#i know there are sooooo many of these but I couldn’t resist

[mermateys]

Ed Teach + text posts

#ed teach text posts #edward teach #our flag means death #taika waititi #ofmd #blackbonnet #blackbeard #ofmdedit #i know there are sooooo many of these but I couldn’t resist

[annknnwa]

Always wondered why people liked darker kinks, kinks like cheating, cuckholding, denial and so on. I always enjoyed the more happy side of sex, the vanilla pure joy sex. But oh Trinity, I just couldn’t resist.

Trinity was always a popular girl, more notorious actually. Always surrounded by rumours that she was a massive slut, that she sleeps around, it was no wonder that guys would give her their undivided attention. In the unlikely event the rumours were real, maybe they could enjoy her too.

But things were never that simple. While the rumours were true, not just any guy could participate. After all, Trinity was the queen bee, the top prize. To many, she was the dream girl, the dream fuck, the most wanted. But to me, Trinity was a friend.

I’ve known her since our Polytechnic days. I had always done projects with her and been the “parent friend” for her, giving advice when requested for, mostly for relationship and love. It was through those conversations that I realised Trinity sleeps around quite a bit. Having multiple FWBs, she would satisfy her intense libido.

Over time however, I also found Trinity was very obvious with who she wants or who her next target was. To start she was very touchy. Always accidentally touching your shoulder or arm, accidentally pressing her breast on your back when trying to see what you were seeing. But her butt was the biggest tease, both in size and effect. That perfect, tight, firm ass was in a class of its own. Nothing she did to tease me ever worked, until she sat in my lap while working on a project, attempting to tease me. I never had any desires for her, but how could you deny that butt. No man or god or being could.

But I didn’t realise what she had planned, and how she would corrupt me.

Meet Habi, her most loyal FWB, her most desperate and her most played with. Habi had feelings for Trinity for a long time, but Trinity only used him for pleasure. What he lacked in size, he made up with effort, and that was enough for her. Habi was her most frequent FWB, until me

“I don’t really like him anymore, You’re gonna help me replace him, but I don’t want to just drop him, I want to break him”

“Why? Why be cruel? Just drop him and move on you don’t have to hurt him?”

“Oh this isn’t for him, it’s for me. I want to drop him, but I want to satisfy my kinks while we’re at it, and you’re gonna help me my bull :)”

I knew she had something planned, but i didn’t know how bad it’d be and how it’ll flip a switch in me.

“Hey what do you have planned my queen? Why the blindfold and why did you bind me?”

Trinity had invited habi to her place and gave a sorry excuse that she wanted to try something new.

“Oh please, I want to try something new, I want to be in control and for you to have absolutely no control”

Trinity continued to sweet talk to Habi for a bit all while he was blindfolded, not realising that while she was whispering sweet nothings to him, her bare ass was grinding on my cock.

“Oh you were always sooooo sweet to me. Always tryiiiiingggg to please meeeee, with your tinnnnnyyy cock”

Trinity was already slowly pulling his pants off, and seeing his tiny meat, i let out a chuckle

“who was that? is someone else there?”

“No one is there, don’t be silly, why would I-”

I couldn’t help it, her bare butt, her pink pussy was just inviting me to touch it. I had to stick a pinky in just to feel how wet it was.

“Stop he’ll know, give me a while more please daddy”

She whispered to me, and gave me a wink. She was saying no but she was pushing back on my two fingers inside her. But her saying Daddy, was the final straw.

I grabbed her waist and gave her the hungry look, a look that told her I’m having you now, and you’re gonna take me

A small wiggle of her butt and I knew she was ready.

“Okayyyyyyy surprise Habi! I’m dumping you! Meet my new bull”

She ripped off his blindfold and as she did she plunged my cock deep inside her pussy. She let out a deep shriek as my cock kissed her womb, poking the deepest part of her pussy. Her body shuddered as it got used to the biggest she ever had. Even her thrust was overestimated, sending her body into an instant orgasm even before we started moving.

“Wha- what’s going on, who is he? Trinity….?”

Habi was crestfallen, not angry, not shocked but his spirit was destroyed.

“Please Trinity, don’t do this” he continued to beg as she came over and over, as she screamed louder and louder in pleasure. Hearing him beg and sob almost made me slow down, but something flipped inside of me, I got harder. The pace was slow because she needed to get used to the new size, but it was too late, a kink was realised and I grabbed her waist tighter.

“DONT FUCKING STOP, KEEP GOING OMG IM GONNA CUM AGAIN”

Trinity was grabbing onto Habi’s shirt as he sat there bound, unable to move, watching his idol get used, fucked and filled over and over.

“GOD, I CANT USE ANY OTHER COCK ANYMORE, NOTHING WILL MAKE ME CUM LIKE THIS AGAIN”

All this time, Trinity didn’t realise that her fucked up way of dropping FWBs made me discover a new kink of immoral sex, and the thought of stealing her from someone who wanted her just turned love making into fucking.

“CUM INSIDE, FILL ME, MARK ME, IM YOUR WOMAN NOW, GIVE IT TO ME”

Shouting this while staring at habi inches from his face, Trinity caught on that it turned me on. With one hard thrust, I pierced right into her womb, and pumped her full of cum. The motion pushed her forward and made her kiss Habi on the lips. A final kiss goodbye for him on the lips, a kiss in her womb for my cock. She was mine now, and Habi was the first witness.

“Sorry Habi, but you’re just too small and this thing-“ kisses my cock and licks off the remaining cum “this beautiful cock is gonna fill me up over and over again, just like tonight”

Trinity loosened the restraints but Habi just sat there, crying into his hands, while cum dripped out of his cock, feeling ashamed that seeing his girl get her mind fucked out and leaving with another man made him cum.

“I’m sorry” I gestured to him as I left the room with trinity, knowing damn well, I was gonna fuck her till we couldn’t walk.

“Ya know, I meant what I said. No other cock is gonna make me cum again after what you did. And from how much is dripping out of me right now, Id say you enjoyed it too?”

I nodded sheepishly, feeling embarrassed that she was spot on. She grabbed my cock again through my pants and started rubbing it

“Well I have a few more FWBs to drop… Wanna do this again?”

Another story request! Back to my fucked up cheating and stealing fantasies. It was really fun to write this story!

Thanks to @slxttytrinity for the request and pics for the story. Though some of the content was way more explicit, like actual um content. I used non-explicit content for this post cause it’s a fantasy after all, use your imagination to think of what trinity actually looks like, ya perverts. Check her out too! She’s a ton of fun to talk too :D

Send in your requests! I write strictly from my perspective so if that’s what you’re looking for, drop me a dm! Till the next fantasy :)

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 7: Then Again

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Everyone’s got regrets they might wish to go back and change, but then again, you would have never gotten here

Word Count: 3,304

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, honest conversations, hiking, cuddling, soft intimate shower, oral sex (f receiving), p in v protected sex, lotsa kissing, praise and lowkey size kink, swears

Author’s Note: O. M. G. This is the first time I’ve written smut, so I wanted to make it super soft and loving like I feel really pairs for this couple. Nine months into the relationship, wowza. Talk about true love, somebody pls find me a bear of a man like this.

Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It’s my favorite on the entire album. It just kinda puts warmth and longing into my chest, so I hope the vibe matches what I’ve written.

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“Yes Mom, I promise I’ll be safe.” You looked into the camera of your phone as your mom looked right back at you.

“As long as you promise. I don’t want you eaten by a bear, but apparently you’ve got your own bear of a boyfriend to ward them off.” You laughed along with her own chuckle at that joke.

“Yes, Ari knows these woods well. I have no doubt he’s taking us on a good and safe route.” Your head turned away from the phone at a knock at the door.

“That’s probably him now.”

It was Sunday morning and Ari had asked you on a nice hike with him. The weather was set to be sunny, yet brisk, perfect for a rigorous walk through the mountains.

You opened the door and Ari greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head. “Morning, Duchess.”

He turned to see you were on the phone. “Oh, good morning Mrs.—“

“Ari, please. Call me mom. How many times do I have to tell you?” You both smiled and blushed at that as Ari went into your kitchen and dropped off his things. You sat on the couch, continuing your phone call.

“I knew there was something about that boy the first time I saw him. I’m so glad the two of you are so happy together. I can’t wait to come visit and officially meet him in person soon.” Ari had spoken to your mom on several occasions over FaceTime now, each time garnering more of her respect and adoration, which was rare for her. She always had sky high expectations, and you were her daughter after all, but she didn’t want you to have to face the same struggles she did, both career and romance-wise.

You rolled your eyes, thinking she wouldn’t catch it, but of course she did. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. You know I’m right. I’ll let you go have fun on your date, though. I love you!”

You smiled back. “Love you, too, Mom.”

Once the call ended, you walked over to Ari, watching him bent over and looking through your fridge. You just couldn’t resist the urge to smack the plump, ripe piece of ass in joggers before you. Just as you were winding up, a large hand went and covered both cheeks.

“I know what you’re, thinking, Angel. You’re not gonna get me this time.” He rose from his hunched position, and towered over you, eyes glinting with mischief, pairing with the sly grin on his face. Before you knew it, Ari had scooped you up and plopped you back on the couch, peppering your face with kisses and tickling your sides. You were helpless, kicking your legs from under his body, doing your best to fight off the attack.

“Ari, quit it! I give, I give, you win!” You squealed through your giggle.

Ari’s hands and lips stopped their assault, but he didn’t pull away, instead, leaning in and putting a fat kiss on your lips. “Get on your hiking boots! We’ve gotta go before it gets hot.”

You nodded and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Help me tie them?”

Ari’s head drooped down as he sighed and grabbed your boots off the floor. He could never say no to that look. He kissed each shin as he slid the boots onto your feet. “Anything for you, Duchess.”

You helped by tying one of the shoes as Ari tied the other. He was just such an expert, having to do this everyday for however many years now. Looking at the single knot you had made on your right shoe, he untied it and pulled the laces tight, making his own double knot in its place.

“You’re so much better at that than me.” You huffed. He laughed back, kissing the wrinkle away from your forehead that showed up when you were frustrated.

“Nonsense. You’re great at it. I just like ‘em extra secure.” He grabbed your hand and helped to lift you off the couch, the two of you putting on your hiking backpacks and heading out the door, ready for the trail.

Your hike was filled with amazing views and sightings of so much wildlife. You truly loved seeing Ari in his element, as well. He constantly checked on you as he led you through the winding trails, pointing out his favorite spots and, of course, stopping for snacks and photo ops.

He could tell when the exhaustion was starting to creep in, but luckily by that point, the two of you were nearly home.

