#yesss I like the fat one a lot

[justnormalspookymonthfanart]

OH the thieves! I like them a lot too! They're silly, especially the fat one :]

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

i hope you're having a lovely day, blusy!!

can you write about donna and reader having drunk sex and donna was so wild that night that angie, who was sleeping in the room next door, was traumatized. she complained about it the next day but the two can't remember anything because of how drunk they were. and basically reader and donna tried to make up to her by showering her with gifts and doing anything she requests them to do.

angie thought that was the end of it but they did it again the next day 😭 can you make the making-up-to-angie part fluffy? i love your works!!

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your kindness and for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

Angie's revenge

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of explicit smut, Minors DNI, alcohol, fluff

Word count: 7,332

Summary: Maybe to drink that liquor wasn't a good idea...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“I'm afraid you'll have to be a little more specific…” the Duke murmured with that arrogant, third-rate merchant voice.

“If I had a clear idea I wouldn't be asking you, would I?” you said, always watching the door to avoid prying eyes behind it.

“You said you wanted something special and that is a very… abstract concept,” the merchant said with a smug smile.

“Mm, I'm sure what you want is information,” you whispered with a confident look, crossing your arms.

“Information? No, Miss, how can you think something like that?” the Duke said, shaking his head but not removing that horrible smile from his horrible face.

You sighed, rolling your eyes without stopping looking around.

“Okay,” you said, defeated, lowering the tone of your voice. “Tonight marks one year since I've been living with Donna and I wanted to celebrate it with a special dinner,” you explained with an angry hiss.

 Of course, giving information about your private life to that man was the last thing you wanted to do at that moment.

“Oh, a romantic dinner?” the Duke asked, arching his eyebrows unpleasantly.

“No, it's a dinner to look into our eyes and tell us how much we hate each other,” you said ironically, shaking your head. “Of course it's a romantic dinner.”

The Duke laughed scandalously, satisfied with your embarrassment.

“I've always valued people who master the subtle art of sarcasm,” he commented, with a curious look. “It's not very common around here.”

“Yeah, okay, great,” you growled, clenching your fists. “Well, if you value it that much, please help me.”

“I still don't know what you're looking for,” he repeated, with a dark look of satisfaction.

“You know what? I was planning on spending a lot of lei, but I think some nice words will do the trick,” you said in a cocky tone, taking the rest of the order and walking towards the entrance.

“Words are carried away by the wind, Miss (Y/N),” the Duke intervened, visibly nervous, as always when money was mentioned.

“Yes, yes, you can’t be. You can rest assured,” you joked in a disinterested way.

“You're so funny,” the merchant said, laughing. “It’s a pity because I just remembered that I had something special around here.”

“You'd sell your mother for a handful of coins,” you grumbled, leaving the boxes back on the floor.

“Mother? Well, I can't say if your statement is correct since I don't remember if I ever had a mother,” the Duke said, rummaging through his carriage. “Let's see...”

“Something special,” you said with an impatient voice, looking at the old clock in the hall. It wasn't long before Donna came up from the workshop, you'd have to be quick.

“Something special,” the fat man repeated, grabbing a bottle. “I think this is what you’re looking for,” he said finally, extending that bottle with a yellow liquid.

You frowned and took the object, moving it to agitate the liquid inside.

“What is this?” you asked curiously, removing the cork from the bottle and bringing it to your nose. “Lemonade?”

“Not exactly, Miss,” the Duke said, raising and lowering his eyebrows. “Smell it.”

“Ugh,” you said wrinkling your nose when the alcohol traveled through your airways. “Liquor”

“Not just any liquor, dear,” the merchant murmured, moving in the carriage. “Limoncello.”

“Lemon what?” you asked, covering up that pleasant smell again.

“It's a traditional Italian lemon-based liquor, it was Mister Beneviento's favorite,” he commented, watching satisfied as you nodded slowly. “I think it's perfect to make that dinner… A little more special.”

“Yes, maybe,” you said with a murmur. Well, at least it was something. “See how it wasn't that difficult?” you joked, throwing that greedy being another bag of coins.

“If it was difficult for me to do business, I would have dedicated myself to something different, don't you think?” the Duke laughed, amused, counting the coins.

“I don't intend to thank you,” you said with a cocky voice. “Seriously, why do you want so much money?”

“I like money,” the man answered, amused.

“Yeah, okay, great, great...” you murmured, shaking your head and turning slowly. “Well, you can go now.”

“One last thing, Miss...” he commented as he turned the carriage, bringing his eyes to the bottle of liquor. “Be very careful with that, don't drink too much...”

“Yes, yes, yes…” you sighed, nodding reluctantly and entering the mansion, ignoring the merchant's sinister laughter. “Damn, I'm starting to think that Donna only wants me to negotiate with this vermin.”

“Don't say that, tesoro,” a hoarse voice interrupted your stammering and protests. The lady in black was waiting standing in front of you. As always when she appeared, your lips could only smile.

“Oh, Donna, don't look, don't look,” you said, hiding the bottle and walking towards her, comically covering her eye as you walked. “That's it… Straight ahead, watch out for the door,” you said amused, guiding the blind lady towards the hallway.

“What are you up to, (Y/N)?” she asked amused.

You put on your best innocent face and shrugged.

“Nothing, nothing…” you said amused, putting the bottle in one of the boxes and picking them up from the floor. “I'll go to put the groceries in the kitchen… Wait for me here.”

The lady in black laughed shyly as she watched you with that face you fell in love with, that beautiful and wounded face that for you, was the most beautiful.

They always told you that time passed quickly, without mercy, without letting you enjoy every moment. You never believed it.

You thought that time was just a transit, something that had no remedy, that became slow and lazy to make you feel even more sadness and apathy. They were right. A year used to be long. It used to take its time to pass before your eyes but… That year, that precise year, passed like a shooting star.

You were never anyone special, daughter of farmers, devotee of the Black Gods and Mother Miranda (you didn’t have another option either). Your life passed slowly, showing you the darkest side of it, the desperation of not being understood, the construction of your friends' lives, something you couldn’t do.

You had different interests. Marrying a lout and starting a family was certainly not among your priorities. You just wanted to find someone with whom you could share your disagreement with the established order, someone who, like you, didn’t see life as a gift from the Black Gods, but as a slow and tedious sentence.

But one day, the day when your clumsiness made you stumble upon the worst possible person, that day, you wished time would stop.

You were not alien to the Lords, or to Mother Miranda. They were shadows that lived with the villagers as a potential and imminent danger, even though the witch assured that they were only there to take care of you. You never believed that nonsense, you knew that the danger resided in each of the four Lords.

That woman you stumbled upon was one of them, the youngest, the most mysterious Lord, the ventriloquist, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

No one knew much about that woman, many even refused to look at her as a human being, it was rumored that beneath that dress, that black veil, there was a monster, a monster on the outside and on the inside. Suffering from mental illness since birth, Lady Beneviento became an even darker shadow, one that could hide the brightest sun.

With everything in your mind, your legs began to shake and you started to think that just getting in her way would mean an eternity of suffering. It wasn't like that.

Your innocent smile and the wit you were blessed with caught her attention enough to not want to kill you. She wasn't the only one who saw something in you, you did too.

A soul mate, destiny… You couldn't really say why during a conversation your lips met, why that veil disappeared to reveal the true meaning of beauty, of love.

It had been a year since that kiss turned life into something wonderful for you. You stopped being the simple (Y/N) to live with her in that incredible, secluded mansion.

Living with Donna (and Angie) was a challenge that you overcame little by little. Her shadows, her torments played with your feelings but you never cared, you would always take care of her, and she of you.

There was no monster under the black cloth, but a beautiful and tender woman, dangerous but loving, an incredible woman who little by little became the woman of your life.

That night was definitely special, it was the celebration of that year with her, of the time you had spent loving her more and more each day.

“More wine, tesoro?” the lady in black asked, romantically illuminated by the candlelight. You nodded pleased, extending your glass towards the lady.

“Everything was delicious, Donna,” you sighed grateful for that special dinner. She looked at you and smiled sheepishly, shaking her head.

“There's no need to be accommodating, (Y/N), you tell me that every night,” she whispered, sighing almost as if it were your first date.

“Oh, well…” you joked, arching your eyebrows. “I guess it's already a habit.”

“I, I can't believe you've been with me for a year,” the lady commented, with a slightly sadder look, with the shadows of her demons surrounding her like merciless crows. “I just find it hard to believe.”

“Why? I love you, you make me happy… Why wouldn't I want to be with you for 50 or better, 70 more years? 100?” you said amused, pretending a thoughtful look.

Donna's soft laugh reached your ears, increasing the intensity of your smile, the brightness of your eyes.

“I don't understand,” she said, sighing again, bringing her glass of wine to her lips. “You're a beautiful girl. You shouldn't waste your time with me.”

“Are you kidding?” you asked, dispelling her insecurities in a subtle way. “You're a Lord, you're beautiful... You say beautiful Italian things to me...”

She shook her head, without making her tender smile disappear.

“I don't think these are enough reasons,” the lady in black murmured.

You, fearing a possible tense moment, reached out your hand to hers, caressing it gently.

“Hey, honey... I love you, do you hear me? I love you just the way you are...” you whispered romantically, seeing how the lady had trouble controlling the sadness, the desperation for how unfair life was to her.

“(Y/N), me… Me too,” Donna said, blinking erratically, slowly regaining her composure and relaxing her breathing, which was already beginning to become dangerously labored.

“Me too!” an annoying squeak made you pull your hand back, startling you.

Of course, of course, Angie couldn't leave you two alone at a special romantic dinner. Seriously, she couldn't.

“Angie…” you groaned, annoyed by that interruption.

“Ohhhh, is that a cheesecake?” the doll asked, comically peeking over the table.

“Angie, leave us alone, will you?” the lady said, annoyed by the lack of soft caresses on her hand.

“You're always alone!” the puppet protested, with an unpleasant squeak. “Donna, Donna, do you even remember that I exist too?”

“Yes, Angie,” the doll maker said, shaking her head. “But now is not the time.”

“So when is it? You’re neglecting me! Bad Donna, Silly Donna!” Angie shrieked again.

You rolled your eyes and picked up your piece of dessert, trying hard to ignore the doll.

Luckily, Angie seemed to get tired of you two and disappeared with a comical grumble, which made you genuinely laugh.

“She’s mad…” you joked.

“She’ll get over it,” she said.

“Oh, that's right,” you said, clapping your hands and searching for something under the table, something you had hidden. “Look what I have.”

“Mm?” the lady murmured, reaching out her hand to take the bottle and look at it carefully. “What is it?”

“I think you know…” you said in an expectant tone, raising and lowering your eyebrows. “Open the cap.”

Donna obeyed and smiled in a tender way, as if that citrus aroma reminded her of better times, times gone by.

“Limoncello…” she said in a low voice. “My father used to drink it after eating… It brings back memories to me…”

“Good memories? Please, tell me I haven't made a mistake…” you sighed, hoping that the nostalgia wasn't dangerous, that it was a healthy one.

The doll maker seemed calm, test passed.

“You had a great idea, tesoro… Let me go to get some iced glasses,” she said, standing up and leaning towards you to kiss your lips softly, with that softness that made you tremble.

“Okay,” you said smiling, enjoying a soft caress on your cheek.

The liquor went down your throat in a cool, pleasant way. You had to admit that the Duke had a great idea, Donna seemed happy.

Glass after glass, the conversation moved to your reading corner. A conversation full of words of love, of shy laughs, one that pleasantly reminded you of your first dates.

