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absdoll · 5 months

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Hi bee:3 requesting for Abby eating out or playing with readers 🐱 with her fingers while reader is playing a game

It's all I've been thinking about lwjeuvesivdsi

hi qt ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა i luv this idea ! ty for requesting 🎀

cw : pervy!abby <3 my beloved ♡ // reader is playing animal crossing new horizons !

“abs! guess who just came to my island?!” you squeal as abby lifts her head from her book to meet your sparkling eyes. “hmm let me guess, the weird looking red dog?” she asks, quite genuinely.

“wh-… oh! cherry? she’s so cute! you’re mean.” you furrow your eyebrows at her, offended she called one of your favorite villagers weird looking.

your girlfriend smirks, a sigh leaving her mouth. abby gets a rise out of making her sweet doll-face frown and pout. abby knows it’s wrong to think such dirty thoughts about how innocent you are. the way your cute little butt peeks out of the bottom of your cotton shorts when you try to reach the top cabinet. when you’re all doe-eyed and curious asking her what she wants for dinner. how you sit crisscross applesauce in the big comfy living room chair, looking so small and fragile. and right now, the way you’re so giddy about a silly animal video game. she takes a deep breath as she moves over to where you’re lounging.

“i’m sorry baby, can i see?” abby rests her head on your shoulder, her right hand settling on your bare thigh. you giggle when she gives your soft flesh a little squeeze.

“it’s chai! i’ve wanted her to move to my island since i started playing!” you ramble on about your beloved blue elephant. “she’s just like cinnamoroll, look!” you tilt your nintendo switch screen in abby’s direction, biting your bottom lip in excitement, so happy you get to share this moment with your favorite girl.

abby glances at the game for a moment, then looks up at you, your eyes glistening. she looks back down at the screen, noticing your small fingers toggling with the knobs of the device. she takes another deep breath.

“mm so cute angel, i love the little teacup on her head.” abby kisses your shoulder. “i’m gonna get something to drink from the fridge, you want anything?” she inquires. you shake your head no, too focused on trying to make a good impression on your new guest.

the tall blonde stands to walk to the kitchen, stopping to stretch her arms above her head, letting out a long sigh. she turns around to give you a sweet look before she leaves the room, but her eyes fall somewhere else.

as you sit with your legs in the butterfly position, your pretty pussy on half display. abby clenches her fists, she’s resisting the urge to pry your game out of your soft dainty hands, pin them above your head, and fuck you dumb. she can’t hold back much longer.

“baby,” abby breathes, she walks back over to you, kneeling before you, elbows on your knees. “just keep playing, okay? don’t mind me.” you’re too busy cleaning up your island and making small talk with your digital neighbors to give abby any more than a “mhmm! okay bibi!” and she knows it.

abby begins planting gentle kisses to your cold thigh, humming against your skin as she sees goosebumps rise up your legs. you shiver a little when her face gets closer to your half covered heat. you move your game slightly to the left, looking down at her. “what’d i say pretty girl? hmm? eyes on the screen, don’t look at me again.” abby softly speaks through her pebbled kisses. you frown, confused, but decide to listen and be the good girl abby wants you to be.

abby’s mouth is nearing your pool of slick, you can feel the warm breeze of her breaths tickling your entrance. she uses her nose to reveal your wet pussy from your shorts.

“abs!” you attempt to close your legs around her head, but she knows you, she knows your movements. she knows that you like to play this little game where you say “nooo abs! don’t wanna! too sensitive!” and then a few seconds later, you’re spread wide open, desperately waiting for her skilled tongue to plunge into your aching hole.

“cmon princess, i don’t have to tell you again, do i?” abby coos. “spread.” her voice a little huskier.

you nod and relax your legs. you resume playing, eyes glued to the screen again, quickly getting distracted by the singsong isabelle is putting on outside town hall.

abby’s tongue now inches away from your puffy pulsating clit. all she can think about is devouring every last ounce of you while you sit there, so innocently focused on something far less disgusting than what she’s doing.

your perverted girlfriend watches as your cute hole tightens around nothing, a smile forms on her freckled face. she extends her wet pink muscle and licks a gentle zigzag from fold to fold. “mm-aahh!” you let out in a high pitched moan. abby shoots you a glare, a warning, that if you acknowledge what she’s doing again, she isn’t gonna be so sweet and soft anymore.

she’s drinking your pussy, tongue circling your sensitive nub, slurping every drop of white cream that’s sticky all over her chin. abby glances up at you, “good girl, so proud of you angel.” you bite your lip so hard that you wince a little at the sudden taste of blood, but you know better than to look at abby, let alone let her know how good she’s making you feel.

abby slides one finger into your pussy with ease, your drenched entrance practically sucking her in. “so wet for me.” she’s making out with your thumping clit, curling her index finger up, the pad perfectly tapping your g-spot.

you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re trying to move the controls of your game, your hands shaking. all you want to do is buck your hips up to her face, shoving her tongue so deep inside of you that feel her nose touch your clit over and over and over. “you’re close princess, i can feel it.” abby hums.

she’s going so agonizingly slow, the soft sensation of her saliva mixed with the unhurried pump of her finger, you’re dying for her to pick up the pace — and that’s exactly what she isn’t gonna do.

“cum slowly for me baby, ride it out.” abby continues lapping up your slick, using her free hand to hold your legs open. “that’s it sweet girl, riiight…. there.” you’re cumming all over her face, from her nose to her chin, her face is buried in your juices.

“let me hear that pretty moan of yours.” abby’s eyes fixated on your blissed out face. finally granting you permission, you scream out in euphoria, “uug-uuuh aahh aaa-bby-y-y!”

abby removes her finger, plopping it in her mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she sucks your cum off.

sliding your shorts back up your legs and kissing the top of your head, she starts to walk towards the kitchen. “you want something to drink now?” she teases.

a/n : i loved writing this ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ hehe if u don’t love pervy!abby then idk what to tell u , ur missing out ! 😵‍💫💕 hope u enjoyed bbs <333

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pahtoosh · 6 months

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the dreaded door

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18+

wc: 795 words

warnings: you get picked up by bucky. playful biting.

a/n: elephant in the room 🐘 (not my ellie stuffie) i have not been writing as much! it’s mostly because life is really good but also really busy for me right now. it’s also hard for me to get into the zone 🎯 for writing regression when i am not regressing that often. i know i don’t need to explain myself but this is for my fellow nosey 👃 nellies

pairing: mafia!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you wait for bucky to finish working

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Never in your life had you been so angry at a plank of wood. It all began this morning when Bucky left a note on your nightstand.

“Good morning, my sweet angel. Daddy has a lot of very serious calls today. Please keep the noise down and don’t open or knock on the door if it’s shut. Use your special phone to call me if there’s an emergency. Do your chores for today and be a good baby for me. Love, Daddy.”

The door is where you are now. Sitting on the floor, glaring at the smooth oak that you can’t tap on and the shiny knob that you can’t shake. You finished your chores, played for a while, and ate both breakfast and lunch already. Bucky was still in his office and he hadn’t left all day.

Your daddy spoiled you in so many ways: with his gifts, with his love, with his words. The only thing he couldn’t give you enough of was his time. His job was a difficult one with long and sometimes unpredictable hours.

He was able to make some changes. He trusted Sam and Steve to handle his out of town meetings so he didn’t have to travel as much. He also promoted Natasha from head of security to essentially his right hand by helping him with his larger projects.

These changes were so important. They gave you so much more time with your daddy, but there were still days like today when he simply had to do the work himself. Bucky also worked from home as much as he could so he could see you for lunch or even work with you sitting quietly on the velvet loveseat in his office. Him working from home was almost worse for you on the days you couldn’t go see him.

You daddy is home. He’s sitting at his desk where you color sometimes, on the chair with the best spinning ability in the whole house. There was just this one door standing in your way. You wanted so badly to knock and call for him through the cracks, but you knew better. You daddy was a stickler for rules, and he would not appreciate you ignoring his boundaries.

You sighed and settled for glaring at the door. Maybe your anger would be enough to open it without touching and then Bucky would be so impressed he’d have to take the rest of the day off.

Pleased with your plan, you sat on the floor with your hands on your knees and continued glaring. It felt like hours were going by. You thought the doorknob was moving, but it was just Alpine’s reflection as she trotted past. You kept glaring. Still, nothing moved. Just when you were about to give up, the sound of a lock turning echoed through the hallway and your daddy opened the door with an amused smile.

“What’re you doing here, sweetheart?”

“Daddy!” You reached your arms out for cuddles and Bucky happily obliged, even pressing a noisy kiss to your cheek.

“Were you sitting on the floor and waiting for Daddy? I saw you on the cameras.”

“I wantedta knock on your door but you said no knocking so I was trying to open it with my eyes,” you explained.

Bucky laughed. “Oh yeah? How did that go?”

You pouted and hid your face in his neck. “It didn’t work.”

“Aww.” He rubbed your back to comfort you. “Maybe if you ate more carrots your eyes would be strong enough to open doors.”

“Daddyyy.”

“I’m kidding, baby. C’mere.” He pressed your foreheads together.

“Thank you for listening to Daddy’s instructions today. You were such a good baby and I’m so proud of you.” He gave you a gentle kiss while your face warmed from his praise and affection.

You thanked Bucky, earning you another kiss and more praise for being so polite.

Your daddy was beaming. Anyone who knew of his title and past would’ve been shocked at the way he grinned ear to ear while holding you in his lap as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“How did I manage to capture the sweetest little baby in the whole world, huh?”

You giggled. “You didn’t ca’ture me, I got you!” You held his face in your hands. “My daddy.”

“You better feed your daddy now, angel. Daddies get hungry!” Bucky playfully shook free from your grasp and bit your hands.

“Nooo, daddy!” you squealed. “Eat the food downstairs, not me!”

He stopped thrashing and acted shocked. “There’s food downstairs? Why didn’t you say so?”

“Yeah! And we can watch a movie and cuddle after dinner! Can we, daddy?” You clasped your hands together and bounced excitedly.

“Anything you want, baby.”

#bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #mafia!daddy!bucky #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #cuddles #little being carried #sfw regression #sfw littlespace #littlespace fics #agere fic #marvel agere #the dreaded door #the-dreaded-door #toosh writes

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angelbaby-fics · 1 month

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chloe! it’s bear! 🥹❤️

i have to go on anon since i can’t ask from my side blog! 🥺

i love your stucky stories and i was wondering if i can request stucky taking their little to the zoo and their little wanting to run off and look at all the animals!

thank you and i hope it’s not too much 🥺 -🐻

Zoo Adventure

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hihi bear!!!! I'm so happy to see you!!! I combined this request with another in my inbox as well as an idea I've had for literally 2 years now about baby surprising daddies with pictures from a photobooth 😅 well better late than never hehe 💕 And I think this came out pretty adorable if I do say so myself so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💕

Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as the car pulled into the zoo parking lot. You weren’t even sure if you could stand to wait the few moments it would take for Bucky to get out of his seat and unbuckle you from yours. You knew you had to be in one of your daddies’ arms as long as you were in the parking lot, but it took all of your energy not to bolt straight for the entrance gates. Steve and Bucky shared a proud grin as they each held one of your hands.

You could hardly decide who you’d visit first. The entrance branched off into three different pathways, lions on the left, rhinos to the right, and monkeys down the middle.You stood in the center of the pathways, looking around with wide eyes until you were suddenly hoisted up into Steve’s arms.

“Where do you wanna start, pumpkin?” He asked.

