory goodness nervously, looking at you for confirmation. You shrug, "you probably won’t like it if you don’t like pickles," telling him before taking a few french fries from the meal he placed in front of you moments earlier. 

You look over at Nick, he was already plotting on his next works, a smirk laid on thick across his lips, “no balls.” Chris furrows his brows at his brother, “I have balls. My girlfriends pregnant,” he shoots back, leaning towards you. "Not enough hair on to take a bite of that nasty ass -" Nick's words come to a halt as Chris chops down on the pickle, "oh my god. Chris, you’re disgusting!” You watch as Chris’s face contorts with repulsion, laughing with Nick as tosses it down on the counter, gagging while he runs to the trash can to spit it out, "think m’gonna be sick," he calls out before making his way back to the counter to take a drink of his Pepsi, "yea I’ll stick with the fries and ice cream."

"Yea, good plan," you tell him, patting his back before fishing out another pickle to dip. 

Wc - 1186

An - Back with another one, Baby Bean has only let sweetheart!Reader keep ice cream and mcdonalds french fries down (obvi cause its Chris's kids) but pickles dipped in peanut butter have recently been added to the menu 😭 Doing the gender reveal soon! <3

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[nastyaromatherapy]

More Ethan Landry smut plsssss🙏🏼 I love your work

Awkward (18+)

Sex with a mutual friend becomes regrettable.

pairing - ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 2.4k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, tbh for once this is super vanilla so nothing to say

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” Ethan groaned, slowing his thrusts as he emptied himself into the condom. You whined, having already came about thirty seconds prior, being left extra sensitive as he reached his high. “Fuck that was incredible,” he sighed as he lowered his chest onto your back, breathing down your neck. You both let out a synchronized sigh when he pulled out. “Mhm,” was all you were able to get out, fucked out and tired.

After getting a call from Chad, he quickly put his clothes back on and kissed your forehead goodbye. This left you sitting on your bed alone with your thoughts. Once the feminine post nut clarity hit you, you were burying your face into your hands. 

Ethan? Landry? Seriously?

You were embarrassed. It wasn’t that he was bad at sex - that was too far from the truth - and he wasn’t ugly either. You just knew that if y’all ever went public about this you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Wait, public? That wouldn’t be needed because y’all just had sex casually. Although it didn’t help that you had feelings for him. You hoped he wouldn’t make it a big deal and would just move on from this. 

The next day you sat down at the picnic table you and the rest of your friends always sat at during lunch in your designated seat. Chad sat in front of you, Ethan next to Chad, Tara next to you, and so on. Only today, Ethan came to lunch sooner than usual and stole the seat next to you. Chad didn’t say anything, so he must’ve been informed about this already. God, did Ethan tell Chad you two had sex?

“Hey,” he said, being friendly. You just wanted to crawl into a hole. “Hey,” you said, looking down at the wood of the table top. Luckily, Tara came at the right time to save you. “Ethan, get the fuck out of my seat,” she demanded. Ethan chuckled, “What, are you in middle school Tara? It doesn’t have your fucking name on it.” Chad couldn’t help but let out a snort and Tara threw her hands up in defeat, plopping down next to him in Ethan’s usual seat. “I hear we’re being mean to Ethan, what’d he do this time?” Mindy asked, always getting a kick out of teasing him, as she walked to the table with Anika following behind. “Oh you know, he’s just being his usual pain in the ass self,” Tara said, giving Ethan the fakest smile which he returned. 

In between a conversation, when Quinn was complaining about her relationship problems, you felt Ethan snake his fingers onto your thigh. You quickly packed up your food and then pried away his fingers that were mere centimeters from your crotch. “Um you know what, I think I’m gonna go for a walk. See you guys,” you said, swiftly removing yourself from the table. That was awkward as hell.

You were laying on the couch, watching tv to help the godforsaken day go by faster. Tara emerged from the hallway, opening up a cabinet to grab a bag of chips to join you. “Ethan was being weird today, right?” She asked you, which immediately woke up your thoughts. “Oh, um, what do you mean?” You asked in a weak attempt of playing it cool. “I don’t know the way he totally stole my seat today? I mean yeah, he’s right. It’s not my seat. But why does he wanna sit there? He totally likes you,” she said once she plopped onto the couch, holding out the chips to you. You denied both her claim, and offer of snack. “No he doesn’t,” you spoke, although you knew he did, and you were holding back your blush. “Oh come on y/n, wake up! Especially since Chad didn’t want to defend me.” You shrugged in response. “Or maybe Chad wanted to sit next to you. Think about it.” You practically saw a lightbulb glowing above her head, and she started to nod her head in agreement. “Touché.” 