“Hey, give me another one,” you said amused, extending the small glass towards the brunette, who frowned with a smile and slightly blushed cheeks.

“It's the fourth one, amore mio…” she stammered, pouring you another drink, slurring her words.

“How many have you had?” you asked playfully, giving her a little teasing nudge as she frowned and counted on her fingers.

“Quattro…” she muttered in confusion, shaking her head. “I, I guess it’s not too much.”

“No,” you said laughing, hiccupping unintentionally. “But maybe we should calm down a bit… How strong is this?”

The lady shrugged in a playful pose as you leaned back on the couch, blinking seductively.

“Donna…” you purred, running a finger along her skin erratically, tickling her. “You know what? You look hot today…”

“(Y/N)…” she sighed with a shy smile, sipping from her glass.

“What? Can't I say that my girlfriend is hot?” you protested jokingly, pretending to pout.

It was becoming easier for you to joke or say exactly what you thought, was it because of the liquor?

“Girlfriend?” Donna asked, turning quickly, her face revealing her incipient drunkenness. “Are you my… Girlfriend?”

“Yes…” you said, dragging your voice. “What else would I be? Your maid?”

Donna laughed strangely, shaking her head with a mischievous look.

“I want to tell you a secret…” she whispered, gesturing for you to come closer to her. The smell of alcohol was becoming more and more present in the living room, in that small corner.

 “Oh, a secret…” you said amused, hiccupping. “What secret?”

Donna bit her lip before speaking, covering your ear with her hot breath, one that paradoxically made you shiver.

“I wish you were my maid,” she whispered with a too marked accent, as if searching for words or controlling her language was being a bit difficult for her.

“Mmm,” you moaned sensually, looking into the lady's bright eye and positioning yourself on the couch on your knees, playfully. “Maid, huh?”

“Yes,” the lady said, nodding and playing with your hand, which wandered erratically over her body, playing with the buttons of her dress. “Maids have always turned me on…”

“Hey, Donna!” you said with an exaggerated squeal, surprised by that confession. “Wait, really?”

She faked an innocent face, a good girl look that clashed with that erotic statement.

“Well, well, so the liquor makes you say those things…” you purred again, with an overwhelming heat that made your clothes start to annoy you. “Well, let's drink…”

You awkwardly reached out to reach the bottle and poured two more glasses, which you drank at the same time, in one gulp, letting your throat get even more accustomed to that liquor.

“Come on, come on, keep telling me your fantasies with maids…” you said pushing the lady and climbing on top of her body, with both legs on either side of her hips. “If I were your maid… What would you do to me?”

“Oh, no, I don't want to, hic, be rude,” she said, shaking her head and hiccupping in the same way as you.

You glanced at the bottle, which barely had any of its contents left. Had you gone too far?

“Rude? Come on, tell me, tell me,” you insisted, moving up and down her body. “Look…” you said, keeping your back straight clumsily, raising your index finger and trying to focus your vision. “If you tell me, I’ll, hic, tell you a secret.”

Donna shook her head childishly, with a slightly sinister smile, blinking as if she had the same vision problems as you.

“No… It’s… Pri…Private…” she said, stammering, nervous about your subtle movements on her body, purposely provoking her.

“Donna, don’t be mean…” you complained with an exaggerated moan. “What would you do to me? Wait, wait, I’ll help you…”

Moving, you reached for the bottle again, drinking directly from it and tilting it so she could do the same.

“Finish it all, huh?” you said a bit dizzy, but with the same desire to play.

“Io non sono una bambina…” the lady protested, moving her hands to remove the bottle from her mouth. “Lasciami…”

“Oh… Excuse me, Lady Beneviento… Can I do anything else for you, my lady?” you joked, pretending an elegant voice, inevitably altered by alcohol.

“Taci,” Donna protested with a shy smile, with her cheeks red from drunkenness and that spicy conversation.

“Mmmm, so, maid… I like it,” you murmured thoughtfully, leaning towards her ear. “Would you like me to serve you, Donna? To please you?”

She nodded, panting from the alcoholic sensuality your blurry words conveyed.

“That seems very sexy to me…” you purred, biting her earlobe. “Tell me, if I were your maid, what would you do to me?”

“Mm,” she murmured, with the shadow of disinhibition shining in her only eye, which ran over your figure without any kind of qualms. “I would ask you to clean my dolls…”

“Oh,” you said amused, unintentionally beginning to gently swing your hips, to give yourself pleasure by rubbing them against her body.

“I would love to lift your dress and touch you and then… Put you on your knees and then you, hic, you…”

“I….?” you insisted.

She shook her head with an amused gasp and you protested with a grunt, moving your hips faster.

“Donna…” you said with a sad, demanding tone.

“Use your, hic, imagination” Donna said, laughing amused, putting her hands on your hips so your movements wouldn’t stop. “(Y/N)…”

“Do you like this, darling?” you asked, dragging out your words, biting your lip. “Oh, yes, you like it…”

“You're drunk,” the lady said with a serious tone, but without stopping moving, dancing with your body. “You’ve drunk too much.”

“I guess you haven't, huh?” you joked, putting a finger on her nose, intensifying the drunken look that you endured with a spark of desire.

“I'm a fancy lady,” she protested. “You're not.”

“That hurt,” you said, pretending to stab yourself in the chest. “Let's see, hic, if you're right, I'm going to c… C…Confess my secret to you,” you said, having difficulty pronouncing words clearly.

“With me you don't have... Se...Secrets...” she stammered, frowning and shaking her head, trying to clear the alcoholic haze that was surely clouding her reasoning.

“You think so, huh?” you said amused, leaning back to her ear, licking your lips. “Listen to me... My secret is... I love the taste of your pussy...”

“(Y/N)!” the lady shrieked, with a surprised expression, shaking her head. “Don’t, don't say such rude things... Cazzo...”

“Oh, rude things, huh? Well, you should know that I can’t only say them, I can also do them...”

That was the last sentence you said. Instantly, you threw yourself at her lips, letting your bodies sway more intensely, stealing heat from each other. The kisses tasted of citrus, of the liquor you had consumed. They were clumsy, erratic, almost guided by a primary instinct and not by desire.

“(Y/N)…” the lady protested when your boldness unbuttoned her dress, when your alcoholic kisses began to run over her skin and your hands traveled up her legs.

“Shhh, silence, my lady… I want to fulfill your wish,” you said, going down, lifting the black skirt, making the doll maker uncomfortable.

She protested with a moan.

Her complaints didn’t stop you. You continued with the path that your kisses marked on her skin, moving aside any fabric that dared to get in your way.

“Cazzo!” she shrieked when your tongue made contact with her wet folds, with the desire you could taste between her legs. “More, more!”

Her screams had nothing to do with the romantic Donna she used to be when turning off the light and joining your bodies. Her moans were wild and rude words came out discreetly from her mouth.

You laughed, trying to concentrate on your task, licking her clit, unleashing those wild  moans again before inserting two of your fingers by surprise. Her movements were uncontrollable and her hand pulled at your hair while Donna writhed in pleasure at the skill of your techniques.

The moans echoed through the walls but you barely heard them. Everything was like a blurry vision of what was happening. You moaned feeling her fingers inside of you too, feeling how her body asked for more while stimulating yours.

Kisses, hugs, moans… Nothing that happened seemed to have meaning, seemed to be related. It was like a drunken mess of love and passion, a wild, almost uncontrollable one. The moans were outrageous.

Her body moved crazily on top of yours while your wetness rubbed against each other, while you caressed each other fiercely.

“Sto per venire!” the lady shrieked, tilting her head up as you attacked again with your tongue, running over her excited wetness, that delicious taste mixed with the liquor. “(Y/N), (Y/N)! Keep going, keep going!” she screamed, echoing off the walls of the mansion, accompanied shortly after by several deep, crazy moans, the most outrageous orgasm you had ever heard.

Your release also came or so you thought, as you rubbed yourself against her leg, while your wetness made her skin shine. After that, your mind relaxed, causing the dizziness you felt to become unbearable.

The lady was lying on the couch, running an erratic hand through her hair, across her sweaty forehead, gesturing for you to lie down next to her.

“I want to… Dormire…” Donna murmured, drawing her legs up and turning around tiredly. The alcohol had already completely finished her off, just like it did to you.

“What do you want…? I don’t unders….Underst…Understand, hic,” you asked walking clumsily naked through that corner, grabbing a blanket from an armchair and letting yourself fall on the sofa, covering your bodies with it.

Your eyes closed and the dizziness calmed down, giving way to an inevitable darkness.

The sound of birds attacked your hearing, your head. Your whole body was in pain, your head was throbbing and your throat was burning. It took a while for your vision to focus properly, to see the morning light coming through a living room window.

You looked down and gasped in surprise. You were naked, on the sofa, covered by a blanket. Next to you, breathing deeply, was Donna, also naked, with her body shrunken surely due to the cold that was beginning to make your skin crawl.

“Shit…” you whispered, running a hand through your head, rubbing your eyes. “What the…?”

When you turned your head, sighing, you saw on the coffee table the culprit of that terrible discomfort: the almost empty bottle of limoncello. Your mouth still tasted of that liquor, but your memory was hurt. You didn't remember anything of what had happened.

You shook your head and turned around concentrating to find out what had led you to be like this. The clothes on the floor, the nakedness... Well, at least there were things that were quite clear...

“Donna... Hey, Donna...” you said with a hoarse voice, pushing the body of the lady, who growled annoyed.

You sighed again and shrugged, covering yourself better with the blanket. Surely you should sleep a little more.

Small steps on the wood made you open your eyes again. A soft whistle came from Angie, who walked with small jumps through the house. You followed her with your eyes until she climbed onto the dining chair, glancing at you briefly.

“What…?” you asked weakly, watching the puppet's gestures.

Angie laughed evilly, reaching out to one of the pots hanging from the ceiling wood, unhooking it from its place and looking at you again.

“Oh, no… No… No…” you said, shaking your head at her intentions. “Angie, don’t…”

The doll nodded mockingly and, grabbing the pot with both hands, threw it to the floor, causing a terribly unpleasant noise that tortured your ears.

“Angie!” you shrieked, pressing your temples hard to mitigate the pain the noise caused in your hungover head.

“Non sono stato io!” the nervous lady said, waking up abruptly, wrinkling her forehead and bringing her hand to her black hair. “Oh… Ho mal di testa…”

“Donna…” you sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Tell me you remember anything that happened last night…”

“Last night? No, Io… My, my whole body hurts… I don’t feel well…” she murmured, shaking her head and looking at herself, covering her body immediately. “Why am I naked?”

“Great, I don’t know,” you said, with the same broken voice, exhausted and in pain. “The only thing I remember is that liquor…” you whispered, pointing at the bottle.

“Mm…” she murmured, closing her eye so the pain would calm down. It wasn’t going to do it. “Maledizione…”

“Well, I remember talking something about a maid, but that doesn’t explain why we’re naked on the couch…” you said thoughtfully. “Gods… What a hangover…”

“A maid? No, I don’t remember,” Donna said, covering you affectionately. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“We should have thought about that before sleeping here, naked,” you groaned, frustrated at not being able to remember. “Wait, have we…?”

“I don't know…” the sleepy lady whispered, annoyed even by the soft volume of your voice. “I can't remember.”

“Ahem,” a shrill voice said, the Angie doll, who was walking towards you with her arms crossed. “It seems that you have amnesia, don't you? How convenient…”

“Angie…” Donna sighed, annoyed by the high-pitched tone of her doll's voice. “Shut up, please…”

“Oh, you want me to shut up, huh, silly Donna?” the doll mocked, climbing onto the coffee table and pacing around it haughtily. “Then I suppose you don't want to know what happened last night.”