As you came back, Ari started on heating up the leftovers from dinner the night before. You went out to your back porch which overlooked the rolling landscape, rich with colors of green and rocky gray, mountains graced with snow caps when you looked up at the peaks surrounding you.

Ari came out carrying two warm plates of Thai food from the good place in town and you snuggled up on the couch of your patio furniture and ate together.

He grabbed your plates and set them aside, as the two of you chatted, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Ari pulled you close so your back was against his chest, his strong arms tight around your waist. He wiggled to scoot until his back was up against the arm rest, finally placing his head on your shoulder as the two of you settled.

Ari kissed your neck, his beard lightly scratching the sensitive skin, as you sat there pensively. “Ari, do you ever wish you could go back and change things? Go back to a time that was simpler, where you didn’t know what it was like to live through so many hardships? Do it all differently?” You felt his chest heave with a sigh and he exhaled out of his nose, the warm air hitting your collar bone.

Ari let the question hang in the air for a moment, thinking over everything in his life while he formulated an answer. “If I could go back, I probably would’ve held onto my old Bronco. It used to be my grandpa’s, and it was getting old, so I traded it in for the truck. I probably would’ve visited him down in Atlanta a little more, too, before he passed.”

You nodded as he hummed, thinking of more things. “I probably would’ve stuck around for graduation, finished my degree so I could become rich.”

You giggled as his chest rumbled behind you. “I’d probably apologize to Savannah for wasting her time, would’ve hung out and vacationed with my childhood friends a little more….”

“Had a little more patience, or sent a few more prayers to heaven, but I don’t know if that all was really in the cards. If it were up to me, who knows where I’d be? I look back at all of that. The heartbreaks, the hard goodbyes, they led me here.”

You turned to look up at him, his gaze distant in thought before he looked down at you. “If it was all different, though, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my whole world in my arms, stealing kisses on a Sunday afternoon. Sure, there are a few things that I might’ve changed if God put me in charge, but then again, I would have never met you.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes at his words. “Why? Is there anything you regret?”

You laughed and sniffled as you shook your head. “No. Not at all.” He used his thumb to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I feel really dumb right now. I was gonna say something stupid like buying bitcoin to be rich. Or like, maybe just not date at all until I found you. But you make a great point. I wouldn’t have come up here if it weren’t for all that. I think I love you too much to regret anything that led me here. Anything that I thought was a wrong turn definitely turned out right.”

He shook his head, laughing along with you, kissing away the rest of your tears. “Trust me, I love you more.”

The two of you sat there, basking in each other’s presence, before you began to become overly aware of the dried dirt and sweat that sat on your skin.

“I, um…. I think I’m gonna go take a shower. Get the outdoors off of me.” Ari nodded and helped you up off his lap, preparing to head home and do the same when you lingered before heading inside.

“Do you want to….join…me?” Ari sprung up out of his chair, head nodding vigorously. He grabbed the plates off the table and ran to drop them in the sink. He watched as you sauntered, hips swaying while you discarded pieces of clothing, one by one, completely naked before reaching the barn door that closed off the master bathroom from your bedroom.

Ari shimmied down his pants with much less grace, shucking off his shirt and socks, before joining you in the steamy room. He watched in awe as you stepped into the water and it ran down the curves of your body. Ari reached his hand under the stream and immediately retracted at the sting of the heat.

“God, Duchess. I love you, but I don’t think I could stand it if the lava you’re standing under burns my skin off before I even get to touch you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bear, it’s not that bad.”

You begrudgingly turned down the temperature as Ari joined you. This wasn’t the first time you and Ari had done anything, but it was the first time you had seen each other fully naked all at once, since you hadn’t fully had sex yet.

You turned around as Ari grabbed your shampoo, gently rubbing it into your scalp. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his fingertips massaging your head, basking in the intimacy and ecstasy of the moment.

“Angel, if you keep making noises like that, I don’t think we’ll ever get clean.” You laughed as you leaned back to wash the shampoo out of your hair.

Ari leaned under the stream with you to wet his hair. You squeezed the shampoo into your hand and began to massage it into his scalp, scratching your nails through his hair just the way he liked.

“Oh, fuck Angel, that’s good.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest.

“If I’ve gotta stop, so do you, mister.”

The two of you continued to wash each other, sharing kisses and feather light touches here and there before getting out and drying off.

Once you had brushed out your hair and Ari’s, the two of you made your way to your bed, sheets freshly washed just the day before. You had your towel wrapped around your body while Ari’s hung low on his waist. Ari held your hips, looking into your eyes, as you slowly backed up until your knees gave out from hitting against the bed.

Ari moved to crawl over you, his towel coming undone as he did so. Your eyes trailed down his firm chest, to his chiseled abs, until you could see how hard he was. You moaned at the sight, watching how his dick twitched in response.

His eyes stayed locked with yours until he leaned down and kissed you, trailing away from your lips and down your neck before retracing the path with his tongue.

You shuffled under him, removing your towel and discarding it on the floor with his, adjusting yourself so your head laid against the pillows. He kissed you again, deeply, passionately, before smiling and pulling away.

“I love you. I’d never change anything about my life unless it meant I could have met you sooner just to love you that much longer.”

You could feel his heavy cock tap against your leg as he kissed down your chest, eyes never leaving yours. You watched intently, lips parted in a light gasp as he finally reached where you were yearning for his touch.

Ari’s biceps bulged when he pulled your legs apart, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. Your breath shuddered at the sensation.

“Is this okay, Angel?” You nodded and whispered back.

“Yes, please. Please keep going.”

Ari’s tongue darted out of his mouth licking a stripe up your slit. Your back bowed as he dove in, licking and sucking. You knew he called you Angel, but his tongue was heavenly.

You let out a high-pitched moan, entangling your fingers through the wet strands of Ari’s hair, using the leverage to grind against his face. He inserted a finger into you, pumping it and curling it against your spot just right. You felt your legs began to shake, but pushed Ari’s head away before you could reach your peak.

“Wait, hold on.” You spoke while still trying to catch your breath. He looked up at you in bewilderment, beard glistening with your arousal.

“What’s wrong, Duchess? Did I do something?” You shook your head, still gasping for air.

“No, no. It was so good, I just, uh…..I want you to be inside me when I come.” Ari nodded, coming back up your body to kiss you.

“Okay.” He whispered back, a soft smile on his face. “Gimme a sec.”

He ran over to his discarded joggers and fished in the pocket to find his wallet where he pulled out a condom. He returned to you in bed, taking his spot between your legs again, and rolled it on. You knew he was huge, and you’d only taken two of his fingers before, but you couldn’t help the anticipation to feel all of him.

“I’m gonna open you up first, okay Angel?”

You nodded and immediately threw your head back as Ari scissored two of his long fingers against your walls, preparing you and stretching you out for what was to come. You wailed when he added a third and Ari swore he had never heard or seen something so beautiful before. The movie that was you feeling this level of bliss from him made him feel warmth and pride through his chest. He needed to be inside you.

Ari pulled out his fingers, swirling his tongue around them and sucking them clean, moaning at the sweet taste. His eyes rolled back and he nearly came from the culmination of partaking in your pleasure up to that point. You couldn’t help but clench against nothing, watching the specks of lust within the love in his gaze after that as he leaned down and framed your face with his large hands. He leaned in to kiss you, then pulled away as his dark blue irises, thin around his blown pupils, shifted between your eyes.

“Are you ready? Are you sure?” It came out breathy and strained. He wanted this as badly as you, after taking everything step by painfully slow step for nine months together.

“Yes, Ari. Please. I just want to feel you so close.”

He nodded and ran the head of his cock

up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before perching at your entrance. He kept one hand at his base, the other on your cheek as he looked deeply into your eyes. You felt the bulbous tip breach your entrance, almost with a pop as your tight warmth welcomed Ari.

“Ah, oh, Angel, you’re so tight.” Ari nearly yelped at the feeling of being inside you. You watched as he couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter closed from the overwhelming pleasure. “I’ll take it slow, promise.”

All Ari wanted was for you to enjoy this as much as him, and when he was able to pry his eyes open to see the way your face was contorted, your eyes as sincere and pleading as his, he knew you were. He slowly pushed in further, accompanied by a deep moan from you. Neither of you were virgins by any means, but something about this moment with Ari felt like being born again, straight into delectation.

He pushed another inch in, slowly, and your hands flew to his broad back, nails digging in the muscles that firmly blanketed his scapulas. His hips jumped at the sting, pushing him in to the hilt, causing you both to brace against each other at the fullness and all encompassing warmth.

His head dipped into crook of your neck, breath fanning your collar bone and beard sending tingles through your body as he sucked on the spot that gave you chills.

Your hands ran down his back and to his ass, pulling him in closer to you, if that was even possible.

“Ari, I need you to move.” You felt him nod against you and his hips pulled out only a few inches before rolling back in.

You breathy moans were close to his ear, spurring him on to keep going faster, pulling out farther and pushing in deeper until the warmth from your core began to climb up your body again. He found a rhythm and could feel as your pussy began to clench.

“Duchess, I can feel you’re close. It feels so good. You’re always so good to me.” His praise pulled you that much closer to the edge, hands grasping for purchase across his back, slipping slightly from the thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck, Angel. So tight. It’s okay, you can let go. Let go for me.” Ari needed you to come for him. He needed to feel your body sucking him in, holding him tighter. He pulled his head from your neck to look into your eyes when it happened. He moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing tight circles and sending you over the cliff you were hanging on.

“Oh god, Ari!” You keened, your ankles locking around his narrow hips as your entire body contracted in ecstasy. Ari wasn’t far behind, the tightness surrounding him causing him to drive his hips all the way forward and spill into the condom. He collapsed over your chest again as he grunted lowly into your ear.

The two of you stayed there for a few minutes as you caught your breaths. He pulled back, his now dry hair draping over the sides of his face and framing yours, making a small world where it was only the two of you. His silky brown locks blocked everything else out. The only thing in existence was your shared gaze, filled with hazy satisfaction and dopey smiles.

Ari leaned down and kissed your lips, and then your forehead before he whispered to you. “I’m going to pull out, okay? You stay here while I go get a washcloth.”

You nodded and gasped as you felt the sensation of the ridges of his dick passing against your walls until you were empty. On instinct you rolled over to your side and closed your legs, still sporadically convulsing from the orgasm. Ari returned and cleaned you up, pulling up the covers and crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer.

He kissed you shoulder and muttered. “I’m so happy to have you. I love you so much.”