“I dunno!” You answered. “I wanna see everything!”

“Well how about we start with the lions over here, and we make our way around?” Bucky suggested.

“You promise we’re gonna see them all?” You questioned.

“Of course, angel,” Steve replied.

“Don’t wanna leave anybody out.” You said softly. You were always looking out for others, whether it was your friends, your toys, or the animals at the zoo. Your daddies adored how considerate you were.

To help you feel better, the three of you waved and blew kisses at the other animals you could see down the other paths, letting them know you’d be back to see them too as you made your way towards the lion cage.

A big old lion with a giant mane and a grumpy face lumbered out into the grass of the habitat. He reminded you of Bucky in the mornings when he was growing out his hair. Past the lions was a hutch full of tortoises, and they reminded you of Bucky too.

Steve and Bucky took turns carrying you in their arms, neither one of them ever getting tired of course. Sure, you could make your way on your own, but they loved to spoil you in every way. Plus, you could get the best views of all the animals this way, never having to stand on your tiptoes just to see over the fence. The only time you were ever on the ground was in the reptile house, where you had to crouch down to see some of the snakes and lizards in their little habitats. Steve prefered to stand outside for that exhibit.

You laughed as penguins raced each other across the pool, squealing every time one leapt out of the water. The elephants trumpeted just like in the movies, and the monkeys jumped around their cages, swinging from rope and vine like your best friend Peter.

As the sun grew higher in the sky, there was no better time for a lunchtime picnic. The zoo had a plaza with a seating area, a little cafe, and a big shiny merry-go-round. Bucky chuckled to himself when he caught you staring longingly at the carousel. Steve was unpacking your lunches from the bag he’d brought, sandwiches for each of you and little baggies of vegetables and fruits. Finally he pulled out two big water bottles, and - uh oh -

“Oh, baby, I think we left your sippy cup at home!” He said, looking up at you apologetically.

How were you supposed to eat your lunch without your milk or a juicebox? But Bucky came to the rescue with a perfect idea.

“Why don’t you two take a turn on the carousel, I’ll go see what the cafe has for the little one. How about that?”

“Yes yes yes!” You answered, already dragging Steve towards the merry-go-round attendant before he could even reply.

You circled the base of the carousel to find the perfect animal to ride on, ultimately deciding on a majestic zebra. Steve stood at your side, keeping his arm protectively around your waist throughout the ride to make sure you never lost your balance as your noble steed carried you up and down, around and around. When the adventure came to a stop, he picked you up off the zebra and carried you back to the table where Bucky was waiting with a carton of chocolate milk.

You happily ate your lunch, telling your daddies between bites what your favorite animals were so far and which ones you were most excited to see next. After a while, however, Steve and Bucky started to talk about boring grown up stuff, and your mind began to wander as you finished up your lunch.

That's when it caught your eye, something that tempted you even more than the carousel, or the animals, or even the gift shop. You grabbed your coin purse and headed off on your mission, Steve and Bucky too engrossed in their conversation to notice.

At least for about 15 seconds, but by then it was too late. You were out of their sight, and the panic welled up in each of them like an erupting volcano. Wordlessly, they sprang into action, splitting up to look for you in the most efficient way. Steve circled the carousel, his heart dropping as he scanned each animal and found every one vacant. Bucky went back to the cafe, maybe you’d finished your chocolate milk and tried to go back for seconds, but no luck there either. You couldn’t have gone that far, and you definitely would never leave the zoo on your own, but being who they were, there was always the fear in the back of your daddies’ minds that someone would target you to get to them.

They didn’t even want to give that notion a second thought. After clearing the cafe and the carousel, Steve and Bucky met back up at your table to make sure you hadn’t come back, before widening their search. They were about to find a zoo employee to help them when suddenly, a mechanical whirring caught their attention. Both their heads snapped over to the source of the noise, and they were just in time to see a strip of photos fall out of one of the photobooths in the zoo plaza - a strip of photos of you.

The breath they’d each been holding let out as you pulled back the curtain and stumbled back out into the daylight. You were surprised to see your daddies there waiting for you, expecting them to still be at your table

“Oh hi daddies!” You said cheerfully, reaching over to retrieve your pictures. “Looky! I got a present for you!”

You tore the photo strip in half, handing one section to Steve and the other to Bucky, but they just stood in stunned silence.

“Baby…” Bucky whispered, crouching down to embrace you with all his strength.

“You like your present, Baba?” You asked, your voice muffled in Bucky’s shirt.

“We love them, angel,” Steve answered, “But please, don’t ever run off without telling us where you’re going, okay? You made Daddy and Baba very scared.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” You said, disappointed in yourself. You hadn’t even realized you were misbehaving, too wrapped up in surprising your daddies with your special gift to realize you hadn’t thought through your plan all that well.

Bucky let you go with a kiss on your cheek, and you kissed him back, and Steve as well.

“Thank you for apologizing, baby,” Bucky said, “And thank you for the present. We love it, angel.”

Bucky put the photos of you smiling at the camera in the front pocket of his wallet where he could always look at your angelic face whenever he needed to. Steve put the photos in his shirt pocket, vowing to put it in his compass as soon as he got home.

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #marvel agere #bucky x little!reader #steve x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve rogers #cg!steve rogers #cg!bucky #cg x little!reader #sfw agere #chloe's fic

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lttl3babybug · 2 months

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Could you do an alastor x non verbal baby regressor. Reader is Charlie and Vaggies little but they were busy so they ask the rest of the hotel to look after her but she cries and freaks out when the others get close to her and only Alastor is able to calm her down and take care of her

Course I can!! Thank you for the request!! <33

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“Mama is super duper busy right baby but I pinky promise once we’re done with this meeting you’ll get all the love and attention that we can give you” Charlie said with a pout, watching you reach up for her with teary eyes. Sitting on the floor surrounded by your favourite stuffies and baby activities, she gave your hair one last little ruffle and kiss on the forehead before leaving with Vaggie. Watching your mama’s walk out the large doors of the hotel you couldn’t help but let the tears flow down your face, loud sobs following close behind them. Of course this garnered the attention of the other hotel guests and workers.

The first to attempt comforting you was Angel, sitting down to face you and brushing your hair out of your face, “Aw look at cha…all fussy cause momma’s gone huh? C’mere-“ he was cut off by a stuffed elephant hitting his face as your cries grew louder, “hey! No throwin’! Charlie wouldn’t be very happy ‘bout that now would she?” He warned giving your a harsh stare which only worsened your sobs, “Alright, alright, I won’t tell her but you gotta stop cryin’ doll face, it ain’t a pretty noise” Angel said, defeat in his voice as he stood up.

“The hell is going on over here? Where’s Charlie and Vaggie?” Husk’s voice rung through the room, leaning against one of the couches watching the situation play out. “Meeting in heaven, left us to take care of this one here.” Angel said, motioning towards you as you sob on the floor. It was hard, you couldn’t communicate what you wanted, just making vague motions towards the doors to the hotel and whining. The next thing you knew your vision to the doors were blocked by the large cat figure, messing with a deck of cards. “I’ve not done this in years, bare with me” he grumbled, tail swishing back and forward clearly excited about trying this trick again. Usually, while big, you would’ve been over the moon that Husk wanted to share his magic tricks with you but right now you wanted your mammas! You wanted their hugs and kisses not some silly magic trick!

Sadly Husk’s fate wasn’t as nice as Angel’s, instead of a soft plush toy to the face he was met with the hard plastic of your bottle causing juice to come spilling out. “God damn it kid, you just need to calm down. They’ll only be a couple of hours” Husk groaned in defeat, just as the two gave up a familiar static chuckle could be heard ringing through the hotel. “Is she causing trouble?” Alastor asked, twisting his head around to face the three. Your cries stopped, your arms reached out towards him making whining noises.

“You want to be held? Is that it?” He asked, looking down at you, he turned his body towards you before making his way over. Stopping just in front of you, “well, if that’s all you wanted that’s all you had to say little one, not so hard is it?” He asked leaning down and scooping you up in his arms. Instantly your hands were petting his fluffy ears and tugging at his antlers, Husker and Angel backing away as you did this. Yet no reaction, just an amused chuckle from the radio demon. “Careful now little one, wouldn’t want to hurt your friend now would we?” He coos, you shake your head and giggle slightly.

Alastor carried you off, away from the main reception of the hotel and up the many flights of stairs till you were in his radio tower. Placing you on the floor he opened up his coat, slipping a pacifier out his pocket and into your mouth, “now there’s a good little demon, always so polite with me.” He hummed, sitting in front of his microphone. You watched from the floor as he pressed at buttons and flipped switches, amazed at every little move he made. His voice soothed you, the reverb of the radio that filtered over each word was so nice. You weren’t even sure what he was saying but you found yourself snuggling up on the floor, eyes growing heavy till they were fully shut.

“Shhh, Charlie. You’re gonna wake her up” Vaggie shushed her partner as they left the room, you felt warm. Cozy. Sitting up in the large bed you found yourself in, eyes locking on them. Your mamma’s, Charlies bright eyes and Vaggie’s kind smile was just what you needed when you woke up.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere community #fandom agere #!!! <3 #agere blog #age regressor #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #caregiver!alastor #agere sfw

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jakescaravel · 2 months

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A Lovey Promise 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 6,498

Warnings: *This fic will not be for everyone so read the warnings carefully* Sub Jake, anal fingering (m receiving), oral and rimming (m receiving), explicit sexual content, riding, nervousness (handled very well), gagging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight mentions of pain (only briefly), cum play, dares, teasing, hickeys, praise, mentions of alcohol, being tipsy, kissing, slight angst, cuddling, 18+ MDNI!!!

Summary: After an unforgettable night with your best friend due to a bet you couldn't refuse, you decide it's your turn to win and bet him about something he's apprehensive about a first...

Part 1

“Oh uh by the way.. I know this isn’t the best timing but uhh I don’t have any extra sheets so we’re gonna have to sleep on the couch…”

The morning sun stretching through the curtains of Jake’s living room pulls your sleepy eyes open until they come into focus, taking in your surroundings. You’re in the exact same position you fell asleep in, arms wrapped around Jake’s torso and legs intertwined with his.

His soft lips rest parted on your forehead. You can feel his gentle breath hitting your skin with every exhale. You crane your neck, breaking the contact, to look up at his sleeping face. His eyelids flutter a little as his breath catches and he lets out a snore. You have to hold your breath to keep from giggling.

Once you calm yourself down you take a moment to really look at him, to appreciate his peaceful state. You think that there has never been anyone to look so pretty sleeping. You think about how safe you are in his arms, and his in yours. This moment is so serene, so intimate and domestic that you wish to relive it as many times as possible, however that should manifest.

The sweet moment is short lived however when you notice something poking at your thigh. Your lips curl into a sheepish grin and you shift to a sitting position to wake him.

Before you summon the courage to do so, you admire him from above. He looks like an angel and you reach out your hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

You decide on starting the morning off on a mischievous note so you lean down to whisper in his ear in the sultriest voice you can muster.

“Goodmorning Jake.”

For a split second he stirs before his eyes blink open, lips smirking almost instantaneously as his eyes meet yours, like the memory of last night has been conjured up right then.

“Good Morning Lovey.”

He wordlessly pulls you back to cuddle him, opting to nuzzle your face into his neck. Shamelessly really, you inhale his scent once more, suppressing a moan upon doing so. He lets out a small chuckle.