Donna and you looked at each other, frowning.

“Do you know?” you asked, holding the blanket and sitting upright on the couch.

“Do I know?” Angie asked, pointing at herself. “You've traumatized me, stupid!”

“Don't yell…”Donna and you whispered in unison, shaking your heads with a painful sob.

“It's been the worst experience of my life, Donna! Since when do you say such dirty things?” the doll asked, pointing at her owner, who shrank on the couch, comically hiding behind your back.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” the lady said nervously, starting to blush. You looked at her with the same confused expression.

“Oh, allow me to explain it to you,” the puppet said, pretending to clear her throat. “More, (Y/N), more! Faster, fuck me like the filthy maid you are! That's it, use your mouth, doll, eat me out!”

“Basta, basta, Angie,” Donna said hurriedly, shaking her head effusively. “I couldn't say that.”

“Couldn’t you? Oh, and you too, you Donna-stealer,” Angie said pointing at you. “Yes, Donna, deeper, deeper, use me like the doll I am!”

“Hey, shut up now, is this a joke?” you protested also embarrassed. Well, at least that fit with your nakedness, and clothes on the floor. “Oh, shit… She heard us,” you whispered to the lady in black, who sank in the couch.

“I heard you and the whole village too, I'm pretty sure,” the doll said, crossing her arms. “What are you up to? I mean, to add more things to the fact that you don't stop ignoring me, you have to rub your obscenities right in my face, huh?”

“Angie, it, it wasn't on purpose,” Donna said, stammering. “It was the limoncello…”

“Of course, blame it on the alcohol,” the doll mocked, pointing at the bottle. “You're a couple of drunken nymphomaniacs! I hate you!”

“Angie, wait,” the lady in black murmured, leaning over the doll as Angie angrily climbed down from the table, disappearing from the room. “Don't hate me…”

It might have seemed like one of Angie's passing tantrums, one of her calls for attention, but she was pretty serious that time. She didn't show up for the whole morning. Donna wanted to pretend she didn't care, but her face said it all.

“Grazie, tesoro…” the lady murmured as you poured her some medicine for that horrible headache, one that you also took.

“Honey, you're worried,” you said in a soft voice, sitting next to her on the couch. Poor Donna was so sick that she couldn't even work on her dolls. You should have listened to the Duke's advice.

“It's nothing,” she whispered, drinking the medicine and rubbing her forehead.

“It's because of Angie, isn't it?” you asked in a more tender voice, looking for the doll with your eyes. She wasn't there.

Donna nodded slowly, squeezing her eye tightly.

“I've never seen her that mad,” she said, looking at the ceiling, letting you hug and caress her in a comforting way. “I can't believe we... Cazzo...”

“Well, it was a mistake, neither of us intended to traumatize her, it was a horrible mistake,” you said, with an amused smile, lifting her chin and kissing her deformed cheek, one of her favorite gestures of affection.

She smiled slightly, but shook her head.

“The... incident last night wouldn't be so important if... If she wasn't right,” the lady said, with a tired sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“Angie has always been with me, since I was 6 years old she has been inseparable for me,” the brunette began, looking at the floor, remembering… “She was my only friend and, I, I was so happy when I could give her life… She was my companion, my faithful companion…”

“Mm, I understand,” you said softly.

“You came into my life to turn everything upside down, you know? Don't get me wrong, I don't know what I would do without you but… It's, it's true that I may have neglected Angie,” Donna said, to which you smiled tenderly. “I used to play with her before, talk for hours… And now, it's, it's true that I don't pay as much attention to her and on top of that… On top of that last night… Oh, mio Dio… How embarrassing…”

“Don't blame yourself, Donna, we are both guilty of not having control,” you said softly, rubbing her back.

“I can't imagine how humiliating it was for Angie to see me… like this…” the ventriloquist lamented, burying her face in her hands.

“Well… If you're so worried…” you sighed thoughtfully, controlling the pain in your head. “Why don't we do something for her?”

“Now it's really getting interesting…” a mocking voice appeared by surprise.

Angie, who seemed to be listening (to no one's surprise) suddenly appeared, walking while laughing mockingly and jumping onto Donna's lap.

“Hey, were you spying on us?” you asked amused, trying not to be unpleasant.

“Yes, although last night you put me off doing it anymore,” the puppet said.

Donna smiled tenderly, carefully placing Angie's clothes.

“Perdonami, Angie… I didn't mean to make you feel that way,” the lady said, apologizing sincerely.

“Mm, it's too soon to accept your apologies, silly Donna…” the doll said with a cocky tone, but not getting off her lap. “But I’ve heard something I liked…”

“Let me guess, it's when I said we should do something for you, am I wrong?” you said with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.

“I think we're starting to understand each other, you silly intruder…” Angie murmured in a sinister voice.

“What do you want?” Donna asked, staring at her, frowning. “We'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

“Well, whatever…” you murmured, catching the doll's attention, who turned her head sharply.

“Do you want me to forgive you, stupid fools?” Angie asked mockingly, standing on Donna's legs. You both nodded automatically. “Well, I want… I want… I want… Oh! Get up.”

You and Donna looked at each other but obeyed. The doll sat on the couch, swinging her legs expectantly.

“Do you remember the puppet show you did when you were 17, silly Donna?” Angie asked, pointing at the brunette, who frowned.

“Yes, of course I remember them,” she said, in a seemingly calm voice. “The Mighty Angie versus the Moon Monsters.”

“Yes, that's it, that's it!” the doll said.

You looked at the lady, confused.

“I want you two to make me a puppet show, I want one of those stories like the ones Donna told me,” the doll demanded, tilting her head.

“What is she talking about?” you asked in a small voice. “A puppet show? It must be a joke.”

“I'm afraid it’s not, tesoro…” the lady sighed, crossing her arms. “Okay, Angie.”

“Well, I'll go get the stuff, you two should do some… Rehearsing…”

The Angie doll ransacked the whole house to take out an old, hand-made stage along with two puppets. One was Angie herself, and the other was a deformed monster.

“Here,” Donna said, putting the stage on the floor and handing that horrible monster you.

“Wait, wait,” you said nervously. “Hey, Donna, I have no idea how to do this, besides, why do I have to be this bug thing?”

“No complaints, silly (Y/N)! Only my Donna can be the Mighty Angie!” the doll protested. You growled annoyed by the irritating voice that still made a dent in your wounded head.

“Calm down, tesoro, you'll see that it's easy,” Donna said, concentrated, touching up the last details of that scenario and kneeling behind it. “Come, kneel with me.”

“Donna, I don't know what this Mighty Angie thing is about,” you said gently, making the gesture of quotation marks with your fingers. “What do I do?”

“I'm waiting…” the doll hummed impatiently, making you growl again.

“I'm coming,” you said in a gruff tone.

Donna smiled at you and reassured you with a soft kiss on your lips.

“You'll do very well, amore mio,” the lady said with a tender voice. It even seemed that somehow she was happy to do that. You thought it was simply adorable.

It was quite difficult at first, but soon you were able to improvise that show. Donna was giving voice to the puppet, which, of course, was the great heroine of the story.

“Get back, stupid moon monster! You don't know who you're messing with,” the Mighty Angie said said approaching where you were sticking the puppet out.

 Seeing Donna doing those things always amused you. You wondered why a woman so cheerful and funny on the inside, was so gloomy on the outside.

“So you are the Mighty Angie,” you said, getting into the role of a dangerous monster, deepening your voice in a way that made you blush. Luckily, Angie couldn't see you. “Surely you're not as mighty as they say... Um... Um... Ha, ha, ha...” you laughed evilly

“You think so, huh? Haven't they taught you manners in your cave, you disgusting bug? Don't worry. I'll take care of that.”

Donna brought her puppet closer to yours, pretending to fight, even making sounds and growls in a really impressive way. She certainly had a talent for that stuff.

“You won’t beat me, you space leech!” Angie’s puppet shrieked, struggling with yours.

“You think you’re so powerful, huh? You’ll never be able to beat me!” the moon monster said laughing evilly as your blush disappeared.

“No, Mighty Angie, it’s provoking you! You’re stronger than it!” the real Angie shrieked, waving her arms excitedly.

“Oh, so you have allies…” you murmured, turning the puppet towards the couch, pointing at Angie with one of its tentacles. “Maybe I should finish them off first…”

“Never!” the other puppet exclaimed, lunging at yours. “Aha, that’s your weak point! Your force shield doesn't cover your back!”

You looked at Donna in confusion and she shrugged, laughing in amusement. You smiled too. You weren't having a bad time after all.

“Oh no, she's figured it out! Mighty Angie, spare my life, I'll leave this planet forever,” you said in a pleading tone, bringing the puppet's tentacles together.

“Too late, space slug!” the small puppet screamed before launching itself at yours for the final attack.

“Oh no… I'm dying…” you said, feigning agony and dropping the monster on the stage.

“Good! Good!” Angie clapped. “Mighty Angie is invincible! That was great, you fools!”

“Ugh,” you sighed, standing up and removing the puppet from your hand, helped by the lady, who did the same, shaking your clothes.

“You haven't been too bad, have you? You're good at it,” Donna commented, bringing her puppet closer to pretend to eat you. “Yum, yum.”

You laughed shyly under her warm smile, approaching her and kissing her tenderly on the lips.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Angie protested, getting off the couch and pushing her owner's legs away from you. “No kisses, silly fools!”

“Oh, come on, we've told you a great story,” you said amused, finally moving away from the lady in black.

“Do you accept my apologies now, Angie?” Donna asked, with a pleading look, extending her hand towards the puppet's.

“Mm, let me think... No, I don’t”

“You don’t?” you two asked at the same time.

“Um, it seems that you don't realize the seriousness of your actions, you drunken fools... If you think that with that show you're going to make me forget about last night, you can wait for it,” Angie said, pretending to look at her nails.

“Angie, we've done what you wanted, hey, we need to rest for a while,” you said, with the kindest voice possible.

“No sleeping!” the puppet shrieked, making the pain return to your head. Donna and you groaned at those shrieks. “You're going to do what I tell you or I won't forgive you.”

“I'm starting to think that it's not so bad having you hating us,” you murmured, crossing your arms. Donna approached, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Per favore, amore mio... Let's play along a bit longer. She'll soon get tired and leave us alone," Donna told you with a sincere look that exuded confidence.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, nodding slowly.

“Okay... Okay, Donna, I'll do it for you.”

That was the beginning of that hellish day.

Angie had taken absolute control of the Beneviento house. You and Donna showered her with little details, whims like balls of wool to play with, children’s games around the house...

Of course, Angie knew how she wanted to spend her time, she had an idea for every moment and you had no choice but to bow your heads and accept. Otherwise, Angie would start shouting the obscene phrases she heard the night before, something Donna couldn't stand.

Damn blackmailing doll...

“What are you doing? Keep fanning me, you fool,” the doll demanded while you fanned. She certainly looked like a queen from another time, even with her own private throne, one that Donna had to desperately search for in the attic.

“What’s the point of that? Can you even feel it?” you asked, sighing tiredly, lying on the floor in a humiliating manner.

The doll slowly turned towards you, with a look you already knew.

“Oh, Donna, use your tongue on my…!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll fan you…” you said annoyed, earning a sinister laugh from the doll.

Your body hadn’t yet recovered from the hangover and, after hours of playing hide and seek, you were increasingly tired. It seemed that Angie didn’t want to waste a single minute of her glorious day.