Right when the show started getting good your phone chimed, and you looked down to see Ethan’s contact photo. You quickly opened it. “Hey, are you ignoring me?” It read, and your stomach dropped. Shit. You quickly excused yourself to Tara and walked into your bedroom. As you were typing your response he texted he would be coming over to your place. Well, time to find a way to kick Tara out and keep Quinn from coming. As you walked out into the living room Tara called out, “Hey y/n, everybody’s gonna be hanging out at Chad’s place. You coming?” Fucking hell. Chad’s in on it. Of course he was, Ethan couldn’t do it without his wingman. “No thanks, I’m gonna stay here,” you said. It didn’t take long for Tara to leave.

You felt your insides twist from anxiety as you heard a knock on the door. You reluctantly walked up to the door and opened it. “Hey Eth,” you tried to say in an upbeat tone, but sadly it still came out pretty weary. “Y/n, I know you’re ignoring me,” he stated. You looked at the ground as he walked in, closing the door behind him. “Forgive me if I read shit wrong but I thought we had a good time and that we liked each other.” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We do! And we did. It’s just,” you were at a loss for words. How could you tell him you would be embarrassed of being in a relationship with him without telling him? “You’re embarrassed of me,” he finished for you. You opened your mouth to protest and then you realized, he wasn’t lying. He sighed when he saw this, he had a little hope you would say something against it. “Well now that we’ve cleared the air,” he said as he started to walk out. “Ethan,” you sighed, which caused him to turn around. Before he could finish saying the word “yeah,” you were standing on the toes of his shoes, kissing him. 

He quickly got lost in it, picking you up slightly off the ground and returning it with equal need and lust. You found yourself on the couch on his lap, your cunt directly on top of his bulge that was poking at your entrance. His hands found stability on your hips and he guided you on his clothed cock, helping you grind against him. You felt his warm fingers inch up your shirt before you pulled away and said, “We can’t do this here. What if Tara and Quinn come home?” 

He wanted to say no, to take you here on the couch even with the risk, but it’s obviously not what you wanted. So, he had no choice but to comply and carry you to your room. He closed the door and locked it, and you giggled when he threw you onto the fuzzy comforter on your bed. “I guess it’s not so bad. Bigger surface, more ways to fuck you-“ He started to say before you threw a pillow at him. “Shut up,” you joked.

He climbed on top of you - hovering so he didn’t crush you - and kissed at the sweet spot on your neck. Your mouth went agape and you whimpered softly into his ear, the sounds rushing blood straight to his erection. He bit his lip as he let his hand trail down to your crotch, cupping it through your jeans. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he felt the moisture in between your legs, he couldn't even imagine how wet your panties were, better yet your pussy. You were getting hot, so as he unbuttoned your pants, you removed your top, leaving your upper chest, glistening with sweat, exposed. You helped him kick off your jeans, leaving you in your underwear, which proved you weren’t planning on getting laid today. Your bra was well, a bra. Beige with slight push-up. Your panties were a navy blue and not the sexiest thing ever, slightly cheeky though. Point is, you were a little embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was way more focused on the way your panties were dripping, tiny globs of white and clear residue collecting on the outside of your gusset. You were surprised he didn’t cum at the sight, noticing the way he was practically salivating and clawing to get your panties off.

He pushed your thighs aside, gaining sight of your needy sex. He spat onto your slit, noticing the way your hole fluttered open when he did so. “What, you like that?” He chuckled. Your face heated up. “Yeah,” you squeaked when he connected two fingers to your clit. “Y/n it’s fine if you don’t want anything serious. But just know all the amazing sex you’d be missing out on..” He started as he rubbed faster circles on your clit. “N-no Ethan, I want you,” you stammered. He hummed to himself as his fingers explored his parts, slippery yet sticky. It was easy for him to slip two fingers into your cunt, since you were already so nicely lubricated. He started thrusting his fingers slowly, and he smirked as he watched your pretty face sinfully contort. Your mouth formed into the shape of an o as your eyebrows pushed inward, your eyes squinting as well. “Is that right? You’re mine?” He asked as he curled his fingers against your g-spot, making you arch your back above the mattress. “Yes, fuck,” you moaned, which gave him a pleased expression.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you silently groaned. He started to pull his shirt up above his head which you helped him with. You laid your hand on his toned chest, and he leaned down, interlocking his lips with yours. He groaned into the kiss, his hands reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, throwing it aside. “Can I see your cock, baby?” You asked in that sweet voice that makes his mind go blank. He nodded, in a trance, before snapping back to reality and unbuttoning his pants. He stood from the bed, removing his jeans and tossing them to the side, long forgotten.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, laying on your stomach as you reached for that bulge in his boxers. Your fingers hooked his waistband and pulled them down, discarding them on the floor. You let out a soft moan as you watched his girth shoot up, free from its confines. He groaned as you wrapped your fist around it, stroking slowly from the base dotted in brown curls to the pink tip. You licked a stripe up his length, making his mouth falter open. “Fuck, stop. I need to fuck you,” he said impatiently, picking you up off the bed.

