#you put a ball under a cup and reveal the ball is still there and he just goes :O

[oozebrain]

Art is an obligate carnivore and tofu will kill him. He aggressively but silently hisses at vegetables and seitan. Salads without meat make him mad.

If the reader gives him a side of veggies with his meal he will dump them out in the floor and pretend he doesn’t see them even when confronted. He mimes dramatically that you’ve clearly lost your mind because he totally did not just throw two cups of broccoli and hide it under a napkin. Who would do something like that? The napkin totally hides it, how can you see it???

He’s dumbfounded.

[bi-writes]

ok simon and his mail order bride live rent-free in my head now and, like, what i wanna know is what their anniversaries look like? not just their one year anniversary, but also their fifth or tenth? how does it change as they settle into that deep comfortability that comes with being with someone a long time? -391780

this piece i still consider canon mail-order bride, but i see it almost as an extra than a continuation of the current story since it is very much in the future of that timeline. <3

mail-order bride

it's difficult to see the potential of something so mangled. sometimes things are so worn out and so used that they don't reflect what their purpose was. instead of function, they see flaw. instead of value, they see waste.

sometimes you wonder if that's what they saw in you. sometimes you wonder if that's why you were given to him.

that's what they made him. simon was a tortured dog they let loose. they saw value, but only what was left, and perhaps they thought something like you might help them squeeze just that little bit more out of him. one more year. one more op.

the sunlight wakes you up. you forgot to pull the blinds, but when you see simon sleeping peacefully next to you, it's worth it to be up so early. you know as soon as you move, he will wake, so you keep still for just a few more minutes.

today marks ten. he doesn't look much older. he seems to have stopped aging ever since you asked him to put in his papers.

like always, as soon as you sit up, simon blinks awake. he's bleary, but conscious, and when your eyes meet, you smile at him. he lifts his big hand and rubs your back gently. you don't speak any words so early in the morning, but you don't have to. there isn't much to say when the love of your life loves you, and you love them back.

you push the blankets off, giggling when you reveal the black and orange balls of fur that blink up at you. they almost seem irritated that you interrupted their sleep, snuggled in the heat that simon radiated. they'll just have to deal with it.

you drag your hand down simon's leg wordlessly. you hear his deep breaths from behind, and you reach into your bedside table to press a little balm into your hand before spreading the ointment across his knee and under it. you work it into the muscles nice and slow; any faster, and simon will hitch his breath in pain, and you'll have to start over.

you kiss his knee before laying back down, settling into his side, and you lift up your left hand, wiggling your fingers knowingly at him before looking up towards his face. he smiles down at you sleepily, raising his hand to cup your fingers.

"still love me?" you ask softly, and simon pretends to think about.

"mmm..." he rumbles. "still love ya."

"but do you still like me?"

"more everyday."

the first few years were spent trying to play catch-up. fancy dinners, expensive gifts, handwritten letters that could've been novels to try and stuff the love you have for each other all in one night. they were all wonderful; you think about those nights all the time, and you cherish the gifts he's given you like they are a part of you, but today feels different.

today might not be just another day, but it's just as special as yesterday. and the day before that. and the day before that.

when it's time to really wake up, you let simon guide you. he walks easy, barely a limp, and he sits you down at your vanity to help you do your hair as you add your serums and moisturizers. he's good with that brush, running it through gently, parting your hair the way you like so he can tie it up. he'd braid your hair if you asked him to (he said it wasn't unlike all the knots he knows how to tie--and he meant it, no one dutch braids like him), but you know your show came out last night, and you want to watch them with the scones you have proofing in the fridge.

he makes the coffee and tea while you set the scones in the oven. you fill the cat's bowls while he cleans out the water fountain. it's wordless, the morning routine, but you like the times when you brush by him. when your arm runs against his. when your hands bump going for the same cabinet. when he leans down as he passes you, kissing along your jaw before he keeps walking.

bliss. fucking bliss.

he's waiting for you in the living room once you pull the scones out of the oven. your coffee sits on the table on its coaster, in your favorite mug, and he's under your blanket as he flips through the tv. he already knows what you'll want to watch, and you bite back your smile when you notice him typing it into the search bar because he didn't see it when he scrolled past (you keep telling him to wear his glasses, but he'll never listen).

you take a seat next to him, thumbing at his cheek, and he takes a scone off the plate before biting into it. he smiles when he tastes chocolate, looking at you knowingly, and you reach for his hand as you settle against his chest.

you used to be mangled, too. a mess. pretty on the outside, dying on the inside. all fried wires, a traumatized animal, learned behavior of relieve and appease that kept you out of trouble and out of sight.

you have never seen simon this way. and simon has never seen you this way. no hopeless potential. no wasted space. no diminishing value.

i matter because you matter. you matter because i matter.

hidden, not broken. disguised, not incomplete. you did not have jagged edges, only armor that you tried to put up to protect yourself.

you tip your head back to look up at him, and when he cups your jaw to stare back at you, you're relieved by what you see in his eyes.

ten years. it will be nothing like forever. it will be nothing like your next life, nor like the life after that. it's comforting to know what home looks like. maybe you will recognize it the way you recognized it in this life.

no, that can't be it.

you recognized it because it had already happened. in some other time, in some other place, you were sitting where you sit now, looking at simon the way you look at him now.

you knew who he was before you even met him, and you will know who he is when you meet him again.

[smuttysabina]

Tropical Infatuation

(Male Reader x Lalisa & Jennie Kim, 4.4k Words) Tags: Incest; Back by popular demand; The plot thickens, and so has Lisa; Pregnancy; Copious creampies; Creampies NOT in your older sister; Vaginal sex; Anal sex; Blowjobs; Some pissing; You fuck your older sister Lisa some more; More sex than this fic has room for!

Part 1 Here!

Lalisa murmurs softly as she languidly rolls over, instinctively snuggling closer to her partner for warmth, pressing her lithe body against his back. She purrs as she gradually remembers who he is, and has to restrain herself from reaching down and touching his no-doubt throbbing erection, who would have thought that her baby brother's cock would fit her so perfectly? It had been four months since she had first allowed her darling sibling to fuck her for a week straight, and the perversity of it all still excited her to no end. Lisa's lower lips moisten as she remembers it, her holes had been relentlessly pumped full of her brother's semen, she had let him have his way with her in any way he could imagine; and she had loved every moment of it. Things had hardly slowed down after the end of the trip, her younger sibling had refused her love for so long, and now that he was open to it she had drowned him in affection. Lisa had submitted to her brother in ways she had never for any other man, her mouth, pussy, and anus were open for his free use whenever he liked; and she had happily dressed up and cosplayed for him when he asked. It had been nearly enough to satiate her boundless lusts, nearly. Lisa still enjoyed fucking her pets and fans, but she would always return to her baby brother, and relish in his roughness as he would jealously plow their cum out of her; honestly it was so endearing! But he really shouldn't worry about her affections drifting, considering the depravity causing her belly to swell and bulge, her womb belonged to him now after all. And with that perverted thought in mind, Lisa squirms deeper under the sheets, it was time to make her breakfast...

You stir as you feel a familiar wet sensation engulf your manhood, awakening you from your slumber, causing your hips to rock experimentally as you explore it. The deeper you push, the better it feels, and soon your entire length is inside of the warm stimulation, so you start to thrust. You groan as pleasure suddenly shoots down your shaft, as your still half-asleep body puts in the work for you until you are full cognizant, whereupon you gather enough wits to lift the covers and reveal the source of your rousing. Lisa smiles up at you from the twilight beneath the covers, pressing your hips so that they are flat against the bed as she greets you, "Hello baby brother," before returning to her work. You shudder as your older sister switches from her idle passivity and locks her lips around your shaft, taking your cock to the hilt without gagging as her tongue roils against the underside of your member. Laying back against your pillow, you sigh as Lisa determinedly sucks you off, your hand atop her head as she glides up and down your meat until your balls begin to pulse urgently. Your big sister makes encouraging sounds as your dick starts to throb, her tiny hands cupping your sack as it rises, as she stares eagerly up at you. Moaning, you creampie Lisa's throat, your seed spewing down her gullet as she patiently swallows every last drop, forgoing breathing so as to not waste any of it until you are finished feeding her. Wearing a naughty grin, your older sister pulls off of you, and opens her mouth to prove that she had drunk it all, "Good morning dear, ready to serve my cunt some breakfast as well?"

Lisa throws off the covers and rolls over onto her back as you scramble atop her, your manhood bulging as you drink in the sight of your sister's naked body. Your sibling had grown noticeably more curvy since that first morning you had rutted like a beast with her, her breasts had swollen up, her nipples had ripened, her thighs and butt had put on some meat, and her formerly taut stomach now sported a rather prominent bump; and this was what aroused you the most. Lisa smirks slyly up at you, "Are you going to keep admiring your work, or are you going to fuck me already?" Still slathered with her spit, you angle your cock downwards and press into the damp warmth of your older sister, slowly filling her pussy until your balls kiss her asshole. Lisa moans softly as you stretch her gluttonous hole out, her legs locking around your waist with loving familiarity, pulling your head down against her smooth neck. You start with slow, deep thrusts, but before too long you are lustfully trying to fuck your sister through the bed, as her cunt makes an absolute mess in the sheets. Loud, meaty slaps reverberate around the room as you plow your big sister, even as she shrilly urges you on while you nuzzle and gnaw upon her skin. Both of you groan when you finally creampie Lisa, your sibling quivering beneath you as your seed sloshes inside of her fertile pussy, coating her cervix in your sperm. You spend some time cuddling as your manhood gradually slips out of her, whereupon she idly explores the sticky load with her fingers before giving you an arch look, "You do know you can't knock me up if I'm already pregnant, right? You keep pumping me full of cum like you think you can..." Lisa glances down between your legs, "Oh. Fine, one more time, but there's only a few hours before the event, and getting ready takes forever..." your older sister sighs affectionately, "I'm going to have to rush again, aren't I?"

Lisa sweeps into the lavish gala, fashionably late as was her wont, dressed in a scandalous white skirt and top, reeking of sex and semen; which was only to be expected of an idol. Strutting socialites mingled with preening millionaires, their bodies dowered with gilt and finery, the ladies' flesh scandalously exposed, the men's pants bulging indiscreetly. She had arrived alone, leaving her darling brother behind so she could, mingle, with the wealthy guests, it would be rude of her to ignore their slavish attentions, and she enjoyed it as much as they did. After all, it was unhealthy to eat only desert, and as sweet as her baby brother was, Lisa still required a healthy diet to slake her sexual hunger. Better yet, she was able to get more business done on her knees than she would seated around the dining table; it was honestly unsurprising how many old, smelly cocks she had to suck to secure funding for her nascent company. Several million dollars later, the dinner bell is rung, and Lisa leisurely makes her way to her seat, smoothly seating herself next to her sibling as if she hadn't just been slobbering all over other men's cocks for the past hour; though to be fair, she had eaten out more than a few hairy blown-out cunts as well. Sitting next to her younger brother clearly implied that she intended to enjoy the meal on the table, rather than be bent over it, and the still unsatisfied crowd establish themselves along the long piece of furniture. Several spots remain unclaimed, but that was simply to be expected, some people simply could not wait to fuck until after dinner had ended, and so had started early. So Lisa suffers through several hours of banal conversation, while the businessmen's glittering escorts glare at her jealously. She had no doubt that all of the "ladies" would end the night with their panties around their ankles, anything to get these pampered scions to shut up for a moment.

The boredom was starting to get to Lisa, as well as several of the female companions, who had apparently decided that sucking cock beneath the table was a better fate than unceasingly tedious conversation. Lisa herself had found herself idly groping her brother's crotch as time had passed, discreetly nurturing the mound in his pants until a wet spot appeared; maybe it was time for a quick break... Politely excusing herself from the table, the idol sweetly asks her dearest brother to escort her to the bathroom, after all, it was so easy to get lost in the maze of corridors surrounding the event hall! As Lisa leaves, clutching her sibling's arm, she notices many of the older men staring at her slightly protruding stomach, their eyes glued to her womb. She sighs softly, men were just so obsessed with breeding, the moment they discovered that her pussy was fertile they had kept dumping their loads in there; her ass barely even got any use these days! Lisa used to be spit-roasted and triple penetrated by her depraved lovers, but now it was mostly endless mating presses; the men waiting patiently in line to breed her cunt; whereas before they had fought tooth and nail to cram themselves into any available hole. It was so boring! Whatever, Lisa thinks as she pulls her brother into the private bathroom with her before locking the door, this time she was going to be insistent...

You are humping your older sister before you can even think to remove your pants, rubbing your throbbing erection against her perky ass needily. Lisa laughs as she pushes back against your crotch just as hard, grinding her butt skillfully into your meat until you are about to fill your pants. Smirking, your sibling relents long enough to hoist her skirt up onto her, as she bends over and provocatively spreads her cheeks for you, "Well, what are you waiting for?" You nearly rip your pants off in your desperation to get your cock out, but soon you are shoving your cockhead against her drooling slit. Lisa's fingers find your shaft, but instead of guiding you inside of her, they push upwards so that you are penetrating her tight asshole, "Impregnate my guts for once, you idiot," your sister grunts as you shove your entire length into her mostly unlubricated ass, clutching at the sink for support. Lisa's entire body quivers as you violently ravage her innards, painfully pounding away at her until your balls are slick with her pussy fluids. Your big sister lets out hiss when you finally dump your pent up load into her guts, painting her tight coils with sloppy ropes of cum as you groan loudly. Lisa looks back at you in alarm and rolls her eyes, "Holy fuck keep it down! Save the noise for when we get back to our room!" Grumbling, your sibling wriggles out of your grasp and plops down onto the toilet, where she starts to noisily piss.

Lisa gives you an amused look as you stand there watching her pee, and motions you over, "You had better go as well, so people won't be suspicious," Looking bored, she opens her legs, revealing the gap between her and the edge of the seat, "Try not to piss on me, I like this outfit," Your pants still around your ankles, you waddle over and do your best to comply, sighing as you void your bladder, you had not realized it was so full after getting edged for a couple hours. Lisa watches the yellow stream passing between her thighs like a hawk, before suddenly surging forward and gobbling up your flaccid cock. You moan as the last portion of your urine shoots down your older sister's throat, while she enthusiastically sucks you off even as she swallows your heavy piss. By the time you had finished peeing, you were already rock hard again, and more than happy to let Lisa suck you off while she rubbed herself beneath her skirt. She noisily climaxes into the toilet, spraying the bowl with her squirt as she relishes in the sordid taste of her ass mixed with piss on your manhood. Lisa pulls off your cock before glancing to the side, eyes narrowed in thought, before conversationally saying, "I think I shit your load out," your sister looks back up at you, "Want to put another in me?" Giggling, your sibling bends over the stinking toilet, twisting her skirt into a bunch to make sure it did not get dirtied, and places her hand on your chest, "Don't you dare piss in my ass though," she tells you sternly, "We can try that out later in our room, got it? Good, now fuck my ass," And you happily comply.

Beaming innocently, Lisa rejoins the table as if she had not just had her guts hosed down with her own brother's semen, her outfit once more immaculately in place. Once back in her chair however, the idol immediately notices the change in the room, like any apex predator, she could instinctively notice the presence of another, it took only a quick glance to find her rival. Jennie Kim, seating ever so innocently next to some ripe looking fuck-meat that likely was going to rendered unconscious within half an hour once things got down to business; how delightful. The girls don't bother greeting another, for one thing Jennie was halfway down the table, but their sly glances were more than enough to convey their thoughts; nonverbal communication was common amongst idol groups. So Lisa sighs internally, Jennie says was here to see how her dear friend's pregnancy was coming along, but she could read between the lines well enough; it was about her brother. Incest was hardly uncommon in the industry, though pregnancy surely was, those few idols that ended up with a swollen belly usually took it to term simply for the massive publicity and financial boost it gave them; fans adored paying to support what might perhaps be their child. But incest still caused the more puritanical to turn their noses, which Lisa knew for a fact Jennie was not, they had made disgustingly sloppy love enough for that to be obvious, but Jisoo perhaps...? Oh well, she would just have to protect her brother like any good sister would, only with more sex, and probably fisting.

You squirm uncomfortably in the armchair as a literal goddess tenderly strokes your shoulder, her cherubic face graced with the sweetest smile, "Hello," says Jennie, "You must be Lisa's little brother, so nice to see you again..." She leans down and gives you a tender kiss on your cheek, her manners the epitome of an angelic lady, if only if it were not for the fact that she was completely naked and smeared with semen. You had watched Jennie rapaciously fuck her way through a crowd of the great and good, and it seemed like only your relation to her her beloved friend stopped you from suffering the same fate. Speaking of your sister, you spot Lisa energetically engaged in a ménage au quatre, her every hole filled by impressively meaty cocks; help would not be coming from her any time soon. All around you, guests were busy enjoying themselves, portly businessmen rutted with their much younger companions, while stately ladies frolicked with strapping young men; but the pair of idols remained the center of attention. At least, Jennie had been until she had finished off all of her most ardent lovers with savage speed, so now those who were unoccupied hurried into Lisa's sphere of influence. Which left the idol with more than enough time to lavish you with her full attention, setting your heart fluttering from the burning heat of her desire. She reassures you with a kindly purse of her luscious lips, "Don't worry about your sister, she'll be busy with the gifts I got her for a little while longer, so until then, shall we?"