You turned over and tangled your legs with his, pulling him in for a lazy, filthy kiss. “I love you, and I’m the luckiest person in the world. Or more like, my whole world was just in me.”

You winked at Ari as his shoulders bounced in laughter at your ridiculous statement. You were drunk in happiness, but neither of you would have it any other way. You slung your arm around his waist and nestled deeply into his chest, a satisfied smile on your face.

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Bonus A/N: as Paris Hilton says, “that’s hot”

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[d-t0m]

I just watched the RotTMNT movie & am crying in a sort of hybrid mess of feelings. So, I have a slight request, if you don't mind. Could I get some little AU doodles of what would've happened if the other three brothers or even April had raised the precious future boy instead of Leo or if his mom stayed around? Maybe a head cannon or two if you're not up for drawing? Whichever you're comfortable with or have the energy for. Love your stuff! Take care! 🐢 ❤️

Sooooo I thought about it and I couldn’t resist the urge (plus I was commissioned with the first drawing) to have Donnie take Leo’s place and I couldn’t stop!!! So I guess it’s a mini comic.

I like to believe a part of Donnie would warm up to Casey after losing his mom, Leo, and Mikey (he wasn’t cold or anything but Casey was just you know there Leo usually watched over him) but would still very much not show as much emotion as he did when he was a teenager. Even as a teenager he was never the type to comfort he was more on the receiving end but for Casey jr he would sure as heck try his best.

It would be the small things for Donnie maybe he would notice that he’s not as fast as the others when raiding or battling the krang so boom he has a grappling hook to swing around on. Casey came back with a lot bruises on his face Donnie can’t have that time to reinforce his hockey mask. And many more things to come after that. Of course Casey will have to go to the past to stop the krang (idk how it would happen in this version) and sadly watch his Master die (I drew a comic of this I’ll be sure to tag you when I post it) there’s no avoiding that sadly.

Anyways….. thank you for requesting this! Definitely helped that I got a similar commission! Hope you enjoy the drawings!

#rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt casey jones #commission #doodle

[gaslysgirl]

birthday sex with Charles? he's a giver for sure, especially on his girl's big day🥰 I imagine him waking his girl up with the best way ever cause let's be real, that beard sure helps... and then making out in the kitchen while he makes her her fave breakfast and before they know it, slow sex on the counter🤤 and after a date in a luxurious restaurant, passionate sex on their big bed all night and he makes sure she's pleased like the queen she is😍 he's so sigh and makes me have sooooo many thoughts bestie

He’d pull out everything darling (or well, maybe not everything 😈)

Charles’ head is between your thighs, leaving kisses on your skin as you start to wake up, his stubble scraping along your thighs.

When you push the sheets aside, you spot your boyfriend with a grin on his face before his tongue buries in your pussy.

He has you cumming on his tongue within a couple of minutes, and he wishes you a happy birthday while you’re squirming on the bed so prettily.

“Wait here, mon amour. I’ll make you some breakfast.”

But you couldn’t resist him as he pulled on some sweats, nothing else, and he went down to the kitchen.

You followed him not much later, one of his shirts draped over your body. Charles is trying to be focused on making the pancake batter, but how can he when his girlfriend is looking so good.

He pulled you on the counter to stand between your legs, your lips on his, your hands roaming over his bare chest.

Charles’ sweats are on the floor not much later, his cock buried deeply inside of you as he fucks you on the counter, groping at your curves under the shirt.

After breakfast is postponed two times already, he spoils you with gifts the whole day, maybe gifting some pretty shoes or jewelry for the dinner that night.

Charles had rented the whole restaurant at the marina, making sure everything was perfect and it was only the two of you.

When you came back home, there was no rush, but still you were eager to feel his body against yours.

He was so good in making it all about you, and after he slowly unzipped your dress and took off your shoes, he carried you onto the bed.

You lost count on how many times he made you cum that night.

He had you in possibly every position, not an inch of your skin left unkissed.

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[asteria-edalyn]

The Story of Kunning Palace 命转皇后/宁安如梦

Started watching the canto dub with eng subs when it came on tvb!! I’ve wanted to watch it for a while but I didn’t want to get another streaming service to watch it. On episode 17 now and I couldn’t resist making a post about what happened so far lol. Please don’t give me spoilers!

I love Ning Er so much. She’s clever, and she’s trying her best to change things, but she doesn’t know everything from her past life and things have changed so she’s having to act on the fly! And I love seeing how she uses her wits in these moments! And how she outsmarts her opponents!

I love the dynamic between her and Xie Wei. The brat and teacher power dynamic? But she’s just as clever as he is? And he’s constantly like, how/why do you keep showing up when shit goes down?? She infuriates him but he’s also sooooo fascinated and charmed by her and he wants to protect her.

So this probs real obvious but I’m gonna put it down here anyway. Xie Wei is the missing Xue Ding-fei and he and the current Xue Ding-fei swapped identities so that he could be sneaky and undercover.

I… don’t think the male cast is very good-looking tbh :”) Zhang Zhe’s probably the most attractive to me. I guess Xie Wei is hot when he’s being all smug and domineering and shit. Also I love how Zhang Zhe (and Ning Er, but more so Zhang Zhe) had been going “You’re working for him too??” like, constantly and getting more and more incredulous but he can’t react cuz he’s undercover lmao.

I feel like this is the start of the second arc, like we’re leaving the palace, the stakes are higher, but maybe I’m wrong. More hilarious moments: when Zhou Yin-zhi tells Xie Wei Ning Er has been kidnapped and internally he’s like: What?? Why??? How??? WHY like girl is gonna make him go grey. And also when she tells Zhang Zhe she told the rebels they’re cousins but they’re in love so they ran away to elope is HILARIOUS. He’s like, why would you tell them that?? But tbh it was a good plan to get them to stop questioning her. And then the rebels acting increasingly awkward around them. Love that the auntie ships them. She’s like, ah young love.

It definitely appeals to me that Xie Wei is so clever but also fucked up. Like not necessarily in a bad way, but man has been through A LOT, since he was like 6. And he’s been plotting and scheming and deceiving for so long, that’s gotta have an impact on his personality.

I have so many fav moments when Ning Er out-smarts her enemies or comes out with the upper hand. A cute recent one is basically the whole “getting the second half of the letter” plot, but specifically when the bank notes reveal her little turtle drawing. So cute!! It’s like she’s saying, hi 👋🏻😙 and then when he shows it to the others and they are just so confused because they don’t have context for the turtle??

Okay wait wait before I end this post I wanna talk about what intrigued me so much about this show in the first place. I’ve always loved reading time travel fix-its, seeing how things change or stay the same, what characters do with what they know and i thought it'd be so interesting for a story to start like a time travel fix it fic, but because the audience doesn't have the established "canon", it's revealed slowly through the story. And then this show showed up on my tumblr and I was like ??? wth this is exactly what I was looking for

Anyway that's it for now!!

#the story of kunning palace #命转皇后 #cdrama #宁安如梦

[laureliciousdefinition]

Wicked Game | pt 2. | Javier Peña X Reader

summary: you struggle internally with the guilt of what you did, but javi is there to distract you.

Rating: 18+, minors get tf out!

Warnings/tags: smut, oral (f receiving), no y/n, afab genitalia

A/N: first of thank you SO much to everyone who read part 1!!!! You guys are the best!!! second of all I have been exhausted the last 3 days bc I started a new job sooooo if there’s anything weird in here just roll with it babe. Enjoy!

Part 1 (read that first!)

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It’s raining when you wake up that morning.

It felt fitting; upon your brain catching up and realizing what you’d done with Javi, your insides immediately felt stormy, be it from the inevitable hangover or from the pure guilt toiling within you. Guilt over cheating, yes. You never thought you were that type of person- you’d spent countless hours consoling your friends over rotten men who’d cheated on them with some younger girl. But the worse realization- you felt guilty because you liked it. You liked the attention from a man like Javier. The cheap-but-honest compliments and the genuine conversation and the sex, god. The sex. When was the last time you’d woken up sore after a night of pure ecstasy like that? You pondered the thought as you moved to the kitchen in search of something to settle your stomach.

Upon reaching the breakfast counter, you couldn’t hold back a smile as you were greeted with two ibuprofens and a glass of water already set out for you. Next to the items was a small, torn piece of paper, clearly ripped from the corner of a takeout menu on your fridge.

‘Had to get to work. If you ever need a friend, give me a call.

-Javier’

The words were followed by a scribbling of a phone number. After taking the ibuprofens and shoving some toast down your throat, you sat back into your couch and turned the note over in your hands. Of course you were interested in seeing him again; he made you feel understood and important and beautiful. Like you mattered. Before you left for Colombia every aspect of your life felt so meaningless, be it work, your marriage, or countless other things. But with Javi, you felt like you were alive for the first time in months. And yes, you felt bad about it- but didn’t you deserve more in life, deserve to feel wanted?

Hesitating briefly, you set the note to the side and picked up the small black phone.

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Javier wasn’t sure what came over him on the way out of your apartment. Sure, he’d had a great time with you the night before, but he was never the type to see his hookups again. He’d made the mistake of getting attached one too many times, and he wasn’t sure he could live through that again.

But getting to know you over drinks in that dingy bar, he felt it. He felt that tug on his heart that always signaled he was getting too close to someone; He felt it when you talked about leaving your life behind for Colombia. When your face lit up after he showed interest in your job. When, after your third drink, you edged the tiniest bit closer in your barstool, crossed leg dangling down and brushing one of his. When he had gone in that night, he immediately recognized you sitting alone. Still in your work clothes, clearly more tired than when he’d seen you before, but still striking him right in his chest.

He saw the ring early on into the conversation and told himself to back off. But you looked at him with those big eyes, hanging on to his every word, and he couldn’t resist you.

When he woke up before you that morning, he told himself that was it. But then as he dressed as quietly as he could, he saw your face pressed gently into the pillow, a soft snore escaping your mouth, and he felt the tug again. So before he could talk himself out of it, he tore off the corner of the Chinese menu hanging on your fridge and wrote down his number for you.

Later on, when he heard his phone ring out loudly in his empty apartment, he felt the tug, and it was the biggest one yet.

“Didn’t think you’d call,” he mumbled into the phone, cigarette hanging off his lips.

You leaned against your kitchen counter, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Why wouldn’t I? You were great company last night.”

Javi found himself smiling around the cigarette, now lit. “Careful, you’re gonna give me an ego.”

You laughed. “Something tells me you don’t need my help with that.”

He laughed in return, and you heard the inhale of a cigarette before he answered. “Ah okay, build me up then cut me back down. It’s a good system, I suppose.”