You can’t ignore the elephant in the room any longer, or rather horse…

“Looks like you’re excited to see me.”

“What makes you think I’m not excited about someone else?”

Oh he’s quick.

You pull away from him, shooting him a nasty look, but he just laughs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m joking baby, relax.”

He pinches your nose with his fingers and you decide that a few more minutes of cuddling wouldn’t hurt.

After what was probably a few more hours of sleeping, the two of you decide to wake up for the day. Jake waltzes around his apartment, gathering ingredients for breakfast and he starts to make the traditional meal, pancakes and bacon. You can never go wrong with that.

He stands by the stove, flipping the pancakes with a spatula while you sit at the table, eyes raking over him dreamily while sipping on your steaming cup of coffee.

His hair falls messily by his shoulders, completely unbrushed and uncared for in the way that's your absolute favorite. Even his shirt is slightly ruffled, making it evident that he has just gotten out of bed, but something about it just makes your heart absolutely melt.

The next few minutes are enjoyed in silence, likely both thinking about the events of last night. It’s funny how you remember the whole thing, but there is not one shred of shame involved, not one single lick of regret. You hope he feels the same way. It doesn’t feel awkward now at all, thank god. This was expected however. The two of you are way too far gone for awkwardness.

Something in you is nagging you to talk about it though. To mention it just to gain the confirmation that it actually happened and wasn’t completely made up by you in your slightly drunken state. You rack your brain for a way to bring it up casually, as if it were no bigger a thought than one about the coffee in your hands.

“So Jake, any fun plans last night?”

It’s such a cheesy line, a dumb act of flirting, but you know he’ll gladly play along.

“Well I suppose… I won a very intriguing bet.”

He turns around as he speaks the words, resting his elbows on the counter behind him to lean back. His low cut shirt allows for a sliver of his chest to poke through, tanned and flushed, looking as edible as a juicy peach on a warm summer's day. One you’d like to take a bite out of.

He meets your gaze and his eyes narrow in, like he’s waiting for your response. Heat flashes across your features as you fight back a smile. He watches your face with a smirk of his own, reaching his fingers up to play along his lip. His smirk deepens when he notices your eyes lingering on his fingers.

“A bet really? That’s surprising.”

You stand up, abandoning your coffee to walk over to him. He stands up a little taller as you approach, eyes raking over you quickly.

“I don’t see how that would be surprising at all as a matter of fact.”

He crosses his arms proudly and you try to pull them back out to the side. He giggles and fights off your touch, effectively winning with his arms still crossed. You make a fake pout and he finally uncrosses them to reach out for you. You instinctively take the step, closing the distance as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You would be lying if you said the action didn’t shock you. You had half expected the whole situation of last night to be mostly forgotten about, something to make fun of in the future perhaps. But the way that his arms wrap around your wasit to pull you into his parted mouth makes you question everything.

He pulls away before you’ve had time to savor him, and he huffs a laugh. He returns his attention back to the pancakes. Now it’s your turn to cross your arms. Without even turning to look, he senses your frustration.

“You don’t have to be so desperate for me, I'm right here.”

His voice is cool and collected as he rasps out the words, making your jaw slack and an embarrassing sound flutter out of you. You pick it back up quickly. Thankfully he hasn’t turned around yet. To make matters worse, he starts whistling some tune, acting like he hasn’t said anything, you aren’t right behind him, and he didn’t finger fuck you last night giving you the best 4 orgasms of your life.

“I’m not desperate.” You whisper to which he shakes his head slowly, still not responding.

You take a second to wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, you speak again.

“Sure you won the bet Jake, but that doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I can win bets too, you know.”

He turns around, squinting his eyes at you playfully through a suppressed grin.

“I’m not trying to act better than you, just pointing out the fact that I have you absolutely wrapped around my finger.”

Your cheeks flame with the double meaning of his words, and it’s obvious that’s what he’s intended by the way he has to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from showing you his arrogant smile.

Ignoring the fact that he’s basically just insulted you, and that you kind of liked it, you feel the need to have a small victory. You decide it’s your turn to catch him off guard, and the words spill out of your mouth before you have the chance to bite them back.

“Well I bet I could make you cum with just my fingers.” You take another step forward until your breath is on his neck.

He ignores your looming presence, rolling his eyes. “Congratulations Lovey, you can give a handjob.”

You laugh at his unsuspecting responce, knowing that he hasn’t fully understood what you’ve said. You have him right where you want him.

“No Jakey. Not hand… fingers.” You reach them out to graze along his shoulder and he shudders under your touch.

His smile is wiped off his face and his posture straightens out. He clears his throat and returns his gaze back to the pancakes, shoveling a few of them onto a plate.

“You’re full of shit.”

“No I’m not, I’ve done it before.”

“Bet it was with that one boyfriend of yours. The flowers one.”

You roll your eyes. You can’t help but think his little comment is rooted in jealousy so you continue.

“So maybe it was. He said it was the best thing he had ever felt. Begged me to do it every time after. But youre ego is probably too fragile anyway.”

He snorts again, not meeting your eyes as he plates your food, putting some bacon on the plate too. Finally he turns around, looking into your eyes for a brief second before ripping them away.

He walks over to the table and places your plates down as he takes a chair. You follow him and take your seat, trying to meet his eyes as he very obviously tries to avert his. You can tell you’ve struck some sort of nerve so you abandon the topic, opting instead to compliment his chefing abilities as you take your first bite.

He thanks you, but doesn’t say much else. Tension quickly builds in the room, but not really the good kind. It’s hard to think of things to say and you can tell he’s feeling slightly uncomfortable. Suddenly the feeling of being unwanted floods through you and you feel the need to leave immediately. The feeling hurts slightly, and you blame yourself, feeling ashamed of what you said even though there wasn’t really anything wrong with it.

You finish your plate quickly and go to put it in the sink, but he makes a quick comment about him doing it later. You give him a small smile and he returns it, but it isn’t fully genuine, there's something holding him back.

You make up some excuse about needing to go home right away and all he offers you is a nod. He must see your face fall into a small frown because he pulls you in for a tight hug before you gather your things to rush out of the door. The hug melts away some of the feelings of unease and you wave goodbye before shutting the door to his apartment behind you.

On the way home you think about the way he tensed up when you said it. Maybe what you said was a mistake, but something about the way he looks tells you otherwise. It’s hard to completely explain it, but you know him. If he had been completely opposed to the idea, he would have laughed in your face, waving you off with complete confidence. However it more seemed like the thought was surprising to him, out of his comfort zone perhaps, not necessarily off limits.

Three days pass with absolutely no sign from him. No calls, no texts, no random visits to your house. It hurts, but you know it's temporary. You really hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable and the thought eats away at you. You decide not to reach out either, giving him space to come to you.

Finally your phone buzzes on the table and you brace yourself in case it isn’t him. After days of every notification sending your heart racing in hopes of it being him, you had started to feel a little crazy, but thankfully this time you see his beautiful perfect name flash across the screen.

Jakey Boy

Come over today at 9?

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest and you immediately jump in the shower to get ready for tonight. For the first time in years since being his friend, you actually feel nervous about seeing him. Anything could happen.

After hours of jittery anticipation, you stand outside of his door, trying to find the strength to knock. Almost the second your hand hits the wood, the door is being swung open, and there stands Jake with a smile on his face.

The look he gives you is infectious and your face copies his with a smile of your own. You give him a polite hug and walk yourself into the apartment, setting your bag down on the table before plopping down on the couch.

“So a movie?”

“Yeah maybe maybe…”

He comes to sit down next to you, fidgeting with his hands slightly as he sits farther away than he normally would. You try to hide the slight concern that creeps up on your face seeing him so nervous, but you wait a second to see what he’ll say.

“Sorry I didn’t text you. I feel like a dick.”

“It’s okay Jake, really.”

He offers you a smile and averts his eyes once more, settling instead on his lap. Finally breaking the awkward silence, he speaks through a laugh.

“So I thought about what you said…”

“Oh really?” You pretend to be surprised at what he;s said, however you knew immediately when he opened the door for you that this visit was going to be about… that. He blushes making your chest feel a bit warmer. He almost never blushes.

“Yeah I did. I’ll let you do it, and well…” He shoots you a smug look. “I don’t think you can, but I’m willing to let you try.”

He lets the statement settle for a moment before giving you a slight smirk and you can tell he’s made himself a lot more comfortable with the idea over the days of waiting.

“Are you sure Jake, we don’t have to.” You try to hold back your feelings of excitement by sounding genuine, but he knows you want it just as bad as he does. “No, I want to.” He rushes out, clearing his throat and laughing at himself slightly.

You give him a sweet smile and he stands up, making your heart drop. Maybe you weren’t ready to start right this second, but to your relief, he only walks over to the wine cabinet - probably a better idea. When he comes back with two glasses and a nice bottle of Pinot Noir, you rub your hands together excitedly.

He pours you both a generous amount and you get started right away, drinking back the silky red liquid.

“So what made you change your mind?”

“Well to be honest, I looked it up. It was pretty hot. Decided… fuck it. Well no, that’s a lie. I wanted it, wanted to see what it would feel like.”

His vulnerability makes you feel proud as he meets your eyes with a shy smile. The mutual trust feels almost tangible as you both let yourselves just look at one another. You scoot closer to him and rest your elbow on the couch to lay your head in your hand, gazing at his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

“Yeah it is pretty hot. For me too.”

You look at his lips for a moment, watching as his tongue smooths them over. He takes another sip of the wine and you do the same.

After a few minutes of some light conversing and finishing a glass of wine, he fills both your glasses and you easily drink down another one. The talking turns to giggling before a comfortable silence finds its way over the two of you. You can tell he’s acting a little more on the reserved side so you decide to reach in for a kiss.

Obviously you’re nervous too, but not terribly since it’s only Jake. It makes you happy to know he trusts you with this as well. And fuck you are excited to watch him fall apart…

When his lips meet yours they're timid at first, only lingering at your bottom lip, but you roughly pull his shirt to bring him closer as you instantly slip your tongue past his lips. He lets out a moan as you sneak your hands into his freshly washed hair, tugging slightly at the root, the sounds he makes setting you wild.

You straddle his lap and he pulls you closer to him as your hands travel over each other. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and what you’re doing so you slow it down a little, opting to just tease him with your tongue, licking a stripe up his parted lips.

You pull back as you both open your eyes, staring silently at the other through deep breaths. You take the opportunity to slide off of him, settling in your place on the floor, gazing up to his sweet chocolate eyes.

You watch in real time as the realization hits him too and he delivers another shy smile. It’s funny seeing him like this, almost bashful, so unlike the way he usually acts. But you love it all the same. You love the feeling of power that it gives you, before you’ve even started.

Your hands slide up his legs to run up his thighs, stopping short of the growing bulge in his pants. His eyes follow you as your fingers work to unbutton his jeans before sliding them off. He picks up his feet to help you pull them off completely before he’s sitting before you in just his boxers.

You’ve never seen him past this point. You’ve only ever gotten the pleasure of using your imagination, which, admittedly you’ve done a lot. It’s the kind of excitement that makes your heart pound against your chest until you can hear it in your ears and feel it through your dripping panties.

Your eyes flick up to his in question and he gives you a slight nod. He lifts his hips off the bed, but you gently push them down, hoping to savor the moment before going further. It’s your turn to put on a show for him now, so you hold his gaze while your hand slides over his erection. He sucks in a gasp as you feel him through the thin fabric, eyes never leaving yours.