Not for the first time this night, your pants were undergoing severe strain as your manhood attempts to force its way through them, much to Jennie's evident amusement. She pets the comical bulge around your crotch, teasing it for a few aching moments before unzipping you and allowing your member to arch up towards the ceiling. Jennie raises an eyebrow, "Such stamina, I can see Lisa trained you well," You sputter out a weak response, which only causes Jennie to laugh at your embarrassment; she taps your nose to quiet you, before smoothly sliding down onto the floor and confronting your cock. Without preamble, Jennie starts sucking on your manhood, expertly moving up and down your shaft until you are shuddering and groaning with pleasure; she was even better at it than your older sister! Then she pauses, her eyes narrowing in thought, before pulling off of you and giving you a quizzical look, "You have been fucking Lisa haven't you? I can taste her cunt on your cock, also I'm fairly certain you forgot to wash yourself off after fucking her asshole." You nearly puke in mortification, not only did your sister's groupmate know you had been with Lisa, but here she was openly mocking you for it! Jennie chuckles at your reaction, "Adorable, this will be fun," with that she lithely remounts the armchair and straddles you, her prim pussy lips nearly kissing your tip, "Don't worry," she reassures you once more, "I'll be gentle," and with that Jennie Kim sits on your cock.

Your older sister's pussy was sloppy, her folds greedily slobbering all over your cock, engulfing it in stimulation and affection until it is given its creamy reward; Jennie's pussy, was tight. It gripped your cock firmly, crushing your meat against her sensitive spots, relentlessly squeezing it without showing any signs of tiring. If she had been moving at her regular pace, you had no doubt that you would be busy plastering her insides with your semen, but luckily for you she kept her promise, and moves with languid slowness. You shudder as Jennie slowly grinds her way up and down your shaft, her pussy dragging itself across every inch of flesh, nuzzling against every curve and crevasse until your mind melts from this infernal edging. Your balls ache horribly, as overeager dribbles of precum slowly inundate the idol's hole, though most of it ends up back on your sack as her voracious cunt squeezes out any excess fluids. All the while Jennie stares down at you with something close to endearment, amused by your erotic suffering and indulgently prolonging it as you moan beneath her. Eventually, even Jennie seems to tire of her lazy pace, her face showing the the hints of an aroused flush as she leans in close and growls in your ear, "Impressive, just how much have you been fucking your sister?" your only response is a groan of pained delight, which makes her chuckle, "Let's see just how well Lisa has trained you..." And with that she pauses mid-stroke, and suddenly slams herself down onto your crotch.

You spasm as Jennie mechanically pistons herself up and down your manhood, flinging herself upward until the flare of your cockhead presses against her entrance, before pounding herself down into your pelvis. Her riding was relentless, and soon your already overstimulated balls are fast rising to the occasion, your member pulsating with sordid warmth as your climax approaches. Groaning, you clutch at Jennie's petite asscheeks as your load erupts inside of her, not that she was bothering to slow down in consideration of your orgasm. She continues to tirelessly bounce atop your cock even as you tremble and shake from the waves of pleasure coursing through you, while your load is ejected from her tight cunt as fast as you can fill it. Jennie only slows down when you start to gurgle and paw at her desperately, she cocks her head in bemusement, "Not even five minutes," she sighs, "better than average, but still disappointing," something feral flashes across her expression, and her eyes narrow as if she had come to some unknown conclusion, "I wonder if Lisa would forgive me..." she muses, before an angry voice interjects, "What the fuck are doing to my brother?"

Lisa was beyond furious. She wasn't mad about her little brother fucking other women, far from it, she was more than happy to share. Lisa had even been there to help him knock up that puritanical slut of a girlfriend he has, the bitch had been so worked up she had squirted before he had even put it in! A very messy few hours later, and her soon-to-be sister was beyond fertilized, which pleased her since she needed someone to help raise all the kids they would be pumping out. No, what Lisa was pissed about was that her dear friend Jennie was about to ruin her darling brother's cock because she wasn't able to control herself; if anything she was impressed her brother was not already rendered incontinent by that nymphomaniac. But still... she would be lying to herself if she denied the undercurrents of jealousy running through, pregnancy had some surprising emotional side-effects. Oh well, she could think about this later, time to save her baby brother...

The dreadfully sexual goddess staring hungrily down at you suddenly disappears, your manhood exiting her with a wet pop, and it takes you several moments to process Jennie's abrupt departure. There is quite a bit of yelling coming from the floor in front of you, but you lack the strength to satiate your curiosity. The shouting grows somewhat subdued, but instead a truly appalling squelching noise takes its place; and you feel hot liquid spraying across your legs. Eventually, the sloppy din quiets down, and a frazzled Jennie and Lisa fill your view, arguing passionately, both of their arms slick with fluid up to the elbow. The bickering pair finally agree upon something, and soon you find yourself being hoisted between them and hauled out of the ballroom, even as clusters of guests continue to make frantic love to one another. A blurry journey through bland hotel corridors later, and you are deposited in your bed, the stained sheets from this morning replaced by fresh ones; you really should leave a hefty tip for the maids. You are lovingly tucked into bed, before the two idols settle down on the couch and continue their ceaseless chattering, their soft murmuring often growing loud enough to require shushing.

"...and just look at him! He's exhausted now!" "I didn't use him too much..." "Oh please, he's practically a corpse!" "When did you start to get so defensive about men, is it...?" "...what, jealous?" "No, well.... Jisoo is pissed about it though." "That father-fucker Somi pops out so many babies she can barely even manage a comeback a year, and she worries about me!" "Hssst!" "Oh right... but still, if Somi can get knocked up by her dad, why can't I...?" "...I'm not the one complaining..." "Whatever..." "...Shall we?" "Of course! But keep it down, I want him to get some sleep!" "...I was right, you have gotten wetter down there..." "...Mmmmph! Less talking and more eating!" "Mmphmmmphmmmmm?" "Fuck, you are so much better at this than Rose..."

The dawn finds you in a familiar predicament, your surprisingly sore morning wood impaling the sheets, while a bundle of warmth has suctioned itself to your rear. Groaning, you roll over onto your back, and are surprised to find a second someone snuggling closer against your side. You open your eyes to find Jennie and Lisa staring blearily up at you, with tired smiles crossing their faces, their perky tits squishing against your chest. In perfect harmony their hands slither down to your crotch, as your older sister kisses you good morning, and Jennie soon follows suit. They smooch their way down your chest, toying with your nipples, until they are both nuzzling against your thighs, your manhood twitching between their faces. Lisa beams, "Good morning baby brother, Jennie here has a little gift for you to make up for last night, don't you?" Jennie rolls her eyes, giving you an amused look before turning around and spreading her petite cheeks to reveal her dark brown asshole above her glistening slit. Before you know it you are standing on your knees behind her, hands grasping her tiny waist tightly as your manhood drools in anticipation of entering Jennie's cramped pussy again. But Lisa presses herself against you before you can penetrate her, and purrs into your ear, "Oh no dear, you can use any hole, understand...?" You groan as you trace your tip up her slit before pressing against Jennie's wrinkled rear-entrance, as your giggling sister helps you force your way inside.

Jennie grunts as you shove your cock into her ass, her coils squeezing agonizingly tight around your shaft, her toes curling upwards as you violate her insides. Her work accomplished, Lisa plops herself next to Jennie and assumes the position as well, showing just how much curvier her rear was compared to her fellow idol, "You had better save some for me too little brother," Lisa smirks widely back at you, "I still think you need to fuck my butt more often..." Your sister waits patiently as you plow her friend right next to her, before you eventually give in and mount your sibling's far more welcoming hole; while Jennie grumbles in discontent. You fuck your sister's asshole, before returning to Jennie, now that you were on top, you were enjoying stretching the lithe idol out. With a groan you creampie her guts, even as she quivers with pleasure from the painful anal sex; Lisa pouts with exaggerated disappointment as you gift your first load of the morning to her friend. She doesn't complain for long though, as Jennie crawls atop her and parks her butt right above hers, their holes now lined up for your sole enjoyment. Jennie allows a trickle of semen to slip out of her ass and down her pussy, before it drips down onto Lisa's asshole and drooling slit. Both idols look back at you hungrily, each of them spreading their cheeks to entice your attentions,

"Well little brother," your older sister Lalisa smiles from beneath Jennie Kim, "pick a hole already, we have all morning..."

As it turned out, you had all afternoon as well...

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kid

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: You join Arsenal Women at age sixteen

Moving to England hadn't exactly been your plan when you started to play football.

To be honest, there hadn't been a plan at all, seeing as you were four when your parents first signed you up for your local academy in Sweden. It was just an excuse to keep you out of the house, so your parents didn't have to take time off work to look after you when school finished.

It helped that your school was partnered with the academy so a representative would come and walk all the academy students there and back.

Football may have been a convenience but it was clear to everyone that you were somewhat of a prodigy. Linköping Fc signed you as soon as they could, forcing you to make the move from your tiny town to the city.

Your parents were more than happy to finance the move - the kind of parents that happily parent from a distance but brag to all of their friends about how smart, how talented their daughter was.

You were happy to be rid of them.

You were even happier to get the callup for the National Team for the World Cup.

Your chest thudded in your throat when you received the call. You hadn't thought you would get the call-up, not when you were so young, so you had been at a café with some of your school friends when your phone rang.

You had picked it up absentmindedly and almost passed out from shock when Peter revealed he wanted you on the team.

The World Cup came and went and the bronze medal you won stayed with you. You had flat-out refused to give it over to your parents, who wanted to put it in the trophy cabinet in a house you no longer lived in.

The high of the World Cup bled into the high of getting a call to sign for Arsenal.

You hadn't even really thought about it.

You just accepted.

Which was how you had gotten here, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you waited for Stina to lock her car and walk in with you.

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You couldn't help but look at your jersey in awe. Your number combined with your last name on the back of an Arsenal jersey felt like a dream come true.

"There she is," Amanda said when you finally wandered into the meeting room, free from media duty. She pushed out a chair that was clearly meant for you at the table she was sitting at.

You sat in the seat awkwardly, suddenly feeling shy and awkward.

"This is y/n," Amanda said to the others, presenting you to them like you were someone really exciting.

"Hi, y/n. I'm Jen."

You didn't tell her that you already knew who she was, who they all were. You just sat there and let everyone introduce themselves to you because that was the polite thing to do.

"Hi."

"You're young, aren't you?" Asked Kim, even though you knew that she probably already knew that.

You nodded though. "Yeah." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm sixteen."

"But she's a superstar." It was nice of Amanda to butt in. It saved you from having to speak.

"I think we know that," McCabe said with an eye roll," I think we all saw that match-winning goal against Australia."

You winced slightly as you snuck a glance to McCabe's other side where Catley sat, the very defender that you megged before scoring your goal.

Your eyes widened in horror when she made eye contact. "Sorry." You looked down at your lap, hiding your shaking hands under the table.

"Don't sweat it, kid," Catley replied with an easy grin," No hard feelings. It was a good call." She smirked at you. "Though, the deer in headlights look you had after it went in was pretty funny."

Laughter rang out through the group and you relaxed marginally, groaning at the reminder. Everyone you knew had sent that picture to you and you knew for a fact that it was still circulating the internet as a meme.

●～●～●～●～

It was easy to settle into life at Arsenal.

You were still shy and awkward off the pitch but you fit in well with the other girls and Lina, Stina and Amanda were always ready to sweep you away when they noticed you getting too overwhelmed.

Somewhere along the way Catley became Steph and McCabe became Katie.

You weren't really sure when that happened but it was a welcome change from when you first joined.

"Come on, kid. You've been studying too much," Katie said as an arm dragged you away from your laptop to where the others were playing FIFA.

You were dumped between Less and Vic while Lina laughed.

"She's always studying."

You rolled your eyes. "Just because you don't have to go to school anymore, doesn't mean that I don't."

"Online school isn't really school," Cloe said before swearing when Gio scored another goal," It's like...school without the deadlines."

"Except the deadline is before Christmas," You replied with a huff," I have essays to write, Katie! Let me go!"

"Don't let her go, girls," Katie said from where she was curled up with Caitlin.

Alessia mockingly saluted as she bracketed you in her arms while Vic pinned down your legs.

"Less! Vic!" You squawked as you tried to wiggle away from them.

Their holds were unrelenting and made even worse when Kyra popped up out of nowhere, digging her fingers into your side and tickling you like you had personally offended her or something.

"Stop! Stop!" You laughed, tears running down your face as Kyra remained unrelenting. "Cait-Caitlin! Caitlin, help!"

Caitlin looked at you thoughtfully, humming to herself before giving you a faux look of sympathy. "Sorry, y/n, I can't. You see, I'm still holding a grudge against you for grabbing that bronze medal." She winked to let you know she was joking.

"Oh, come on!"

●～●～●～●～

It took you nearly two weeks of being in London to meet the ACL squad and it was only because Kathrine slid in for a tackle at the wrong time and hit your ankle.

You hadn't even been on the ground for that long but it was enough that Jonas sent Gio to take you to the physios to get it taped up with an extremely apologetic Kathrine following after you.

"I'm so sorry," She was saying when Gio shepherded you into the room," I'll make up for it. How does one of those big jelly baby packs sound?"

"I'm not allowed to eat them," You replied," Stina said that they'll rot my teeth."

"Fine, fine, I'll think of something. How about dinner? I'll buy you dinner for your cheat day. Just tell me when."

You rolled your eyes, having no intention of doing so but still nodded.

"What's up with all this commotion?"

You had to admit, seeing Leah Williamson in person made you feel a little starstruck and you immediately retreated into yourself.

Gio jerked her thumb at Kathrine. "Kuhl hurt the kid and seeing as we need the kid, Jonas wants her ankle taped."

"My ankle's fine," You said stubbornly but allowed a physio to usher you onto the bed between Goldie and Wienriother. You gave them both one of your trademark awkward smiles as you let the physio pull off your boot and socks.

You didn't want to look at your ankle, already knowing it was bruised by the way that you saw Goldie wince sympathetically at you while the physio moved away to grab some ice.

"That looks nasty," She said," Does it hurt?"

"Not too bad."

"I'm Teyah, by the way."

"y/n."

"I know." She smiled at you. "It's nice that there's someone younger than me and Naomi now."

You looked down bashfully. "Happy to be of service."

Next to you, Weinriother laughed. "Don't mind Teyah, she's just glad no one will call her kid anymore. I'm Laura, by the way."

"And I'm Beth!" She leaned over Laura to shake your hand before indicating to where her girlfriend was being worked on. "That's Viv, she's a little prickly sometimes but if you ever need some peace and quiet, I'm sure she wouldn't mind you sitting with her."

You nodded, still feeling a little awkward even though the tension had disappeared.

"You're living with Stina, right?" Leah asked," How's that going?"

"Good," You replied, focussed on the way that the physio was moving your ankle," She lets me play music on the speakers while I study."

Leah laughed. "I live right round the corner. If you ever need a break, feel free to pop in. I reckon I'm more fun than Stina anyway."

●～●～●～●～

You hated asking for help.

You hated it even more when you had to ask for help on schoolwork.

You were smart. You knew you were smart. If there were two things that a lack of parents in your life gave you, it was excellent football skills and the ability to solve your own problems.

But this maths section in your textbook was causing you more pain than a Katie tackle in training ever could.

You glanced around the room. The media room was almost always empty at this time of day - the two and a half hour window between morning training and the gym session.

Almost everyone lived close so headed back home to rest before coming back. Stina had asked if you wanted to head back home with her but you decided not to, needing to finish your maths homework.

Lina had asked if you wanted her to drop you off on her way to her own place as well but you didn't relent.

You hunkered down in the media room with your textbook and, after just over an hour, your eyes stung like you hadn't slept in three days.

You glanced around again and finally swallowed your pride.

"Frida?" You asked the least intimidating person in the room," Can you help me?"

She looked up from her phone. "What is it?" She dragged your textbook towards her. "Oh! I can help!"

Despite her optimism, within a few seconds, it became clear that Frida could absolutely not help you. The more she read through your problems, the deeper her frown got until she was holding a pencil between her fingers and mouthing the question to herself as if that would help her understand.

She looked positively ill when she looked up at you before she cleared her throat. "Lia? Do you know how to do fancy algebra?"

Lia, from across the room, sighed as she approached. "I used to be quite good at algebra," She boasted," What's the problem?"