“But, don't, yell, please,” you hissed while moving your hand.

Donna appeared shortly after, holding a small doll in her hands.

“Here it is,” she murmured, crouching down next to you and giving the toy to Angie. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes!” Angie shouted, getting down from the throne and picking up the small doll. “How pretty it is!” she exclaimed, hugging her gift.

Donna laughed amused, unable to hide her tiredness.

“Thank you…” the doll sighed, hugging her owner in a tender way, like you had never seen before. You smiled too and even more so when Angie walked towards you, giving you the same hug. “Hey, you're being very good to me, fools.”

“I never thought I'd say this but…” you murmured, hugging the doll back. “The truth is that you are adorable when you want to.”

“What nonsense, I always am,” the doll said, gesturing with her hand and playing with her new doll.

“Have fun with your new doll, I think we…” Donna said, taking your hand to get you up and yawning comically. “Are going to take a nap…”

“No way,” Angie protested, with that sinister tone again. “Don't you know what time it is, silly Donna?”

“No…” the lady sighed frowning, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck sweetly.

“Tea time!”

“No, Angie, please…” you sighed, putting a hand on your forehead.

Of course, you had to have tea with her and her dolls… That was the worst part.

“Do you want some sugar Mrs. Thin Butts?” the doll asked, playing with her toy tea set. If only it had been real tea…

You looked at poor Donna who, due to exhaustion, had fallen asleep leaning against the sofa, her head resting on her hand.

“Mrs. Thin Butt…” you said through your teeth, nudging her awake.

“Dove siamo?” she asked, shaking her head.

“I say if you wanted sugar, silly!” Angie shrieked, eliciting another annoyed grunt from you.

Fortunately, that fake tea was the last of Angie’s demands. It took a whole day, but she finally got tired of torturing you.

“Aren’t you having dinner, tesoro?” Donna asked, sitting down on the couch next to you, a plate of fruit on her lap.

“I’m not hungry,” you said in a husky voice, curling up on yourself on the couch. “Well, if you give me a piece of that apple…” you said, sitting up and taking the piece the lady cut with a knife, giving it to you in a romantic way.

“It’s been a rough day, hasn’t it?” she murmured, running a gentle hand through your hair. “Don’t worry, it’s over.”

“Yeah…” you sighed, glancing at the bottle of liquor that was still in its place. You felt a chill. “Remind me not to drink again…”

“My grandfather used to say that a glass of limoncello was perfect for a hangover,” Donna commented, taking the bottle.

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Even if that limoncello is the one to blame?” you joked.

The lady in black shrugged, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip.

“It’s better than last night… But it’s warm,” she said, making a face of disgust. “I’ll go get some cold glasses.”

“Bring me five,” you said, making a vague gesture with your hand.

It was obvious that you hadn’t learned from your mistakes and, when that bottle was already empty, the laughter and babbling reached the dark room again.

“Hey, hey, hey Donna…” you said, unable to stop laughing, climbing up her body again. “Shall I tell you a secret?”

The lady laughed with red cheeks again, with that sinister look that the liquor caused her.

A few quick steps made you look at Angie, who was running away in terror.

“Oh, no! Not again!”

[until-another-one-comes]

My body headcanons for some of the boys:

Steven: slim but strong and muscular. He obviously has that military style training. Running 100 laps around the base, push ups, sit ups, swimming in an Olympic sized pool, weight training, anything to build up muscle and stamina. He can pack a punch and can wrestle a bear.

Izaack: absolute beefcake. More than Steven. He naturally has a big build but he works out regularly, mainly to keep his handsome image as a reporter. He’s very top heavy and has big strong arms that can carry two people and give the best hugs.

Angus: really slender. Not muscular at all. Doesn’t work out much but he’s the type to go out a lot. Nothing much to say here but he’s kind of a twink. Fans are saying Francis is a twink but I think the real twink is Angus here. Speaking of-

Francis: he’s mid sized to me. I know a lot of fanart depict him as some muscular anime guy but not to me. He’s not the slimmest but he’s not fat either. He used to have a slimmer frame when he was younger but you know how your metabolism slows down when you age, combined with a couple of poor lifestyle choices like not getting enough sleep and midnight snacking? Yeah. But he has broad shoulders, chest and strong arms due to carrying milk carts. Not the strongest but strong enough for manual labour

ANON YOU UNDERSTAND THIS IS 100% HOW I SEE THEM

YESSS Steven is def a muscle dude. Probably has a punching bag in his house and goes on runs early in the morning (if thats allowed, but still).

Yeah out of all the four guys Izaack is definitely the strongest purely strength wise. Clark Kent type of build. Oh my God he is literally Clark Kent.

'He can carry two people and gives the best hugs' that is so fucking cute I love that.

YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON I SEE WHO AGREES ANGUS IS A *TWINK*. I see most people saying its Francis but HELLO WHAT ABOUT THIS REGINALD COPPERBOTTOM LOOKING GUY?? Mfer has NO muscles. Built like a stick. I think its cuz people see him as a mob boss/mafia guy which is understandable but while I do think he's skilled with a gun and whatnot that still don't mean he's not a twink! (Despite this he does struck me as the type to have a ton of energy so there's that)

Finally, Francis. You are so right anon- he's not a twink and he's not a muscle guy either (no hate to anyone who draws him with muscle, I'm not exactly against that *coughs*). But yeah he's definitely average and in between in terms of build. Calling him a twink isn't right cuz his job still involves SOME manual labor. I also hc he had a bunch of odd jobs before being a milkman so theres that.

Oh wait this is a nice time for me to share a silly little headcanon. One time Angus saw Francis walking carrying a bunch of milk crates and offered to help him carry one. Francis handed him one and Angus immediately toppled over from the weight. After that he immediately just ran back to his apartment and too embarassed to look at Francis in the eyes for a week.

On a cuter note, Steven usually helps Francis with carrying them.

GASP

STEVEN AND IZAACK GYM BUDDIES

[egg-emperor]

Maybe Eggman admires Big for being fat and physically capable. Eggman takes pride in the size and shape of his body so maybe he gets excited whenever he sees another fatty who can perform athletic feats.

Yesss I do like to imagine them both feeling a type of kinship. From Eggman's perspective, meeting another fat guy who is also very strong and comfortable with his body, though not in the extremely egotistical way he goes about it lol

And for Big it's finally meeting another guy who is fat and is the same height. He's used to always looking down at everyone else and being the fat one. And one of my favorites which makes part of this canon: he has a funny mustache like Eggman!

This is so cute he looks at Eggman and thinks "hey he has one just like me!" the boys are both beautifully fat and have precious whiskers and have the cutest ship name of BigEgg, a perfect match fhsjfnskgdgh 🥰

I can see Big finding it cool that they both have big round bellies, are tall, have whiskers, and if he saw body hair on Eggman's chest and tummy he'd think "he has a bit of fur like me too!" 💜 I like to imagine them having fascinations and curiosities with their similarities and differences so they compare what they both have and explore what they don't with each other

Because then they also have a bunch of perfect opposites attract attributes, like Big lives in nature while Eggman's world is all mechanical, Big is simple minded and Eggman is a 300 IQ genius, Big is chill af and Eggman has a terrible temper, Big is selfless and cares for his friends and Eggman is selfish and only cares about himself, Big is pure hearted and Eggman is evil hearted

They're so underrated man. With that there's another similarity between them irl too, in the way that Eggman and Big are commonly hated, seen a joke, or at least not cared about for various reasons in fandom, a lot of the times being because they're fat and not "conventionally attractive" and very misinterpreted characters

Big boys gotta stick together and give each other the loving they deserve! ;) ❤️🥚💜🐈

That's why I really wish Eggman could win the poll so we could see them in the Sonic Channel art together! When he inevitably doesn't I'll do it myself and finally completely draw them together and post it because if the rest of the fandom is gonna deny us from letting that happen officially then I'll have to do it myself :P

[dire-vulture]

top 5 tundras... from other lairs >:)

OOUGHH yesss..the tundras...this'll be hard because i want to pick Them All but let's see c:

Snuzzle who belongs to @goannafr !! Such a pretty tundra and lovely mlp fandragon <3 absolutely love those greys and pinks, literally inspired one of my own dragons dfsgdf (Samascott haha) but also that falcon is so good, tundras wear the animal-y genes so perfectly C: and the cute hearts!! and the Points before the points tert even released..hell yeah

Perryn! owned by @radiant-flutterbun . what a handsome guy..most handsome tundra award goes to him i think. (and maybe Jolene too..they can split it.) but yeah he's so gorgeous, absolutely love the jaguar/clouded/thylacine combo and the helmet looks so good on them!! those helmets are so underrated and help make them look more tough..always a fan of Buff Fluffs (and also fat tundras my beloved of course fdgsdf) everything just works so well on him!!

Glitzi, owned by @tomswifty-fr ! Lovely blues and another great Falcon C: but also a really really captivating story..a legendary hero who's gotten cynical with a rough lot in life.. and if you haven't read the Gltizi comic please do <3 it's 24 beautifully illustrated pages of some of the most captivating fr lore emotions i've ever read C:

Veltto, owned by @dunhoof ! another handsome fat tundra (my weakness) and i also really like the color schemes..the bright fruity green/yellow is such a fun contrast with the dark black primary, eye spots is one of my favorite genes and so underused..and omg the cute matching goat eyes too..and this guy just loves his beastclan wife hell yeah <3 eveyrthing you could want in a tundra right here!

Philomele, owned by @fr-thrice ! Trans sword lesbian nature tundra..what more could you want <3 her absolutely beautiful nature themes with that guise and wing thorns are so good, i'ma lways a sucker for browns and greens together and she works it so well! lovely thylacine showing how it makes tundra manes stripey! and check out the art in her bio if you haven't already c:

Evander owned by @transtundras-fr ! living for their brown and pink color together and i always love seeing seraph!! and the cherub is sooo nice too and omg the knitting stuff <3 very very fitting haha. go Evander !!! those tundras sure can trans c:

Mikael, owned by @blushingtendertiel !! Another lovely pink fluff!! such perfect pastel colors and i love Tiger on tundras (another perfectly animal-y gene for them) and the runes too!! the sparkly horns my beloved c: really love his delicate apparel too..truly a furry angel right here <3

and lastly, at number 1 we have... @guardsbian's very own Rozomund !!! no way she couldn't be part of this list omgggg..biker tundra of my dreams, she is sooo cool omg <3 loving the hex secondary and the cool bandana matching her pants and using the chasmcrawler stuff to be leather was genius omg. she is everything to me c: and lowkey was an inspiration for Glacier (along with Brody and Maddox)..tundra bikers with the wind in their fur, unite :D

sdgfasdf thank you for the ask omggg this was both so fun and so hard to put together haha. i definitely succeeded at only picking five tundras to make a top five list yes.

[y2ashlee]

Deuce Spade x Chubby/Fat! Female! Reader Smut

Requested by: @blackbutlerfandomnerddomain

WARNINGS: Bad writing, sex (obviously), cliche, I don’t have a dick so I don’t know what it’s like to orgasm with one if you can that is? Are they called orgasms when a man has one? Who knows.