He feels hard and warm against your palm and you squeeze gently before sitting up on your knees to reach him with your mouth. Your cup your mouth around his length, traveling to the tip through the fabric. He lets out the most beautiful sigh at the slight contact.

If he’s already being this vocal… this is going to be fun.

You shoot him a flashy smile and hook your fingers in his waistband. Garnering anticipation, you pull them slowly down until his hard cock slaps against his stomach in a way that makes your thighs clench together.

The sight of it makes your mouth water and you have to physically push away the urge to swallow it down. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’ve imagined this moment many times before, but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size of him.

You can't help slightly gawking at its thickness and length. The way the head is slightly pink and already dripping precum out of the slit. All you want to do is taste him, but that will have to wait…

You look up to see him shifting nervously on the couch and you reach out to smooth your hand over his thigh again, ready to go as slow as he needs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I am, just a little nervous.”

You smile to yourself at his complete shift in demeanor. It’s hard to believe this is even Jake right now, letting you do this.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you Lovey. That’s why you’re here.” He rolls his eyes, but cuts the action short to give you a genuine smile.

“Are you ready?”

He gives a slow nod and you kiss the skin of his calf which rests on the floor. Giving him an encouraging look, you push his legs further apart and watch as his eyes widen for just a moment.

“Can you pull your legs up baby?”

“Like this?”

He gives you a playful smirk, obviously feeling more comfortable in his role for the night as he hikes his legs up on the couch. He looks so beautiful, so fucking sexy spread out on display for you that you swallow back a moan at the mere sight of it.

“Yeah… like that. Perfect.”

His eyes flash with something, a look of appreciation for your praise, something you will so happily give him if it means watching him like this.

You’re just about to reach out and touch him, but you remember something rather important.

“Wait, do you have any lube?”

“Uh no, why would I have that?”

You laugh slightly, realizing he’s probably right in that it’s something he could go without, considering…

An idea forms in your head, one that makes your heart beat a little faster. In a risky move, you sit up on your knees to bring your fingers to his mouth. Surprising you and himself, he opens for you, spreading his pink tongue out all the way.

His open wide, sparkling up at you as you slide two fingers, as gently as you can, to the back of his throat. He emits a soft gag around them and you bite your lip. You take the collected saliva and bring your fingers back down. He watches attentively.

Slowly and carefully you press your fingers to him, just applying slight pressure and you begin to circle them around his entrance.

His brows knit up in pleasure as his lip is tucked between his teeth. A small whimper escapes him so you press in a little further. His mouth falls open as his head tilts back, showing you his bobbing adam's apple that you want so badly to lick and suck at.

He forces himself to look back up and meet your eyes with a smirky grin as you press just the tip of your finger inside him, watching as his expression turns timid and a shaky moan falls from his open mouth. His legs tense up and you place a hand on his thigh as you press in just an inch.

“Fuck, I think I like it…”

He already sounds fucked out, voice quiet and quivering as the confession slips out of him. You hum in response and present him with a little curl of your finger. He moans again, gritting his teeth and hissing slightly.

“Feels good Jake?”

“So good, give me more, please.”

“Now who’s desperate?”

You smirk at him again as his eyes narrow in annoyance. “Shut u-“ His protest is cut off by a short gasp that's followed by an airy sigh as you press your finger all the way in.

His voice raises in volume and he moans a curse that sounds more like gibberish. His cock twitches as you start to pull your finger out, stilling it halfway to push back in.

“I didn’t know- I didn’t know it would f-feel this good…”

“I told you.”

You pull your finger out to rub slow circles around his tight entrance, getting ready to add another. He watches, breathing shallow as you rub both over him, just teasing. You pull them away, letting a trail of your own spit fall onto them before circling over him once more.

His eyes follow your fingers lazily, chest rising and falling and stomach muscles tensing when you start to push them in. You can't wait any longer so you push them in as far as they’ll go and he lets out a deep groan that makes the wetness in your panties grow significantly.

You curl your fingers up and his voice raises an octave. He lets out a dreamy whimper that makes him sound so soft and sweet.

“Fuck.. do that again, right there right there.”

You bite your lip as you start to pick up a rhythm, pushing in gently and curling up then pulling out and repeating. “You want my fingers right there Jakey?”

“Yes, fuckk.” His string of curses turns into an incoherent mess as you continue to work him. He jerks up every few seconds, relaxing back into the cushions with a choked out sigh.

When you pick up the speed a little, adding the slightest thrust to your movement, he loses it, moaning your name over and over again.

“Y/n please please, y/n please, y/n… y/n.”

“I know I know, just relax and take it baby.”

You rest your head on the couch just underneath the underside of his thigh to watch your fingers work away at him, breaking away every few seconds to watch the way his face tenses up, making sure he’s still enjoying it. His eyes are mostly shut right as his teeth are bared and short breaths of pleasure are sucked in.

“Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum Lovey…”

He opens his eyes and meets yours, looking almost scared as it builds up, slowly starting to wash over him. He looks like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It’s hard to keep going through the need to just feel his lips on yours, his anything on yours.

He starts to clench around your fingers, cock twitching and mouth hanging slightly agape as his moans get louder.

“Do it Jakey, just let it go, be a good boy for me.”

Your final words of praise push him over the edge. His legs fall from his grasp as he lets out a guttural moan that hitches and turns into a sweet little whine through the air. Your fingers pump in and out of him as his whole body contorts until a thick rope of cum shoots out of his tip, landing hot on his tummy.

You take in the sight before you and let out a small whimper, but he’s too far gone to notice. His head falls back into the pillows and you gently slide your fingers out of him.

You rise once more and he tilts his head back down to watch you. With the most innocent look you can muster, you lower your head to his stomach and stare into his half lidden eyes as you lap up his warm cum, moaning and letting your eyes close as it passes your lips.

You take the time to clean up every last drop before leaving a little hickey in its place. You pop off of the skin and look up to him, extending your tongue to show him his prize. You then swallow it down, giving him a small smile as he watches you. Without saying anymore, his hands reach for you, desperate and impatient as he pulls you closer to him.

It surprises you when he pulls you in for a kiss but you gladly return the action. He kisses you with fervor, grasping both hands around your face to pull you as close as possible. You weave your hands in his hair and part your lips to let his tongue slip past. He licks into your mouth, biting your top lip and you let out a whimper.

He pulls away to kiss along your neck, sucking in little purple marks until he makes his way to your ear.

“That was fucking amazing. Thank you. And I’m already fucking hard again. You make me so hard.” He rasps against the shell of your ear, voice sounding so needy and gone, but also rough and ready.

“It was my pleasure.”

You turn to look at him and can see he’s thinking about something. There’s a momentary pause before he brings his mouth back to your ear.

“You could use your mouth you know… if you wanted. I just, saw it in the video and though maybe-“

You pull away from him and look at his face. He looks shy again, small, but still a small smile dashes across his features.

“You want me to?”

“Well if you want…”

“But you want me to? It’s okay to ask for what you want.”

“Yes.”

You pet his hair as you smile down at him, feeling both proud and unbelievably turned on. It takes increasing difficulty to ignore the wetness he’s created between your thighs, but you’ll do it for him if it means making him feel good.

“Aww pretty boy Jakey wants my mouth in places he shouldn’t?”

Your heart skips a beat when you watch his cheeks flush a deep pink. Something about the power you have over him sparks something inside you. Something that wants to please, to get a reaction. "You can only imagine that’s how he must have felt when you were at his mercy."

“Maybe I do.”

You kiss him again, just to feel his lips on yours. The wet sounds you make when your mouths connect should make you feel ashamed, but you simply forget to feel anything other than him. He moans into your open mouth and you seal the kiss with your tongue. Breaking away once more you stare into his eyes, trying to get a sense of what those pretty little thoughts are inside his head.

You give him a smile as you move in to kiss his neck, trailing down to the flesh of his stomach, to the base of his cock while your hand comes up to stroke him. He flinches as you squeeze around him, dragging your hand up and down his length as your mouth finds the tip. You draw it into your mouth to swirl your tongue around before letting go with a little pop.

You tease the underside of it with tiny kitten licks until he’s a moaning mess above you, but you stop all together making him whine in protest. You lick a slow stripe from the underside to his balls, licking and kissing at the skin before moving even lower.

His breathing quickly becomes sporadic as you deliver a quick swipe of your tongue over his entrance. You feel him tense up at the contact, but quickly melt away at your touch. You lick over him once more, slow and long, letting him feel all the movements of your tongue.

You’re sure the visual is absolutely obscene and you can feel his heated stare on you. His eyes watch with such rapt attention that you know he loves it. You close your eyes for a second, letting yourself imagine what the two of you must look like… you decide you love it too.

Your hand comes up to stroke along his length again as you sway your head side to side with your outstretched tongue running over him.

“Fuck, do that again, please.”

His begging is delicious and serves to deepen the ache in your soaked cunt. Stroking him a little faster, you repeat the action, letting your tongue curve into the shape of him as it passes back and forth. He lets out another dreamy sigh and you switch back to delivering slow long licks.

Something about the vulgarity of the whole act makes you feel so alive, so full of fire, ready and willing to do anything if it means watching him feel this good.

You lift off of him only for a split second to spit into your hand, gathering slick to stroke over his length faster. He groans in appreciation as your tongue swiftly makes its way back, delivering small flicks over him with every stroke.

You pick up a pattern of the small fast flicks then slow languish ones that linger with a circle motion. You can tell he likes it because his toes curl and his breath hitches, and his cock twitches wildly in your hand.

Just the very tip of your tongue dips inside as your hand squeezes him and the mixed action makes him gasp tiny intakes of breath that make him sound so sweet. “Mmsoclose.” He struggles out through a shaky moan, hardly sounding coherent.

His legs spread wider on their own accord and your hard begins to move up and down his hardened cock faster, this time with a purpose. To your surprise, his strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, pulling your mouth closer to him. You seal your lips around his entrance, sucking in as your tongue laps over him once more.

He curses loudly and pulls you in even closer as you repeat the motions over and over again. You can feel him clenching and cock jerking as it begins to spill out of him. His open mouth babbles scattered noises, some rough and low others high pitches and whiney until his hand strongly grips your hair to the point of there being pain, accept you can’t seem to care.

You continue to work him with your mouth and hand until he rips you away, struggling to catch his breath. Your hand still wraps loosely around his cock and you stroke it a few times, just to watch the cum slowly leak from the tip.

“Fuck.” He looks to you as you stand, dropping your hand from him.

Unable to ignore the built up heat between your legs any longer, you rip off your shirt in one move and quickly undo your bra. He watches awestruck as you quickly rid yourself of your sweats and panties. His eyes fall to your chest, traveling down over the length of your body until a smirk appears on his lips.

“I still think you’re the desperate one.”

“Shut up. Let me ride you.”

It’s hard to recognize yourself as the person speaking, but It’s been the one thing you’ve been able to think about since the moment your eyes landed on his beautiful thick cock.

“I don’t know, I- I want to, but I don’t have another one in me.”

“You don’t have to cum, please it’ll only take me a few minutes, I need to cum so badly. Need your cock. Please Jake.” You don’t care that you’re begging, don’t care how embarrassing you must sound, you just need him. Right. Now.

“Okay yeah, come here Lovey, take a seat.”

Smiling, you climb over him, reaching back to position him as you slowly slide down, sighing at the slight stretch. When you bottom out, you grip your hands into the meat of his shoulders and watch his eyes stare at your bouncing tits when you start to move up and down.