"Algebra," You deadpanned, shoving the textbook and your notepad at her," Help."

To her credit, she got further than Frida did, jotting down her working out before falling at the last hurdle - just like you did. She frowned. "Give me a second."

She rewrote all of her work but still ended up stumped at the same place as before.

"Kim? Jen? How were you at maths in school?"

Kim and Jen tried to help as well but it was like the blind leading the blind. You were going around in circles.

"When are you going to need this in life?" Kim said, drawing a line through her most reason equation and sighing.

"Unless you want to be an engineer, never." Jen sighed and flipped the book shut. "You don't want to be an engineer, do you, kid?"

"I'm happy playing football."

●～●～●～●～

If you weren't doing schoolwork at every spare moment, it was safe to say that you napping.

Back at National Camp, it wasn't uncommon to find you curled up in bed or with your head in Frido's lap while everyone watched a movie.

It seemed that your need to nap every moment you weren't occupied had carried over to England.

It got a little embarrassing the first few times you had been caught napping in the communal space. It was even worse when you woke up to Viv staring down at you with an unreadable look on her face, taking in your form curled up under your travel blanket.

You had smiled nervously as she stood in front of you, unmoving.

When Beth appeared through the door a moment later, Viv shushed her sternly and tucked your blanket up over your shoulders again, taking a seat nearby with a book.

Beth, it seemed, hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut about it so your constant naps had just become an expected thing and, after Leah had accidentally woken you up and gotten yelled at by Viv for it, the team tended to just leave you alone.

You were slightly delirious and warm when you woke up from your nap, eyes fluttering open and then shut again.

The low murmur of chatter let you know that contrary to when you started your nap, you were now no longer alone.

You were still quite confused, brain still thick with sleep, but you could recognise Sabrina's Canadian-accented English so you gathered that the keepers had finished their morning practice and had found you asleep in the media room.

You also recognised that your head was now slightly elevated so one of them must have moved your head into their lap while you slept. That was nice. Sometimes you would wake up with a crook in your neck from sleeping on the beat-up sofa that Leah swore she was one bad back away from replacing herself.

Your eyes fluttered open again, blearily blinking.

Across from you, Naomi laughed. "The kid's awake."

"I'm not a kid," You said stubbornly even though you were," You're not that much older than me."

"Still older," Naomi replied.

Next to her, Sabrina laughed.

That meant that Manu was sitting with you, your head in her lap. She laughed as well, jolting you slightly as you clutched your travel blanket tighter around your body.

You yawned.

"How long until gym?"

"Hour and a bit," Came Manu's answer.

You hummed and yawned a second time.

"Don't tell me you're going back to sleep," Sabrina said.

"Fine. I won't tell you."

●～●～●～●～

You spent the first few matches stuck on the bench.

You were young and not as experienced as your teammates so it made sense that you would be stuck there for the time being. Besides, it made you feel a little bit better that Kyra was stuck on the bench as well so you had someone who acted younger than you to muck around with.

"Chin up," Laia said with a grin, an arm thrown over your shoulder as she walked onto the pitch with you for warmups," You're starting today. Aren't you excited?"

"You look more excited than me," You replied a little sourly," I...I feel a little sick if I'm honest."

"You'll do great."

"So long as you tie your boots correctly and don't trip," Noelle said in way of greeting.

Your cheeks lit up in flames instantly at the reminder of training a few days ago when Beth had snuck up behind you and made a stupid sound in your ear. You had jumped into the air in shock and your laces weren't tied correctly so you tripped over your own feet and went tumbling to the ground in a way that made you look clumsier than Alessia.

"Don't be mean," Lotte chastised as the four of you passed a ball around," y/n knows how to properly tie her laces." She sent you a teasing smile and a shrug. "Besides, I'm sure she'll have some of the older girls lining up to make sure they're done properly."

You huffed as you kicked the ball back to her. You spun on your heel. "You're all mean," You declared," I'm gonna warm up with Vic and Less."

●～●～●～●～

The ninety minutes of your debut match were gruelling.

The ball went back and forth between the teams. Every shot that went in was equalised quickly. Everyone was growing tired, especially when five minutes of extra time was awarded and Katie was one dirty tackle away from earning herself a yellow card.

You took a moment to catch your breath, pulling up your socks before breaking into a sprint.

The opposing team's defence was in shambles and you could see their goalkeeper getting antsy.

A long ball from Katie fell neatly into Alessia's feet and she began her run.

You followed after her quickly as the opposing defence broke their line. It was carnage for a moment as you both approached the box.

The goalkeeper came off her line ever so slightly as the defence mobbed Alessia, who passed quickly to you.

Your foot moved automatically as you chipped the ball over the goalkeeper's head and into the back of the net.

Your instincts got you the goal so when your brain finally caught up, you were sporting the same look on your face as the one you had when you won against Australia.

The final whistle rang out as you stood there in shock.

Half a moment later, the team crashed into you.

Less made it to you first, pulling you in for a tight hug before everyone else converged on you.

You felt a bit like a dog, with the amount of head pats you were receiving but the blinding smile on your face more than made up for it - especially when Viv meandered over and gave you a hug and congratulations.

"Come on, l/n!" Katie cheered as she dragged you through the victory lap. "Party tonight! I'll pay for the drinks!"

"She's sixteen," Lina reminded her.

"I didn't say we had to go out to a pub! It's legal for sixteen-year-olds to drink at home! What do you say, kid?"

You laughed. "Good luck getting Stina to agree."

[sirenmoth]

Don't Poke The Bear

John Price x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Price is getting some much needed sleep, and decided you'd be joining him CW: Fluff, mentions of injuries, gambling, implied poly!141. maybe, idk

Surprisingly it was a less stressful day around base, most, if not all duties and chores were done by lunchtime or just after lunch, anything left could be done in a few minutes, so most people were putting off those in favour of a break to lounge in their rooms or to go off base for a drink. Soldiers from various ranks could be found mingling in their offices finishing off the last of their paperwork or in the barracks quarters just chatting and filling each other in on gossip that's been happening, some on calls to faraway family. You and the rest of the Task Force have been in the rec room since just after dinner time, all tasks and chores done for the day and all paperwork completed and submitted, you all decided to wind down until lights out, the only one not present was the Captain, still cooped up in his office saying ‘he wants to get ahead for tomorrow’, barely looking up when either of you checked in and asked if he was joining.

The prior mission was tough, though only a few weeks long, barely anyone made it out without a scratch or bruise or a sore muscle, everyone tired and ready to relax. All favoured staying on base instead of going out for a drink at one of the local pubs, you all looked like you were falling asleep standing up, even Ghost looked worse for wear. So the rec room became a makeshift commune hub for the four of you,

Ghost observed the sergeants game of pool, occasionally chiming in to their conversation and keeping both them and their game in check, tallying up the scores and announces who won the round. You were sat on the of the couch’s opposite the pool table, legs stretched out lengthwise and resting and elbow on the arm of the couch, mindlessly tuning in and out the of conversations the boys were having as you read your book, deciding now would a good time to finish after it was left forgotten on your bedside table. Every so often, you’d throw in a weak retort or a half mined response into the conversation that was happening around the pool table, smiling and quietly laughing at their jokes. Watching from over the book as the boys place down money as they resort the balls to the centre of the table. Soap loudly cussed after each lose, Ghost reorganizing the balls back into the centre of the table.

Just as Gaz was about to take his shoot, the rec room door opens to reveal a very disgruntled Captain, muttering under his breath about something none of you could hear. You all stop and look at him as he walks around the small kitchenette area to fix himself a cup of tea, none of you dare to say a word, the silence being filled by the sound of the kettle boiling. You all look at each other in a wordless attempt to try and get someone to speak up, but no one wanting to take the fall for if something happens.

“Are you ok, John?” You meekly ask, the other three men standing off to the side but ready to move if need be. Watching with a hawklike gaze as John leaned against the countertop, grabbing a mug from the cupboard once the kettle finishes boiling.

Price stops what he’s done, and it feels like time freezes before he continues with making his cuppa, turning around to face you on the couch with a glare, and you feel like death is ready to claim you. John stands as he slowly sips his tea, never taking is eyes off you, holding that ice-cold gaze over the steaming mug. After what feels like an entirety, he makes his way over to you, still glaring, you feel your heart pick up the closer he gets, until John is standing right in front of you, staring downwards, cup of tea held firmly in his grasp. The three men around the table shift uncomfortable on their feet as they wait for something to happen.

“Price? Is there something I can help you with?” You ask, swallowing a thick lump in your throat.

Still no answer, the only hint he heard you was when he placed the mug down on the long coffee table in front of the couch, then, without warning or notice, he falls forward onto you. You huff loudly due to the sudden weight placed on you, quickly holding your book up so it doesn’t get crushed under his weight. Staring down at the man now lying face first in your chest, frozen from the shock, you look up and the three men and silently ask for help, only to be greeted with confused glances and shrugs from them. All as confused as you are.

John snakes his arms around your waist, adjusting himself, and by proxy you, into a more comfortable position, he moves his head a little further up to the crook of your neck, places one of your legs on his hip, which he slides of his legs under to keep in position, his other leg stretched out and pins yours into the back of the couch, his arms wrapped tight around your midsection. You slowly move your arms down once Johns stopped moving, wrapping one around his shoulder so you can rest your book in between his shoulder blades and the other around his head, resting your hand on the back of it.

Quite giggles admitted from the far end of the rec room, only stopping when john mutters a loud but still barely audible ‘shut up, you muppets’.  That doesn't stop them from laughing at the situation you find yourself in or how their Captain is acting like a child with his favour teddy, keeping you in a tight grasp so you can't leave.

Going back to the paragraph you were reading, you mindlessly start flexing your fingers on the back of Prices’, small scratches over his scalp as you read the words on the page, a content grunt comes from the sleeping a mans throat and a grumble when you remove your hand to turn the page, sighing once you put it back against his scalp. Softly smiling as you continue to start reading the next chapter.

You turn out the game of pool between the others, completely engrossed into your novel to care, muscle memory takes over as you play with the short hair on John's head and flick through page after page of the book, completely engrossed with the plot. A soft buzz comes from the coffee table, ignoring it until you hear a repetition of buzzing emitting from it. Reaching over as best you could with a sleeping bear onto of you, the lockscreen opens to show several messages and an image from the group chat, unlocking your phone reveals the image as one of you and Price cuddling on the couch and the messages below commenting on the photo above.

Looking up at the three men, all smiling to themselves as they take more image, their pool game now ignored in favour of staring at the two of you. Looking back down at the man using you as a pillow, thinking to yourself that he’s never looked more peaceful as you put your phone back down and go back to reading your novel. Tuning out the quite laughs of the rest of your team in favour of enjoying the warmth of the sleeping captain.

[dragonflylady77]

only with you

The secrecy has been lifted, and I can finally reveal the fic I wrote for @billysblueeyes for @harringroveholidayexchange. The brief was some domestic fluff, GBFs, Billy and Max bonding, and some smut. I think I delivered.

Rating: M | 2185 words | domestic fluff, a dash of smut, harringrove parents

Summary:

Billy and Steve are hosting Christmas dinner at their house. Domestic fluff with a sprinkling of smut. And kids.

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Steve watched Billy sigh and scrunch the piece of paper he’d been scribbling on into a ball.

“Babe…” Steve started as Billy threw the newly formed ball towards the trash can, narrowly missing it.

“Not now, Stevie, I’m concentrating. Need it to be perfect.”

A warm feeling unfurled in Steve’s chest. He walked across the living room to stand behind his husband at the breakfast bar and plastered himself against Billy’s back, hooking his chin over Billy’s shoulder. “It will be.”

Billy grunted as he grabbed another piece of paper and started again, pencil moving quickly across the page, lines and swirls filling the space. 

“You got this.” Steve dropped a kiss on his cheek before moving away. Best to leave Billy in his creative bubble. This stage of tattoo design was usually the most frustrating for him and the added pressure of this particular one was bound to stress him even more. It wasn’t every day that Billy had to come up with a matching tattoo with Max as a surprise Christmas present.

After checking that Noah was still fast asleep in his crib, Steve gathered the dirty laundry and put a load of washing on. It was early enough in the day that he would have time to hang it before their guests arrived. He double checked the guest rooms were ready then went back to the kitchen and made some coffee.

A few more scrunched up balls of paper had joined the growing pile by the trash can. He picked them up, feeling Billy’s gaze on him as he straightened up. He turned around to see Billy staring at him with a smirk.

“See something you like?”

“You know I do, baby,” Billy replied, unfolding himself from the stool he’d been sitting at for over an hour and walking to Steve, stopping when he was standing toe-to-toe with him. Steve went willingly when Billy put both hands on his hips and pulled him closer.

Leaning into the kiss was second nature at this point. Steve hummed softly as he wrapped his arms around Billy’s neck, fingers running through the unruly curls that had escaped his messy bun. Parting his lips when Billy nibbled on his bottom lip, and too focused on the heated way Billy licked into his mouth like he wanted to devour him, Steve let himself be walked backwards until his back was against the wall.

Billy abandoned his mouth to nibble a path down the column of his neck and Steve relished the feel of his husband’s body pressing against his—had since that day Billy had cornered him in the locker room after basketball practice, really. 

Steve’d had enough of the endless taunting and had surprised both of them when he’d grabbed the lapels of Billy’s open shirt and planted one on him... He’d been really late picking up Dustin from school after that and endured a million questions about the hickey on his neck. It had all been worth it, though, when Billy had shown up at his house later that night. They had been together since. 

Billy’s hands pushing on his hips brought him out of his little trip down memory lane and he startled when he realized Billy was on his knees in front of him.

“Billy, babe, your knee…” Steve protested, in a feeble attempt to spare Billy some unnecessary pain on Christmas Day. His knee hadn’t been the same since that fateful night Neil Hargrove had found out about them and taken to Billy with a golf club.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, pretty boy, I’ll pay for it later,” Billy countered as he kept undoing Steve’s pants and pulling them down his thighs. “Some things are more important,” Billy whispered, nuzzling Steve's cock over his boxers, before he moved a hand up under the hem to cup Steve, giving him a squeeze. 

Billy looked up, the blue in his eyes nearly eclipsed by his pupils, and Steve shared the hunger he could see on his husband’s face. Always had, from the first day he’d seen Billy show up in that blue Camaro at Hawkins High. 

Keeping the eye contact, Billy then carefully extracted Steve’s cock out of his boxers and used the precum beading at the tip to help his hand slide better as he got Steve fully hard.

Steve held back a moan, bucking his hips, searching for more.

“So greedy, Stevie… always so greedy,” Billy said with a grin. 

“Shut u—” Steve bit down on his hand to stop from crying out when Billy swallowed him down to the root without another word.

Steve stopped trying to make words, all thoughts that were not BillyBillyBilly fleeing his mind. His free hand found a home in Billy’s hair, hanging on for dear life when Billy did that thing with his tongue that made Steve see stars.

Too soon, way sooner than Steve would have liked, he reached his peak and came down Billy’s throat, remembering just in time to keep quiet. Knees threatening to buckle, he helped Billy up, and was still trying to get his breath back when he heard cries.

“Fuck!”

Billy chuckled. “Impeccable timing, your son.”

“Oh, now he’s my son, is he? I don’t remember doing a DNA test…”

“You can deny it all you want, baby, but he’s got your eyes, and your gorgeous hair.”

“Whatever,” Steve retorted with an eyeroll. “I’ll go get him.” He put his pants back on and gave Billy a quick kiss. “You better get back to your design, they’ll be back soon.”

Billy nodded and Steve headed down the hallway.

“Stevie?”

He stopped and turned to look at Billy, who was standing by the wall still, his curls a messy halo around his face, his shirt kind of askew, his jeans looking kind of tight in the front. “Yeah?”

“You owe me.”

Steve snorted. “I love you, too.”

***

Billy picked up his pencil and tried again. He could see the design in his head but, for once, didn’t seem to be able to get it onto the page. He knew moving to the iPad, like he usually did when working on a design for a client, would not help. Not for this particular one.

He heard Noah’s cries stop as Steve’s soothing voice carried from the nursery. His pretty boy seemed to be a natural at this being a parent thing, to the surprise of exactly no one. 

Some days, Billy still found it hard to believe that he was a dad. It wasn’t something he’d ever even remotely considered, too scared he would turn into his father. But Steve’s gentle loving, and a few years of therapy, had convinced him to give it a go. And now, he wouldn’t change it for anything. Steve and their kids were his whole world. 

The jingle of a key in the front door ten minutes later pulled him out of his creative bubble and he turned around to see some of his favorite people enter. Maisie ran at him with a happy screech and wrapped her arms around his neck when he picked her up. Robin and Heather followed at a slower pace, carrying a mountain of bags.

“I didn’t realize you ladies were buying everything at the store today,” Billy said with a smirk that earned him a sneaky middle finger behind his daughter’s back.