Are they dating? Does it matter? Also there’s no way his mum would send him to school without condoms regardless of the fact that it’s a boys school.

~~~

Deuce was hanging out with the ramshackle dorm prefect, they were actually working on an assignment, they were put in pairs when they had a snag in their work and suggested that they go to the library instead. “Well c’mon let’s go.” She said with a smile, his face flushed as he averted his gaze. “G-give me like five minutes I can’t stand up yet..” he stated, loudly pulling the hem of his blazer down. “Why not? Did your leg fall asleep?” She asked putting her books in her bag. “S-something like that..” he said gulping as he bit his lip. He let out of breath as he shut his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think.” he mumbled to himself. “What?” She asked looking at him, not hearing what he said. “S-sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud ignore me!” he said, raising his hands as he sat up, her eyes widened as she realised what the problem was. His face turned nearly as red as Riddle’s hair as he quickly covered himself and turned away from her. “I’M SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT!!” he said his shoulders hung and his knees pressed together. Her face flushed as she realised the situation. “Well I guess somethings awoken instead of falling asleep.” She said chuckling as she put down her bag. “Heh heh…” Deuce said nervously his face flushed with embarrassment. “You want some help?” She asked bluntly. “Yesss….” He said sadly the froze as he looked over at her. “Wait what did you say?” She smirked as she sad down next to him. “I said do you want some help?” She asked once more placing a hand on his thigh. “I-I-I! N-no I couldn’t, y-you d-d-don’t!!” He stuttered words never saying a complete sentence as his mind was in shambles uncertain if his was dreaming or not. “It’s alright, Deuce I wanna help you out since you help me with a lot of things so it’s alright if I help you.” She smiled placing her free hand on his shoulder as well as her chin resting her cheek against his neck her body pressing against his back. He jumped at her touch as he looked down pressing his lips together. “…only if you don’t look at me..” he mumbled his ears flushed as much as his face. “Alright then guide my hand then.” She said softly moving her face to rest on his back her hand moving to his other shoulder while the one on his thigh moved to show him her palm.

He gulped and let out a straggled breath as he undid his belt buckle and released his hardening length the embarrassment heavy on his shoulders as he gently took her hand in his moving it towards his length but stopping before it made contact. “I-I can’t…” he said softly shame eating away inside of him. “It’s alright.” She said moving her hand to find his length her fingers brushing against it. He shuddered at the feeling as her hand grasped his length her thumb grazing its length as she rubbed it against its length. He lets out a shaky breath and bites his bottom lip clenching his eyes shut as she moves her hand against his length squeezing it gently as she lifts her head up. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” She cooed in his ear. He bit his lip and nodded as she pressed herself closer to him her hand moving at a steady pace squeezing his length gently at times. He shuddered as he felt himself getting closer to his high his mouth salivating as he let out a staggered moan as he hunched over covering his mouth as he feels himself release. She stops her movements after hearing his moan and feeling her hand being covered in a warm liquid. She chuckles softly. “You feel better.” She asked softly her voice a low mummer as she cooed in his ear once more. He shuddered at her cool breath against his flushed ear. “..y-yes..” he mumbled gulping afraid to move. “Would you like to continue?” She asked softly. He nodded. “Y-yeah..” he said softly before she pulled away from him and grabbing a tissue to wipe her hand. She stood up before walking in front of him and kneeling on either side of him on the lounge. His whole body stiffens at her action. “W-what are you doing!?!?” He asks panic in his voice. “You said you wanted to continue.” She said wrapping her arms around his neck. “I-I thought you meant with the assignment.” He said as he felt her plush clothed thighs against his legs squeeze against him. “Sorry, I should have specified.” She said. “Are you still okay with continuing?” She asked pulling him close to her. “U-uh….” He looks away his face flushing once more. “..y-yes..if you want to.”

She smiled softly her eyes smouldering as she placed a hand on his cheek making him face her before giving him a soft but passionate kiss biting his bottom lip gently her hands moving to caress and play with his hair. He kisses her back awkwardly his hands resting on her hips unsure where he should put them. She pulls back slightly and steps away from him. “One moment.” She smiles at him softly as she undoes her belt and pants and kicking off her shoes before pulling them down and dropping them to the floor before kicking them off all that was left on was her underwear and socks. He bit his lip as he watched her slip off her blazer and vest before undoing her tie and the first few buttons of her shirt. “I-I think I’ll leave my shirt on.” She said hugging her stomach. “T-that’s fine.” He said quickly gulping down the lump in his throat as he takes in the sight of her partly exposed breast and her plump thighs as they pressed together. He averted his gaze as he covered his exposed length as he felt himself getting hard once more. She licked her bottom lip and gulped as she walked back over to him kneeling over his thighs once more. He let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. She smiled down at him softly and took his hands placing them on her hips as she lent forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. “You can touch me wherever you want, Deuce.” She said softly her breath running past his ear as he shivered and gulped pulling her closer to him as he lent back further against the lounge his hands moving under her shirt to touch her plush hips to her stomach reaching up his gloved hands finding her bra as he pushed it up his hands kneeling them gently before his thumbs ran past her nipples. She gasped at the feeling of his gloved thumbs against her hardening nipples as her thighs squeezed against his. She moves her hand to his tie and undoes it gently before unbuttoning a few of his buttons exposing his neck as she places some kisses against his neck before sucking on it as he thumbs brush over her nipples. He moves one of his hands down to squeeze her plump ass before his fingers find their way to her clothed slit.

He gulped as he brushed his index finger along her clothed slit the friction of his gloved fingers against her nipple and her clothed slit made her let out a muffled whine as she rocked her hips against his hand her plump thighs squeezing against his once more. His gloved fingers pulled her underwear to the side before he explored her unclothed slit his index finger getting closer to her wet cavern before moving back up to rub against her hardened bud. She jolted and moaned in his ear as he rubbed against it. He jumps at her moan but continues to rub her bud. His other hand moves to rub circles against her hip before his index finger slowly plunges into her cavern ever so slightly her cavern squeezing against his finger as he delves it deeper bit by bit his thumb brushing up as down her slit unable to reach her hardened bud until his index finger is completely inside of her. Her moans against his ear and he plump thighs squeezing against him as she rocks her hips against his hand tell him that he’s doing a good job as he delves another finger into her quivering walls quickening his pace as he feels her walls clench against his fingers as she lets out a low moan her breath hitching as her back aches as she pulls away slightly another soft moan escaping her lips as he slows his pace before removing her fingers from her soaking cavern walls. “D-did I do good?” He asks softly gulping down a lump in his throat. She takes a deep breath and nods as she comes down from her high. “Of course, you did such a good job..” she says giving him a deep sloppy kiss. “..and a good job deserves a reward..” she says her hard brushing past his hardened length before moving herself closer to him her soaking walls rubbing against the tip of his length.

He gasps as the slight touch. “W-wait! W-we should u-use protection right?!” He says quickly his words coming out panicked. “Well, yes but we done seem to have any.” She says pulling away slightly. “I a-actually have some.” He says pulling out his wallet and showing her the small package within it. “I see..” she says softly taking his wallet from him and getting the small package out of it before dropping the wallet to the side of her. “I’ll assume you were told to have it just in case.” She said and he nodded as she ripped the plastic package pulling out the condom before sliding it on his hardened length. He shivered at the cool feeling on his hot length. She smiled softly before she placed the tip of his length at her wet cavern before slowly lowering herself into it her walls squeezing against him as his whole length is within her wet cavern walls. She lets out a shaky breath before she starts to move her hips against his. He shudders at the warmth of her walls around him as he lets out a groan. His hips bucking slightly against hers trying to help still. “Y-you can move to.” She says her hands resting on his shoulders as she continues her movements. He nods and bucks his hips against hers. Their movements sloppy and in coordinated. He moves one hand to her back while the other rests against the bottom of her plump ass his thighs clenching as he lifted her and quickly but gently placed her on the lounge as he towered over her. The shock from the movement let her in a daze as he thrusted into her earning a loud moan from her her eyes clenching shut at the new stimulation of her cavern walls his thrusts not precise or coordinated but deep and hard as they brushed against parts deep inside of her earning moans and gasps from her as he grunted the hand on her back moving to rest on her hip as he gripped his feeling himself edging closer to his high. His hand squeezing her plump ass and hip as he shuddered and let out a low groan as he came. His movements faltered but didn’t stop as he continued his thrusts only getting deeper as he brushed against the spots that earned the most moans grunts and groans from her. “..s-such a good job..” she mumbled out between moans. His thrusts became faster after hearing her encouraging words as she moaned once more her walls clenching around him her back arching as she let out a high pitched moan followed by a small whine her body shuddering as her plump thighs squeezed against him. The both of their movements slowing down before coming to a complete stop. Their breaths mingled together as he stared down at her and she stared up at him their eyes both half lidded as he lent down and gave her a deep passionate but sloppy kiss before pulling away only slightly their bodies still joined but neither of them wanted to part from each other just yet.

A ding was heard from both of their phones. Deuce lent looked away from her finally as he jolted from the notification on their phones. “W-we better clean up!!” He said as he pulled out of her quickly panicked as he read the message once more.

The assignment was completed just in time to hand in as the snag in their work no longer bothered them.

~~~

Thanks for reading my garbage.

[bugflies00]

ok so this isnt a particularly profound headcanon or anything but its been sitting in the back of my mind for like, two years now. you know how ctubbo is technically blonde in canon, but everyone draws him with dark brown hair? ok, so, as people get older, their hair tends to get darker (if its not already dark brown)

(sciencey explanation for this if youre interested: basically, you have two melanin types contributing to your hair color--eumelanin (makes hair darker) and pheomelanin (makes hair redder). as you get older, the melanocytes (cells that produce melanin) start to change behavior and produce more eumelanins. i dont think we're entirely sure why, but it has to do with hormonal changes, among other things)

but anyway. do you think that, in the early days of the dsmp, in the early days of L'manburg, Tubbo's hair was bright, bright blonde--a mop of hair to match Tommy's, even rival it? From a distance, it wasn't hard to mistake one from the other.

Through the pogtopia arc, Tommy's hair stays as blonde as ever, but Tubbo's starts to darken noticeably, and by the time Wilbur's put a crater in the heart of L'manburg, it's a full-on dirty blonde.

I don't remember how long exactly it was between Tommy's exile and the next time he saw Tubbo, (call me cranboo the way i. uh. forget), but do you think that when he did, he almost didn't recognize him--Tubbo's hair was as dark as Wilbur's, as Schlatt's. what if, like, his hair got darker a lot faster once Manburg happened and once his becoming president happened--he was put in a position where he was forced to grow up fast, to grow into his boots. i mean that wouldnt happen in real life but whateverrrr

wait actually i just had another idea have you ever seen those pictures of us presidents before and after their presidency and they look like wayyyy older even if they only served a four year term? do you think it was like that? like, it was still tubbo, sure, but that small bit of stubbornly remaining baby fat was gone from his face. the scar from his execution at the festival was no longer that angry red; it had long since resolved itself into something calmer: a bitter, pale pink. When Tommy looks at him, it's hard to reconcile what he sees with the Tubbo he remembers.

this got really long. uh. sory. thank you for coming to my ted talk. my tub[bo] talk if you will. thumbs up emoji

oh i do know about the blonde darkening thing, it happened to me!! i had hay blonde hair as a kid and now im a light-medium brown lmao. but YESSS ABSOLUTELY oh my god the idea of ctommy leaving ctubbo looking almost like twins and coming back to see him looking an entirely different person..... grown up even physically.... GOD and the fact that ctubbo changes while ctommy remains the same always and forever is AHJWHGHJE literally right on theme . god . im obsessed with this ur so right this is canon now

[starspann]

Could u do head cannons of reader patching up matt? Like maybe he’s playing guitar for her and the string breaks and cuts his hand

YESSS OFCCC i love this

patching up matt hc’s

matt stone x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, injury

imagine matt being ur bf and playing for u omggg

★☆✵☆★

he LOVES playing for u

whether it be drums, bass, guitar..

he loves showing off and playing songs he knows you like

especially on his acoustic guitar

the perks of playing a lot of instruments

what a talented mann <3

very rarely does a string break on him. especially when you’re watching

but when it does, u always come to his rescue

“fuck!” he’d hiss, the string snapping off the neck and slashing his finger

“aw, baby.”

you immediately go and grab the first aid kit

first, you start w a disinfectant

you rip open one of those little alcohol wipes in the square packaging and wipe away the blood

he’s overreacts all of the time

“OUCH!”