“Gotta keep ‘em humble.” You joked. “So… I don’t really know how the whole, hookup thing works, but I’d uh… I’d really like to see you again? If you want, I mean. It doesn’t have to be anything, I just-“ you were rambling, and you knew it. Thankfully, Javier cut you off before you could embarrass yourself further.

“Yeah, I’d love to see you again too.” He tried his best to hold back his chuckle at the way you fumbled your words.

You let out a deep sigh. “Okay, great. How’s tomorrow night?”

In that moment, Javi was grateful you couldn’t see him and the grin creeping across his face.

“Tomorrow night is great.”

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The next night, as you got ready for an early dinner, you reasoned to yourself that you were just two people meeting for a meal. It didn’t have to mean anything, it could be purely platonic.

But then he picked you up, knocking on your door before guiding you to his car with a gentle brush of his hand on the small of your back, and you knew you were in trouble.

The storm from the previous morning returned to your chest; it was a battle you’d fought for the last 48 hours. You were cheating, and it was wrong, but Javi was irresistible, and you were so, painfully lonely in the world. And just as it had that very first night, you felt your resolve loosen before dissolving completely. You were going to enjoy yourself tonight.

And that you did; he’d taken you to a small cafe in the town center that served the best arepas you’d ever had. You shared stories, the conversation easily bouncing back and forth, something you’d lacked in your relationship for too long.

“No, me too, I think they’re totally overrated,” you spoke with your fork in the air, emphasizing your words.

Javier squinted into the distance as if he were deep in thought. “Maybe we’re just too old to get Nirvana.”

You shook your head as you chuckled, pulling your napkin up to your mouth. “Who are you calling old? I’m young, I’m hip,”

He rolled his eyes with a smile. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, periodista.”

“When did you decide that was my nickname?” You asked quizzically, before sipping your water.

“When you slammed into me with all your journalism stuff.” He replied matter-of-factly. “Who were you even on the way to see in such a rush?”

A proud smile made your cheeks rise. “I had an interview with ambassador Noonan. I know it’s not necessarily hard hitting, and it was super surface level, but I was so excited to get my foot in the door, you know?”

Javi rested his chin in his palm and took you in. “You shouldn’t downplay your work. You deserve to be excited about getting experiences.”

The raw honesty in his voice made your chest feel tight. He absolutely meant every word he said, and it made you feel so warm it was difficult to look him in the eye.

After an emotionally charged moment, you returned your gaze to him. “Do you wanna get out of here?” You asked softly, a knowing smile on your face.

“I’ll get the check,” he responded, mirroring the smile.

Yeah, you were definitely in trouble.

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The phone, which had been silently sitting on the small end table to your right, rang loudly, breaking you from the trance Javi held you in. You knew who it was- and you knew you had to answer.

You patted the top of his head gently. “Stop, stop- I need to answer. It’ll just be a sec.”

With a loud sigh and a nod, Javi sat back on his knees and pulled away from you. Your attempt to clear your mind before answering the phone was futile; he looked up at you with his soft brown eyes, pupils blown wide, and the bottom half of his face was coated in your wetness. He bent an elbow over the top of your knee and rested his chin on it, a gesture so tender it made your stomach churn.

Clearing your throat, you pressed the small orange button at the top. “Hello?” You attempted to sound as normal as possible.

“Oh, hey hun. I thought you weren’t gonna answer there for a minute.” Your husband’s voice came through the speaker.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Oh yeah, I was just uh, just doing some dishes.”

“I called a few nights ago, but I guess you were asleep? No worries though. I was just thinking about you.” His voice was small but earnest, and it sent a ripple of guilt through your chest.

You had intended to call him back as soon as possible, but work, and (mostly) Javier had taken up your time.

“Aw, baby, that’s sweet. I’m sorry I missed it, things are just.. just crazy down here.” You replied, and you really did mean it. Even though things weren’t great between the two of you, hearing that he wanted to talk to you still made your heart warm just a little.

He laughed softly, voice crackly through the phone. “I was just thinking about how quiet it is without you here,” he told you.

Watching the exchange from below, Javi found his patience wearing thin. He knew you belonged to someone else- he knew he wasn’t allowed to be jealous. But god… seeing you smile for some loser that he knew didn’t appreciate you made something stir within his chest and he found himself unable to contain it any longer.

He shifted from resting his head on your knee to his previous position slotted between your legs. He pressed a gentle kiss to the soft inner part of your thigh, followed by a short nip. Glancing up to see your reaction, you didn’t move aside from a sharp slot of your eyes down to his. Javier did his best to hold back a smile as he repeated the action on the other leg, biting then soothing with a kiss.

“Oh, really?” He heard you say in response to a prompt he couldn’t hear, not that he cared to.

He nudged your thighs back open and gently leaned back in, pressing his nose against your clit. When he heard your sharp inhale, he mentally cheered for himself over getting your attention back. Moving achingly slowly, he dragged the tip of his tongue from the bottom of your opening all the way to just above your clit, keeping his eyes locked to yours. There was a deep furrow forming in your brow, both a warning to stop and an encouragement to keep going. He saw your eyes flutter shut and took pride in watching you stutter, attempting to keep your tone even for the unsuspecting man on the other end of the line.

Your fingers returned to their place in his hair, this time your grip tighter as you pushed him closer to your center. Javier of course took the direction happily, drawing circles around your clit with more determination than before.

It felt wrong, but he was pretty sure this was the hardest his cock had ever been. He loved watching you flail, knowing you were one moan away from getting caught. He could feel a pre cum stain forming against his tight jeans yet he found himself unable to be embarrassed because from the way you were bucking your hips at his face, he knew you felt the same way.

“Cum for me.” He directed, words muffled against your clit. “I know you can hear me, cum for me.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Hey, um- hey baby?” You interrupted your husband’s recounting of an interaction with a coworker from that morning. “I.. I gotta go. I’m just uh… I’m just kinda tired,” you tried desperately to hold back the orgasm that felt like it was spreading through your whole body.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” You emptily promised, fingers tightening around Javi’s shoulder.

“I love you.”

The three words were breathless, lacking meaning yet packed with more emotions than one could process.

You practically threw the clunky phone across the room, panting out an ‘oh fuck’ before you came harder than it seemed you ever had. The moan that left your body could only be described as pornographic- loud, surely loud enough for people on the streets below to hear, and trailing into a whine. Your back arched against the couch, writhing desperately as the overwhelming sensation took hold. Your thighs clamped hard around Javi’s face, only moving when you had to push his head away as you moved into overstimulation. He was content to sit and lap up your cum for as long as you would let him.

When you came down, you rested your head over the back of the couch, still panting slightly.

“You proud of yourself?” You asked, slinging your arm across your eyes.

With a groan and a loud crack of his knees, Javi stood then settled in next to you on the small couch.

“Does it make me a bad person if I say yes?” He rolled his head to face you, a mischievous look dancing onto his face.

You paused looked at him for a moment. You weren’t sure where it came from- maybe it was the disbelief and absurdity of his statement, or maybe you simply were not of sound mind after that earth shattering climax- but you let out a long, loud laugh at his question. Caught off guard at first, Javier followed quickly, dissolving into his own fit, though less so than you.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes, still holding a smile you couldn’t quite get rid of.

“Yeah, I think it does. We’re bad people.”

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[azashenya]

Camera Day Three

I spent the day visiting @estoiledargent​ and went from having about 50 photos on the card to around 480, and only a few of those were hers.  So many pretty flowers, leaves, and textures in the garden, not to mention the two small dogs...

So I have a few favourites for today:

Most of the plantain stalks at the moment are smooth dark shapes so I couldn’t resist this one with it’s pollen fluff out:

Some wild brassica flowers:

A small pink flower that I have no idea what it was but I had fun trying to get it in focus against the swam of forget-me-nots... for certain definitions of fun... I’m looking forward to having the skills to have more control over focus, and less arguing with the camera.

It is currently forget-me-not season... and very soon now it will be “cut down the forget-me-nots before the small dogs are made of tangles” season.

I took so many photos of bees, sooooo many.  Here are just a few zoomed and cropped to something that feels like it works:

Which leaves photos of small dogs.  I was just going to restrain myself to one of each but I’m feeling less restrained than that.  This one is Gimli, I reflexively take more photos of him as I know that Estoile’s current cameras struggle to capture him:

And this is Legolas:

This next expression was definitely an: “Auntie, what are you doing??”

#photos #flowers #dogs #garden #bees #my photos #my photography #photodaily

[nyaitsu-writes]

emerges hello can i maybe request mao and ritsu with a crush hcs ,,, thank you!!

hi hi hi crush hcs are so cute thank you!! o((>ω< ))o i wasn't planning to post this until tomorrow but you know what,, take this as a special nya present for her bday. because i love writing for ritsu and mao sooooo much (❁´◡`❁)

✧ mao, ritsu | crush hcs ✧

RITSU SAKUMA;

✦ congratulations! you have now upgraded from human being to ritsu sakuma's favorite pillow! new benefits include extra ritsu time and extra cuddles! an offer you can’t resist (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

✦ everyone knows of ritsu’s cat antics but what they don’t know is that he becomes even more of a cat when you’re around. a cute but clingy cat that will whine nonstop until you pay him enough attention… or what he deems as enough attention which is,, quite a lot actually! he won’t hesitate to ask for cuddles or headpats or just lay his head on your lap and get himself comfortable, saying that you’re warm and comfy so you need to pay the consequences. that is, you won’t be moving until he’s done with his 45345th nap of the day <3

✦ up to a certain point, you can somehow take it as ritsu liking you quite a bit. because, you know, it’s ritsu. it’s ritsu esque to be more clingy with his friends! spending so much time together, you’ve definitely seen how he acts with mao so you have kind of normalized that he’s like that with close friends. and you find it really cute too, being good friends with ritsu.

✦ because you’re. you’re just friends, right? right. that’s the reason ritsu keeps calling out for you when he feels like it, dramatically draping his arms around your shoulders and saying that he’s soooooo tired. will you be a sweetheart and carry him to a comfy place to nap? yes. aren’t you the nicest (*˘︶˘*)♡

✦ people who are close to ritsu know that he is absolutely crazy about you but even ritsu himself is just. wondering. a lot of things on his mind, you see. you keep reappearing on his dreams every so often and he’s even more distracted than usual. it’s getting to the point that whenever he hears your voice his heart beats just a tiny bit faster. and ritsu can’t get used to it. what’s this fluffy fuzzy feeling on his chest every time you pat his head? when you tell him that he did a good job? well, he has always liked praise but this time it’s different…

✦ and this is when an accidental conversation with his beloathed older brother sheds some light into the issue, as he sees how ritsu’s eyes light up at the mere sight of you. “ritsu? i think you are in love with them”. wow first of all it feels wrong to hear rei out of all people trying to give him romance tips. nope. no way he’s listening. but ritsu would be lying if he didn’t say that this puts even more things on his mind.