“Papa! Did you know, Auntie Hank said I should get Daddy ice cream from Scoops for his Christmas present and that’s just silly, because it would melt!”

Putting his five-year-old daughter down, Billy turned to his best friend. “How about we don’t bring up traumatizing memories for Christmas, Hank? Please?”

“Sorry, Billy,” Robin answered for Heather. She put down the half-dozen bags she was holding and collapsed into a chair. “We walked past the vendor with the samples and things were said. Now, where is my godson? I need cuddles.”

“You’ll have to wait, I’m afraid,” came Steve’s voice from the hallway. “Unless you want to help me with his bath.”

“Oooh, yes, I’m coming!” Robin left the room, Maisie hot on her heel.

Billy chuckled when he heard the little girl asking to jump in the bath with her brother and turned to Heather. “Hey, you.”

“Hey back. Did you get it done?” Heather walked over to the breakfast bar and sat on a stool, looking over the pieces of paper.

Sitting next to her, Billy let out a sigh before bumping shoulders with her. “Not gonna lie, Hank, I’m struggling.”

“Oh, come on, Blue. She’s your sister, surely you can come up with something.”

“That’s the thing though, it can’t be just anything. It needs to be special. And perfect.”

“It will be. Maybe you just need to freestyle it, like you did for us,” Heather said, her finger tracing the lines of the Hawkins Lifeguard tattoo they’d both got on their arm.

“Maybe.” Billy wondered if maybe she was right. 

“What time are they getting here?”

Billy checked his phone and found a text from Max letting him know they had just parked outside. “Right now, apparently. I’ll go see if they need help.”

Leaving Heather to unpack the bags, Billy grabbed his keys and headed out.

Excited voices welcomed him in the driveway.

“Uncle Billy! Uncle Billy!”

“Hi, guys!” He grinned as his nephews crowded him and they did their special hand shake. He had been told in no uncertain terms at their last birthday that seven years old was too old for cuddles.

“Uncle Billy! The plane was late because of the snow. We had to sit in our seats for aaaaages and Wyatt cried like a baby.”

“Did not.” Wyatt glared at his brother, fists at his sides.

“You so did. I saw you.”

“Arlo William Sinclair, what did I tell you about being an A-hole to your brother?” Max warned her son before stopping in front of Billy and dropping the bags she was carrying. “Hey, Billy.”

Billy wrapped his arms around his sister and pulled her close while Lucas called the boys back to the car to get their backpacks. Max held him tightly, her cheek pressed against his neck. Billy whispered, so the boys wouldn’t hear. “Good to see you, shitbird.” 

“It’s been too long. I can’t wait to finally meet that son of yours.”

“Well,” Billy started, letting go of her, “if you guys moved to Cali like I’d been telling you since the twins were born…”

“We’re trying, I promise. I need to finish this enormous project at work, we’re so close to being done, after three freaking years… then I’ll talk to my boss.”

“Okay. Noah is in the bath, which means your niece will be in there too. Stevie and Robin are supervising.”

Max groaned. “Oh, god. That means your bathroom will be flooded, I hope you know that. And there won’t be any hot water left for me to wash the plane off.”

“There’s cold beer in the fridge, and enough food to sink a small ship in the meantime.”

“Lead the way, Hargrove.” Max laughed when Billy pinned her with a glare.

He’d taken Steve’s last name when they’d got married, letting go of the last piece of his father that was still in his life, and Max knew it.

“Whatever, Maxine.” He picked up the bags she’d dropped at his feet and high-tailed it to the door before she would swat him on the arm.

Arlo and Wyatt followed him, saying “Maxiiiiiiiiiiine” louder and louder, to their mother’s annoyance.

***

Steve looked around the living room where most of the people he loved were gathered. They’d had a delicious, yet unconventional, Christmas Eve dinner, made up of various random dishes everyone had contributed to. Afterwards, they had opened presents and Max had absolutely loved the idea for their matching tattoo, like Steve had said all along.

Now, after Christmas mince tarts and ice cream, Heather and Robin were chatting animatedly with Max and Lucas on the sectional couch while Maisie, Arlo and Wyatt were lying on cushions in front of the tree, looking rather blissed out, and Billy…

Feeling someone next to him, Steve turned his face and found his husband, who was cradling their sleeping infant son against his chest.

“You okay, pretty boy?” Billy asked, his hand moving slowly up and down Noah’s back.

“Yeah, I was… I don’t know… looking at our family, thinking how happy I am that they’re all here, at our house.”

“We did good.”

“Yeah, babe, we sure did,” Steve replied, putting one arm around Billy’s waist and looking down at their son.

“Bet you didn’t think we’d be married with kids before your thirtieth birthday when you dragged me into the locker room all those years ago.”

Steve scoffed. “Excuse you, you’re the one who shoved me first. I merely… acted on impulse.”

“Right… so your immediate reaction when a guy pushes you is to shove your tongue down his throat? Is that what you’re saying? Did that happen a lot to you in high school, King Steve?”

Steve smiled.

“Only with you, baby.”

[thepenandthepistol]

hihi something cutesy and cliché with grian please 🤗🤗

love ur writing!!

Try Again Tomorrow (Grian x reader)

An early morning leaves you with some reflecting to do about who you were before Grian and who you are now.

A/N: I. LOVE. HIM. Anon, I'm so sorry I know you said cliche and fluff but I couldn't help myself and sprinkled some angst in there, nothing we can't fix by the end though. Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your kindness! It's spurred me on more than you can know. (1020 words)

Art by @/bc-jpeg and dividers by @/cafekitsune

This morning was not unlike many others. It was soft and windy. The curtains swam in the breeze of an already scorching sun, light shifting under the fabric’s billowing. The rays dash over the features of your beloved, he glows amidst the messy room. You’ve seen this a thousand times and with each fresh memory, it only gets better.

Grian’s nose scrunches as he stirs awake, body heavy with sleep. His arm is still draped over your waist, your hand traces the base of his wings, languid motions making his eyes flutter shut for a moment too long. You swear he’s gone back to sleep until his own hands pull you closer. His head of sandy hair rests on your shoulder as he curls into your embrace. His wings unfurl, blocking out the sun and sight of the clothes from last night, pants disregarded atop a chair, shoes still at the foot of the bed. 

Booze and dancing, a party where you know everyone. Your feet have never ached more and aching has never felt this good. Every song revealed a part of your soul, fragments shining under a disco ball with every move and step. You are surrounded by friends, but your eyes land back on him. Grian stands at the edge of the floor with two drinks in hand. He looks eager to join but, despite his craned neck, can’t seem to find a counter to place the cups down. Catching your glance, he smiles, handing Joel and Lizzie their drinks, and then springing towards you. He weaves through the thinning crowd until he can reach your hand. He pulls you closer, taking only a step back, and holds your jaw with his other hand. You hold on to the lapels of his dress shirt, straightening his loose tie. His thrilled smile eases into a fond grin and he presses a kiss to your lips. 

Now, he’s much less energetic. To think if it weren’t for him, you might’ve already been up and working. The days before him were mundane as well, but different. You might’ve not gone to that party, stayed in and slept late, staring at a ceiling and counting the blemishes. You trace the uneven skin on Grian’s shoulder, counting the occasional raised patches.

“Love, you need to get some summer clothes.” You say, and he hums, half listening, mostly basking in the attention. “Your sweater’s making you break out again.”

“We can sort that out later.”

Later. Now, the world is your bedroom. How much work could you have gotten done before this? How many pangs of loneliness would you have fought to forget in the hours now spent with him? Your hands, nicked and leathery, tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and rest at the nape of his neck, scratching gently. 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the window, your image in a blue expanse of cloudless sky. Your arms are thicker than they were, flaccid. Every evening you both stop what you are doing, put away the tools and materials, they’ll be there tomorrow. On even days Grian cooks dinner, he’s collected quite the recipe book and what used to be labor is now rest. With a skillet in hand, he dances around your kitchen. He pretends to drop the pan only to fake you out. He’s only actually dropped it a single time. 

Before, only with the moon high into the aether would you have stopped to eat, hurrying food into a starved mouth like shoveling coal into a furnace, mechanic and primal. In your cold kitchen, you stared at the ceramic floor. Tomorrow would be the same, again and again. You were much more productive back then.

“Do you have any plans?” Grian asks. The question is innocuous, but the gears are turning in his brain. He knows something’s pulling you down. 

“Not really,” you murmur. Longing strikes a bell in your chest. What could you have been? Successful, productive, probably painfully alone. Would that have been better than this? The first answer that comes to mind is shameful. You were a beautiful animal, a prize pony who never got the medal. How could you even hope to compete now if you were not worthy before?

Grian shifts from beside you. Thoughts run through your mind until he positions his thighs between your legs, straddling you with his weight comfortably resting on your pelvis. His eyes crinkle, but it’s bittersweet. He can’t guess what havoc is parading inside your head, but he knows that far-away gaze. He shifts forward and your fingers hold his waist. He kisses the skin under your lashes, dark hues blending back into the surroundings with each day that passes. You were chasing something, an indescribable mass that would make you good.

He kisses your jaw. His lips are so very dry, but so purposeful. He knows every inch of you, each crevice of your hollow bones, and he holds them so very dearly. You aren’t good, definitely not the best person you could be. But here he is. He sees you and he holds you.

“You have an incredible mind, a vast, vast soul.” He whispers as he finally kisses your lips. Your lungs fill with air, eyes closing and loosening the stranglehold on your heart. 

There are a thousand different ways your life could have gone, but only now do you feel glad to be here. This body has suffered for so long, searching for an excuse to heal itself back from the brink. But Grian needs no reason to love you. He takes your cheeks into his hands, a mirror of the night before, and does not let go. 

You could have accomplished so much in the time you took to realize this, but how much better would it be to do those things with him by your side? Savoring the days as they go, waking up late with only the lasting weight of your partner atop you. Arms and legs aching after dancing and not tirelessly working, giving up on grasping to be someone you never needed to be. 

[tiredmamaissy]

Can we get shy/sub Aonung getting head for the first time by his gf as a reward🤭

🔞 mdni; adult!shy!aonung

Sorry I got a bit carried away, as per usual.

“Ah—wait. Shit.” Ao’nungs hand flies to your head, balling your hair into his fist to gently tug you off him. Your head dips back, mouth open and tongue resting innocently against your bottom lip — saliva dripping down the column of your throat. You’re breathing solely through your mouth at this point, still glossy eyed from the happy tears you shed earlier when he delivered great news. “You… you don’t need to do that.”

Looking up at him from between his legs, you sit back into the dip of your feet in defeat. Brows pinching in confusion, your eyes fall to the sight between his legs — the sight of his clothed, throbbing bulge. It’s huge, to put simply. And it’s not even out of the restraints of the thin, taut cloth covering it yet. It grows bigger with every pant that comes from your mouth, right in front of your eyes. And then you see it — him trying to close his legs, and the wandering webbed hand that grazes past his thigh to cover his bulge.

Tongue quickly withdrawing back into your mouth, your eyes snap back up to his, which are filled with hesitancy. “Ma ‘nung, why do you hide from me?”

“Hide? I-I am not hiding.” He says quickly, cupping and squeezing his clothed cock.

“You are.” You insist, wrenching away his hand to reveal a dark spot on his tewng (loincloth). You swallow thickly at the sight of his slick seeping through his undergarments. “And you need not to, and I want to make you feel good.” You push his legs apart, “You…deserve to feel good.”

Ao’nungs face heats up until it shifts in colour, his chin meeting his chest to watch as your hands slide over the throb between his thighs. He’s choked up and can only let out a mere ‘haah’ when he feels your thumbs hook under the band of his tewng and tug it down. He’s completely exposed now, the strings of glistening precum leaking from his slit swaying side to side with every jump of his cock.

Fuck, you just want to taste it.

“I’ll be gentle. Take care of you real good, ‘nung. Do not be shy with me. I am your mate, am I not?” You practically pant the words as your flushed lips near his mushroomy head.

He only nods in agreeance, balling his hands into fists when your plump lips make contact with his swollen cockhead. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, hard — anything to prevent the filthy whine that’s bubbling up his throat from coming out his mouth. But when your mouth engulfs him in heat he can no longer hold it back. A whimper comes out, just as his hand flies to your head to grip the base of your queue. You smile, cock in mouth and all — your chest swelling with pride from making the new olo’eyktan crumble from only a few kitten licks.

—

[traveler-at-heart]

Red Wine Supernova

First Wanda x Fem!R fic ever from me. Inspired by Red Wine Supernova. If you haven’t listened to this song, DO IT NOW!!!!

Summary: Wanda doesn’t have time for friends or fun... until you come along.

A/N: Fluff, set after Age of Ultron with canon divergence. 

I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya

Mini skirt and my go-go boots (uh-huh)

I just want you to make a move

So slow down, sit down, it's new

Red appears between her fingers. Wanda throws around the small ball of energy, her eyes reflecting the beams. 

This one is small, barely fitting between her fingers. But what if it was bigger? What if she was angry? Or sad? 

What then?

A plate is set down in front of her and she looks up, red dissipating. You smile reassuringly.

“It looks like you could use some pie”

“I--”

“Don’t worry, I signed an NDA. I can’t talk about anything I see or hear” you wink, going back behind the bar.

Even Earth’s mightiest heroes need someone to make decent coffee.

The Compound’s cafeteria is practically deserted, but Wanda still hesitates to pick up her plate and sit closer to you on a stool. 

“Hi” you greet again, and this time she smiles.

“Thank you for the pie” 

“Of course. Everything ok?”

Wanda shrugs her shoulders.

“I just don’t know what to do with all of this… is it power? Is it magic? I can’t understand it. And no one else knows either”

“Not knowing can be scary,” you agree, leaning down against the counter.

“I don’t like it”

“Not knowing, or magic? Because I was really hoping I could cheer you up with a magic trick” 

“Rabbit in a hat?” you show her a coin and she nods. “I’m all eyes”

“Now you see it…” you say, closing your fist with the coin in your hand. Next time you open it, it’s gone. “Where do you think it is?”

“Let’s see…” she inspects you, and you try not to squirm under her stare. “Here” she takes your left hand and opens it, only to find it empty.

“Strike one” you say, trying not to blush when she’s still holding your hand. Wanda looks under her plate. “Strike two… and three” you say when she checks her hoodie’s pockets. “And now, the big reveal”.

You lean forward, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. Your fingertips trace her skin and Wanda giggles, until you show her the coin.

“I’m impressed” 

“No, you’re not, you knew where it was the whole time” 

“I did” she laughs, which makes you laugh as well.

--

Wanda becomes a regular, at least on the days you’re working. Apart from the Avengers, there’s always new recruits from SHIELD, Maria or Director Fury stopping by. The one constant is Pietro, always coming at the end of the day to eat anything that’s left over. You don’t understand how he can be in shape when he eats like that.

So, when you’re not making coffee, you’re either studying while Wanda reads or you’re playing chess, something she enjoys greatly. 

“Are you even trying?” she says at the third time she beats you.

“Excuse me, Beth Harmon”

“Who?”

“You’ve never read The Queen’s Gambit?”

“No. What?” she says when you keep staring.

“What’s your favorite movie?” you lean forward.

“I don’t have one”

“Not even a rom com? Chick flick?”

“You’re making up words now” Wanda rolls her eyes and pulls away, but you keep her in place, your hand on hers.

“No, no. Just putting two and two together”

“Hope it’s not about the Avengers. You signed an NDA, Y/N” Natasha warns, coming out of literally nowhere.

“Yes, Agent Romanoff. Your usual?”

The woman nods and you begin to make her caramel macchiato. Who knew the spy had a sweet tooth.

You hand it over in a dark cup, because she still has a reputation to keep.

“Say, would you like to attend movie night?” you ask Wanda, aware that Natasha’s still listening as she adds even more sugar to the beverage.

“What’s that?”

“My friends and I do it once a week. Watch some classics, get popcorn and pizza”

“I’m not sure that Steve…” 

“That is a great idea!” Natasha interrupts, her arm around Wanda. “You should go out more. Make friends” 

“Really?” Wanda looks at you and smiles. “Ok, sounds good” 

“Awesome, I’ll text you the address. Oh, Agent Romanoff?” you call as the woman walks away, smirking. “I saved you the last cupcake” 

“Put it on Tony’s tab” she says, winking at both of you.

--

There’s a knock at the door and you open it, your friend Laura smiling while she holds two boxes of pizza.

“Pizza’s here” you announce, moving aside and taking the boxes.

“Bitch, you’re supposed to say Laura’s here. And sound ecstatic about it”

“Oh, look, April’s here!” you ignore Laura, practically cheering as your other friend walks through the door.

“I hate you so much” Laura mumbles and you poke your tongue out.

“Just kidding, Laurie” 

“Yeah, yeah”

“Who’s on their period?” April questions, eyeing the insane amount of snacks on the kitchen counter. “I don’t have this on my calendar” 

“You track all of our periods?” Laura says.