He held you in his arms, and you involuntarily wrapped your legs around his hips. Your cheek was pressed up against his pec as his hand snaked in between your bodies, grabbing his cock and pressing it up against your entrance. You inhaled sharply, preparing yourself for the stretch you had to experience yesterday. “Shit,” he grunted as he started to inch himself in little by little. You whined as your cunt widened to accommodate his size. “Pussy so fucking tight,” he panted into your ear before he pushed himself in entirely. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as he started moving in and out of you, hands gripping your ass. He easily man handled you like a fuck toy, pushing you against him in time with his thrusts. “Ethann,” you whimpered out, turning your head to look up at him with glossy eyes. “Yeah baby? Wanna tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy pussy?” You nodded, letting out needy moans as he picked up his pace. “Mhm, so good.”

He smirked cockily as he watched you become cock drunk on his dick. He continued to hold you up with one hand, the other stroking your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you, but you could barely kiss him back, not when he was twisting every organ in your body. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he panted once he pulled away from your lips, staring down at your body that his cock found so much pleasure in. “Mmfph, please E. So fucking close,” you cried as you shut your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure. You whined as you felt pressure build up inside you. He sped up, pounding into your cunt relentlessly, helping you and himself reach an orgasm. You covered your mouth with your hand, just in case your roommates came home, and screamed into it. “That’s it, fucking take it,” he groaned before laughing to himself. You looked at him with a confused expression.

“I forgot the fucking condom,” he started to stop before you stopped him. “No keep going. Just, pull out,” you said. “Are you sure?” He asked skeptically, and you nodded in response. He started moving again, “fuck I’m close anyways.” You nodded in agreement. Your whines grew quicker, more excessive. And from the way you throbbed around his cock, he knew you were gonna cum. The second you squealed the words, “I’m cumming!” you convulsed, moaning curses as a trickle of clear fluid dripped from your cunt down your thigh. Remembering his instructions, Ethan pulled out  and came, groaning your name. His cum spurted onto your stomach and dripped down onto the floor. When the two of you’s breathing slowed down, he laid you on the bed and collapsed next to you. You both looked at each other and laughed, before leaning in for a sweet kiss. 

You got dressed, and so did Ethan, although the clothes did nothing to hide the sweat and must that radiated from y’all. On top of that, since the clothes were thrown so recklessly, they were far more wrinkled than when the day began. The two of you walked out into the living room, and you didn’t expect it to be a walk of shame.

Nevertheless, you found all of your friends staring at you in disbelief. Mindy mock gagged, and by reading Tara’s face alone you weren’t sure if she was happy or disappointed. Quinn was in shock and Anika just looked concerned. Chad however looked smug and held his hand out to Mindy who groaned. “Told you they were having sex. 20 bucks.”

[magic-f3tus]

(I'm gonna be one of the first ever requests here>:33(just found u,dunno yo first acc lmao-))

So, u write for Crk? Fantastic, cus I'm currently have a obsession season with emo Vanilla- I mean Truthless Recluse:3

He's emo, so I just got a small idea: reader being Shadow milk's little sibling, so they got some of the silly from their brother; jester brother? We got a magician sibling>:). Like, love doing little card tricks for Truthless to watch (he just peak. A bit.), following him like a clingy little kitty, floating around poking him, trying to get some reaction out of this emo face, stealing his hat; but does he mind? Yes... (Nah, he doesn't, just doesn't show that he enjoys it, being your bodyguard to stop your risky tricks). But at April fools this year, they decided to annoy him in another way; chatting with Black Sapphire, have tea parties with Candy Apple, goofing around with her brother, COMPLETELY ignoring our little healer, so, what will he do? Let your imagination with the fic explore, I'll wait>:33

(sorry if it's long, and take care too, wish you the best luck)

(I wonder what Arcana game did you mentioned? I just know Arcana Twilight-)

-🫐☕

Ngl this is a fun idea.

Also the Arcana game I'm referring to is called The Arcana : A Mystic Romance and it's made by Nix Hydra.

It's so worth it to check out and my fav character is Asra

Is Arcana Twilight good btw? I heard of it but haven't checked it out yet.

The Sibling of Deceit

And their companion with the big hat !