He feels so big inside you, so warm and perfect. Every time you sit down fully, feeling his skin against yours, you can feel the weight of him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. You tilt your head back, letting out a moan before the sound of him gritting his teeth painfully pulls you back, making you completely hault your motions.

“What’s wrong?”

“It's just so… sensitive.” His eyes are still shut tight as he speaks.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Just a little, but… just keep going, I want you to cum, wanna see it all over my cock.”

You frown, not wanting to cause him even a second's worth of pain, but when he sees that you won’t move yourself, his strong hands find their way to your hips and he holds you up so he can thrust his hips up to meet you. The swift action catches you off guard and your hands fall from his shoulders to rest on his knees behind you instead.

Something about him submitting himself to discomfort to please you makes you feel like some higher power, some god. All the power tonight has been rushing to your head, but it feels too good.

You watch his eyes flicker back and forth between your bouncing tits and connecting bodies and his eyes squint every few seconds. He looks so fucked out and he continues to snap his hips into you until his breathing becomes heavy and yours short.

Everytime he drives into you you can feel yourself coming a little more undone. Every pointed thrust hits at the exact perfect angle and you know it's only a matter of time before you completely lose it. He loses his rhythm, taking a break to rest his aching muscles before picking up an even faster and harder speed.

Your legs serve to be useless by the way he’s using all his strength to hold you up, so you have no choice but to sit limp and take the merciless thrusts he gives you. Something about the sudden loss of control makes your head spin and tightens the coil threatening to snap inside you.

“Fuck, Lovey you gotta cum, I can’t-fuckingtake it much longer… please, give it to me.”

His eyes shut tight and his brows knit together and that’s soon your body starts to shake. You can feel yourself coating him as he continues to drive into you, showing no signs of stopping. The sounds you’re making are absolutely unholy but you couldn’t be bothered in the slightest.

You mutter his name over and over again until you can’t see straight. It takes you a second to realize how hard you’ve been gripping his shoulders so you release the hold as he begins to slow his movements. He comes to a stopping point and your vision clears until you see the marks you’ve made on his skin. He doesn’t even seem to notice, all he can look at is his cock sliding in and out of you until he stills deep inside.

You take a breath, regaining your footing as he shoots into you one last time, just to see the way your body shakes and clenches around him.

“Oh my fucking god, felt so good.”

He doesn’t respond, just looks at you dreamily, different than he’s looked before, like something has changed. You lift off of him and sit next to him on the couch, not caring in the slightest of the wet mess between your thighs. You lay your head on his shoulder and his hand immediately goes to stroke your hair, like a magnet to a metal.

“You know, no one has ever made me cum twice before.”

Your head perks up. “Really?”

“Yeah really, you’re the first.”

“Oh so I totally won the bet.”

“You did, you earned it.” He laughs slightly.

“If I made you cum twice, for the first time ever, what does that make me?”

“Well every Sex God needs a Sex Goddess.”

You giggle against his warm skin.

“I’m serious though. Is my sex goddess doing anything this friday?”

“No, why?”

“Can I take you out?”

“Like on a real date?”

“Yes Lovey, like on a real date.”

#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fleet #greta van fic #smut #romance #fluff #angst #sub jake #this is just filth

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hedgehog-moss · 2 years

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I decided it was time to start transitioning the pasture dwellers to their winter diet, so I gave them a little bit of hay tonight for the first time since last spring, and Pampoldine was puzzled and dubious. She probably doesn’t remember the last time hay was on the menu, she was too little...

Since she wasn’t certain she could trust this new food, she wanted to eat it out of her mother’s mouth, just like the baby elephants in that book I talked about once! Aww.

Pampe’s reaction was not “aww.”

Elephants are angels but llamas are only human. (Or something.) Pampe just kept looking at her daughter then looking at me with a WTF expression.

After being rebuffed by her mum, Poldine tried her luck with her uncle donkey.

Pirlouit also declined to share his pre-chewed mouthful of hay, but more politely, since she’s not his own child. (There’s nothing worse than accidentally being too mean and making a kid cry in the presence of the mother.)

Since Pampe’s answer was still emphatically “No, get your own hay”, Poldine in a huff resolved to give up on hay forever and go back to nursing, even though she’s almost weaned by now and has been eating grass for months.

Pampe wasn’t too pleased but seemed to decide it was worth it if it meant getting to eat her dinner in peace. Parenting is about exhausted compromise.

#crawling along

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moxfirefly · 4 months

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"Of course I want them. I want them so much I can barely breathe but I'm not going to force it. If they come to me, it'll be on their terms. Not mine."

For Donnie or Mikey x reader (F) please? Maybe reader is the one saying that line 👀 jealous, fluff or smut scenario, you can choose! Thank you for opening your requests, you always deliver great pieces! ♥️💫

Oh this line hits! And I think Mikey is the guy for it and I think I’ll tweak it a bit if you don’t mind. Thank you for your kind words! Means a lot 🖤

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Mikey wanted to believe that his eyes were deceiving him at most, maybe not working at worst.

Because he really saw some peculiar stares on your behalf.

This whole crush thing was trickier now as an adult. When he was younger, crushing after April had been easy and fleeting.

Now? Some days he couldn’t chase away your scent to safe his life, he couldn’t remember what life before your proximity to him used to be. When had a song sounded better than the ringing of your name, carefully collected consonants and vowels crafted to melt on his tongue.

What had life been before the ache of watching you leave? The insane joy of watching you come home to grace his presence with honeyed bliss?

He felt silly, somewhat dumb, over all hopeless.

This all felt like a curse some days too. Not having the luxury of being topside with you, getting to experience the city night through you.

The wind picked up, cold little pin prick reminders of what he was. Mikey was fond of this roof, maybe because your building was across it, maybe because if he squinted hard enough he could see what your little life in your little apartment was like, and how he could fit into it.

“You plan on sulking all of patrol?” Raph’s deep baritone carried the chilly air as he sat on the ledge.

“I’m not sulking, that’s your job bro.” He was hugging his knees, chasing away the chilly air or maybe because he was truly sulking.

“That broad’s got you bent outta shape, you never got like this with Ape.” Because that had been childish puppy love, and somehow Raph couldn’t see that this ached for real.

It especially ached because there were too many moments where he swore you’d say something first, that you’d cave in and say something about the elephant in the room.

“I like her, she’s—she’s different.” It doesn’t do it justice but he doesn’t want to get mushy with Raph right now, not when his head isn’t cooperating and his heart feels heavy.

“Different alright, wants to hang around with a brat like you, laughs at your shitty jokes, caught her staring at your biceps once.” Raph numbered the facts on each of his fingers, nonchalant but aware of the gas he was pouring.

“Where ya going with this dude? Aside from giving me hope.” And hope was a tragic little word for their kind, something more akin to a light sprinkle of salt on a small wound.

“What I’m saying is, just go after her, tell her the truth. Ya want her, right? She probably wants ya.” Raph popped a toothpick in his mouth, an old habit dying too slowly.

“Of course I want her. I want her so much I can hardly breathe but I’m not going to force it. If she comes to me, it’ll be on her terms. Not mine.” It hurt to say it, it hurt to admit out loud that this was a luxury he couldn’t afford due to what he was.

Raph’s gaze soften, it wasn’t fun seeing his baby brother going through something that had his head spinning this badly. He reached out and clamped a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate squeeze of sympathy.

Mikey watched the building, swore he saw the light on your apartment come alive. Flooding the modest little living room, he could picture you tossing your stuff with a huff and a sigh, before settling into the normalcy of your routine. He felt his phone vibrate, pulling it out to see your name on the screen. It was enough to lift the black cloud.

Not enough to chase the storm away in his chest.

“Hey, angel, outta work finally?” He greeted you, that perfectly timed sigh of ‘fuck yes’ not (yes) sending a jolt through him.

“Are you still out on patrol? I got those disgusting heart attack inducing burgers from the bodega you like, wanna come over when your done being a superhero?” You cooed affectionately, he could hear the rustling of the bay.

Raph watched the smile, a smile only you were capable of sculpting out of Mikey.

He hoped, he hoped for a chance.

A chance at you two enjoying this little life.

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short-honey-badger · 2 months

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Peppermint Tea 30 - All Blends

Alright. We're jumping around quite a bit here. Also, I'm doing my own thing with the OP timeline. I tried to keep it as close to Canon as I could in the beginning, but we're gonna go a little off course now. Hope ya don't mind!

Warnings! Mihawk and Shanks have a pity party, and some smut happens. Out reader gets some company she really doesn't want.

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Mihawk cradles brow in one hand, his head pounding in a hangover. After his Angel had ended the call, he and Shanks had cracked open the “good stuff” as the redhead called it. He must have passed out still sitting in his chair, and the young man had curled up on the loveseat tucked in the back corner of his study. He wipes his eyes, grimacing at the state of himself. The warlord had definitely let himself go in these two weeks.

How could he not when you had sent him away? Told him to leave with such a cold look that he had no idea how you felt about all of this other than utter betrayal? Mihawk couldn't get his mind off of his angel. Were you okay? Were you getting enough to eat?

He and Shanks had taken up a lot of duties around the cottage as the weeks passed. Doting on you and making sure that you and their baby wanted for nothing. Shanks liked to cuddle you close on the couch, making sure that you couldn't move while Dracule uttered around the house, cleaning up after a lazy week and taking care of the early morning chores.

“I bet she'll have red hair and big golden eyes just like her daddies,” Shanks murmurs into your ear, his single arm curled around your waist and holding you to his chest. You blush at his words, eyes closed as you imagine a little girl like your lover describes, laughing and playing in the shallow waters.

Mihawk leans against the wall that separates the kitchen and living room, a fond smile playing on his lips as he watches his two dearest ones laid up on the couch together.

He pushes himself back, wobbling to his feet and groaning when his stomach sloshes dangerously. His head feels full, mouth dry, and cottony. Every step makes the pain in his head spike, and Mihawk shoves at Shanks’ shoulder when he makes it to the loveseat.

The redhead makes a sound closer to a wounded elephant than a human, cracking his dark eyes open to glare at Mihawk. The warlord shoves at him again. He sighs heavily before shifting to lay on his back. Satisfied, Dracule draps himself over the broader man, tucking his face in the crook of Shanks’ neck and sighing when he feels an arm sling across his back.

The two of them lay there for a while, dozing off at some point and waking back up to find a more comfortable position before dozing back off.

Dracule wakes to the feel of nails scratching his scalp. He hums low in his throat, pushing his face into his tan skin and pressing his lips along the sensitive skin. He leaves a smattering of kisses there, lips quirking up when Shanks tightens his arm around his waist. A soft groan leaves the younger man when Mihawk shifts up to run his lips along his scruffy jawline, and his eyes crack open when Dracule kisses him.

The kiss is slow and steady, a sweet push and pull that stays innocent. Mihawk pulls away and rests his head on his lover's chest, pillowed on the strong pecs there, eyes sliding shut until he breathes deep and gets a whiff of them both.

Mihawk jerks his head up, lips curling in a sneer. Neither of them have taken very good care of themselves and had continued their self-destruction after you had called, wallowing in self-pity and lamenting about their shitty choices.

“I never should have told her, Shanks,” Mihawk bemoans into the glass of hard liquor. The redhead stares down at his lover and shakes his head at the wreck slumped over his desk, “Perona has not stopped her incessant whining. I know I'm in the wrong.”

“I know, baby. She'll call again, though. I'm sure she will,” Shanks murmurs and then pours them both drinks. He leans his weight into Mihawk. “She just needs some time.”