“Of course I do, it’s how I know when to forgive you for being bitches” 

“No one’s on their period” your roommate and friend, Kate, finally walks to the living room, with a stupid smile. “Y/N invited her crush to movie night”

April and Laura screech so loud, you’re afraid your neighbors will call the cops.

They begin to throw all kinds of questions at you (who is she, what does she do, where did you meet).

“Everyone shut it. Number one, she is not my crush. Number two, I bought all this candy because I don’t know what she wants and I am being nice. And, last, if you are weird about this, I will never speak to you again. Understood?”

“Oh my God, you’re wearing makeup” April shouts.

“You’re so gay for her,” Laura squeals. 

There’s another knock at the door and the four of you turn to look, frozen in your spots.

“Go open it, you useless lesbian” Kate pushes you and you glare at her, before pulling it open.

Wanda meets your eyes and smiles, leaving you breathless. She’s out of her usual hoodies and dark clothes, wearing a flannel shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans.

“Hi” you greet, leaning against the door.

“Hey” you stare and then she clears her throat. “Are you ever inviting me in or…?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Please come in” you move aside and as Wanda enters, you glare at your friends, who are giggling at your awkwardness. “Wanda, these are Laura, April and Kate”

“Nice to meet you” Wanda waves at them and Laura’s the first to step forward.

“Come here, I’ll give you the tour of the snack bar” 

“What are you two plotting?” you say to Kate and April when you catch them whispering.

“Nothing” they both answer too fast for your liking. 

Once Wanda is settled with a slice of pizza, you bring the snacks to the coffee table in front of the television.

April, Laura and Kate are quick to take over the couch.

“You guys can take the loveseat” Kate says, emphasizing the love part.

“I like to sit on the floor” Wanda says, taking some cushions to rest against them.

“Me too!” April says and you roll your eyes.

“Then why are you on the couch?”

“Because, Y/N, my butt hurts. Thank you for your concern”

“Come here, I promise it’s comfortable” Wanda smiles, pulling you down. You end up leaning against her as she puts some pillows behind you. “See?”

“Yeah, that’s uh… nice” you smile, aware of how close you are.

“So, what are we watching?” Kate scrolls and you’re the first to speak.

“I think Wanda would really like The Princess Diaries. What do you guys think?”

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t seen that in forever. And none of us are menstruating so we won’t cry during Mia’s speech” April says, chewing on popcorn. “You’re not on your period either, right, Wanda?”

“Ok, first of all” you turn around and throw an M&M at her. “Spoiler alert. Second of all, stop asking about whose vagina is bleeding and eat your damn pizza”

“Fine, but don’t ask for a tampon when you need it cause I won’t help you”

“I’ll survive, period fairy” you mumble and Wanda chuckles.

The movie begins and you relax, feeling Wanda’s warmth next to you. During some of your favorite scenes, you can’t help but turn to look at her, because you wanna know if she’s actually enjoying the movie. Her laughter makes your heart flutter and when she frowns at some of the sad parts, you have to stop yourself from hugging her.

Halfway through the movie, Wanda opens a can of soda that practically explodes all over her shirt.

“Shit” you say, pulling the can away from her. “Come here, I’ll give you another shirt”

“Sorry” Wanda apologizes to no one in particular and Kate eases her nerves.

“We’ll wait for you to keep watching”

“Come on” you take Wanda’s hand and lead her to your room. She looks around to the walls covered in pictures, the books scattered around and some of the posters from your favorite films.

“Sorry about the mess” you apologize. “Here, this should work” you hand over a t-shirt. “I’ll wait in the living room, ok?”

“Ok, thank you”

Wanda only takes two minutes but it feels like an eternity, your friends glancing and giggling as you blush. 

“Shut up” you lay on the floor, looking at the ceiling, but you sit up when your bedroom door opens.

Your face only turns redder as you see Wanda wearing your clothes.

“All done” she smiles and you begin to scoot over to make some room for her on the floor. “Stay” she asks, sitting against the couch and letting you rest your head on her lap.

The movie continues, only this time you’re closer to Wanda. The downside is you can’t see her reaction to the movie. At some point, her hands travel to your hair, running her fingers through it and you relax. It’s a miracle that you’re not snoring by the time the credits roll.

“What did you think?” you say, staying in place while your friends go to the kitchen and the bathroom.

“I really liked it” 

“Yeah? It’s one of my favorite movies”

“You have great taste,” she smiles.

“I do, don’t I?” you agree and Wanda laughs.

“Hey, lovebirds, what should we watch next?” Kate says as they all come back and you can see Wanda blushing.

“Wanda, what other things do you like?” Laura asks

“I… uh, watch a lot of sitcoms. Old stuff, honestly”

“Hey, why don’t we watch that Bewitched movie?” April says and you all nod.

But an hour later, your friends are fast asleep and Wanda seems to be more invested in drawing patterns against your skin than watching the movie.

“Not as good as the first one, huh?” you whisper.

“It’s just that Bewitched is a classic and I don’t think this does it justice” 

“I’ve never seen it” you admit and Wanda looks shocked.

“I love Lucy?” you shake your head no. “The Dick Van Dyke Show”

“Nope”

“You’re missing out”

“Well, tell me what to watch and I will”

“Maybe next time we can have movie night at my place?” she offers.

“Like a sleepover with Captain America and Iron Man?” you suggest and she laughs.

“No, it can be just the two of us. And maybe Pietro for a while. He’s too clingy”

“Awww. He’s just a good brother, Wands”

“Speaking of which,” she says, looking at her phone. “He’s here to pick me up”

“So soon?” you look at your phone, realizing it’s half past 12. “Oh, it’s actually late”

There’s a knock at the door and you both stand up.

“Want help cleaning up?” Wanda offers but you take her hand.

“That’s ok. They’ll sleep here and we’ll clean tomorrow”

“No, we won’t” Laura mumbles, stretching. “I’m gonna take your bed, Y/N”

“Awesome” you roll your eyes, knowing you’ll end up sleeping on the couch while Kate and April share her bed.

You open the door and Pietro shouts.

“Seestra!”

“Shhh, Pietro”

It’s too late, your friends are all up and eyeing him.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” April wiggles her eyebrows.

“This is Wanda’s twin brother, Pietro. Don’t harass the poor guy” you plead but he seems to be enjoying himself.

“What? Can’t I come over for next movie night?” he says with that charming accent.

“You sure can,” Laura says, standing behind you.

“Escape before they fight over you” you plead. Wanda laughs and squeezes your hand before letting go. 

“I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Yes” you smile, leaning against the door.

“Bye, girls” Wanda waves at your friends.

“Bye, Wanda” they say in unison.

You close the door and lean against it, sighing. Three pairs of eyes are looking directly at you.

“What?” you snap.

“Your kids are gonna be sooooo cute!”

--

​​When Monday comes and you don’t see Wanda, you really think nothing of it. She’s probably busy because she has a life and of course, even if you don’t talk about it, you know she’s training to become an Avenger. 

You're hesitant to ask Natasha, because she scares the shit out of you, but Pietro doesn’t show his face either and Wanda’s phone is off. 

Against all of your survival instincts, you approach the subject when the Russian comes over for her fix of coffee and sweets.

“She’s… training”

“I just want to make sure she’s safe” 

“Steve is with them. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her”

“Ok. Thank you for letting me know”

Natasha is about to leave but she goes back to the bar, staring.

“Our lives are… complicated. We’re away for too long. Work calls and ruins plans. It’s hard for us. But also, for the people we love”

“I…”

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. She’s been through enough”

“I’d never hurt her” you say and she deems it enough, nodding and walking away.

--

Miss you, Wands.

Wanda stares at the text, unsure on what to answer. She missed you too, she truly did. For gay’s sake, she’s wearing the t-shirt you let her borrow as she prepares for bed.

Steve, Pietro, Sam and her had gone on to a simple mission that quickly turned into a battle.

She was barely able to prevent a bomb from hurting civilians. So much could have gone wrong and Wanda questioned if it was a good idea to drag you into her dangerous world.

Before she can keep on ruminating, she hears a pebble hit her window. Then another one.

Curious, the girl stands up from her bed to open it and looks down, where you’re smiling at her.

“Hi” you say, happy to see she’s back.

“What are you doing here?” she asks with a soft laugh. If she had her doubts, now that she’s seeing you, Wanda’s pretty certain she won’t be able to stay away from you.

“Come down and find out” you whisper, afraid any of the spies living in the Compound will arrest you for trespassing.

“Ok, let me just…” she begins to close the window to go down the stairs.

“No, not like that. Didn’t you tell me you could fly or something?” 

“I’m still working on that”

“Half the fun of sneaking out is going out the window. I’ll catch you” you promise. Wanda rolls her eyes and then breathes, trying to focus. You watch in awe as red begins to pour out of her delicate fingers, and she levitates out the window, descending towards you. “God, that’s actually really hot” you mumble, thinking she can’t hear you, but she does. Your words make her lose her focus.

Wanda widens her eyes as she realizes she’s about to fall face first but you run and make sure she lands on top of you.

“I promised I’d catch you” you laugh, your back on the ground. Her gaze softens as you place a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes quickly moving down to your lips.

You both lean forward, but a buzz in your pocket breaks the spell.

“Sorry” you stand up. Your friends are texting you. “Come on, let’s go”

“Where are we going?”

“To a party. Do you feel like it?” 

“You’ll stay with me?” she asks and you nod.

“Of course”

“Then let’s go” 

Across the parking lot, your friends are waiting in Laura’s car.

“Hit it, Laurie” you open the door for Wanda and slide next to her on the back seat.

“So, what is this party?” Wanda asks as April and Laura are arguing over where to park.

“Sorority thing, girls night”

“You’re in a sorority?” 

“No, we just like to go to their parties” Laura winks at her. 

“Are we meeting Kate there?” you say, enjoying how Wanda stays close to you.

“No, she said she had a date” 

“Looks like she had the guts to ask her crush out, unlike other people” 

“Shut it, April” you mumble.

“I’ll let that one slide because your period is in three days” 

“Can we please get to the party already?” you say, covering your face with your hands. Wanda laughs next to you. 

“This can count as a date, if you want” she says in a whisper, her lips grazing your ear.

“I…” your brain melts, but you’re at the party already and she’s quick to leave the car, smiling mischievously.

It’s exactly what she expected; loud music, girls dancing and red plastic cups with alcohol passing around. Laura and April go to greet some of your friends, while another spots and offers you two cups.

“Do you drink?” you ask Wanda and she shakes her head no.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea” 

“Gotcha” you empty her cup on yours and then take her hand, sipping the beer. “Let’s find something for you, then” 

The kitchen is equally crowded, but you manage to open the fridge and find some orange soda for Wanda.

“If it’s too much we can leave. Just say the word” you promise as she shakes her head to the beat of the music.

Truth is, she’s flush against you because people keep moving around you. Wanda keeps looking at your lips and you might be a bit out of it from the beer and the noise.

For the second time, you both lean forward and you’re once again interrupted.

“Y/N! What a surprise to see you here” Anna, a girl from your Sociology class shoves Wanda aside and presses her body against yours in an intense hug.

“Annie, hey…” you say nervously, afraid Wanda will send her flying across the room.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Wanda Maximoff” the girl introduces herself, going back to her place next to you.

“Nice to meet you, Wendy”

“It’s Wa…” you correct her but Anna interrupts you.

“Are you up for a game of beer pong? After all, I beat you last time” she winks. You remember perfectly, you were very drunk and couldn’t throw any balls the right way.

“I think we’ll just walk around or dance” you take Wanda’s hand but Anna insists.

“Let’s make a bet. If I win you go on a date with me” the girl looks at you, clearly not giving up.

“Go,” Wanda says suddenly. You turn to look at her, afraid she might be upset. Instead, she’s smiling. “Let her get it out of her system. And if you win, I promise I’ll make it worth it” 

Wanda grabs you by the chin to make sure you’re paying attention to her words. You swear she’s hypnotized you with her intense stare. 

“Ok” 

Luckily, this time you’re not drunk and you manage to hold your ground. You’re 3 to 1, so you’ve only had to drink a cup of beer.

Anna throws a ball and you swear you see a red sparkle. The ball ends up on the floor instead. 

“Are you…?” you turn to Wanda and she laughs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Go on, win this thing so I can give you your prize”

The next ball you throw is a double bounce so Anna has to drink two cups. The last one standing is in a corner, the farthest from you.

Laura and April join your side, cheering for you. They’re not particularly fond of Anna and they may have a bet on whether or not Wanda and you are getting together tonight.

“Go, go, go, go” they chant as you prepare to throw the last ball. It feels like an eternity as it travels across the table…

“Yes!” you shout as it falls inside the cup. As you turn to look at Wanda she takes your face in her hands, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss.

“You owe me ten bucks, bitch” Laura shouts at April.

You don’t understand what their words mean, and you don’t care either. There’s nothing in the world but Wanda, her scent, her lips, her hands traveling down to your neck. You break apart, chest heaving and she smiles.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you say and she nods enthusiastically. 

“Thought you’d never ask” 

Laura throws her keys at you.

“Hurry up, lovebirds. We’ll get an Uber”

Wanda shrieks as you carry her bridal style out of the room, knocking cups and kicking people in your way.

--

It’s even messier once you make it to your apartment, throwing away the keys and closing the door with a kick. Wanda slips your jacket off your shoulders, hurriedly pulling you by the belt loop of your pants to your bedroom. Your lips remain connected, the kiss turning into something rough and desperate.

“Is that my shirt?” you ask when she throws away her own coat.

“Come and get it” is the reply you get. 

You’re sure you’ll pass out with the way her voice sounds, sultry and low. There’s even a hint of the Sokovian accent that she tries so hard to hide.

Finally, you find the way to your bed, and you let her fall on it, while you remove your own shirt and she discards her clothes. By the time you’re done with closing the door and dimming the lights, Wanda is left in only her underwear.

“God, you’re so perfect” you mutter, crawling between her legs. She blushes, but allows you to get closer, holding your head between her hands. “Hi” you say when she keeps staring at you.

“Hi” Wanda bites her lip, drawing attention to her mouth. You follow the action and lean forward, this time kissing her gently. You leave a path of kisses down her neck, between her breasts and her navel when she shudders.

“Киса, you’re making me feel so good” she purrs and your brain turns to mush. You make a mental note to ask her what that word means.

“Wanda? Are you there?” someone screams at the apartment door. 

“Oh, no!” the girl straightens her back at the same time you do. There’s a swirl of red magic around you and at the blink of an eye, you fly all the way to the living room.

“Fuck” you say as you land. Next thing you know, Captain America is breaking into your apartment, while Wanda steps into the living room semi naked. Everyone’s screaming while you stay on the floor.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Wanda shrieks as she runs back to the room to put some clothes on.

“You were missing!”

“I wasn’t missing, I was with Y/N!”

They sound like a father and teenage daughter when they argue like that.

“You ok?” Natasha approaches, helping you up. You’re vaguely aware that you’re shirtless, the only thing covering your breasts a red lacy bra. The redhead whistles playfully. “Wanda’s got good taste”

“Nat, don’t flirt with my girlfriend!” 

“Girlfriend?” you repeat with a smile.

“Hurry up, we’re leaving” Steve commands.

“Now hold on a second” you stand between him and your bedroom door. “The sneaking around was my idea and I know it was wrong. But Wanda deserves to have a life. Friends, fun… What’s good about saving the world if you can’t enjoy it?” 

“Can you put on a shirt?” he mumbles, looking at the ceiling.

“No, I will not. You were breaking and entering, Captain”

“So were you, back at the Compound!” he snaps.

“Come on, Rogers. She’s got a point” Natasha says. “Let the girl live a little”

“Fine. We’ll pick her up in the morning”

“Or, I could drive her back after breakfast” you offer. 

“And once you’re there, we will discuss some rules”

“Deal” you offer your hand but Steve keeps looking up.

“Let’s go find Pietro. The other Maximoff runaway” Natasha says, pulling Steve to the exit.

“What about Pietro?” Wanda finally steps out of the bedroom, handing you a t-shirt.

“Yeah, what about him? I’m right here” he walks in, Kate by his side.

“That’s your date?” you point at both of them.

“Oh my God, did you finally get laid?” Kate squeals when she sees you half naked and Pietro gags. 

“I did not need to know that about my sister” he turns to Steve and puts a hand over his shoulder. “So, about stealing your motorcycle, you understand it was for a good cause, right?”

“Have fun” Natasha winks and you blush.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wear my noise canceling headphones” Kate promises, retreating back to her room. You’re left alone with Wanda, in the middle of the living room.

“That was something” 

“Yeah” 

“Come back to bed” she asks with a shy smile, taking your hand.

“Promise not to throw me across the room this time?”

“Yes, Киса” 

“Hey, what does that mean?” you say as you walk back to the room.

Wanda turns around, eyeing you seductively.