✦ he wants to… keep you close. really really close. you fit in his arms just right so why can’t you stay there for a bit longer? he’ll get even whinier when you say that you have matters to attend to and cling to you like a koala. just a bit longer please. let him feel your warmth for just five more minutes, as you play with his hair and he drifts off to dreamland again.

✦ you see, in his dreams he’s confessed already and you’re living an awesome married life with your 4 cats. so don’t be too surprised if the more ritsu falls for you the more he starts asking seemingly innocent questions like “would you rather live in the contryside or the city?” or “how many cats are you willing to adopt”. he’s making future plans, just don’t mind him too much, okay? ♪(´▽｀)

MAO ISARA;

✦ mao is one of those people that are talented at hiding their crush even when they’re head over heels for you. and believe me, mao is crushing hard. he does show his love, but it’s so nicely hidden and wrapped under his usual gentle personality that most people would brush it off as him being a caring friend. and just that. but they couldn’t be any way further away from the truth!

✦ that’s because mao is really unsure about confessing and doesn’t want to pressure you either. so he turns into being super duper nice! he’s always looking out for you. you had to stay a bit longer to finish some work? he’s treating you to a nice coffee. you need something from the vending machine but you're too busy? don't worry he already got you something. mao's attention to detail is spotless!

✦ mao believes that, until he gets the courage to confess, he wants you to be able to trust him with anything that might be worrying you. late afternoons when you’re both done for the day at around the same time, casually walking around together when the sun is about to set. a lonely pair of swings and soooo many things to share… those quiet moments together are his favourite part of the day (〃 ω 〃)

✦ crushing mao is still as overworked as regular mao, with the slight difference of him becoming a bit more grumpy when he hasn’t been able to see you in a while. yeah, yeah, the student council is really important and it takes top priority but,, he wanted to walk you home and won’t be able to see you until tomorrow… get ready for a sweet text telling you to take care while he’s finishing his work <3

✦ surprisingly, mao always manages to find some free time to spend with you. he might not have fully worked out his feelings but even if you’re just friends, he enjoys your company too much. he wants to make as many cute memories together as he can! and if he manages to win you over while he’s at it then… (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

✦ remember how i said that he’s good at hiding his feelings? ritsu found him staring at you once and hasn’t let him live ever since then. their hangouts are far and in between because ritsu will always always ask him if he’s taken the big step. to which mao will always always answer that he needs more time. and ritsu will go saying that if he keeps waiting so much he’ll grow old and you won’t like him anymore. mao is now worried to find any white hairs peeking </3

✦ all in all mao thinks that taking his time for this kind of situation is very important. but it’s also extremely hard. you two spend a surprising amount of time together whether it’s working or going out or just meeting randomly in the street. the day mao saw you on comfy clothes, almost running into each other as you were buying groceries? he almost had a heart attack (*/ω＼*)

✦ i’m a firm believer that deep down mao is a huge, huge romantic, so he’ll ask to take pictures when you’re together, to keep “a receipt of the good memories!” and who could say no to such a bright and lovely smile? mao is begging his heart to keep quiet as he gets closer to you, his free hand on your shoulder as he takes the cutest selfie of you two. oh gosh, he really needs to do something with his feelings, doesn’t he?

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars headcanons #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #mao isara #mao isara x reader #ensemble stars imagines #enstars imagines

[littlepadika]

Just imagine… daddy maxie finding little!reader with a pacifier (cause it reminds her of him when daddy is working hard at his office) ITS JUST SO CUTE 🥺And maybe…. Maxie just couldn’t resist…. You know…. Cough cough😏😏😏

sooooo i took this in a feral direction... hope that's ok 😈

Warnings: DDLG, age play (consensual and legal age), male recieving, meanie maxie

Max knew it was a mistake to get you a paccy. He only caved because you got fussy when he was gone for meetings. At first it was cute coming back to his office and seeing you laying your little playmat, suckling on the pink bedazzled thing. It fed his daddy role. However, he started to resent it because you were using it all the time. You didn't talk or want special bottle when you had it in and Maxie was feeling a little left out. His dick was feeling a little left out as well.

One day he lost his patience. He stalked over to you and ripped the paccy from your mouth. You cried out in protest.

"Enough, kitten."

"Paccy!" You reached for it.

"No you don't get your paccy anymore." Maxie slapped your hand away making tears well up in your eyes. "Would you rather have paccy instead of daddy? huh?"

"N-no." You sniffled. "Daddy I-"

"If you want something in your mouth so bad you should be coming to daddy." Max gripped your hair in his fist, though he didn't pull. The action caused you to sit up until you were face level with his crotch. You could see how hard he was in his pants. "Still want your paccy?" Max smirked down at you.

You just blinked up at him, widening your thighs a little in anticipation.

"You've been neglecting daddy. It's made him so sad. Now go on. Show me how sorry you are."

You gulped feeling excitement stirring in your belly. You had wondered how long it would take until Maxie snapped. He had been in so many meetings, you decided to be naughty and use the paccy more. You bit your lip, taking his cock out and licking the tip tentatively. However, Max was impatient and pushed your face down until you were forced to take him into your mouth.

You gagged a little, trying to get used to the feel.

"That's it..." Max groaned in approval. "Feels better than a paccy doesn't it?"

"Mhmm." You moaned around his length gazing up at him with round, still teary eyes.

"Well get used to it, kitten, because daddy's special bottle is the only thing you're getting from now on. No more paccy when daddy's around."

You whined, sucking harder around him. Tears spilled over your cheeks from the effort. You were happy that you'd have your daddy's attention more. You relished his groans and sighs, and having him completely at your disposal. Daddy needed you as much as you needed him! you thought triumphantly.

"Good girl." Max huffed, feeling sweat form along his brow as you sped up your movements. He was fucking your mouth like he had been dreaming of doing since you got that stupid plastic. Seeing you squirm beneath him, he knew that no piece of plastic would make you feel this way. Only he could. "Such a good girl, kitten. All mine." And he came with a strangled cry, deep in your mouth.

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[helloprettybb]

orders

i swear i don’t only write smut. i have actual ideas!! but this is all i can come up with and honestly, my mental health has been a steady decline. sooooo, posting a fic will make me feel a little better.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

description: during a mission, you didn’t listen to your captain. so now, you get punished.

warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink (sorta), just a whole lot honestly probably forgot something

word count: 2.3k

“What did I say?” Steve asks once you close the bedroom door behind you. His voice is low and angry, which is scarier than if he were yelling. If you were being honest, you deserved his exasperation. What you did was reckless and completely disobeyed orders, but in the heat of the moment, you didn’t really care.

“Retreat,” you mumbled, knowing how much trouble you were in. Steve hadn’t spoken to you since the mission ended and the two of you could be alone. The moment the jet landed, he stormed off to his room. Steve didn’t even need to tell you to follow him, because you knew whatever was coming would be much worse if you didn’t.

“And what did you do?” Steve questions, knowing you knew the answer.

“I proceeded with the mission,” you replied, head low and eyes stuck on the ground. You were usually confident and brimming with enthusiasm, but on the receiving end of Steve’s anger, you couldn’t even lift your head up. Steve senses your timidness, so he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. Unlike their usual softness, his eyes are tough and piercing. You fight a little to lower your head, but Steve’s strong grip stops any resistance. You know he’s angry with you, but you can’t stop the dirty thoughts that rush into your mind

“You did. And what happens when you disobey orders?” Steve asks, his tone leaving you trembling beneath him.

“I get punished,” you answer meekly. Steve softens slightly at your small tone, but not enough to concede. After all, you deserve what’s coming.

“That’s right, dolly. And you were a bad girl today.” he says. “What’s the safe word?”

“Daisies.” you tell him.

Steve nods, “Strip and get on the bed.” You follow his orders, shedding your clothes in record time. You know whatever punishment you’re going to receive is going to be bad, so you’d rather have it over quick.

Once Steve sees you positioned the way he likes, on your back and legs spread, he strolls over to the bed. “Now what am I going to do with you? I would spank you,” Steve hovers above you, inches away from your face. You want to kiss his perfect lips, but you know any defiance will be met with even more punishment.

“But you seem to enjoy it.” he whispers faintly. “How about… edging?”

Your eyes widen, “B-but-”

Steve cuts you off, grinning, “No buts, baby. It’s a punishment after all.” He cups your chin with his hand and spares you one kiss. It’s short and hardly enough to appease you, but it’s enough to tell you that he doesn’t want to hurt you too badly. “Now, when I say I’m going to play with the tight pussy as much as I want, you’re going to ask…”

“How many times?” You love your sweet Steve, but when this possessive, domineering Steve comes out, you melt every time.

He hums. “Four.” You refrain from talking back. “But if you cum once, I’ll double it.” Steve moves his right hand down to your clit. After a light slap that makes you keen, he starts rubbing circles. You bite your lip and try to keep your moans in.

A few slip out and Steve says, “Such a fucking whore. Are you about to cum? Is my dumb baby going to cum from me rubbing her little clit?” Steve’s taunts shouldn’t turn you on as much as they do, but your moans get louder after every insult.

You’re on the verge of cumming and Steve can tell as he pulls his hand away. “Count.”

“One.” you say breathily, recovering from the verge of orgasm. Steve kneels, his face level with your pussy.

“Fuck, so wet. Want a taste.” he says, diving into your pussy. He laps it up as if he enjoys it more than you. Steve’s told you before that he could spend all day in between your legs with his mouth on your pussy. Like everything else, Steve’s amazing at eating pussy and you start to squirm above him. Your fidgeting increases and your grip on the sheets tightens.

When you move your hands to his shoulders, Steve pulls away. “No touching.” You let out a whine and Steve scolds, “Spoiled brat. Thinking you can get everything you want. Shoulda taught you a lesson sooner.”

You move your hands back to your sides and Steve dives back in. You’re almost there so you start to shake. Steve stops you with a firm arm across your waist.

You gasp out, “I-I’m gonna cum.” Steve pulls away. He moves up so that he’s face to face.

Steve stares at you expectantly and you say, “Two.”

He smiles, “See, this isn’t too bad. Halfway there.” He kisses you again with a little more heat. When you wrap your legs around his waist, he doesn’t stop you.