“i didn’t even touch you yet.”

he’s super appreciative tho,

very glad that he has a girlfriend who would do this for him

like he’d just stare at you as you tend to his cut

“what?”

“nothing. you’re just super pretty.”

you don’t mind when he gets injured like this

it’s basically an excuse to play with his hands

he does not get the hype

“remind me again why my hands are such a turn on for you?”

“just look at em!!”

now it’s time to actually apply the band-aid

you and him def bought those silly little kid band-aids with cartoon characters on them

“okay, which one do you want?”

“uhhmmm, spongebob.”

finally, you finish, wrapping the fresh band-aid around his cut

“all done.” you smile at him

“thank youuuu” he’d plant a fat kiss on ur cheek with the whole ‘mwah’ sound

next thing you know, he grabs the guitar again and strums away

“seriously? you just got hurt.”

he literally does not care

“so?? ok, here’s wonderwall—”

[chromotps]

uhhh thoughts on alabasta ratman sleep-deprived and weed fueled ace vs peak chad energy fuckboy prime wano ace?? like which one do you prefer, do you have any thoughts if he’d treat/think of luffy any different? in these two periods of his life?

(also ugh I adore both and there’s something special about alabasta ace who went after luffy to drum island, made sure everyone knew he would be waiting for luffy in alabasta, then went and sat there for 10 days with no other purpose but to wait for luffy. bc he just wanted to see him so so much. brocon alabasta ace is uhhhgggghh insane vibes but. there’s also something about wano graciously giving everyone big tits and a healthy layer of fat tissue on top of all that muscle. also the fact that portgas d “i hate when little children follow me around” ace willingly befriended and took care of tama. also promised her the same thing he promised luffy. idkidkidk I just like to think luffy was on ace’s mind 90% of the time, wherever he went, and he often just thought about him bc a lot of thinks reminded him of luffy. like things luffy would like, things he’d like to eat, things he’d find funny etc)

I thought this would be easy to answer but then I had like a whole essay typed up in my head. so. thank you for this ask, I have a lot of feelings about it apparently. 😂😂

they really do feel like 2 different characters, maybe bc Oda was still firming up the details of marineford/wano when Ace first appeared in alabasta? In any case it's always fun seeing which "version" of him fans lean into in fanart/fic/headcanons hahaha. like do they make him more scrungly and sleazy (but maybe also secretly doting)? you got yourself a greasy Ace fan. do they make him all upstanding and softly affectionate and soulful? wano ace wano ace wano ace

(a lot more rambling from here)

I have to admit...... and I'm ashamed to say it............... but I was only half-aware of Ace in Alabasta—like at that point, he was just another "wacky cool shounen guy" to me. It took Marineford breaking my brain down to its component parts and rearranging them for my full Ace brainrot to set in, and at that point he was closer to Ethereal Fridged Wife wano Ace, so I'd probably go with that one? God I do need to rewatch Alabasta tho, I feel like it'd be such a trip of fawning over greasy ratman Ace this time around ahahahah

I think it took until Marineford for me to really latch onto Ace bc it was outwardly like: Alabasta Ace: I'm cool Marineford Ace: I'm cool [ironic][hiding INTENSE self-worth issues]

I agree with everything you said though... I love wrinkly, wrung-out-to-dry Alabasta Ace and his devil-may-care coolness. His vibes of being just a bit more of a rebel than any of the Strawhats even, the thing that makes people cast him as a guitarist or artist in modern AUs. that fuckin,,,,, crouch/perching thing he does,,,, The WAITING... he's so understated with his devotion, like, this panel??

he's trying to be so cool and older brother-y but really he just wants his little brother to visit him sometimes!!! he waited for luffy for 10 days when he's been prioritizing this mission over everything else, even being with his other found-family crew, and I just!!! sigh

"any thoughts if he’d treat/think of luffy any different" I so agree that Wano Ace is pre-Whitebeard Ace, meaning that even though he's presenting himself as independent and a leader/captain, there's a part of him that's still very angry and searching for acceptance. And yesss, bc of that he was probably holding his memories of Luffy so close all the time, seeing his brother who loves him in the innocent, trusting kid he helps, and unable to stop bragging about his brave little brother to the brash, impressive club-weilding guy he runs into.

meanwhile I feel like Alabasta Ace is actually more mellowed-out in his feelings toward Luffy, in a way? like idk, maybe—I might be completely off—but he's more secure in himself and his attachment to Luffy... or at least he tells himself he is. I just feel like that explains why he's shown to be so openly brag-y about Luffy in his Wano days, but seems way more laidback in Alabasta, haha (but the brocon devotion is still there, just better-hidden, lmaoooo) (and it gets ripped to the forefront during Marineford—he's forced to confront all that fear and attachment when he sees Luffy hurtling through the air toward him AH)

god tho. wano ace. wano ace and this gif

the things. the things i want to do to this man. the morals i would abandon. unspeakable.

and this???? him??????????????? sunkissed angel backlit like the once-in-a-lifetime love interest in a twee indie film???

yeah I... in summary, I feel like I have 60/40 preference for Wano Ace over Alabasta Ace, but really it's that mix of all those qualities that I like to bring in when i can.

(my secret third answer is Marineford Ace. the blorbo who started it all, lmao)

[sammyluvr]

also feel like sam would be the biggest greek mythology nerd, like he’d talk to u abt it for hours and hours, big fat verbal essays while he lays on your chest and listens to ur heartbeat. and he has big books abt it and also he’d definitely have little statues of all the greek gods and goddesses in ur guys’s room with other figures like hippocrates n socrates (he’d also go on big tangents abt hippocrates and the 4 humours and i could yap back bc medicine throughout time is one of the history modules on my gcse course😋) but yeah he js loves yapping about things and yeah

-💽

YESSS OH MY GOD THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY because i LOVE greek mythology and mythology in general and i think sam does too!!! it totally aligns with his general interest in lore; he has to research some of these things for cases and all that.

i'm completely obsessed with the idea of just sitting there and reading and talking about it with him for hours and hours <333

ooohh and him being into greek philosophy as well is so true to me! he totally studies lots of different world philosophies if he gets any free time <33 and he'd LOVE any time that you have things to add to this conversation, he love love loves engaging with you in any way <33

[panelshowsource]

yes! here it is :)

does anyone know if this is their real home? i'm sure it's a set but i love imagining this is their home lmaooo

sure here ya go :)

yes, here is the complete series!

sorry that s02 isn't in hd :( if anyone has that and wants to send it my way bless you...

i fuuucking love meet the richardsons muahaha apparently a lot of brits are sick of jon's and lucy's faces because they're on repeat so much on dave, but since i don't have that problem i have ZERO!!! richardsons fatigue and ofc can't wait to see lucy on taskmaster!!!

it's been unhinged as always but i gotta say david and georgia tennant took me OUT, russell kane shitting on lucy every time cuts to him is one of my fave running gags, and is it just me or is richard herring, like, a good actor?

YESSS here are s29 & s30 of the new buzzcocks with greg davies!!!!!!!

here's hoping they announce s31 in august since it usually premieres in september! i am actually obsessed with the reboot it is actually INSANE

ps. "Speaking about the last recommission, Greg Davies said: 'I’m delighted that Buzzcocks is coming back. I can’t wait to give more musicians the chance to increase their cool by hanging out with fat uncle Greg and his three odd children.'" 💀

i wasn't planning on it just because it's so easy to find on youtube, but would it be helpful if i made a chronological youtube playlist of the episodes? is there one missing that you need? i was planning to do this with catsdown as well...

i also wasn't necessarily planning on re-uploading taskmaster to drive, though i might throw up the 1080p files i have in case they're better quality than what's on youtube. still, with youtube so readily available, most people will stream or cast that, right? i can definitely get the extras & outtakes organised though :)

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ps. if anything can't be streamed because it's processing, just download to watch :)

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Glee-cap: Episode 4x14--I Do

I'm watching Glee for the first time, and writing recaps of my episode reactions (I'm also watching it a second time through with my sister, and I'll provide those recaps too). Here's my reaction recap for I Do

We start off strong--Finn and Rachel. Together! (Know that I am a Finchel shipper, before we go any farther)

Aaaaaand Rachel giving Finn terrible advice. Please stop.

Also, I do love Finn's 'not everything is about you'. I love Rachel, but she needed to hear that

Yesss Emma!! I love how confident she's gotten. Stressy, but a lot more confident

"I hope it's Britney again." Never change, Brittany, never change

Cory Monteith's facial expressions are perfect. Especially the 'internally screaming' one.

Emma knows exactly how to communicate with Artie. To a vaguely concerning degree.

Marley is so cute, especially with Jake. Her smile is so sweet, and I totally believe they are In Love

Jake is a sweetie too

Ryder is so level-headed, and I love him as well. Also yes, call out Puck dating a sophomore (as much as I like Puck, I don't like that subplot whatsoever)

Shoutout to the ridiculous outfit that looks like the lovechild of Kurt and Mike's fashion sense that Puck is wearing in the flashback

The bro-ship between Ryder and Jake is amazing. Ryder's acting is so bad. The tuxedos are everything

Jake and Marley's musical chemistry is *chef's kiss*

Not gonna lie, that bouquet was gorgeous

Yesss, Mercedes!! I love her!

And Sue is officially hilarious. "What, this old thing? It's an exact replica of your wedding dress."

and we're back with the random cracks about Finn's weight. The dude's insecure, and everyone needs to back off him

Aside from the aforementioned fat-shaming, every word out of Sue's mouth is gold. Not whatsoever helpful for poor Emma, but comedy gold

And Jayma Mays shows off hitherto unsuspected talents with Getting Married Today, as does Amber Riley. I haven't loved any of Emma's songs before this point but goshdarn it, Jayma knocks this out of the park.

Emma's freaking out, meanwhile Sue is just eating, and I love it.

Brad is the organist. Guy cannot catch a break.

Shout out to Becky, the world's most angry looking flower girl. Also shout-out to Kurt's reaction.

The doors open and...SUE. Gosh, I love her sometimes. And the organ crashing to a halt is hilarious.

Will and Sue's faces straight afterwards are delightful

Brittany mouthing that Sue 'looks so good' as she walks down the aisle at someone else's wedding. Never change, Brittany.

Jane Lynch hit comedy out of the ballpark in this episode. Everything Sue does here is hilarious

Finn now has himself in deep trouble

I am, at my heart, a Samcedes shipper, but I can't lie, he and Britts are pretty cute

Marley looks so pretty in that darkish pink.

I am vaguely frustrated that my hunch that Ryder has been having all of Jake's ideas all this time was correct, but I do still appreciate that they're bros, rather than, you know, fighting.