“Be a good girl for me and I might just tell you” 

I heard you like magic

I got a wand and a rabbit

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky

Let's make this bed get squeaky

[willalove75]

Can I request Rebecca x Female Reader, where they're is in a loving ,stable relationship / total opposite of her ex who still manages to get under her skin and she sees and is shocked how reader isn't afraid of him and protects her and her honour.

Absolutely!! Thank you SO much for the request!💕💕

You walk into AFC Richmond with takeout bags in your hand, you wave to the staff and security guards you've become friendly with and make your way to Rebecca's office.

You get up the stairs and reach her office door, it's closed so you gently knock.

"Who is it?" You hear from the other side of the door.

"It's me babe!"

There's a pause for a moment and you hear her voice.

"Come in."

You open the door and see Rebecca standing in her office with her back to you, looking out the windows onto the pitch.

"Hi baby, I brought lunch!" You say with a smile as you close the door behind you.

You turn back around and realize she hasn't turned back towards you, concerned, you place the bags on the table against the wall and walk up to her, your hand resting on the small of her back.

"Hi baby, is everything okay?" You ask as you turn to face her.

She stares out onto the pitch, looking at nothing in particular and doesn't speak. You can tell she's been crying, her eyes are puffy and red and her mascara is a little smeared.

"Honey, what wrong?" You say with concern as your hands cup her face, gently turning her to look at you.

You look into her sad eyes, your heart is breaking not knowing what's hurting her so badly right now. She closes her eyes and a tear runs down her cheek, you wipe it away with your thumb and gently caress her.

"What happened?" She must have picked up on the desperation in your voice because she opens her eyes and her sadness begins to mix with guilt.

"It's nothing." She says and she shakes her head.

"It's not nothing if it's making you this upset. Baby, what happened?"

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

"It's so stupid, I shouldn't even be upset about it, I- I don't know."

"I don't care how stupid it is, I need you to tell me what happened, please."

She looks down at her feet and back up into your eyes and back down again.

"Rupert- Rupert bought West Ham." You feel your blood boil at the sound of his name. "I thought when he gave me his shares he was being nice, but this, the funeral, that fucking baby." She begins to cry harder. "I- I don't know."

"Oh honey." You wrap your arms around her and pull her into you. She cries into your shoulder and you guide her to the couch and you both sit down. "It's okay, it's okay." You say as you rub her back as she cries into you. "You're okay,"

"I feel so pathetic." She cries into you.

"Oh baby you are not pathetic!" You say as you hug her tighter. "You have been through a lot of shit in the last few years, and that crusty ball sack has only been trying to make it harder. You're not pathetic, at all honey."

You rub her back more as her cries soften, you kiss her temple and rest your lips against her.

"You're not pathetic baby, not at all. And I love you, so much, no matter what, and I will always be here for you anytime you need me."

She relaxes into you a little as you gently rock her back and fourth, rubbing small circles across her back. She composes herself and pulls back, her hands still resting on your waist. You bring your hand to her face and wipe away the makeup and tears and put your forehead against hers.

"I will always have your back baby, always." You say and kiss her forehead.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" She asks, looking into your eyes.

"Everything, you've been through hell and back baby, you deserve everything in the world. You deserve to be loved and taken care of, the right way."

You can see her melt when she hears your words, she pulls you in and kisses you, with your hand on her face you kiss her back.

You part and wipe more makeup and tears off of her, she looks down at your shirt.

"Oh damnit I ruined your shirt!"

You pull your shirt to reveal the makeup marks all over your shoulder.

"Eh, it's fine. It's just a shirt. I'd set my entire wardrobe on fire if it meant that you could feel five minutes of real peace."

"I love you."

She wraps her arms around you, kisses you and lays her head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry he's still being a huge dick. I really never wanted someone to die suddenly so bad in my life."

Rebecca giggles. "But the baby-"

"Oh fuck that baby, she's got his genes in her, she's fucked."

Rebecca lets out a laugh, a genuine laugh and you smile at her, relieved to see her finally smiling.

The following week you're in her office having lunch with her again. You two are laughing and eating and enjoying each others company.

You watch Rebecca as she tries to catch her breath from laughing so hard, you can't help but fall in love with her more every day. In an instant her face goes from pure joy to fear, you turn around and see Rupert walking in.

"Ah, ladies, good afternoon."

You sit up and stare him down as his eyes stay focused on Rebecca.

"No pleasantries this afternoon?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"Why are you here?" You growl as your eyes follow him as he makes his way closer.

"I wanted to pay my lovely ex-wife a visit, chat about the upcoming matches now that we will be facing off against one another." He has an arrogance in his voice that only someone who is a complete narcissist could have.

"Thanks, but no thanks. It was terrible seeing you, goodbye."

He glares at you. "You're just a bucket of sunshine aren't you?"

"Bright and fuckin' shiny Rupert."

He turns back to Rebecca and you put your hand on the inside of her leg, not too high up, just a little above the knee, enough to show him that she's your girlfriend, not his plaything. He watches as your hand moves to her leg and you swear you see jealousy flare in his eyes.

You look over at Rebecca, she's leaning back into the couch, like she's trying to make herself smaller. You wrap your arm around her and your other hand moves to the same place on her leg. She leans into you a little and looks over at you, like she's trying to say thank you. You kiss her on her head and look back at Rupert.

He chuckles and begins to laugh, and then laugh hard.

"Oh, the two of you? Oh this is rich, really, Rebecca, her?" He bends over laughing. "Oh I hate to say this but-"

"Don't say another fucking word." You say, cutting him off.

He went from doubled over in laughter to upright and serious in an instant, like you flipped a switch. He takes a step toward Rebecca and you stand up in front of her. He takes a step closer to you, trying to intimidate you, but you step in, closing the distance between you.

He leans into your ear and whispers.

"I would be very careful if I were you right now, it would be a shame for you to say the wrong thing."

You feel the anger rise in your body, it's taking everything in you to not kick this man in the balls right now.

"With all of that money you have, you think you would own a toothbrush." You say quietly into his ear, but loud enough for Rebecca to hear it. "Get the fuck out of her office Rupert, and do not come back."

He glares at you and you glare back, when he realizes you're not going to back down he growls and walks out. You stand your ground, in front of Rebecca until he is out of sight.

You turn back towards Rebecca and she's looking at you, wide eyed. She jumps up and throws her arms around you and squeezes you tight. A little surprised, you giggle and hug her back.

"That was amazing! I can't believe you did that. Thank you."

"I'll do it every day for the rest of my life if I have to baby."

You feel her relax into your arms as you hold each other.

A few weeks go by, the annual gala is coming up and Rebecca has been extra stressed trying to get everything together for it.

The night of the gala you and Rebecca finish getting ready, you're waiting for her in the living room when you hear the clacking of her heels coming down the stairs. You finally see her, all ready to go and your jaw drops, she looks absolutely stunning. Her deep purple dress hugging her body in all the right places, it's formal, not too sexy, but stills manages to show off her legs, her curves and her fantastic tits.

"Oh my god, Rebecca, you look amazing." You say as you stare at her.

"You think so? It isn't too much?"

"No, not at all, it's perfect."

You wrap your arms around her and kiss her.

"You look so beautiful." You say quietly to her.

"Thank you love. You look beautiful too."

You smile at each other and exchange another kiss.

"We should get going." You say. "We don't want to be late, and if I stare at you for any longer I'm going to rip this dress off of you."

Rebecca laughs and kisses you once more. You get into the car and make your way to the gala.

Once inside, you and Rebecca are mingling with the other guests, playing nice while talking to the obnoxious people and then giggling to each other once they leave.

The two of you are standing by the bar, sipping on the drinks you just ordered and Rebecca jumps a little, you look over and see Rupert next to her, his hand resting on her hip.

"Rebecca, dear, you look wonderful." He looks up at you and looks surprised, like he didn't see you there before. "Y/n, I didn't recognize you, I guess they were wrong about putting lipstick on a pig." He laughs too hard at his own joke and pulls Rebecca closer to him, she's visibly uncomfortable and it's taking every ounce of your self restraint to not tackle him right there.

"Rupert, didn't your mother ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" You ask, glaring at him.

He puts his hands up in surrender.

"My apologies, I never realized how controlling you were regarding who lays their hands on her."

"It's really only when scum touches her." You say.

"You certainly are a spitfire aren't you y/n?"

"Oh you have no idea."

He turns to Rebecca.

"It's such a pity you're settling for such a rude girl. I hope she can at least satisfy you." He says as the corner of his mouth curls into a smile.

Rebecca's cheeks turn a light shade of red and you step in between them and lean into his ear.

"Oh honey, you have no idea, but I can give you one. As soon as I get her home, I'm going to rip that beautiful dress off of her incredible body, stick my head between her legs and worship her like no one ever has before. I'll satisfy her more than you ever were able to, even before you were an old, impotent man."

You stare him in the eyes and you see the anger bubbling.

"You should probably go, before you make a scene and ruin the wonderful evening my beautiful girlfriend put together."

He glares at you for another few seconds, his face turning red with anger and leaves. You turn to Rebecca, her cheeks still red, in all fairness you probably didn't help and made her blush more.

"Are you okay?" You ask, placing your hands on her hips.

"Yeah." She says, staring into your eyes.

"What? What's wrong?"

She shakes her head and smiles.

"Nothing, nothing is wrong at all. I've never had someone stand up for me like that before, that's all."

"Well that's a damn shame, but I'm more than happy to do it baby."

She leans in and kisses you, bringing her hand to your face. She looks into your eyes for a moment and moves her lips to your ear.

"I hope you didn't say all of those things just to get a rise out of him."

You laugh and whisper back into her ear.

"Nope, I meant every word of what I said."

[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before

"I'm glad I caught you at least at home, what happened to your phone?" Ijichi was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, sitting on your couch.

"Um..." Flashbacks of Gojo blowing it up using the energy ball "it fell into my toilet as I pissing" you managed a genuine smile of embarrassment. Ijichi looked at you for a moment and then sighed with resignation.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me..." With that he put an old model phone on the table top. "It doesn't have a camera or games, it's really an antique, but it works. Call me if you need a replacement."You smiled sincerely now. You saw that he was doing better, the bags under his eyes were a bit smaller and he had probably gained a bit of weight."You know, I've had chickenpox before and I shouldn't have..."

Bite.

"Mmmmmmm!" You squealed as you felt the tiny teeth on the back of your neck. If only your coworker knew that you had your narcissistic boss on your back at that moment. "I'll be fine! Thanks for your concern!"

"I'm not the only one worried, Gojo doesn't call back, he only replies to some text messages sometimes. He doesn't send stupid memes to anyone and he doesn't poison anyone's ass..."

"Ohhh~ so you miss him?"

"Like a cold," he joked. He really felt better since he started joking. It was clear that Gojo's entire entourage was only benefiting from such a break.

"Don't worry, when he recovers you'll be up to your noses in him again." You assured, taking a sip of tea from your cup.

"I dare not doubt that." He placed his hand on your knee in a friendly gesture. Bite. Gojo have mercy! "Mr. Nanami told me recently that you borrowed half the archive library."

"Not half, maybe a third." You pursed your lips, pretending to pout. You arched your arm as if you wanted to scratch your back, even though in reality you were petting a little jealous boy. "Actually, can I have a question?"

"If I can help you..."

It's worth a try, after all your friend had more knowledge than you might think. You took a deep breath.

"Let's hypothetically... One of the jujutsu sorcerers... getting tiny..."

"You mean getting younger?"

"No... shrinking." Ijichi frowned, trying to understand you.

"Are we still talking about a hypothetical scenario?"

"Yup! Purely theoretical, hypothetical, not like something like that would even happen!" You laughed nervously. Bite.

"So let's take Itadori, he shrinks. What about his powers?" Ijichi, fucking marry me! BITE!

"YES!" You squealed in pain, good thing Ijichi took it as enthusiasm.

"Hmm... That could be a problem. Even with his powers, he would be in great danger in this form. An easier target." You saw Ijichi already activating his gray cells.

"Exactly! That's why it needs to be returned to normal growth, the sooner the better!"

Ijichi looked at you perhaps too long and too suspiciously, took his hand away and held it out. his notebook of service.

"Where did this hypothetical scene with Itadori take place?"

"On a mission in .... Old house. He defeated all the curses but suddenly shrunk. He doesn't know why. There's nothing on the spot that would indicate it was done with curse magic, and distance spells are out of the question." Gojo doesn't quite understand . It's not like you were revealing his secrets, but you were giving some pretty important details. And Ijichi didn't even question this game of hypothetical scenarios. He got involved in them and didn't ask uncomfortable questions.

Ijichi thought for a moment, breathing deeply while you waited for him.

"I would check if this old house had a Guardian Spirit"

"What do you mean?"

"Ayakashi..." You frowned. It wasn't like you'd never heard the name before - mostly in games - but you didn't expect to hear it now. "Before the first possessors of cursed energy appeared, nature itself got rid of the excess curses. They were food for some Ayakashi. People did not see it, but the areas where there was peace. Plants bore fruit and there weren't many cataclysms, they got shrines. Ayakashi that fed on human curses got names, shrines and people started to worship them." Ijichi explained patiently with a slight hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Then the first jujutsu sorcerers appeared, the human species naturally evolved for this purpose and Ayakashi were no longer needed as much. .... Especially since the first weapons against curses were created from their bodies."

"The first weapons..."

"That's what the scrolls I dug up say. Whether it's true or not, I don't know. History is like whore. Everyone has their own opinion about it, but no one knows what it's really like."

"Heh.... Right. So there's a chance that... Ayakashi could have shrunked Go-I mean Itadori?"

"Theoretically yes. If it survived the purge that its ancestors made to obtain a large amount of weapons. Nowadays, Ayakashi are almost a dying species..."

It could make sense, Gojo destroyed an old temple where Ayakashi could live, and in revenge he cast a spell on him....

"Do you know how to pull off this.... Hypothetical spell?"

"Only a hypothetical Ayakashi knows that."

Damn.

"Do you know how to get this theoretical Ayakashi to cooperate?"

"he will want something, it's hard to say what."

You talked to Ijichi for a while before he left, he said it was Meeting with an old acquaintance but he blushed sweetly.

Determination returned.

"Gojo, we're going to the Old Temple!"

"I told you there's nothing there..."

"We're going there together."

"Date?"

"Over my dead body"

"It can be arranged"

Theoretically.

Next

[jbbartram-illu]

Hey hi hello!

I’m a big fan of your work, I bought a small raven witch from you, which I love and cherish, and I was wondering if I could ask you what kind of tools you’re using for your sgraffito?

I’m getting back into ceramics myself, and I just got a little jackalope cup back from the kiln, where I tried to sgraffito détails in my slip, but the cobalt was meltier than I anticipated and it covered most of them. I think I need to work on my application, but also that a thicker line might help, and I was wondering what you were using?

You can check my stuffs at @unnamedartist-portfolio if you want, and if you have any advice, I would be so honored to hear them!

Hope you have a fantastic day! :)

Hello @iam-adreamwalker! My apologies for taking 500yrs to reply to this - I've only just now found the time to take some better photos of my sgraffito gear.

These are basically all of my sgraffito tools, but you definitely don't need this many (I just have a pottery-tool-buying PROBLEM). My core tools are the ones to the left - the two pointy sticks & the two carve-y guys. Both of the wire loop tools are by Kemper, and I'm not 100% sure the brands of the sticks. The colourful set is from Xiem and is nice if you're doing a ton of sgraffito work, because it offers so many options for carving! I especially like the round-loop tools for carving feathers.

Here are some close-ups of my main tool gang:

I especially like the darker-brown stick tool because its point is slightly rounded, making it easier to scrape the slip off the surface of the clay vs. just making a deeper line that won't be as dramatic (more on technique later!).

Speaking of rounded-tip tools, I just realized I forgot my other favourite, a core tool that could replace the lighter-wood pointy stick in my Most Important Sgraffito Tools ranking - the ball-ended, double-sided stylus! This thing is a tiny powerhouse and, like the more rounded point on the dark-wood stick, it gently draws the slip off the clay rather than gouging:

Next up, slip! I'm not sure what you were using as your colour layer, because you mentioned that it ran/moved on the surface of the clay, which my stained slip doesn't do. Did you mix glaze into the slip? Or were you working with a powered pigment?

When I'm making coloured slip, I use a powdered pigment called Mason Stain, which can be used to dye slip, clay, and clear glaze bases (eg. to make translucent celadon glazes). I use a couple different brands, but it's all called Mason Stain.

If you're a sensible person you can find proper recipes for mixing the slip and the stain, but I honestly go by how it looks - I add it to the slip a few spoonfuls at a time, mix, and see how pigmented the slip looks. If you want to really make sure the pigment is well-mixed you can get a stick blender from a thrift store or attach a mixing head onto an electric drill (something I'd like to upgrade to as the stick blender is SUPER messy & hard to clean out), but I mostly just mix it really well with a stir stick.