“Maybe he’ll be nice and shorten your punishment.” You think, but you’re sadly mistaken. Desperate for more, you move your hips up against his when Steve grabs your sides and pins you down to the bed. He pulls away and whispers, “Oh, so you think you can do whatever you want?” You shake your head quickly.

“Then why are you rutting your hips like a desperate whore?” he asks.

“I want to cum.” you reply.

“You want to cum?” He mocks. You nod, anticipating your release. “Well, you can’t. You still have two left. Now ride my thigh.”

He sits up on the bed and you move on top of him. Straddling his thigh, you grip his shoulders as you start to grind on his thigh. You’re extra sensitive from the previous near orgasms and find yourself needing your release quickly.

“Should punish you for humping my fucking leg.” he whispers into your ear. You cry out from both the pleasure of his thigh and the threat of his words. “But you’re riding my thigh so fucking good.” You would smile at the praise if your brain wasn’t muddled.

“Shit, baby. Making a mess on my suit.” You just about cum at the idea of your cum forever being on his suit. Everyone would know that you’re his and he’s yours.

You whine, “Wanna cum.”  

“Don’t you dare cum. If you do, I won’t touch you for a week.” he threatens. You groan and continue to ride his thigh until you’re about to hit your release.Your movements start to get sloppy, a sign you should stop.

Forcing the delay of your high, you slump against him and murmur, “Three.”

“Dumb little slut. Only listen when you know you’re in trouble.” he says above you. “If you don’t cum on my fingers, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want on my cock.” You perk up at that.

Steve laughs spitefully at your eagerness. He dips a finger through your folds before pushing a finger in. You moan loudly at the sensation and Steve barely gives you time to adjust before adding another.

He finger-fucks you as your grip on his bicep tightens. He ignores your whimpers and pleas to stop as he adds another finger.

Three fingers deep in your pussy, he asks, “You wanna cum? Does the little slut wanna cum?” You nod, pleasure and pain all in one. Your moans get louder, a signal that you’re almost there. He pulls his fingers out and you collapse onto him, with your face in the crook of his neck.

“How many was that?” he asks quietly.

“Four.” you barely get out. Steve rubs up and down your back.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. I’m so proud.” he whispers sweetly into your ear. “Did you learn your lesson?” You nod. Even though you can’t see his face, you can tell that he’s beaming. “Since you were a good girl for your punishment, you deserve a reward. I think I promised you could cum on my cock as many times as you want.”

You pull away and face Steve. His hard, angry glare is gone and replaced with lust. You lean in and kiss him hard. You grind on his lap, feeling extra sensitive from all the edging. You can feel his dick straining against his pants. Moving against his cock, you hear Steve moan, too.

“C-can I cum now?” you beg. “Please daddy.”  

“Yes, Princess. You can cum now.” he says and you instantly let go. Your long-awaited release rushes over you. Usually it’d take more than a little dry humping to get you off, but right now, all it took was Steve’s approval and you reached your climax.

“Did that feel good, baby?” Steve asks. You nod and he kisses your forehead lightly.

Once your high goes down a little, you ask, “Can you please fuck me hard on your cock?” He groans at your reply and moves you so that you’re lying on the bed again. Completely stripping, Steve turns back to you, his cock hard against his stomach.

He hovers above you and with one hand on his dick, pushes in slowly. You moan at the fullness and Steve immediately starts thrusting in and out. He quickens his pace and you grab onto his broad shoulders. Your nails dig into his back and you’d feel bad, but you know Steve likes the pain. You both do. You’re clenching around him already, on the verge of cumming. Without warning, your climax hits and you moan his name.

Steve doesn’t stop, if anything, he fucks you harder. He hits your g-spot and you yell his name. Your eyes brim with tears and Steve wipes them away. “F-feels so good, daddy.” You cry out.

“Fuck, princess. Your pussy is so tight. Shit,” Steve curses. He pulls out and you whine, feeling empty. He repositions you so that you’re on your stomach with your ass up. He pushes in again and fucks you from behind.

He slaps your ass, adding to the vulgar sounds filling the room. The sound of Steve’s hard thrusts bounce around the room. He moves a hand to your swollen clit and rubs quick circles. Everything is too much and you cum again. You think he’d stop then, but no. He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d cum as much as you can on his cock.

Steve pulls out and changes positions again. Sitting up, he moves you onto your lap and sinks you onto his dick. Your body is drained, too overcome with pleasure. Steve fucks you like a doll and all you can do is moan out his name. You hold onto his neck as he thrusts his hips and moves you up and down his cock.

“S-Steve,” you whimper. You feel something building, but it feels more intense than a usual orgasm. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this, but before you can pinpoint what it is, a huge wave of pleasure takes over your body and you feel yourself blackout for a second. When you come to, Steve has slowed his thrusts down. You hear the loud, wet noise in between your legs.

Before you could get embarrassed, Steve says, “Fuck, I can’t believe you squirted. That was so fucking hot.” You smile loopily and kiss him. He kisses you back and begins to thrust in and out again.

Steve goes harder and faster and you can tell he’s chasing his release. You’re sensitive and tired. All you want to do is sleep for days, but Steve’s moans in your ears keep you going. “You gonna cum, daddy?” you ask, probably more slurred than you intended. “Want your cum in me. P-please, want it dripping outta me.” Fuck, that does it and Steve shoots his load into your pussy. You thought your body was done, but feeling Steve’s warm cum in you makes you orgasm one last time, milking his cock. Steve groans at the tight grip on his dick.

“Shit. Squeezing me so fucking good.” He lets out. You pull away to watch him cum. You will never get tired of his face when he cums. Once the both of you come down from your highs and your breathing goes back to relatively normal, Steve pulls out slowly. He watches as the cum drips out of your pussy and the sight of it almost makes him ready for another round. But not this time, at least, not right now. First, he has to make sure his girl is okay.

“Are you alright, baby?” Steve asks, his tone a stark contrast to minutes ago. You nod, unable to form words. He strokes your back soothingly, “Was it too much?”

You shake your head, “No,” you rasp out. “If it were, I would’ve used the safe word. Don’t feel bad, Steve.” You pull him against you, with his head against your shoulder. Something feels so intimate about the two of you completely naked close together, but not having sex. The mood shifts in the room as the lust dissipates.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you got hurt,” You know he’s referring to the mission and you feel a pang of remorse.

Pulling away, you say, “Hey, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have defied orders.”

“It’s okay. I just…” Steve sighs, “I love you so much and I can’t lose you.” Your heart breaks at his candidness. You pull him into a sweet kiss that reassures him that you’re here and never going to leave him.

Pulling away, you mutter, “I love you, too.” He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips. You reassure him, “And you’ll never lose me.”

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel imagines

[elizabethemerald]

Fall Anniversary at the Soltryce Academy

Caleb walked into his classroom at the Soltryce Academy with the immediate instinct that something was wrong. He had been teaching Transmutation theory and application in this same class room for the past twenty years, so anything that seemed different set off alarms in his head. 

He mentally checked the wards on the class room and found them intact. There were a few students in their seats, a few more filtering into the lecture hall, by the second. None of them seemed alarmed. Whatever was different today did not appear to be an immediate threat. 

Still just to be safe he subtly cast Detect Magic as he set his bag down and took off his coat. Immediately a few points were highlighted in his mind. Of course his own magical items, the amber around his neck and the amulet beside it, the ring on his finger, the chalk he had enchanted to help him lecture. Nothing off there. 

There were a few points of magic around the rest of the room, each quickly analyzed and dismissed. Transmutation magic on a small pile of coins near the wall, a low level student’s practice project. Abjuration magic in the wards along the walls. Divination magic in a button, another spying device Astrid had tried to sneak into his class room to keep him from teaching against the school’s policies. 

It was the illusion spells that caught his attention. A few of the students were covered in the same, linked illusion. Their appearance normal enough to blend in, but also entirely too normal for a real student. And there, a student he didn’t recognize even with his keen mind, covered in an illusion spell. Several other magical objects of varying power, hidden under the spell. The Vestige appeared to be within its pocket dimension, so at least they hadn’t brought a weapon onto campus. 

After setting down his things and greeting his class he squeezed past a few of the students to grab Astrid’s enchanted button. He quickly dispelled it and slipped it into an envelope to return to her later. As he returned to the front he gave the cat sitting on his desk a brief scratch. 

“Hello Jester.” He said. Of course he didn’t need Detect Magic telling him of the cat’s aura of Transmutation to know his friend. She was bright blue after all and staring at him far more smugly than even a magic fey cat would. 

“Now class, I know we were discussing transmutation principles as applied to effecting the elements around you, but I am afraid that lesson will have to be postponed. It would seem that it is the anniversary of the Mighty Nein getting together and they have decided to invite themselves to my class.”

There was a muttering around the class room as the students looked at each other, before one of them near the front stood up, the illusion dropping off her form as she did so. 

“I told you he wouldn’t fall for it!” Veth said in her high voice, She looked mostly unchanged from when they first brought her back to her proper body. A few more laugh lines, but nothing more to show the passing two decades. “Lebby, is an amazing wizard, he wouldn’t fall for something simple like that. You students better appreciate the skill of your teacher.”

Caleb smiled fondly as Veth walked up to the front to give him a hug. Interspersed through the seats a few more illusion spells dropped. A half elven man walked up from the front row and kissed him on the cheek. Essek’s own illusion lasting even as he dismissed the Seeming on Kingsley and Yasha. 

“How did they rope you into this?” Caleb whispered to Essek. 

“Oh you know I can’t resist a practical joke.” Essek maintained his deadpan delivery for only a few seconds before a small smile graced his lips. Caleb knew quite well that Essek looked as ageless as ever, under his illusion. His elven blood would keep him looking much the same for the next few centuries. Caleb returned the kiss, to the muttering of his students. They weren’t ever a 100% sure who Caleb’s rotating cast of elven boyfriends were, and Caleb was more than happy to keep them in the dark. 

“Well you can’t fault us for trying!” Kingsley said. They were wearing a scandalously low cut shirt, a pair of plain black pants, and a pair of thigh high boots. His purple hair was fading to a less vibrant shade just a bit near his ears and he had a larger collection of scars, as one would expect from years of piracy and being a bloodhunter. They were also wearing their sword much to Caleb’s disapproval, which was apparently not magical. 