After you called last night and more or less sober and hungover, Mihawk wasn't very inclined to continue his beder. Hawkeye wonders where the ghost girl had run off to. He vaguely remembers shouting at her a couple of days into his self-destruction. His head hurt too much to think about that right now.

Mihawk shoves himself up from Shanks, making the redhead huff and trying to pull him back down.

“Let me go, Shanks. We need to get up,” Dracule grumbles at the younger man. He has to wrestle his shirt out of the redhead's grip and quietly curses him when it causes Mihawk to tilt dangerously to the stone floor.

“Noooo. Stay here. It's cold, and you're warm,” Shanks whines and makes a grabby hand at his hawk.

“Red, we stink worse than a dive bar. I'm getting up to bathe,” Mihawk hisses right back and finally stands from the loveseat.

“_, would kill us if she saw us like this. Come on. We need to clean up.”

It takes a bit more coaxing for Shanks to get up, and he's all but useless in trying to direct to the bathroom. The redhead is still drunk as hell, and Mihawk has to sling the Emperor’s arm over his shoulders to get him going. Dracule grumbles all the way to the bathroom and drops Shanks on the nearest stool. He sways to the side, only to jerk back up when Mihawk smacks the side of his face just hard enough to sting.

“Wake up, Red. I am not washing you.”

Shanks pouts, hand holding his sore cheek as he gives Mihawk the best stink eye he can muster up right now. His hurt feelings dissipate the moment his woozy mind catches up to where they are, and his eyes zero in on Mihawk when the older man begins to undress.

He watches his hawk peel away his shirt, exposing his muscled back and tapered waist. Shanks feels his mouth run dry, and he wants more than anything to explore that smooth expansion of flesh with his teeth and tongue. To leave behind his own marks. He keeps watching, cock hardening in his pants when Dracule shucks off his pants, giving Shanks an excellent view of his backside and creamy thighs that he wants wrapped around his waist. He can't help the groan of want that leaves him when his treasure bends over to turn in the faucet.

Dracule glares at Shanks from over his shoulder, cheeks coloring when he notices those stormcloud eyes eating him up. He whips back around and gets into the hot spray of the shower, ignoring how his thighs tremble and his dick twitches in interest. He begins to wash, body relaxing at finally being clean, and a weight he didn't realize was there lifted from his shoulders.

It doesn't take long for Shanks to join him, and though he said he wasn't going to help the younger man, he did. Taking the loofah from the redhead and motioning for him to turn around so that Mihawk could scrub his back. He scrubs that shaggy red mane until Shanks looks more like a poodle than human. He huffs at the image, feeling forlorn when he thinks of you and how you would have snickered at the two men being silly.

Mihawk washes his own hair while Shanks stands under the hot spray of water, watching the way the water ran down that perfect body and feeling hungry. He waits until Mihawk and he swap places, watching the warlord rinse his hair before Shanks drops to his knees, hand coming up to curl around one muscular thigh.

Dracule jumps at the sudden touch, opening his eyes and glancing down to see Shanks kneeling before him. His cock floods with blood, and he almost feels light headed with how quickly it happens.

“Let me make you feel good, baby,” Shanks murmurs into the thigh he isn't holding. He kisses the inside, teeth nipping at the delicate flesh and making Mihawk jerk in his hold. He looks up, smirking when he notices the flush on his lover's face and the barely there nod he received.

Shanks releases the leg he holds, smoothing his hand over the older man's hip and digging his thumb into the dip of his waist. He relents and keeps going, fingers gently stroking the sensitive skin of his tests before wrapping around the base of Dracule's dick.

He pumps the other man, eyes landing on the bead of precum that wells up, and he leans in and licks it away before the shower could claim it. Mihawk hisses at the kitten licks, one hand finding the wall while the other slips into Shanks’ hair to hold tight. He leans in, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and suckling lightly, tongue rubbing teasing circles on the bottom of his length.

Mihawk curses quietly, hips jumping forward to find more of that welcoming heat. Shanks eagerly takes more of him down, jaw dropping and throat relaxing until his nose bumped against Dracule's pelvis. He swallows around the cock in his mouth, humming low in his throat and loving the way that Mihawk clenched his eyes shut and ruts into his mouth without abandon.

Dracule loves it when you suck him off, but Shanks has always been the best at giving head. The man had zero gag reflex and had had no problem when Mihawk became rough, fingers tangled in those red locks and moving Shanks the way he wanted. He fucks that sinful mouth, teeth bared as his orgasam crests closer and closer to he edge.

It's a surprise to both of them when cum floods Shanks’ mouth, and the redhead’s eyes flutter as he swallows It all down, lips and tongue massaging the length In his mouth until it grows soft and Dracule it pushing him away, grumbling about how sensitive it is. Shanks presses his face to a pale thigh and looks up through his lashes at Mihawk.

The hand in his hair loosens and gently strokes the wet hair out of Shanks’ face, and he aims a tiny smile at the younger man. The two of them stay in the shower until their fingers prune and the water runs cool. They dry and dress in clean clothes, leaving the bathroom for the kitchens where Shanks tries to help Mihawk cook breakfast.

The two men hover around one another for the rest of the day, hardly leaving the other's side. Mihawk puts away the alcohol and wonders outside, breaking in the gloomy air of his island. Shanks stops beside him, arm hooking around his waist and pressing his cheek to the other man's.

“I hope she calls soon,” he murmurs quietly.

Mihawk nods, pressing back into the redhead's scratchy cheek, chest tight and full of worry for his angel so far away from them.

“Me too, Dear.”

~~~~~~Line Break~~~~~~

One month ago

In the New World on Whole Cake Island, Wiseman ran through the palace halls, dodging servants and children alike to get to his captain. He is stopped outside of the courtroom by her guards, but they let him pass after confirming who he is. Inside, Big Mom and Katakuri are speaking, and Wiseman waits patiently for his Captain to acknowledge his presence.

“Well, if it isn't one of my oldest crew, what brings you back here? Hmmm?” Big Mom demands of him from a top her sentient cloud.

Wiseman bows low and then straightens back up, giving his Captain a lopsided smile.

“I overheard something that may be of importance to you. Red Haired Shanks has apparently found himself a woman. One that happens to be the lost princess to the Nammi Isles. I tracked his ship, and her island was back in Paradise, close to Little Garden, safe and tucked away beside the Calm Belt.”

Big Mom grins, plans already forming in her mind about which of her sons she could marry the little brat off to. This was the perfect leverage she needed to get to his brother, too.

“Well done, Wiseman. Take whoever you need and go retrieve our lost pet, would you?”

Wiseman grins, and dips his head, “The pleasure would be mine.”

~~~~~~Line Break~~~~~~

Tomura was glad that his crew was full of marines who could be called competent most of the time. The other half of the time, the devil fruit user wondered why he kept them around. However, his crew must be able to tell that he wasn't in the mood for any kind of nonsense they could stir up. He'd left the backwater island as swiftly as he could after Smoker had informed him of the rumor about his sister. However, the Grand Line was unpredictable, and the weather had turned to shit not a week into their journey back to the safe house on his sister's island.

If the rumor had already made its rounds, there was little doubt that Big Mom knew about his sister. The thought of the Emperor getting her fat, grubby hands on you made Tomura's blood boil, red eating at the corners of his eyes and he's broken more than one railing on the ship in his rage.

The same private from earlier hadn't left his side, always ready and eager to help his Vice Admiral with anything Delemur may need. Nitchell was also incredibly curious about what had sent his superior into such a tizzy.

He shoved his brown hair back under his cap and went to the Vice Admiral's side, standing at attention until Tomura rolled his eyes and told him to stand at rest.

“What do you want?”

Nitchell licked his lips. He wanted to ask, but he also didn't want to be tossed overboard.

“Orders were to head to Dressrosa and help mitigate the damages that the Straw Hats left behind, Sir. But we're going back to Paradise.”

Tomura glared at the horizon. They were finally making good headway and would make it to the navy sanctioned area of the Calm Belt in the next day or so. He cuts his eyes at the private, turning to give Nitchell his full attention.

“You want to know why?”

The private nods, and Tomura sighs heavily, leveling the younger man with a narrowed eyed look.