Shadow Milk Cookie has a younger sibling and they oh so love to trail behind the newest addition to the Spire! How fun! Always poking and prodding, showing him their newest tricks and treats and all that jazz. Though they are feeling extra mischievous today and who other to target than their favourite companion !

And they know just what to do...

Truthless Recluse felt that something was amiss when his eyes opened from his slumber. The Spire was too silent for his comfort.

The usual feel of mischief nowhere to be seen. He stood up from the bed that he rested on, picking up his staff as he searched for his hat.

His hat was missing? Hah he knew that they would do something like this! Ignoring the happiness that he felt.

So what do they want him to chase for his hat?

Absolutely not!

He'll leave this room without it the- his hat had fallen by his bedside. The externally stoic cookie was now looking slightly flustered.

Maybe he was wrong...

Nevertheless, his peace was still disturbed. No attempts to steal his hat, poke and prod his attire, convince him to partake in nonsensical stunts.

It was completely silent. He wandered the Spire in complete solidarity, the lack of interaction was getting to him and he was tense, hoping that something might occur or a prank be pulled.

Cause he was very convinced that this was an elaborate plan. How else would you explain that the cookie would trail him upon sight cease to do so. Just like that??

As he continued his steps through the place, a familiar voice was heard chattering away.

Like the uninterested cookie he is, he follows that voice.

"Oh! Candy Apple darling, this sweet tea is simply splendid!"

There you were sitting on a comically small chair made for Candy Apple Cookie. Giggling and laughing with her. For a brief moment your eyes met before you got up and excused yourself.

With that he concluded that this was a deliberately meant for him and he wouldn't fall for such blatant trickery. He turned around walking away though where he doesn't know but maybe hoping that he would hear your voice again.

After a while he encounters Black Sapphire, the cookie giving him cordial greetings and in the distance he sees you again. This time you were conversing with Shadow Milk Cookie. The Beast laughed at something you said, he wasn't able to hear from where he was.

Though mildly frustrated his steps moved unconsciously towards you and you along with Shadow Milk seemed to take notice as the latter patted you on the shoulder and disappeared.

This time you didn't disappear and even if you wanted to he grabbed you before you could.

You shot him a clueless look. "Is something the matter Truthless?"

The face he made at your question was utterly priceless. The furrow of his eyebrows, eyes widening, mouth aghast and head in this judgemental turn.

Until he regained composure much to your dismay. "Nothing seems to be the matter. Why do you inquire?"

It took your whole baked body to resist laughing and he looked exasperated.

"Oh no you look quite flummoxed"

Truthless Recluse felt that something was amiss, and something was definitely amiss.

"Oh really, I wasn't aware."

That broke the camels back for you, erupting in continuous laughter while he only looked more exasperated.

"Just so you are aware, this whole thing wasn't humorous one bit."

"Oh it definitely was you just aren't funny enough."

You shot him a grin while he turned around and walked away not wanting to deal with you. Floating alongside him you plucked his hat from his head and placed it on your own.

"Soooo you missed me?"

"Why would I?"

"OH COME ONNNN. You so missed me."

And this time he shot you a grin.

"Nothing you can prove."

>> As I was writing this I realised that I write so much angst that I forgot how to funny.

[smallplaceinthecosmos]

Having played on some small modded SMPs a few times over the last several years, when you start going above more than a few mods it does get overwhelming really fast - and all of the ones I've been on have had like. Somewhere between 70-200 mods apiece? I watched Jimmy's first day stream for a bit and he said this one had like 300, which is insane.

I guess it depends on what kinds of mods too, how bulky the modpack is - I didn't watch enough beyond to know there's like. The Biomes You'll Go mod I think, some quality of life stuff, and the sorts of little mods pretty much every heavily modded SMP has like Waystones, not to mention all those fantasy mods I don't recognize. Just from what I saw it looks like it would kill my poor computer for good (although that's...not saying much). I know when I'm building I always end up getting overwhelmed and sticking to a lot of vanilla blocks even when there are countless cool looking modded options, and there's too much of a learning curve a lot of the time for me to want to get into the more technical mods when I can just loot places for good gear and go on a quest to make a giant farm full of a bunch of modded crops. (I think exploring new biomes is something I enjoy the most with modding. Betternether and Betterend are some of my favorite mods for that reason.)