“You can’t expect me to hide this glorious look without magic though can you?” He said, sliding his hands down to his hips then back up his torso. Then he grabbed Caleb’s chin and kissed him full on the mouth, with tongue for several seconds, while his students lost their collective minds. Caleb smiled against Kingsley’s lips right before the tiefling stepped back. He was sure the rumor mill of the school would go wild about that for a few weeks. He wished he could see the look on Master Beck’s face when the news came across her desk. “Here’s to another twenty years, magic man.”

Yasha and Caduceus walked up next, each giving Caleb a tight hug. These two showed their age the least of the non elven members of the Nine. Cad could have been just stepping out of the temple doors in the Blooming Grove, saying that he had only three cups, if it weren’t for the increased presence of lichens and mosses of all kinds on his clothes and armor. Caleb was fairly certain there was an actual bird’s nest in his pink hair. Yasha of course looked as badass and muscular as she had when they first found her. Her hair was completely white, done up in an ornate braid. Home life seemed to suit her well, she looked genuinely happy and relaxed like she certainly hadn’t when they had first gotten together. 

Fjord’s spell dropped as well. The half orc’s hair had large stripes of gray in it, he had crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and his salt and pepper beard had significantly more salt to it now. He still looked good, life at sea, despite its hardships, keeping him fit. He laughed at something over Caleb’s shoulder as he approached and he found himself lifted bodily into the air by a pair of muscular blue arms. 

Jester having dropped her polymorph spun him around briefly in the hug before setting him back on his feet. She would never fail to look divine. Her horns now curling in on themselves, almost like her mother’s had when they first met her. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail, poofing out behind her head from the salt air. Her sailing days were certainly not hurting her in anyway. Her smile was still just as wide, her eyes just as sharp, and her arms just as strong, if not more so. 

“Happy anniversary Caleb! Twenty years ago you were a stinky wizard. Now you are here teaching!” Jester’s happiness in her voice carried to every corner of the lecture hall. 

“What happened to our plan of drinks in Nicodranas this evening?”

“I just couldn’t wait Cay-leb.” She pouted. “Fjord and I got into port early, and I was so bored.”

Caleb smiled at her, then looked around at the rest of the Nein, pretending to count. 

“We appear to be one short. Where is my sister? Couldn’t drag her away from the Cobalt training pit? Or did she get lost in a book like some kind of nerd?” Caleb said with a smirk.

“Mother fucker!” 

He looked up towards the voice above him, just in time to watch Beauregard drop from the ceiling, to land on his desk with a perfect three point landing. She hopped off the desk and punched his arm, before also grabbing him in a tight hug. 

“I am not a nerd, Widogast!” She snapped, a wide grin on her face. 

“Beauregard, please do not land on my desk. It was a gift and I don’t think it could bare too many impacts like that.” He stopped to look up at the vaulted ceilings of the class room. “Also, how did you get up there?”

If she had been invisible she would have tripped the wards on the class room. And if she had gone in the brief break between classes one of the early students would have noticed her and caused a stir. 

Beau took her turn to smirk. 

“I have been waiting up there for four hours so we could surprise you. It’s surprisingly comfortable. I could have gone another couple of hours without breaking a sweat.” She paused to flex, causing several students, and Yasha to blush at her muscles. 

Beauregard’s monk training meant that she looked like she hadn’t aged a day since Aeor. And she could still easily out fight everyone else in the room if she wanted to. She was also the one member of the Nein that Caleb saw the most frequently. Their work to root out corruption among the Cerberus Assembly, and other bodies of power in the Empire often kept them up together late into the night, until Yasha would intervene and throw her wife over her shoulder to carry her to bed. 

“Can I finish the lesson, or should we depart immediately?” Caleb asked, already guessing the answer. 

“Cayyyllleeeb.” Jester groaned, pulling at her face. “I’m sooooo bored. I want to drink and party already!”

Caleb turned back to his class of students. He was sure most of them had heard rumors about Professor Widogast and the wild adventures he got up to with the Mighty Nein back when they first got together. He wasn’t sure how much they actually believed, but he was sure that even the most widely blown out of proportion tale didn’t even begin to cover the truth of what they had done together. 

“In honor of the anniversary of this group of arschlochs finding each other, consider this to be a free day. Keep up on your readings, and if you have any questions I will be at my regular office hours tomorrow morning.” 

The students immediately started buzzing as they stood and packed. No doubt during tomorrow’s class he would have to field a whole host of questions about the Nein, and that was just the way he liked it. The day after the anniversary was the one day he would talk about what his family had done. As the class filtered out, with many a lingering glance thrown at the colorful group at the front, Caleb turned to Essek, setting the envelope with Astrid’s button in it on the table top to deal with later. 

“Would you like to teleport us to the beach, or shall I?”

Essek put up both hands. 

“I already used my spell slots getting us all back together again. You can bring us to the coast.” Essek said, his smile a mix between smug and fond. 

Caleb rolled his eyes before pulling him into a soft kiss. Then he turned to address the rest of the Nein. The family he had made for himself. 

“Are we ready?” After a series of nods, he pulled an ancient clay turtle from his pocket and gave it a squeeze. “Then let’s go!”

And they were off, to a night of drinks and celebration and stories told, and memories shared. And of course many toasts, “To another twenty years.”

#caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #kingsley tealeaf #jester lavorre #the mighty nein #critical role #writing emerald #stories entwine evermore

[jayaury]

Berry Big Bimbo

A quick short story about a blueberry plant girl having some fun with a poor soul who wandered into her berry patch.

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The cardinal rule of the Wire Woods was never trust a shortcut.

If Miles ever got out, he’d never disobey it again.

He shivered again as a wind swept through the forest, bringing with it the first chill of coming night. He glanced again at the sky, where a once blue horizon burned with evening’s reds and golds, peeking through the thick branches and leafy boughs. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He again shouldered his pack, putting on another spurt of speed. Day was bad enough in the Wire Woods, but night brought out the absolute worst. No one went near the forests after dark. Not unless they wanted to become the pet of some demon spawn residing within. Miles had no intention of sharing that fate. He just had to keep following the path. All paths lead somewhere!

He just hoped it wasn’t to the lair of a succubus.

Miles was looking up at the sky so often to check how long he had, that he didn’t notice the clearing until he was right in it.

He staggered to a stop, and not just because of the thick brambles that grew from the center of the clearing like a dark dome, but also because before him were a dozen paths spreading out of the clearing, spaced apart like the spokes of a wheel.

“Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Hm?”

Miles jumped, whirling about. “Who said that?” he demanded.

“Me of course!”

Miles turned with creeping horror towards the brambles in the center of the clearing. They were being parted by a pair of hands of a blue so deep it was almost purple. Skin of a similar hue came into view as the brush was pushed away, revealing a woman of jaw-dropping proportions, not the least of which was the fact her hips ended in a network of roots. She rested among the thorny bushes as if never even noticing their spikes, her breasts so large Miles wondered if she could even get up. Her hair spilled in richest green leaves, half covering her face, her lips a shade of purple they were nearly black, and so big and soft they made Miles blush just to see them.

He felt himself relax, but only just. Not a true demon. Merely a tainted. A melon or a berry girl. Weaker spawn of the demon’s taint. Though, he knew as well that the corrupted had threats all their own.

“Oh!” the plant woman cried, clapping her hands delightedly. “What a cutie came by to say hello. Hi! My name’s Tartiana. What’s yours?”

Miles felt himself blush a little when she said that, for her ample bosom tended to wobble distractingly whenever she spoke. “Um, Miles.”

“Miles!” she said, her tongue moving over her soft lips as if tasting the name. “Mmm. What a cute name. Perfect for such a cute boy.”

“Uh, thanks,” Miles said uneasily. He felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment. He hadn’t been called cute since he’d turned twenty last year. He glanced nervously about the clearing. “Are you alone?”

“Yup! Just me. Which is why I’m just so happy I got a visitor! It’s been soooo long,” she cooed, and Miles couldn’t help but notice how she fondled her immense, firm breasts. Like two great blueberries swelling on her chest.

“Yeah, I imagine.”

“Of course! Nobody comes out to the Wire Woods. And so late! I get so lonely,” she said, fluttering her soft lashes at him.

Miles felt his blush return, but wasn’t too worried. Such a bimbo wasn’t really a threat. He could outthink her, if it came to that. “If you’ve been here for a long time, does that mean you know where these paths go?”

“Sure!” Tartiana giggled. “I know these woods like the back of my breasts!”

Again Miles’s eyes were pulled to those wobbling orbs before he managed to wrest them back to her face. “Oh, um, great! Does that mean you know which way leaves the forest?”

“Totes!” Tartiana giggled and pointed to one of the paths. “It’s that way.”

Miles fairly sagged in relief. “Great! Thank you,” he said, turning down the indicated trail.

“Or, um, maybe it was that one?”

Miles paused as she pointed at the path in the complete opposite direction. “But…”

“Or um… oh gosh. It might even be that one,” she said, pointing in a third, completely opposite direction.

Miles glanced again at the sky darkening through the boughs. “Look, do you know the way out or not?” he said.

“Um, oh gosh. I’m sorry,” Tartiana groaned, fondling her bouncing breasts. “It’s just um… I always have trouble concentrating when my big, bouncy berry tits get all stuffed with juice.”

“They… um…”

Miles trailed off, his jaw slowly dropping as he spotted a bead of blue liquid drip from Tartiana’s puffy nipple.

“Oh gosh yes. I grow soooo much juice, you know,” Tartiana moaned, continuing to bounce her plump tits, squeezing them between her arms. “And no one comes down the paths ever! I can never find a nice boy to help me squeeze my sweet, berry juice out.”

“O-oh,” was all Miles could say, his head slowly nodding with the bouncing of those massive, blue breasts.

“But I always think so much clearer when they’re all drained out. All squeezed out. Like it squeezes out all my thoughts. All my confusion.”

“Th-thoughts?”

“Oh gosh yes! Not that I ever have many,” she giggled. “All I’ve got to think about is how full my tits are. How bouncy. How a handsome boy would just love to watch and touch them. Stroke and kiss them.”

Miles couldn’t look away. What was more, he was becoming aware of a far from subtle pressure in his pants. He cleared his throat, trying to shake himself from his stare. “W-well, if it would help you think, I guess I could… maybe…”

“Would you?” Tartiana gasped, her large eyes shining. She shifted in her bed of brambles, her large breasts bouncing. “Oh thank you, thank you! I knew you were a good boy the moment I saw you!”

Miles again felt a flush at those words, but decided not to challenge them. What business was it of his if she called him a good boy? So long as she gave him directions, she could call him the Baron of Gula. Besides, so long as he kept his head about him, he’d be fine. She was far too dumb to trick him.