“Not a lot of people know I've got a sister out there, and I think she might be in trouble.”

~~~~Line Break~~~~

Present Day.

Perona had left three days ago, and you felt even more lonely than you had before she'd shown up. It had been nice to catch up with the other girl, however, and assured her that you would call her if you needed anything.

You sat on the couch, curled up on your side with Mihawk's coat draped over you like a blanket, wearing one of the redhead's shirts like usual. As the weeks passed and your belly grew, you found that none of your clothes fit you anymore. It's been a slap in the face that had made you break down for the third time that day.

Sukuna and Hank lay with you. The fluffball curled across your swollen belly, and your shaggy dog lay over your legs. The record player belted out a slow tune that made you think about Mihawk and had mist gathering in your eyes. Fuck. You missed your boys so freaking much.

Hank wishes that his human would start feeling better. She'd been down and sad for so long that the scent of her angst was stuck in his nose. He knew that Sukuna fared no better than him.

His ears twitched when the crashing of the ocean waves broke, and his sensitive ears picked up the sound of loud human voices jeering and yelling. Hank raises his head, curious if it were the same humans that the redhead led, but he didn't hear anything familiar about any of the loud sounds. He looks Sukuna's way and sees that the cat's ears are flat against his skull and knows that whoever is on their island aren't nice people.

You jerk up when a low growl erupts in the room. You have never heard Hank make that sound before, and before you know it, Sukuna is joining him.

Outside, Neal bleats loudly, his sensitive nose picking up the scent of humans who don't belong here. He circles back and forth in his pen and bleats again, louder this time to get Hank and Sukuna's attention.

Snow sprouts out around you, fear curdling in your stomach as the animals continue to show such aggressive behavior. Hank and Sukuna jump off the couch, the cat's tail lashing, and he hisses at you when you go to follow them, making you jerk back in hurt.

“What the hell is going on?” You demand, and that's when you hear the sound of yelling, men and women stomping up your path from the beach. Your eyes go wide, and you are quick to run to your bedroom, finding your snail phone and booking it out the back entrance, Hank and Sukuna on your heels.

You have no idea who is on your island, but you have a horrible feeling about it, and you do not want to be found.

From here you can see the silhouette of a group of about fifteen people, you can't make out any faces, but one of them has a shirt that sports a familiar jolly roger, and you know who is on your island at that moment.

Somehow, Big Mom had found you.

You circle around them, heart in your throat as Hank and Sukuna keep close to you. You run the length of the thick forest and curse your island for being so damn small. The only place you could hide would be the caves up in the mountains, but even then, there were hardly any big enough for you to fit inside any of them.

You aren't sure how much time has passed by the time you make it up the short mountain, but you are exhausted, and your feet are killing you. You would have used your devil fruit, but after a long talk with Mihawk and Shanks, the three of you agreed that using the fruit would put you and the baby in far too much risk. Who knew what could happen if you turned to snow while still pregnant.

Thankfully, Hank had led you to a cave that the three of you could fit inside. Your heart ached for your chickens and Neal, and you could only hope that the pirates had left them alone.

With trembling hands, you dial Mihawk's transponder snail, but it rings and rings without an answer. You curse as tears fill your eyes, terror eating away at you when the sound of yelling could be heard getting closer.

You could hear them calling out your name, assuring you that you were safe and everything would be alright. Lies. All of it.

You dial Perona next, and thankfully, the ghost girl picks up after a couple of rings.

Ca-lick

“Hello? _, is that you?”

You sniff loudly and clear your throat, “Perona. I- I need help. I think Big Mom's crew is here.”

You hear Perona curse loudly and yell for one of her stuffies to hold the wheel of the ship she'd taken from Gloom Island.

“Are you safe? Have you called Mihawk?”

“He didn't answer. Please, get a hold of him. I'll keep trying on my end.”

Perona quickly promises the same and then hangs up after demanding that you be careful. You promise to try and then end the call, quickly ringing for Mihawk again. You try Shanks next and could have cried when the transponder connects.

Ca-lick

“This is Beckmann.”

“Ben!” You cry and clutch the snail to your chest, sobs coming in hard at hearing his voice. If Ben had answered, then Shanks had to be near, “I need help! The Big Mom pirates are here.”

You hear him curse even more colorfully than Perona, and then he assures you that he would get Shanks back on the ship as soon as possible. You thank him and then hand up, fingers shaking as you try Mihawk's number again and again.

The sound of hissing and Hank snarling grab your attention, and you jerk your head up to see a gaggle of lights coming up the mountain. You press yourself into the cave, dragging Hank and Sukuna close to keep them hidden, but it is all for nothing. Your heart jack hammers when the lights crest the rocky pathway, and you are greeted by the sight of two men looming over you. One is older with well kept Grey hair pulled into a half bun. He wears a three piece suit and has a vile grin on his face.

The other is short and stout, arms jointed in two separate areas and dressed similarly to the older man. He looks just as gleeful to see you as the other one.

“Looks like Red Hair was right, Wiseman,” the short one says and leans in close, sneering down at you.

“Big Mom will be pleased.”

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sleepyangelkami · 8 days

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pls do more of carl grimes😭🙏🙏 (can be smut or fluff idrc🤭)

TROUBLE ADJUSTING c.grimes

☆ WORD COUNT - 2.1K

CARL GIMES X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - there was a heavy difference between travelling the roads filled with dead people walking and alexandria, a place that you fear is too much like the old world. you have some trouble adjusting, luckily your boyfriend carl doesn't mind you using him as a human shield.

☆ WARNINGS - anxiety, social anxiety, obvious attachment issues, aged up characters, (2) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

the roads were unlike anything you'd ever experienced in your entire life.

the prison wasn't exactly the best option but it was safe and it was secure. it kept the dead out and the living in. when you were at the prison, you were never told to leave the grounds. perhaps that was why the road had been such a shock to you and not the others.

you thought when you and the others got off the roads and found a new place to settle down, things would mellow out.

and by things, i mean the elephant in the room between you and carl.

you and carl had been dating for quite some time now. you'd always been close, you supposed. but on the roads? he was your safe haven. you slowly began isolating yourself into just you and him.

though he never minded, of course.

if anything, it put carl a little at ease, knowing you were always so close to him. during the prison, he worried tremendously about you, where you were during the night, what you were doing. you two weren't permitted to sleep in a cell together, at that stage.

but rick's rules began to disappear when death began to slap him in the face over and over. if anything were to happen to any of you, he'd like to think you lived doing what you wanted, what made you happy.

besides, you didn't really have anyone other than the grimes' family.

michonne and you had moved into the large grimes' house in alexandria. rick and michonne were at one end of the hall, judith's room somewhere in between and then it was carl's room. you didn't like to call it your room seeing as it wasn't your house. but the grimes' let you know that it was as much your house as it was theres.

"you wanna go for a walk or something?" carl questioned causing your head to move from his shoulder.

you and carl had this sort of ritual of reading comic books together since the beginning of the breakout. you were thankful that at least that didn't change now that you were in alexandria. "do you want to?"

carl shrugged, debating. sure, he wanted to. at the same time, he worried for you. it was evident that the change hadn't been good for you. once so bubbly and outgoing, you'd sort of shrunk into yourself. now, you didn't even feel all that comfortable talking to rick. "why not? the place is huge."

that much was true.

you'd never seen a place as huge as this, even before the breakout. you only worried that you may run into someone on the way.

"what's going on up there, baby?" his finger tapped against your head, bringing you back.

with a bitten lip, you tried your best to conceal the obvious anxiety bubbling in your chest. "i don' know... i jus' don't wanna see anyone."

"we don't have to." he shrugged his shoulders. "we'll just keep reading the comic." before relaxing back into the pillows of his bed.

but you couldn't leave it at that. "but you want to. you should go without me." feeling bad that you were restricting him from doing the things he wanted.

he could only chuckle lowly. "don't be silly, angel. wouldn't go nowhere without you." he didn't realise it, but truthfully, it had been the most comforting thing you'd heard all week.

you'd had so much worry caught in your throat about going out and meeting people that you began to think you were weighing the others down, too. "but i feel bad." you mumbled, voicing your feelings to the only person you felt like you could.

carl was quick to shush you. "i was just suggesting, maybe another day. y'know, now that i think about it, i'm kind of in the mood for hot coco and a movie, what d'you say?" though he was already getting up from the bed.

you sat criss-cross legged on the bed, practically pouting at him. "you don't like hot coco." you informed him, knowing what he was getting at.

"why can't you just let me do something nice for my pretty girl, hm?" lifting out his hand to you and letting you take it.

carl would never force you to talk to anyone.

a couple more days in the new community passed and rick was beginning to get worried. of course, he knew you and carl weren't normal teenagers, you never would be after the things you'd experienced in your lives. but he wanted you to be as normal as could be, and that included at least trying to make friends.

obviously, the man hadn't picked up on the obvious anxiety that followed you like a dark cloud over your head. so, he made arrangements with the blonde woman who lived down the street who had a son about your guy's age. who had a girlfriend and another guy friend. rick thought there would be no harm in at least meeting them. and if you came back to the house, not liking them, then he wouldn't force you guys to go back.

simple.

or at least it should have been.

you were sure you were shaking like a leaf by the time you made your way to the white door from across the street. worried you'd be looked at oddly, you didn't hold carl's hand, though you stayed silent, behind him.

the woman, jessie anderson, let you in with a smile on her face.

then you met her son, ron. "so mikey and enid are upstairs waiting for us, got some cool games if you play."

"uh, sure." as much as carl wasn't the awkward type, he still felt sort of odd in someone else's house. perhaps that was because he never experienced the whole 'teenager sleepover' thing.

you followed carl up the stairs, staying eerily close to him. you heard ron talk, even crack a joke. carl laughed and made a joke back. but truthfully, their words fell on deaf ears for you. your eyes travelled around the house, glancing to the family portraits hanging and so on.

you didn't look back until ron opened his bedroom door, allowing you both in and shutting it again. "hey guys." a boy with black hair whipped around and the girl who was sat on the bed, comic in hand, didn't bother looking up.

"oh, hey." the boy didn't exactly say hi to ron, more so to carl and you.

"hi." the girl spoke, not so much as looking away from the pretty coloured pages.

"so, this is mikey." pointing to the black haired boy who nodded swiftly before turning back to the gaming console he'd been playing on. "and enid." the girl who finally glanced up, eyeing the two of you before nodding. "and guys, this is carl and... sorry, what was your name again?"

three pairs of oggling eyes on you. you felt your own eyes widen and your mouth part, a little dry. suddenly, your own name was caught in your throat.

"y/n." carl responded for you, loud and proud as if he'd wanted to boast about you. "her name's y/n." instinctively, you found yourself shuffling closer to the boy, trying to make yourself as unseen as possible.

you swore you didn't leave his side the entire time you spent there. he got comfortable on the ground, back against the bed while ron sat above you two, at the edge, mikey on the desktop chair and enid, now on her second comic.

"so, how long you two been together?" you glanced up at the sound of mikey's voice. he was a well put together boy, expensive sweater and a collared shirt beneath. you were suddenly thankful for carl's dirty boots, cowboy hat and loose flannels. "been third wheeling these two for like forever. i know a couple when i see one."

carl and ron both huffed out a laugh, you did not. "yeah, we've been together for like forever too." carl's head turned to give you a graceful smile, one that had your cheeks turning a light pink before smiling back ever so softly. "hey, where's the, uh, where's the bathroom?"

you were almost tempted to grasp his arm and tell him you were coming with.

"just out the hall, first door to the right." ron answered, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"thanks, man." carl's baby blue's turned back to your nervous face. "i'll be back in a second, okay?"

you nodded, though you could feel the colour drain from your face without even looking in a mirror. carl left as quickly as he could, deciding that the quicker he left, the quicker he would be back. "so..." ron voiced again. you suddenly wondered how much he liked the sound of his voice, seeing as he wouldn't stay quiet for longer than a full minute. "not much of a talker?" you nodded your head softly before hearing the loud crash on the video game, jumping a little. "jumpy too huh?" you breathed out a sigh, shying in on yourself.

"don't worry." enid voiced, only now choosing to speak. "you get used to the noise again."

this caused your head to spin, what was she talking about. and without even having to ask, ron answered your question. "enid was on the roads too. i heard your group was on the road for a while, how was it?"

how was it?

"scary." you answered shortly, turning backwards and feeling your hands become clammy.

if there was one thing you wanted to forget, it was the roads. every day, it seemed as though you were loosing someone else. every day, you faced death and it stared you back right in the eyes. panic would come over you, wheeze it's way through your lungs.