When you're making the modpack yourself it gets really hard to narrow it down when there are so many cool options to pick from, whether you have a theme in mind or not. But I feel like oftentimes things get so bloated with mods that are redundant or that no one uses, and basically only serve to make my computer take five more minutes to load up the game. I haven't watched practically any of this SMP to know what I think of it specifically - at least probably folks who Play Video Game for a living have good enough PCs to run such a hefty modpack! I may have to watch more just to see.

oh. my god. just joined rens stream on the new modded smp where a bunch of hermits/empires and friends play, 2 hours later because I was watching zits Olympics and then xisuma (sorry priorities) and got so overstimulated with how modded it is- its not bad really I've just. haven't watched anything modded in years (besides vault hunters)

[deceit-and-knowledge]

A flowery scent? Hmm... Well, blueberry plants do produce flowers, but... Are you sure it's from Professor Sage? Dr. Healer, would you be able to track down the scent's origin? - Umbrella Anon

h: *stands up and goes near sage, smelling him*

t: *jealous glaring*

f: h..huh..

h: nope it's him.. how strange.. what perfume do you use?

f: none.. I didn't put any on.. well not yet..

hm.. describe the scent, it could be vanilla.. I was sleeping on recluse all night..

l: sleeping... On?

f: l-like his lap! He's very comfortable.. albeit small.. and could use some extra dough on him~ <- sage you're exposing yourself-

t: pardon?

f: UM. nothing my dear sweetie orchid!

h: hmm.. well it's not blueberries, it's not particularly a flowery scent I'd find here. Most of the flowers are those disgusting lillies, orchids and those weird milk scented flowers.. it smells more like cherry blossoms or strawberries.. which his majesty pure vanilla cookie has neither of..

why would you produce such a scent...

f: I'm not sure.. I'd have to ask shadow milk cookie, he's more educated on various topics than moi. Buttttt he's out with his "minions"..

h: hm..

l: *groans in knowing*

[ghostchems]

More getting stoned with Terzo please

He's just so funny and it's so cozy whenever I read them.

You settle your head on Terzo’s chest, trying to get comfortable in the new position, letting your legs dangle off the side of your bed. The idea of you being this close to him would have felt like a pipe dream not long ago, but the two of you bonded quickly over a shared interest - getting high and acting dumb. A joint hangs out of his mouth as he runs his fingers lazily through your hair, his mismatched gaze miles away. His touch is intimate, making your eyelashes flutter and you struggle with your breath. Somehow he could always make you melt. There’s a faint smell of vanilla in your nostrils, the wood-wicked candle burning on your nightstand to give the illusion of helping mask the smell.

“Hey, hey — “ He uses his large hand to gently grab the top of your head and lift it up so you’re able to look at his handsome face. Terzo’s hair is perfectly disheveled, a few loose strands brushing his forehead, and he gives you a lop-sided grin, some of his paint smudged off his lips. “No wandering of the mind, tesoro. You are only allowed to focus on me, si? Isn’t that what you asked for?” His accent is much stronger while high, rolling some of his r’s and being extra dramatic about it. He’s starting trouble, just like he always does. Terzo is always one to poke fun, whether it be as Papa or in a less formal capacity, but none of the siblings ever raise hell back. Except for you but only when you’re high.

“What I asked?” You snort and lift yourself from his chest, sitting up and looking at him over your shoulder. “You came here because you specifically wanted my attention.” An elbow pokes into his ribs and he squeaks before lunging for you, his strong arms curling around you, capturing you in his grasp. You fight back valiantly and squirm in his arms until he starts to giggle and loosens his grip. He leans his body weight on you, arms draped across your shoulders and his nose pressed against your neck.

“Shhh, let me pretend.” Terzo mumbles into the crook of your neck and then blows a raspberry into it. You scream and try to fling yourself away from him only for him to come with you. He lands on top of you in a heap, his body completely dead weight which would be incredibly annoying if it were anyone else. You give a theatrical groan beneath him and manage to shove him partly off of you so that you can breathe more comfortably. “You like it, amore. I know you do. See? You are blushing, eh?” A hand snakes up to your cheek, brushing it lightly with his thumb as he lifts his head to look at you with puppy dog eyes. You sigh and then leaf your fingers through his impossibly smooth hair, brushing the loose strands out of his face.

“Maybe just a little bit.”

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[ohwhatagloomyshow]

tag game ✨ get to know me!

tagged by @gemmafuckingscout thank you for the tag!!! <3 I will also put under a read more out of respect for everyone's dash lmao

1) are you named after someone? technically! my dad's great aunt on his father's side died when he was nine (he never met her) and when he overheard his folks talking about her he thought "that is the most beautiful name i've ever heard and if I have a daughter that will be her name" and my mom was nice enough to accommodate that!

2) when is the last time you cried? oh fuck uhhhhh. i was very close to crying last weekend but didn't!!! i am due for a bout of tears certainly!!

3) do you like your handwriting? it is illegible :) but i'm used to it now! so I guess i like it!