Jake and Ryder: Most Reasonable Dudes in the Glee-verse

Kurt's dance moves always make me laugh. I also love that Blaine looks so intense while he sings, and meanwhile Kurt's shimmying around and making Big facial expressions

Yes, Artie!!! For all his faults, Artie is really good at standing up for himself (no pun intended)

Sam and Brittany are so unhinged together /affectionate

Lots of people find Tina OOC in S4, but ever since The Power Of Madonna she's been given to occasional outbursts where she never gives her outburstee enough context to know what they've done

The comic timing on 'Did you vapo-rape my ex-boyfriend' is so perfect.

Did my eyes deceive me, or was Sam also lining up to catch the bouquet too?

Finn is my favourite character but occasionally he takes this particular tone with Rachel, and I Don't Like It

Whoa, Finn gets poetic and metaphorical. Guess being a teacher did make him smarter

Rachel missing the point is always hilarious.

I love Finn, and I love Finchel, but he's being just a tad presumptuous and condescending here, and I wish he'd express these same sentiments in a different way

Okay, what's with almost every couple heading upstairs. I kind of hoped that Marley would set some boundaries for Jake to respect (I mean, I'm not saying she has to, I'm saying that it would have been nice to see what would actually have happened if Ryder had been right, and how Jake would respond)

And that's how you know that I'm writing this as I watch, because I got what I wanted. Jake is so chill about it, even after getting his hopes up, and I'm glad he's not letting Marley apologise

Ah the glorious love between Brody and Rachel where they're constantly lying and being unfaithful. Love it /heavy sarcasm

Tina's dress is so cute

RYDER! You have been being so great the last few episodes now you ruin it!!

Artie's French accent is so cute

Their final song is really good, even if the dancing makes them all look completely insane

I also appreciate that their final-episode songs are starting to look a lot more low-budget and like real school performances than they used to

It's way too soon for Rachel to actually know if she's pregnant--unless there was supposed to be a timelapse in that song, but okay then.

[sterekchub]

I’ve got an idea! I’m a sucker for soft bby Derek 🥺 him trying to get his life together after the fire but because he barely finished high school the only place that will hire him is the local fast food joint, where the floors are greasy but the food is greasier 😆 but he doesn’t care he just wants to do something on his own for once.

Head manager Stiles just wants to eat him up when he shuffles in for the interview, all shy and lean (too lean). He hires him immediately, devoting lots of time and attention to making sure Derek is comfortable and adjusting nicely. This may or may not include encouraging Derek to take advantage of the free food perk.

As Derek’s frame grows he is slow to notice because Stiles keeps “upgrading” the uniform when he outgrows his.

Also I for sure know Derek would have such a feminine gain 😩

Yesss I also adore soft Derek who deserves nice things. Who has the family fortune to support him but doesn’t feel like he deserves to use it. Too many rumors around him killing his sister, no degree or work experience to mention…he applies everywhere and gets more and more dejected with every day that passes without a job offer.

And Stiles has heard the rumors. Sees Derek’s gruff and ‘I could care less’ attitude….and doesn’t buy it. He’s the kid of a cop- he sees what most people miss. The way Derek’s belt has extra holes poked in it because he’s lost so much muscle mass and weight. The way his jacket hangs loosely off him. How he uncomfortably shifts his weight and looks out of place and ready to bolt immediately.

Stiles immediately offers him the job. Probably working as a manger while he finishes his degree and it reminds Derek he should be a college grad by now, if he ever bothered to go, if his parents were alive to help him with college apps and moving into a dorm…. But Stiles doesn’t make him feel bad about it. Even offers to help Derek look into online classes, even if he starts small with one class at a time at a local community college.

And in the meantime- tells Derek eat what he wants. Better than throwing out leftovers. Sends him home with bags of burgers or nuggets for dinner even if it’s way more than Derek can eat and he protests he can’t take the food.

But- it takes awhile but Derek eventually opens up and feels comfortable being his snarky, rough around the edges- pre fire self. And accepts he should stop arguing with Stiles and take the food.

At first, Derek only notices his 30+lb gain because he’s back to a healthy weight. Doesn’t need the belt to hold up his jeans, his shirts fit snug but not stretched tight. How he used to be.

Which- absolutely when Stiles doubles down. Tells Derek stay hydrated! Get a soda! (And orders those deluxe pick any flavor digital soda machines). Totally keeps a mental note of how often Derek refills his soda- and Derek is solidly chugging at least a small bag of sugar a day with the amount he drinks

Mostly because all the fries Stiles gives him “happen” to be over salted… oops.

Or has Derek try possible new menu items. Triple burger? Triple cheese? What about if they add more bacon? If they add ranch? What about nuggets on a burger?

Derek tries it all and ignores the button of his pants digging into his now rounded middle.

He gets *soft* and blubbery for sure. Because he has nothing else to do- so he picks up all the shifts he can. Maybe keeps Stiles company even when he isn’t on the clock. Comes into the restaurant when he has online classes so Stiles can help him.

He’s on the round the clock greasy fast food diet and as a result he just expands. Ass getting wide and heavy, thighs that are rubbing against each other and the friction leaves holes in his khakis. Belly that protrudes out and hangs low over his waistband- when it isn’t stuffed with burgers and soda and an inflated orb, taut to the touch. The start of a double chin. Pecs that soften and drop. Upper arms that have a solid amount of fat that hang down. Love handles that are always stretching out his shirt and Stiles keeps having to resist the urge to SQUEEZE everytime he walks by.

Derek with his belly resting on the counter, no customers in sight, burger in one hand and large soda in the other…

Sorry I got from “awww angsty and sweet” to “kink” real fast.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello! , There is no rush for you to write it. You could write about Marylin and reader, that reader is pregnant and wants to go to work or do things to help Marylin and Marylin says no Reader is disgusted by this and tries to convince Marylin otherwise, seducing Marylin. Marylin hesitates but in the end she says no.

A super overprotective Marylin. Lots of fluff at the end.

Yesss!!! Here it is!!!! Well, I was thinking and I've decided to make this one a sequel to : A Rave'n to remember. But I think you can read it by itself!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))) <3

I want to be useful

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x  Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, reader is pregnant

Word count: 2,055

Summary: You’re so tired of being at home, at bed. You want to do something to help Marilyn, who cared every time about you.

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

���Good morning, my love,” Marilyn whispered to you, sitting on the bed. You shook your head and blinked, yawning.

“Hi, Mari…” You sighed, trying to clear your head a bit.

When your vision cleared, you could see that your wife was carrying a tray full of things for you.

“Here, I have prepared a full breakfast for you,” she said to you, as you got up, putting the tray on your lap.

You looked at all the delicious things that were in it and you noticed a small vase with a beautiful flower.

“Mari... What a delicious surprise...” You sighed, happy to see how affectionate she was and how well she was behaving with you.

“Everything is not enough for my precious girl… Well, for my precious girls,” She said, caressing your already big belly.

You were seven months pregnant and you finally decided to move out of Nevermore, to live a real life in a small house in Jericho. Larissa told you not to come back to work, that you needed to rest. Just like your wife was saying. She had become extremely protective.

You felt good, you felt energetic, but everyone around you believed that you were weak, that you had to protect yourself. You were starting to get tired of it.

“Well, you were right, your precious girls are starving,” you said, devouring some toast with jam. Marilyn looked at you and smiled tenderly. You ate under her watchful eye. After a few minutes being like this, you raised your eyes to the redhead. “What's wrong?”

“Oh, nothing, I'm just looking at you,” she said, as if you had interrupted a deep thought.

“You are just looking at me…” You repeated, blushing. You adored those looks, those tender eyes that seemed to thank you at all times that you were by her side. “I could get used to it.”

She smiled again, picking up a grape from your plate.

“How are you?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. You were fine. A little uncomfortable, but fine. You didn't need that much protection.

“Fat,” you teased with a sigh. Marilyn snorted, shaking her head.

“Don't say that, you look beautiful, my love,” she said, just as you imagined. Marilyn leaned towards you and placed a tender kiss on your lips. “Well, I'm going to take a shower and I'm going to work,” she told you, getting up from the bed.

You almost choke, putting the tray aside and getting out of bed.

“Wait, wait. Today I’ve woken up with energy, I'm going with you,” you said, stretching yourself as best you could. She huffed, putting her hands on your shoulders and sitting you back down on the bed.

“Ah, no, nothing like that,” she told you, with an authoritative tone. “Larissa has told you to stay at home calmly, resting. And that's what you're going to do.”

You rose again, defiant.

“Oh, come on. I feel fine, I can teach,” you said, going to your closet to find some clothes. As soon as you opened the door, Marilyn closed it, putting her hands on her hips.

“(Y/N), you're not going anywhere,” she said to you, with a slightly dark voice. You snorted.

“Of course I’m going.”

“Of course not. Please lie down on the bed and rest,” she told you, grabbing your wrist.

When it came to precautions, Marilyn was a black belt one. You had been doing nothing for a long time and you were bored. You had read all the books, seen all the series and slept as much as a person could sleep in a day.

“Don't be so boring, I need you to give me some fresh air, I spend the day locked up here doing nothing,” you protested, letting Marilyn cover you with the sheets again.

“You have to take care of yourself and rest. The doctor said it.”

You moved nervously, arms crossed. When you heard those words, your eyes widened and you leaned accusingly at the redhead.

“That’s a filthy lie. The doctor has only told me not to make efforts, not to spend all day in bed as if I were a vegetable,” you said indignantly, narrowing your eyes.

Marilyn sighed, clearly not finding an answer to that. Instead of rebutting your arguments, she looked at her watch and hurried into the bathroom.

“Damn…” You whispered, uncovering yourself again. This time you took a little longer to get up. Your movements were limited, but your pride prevented you from recognizing it. Clutching your belly, you walked to the bathroom, where you could already hear the shower running.

You slowly peeked out from that cloud of steam and hit the partition glass, scaring the redhead.

“(Y/N)!” She yelled, sticking her head out of the glass. You put on a pleading look.

“Come on, Marilyn, let me do the shopping at least,” you said, bowing your head like a helpless puppy.

“Let me think about it…” She said, humming. “No! You can't carry weight.”

You rolled your eyes, as you started to remove your pajama shirt.

“Well, I'll clean the house then…” You sighed.

“No way. I'm not going to allow you to expose yourself to chemical products.” Was her answer.

Your legs were shaking as you undressed.

“Well, I'll cook!” You yelled, already a bit desperate.

“What if you get burned? What if something happens to you?”

You growled clenching your fists.

“Shit,” you complained, running a hand over your belly. “I'm sorry honey, your mother sometimes makes me lose my temper.”

“I’ve heard you,” Marilyn said, behind the glass.

You stuck your tongue out at her and finished undressing, moving the door aside and stepping into the shower. Marilyn looked at you surprised.

“What now? Can't I take a shower either?” You said, letting the hot water run over your body. She sighed, shaking her head.

After a moment trying to feign anger with the redhead, you turned around gently grabbing her shoulders and making her turn towards you. Marilyn looked at you, caressing your cheek.

“My love… I don't want to bother you, I only worry about you, about the baby,” she told you, putting a hand on your belly.

“The baby is fine, Mari…” You said, placing your hand on top of hers.

“I just… I'm just scared. It has taken us a long time to get here. I don't want something to go wrong.”

“And it's not going to go wrong. She is going to be a beautiful girl, and we will be the best mothers in the world,” you said, getting a little closer to her.

“Are you sure?” She asked, running her hands over the back of your neck.

“I'm sure…” You sighed, before kissing your wife passionately under the shower.

The heat of the water made you start to breathe hard, to feel chills on your skin. You hadn't made love in a long time, and you knew that Marilyn was having a hard time about it. Maybe a little morning pleasure would make her stop being so overprotective with you.