Once it's mixed, I keep my slips in these little self-sealing glass containers from IKEA, which stop it from drying out too fast (I tried keeping slip in regular jars & it turned into a rock...you definitely need a container with a rubber seal on it!). You'll still need to add water here & there, but it can sit for weeks without too much concern.

My slip is a little thick & gloopy, so I usually brush two layers of slip onto the leather-hard sculpture, letting each dry before I put on the next coat, and I let it dry until it's no longer at all tacky before I start carving (otherwise things WILL smudge and it WILL be terribly messy.

Finally, technique! I did take a look at your blog & the sgraffito project you mentioned & one thing I noticed was that your scratch marks were very deep and didn't reveal much clay under the scratched-away slip. This is an easy thing to have happen, especially if your slip/clay/both are still too wet or you're putting too much pressure on the carving tool.

My best tips for remedying this are:

Make sure the slip isn't at all tacky to the touch & that the clay underneath is leather hard.

Go very gently at first! It doesn't take much to scratch the slip away and you can always come back and take away more slip/make your carving area deeper if you want to, but you can't put the clay back!

Use the carving tools at an angle to the clay (somewhere around 45º ish, this is not a hard science), not perpendicular to it - this will stop you from stabbing straight down instead of scraping. If you've ever done linocut prints, think of the angle you hold the linocut tool at - sgraffito is generally a pulling-towards motion vs. a pushing away one for lino, but the angle is important either way!

Having even just a small variety of tools (eg. my core 4-5 as shown above) will also help, as you'll have options for line-weight/how much slip a tool takes off.

Phew! I sort of got carried away there, but I hope this was helpful?? If you have any more questions (or if anyone else does), please don't hesitate to ask! I'm still planning on making a proper sgraffito tutorial/series of tutorials, but need to find the time for all the filming/editing that requires.

[hopepaigeturner]

An Offer From an Avid Reader: The Sofa Scene. Part 1.

This is part 1 of 2, for part 2 fits in more with #benophieweek 2023 prompt for the day.

✨The Context:✨

Benedict has found out about Sophie being the Lady in Silver. 

As I detailed in my Benedict Bridgerton post, he is at first furious and takes this out on Genevieve. (“How could you not tell me” vibes). And rightly, Geniveve sets him straight, letting him know how heartbroken Sophie was and it was for ehr safety that she was tight-lipped. 

This leads to a scene between Will and Benedict, where Benedict is given the final push he needs to follow his heart. He goes back to his studio to think but all he does is paint…

Concurrently we have Eloise. 

Throughout the season Eloise has been writing a column, a little Whistledown–esque, but not as popular. (I shall expand on this in a later Eloise post).

Therefore Eloise has been spending the series running around London with her two trusty, albeit exasperated, servants–Sophie & John the footman. 

Sophie and John are doing an errand for Eloise but their sneaky sneaky plan goes awry and they get separated. Unable to find John, Sophie decides to walk back to Bridgerton House.

And just as she is turning the corner on the edge of Mayfair she hears a voice like honey dripped over knives…Araminta. 

Que book scene: Sophie is having a panic attack as she listens, frozen in her hiding place.

 The scene flashes between a hyperventilating Sophie and flashes of moments from the morning Araminta found out Sophie had attended the ball.

How the scars on Sophie’s face are from Araminta’’s nail scratches; how the scar on her temple was caused by Araminta throwing a vase at her head; and how the scar running along her throat occurred when Araminta put a broken shard of vase against it till it bled red before throwing her out of the house by her hair. The flashbacks stop and the present returns–just as a figure spots Sophie. A woman who lifts her black veil to reveal a round face with a wine stain birthmark. “Sophie?” Sophie is frozen. Araminta calls for Posy back into the carriage. Posy nods and rushes back. 

In the aftermath, Sophie is still gripped in a silent panic attack, dissociating and shaking uncontrollably. And even as the carriage rolls away she stays there. 

And so, without further ado…

✨The Scene✨

Scene cuts to Benedict, striding along the street, muttering under his breath the apology he wishes to give to Sophie, and how he will broach the subject of her being the woman at the masquerade.

Then out of the corner of his eye he spots something–Sophie.She is still at the wall, still dissociating, still shaking. 

Benedict rushes over and tries to rouse her, but Sophie barely responds. Benedict tried again then, with a snap, Sophie clutches his sleeve in a vice-like grip. Stricken, Benedict gently coaxes her to come and rest at his studio.

Benedict leads Sophie, into his studio sweeping disarrayed clothes and sketches off the chaise lounge so she can settle. All his motions are soft as, for a moment, all his yearning, swirling emotions fade away to leave only one desire—ensuring Sophie’s wellbeing.

He cups her face and whispers her name and when that does not work, he grabs a paintbrush, (slightly damp from the water), and draws patterns over her arms, allowing Sophie to use the pressure to ground herself.

Sophie’s hand loosens slightly, indicating that she has returned.

“Benedict?” she whispers.

“You are safe—you are safe here,” he hushes. Sophie exhales shakily and leans into him. But after a moment she regains her senses and jerks away. 

“I should leave.” She scrambles up. 

“No—Sophie.” Benedict tries to follow but she whirls away.

“I should leave right now.” 

“Sophie, I need to talk—”

“I think that would be a bad idea.” All too easily she can see his shocked expression at that nursery door when the truth finally revealed itself. An expression that could be nothing less than horror and anger. She starts towards the door but Benedict jumps in front of her,

“Sophie, please, at least allow me to walk you home.”

“It is merely across the square, I shall be fine.” She tries to brush past him but he stays one step ahead.

“And if that ‘old mistress’ of yours returns to petrify you? What will you do then?”

“Why would you care?”

Benedict looks visibly hurt.

“I care, you know I care—you are many things, Sophie, but you are not blind. I care for you, I have cared for you for years—”

“Oh really?” She cries, her own suppressed feelings over the months finally spilling out of her. Her usual self-control completely worn out. “That night was so special that it took you months to recognise me?”

“That is not fair. You are the one who should have told me. Why did you not? To spite me? To torture me with the dream of you? You were not fair!”

“No, Benedict Bridgerton you do not get to tell me what is fair,” Sophei steps up to him, fury and heartbreak mixing in her eyes, “not after the life I have led, not after the months I have spent nursing heartbreak that the man who saw my soul could not see past a maid’s uniform!” She cries. “Admit it, Benedict, I was a flighty fancy who was replaced the next evening by another pretty face. A memory that you banished to the recesses of your mind. That is who I was to you, Benedict. Another conquest, another muse—”

“You have no idea what you meant to me,” Benedict cries, his voice wretched. “ I knocked on Penwood’s door the very next morning to find you. I spent months attending balls and soirees and pointless parades desperately searching for you. I meant every word I said on that terrace, including my promise to you.You have haunted my every dream and echoed in my heart every day for the past two years. You stole my heart with a dance and a kiss and I have spent the last two years stumbling around this world trying to fill the void that you left behind. That is heartbreak. That is why you should have told me.”

“And what?” Sophie replies,  “What difference would that have made? I am not a lady, I am a maid. Even if you had known back by that lake, you would have asked me to be your mistress regardless. Am I wrong?”

Benedict quietens, retrospection highlighting his troublesome behaviour. With a quieter voice he replies,

“You are not wrong, and for that I must apologise, for forcing your hand because I could not bear to let you go.”

“Thank you,” Sophie shakes herself, “but it does not change—”

“It would have been different.” Benedict continues.  “I would not have tormented myself about betraying that memory for the reality in front of me. I would not have waited. I would not have hesitated to accept the undeniable truth that I belong with you, forever and a day.”

Sophie is stunned, then scoffs.

“Now, you are being fanciful. I am a maid”

“No, you are not.”

“Benedict—”

But Benedict continues unperturbed,

“You are not a maid. That night you spoke with the perfect airs and graces like any other debutante.”

Sophie’s stomach starts twisting around and round as she starts spiralling.

“You would be surprised how far learning an accent like this benefits employment—”

“You know French and latin.”

“The lady at the house—”

“Phaeton lessons? Pianoforte lessons? Long hours to read a surprising breadth of literature?”

“Oh I see. So it is only aristocrats who have the capability to enjoy literature then?” Sophie fights back, desperate to cling onto her fantasy, the nice fantasy of Sophie–not the ugly one. Benedict continues, 

“No. But servants do not have time, access or means to enjoy such a variety of literature that you have read. I wager editions of Mallory’s Morte D’Arthur cannot be purchased on even the most generous of salaries.”

“Believe what you may.”

“I will and that is why I believe you to be an illegitimate child.”

The fantasy crumbles, leaving Sophie scrambling, falling, with nothing to cling onto.

“I do not—I do not…”

“It would explain your level of education and refinement, but also your current predicament. I assume the lady of the house did not look too kindly on another woman’s child?” Benedict’s eyes soften, “Even though that is no excuse for treating you so poorly in ways I can only fear.”

Araminta’s words start whispering as Benedict continues. 

B—--d child. B—--d child….

“It would explain how you do not wish to talk about your family, but there is always a shadow lingering in your eyes when the topic arises. It would explain why you have so many secrets and why they burden you so…”

“You do not—”

“Was your father the deceased Earl of Penwood, Sophie? Is that why you wore the Penwood crest on your gloves that night?”

Sophe stays silent, eyes brimming with tears. Because she knows what will happen next. She knows that, like everyone else, Benedict will retreat from her shameful truth, try to hide his disdain before walking away.

 “Are there any other dirty little secrets of mine you feel entitled to? Hmm?” she asks. 

“Sophie, I—”

“What? You want more?” Her voice rises with her emotions. For if he is going to walk away he might as well know all of it. Every shameful, disdainful part,

“I just want the truth—”

“Fine, have it all!”

As she speaks, flashes of the past play on the screen of every person stepping away from her; the staff upon opening the door to find 3 year old Sophie; her father when he saw her natural smile and Araminta on their fateful first meeting. 

“Yes, yes, you are right! I am the child of a nameless maid and the late Earl of Penwood, a scourge on its hallowed name, an abomination—a b—--d—as my stepmother would remind me every day of my childhood and every day that I scrubbed floors and pinned her daughters’ hair. That is who your precious Lady in Silver is. A fraud. An impostor. A girl in dress-up doing a friend a favour who stupidly allowed herself to imagine that for one moment, one tiny moment that she deserved such a life.”

“Sophie—”

“That is who I am, Benedict. I am the b—--d child of a—”

Benedict steps forward and pulls her into his arms and holds her tight.

And Sophie freezes, unable to comprehend the moment. A moment where someone embraces and comforts her even with all the terrible, barbed parts of her exposed. But ever so slowly Sophie softens, closes her eyes as the tears seep out, and rests in that embrace.

After a few moments, Benedict pulls back but keeps her close, so she can see the sincerity in his eyes and words.

“You are Sophie. You are a woman who is kind and compassionate even after a life of hardship that would bow or break even the strongest of men. You are a woman who stands by her convictions no matter how many people try and sway you, no matter how many lashes you endure or even if the other road is easier. You, Sophie Beckett, are brilliant, in mind, heart and soul. I am inspired by you; I am humbled by you, and I am honoured to be in your presence and awed by every facet of your being. That is who you are, Sophie.” His voice rasps slightly, as if he is on the edge of speechlessness. “That is who you are, Sophie.”

“I do not…I—”

Benedict tenderly wipes away her tears.

“There is no need to say anything. Just know that every word I have said to you past and present have been the truth. You have stolen my heart Sophie. You stole it on that moonlit night and you stole it once more over these last months.”

“Your heart?” 

Benedict smiles slightly.

“Let me show you.”

And he moves her into the main studio. It is a cluttered room of artistic mess, piles of sketches on every surface and pinned on the walls–all of them sketches of her. And there on the easel is the painting Benedict has worked all night on.

It is her, Sophie, as the Lady in Silver, her skirt moving like liquid moonlight, her hair awry around her face. And like every one of Benedict’s paintings, he has captured the moment and emotion. So, she feels it all. Feels the awe in the way Benedict has painted the highlights. She can feel the beauty in the features—even her face with her scars present. She can feel the love in every brushstroke and every layer.

She turns to Benedict.

“I love you,” he states.

No fanciful words, no poetry. The undeniable truth.

“You love me,” Sophie replies, voice breathy, but not in disbelief, “as much as I love you.”

And then Benedict is kissing her, and she is kissing him back. The torrent of their love overflowing into their kisses.

They whisper those three important words as they stumble until they hit the wall. And when they finally break for breath Sophie whispers,

“That night from the moment I put on the dress to walking across the hall, my heart hammered against my ribcage. But as soon as I stepped into the room, even before I saw you, I felt you.” Her fingers gently trace his features. “Anticipation. Magic.  And when I turned around and I saw you, my heart settled into a rhythm at once new but also familiar. Because it knew,” she takes his hand and places it on her heart. “It knew that it would only ever beat in this rhythm for you, it would only ever love you. Forever and always.”

Benedict opens his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound comes out.

The poet is speechless.

He kisses her again, slower, reverentially. The type of kiss that infuses in your bones and your blood. Sophie softens, so Benedict pulls her into him…

*~*~*~*~*

Now, I’m terrible at smut scenes and I don’t really want to do one due to professional and personal reasons. So…I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

HOWEVER a couple things:

1.NO penetrative SEGGSY.

This might be unpopular but I was really uncomfortable that Sophie had this very legitimate reason for not wishing to have sex, a boundary built on a significant amount of trauma, yet Benedict Bridgerton pops along and his smile bulldoes that barrier away. Today I know that this had to happen because of the very prescriptive publishing criteria of the romance genre, but still.

I don’t have a problem with Benophie becoming sexually intimate, just not penetrative sex. The show has already shown that you can have a steamy, romantic love scene without it. *cough* Kanthony *cough*. 

Creativity people! Because we all know there are many ways to pleasure that do not risk an illegitimate child situation…

2. Sophie is in control.

Sophie has not had a lot of control over her life, in any arena particularly. However, sex is a completely new category, and I would love it if Sophie takes the opportunity to be in control. (Also, as I have pointed out in a prior post here, the show has shown that Benedict likes being bossed around in bed).

3.   Potentially Benedict realising where Sophie’s scars come from.

In my opinion another way they could sell the whole ‘Benedict not recognising Sophie’ is if she has some scars that weren’t there. Even if this is not the case, I think Sophie in her lifetime has sadly accumulated scars. I want Benedict to realise what happened on that morning when he visited the Penwoods. I want him to kiss her scars, call them beautiful and when Sophie squirms he whispers…

“Your scars are beautiful because they are markings that you survived. Testaments to the strength you had to pull yourself through the burning trials of life and emerge with your heart blazing. That is why I call them beautiful.”

I just think that would be uber romantic.

4. Scene ends and fades out. Only to fade into the will reading of Grandma Alexandra…

*~*~*~*~*~*

END OF PART 1

Part 2 will come this evening and link in with Benophie week 2023. 

As always I’d love to hear your ideas/corrections/opinions and always open to chat or requests.

So, check out the list here, for more of my ideas.

Or check out the general arcs of my prospective S4 here.

[the-perverse-library]

Pawg/BBW Gif 6D: [Pokemon] Cheren had come from a hard day's work battling in the Aspertia Gym, mentally exhausted from constantly building strategies and counter strategies as he pushed himself and his Pokemon to the limit. He was always, always thankful to see Bianca lying naked in their bed, beckoning him to her with a smile.

Cheren sighed as he finished his last class for the day. His mind was left swimming from assessing all of the duel-type strategies and Triple Battle tactics essays he had collected. On top of all that, Cheren had given his all in a wild and intense Gym Battle. He felt absolutely and utterly exhausted beyond description, and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep the night away. I hope Bianca doesn't mind me just sleeping the afternoon away, Cheren weakly thought as he trudged through their apartment, eyeing essays and research papers as he made his way into their bedroom.

He stopped moving the moment Cheren entered the bedroom. His hands were still around his tie as he saw Bianca smiling up at him. "I heard you had a rough day at work," the blonde's words were as soothing as a Liepard's purr. "So, I knew you'd want to just come home, de-stress, and let out all of your frustrations." Bianca winked at him before kicking the checkered blanket off of her, revealing her body in all its nude glory, from her fat, tear-drop tits, plump, succulent thighs, massive ass, and her soft, round, wobbling belly. She softy curled a finger, beckoning Cheren to her as she patted at the empty space beside her. Every subtle jiggle of her body absolutely hypnotised Cheren, putting him entirely under her spell. "Rest. Come and let your Snorlax use her body to help you get out all your frustrations until your mind is calm."