4) what is your favorite lunch meat? ham, then lebanon bologna

5) do you have kids? one cat who is my son!!! cat tax

6) if you were another person, would you be friends with you? i'd like to think so! i think i'm funny and sincere which are two good things to have in a friend.

7) do you use sarcasm? all the time! (sincere) my style of humor is very dry.

8) do you still have your tonsils? yeah!

9) would you bungee jump? no! :)

10) what is your favorite kind of cereal? i am currently on a rice krispies kick actually

11) do you untie your shoes when you take them off? not if i can help it (i don't wear shoes that tie very much actually)

12) do you think you're a strong person? i have been forced to be resilient, so i'm strong but not of my own free will :) physically i used to be stronger and would like to get back into lifting.

13) what is your favorite ice cream flavor? it's specifically ben & jerry's vanilla bc it was the ice cream i had the most as a kid

14) what is the first thing you notice about people? this is weird but i love watching how much someone uses their face to emote. if a person is really expressive i know they're someone i can trust.

15) red or pink? red but i've recently grown fonder of pink bc it's my spouse's favorite color (not that i've ever had anything against pink!)

16) what do you least like about yourself physically? all of my extra fat goes in my belly and i dislike that >:( go to my boobs, at least.

17) what color pants and shoes are you wearing now? gray sweats and no shoes

18) what was the last thing you ate? a bowl of rice krispies lmao

19) what are you listening to right now? the sound of my keys typing and one of the air conditioners in this building running

20) if you were a crayon, what color would you be? maybe a yellow or a gold? i try to bring that bright energy with me, but my favorite color is maroon.

21) favorite smell? LILAC. then hyacinths. then cinnamon/clove

22) who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? the FMLA people through my job LMAO (i'm good, I took FMLA to take care of my dad!) and then my dad :)

23) favorite sport to watch? probably football actually but i love me a live baseball game.

24) hair color? pink! originally light brown!

25) eye color? blue

26) do you wear contacts? never once in my life (glasses forever)

27) favorite food to eat? pasta.

28) scary movies or comedy? comedies!!

29) last movie you watched? Mulholland Dr. with my dad, who hated it :)

30) what color shirt are you wearing? black!

31) summer or winter? summer! even though my tolerance for heat decreases every year! i like being able to leave the house in sandals and without a jacket. (which also applies to spring and fall, technically)

32) hugs or kisses? hugs! did you know you have to hug somebody for 30 seconds for the Feel Good Chemicals in your brain. that's so fuckin long.

33) what book are you currently reading? don't be impressed by this bc i haven't read one book at a time since i was 18/19 but: just started catching fire by suzanne collins, recently started the eyes are the best part by monika kim, slogging through our hideous progeny by c.e. mcgill (strong start! suddenly extremely slow around the 35% mark!), and i've been sloooowly inching my way into the wise man's fear by patrick rothfuss

34) who do you miss right now? my dnd friend shannon i cannot emphasize enough how much i love them

35) what is on your mouse pad? my one at home is black and at work it has the logo for the graduate student gov't association which i got for free by being nice to them at an orientation event two years ago lmao

36) what is the last tv program you watched? i think i showed dad the first episode of severance after the first episode of twin peaks, so, that, lol

37) what is the best sound? same as prev, cats purring, but also my spouse when they're really happy :,)

38) rolling stones or the beatles? the beatles! i had to learn about the beatles on my own bc my dad's autistic ass was devoted to van halen, lmao, and it's very cool that i did bc that was my first convo with my spouse!! about the beatles!! who both of us don't really listen to at all anymore lmao

39) what is the farthest you have ever traveled? ein gedi and the dead sea when i studied abroad in 2013!

40) do you have a special talent? I'm pretty good with actor recognition in movies/TV but I don't know if i'd call that a particularly special talent.

41) where were you born? The Sweetest Place On Earth®

42) people you expect to participate in this? no expectations! but i will tag @hellhoundmaggie @muse-of-fire @veggiesforpresident @coachlasso @glamdraculadracula @scoutstulips @heavensdoors2 @actual-lea and anyone else who thinks this sounds fun (tag me!)!!

[analog-autistic]

Design may not be official, but it’s good for now 👍

stuffff under cut as alwayssss :3 (quotes, skill, and trivia)

Cookie Description:

“Bum-ba-da-dum-ba-da-dumm!! Chaos Rabbit Cookie is here, with their trusty trumpet for playing sweet tunes, and sharp spear for crumbling any sliver of truth they can find. Boss’s orders, (not) sorry! They’re sure to be of entertainment to any audience- music, acting, magic tricks, and CRAZY circus acts! Watch them swing from the trapeze, walk the tightrope, throw knives with perfect precision, and juggle without dropping a thing! They can do it all!”