carl would always hold you back, close to him as he stabbed his way through walkers with the others. but even that was a comfort to none.

every day, you were living, wondering if it'd be your last.

"i'll bet. i couldn't imagine living without my xbox." he snorted before pressing the shooting button again and letting bullets fly. it was now that you wished carl was next to you again, at least then you could squeeze his hand 'til it turned purple.

you wondered if everyone here was that shallow. if everyone only worried about their xbox or their stupid assets that in the long run, meant nothing.

"so, what do you think about alexandria?" this time it was mikey who'd asked the question.

"scary." you huffed out again. "but a different kind of scary."

"intimidating." enid answered for you. "it'll be like that for a while but you get used to it, just like the noise." you could tell that she was one of the good ones. the ones who don't care about silly things like objects. you could tell she'd seen the horrors you had, too.

"thanks." you mumbled, sheepishly glancing down to your fingers.

soon enough, carl returned from the bathroom, catching onto your face full of anxiety. he excused you both, stating that his dad needed help rearranging furniture or something or other. stupidly enough, the others believed you and soon bid a goodbye.

when you left, it felt like you could finally breathe again. you let out a breath of relief, fluttering your eyes shut and opening them again. carl was careful to peer at your face. "what'd you think?"

"the girl's nice." you mumbled.

"yeah? think so?" you could only nod in response. "well that's good, maybe you guys'll become friends. and the guys?"

you shrugged. "ron talks a lot." this caused carl to grin, a laugh puffing out from his cheeks causing you to do the same. it was much easier to laugh when it was just you and carl, even after everything you two had been through. "did you like 'em?"

"i guess." he gently nudged his nose against your cheek. "nothing compared to you, though." you couldn't help but roll your eyes, pretty smile dancing on your cheeks.

you huffed out again, noticing the way your chest suddenly felt clear of knots. "that was scary." you spoke honestly.

carl nodded his head, understanding that it wasn't exactly your thing. "it'll get better, though. just takes some getting used to." you couldn't agree more. "you're just having a little trouble adjusting, that's all. but you got me, right?"

the boy's elbow nudged you causing you to giggle softly and lean against his shoulder. "yeah, i got you."

he pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your hair. "c'mon, let's go pick out another comic."

now that sounded like fun.

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homoqueerjewhobbit · 3 months

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The symbols of the Alethiometer in emoji:

Alpha & Omega - 🅰️🅾️

Anchor - ⚓

Angel - 👼

Ant - 🐜

Apple - 🍎

Baby - 👶

Beehive -🐝🐝🐝

Bird - 🐦

Bread -🍞

Bull - 🐂

Camel - 🐫

Candle -🕯️

Cauldron -🫕

Chameleon -🦎

Compass - 🧭

Cornucopia -📯🍇🥭🌽

Crocodile -🐊

Dolphin -🐬

Elephant - 🐘

Globe -🌎

Griffin -🦁🦅🦂

Helmet -🪖

Horse - 🐎

Hourglass - ⏳

Lute - 🎻

Madonna - 🤱

Marionette - 🪀🪆

Moon - 🌚

Owl - 🦉

Serpent - 🐍

Sun - 🌞

Sword - ⚔️

Thunderbolt - ⚡

Tree - 🌳

Walled Garden - 🧱🥀🧱

Wild Man - 🧔

#On my death bed I will say “I may never have finished a novel but at least I posted on tumblr all 36 symbols of the alethiometer in emojis”#His Dark Materials #The Golden Compass #alethiometer #philip pullman #post o' mine

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jungle-angel · 6 months

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The Snow Song (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: It's a shitty, frigid night and your son is restless due to the noise, but in the dark of winter, Bob always shines a light for you and your family

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe

The wind continued to howl outside, rattling the gutters and spraying snow against the windows of your home, yet you and Bob remained snug in your bed, the whole house warmer than ever.

"Alright so correct me if I'm wrong," Bob said, wiggling his feet underneath Pumpkin so that she would move to your end of the bed. "But when we get back from vacation in January, we're dissecting The Silmarillion right?"

"Yep," you chuckled.

"Oh fuck me," he sighed.

"Gladly," you answered cheekily.

"You do realize that book is almost five inches thick right?"

"I do Bob but that's beside the point," you answered. "The main lesson block on Tolkien is gonna last more than four weeks anyways."

Bob had been about to say something when the wind began to howl even louder, the whimpering cries on the baby monitor growing a little bit louder. You had been about to get up, pushing aside the books, notebooks and papers splayed across the bed, but Bob's gentle hand guided you back to your spot.

"I've got him (y/n) don't worry about it," Bob assured you.

You watched your husband, in only his tight grey boxers, leave the room for a minute or two, only to come back with the baby who slept in the nursery room next door. Auggie's tiny little form was snuggled against Bob's well muscled chest, covered by his soft blue baby blanket and his Dumbo elephant lovey clutched in his tiny hand.

"Shhhh, my sweet boy it's ok," Bob whispered to the frightened little baby who curled into him. "It's just the wind."

You couldn't explain it, but you felt a warmth beginning to fill you, seeing Bob gently bouncing your son in his arms and softly singing to him as the wind continued to pelt your windows. His cries quieted once Bob began to sing, his lips ghosting against Auggie's tiny, sensitive little ears.

"May it be an evening star Shines down upon you May it be when darkness falls Your heart will be true You walk a lonely road Oh, how far you are from home

Mornie utulie Believe and you will find your way Mornie alantie A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadow's call will fly away May it be your journey on to light the day When the night is overcome You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utulie Believe and you will find your way Mornie alantie A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now"

You felt your eyes getting a little misty. Bob had such a beautiful voice when he sang that even the music teachers at the school had commended him, especially Mr. Sheppard, the choir teacher. To hear him singing to Auggie, your precious little angel, filled you with nothing but pure love for your husband and son.

"Alright buddy," Bob said, drawing the little nesting cradle to the foot of the bed. "Time to go back to sleep."

Bob very carefully lowered Auggie into the nesting cradle, his tiny form all snug and cozy in the warm, cushioned flannel bedding that fit his little form. Bob placed his blue blankie over him and tucked him in, the baby sucking away happily on his pacifier and clutching his Dumbo elephant lovey in his little arms.

"Bob that was beautiful," you croaked, wiping away a tear.

"Oh sweetheart," he chuckled, drawing you into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

You broke into a laugh as you and Bob cleared away your teacher materials and set them aside on the nightstand. Bob turned out the lights and wriggled his foot again, a signal for Pumpkin to go wherever she needed. With a meow, she slipped into Auggie's bed and curled up beside him, the whole house falling asleep amidst the storm that raged outside.

"Love you Mrs. Floyd," Bob mumbled, kissing your cheek.

"I love you too Mr. Floyd," you whispered back.

Your fingers laced together as his head came to rest against yours, the both of you warm under the thick quilts, flannel sheets and the duvet that kept you both warm.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #teacher!bob #teacher!bob x teacher!reader

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whatsupbomb · 2 years

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👄 Random facts about nakshatras in vedic astrology 👄

ROHINI nakshatra is associated with infancy when a baby is still drinking breast milk. Rohini natives have a big jaw because babies are sucking mom's breast. They also tend to have rabbit teeth. They're liked by children. It's easy for them to connect with them. For example, Angelina Jolie is Rohini Sun. Her kids like her more than father Brad Pitt and even defend her from father

DHANISHTHA nakshatra natives ruled by a lioness are very protective of kids. Especially, if they're adopted by them. They often play a role of someone else's mother. They're good at upbringing kids and giving them stability in life

UTTARA ASHADHA nakshatra ruled by a mongoose can't stand manipulations and lies. In nature mongooses tend to violently kill snakes. Uttara Ashadha natives might scare snake nakshatras like Rohini (male snake), Mrigashira (female snake), Uttara Bhadrapada (deep sea serpent), Ashlesha (deity naga: human with a snake body). Uttara Ashadha natives are bad at receiving compliments because they think this is a form of manipulation

NAKSHATRAS ASSOCIATED WITH EARS tend to constantly have sensory overloads. They're hypersensitive towards any vibrations, especially, sounds. They often wear earphones, sunglasses, multiple layers of clothing and don't like to go to the public places. Especially, they hate parties. These nakshatras are elephant nakshatras Bharani (male elephant), Revati (female elephant), Ashlesha (body organ: ears), Shravana (meaning: to hear), Uttara Ashadha (symbol: elephant's tusk). Watch "Kiss Sixth Sense". The main character Cha Min Hoo has sensory overload and he also has big ears

MOON NAKSHATRAS look youthful and act infantile. They have strong maternal instincts and represent feminine energy. Females are drown to them. Especially, to Mrigashira nakshatra (deity Soma who controls the Moon), nakshatras ruled by Moon (Rohini, Hasta, Shravana) and Taureans since Moon is exalted in Taurus. Them looking youthful comes from a fact that Mrigashira's deity Soma ruling over Moon is also a drink of youth

PUSHYA NAKSHATRA has deity Brihaspati who's a personification of a planet Jupiter. Pushya natives are very controlling and demanding. They're good at managing people and increasing their capital. Good nakshatra for bosses since it's symbol is cow's udder which makes Pushya natives very resourceful and responsible for the well-being of other people

NAKSHATRAS ASSOCIATED WITH FEET are good at dancing and cheerleading. They have to constantly get rid of their stagnant energy by moving their body. They tend to have strong stamina and high sexuality. These nakshatras are Bharani (body organ: feet) and Shravana (symbol: foot print)

SNAKE NAKSHATRAS are good at performing in front of dozens of people because they know how to hypnotise them with their moves and sounds. They often want to work as a news presenter, journalist or reporter because these jobs include lying and manipulating which snakes are good at. Snake nakshatras are also responsible for occultism, sorcery and hidden messages

SNAKE NAKSHATRAS also have elastic body regardless their body weight. They can become really good belly dancers or strippers

HASTA NAKSHATRA is ruled by fingers. Hasta natives are good masseurs, magicians, tricksters, hairdressers and make-up artists

BULL NAKSHATRAS SWATI AND HASTA are very scary when angry. They have an unstable mind which occurs because of chaotic childhood. They have calm animals like cats to sedate them

UTTARA PHALGUNI NATIVES don't like to get noticed because they have an alien-like appearance and character since they're ruled by rare white tigers. They're true outcasts. Nobody wants to hire them or help them get an education because everyone expect them to scare people

MRIGASHIRA NAKSHATRA is the nakshatra related to having cosmic connections. Mrigashira natives are very receptive of energies. They're clairvoyant. They often receive signals in the form of angel numbers, prophetic dreams, songs. They can telepathically connect with their loved ones when they need any help. People can come in their dreams to spend time with them. They're good at interpreting tarot readings and astrological charts

BHARANI NAKSHATRA means "the bearer". Bharani natives dream of becoming a parent since their childhood. Bharani males often take on a role of the mother of their kids. Bharani males are more feminine than their female partners. They might often cry because Bharani is associated with pregnancy and hormonal disbalance

ASHWINI NAKSHATRA is the nakshatra of princesses. Ashwini natives have high-pitched voice, strong connection with animals, good fashion sense and royal manners

KRITTIKA NAKSHATRA is the nakshatra of bisexuality. It's deity is Agni, god of fire and self-sacrifice. He's known to be married to both goddess Svaha and Moon god Soma. Hinduism emphasises that Agni represents a feminine role. So, Krittika natives might have a relationship with multiple people at once

"Agni had same-sex sexual encounters that involved accepting semen from other gods. In the text of Kathasaritsagara of 11th century, it is mentioned that Shiva forced Agni to receive his semen. The semen caused a burning sensation so it was dropped into the river Ganges; and Kartikeya was born for Shiva"

KRITTIKA NAKSHATRA is the birth of Sun (male fertility), Adam. ROHINI NAKSHATRA is the birth of Moon (female fertility), Eve. Rohini nakshatra is associated with Garden of Eden. Rohini is represented by a female snake. Some theories say that Eve was a naga (human with a snake body). Credit to maria.saalas on Instagram

PURVA PHALGUNI NATIVES are the laziest because this nakshatra is associated with bed pleasures and sexual satisfaction. They want to be praised by their partner and are dominant in sex. Usually, Purva Phalguni females have masculine energy unless they have a strong masculine partner. They tend to date weak men who can't stand for themselves and get what they want in life. For example, Purva Phalguni Moon and Ascendant native Bella Hadid who's dated The Weeknd who bullied her in his songs and disrespected her by leaking her voice messages in his songs

It's said that ASHWINI AND BHARANI NAKSHATRAS have the best compatibility. Ashwini's organ is top of foot and Bharani's organ is sole of foot

KRITTIKA NAKSHATRA is associated with leading a healthy lifestyle and fish because in mythology Krittika's deity Agni turned into a fish to avoid his job of delivering sacrifices to gods. Krittika natives might be very religious and worship the gods

PURVA BHADRAPADA NAKSHATRA NATIVES ruled by a lion are well-mannered and obedient. They will serve you only if you'll give them resources. They want to receive a good wage for their hard work. They will quit their job if their boss will disrespect them

CHITRA NATIVES ruled by a tigress like to live a luxurious life. Their symbol is bright jewel or pearl which are really expensive. They're true gold diggers. It's easy for them to find money resources and attract the rich. For example, Chitra Sun native Kim Kardashian who's worked for a wealthy hotel heiress Paris Hilton. Kim also has Chitra Pluto which is responsible for your family financial situation

DHANISHTHA NAKSHATRA (lioness) is associated with lesbians. While PURVA BHADRAPADA NAKSHATRA (lion) is associated with gays

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