You leaned into her neck, kissing it tenderly, with love. The redhead didn't protest, she just closed her eyes, letting herself go.

Your plan was succeeding. Your caresses were irresistible to her, you could tell by the shy gasps that she began to emit. Your hands ran down her legs, going up little by little until them reached her goal.

You already thought that you had won, that you could at least give your wife some deserved pleasure. She deserved it, she was doing everything she could to take care of you, every night she fell asleep in bed exhausted. You needed that freedom, and you needed Marilyn to calm down.

Just before reaching that place, her hand grabbed your wrist, bringing it up to her lips, kissing it.

“Nice try, (Y/N), but it doesn't work,” she said smiling, getting out of the shower. You were stunned, speechless and frustrated.

“Oh, please,” you said, leaning through the screen. She winked at you as she wrapped the towel around her body.

You huffed and grunted, almost wanting to pull your hair out. You finished taking a shower. She hadn't moved from the bathroom, she was still there, keeping you company. When you turned off the tap and opened the door, she was already there to dry you and cover you with the towel as well.

“Come here, my love…”she said, affectionately. You came out of the shower with a frown, but you let yourself to be hugged.

“Killjoy,” you grumbled. She sighed as she carefully dried you.

“Here we go again…”

“I just want to be able to feel useful, Mari. I need to be part of this family, not look like a piece of furniture,” you complained, while she passed the towel through your hair in an amusing way.

“You are useful, (Y/N). But you have to take care of yourself,” she answered you, passing a hand over your cheek.

“Do you think so? Why I’m useful? I feel like a container,” you said, while you sat down on a stool, with some difficulty. Marilyn crouched down, shaking her head.

“You are not a container. You are my daughter’s mother of, our daughter’s mother. I wish I could share the bad moments that pregnancy causes you. I feel really useless. I can't do anything to alleviate your bad nights, your nausea, your mood swings...”

“Well, you've done your part too, don't you think?” You said, pointing to your belly. She laughed embarrassed. You knew that bringing up the subject of how that life could have grown inside you caused her a terrible shame.

“(Y/N)…” She said, hiding her blush. “I don’t mean that.”

“It was funny,” you said smiling petulantly. She closed her eyes, sighing.

“What I want to say, (Y/N), is that I can't do anything more than take care of you, that you feel as good as possible. It is my duty as a wife, and as a mother,” she told you in a somehow serious tone.

You wiped that cocky smile off your face and remained pensive. She may have been being overprotective, but it was true that she took care of you like you were a princess. What she felt for you was pure love, devotion, even adoration. You should be grateful for how lucky you were.

“I know, Mari…” You said, looking down.

“Okay, then you have to do me a favor, to rest and stop protesting, okay?”

You reluctantly agreed. She quickly kissed you on the lips and got up, looking at the clock.

“I'm going to be late, Larissa is going to kill me,” she said, smoothing her hair.

“Larissa is not going to tell you anything. You are her protégé, like me,” you said joking. She turned and rolled her eyes.

“Do you want me to help you get dressed, my love?”

“No, it's not necessary, I…” You stopped when you felt movement in your belly, those tender little kicks that the baby gave you from time to time. “Oh, Mari, come, come, she's kicking,” you said excitedly.

The redhead turned and put her hand next to yours, which was guiding hers where the movement was.

“Oh, my God… It's incredible,” She said, also excited. When the movement ceased, she stood up again. Her face seemed more relaxed, with a half smile.

“What do you think if we take a walk in the park this afternoon? It's a beautiful day,” she proposed to you.

You looked up and nodded quickly, with some doubt.

“Do you want to take me out of the house? Really?” You asked ironically. She rolled her eyes, but she nodded, kissing you again.

“You're right, I have to stop worrying so much. So when I come back from work we will take a romantic walk, yes… Away from dogs, poisonous plants, the lake and…”

“Marilyn…” You said hissing. She was going to say something else but she sighed, giving up.

“Okay, okay, we'll go wherever you want,” she said. “Now I really have to go, honey. Try to rest, please.”

“Yes…” You said tiredly, with your eyes looking up at the ceiling. “Hey, Mari.”

She turned before walking out of the bathroom, nodding.

“I love you.”

“Oh, my girl, me too, you can't imagine how much”

[eggluttony]

Eggman stuffing himself silly in order to make sure his ass stays bigger and more beautiful than Gerald's ever was 🤤

After all, Gerald's Era is over, and it's Eggman's time to shine 😎

Yesss I love to think of him having the title of fattest Robotnik in the family, that it's common for the men to be on the heavier side but none before him have ever been as fat and heavy as him 🥰 He takes a lot of pride in this and eats a lot to keep that title too, as well as maintain his egg shape and live up to his name, and how he just loooves to eat and get fatter of course hehe

So when he's having one of his big binges, he lets the thought of keeping the title of the biggest and fattest motivate him to keep eating. Stuffing himself silly until he feels like he's about to burst. When lay back pinned down by his huge stuffed bulging belly, surrounded by empty stacks of plates and food packaging, he feels happy knowing he's making sure of that

He says "Ughh, yeah I don't need to worry about losing title of- *BUURRRP!* biggest after that. Huff!" as he slaps and rubs his huge stuffed heavy belly expanded beyond capacity. But then he wonders if he's really had enough calories to turn into a significant enough amount of fat. So he orders robots to bring another couple refills of a dish or dessert, or another pile of snacks

He lets greed take over entirely, forcing even more into his swollen full belly that's gurgling and tight and struggling to expand any more. He tells himself he absolutely needs to stuff his face with as much food and calories as he can to maintain this proud title. This is all he can think about as he shoves even more food into his mouth. That's when he ends up really feeling stuffed silly

Where all he can do is sit back moaning, sighing, and belching and is unable to get up for a while. He rubs his huge packed full belly he says "alright, I definitely don't need to worry now. BUURRRP!" and feels very content and certain in succeeding in his goal now. He feels very sleepy after so much food and naps so his stomach digests without burning so many calories, in hopes of keeping more fat

He commonly stands in front of the mirror to check his assets of belly, tits, and ass to make sure they're big and plump. He's pleased when they look enormous. When he squeezes his tits, shakes his belly and slaps his butt while looking at his reflection, he thinks "yeah these are definitely bigger than my grandpa's" when thinking back to photos of him that he's seen for comparison.

Gerald was a pretty fat guy himself but Eggman really wants to be the fattest ever in the family, as much as he admired and looked up to him. It's really the same attitude he has when it comes to being a scientific genius, it's his time now and he needs to surpass him! And because he's so much greedier and eats so much more than Gerald ever did or had the time for too, he certainly succeeds.

He may be a little oblivious to the fact that he's not just maintaining his weight to keep this title, he's gaining more over time with all the excessive stuffing and frequent binges. His tits sag rested atop his fat hanging belly and his butt is so wide and thick. The sheer width of his big fattened body is starting to make him get stuck in places. But all the soft heavy fat jiggling in these places feels so nice.

When his huge stuffed fat round belly rips through his clothes or pops buttons and his fat wobbly bubbly butt rips through his bodysuit too, he sighs happily knowing that his are the biggest and fattest belly and butt in the family, so much that his clothes can hardly contain them so often, something that the other fat men of his family surely didn't deal with anywhere near as often.

And well, it's actually because he just keeps getting fatter and fatter too and eventually he'll realize the way his belly and butt only continue to expand hehe

[aversiteespabilas]

THE DOLLS ARE BACK AND WETTER, SADDER, CUTER, AND STRONGER THAN EVER!!!

Yuki's DRENCHED, that poor bnnuy boy. I never knew how much I needed to see a wet pathetic rabbit until now. He looks like he'd make a wet splat sound if he was slapped on a wall (like throwing a soaked towel on tile.)

TETSU AND YUSUKE NOOOOO- There's so many emotionsss!!!! They're so disappointed in themselves, how could they let eachother down so terribly. But, God, they're so relieved to see eachother again. At the end of the day, they're still brothers and they love each other sososososo much. But they've made so many mistakes that hurt one another and themselves. It's so sad don't do this to meeee (jk, I LOVE ITTTTT)

and...the cuddles...the cuddles...THE CUDDLES!!

soff bunny's cuddling??? BIG BNUUY TUCK LIL BNUUY TO BEDD????? They're adorable pleaseeeee spareee meeeee aaaahhhhhh. I know for a FACT it HAD to have hurt Yusuke that he doesn't remember him...like, not even ONE bit??? after all the cuddles and games of peek-a-boo? not a single memory? that definitely stung. unsurprising considering Yuki's age at the time, but still hard to think about for sure.

and martial arts bunny's??? guys...they're so strong ya'll, DON'T mess with them!!! Don't let the fluff deceive you, they're not cute pet store bunny's!!

Not sure if it's the sharp lining style or Yuki's muscles, but i'm choosing to believe Yuki has fat biceps, yeah he's super strong ya'll.

also, Ken getting his ass handed to him buy an 18 year old?? get humbled old-young man

anyway's back into the abyss I go, lots of love and kisses to You and Rhin!!! (Also Rhin if you're reading this, the new UTSLH update was so delicious i'm foaming from the mouth!!!! expect a comment sometime soon, love youuu 🫶)

- 😎

OH YEEAHH AND YOU'RE BACK TOO!!! WELCOME!!!

I really REALLY needed to try my hand at doing wet fur, the images wouldn't leave my brain jhdfjg "He looks like he'd make a wet splat sound if he was slapped on a wall" YESSS OH THAT WAS THE EXACT GOAL, GOOD. I will say these are mostly inspired by yet-to-be-released Sword Lifted chapters sooo... spoilers without context? But here, enjoy our delightful Wet Yuki commentary:

AWH MAN I've been drawing Tetsu A LOT lately (and I will dO IT AGAIN) but I realized I hadn't really drawn that many sibling moments between him and Yusuke, so there's THE COMFOOORT! My thought with that one was them comforting each other about having lost Keiko. Tetsuya is not one to cry often at all, but Keiko was his whole world for twenty-five years of his life. That kind of pain doesn't go away so easily... It's so good that they both can have someone to grieve with now, though. They don't have to go through this alone!!

Oh it definitely stung Yusuke that his nephew doesn't remember him, and it's really weird on Yuki's part too! Rhin and I keep going back to discussing Yuki's characterization in Sword Lifted just because the situation on his part is so strange it's impossible to "react accordingly". This guy you don't remember and whom nobody told you about was almost like an older brother to you and played with you and cradled you to sleep as a baby, how wild is that??? But listen, I do know if anyone was going to look at this situation in the most practical, polite and straightforward way, it would be Yuki.

THEY'RE BATTLE BNNUYYYS you know, for being a samurai-inspired AU on an action shonen show's setting, I sure don't draw as much actual samurai-ing as I should djfgjdf I NEED TO REMEDY THAT, I'm really itching to do some big dramatic illustrations, but my to-draw list just keeps getting larger and larger with bunny stuff..... awh lord save me.

Oh Yuki is definitely all steel under that fur for sure for sure. I feel like I tend to draw characters scrawnier than they'd realistically be, but it's kind of my brain unconsciously going LITTLE BOY djfdgf to be honest Yusuke, Ken and Mari are the ones I'm generally more conscious about, when it comes to body types? Just because Rhin made a really good point of them being Big Guy, Tall Slim Guy and Hourglass Woman and I'm so weak about SHAPES. But also as I keep improving with my anatomy I try to be more aware of what the body types of my OCs are, and how to show that with time too.

AND RHIN SAYS HI BACK!!!

It's always a delight to have you buddy 💕 Stay tuned for more rabbits!!!