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Quotes

Pre-Draw: *Trumpet fanfare*

On-Draw: “Hi! Hello!!!” *honk*

Wish: “Need this for an upcoming performance!”

Skill: “Ready for my next act?”

In Kingdom: “The Spire makes perfect sense, in a nonsensical way.” / “Hey! Will you come to my next performance?” / “Candy Apple Cookie is actually really nice once you get to know her!” / “…I wanna go back to The Spire…” / “Hm… not enough blue here.” / *Trumpet doot* / “You’re big! Hellooooo up there!! Hehehe!” / *sniff sniff* “You smell of truth… hmf.”

Character Menu: “Ah! Hello there! Here for a behind the scemes? Hehehe…” / “Hey! Pssst! Wanna know a secret…?” / “Hey! I don’t take orders from YOU.” / “I was born to perform! Literally!” / *sniff sniff* “Is that… vanilla??? Bluh.” / “Blehhh! You can’t stop me! 🎵”

Level Up: “Yommy. hehe” / “Hehehe! Now I’m even SILLIER!!!” / “More!!! MORE!!!!” / “OHOHOHOHOHHAAHAHAAA!! OOOH I feel SOOO ENERGETIC!!”

Arena Loading Screen: “I can take care of this!” / “Ooooh! I hope our audience will be entertained!” / “Join me in deceit or CRUMBLE!! Hahahaha!!” / *Battle fanfare* “CHAAAARRRGEEEE!!!!!!!”

Victory: “Deceit ALWAYS prevails!” / “That was a fun performance!” / “Master Shadow Milk Cookie is going to be SOO happy!!”

Defeat: “This isn’t fair…” / “That wasn’t in the script!” / *bwah bwah bwaaaaahh*

Knockout: *wobbly trumpet honk*

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Skill: Fluffy Bunch of Sweet Deceit

Chaos Rabbit Cookie summons multiple Chaos Rabbits, who may weild a musket, a spear, a sword and sheild, or a trumpet- just like the Chaos Rabbit enemies in game.

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Extra Trivia

Chaos Rabbit Cookie is very fond of any cookie of deceit, no matter their differences!

They are mildly allergic to vanilla. This was done on purpose. (see next bullet)

Since they were created by Shadow Milk Cookie, (with the help of Butter Roll Cookie) much of their traits, abilities, and personality were created to Shadow Milk’s specifications!

They have no real opinion on other beasts, but definitely think Shadow Milk is the best out of all of them.

Shadow Milk taught them what to think of the ancients and faeries- so, not very positive things.

Chaos Rabbit would rather crumble than disobey Shadow Milk’s orders, or obey someone else’s.

Incredibly good nose and ears- able to sniff out truth in a cookies dough, and able to hear a branch snap from miles away. However, they have auditory processing disorder, so they’ll probably ask you to repeat yourself a few times.

Does NOT like the St. Pastry Order ONE BIT. It’s on sight with those witch-worshipping, worthless pieces of filth. (Their words, not mine)

Can, has, and WILL bite you if you give them an excuse.

If they end up in a card, it says “The Magician.”

HAAAATES being touched. The only exceptions are other cookies of deceit, and even then they’re on thin ice. (unless it’s shadow milk)

Dislikes Burning Spice, but not enough to carry any strong feelings. (he’s very loud ;-;)

Sees Shadow Milk as an almost fatherly figure. (And sees Candy Apple and Black Sapphire as siblings)

Theyve accidentally called Shadow Milk ‘dad’ more than once, and it makes him more emotional than he’d like to admit. (The same thing has happened with Candy Apple and Black Sapphire too dw there’s no favoritism here)

Can transform into a normal Chaos Rabbit, but they’re noticeably bigger and more detailed than the others. (they’re also kind of the ‘leader’ of the Chaos Rabbits lol)

the silyyyyyy :3

notes: that’s supposed to be a clown collar. augh

[vodika-vibes]

Hello my dear! Tis I, 💋 anon here to celebrate 500 followers with you!!

Can I please have topaz (affectionate love) with Fixer in the winter, please? I think sending Fixer to get a list of ingredients for baking more cookies while the reader gets started on the first batch would be a cute story idea.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with! Pen and sword, my dear!

Love,

💋 anon

@kiss-anon

Easier

Summary: Fixer loves you, and wants to make your life easier, in any way that he can.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader

Word Count: 590

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wasn't able to squeeze in winter here, unless you wanna picture that they're preparing for a Life Day party. It didn't make sense since they were inside the whole time. Sorry

“I’m back!”

You look up from where you’re eyeing the bowl of half formed dough critically, a small smile crossing your face at the familiar voice echoing through your home. 