Cheren just nodded as his body moved on autopilot, stripping himself out of his clothes and coming to Bianca. The moment his back was on the bed, Bianca rolled over and was on top of him. The feel of her plump body pushing down on him felt like heaven to Cheren. His hands shot up to cup and squeeze every inch they could reach, playing with her belly, spanking her ass and softly pinching and massaging her breasts. "Oh ~yeah~! Thrash me all over. it's super effective!" Bianca huskily whispered into his ear. "I can't wait for you to slam into me with a full force and really fuck me. Your Snorlax can take it." Bianca rolled her hips and pressed her wet slit against his fat, throbbing cock. "Go on, wrap me up in your arms and just pound me until I'm showering you in sweet kisses!"

The dark-haired Gym Leader couldn't take any more of Bianca's sinfully delicious teasing, and buried every thick, needy, throbbing inch of his cock deep into her fat pussy. There were no thoughts in his mind as pleasure seared through him in bursts of ecstatic electricity. All he cared about was emptying his balls into his wife and turning Bianca's brain into much. Their bed shook with each body-quaking thrust he drove into Bianca and from the slam of Bianca's round, soft body slapping down atop Cheren's. He slapped his hands onto her ass, loving the feeling of her plush pushing and spilling out around his fingers as he finally drove his cock into her womb. He kissed her deeply as he erupted deep into her pussy, painting the walls on her womb white.

When their lips parted, Cheren kissed Bianca on the cheek and smiled. "Thanks to my favourite Snorlax, I've managed to fully recover."

"Maybe then you should thank her with a homecooked feast." Bianca said, smiling down at at Cheren. "You know what happens to Snorlax when they go hungry for too long."

Cheren rolled his eyes and kissed Bianca again. "I do." He whipped his hand down to spank her again. "If you want me to cook, you'll need to get off me.

"~Oooh! Well then, dinner can wait, I can feel that you have more frustrations you need to release." Bianca purred out as she cupped Cheren heavy balls. "Maybe you could feed your Snorlax your ~frustrations~? Bianca suggested with a wink. Cheren's answer was for his cock to immediately grow hard and massive. "Oooh! I love how honest your Serperior is! Don't be gentle, your Snorlax is a big girl and can take it!"

[dragongirlcloaca]

Part 3! I'm exhausted and haven't proofread this at all, so please let me know if there are parts that feel awkward/could be improved! I put a little more story into this one, but don't worry, there's still plenty of the kinky part too.

[Maid stuff, chastity/denial, sensory overload]

I show up at Violet’s place much earlier today, at her request, and she’s still dressed in her pyjamas and housecoat when she opens the door for me.

“The kettle just boiled,” Violet says, stifling a yawn as she leads me to the kitchen. “Tea?”

I nod, and she pours out a second cup. Soon, there are pancakes browning on the stove, and we chat as Violet cooks breakfast. After we work our way through a stack of sticky, syrupy pancakes, the topic turns to Violet’s idea of fun for the day.

“So, Bunny,” she says, setting my collar on the table along with a small box and a pile of clothes. “Today will be nice and simple. Once you put on the collar, you’ll be my maid for the day. I have plenty of things that need cleaning, so you’ll be nice and occupied.”

She reaches over, clasping the collar around my neck.

“First things first, you’ll need your uniform. Strip please, bunny.”

I begin undressing, setting my top and bra on the table, before standing up to shimmy out of my pants and underwear, leaving me naked in front of Violet. She slides the pile of “clothes” over to me. The outfit is reminiscent of a maid dress, but with a cropped top, a very short skirt, and no underwear to be seen, naturally. I pull the skirt on, threading my tail through the hole, and it’s somehow even shorter than I thought, barely reaching down to my balls. The top is equally obscene, showing off a very generous amount of underboob.

Once I'm dressed, Violet opens the box on the table, revealing a chastity cage.

“I can’t have you getting distracted while working, can I? Lift up your skirt for me, bunny.”

I pull it up, exposing my sheath, and she slips the chastity cage over it, locking it firmly.

“Very professional-looking,” Violet says with a smile on her snout. “Why don’t you tidy up from breakfast?”

I gather the dishes from the table, and load them into the dishwasher. Each time I bend over, I can feel Violet’s gaze on me, the skirt hiding absolutely nothing. Eventually, she heads to her room, leaving me to wash up. She’s dressed when she gets back, and after I finish with the dishes she equips me with a duster and furniture polish and directs me to the living room. I start dusting her bookshelves, and when she passes me to leave, she slides a hand under my skirt, feeling my ass, before leaving me to clean. This sends a rush of blood to my poor caged sheath, which I try to ignore, but I can slowly feel arousal creeping to my crotch. She gropes me again when she comes back several minutes later, this time feeling all the way up to the base of my tail, making my knees shake.

Violet sits down on the couch to read a book, but no doubt getting more entertainment from watching me as I work, constantly bending down and unavoidably showing off my whole ass. After another few minutes, she sets her novel down on the coffee table.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me, bunny,” She says with a lavish smile. I obey, and Violet spreads her legs. She isn’t wearing anything under her skirt, and her cock is already poking out from her sheath, precum beading at the tip. She nudges the back of my head, and I reach for her dick, but she pushes my snout down.

“Silly bunny,” she chides playfully, instead guiding my mouth to her ass. I start licking her hole, teasing at the tight ring of muscle. She pulls on my hair, thighs tightening around my head as I slowly worm my tongue inside her, lavishing in her musk. I lose track of time as I continue to sloppily eat her out, her only feedback being gripping my head tighter. Eventually, I can tell she’s getting close, and she pulls my head back, her thighs shaking. She begins stroking her cock, aiming it at my face, and with a stifled cry she cums all over my face, her seed mixing with the saliva coating my snout.

“Why don't you clean yourself up now, bunny?” Violet orders, panting slightly.

Trying to ignore the growing pressure of the chastity cage, I lick my paws and begin to wipe the cum off of my face as best as I can, while Violet licks her fingers. After I finish cleaning my face, she gestures to her dick, dripping with cum, and I lick it clean, swallowing her cum. Once I’m done, she pulls her skirt back down and straightens it out.

“Good bunny,” Violet praises. “Why don’t you start cleaning the baseboards now?”

She brings me a rag and a bucket of soapy water, and I get back down on my knees to start scrubbing the baseboards. I’m a needy mess by now, and my compromising position and Violet’s lustful gaze certainly aren’t helping. My dick is throbbing, but there’s nothing I can do but stare at it as I scrub, occasionally whimpering as I leak precum onto the floor and have to clean it up. Every time Violet nears me now, I arch my back pitifully, desperate for her to touch me.

I’m still caught off guard when she finally does, sticking a lubed finger into me. I freeze, a moan involuntarily escaping my snout as she adds a second. She soon stops, leaving me dazed and confused, but then she pushes my upper body down to the floor, and I feel her rest her dick on my ass. She thrusts into me suddenly, making my mind go blank. I’m left mewling on the floor as Violet fucks me with wild abandon, pounding my ass mercilessly. The sensation is unbelievable and I can hardly think straight, and I barely even notice when she cums in me. She finally unlocks the cage around my sheath, but she doesn’t even have to touch it before my hips buck and I cum squirting onto the floor.

I slump down onto my side, exhausted. I think Violet says something to me, but she sounds distant, her voice muddled. She soon sits down on the floor next to me, looking concerned.

“You okay, Bunny?” She asks, gently running her fingers through the fur on my arm.

I nod.

“Was that too much for you?

I shake my head.

“Just tired? Overwhelmed?”

I nod.

“Here, let’s get you settled on the couch,” Violet says, sliding her arms underneath me, and when I don’t object, she lifts me up and carries me over to the couch, setting me down gently.

“Do you want these off?” She asks, pointing to the maid uniform. I nod, and she takes it off, along with the collar, before leaving and heading to the bathroom. She returns shortly with a wet cloth, and gently cleans the cum out of my fur, draping a blanket over me when she’s done.

“Feel free to rest as long as you need to, Bunny,” Violet says tenderly, looking down at me. “This is about you too, remember. I always want you to feel comfortable here, darling.”

With that, she leaves me to rest, and I fall asleep shortly.

When I wake up, Violet is reading on the couch again. She notices me stirring, and goes to put on the kettle, leaving me to finish waking up. I sit up on the couch, draping the blanket around my shoulders. Violet returns soon with another cup of tea for me, and settles in next to me on the couch.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good,” I answer, blowing on the tea to cool it down. The hot, aromatic steam drifting up from the cup smells invigorating, and I can’t wait to start drinking it.

“Did...I do something wrong? Violet asks, faltering slightly. She fidgets with the hem of her dress nervously.

“No, of course not Violet,” I reply, scooting closer to her.

“Are you sure?”

“Positively certain.”

Violet relaxes a little.

“I’m so sorry Bunny, I just thought I had hurt you or gone too hard on you, or hadn’t stopped to check in on you, or—“

“Shhh,” I soothe her. “It’s all good now, I just got overwhelmed, it’s not your fault and I’m not hurt.” I set down my tea, and lie down, laying my head in her lap and staring up at her dark, shining eyes. We stay like this for a few minutes in silence, Violet absentmindedly stroking my fur, until she finally speaks up.

“Are you...okay with getting overwhelmed from sex?”

I think about it for a minute, my breathing falling into the same rhythm as her slow, gentle strokes.

“...Yes,” I answer. “Usually when I get overwhelmed from stuff, it’s because I’m in public and stressed from interacting with a lot of people, or there are a lot of loud and unpredictable noises. It’s awful in those situations because I usually can’t just...get out of them easily, and it keeps getting worse until I do. But here, in private, with you, it doesn’t feel like a bad thing at all. It’s more similar to...” I struggle to think of an apt metaphor. “It’s as if you put a blanket over my head. My perception of stuff is a bit scrambled, but in a way it puts me in a sort of really...focused? Mindset. Usually when I’m really overwhelmed I’m panicking and entirely focused on trying to get out of the situation, but with you I just feel...really safe and loved, and I can really dig deep into the amazing sensations you put into my body, if that makes any sense. Sorry, I’m probably rambling now—“

“All good,” says Violet. “I think I understand what you mean, and you don’t know just how happy it makes me that I can make you feel safe and loved, Bunny.”

I smile at her, staring into her eyes. Violet suddenly leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting her tongue brush against mine, our snouts locked together passionately. When we come up for air, she has a wide smile plastered across her face.

“I love you, Bunny”

[plaindangan]

Junko is a being of chaos. That’s for sure. And as a being of madness she loves one thing, sexual tension~

So what she did is very simple, she went into V3’s class, composed of the 8 girls and a cute, adorable, laughably shy but hot emo detective, and decided madness needed to ensue~… so what she did was pretty simple, she somehow convinced him to do a photo shoot to help her (bouncing those fashonista gyaru tits made her quite convincing) and took a naked pic of him~!.. his face and expression absolutely adorable and shy and cute and Awwww inducing.. and revealing how is cock was.. MASSIVE! The boy was known for being untrusting in himself, shy, assertive, but also as Kaede would say, to have the potential of being so much, mainly due to his many skills, and how cool and competent he was when passionate by a case (or someone tried to touch the hat, no one touches the hat) the concept of beta and alphas may be laughable… but that cock represents VERY well how much of a beast can Shuichi be once he gets some confidence~! A massive pulsating made for breeding and pleasure fat cock, with massive pair of balls that could probably cover each girl’s entire room in a few shot… and themselves~

Now what would be every girl in V3’s class reaction to it~? (Each reaction separately (a la Angie who groped ass)

Bonus point if some of the girls aren’t that innocent, if the reaction are varied, in character but mainly cute and hot, and if every girl is way bigger and sexier than in canon~ (like kirumi miu Kaede and tsumoomoo being so large they’ll make bimbo porn actress and amazons look small and flat~ and Angie having a GIGA ass that was the reason Atua was so popular~)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"I've prepared a very titillating show for you eight miss-outs!~ Let's give it everything we've got, iiiii'ts cock display tiiiiiime!~"

Kirumi:

"He...certainly is quite the grower." Kirumi said softly. The voluptuous maid whispered to herself. She was in the midst of sweeping when she got the message. She tried to remain stoic but...increasingly found herself unable to really look away. After several minutes, she even found herself alarmed to find that has been groping one of her melon sized breasts for who knows how long. Huffing, the maid hurries herself to her restroom. Maybe she can squeeze Shuichi into her schedule later on?

Himiko:

"N-nyeeeh...."

Himiko was instantly taken aback by seeing such a massive rod and grew instantly flushed. There...was still an hour before show time right? Locking her dressing room door, the redhead began to finger herself as she continued watching suck an impressive specimen. After this show, she definitely was going to make his cock disappear!

Miu:

"Th-that whore-ass bitch!! H-h-how did she...oooo!!!"

She couldn't lose like this!! She was going to be the one to claim Poo-ichi! Her! The smartest, sexiest and baddest bitch in their entire community! But...if that's how its going to be this meant war!!! She was currently sleeping in the buff when she got the photo. Not even bothering to put on any clothes, Miu raced out of her place to her workshop.

Her latest project: The Bimbo-inator!! If its a blonde bombshell Shuichi wanted, they she'd just have to make herself more appealing. Make her ass fatter! Make her E-cups to F cups! Even reduce her IQ if she had to!~ By her claim as the greatest inventor - she would make that damn emo twink hers!!

Tsumugi:

"Wow...it's plain to see that she really went for the fanservice route with this one!~"

Tsumugi gazed lustfully at the picture of Shuichi...and continued to scroll past. You see, one of the perks of being under Junko's service (granted, these perks were vary far in-between due to the chaotic nature of her 'boss') was that, in exchange for agreeing to quite the lewd cosplay later, Junko would snag some great pictures for the cosplay...f-for references of course! And only for Tsumugi's eyes to see.

That's right Junko lifting his heavy cock. Posing to suck on it. Sending Shuichi's fat, milky, ass that anyone would like to pound. Groping his large, cum heavy, balls!~ Yes...this would heavily 'inspire' Tsumugi's next ero-line!~

Angie:

"Nyahahaha!~ God has really blessed our little detective greatly. I must get him to join us!~"

Angie happily hummed as she continued to work. Her current project? A rather lewd display of Shuichi's large, succulent, cock!~ Sculpted to exact length and perfect!~ That wasn't the only thing Angie had worked on. For the past hour, she had painted, carved, sketched, even used clay to portray just how hung and sexy Shuichi was.

If someone were to open up the door, they would have saw a fat-assed artist, creating murals for some sort of God. Though if they mistook Shuichi for one, Angie wasn't going to correct them.

Tenko:

"I-I knew it! Shuichi has become a true degenerate!! I...I'll punish him for this!"

Tenko had immediately left the dojo, her toned thighs working over time to get to the detective's agency. She..she'll definitely punish him! It to be because of that big...filthy...nasty....alluring....dick! That dick! Y-yes, it had to be because of it! Tenko will punish him by ensuring that can never rise again! She'll put it between her thighs...rock back and forth on it...and if he's not cumming from that, maybe her fat, firm, ass could do the trick.......

T-to punish him of course!!!

Maki:

"Eh? What was that?"

Security guards glanced towards the bushes...but at that point Maki had quickly moved to a different location on the other side. Quickly scurrying up a tree and looking heavily annoyed...right? The assassin was surveying a government complex and had taken a moment to glance at her phone. She usually doesn't bother looking at her phone, but upon seeing a message from Shuichi, one of her few friends that know not to bother her when she's working unless its for an emergency, she decidedto take a quick glance...

She was ashamed to admit that upon seeing what Shuichi was packing, she gasped a bit and had to quickly ditch her last hiding place before the guards caught her. Grrr...it wasn't like Shuichi to do this...it had to be Junko!! Gah, the Hell he was doing with her!? Wasn't she good enough for him, too? She might not have her chest...but she sure as Hell had at least a well toned body and a pretty nice ass too. She...she'll kill him with it once she gets home!!

Kaede:

"Take a look at this!~"

Junko had personally arrived that morning right in front Kaede's place. Smirking as she shoved the phone of Shuichi's monster cock right in front of Kaede's face. She knew damn well how much she pined for Shuichi...and what better way to induce despair than to show off the cock of her crush at the hands of an outsider!~

"So how does it feel seeing such a long fuckrod, hm?~ How it rised just for me and not for you!~ Are in you in despair?~"

......."N-no that's wrong."

Huh? Junko blinked...and it was then that she realized some things now that she had time to calm down. First of all, Kaede was wearing a pink bathrobe that seemed to have been put on in the rush. The tall woman's large pale breasts were mostly exposed and Junko could easily see that she wasn't even wearing panties under there! Second of all, her face was heavily flushed and she was breathing heavily. Thirdly, there was a...scent in the air. A scent that she was pretty familiar with...because it came from the guy she was with yesterday! Looking past Kaede, her eyes widened at what she saw on her couch.

A buck ass naked Shuichi, totally naked, sweating and cock absolutely still dripping heavy droplets of cum from the session with Kaede that he had.

Smiling coyly, Kaede flashed a peace sign at Junko. "Keep the picture, I'm happy I got the real thing!~"