You hear the quiet sound of boots being kicked off, and then Fixer is standing in the kitchen, unpacking the bags. “I got everything you needed. And then some.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” You note as you walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist from behind, burying your face in his back and inhaling the fresh, clean scent of him, before you peek around him, “What extra did you get?”

He glances at you, a small smile on his lips, before he lightly tugs you under his arm and presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “Well, I got everything on your list.” He motions to the eggs and the small bottle of vanilla, “But I also bought you some ice cream,” He gestures to the carton of speciality ice cream you prefer, “some breading for the chicken tomorrow. And,” He picks up a bag of what you thought was chocolate chips, but, now that you’re looking at it properly, you realize that they’re peanut butter chips.

“Ooh,” You take the bag thoughtfully, “If I mix these with the chocolate chips I already have-”

Fixer chuckles and tugs the bag from your hand, setting it back on the table, “I thought you might agree that it was a good idea.”

“You always have the best ideas,” You praise him with a broad grin, drawing an almost shy smile to his lips, “I love you.” You breath out, almost to yourself, though based on the way that his cheeks darken, you weren’t quiet enough. 

“Love you more,” Fixer replies, as he lightly cups your face with his hands, “Every,” He presses a kiss against your lips, “Single,” Another kiss, “Inch.” A third kiss.

And by that point your giggling and have your hands pressed over his, “Fixer-”

“Mm?”

“You can be such a sap sometimes.” You say through your giggles.

His eyes gleam with mischief, a look reserved for you and you alone, and his hands drop to your waist before he spins you away from the table and into the middle of the kitchen.

You squeal, and then dissolve into laughter as he sinks you into a dip, his arms secure around you. You never have to worry about falling when he’s around. 

“Fixer! I have to get back to the cookies!”

“What? I’m not allowed to dance with my perfect cyare?” He teases as he pulls you back up and catches your lips in a deep kiss.

“If,” You’re interrupted by a press of his lips against yours again, “the party, Fixer-” You mumble against his lips as he draws you even closer.

“We won’t be late.”

“But the cookies!”

“My rotten brothers don’t deserve your cookies,” He counters as he twirls  you in his arms, and then draws you back against him.

“But then we’ll be the only ones not bringing something-” You point out, gasping when he interrupts your statement with another heated press of his lips against yours.

“They get the pleasure of your company.” Fixer corrects with a grin.

“You’re impossible.” You say with a sigh.

“True.” He doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic about it either.

So you giggle and stand on your toes to kiss him gently, “Will you help me finish the cookies?”

His smile is warm and adoring, “Anything you want, cyare.”

[shoku-and-awe]

Real-time non-queue post for once because breaking news! Some of you will hate me for doing this, but those of you who try it yourselves will love me, so: chocolate hummus! Yeah, I know. I know! But..... I promise.

I don’t blame you if you can’t bring yourself to try it—I’m only brave enough because someone I trust gave it to me the US and it tasted like brownie batter. This recipe is almost as good—actually, I approximated the measurements so it's possible that it's even better(!). Also left the husks on for fiber and laziness.

Anyway, this shit is a godsend. I haven’t had an appetite this week because of stress so I figured why not give this a try, and wow, being able to have a tasty, nourishing lunch with this little effort (and secretly it's brownies!!!!) might have changed my life. Let it change yours!!!

Ingredients

For the hummus:

1 (15 oz) can of chickpeas, rinsed and drained (skins removed if you want extra creamy hummus!)

1/3 cup drippy tahini (or 1/2 cup peanut butter or other nut butter)

1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder or cacao powder

1/3 cup pure maple syrup (use ½ cup if you like a sweeter hummus!)*

1/4 cup milk of choice (I use vanilla almond milk) plus more if necessary to thin

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon salt

⅓ cup mini chocolate chips (dairy free if desired)**

For serving:

Berries, crackers, pita chips or pretzels *Subbed sugar. **Omitted. Where did my chocolate chips go???

Instructions

Add all the hummus ingredients besides the chocolate chips to a food processor or blender and process until smooth, adding more milk if necessary to thin to make it into a nice dip that’s the consistency of frosting. Stir in mini chocolate chips and sprinkle more on top once finished.

Serve in a bowl on a platter with strawberries, raspberries, crackers, pita chips, pretzels/pretzel thins, graham crackers or anything you like! Hummus will keep in the fridge for up to a week.

Notes - For silky hummus, I always cook my canned chickpeas for at least 10 min. in boiling water with baking soda. Also, if you're the type who removes the chickpea hulls, most of them come right off while it's boiling, so you can probably get it even smoother! - If the amount looks small compared to the recipe, you're not wrong! This was a test; I used maybe 1/3 of a can of chickpeas.