Still, he approached warily. One could never be too careful in the Wire Woods, after all. As he came closer, the sweet scent of blueberries surrounded him like a haze. The strength of it stunned him, but on he went, making his way carefully over to Tartiana, ready to bolt like a startled rabbit at the first sign of treachery.

Tartiana merely waited, smiling, her big, ample breasts pressed out on proud display, her arms crossed beneath them, lifting them. Miles reached for them, only to hesitate. Something… something about this seemed… seemed wrong.

“What’s the matter?” Tartiana asked in a singsong voice.

“Um, nothing.”

“You’re not scared of my big breasts are you?”

“O-of course not!”

“Aw, it’s okay if you are. A little, maybe. They’re so awfully big, aren’t they? So big and firm. I mean, look at them!”

She bounced them in her arms. Miles’s eyes followed. Gods. They were so firm. He likened them to blueberries at their ripest season, her nipples nearly black. He swallowed thickly.

“I…”

“Aren’t they the best?”

“Uh… uh huh…”

“They’re just so big!”

“Yeah…”

“So bouncy!”

“Mmm…”

“So big and squishy and such silly bimbo tits!”

Miles swallowed again. He felt oddly thirsty. His hands hesitated.

“I’ve got a big pair of bimbo tits, don’t I?”

“Well, um…”

“It’s okay! Like I said, they make it sooooo hard to think sometimes. Why, when they’re full like this, it can be so hard to concentrate on anything else but how big and wonderful and full they are. And my juice is just so sweet. So tender. It just melts a silly mind to nothing!”

Miles swayed a little. “Um…”

“C’mon, baby,” Tartiana crooned, leaning up, pushing her big breasts closer so he could see the taut smoothness of those orbs. “Give my big bimbo tits a good milking.”

She was so close, his merest twitch brushed a finger against her breast. Tartiana gasped, moaning, her breasts bouncing at her sudden intake of breath. But the motion didn’t dislodge Miles. His fingers remained, as if glued to her ample bust.

And slowly, he leaned forward, engulfing her breast with his palms, marvelling at how huge she was. How heavy. How firm and big her breasts were. How they twitched with her delighted whimper, filling his hands as he hefted them.

“Mmmm! Oh, that’s it. Really fill up your hands with my bimbo berry boobies! Aren’t they so big and firm?”

“Yeah,” Miles breathed, fondling her ample tits. Pressing them together. Watching them squish and bounce in his hands.

“Ooooh, yes. Oh baby, just like that. Massage my big breasts. Good boys love big breasts. Good boys love milking pretty berry girls. You’re being such a good boy. Ooooh, but… ah… but it needs… needs a little something… something more. Gotta milk my big dumb breasts. My big, dumb, bimbo tits. Oh baby, I need your help. A little more. A little something more…”

Miles wondered what that could be. But then her arms were around his head. Were easing him forward towards a dark nipple dribbling her sweet juices. His mouth was so dry. So thirsty. He didn’t think. Instinct guided his lips to that nub.

And had him suck.

And suck.

And suck, like a good bimbo boy.

Sweet wine drowned his mouth and what remained of his resistance. He moaned, flushing hot as Tartiana’s milk splashed into his mouth. Onto his tongue. He drank it down. Drank it like a man possessed, his head spinning. His body warming.

“Mmm. That’s it. Ohhhh, what a good boy admiring my big, dumb breasts. Oops! But you’re getting it all over your clothes! We can’t have them stain. We gotta fix that, don’t we?”

They did. Had to… had to… He stopped trying to think. It was so hard anyway. And drinking was so easy. Burying his face in her big bosom as he pressed her tits together, moaning and whimpering, his mind lost in a drunken haze of lust and the bounce of her tits, he struggled out of his clothes, shrugging them off with her help. He was naked. Naked was good. So good.

“Mmmm,” Tartiana moaned. “Such a good boy. A good boy who loves my dumb breasts. And you know why he does?”

“Mmmnoooo,” Miles fairly drooled.

“Silly!” Tartiana giggled, booping his nose. “It’s because he’s a silly, dumb bimbo too! But oh gosh! Look how late it is! It’s all dark, and we can’t have such a silly boy wandering around the Wire Woods! All sorts of nasty demons would just love to play with you. Don’t you worry, though. Momma Tartiana’s gonna take good care of you.”

Some sense of uncertainty trickled through his mind. Miles lifted lips stained purple from her nipple. “But… um… I…”

“Don’t worry,” Tartiana giggled, guiding his head back down to her breast. “You can go anytime you want! Just as soon as it’s light out again. How’s that sound?”

Light out. Yes. Right. Light. He could wait for light. Miles smiled dreamily as he resumed sucking. Resumed sinking into the berry girl’s big, blue tits. Resumed being a good bimbo boy for his new, berry beautiful mistress. His cock sinking into the pleasured tightness of her pussy. His whimpers swallowed by her moans, his thoughts steeped in her bouncing breasts. He could do this. He could wait in her breasts for light.

And the brambles knit above their heads, steeping them in a pillowy darkness that would never end...

#blueberry #bimbo girl #alraune #bimbofied #big bust #jay aury #titnosis

[somediyprojects]

We Each Shall Perish stitched and designed by Calluna.

Artist’s explanation under the cut.

Happy New Year! This is very text-heavy for just one photo, be forewarned. I finished this last night just in time to keep the 2020 date on it. Signing with the year before it’s complete was some built-in accountability to finish in a timely manner. 

What started with the intention to do a quick stitched commentary turned into a whole research project over a couple months, and more ripped stitches than with any needlework I’ve done before.

At some point, after knowing what I wanted to say, I decided it should be a traditional sampler, with design and motifs both symbolic and specific to what was done in my region historically. For some reason I always avoided authentic traditional Euro-American aesthetics, so this was a new experience for me and I felt like there was enough creativity and intention involved behind the scenes for the “me” in it to come through. And anything with “2020” on it will carry a unique meaning.

I looked at hundreds of samplers and mourning embroideries online and read various articles to learn about the techniques and social history of samplers. Some links can be found in this post!

Librarian disclaimer: I didn’t get to read any of the evidently excellent books on the topic because library books aren’t circulating, they are too expensive to purchase for a one-time reference, and it isn’t important enough to warrant getting other people involved in connecting me with the books right now. So I’m no expert on the topic, and there are plenty of things I didn’t do completely accurately. For example, aida cloth wasn’t a thing, at least in this region. But it’s what I have and it makes things easier.

Likewise, though a surprising amount of samplers addressed death in some way, there was typically a genre distinction between samplers and memento mori or mourning needlework, and I blended the two a little more than would be normal. Mourning embroidery became fashionable in the Victorian era, but death was such a normal part of life in all eras (until our own), that symbolism, rhyming verses making mention of mortality, and references to the deceased showed up in many earlier surviving pieces.

As such, though there are many things traditionally associated with death tucked in here, there is just as much that is more about cycles and seasons, which always do include death, while fitting the unofficial “template” of Mid-Atlantic sampler layouts. That layout frequently includes stately architecture (I used my own house even though it is definitely not stately, but still from the era and more personal), a “busy yard” out front, vases and baskets of fruit or flowers, symmetry, and big, wavy borders.

Though I referred to sooooo many public-domain charts and images of historical pieces, several individual elements were my own design, since I couldn’t find what I was looking for in an adequately small design.

Also not 100% historically accurate or consistent, but I couldn’t resist using the old-school long S that looks like an “f”; I even changed my initial phrase to use words with an “s” so I would have an excuse. From what I read, though, I think I used them in a grammatically correct manner. You can smack me with a ruler if not.

In the early days of this project my beloved foster cat died a really crappy death, so I added her likeness to the center of the yard to honor her; it certainly fits the theme. I redid it a few times because it started with accurate coloring and everything I tried looked too busy for the already busy layout, so she ended up a stylized, solid grey…but still chunky.

Since sampler-makers were using even-weave cloth, they used various embroidery stitches as their designs called for, not predominantly cross-stitch. What they did cross-stitch took a lot more attention than it does with aida cloth. I found that most of the samplers were made by girls ages 8-14, and it’s amazing how skillful they were. I can’t imagine having such a steady and meticulous hand at that age, considering how clumsy I still am!

They often stitched their age onto the piece, and so I initially stitched “in her fortieth year” at the bottom, but it felt wrong so I replaced it with the county and state (which was also included in many samplers).

I learned that after the educational and indoctrinational purposes were fulfilled, finished samplers were prominently displayed in the family home to market a skillful, obedient and well-parented future wife to their visitors (sure, they wouldn’t word it that way, but that’s what what going on). And unless you had personal servants and/or slaves to do your work for you, you only had this one chance in early adolescence to make something beautiful (and even then, it wasn’t your choice); after the sampler, your embroidery became strictly functional and you were too busy with your chores and then children for something like art.

So, this adds another personal layer of meaning for me, because I’m choosing to make a sampler, at age 40, just for my own enjoyment in my leisure time, in a world where I have the resources and rights to forge my own path, with no need to marry, have children, or fill my time with the basic work of survival. And while women’s rights and lives have improved immeasurably in many ways (and in many but not all places), those women had some invaluable wisdom that we have lost along the way.

I tea-dyed the fabric, but because of the mineral content in my tap water, the fabric turned this purply-grey color instead of brown. It is totally not a fabric color that you see with the old samplers, but since it’s still natural dye and part of the fun of natural dyeing is the unpredictability, I kept it as-is. I experimented with some scraps for dye-overs and bleaching, but I wanted to get it finished more than I wanted a brown background. I may yet try it, but l will have to weigh the risk.

Getting the thread colors right (entirely from stash) was a big challenge, both because of the shortened daylight hours and the toned background. Colors that look simply grey or brown to my eye took on various hues when paired with this fabric. Most of the dullest shades colors I have looked almost garish when I tried them out. The reproduction samplers I saw online, though beautiful, look very new because the colors pop. I was aiming for something that looked old and faded with my thread choices, but even so it’s more vivid than I would have liked. Nevertheless, it was a wonderfully meditative project for completing 2020 and the shortening days of the year.

#cross stitch #inspo #x #self drafted

[dulce-pjm]

hmm for the mix and match drabbles how about established relationship + prompt 19!!! OR bakery/flower shop/bookstore au + prompt 6!!! you can pick!!!

hmm i see your options and i raise you this: why not all?

lol an epic crossover of prompts: au #3 - established relationship!au, au #2 - bakery/flower shop/bookstore!au, prompt #19 - “No, I have a [girlfriend/boyfriend].” “That’s me! How much did you drink?”, and prompt #6 - “One more kiss.”

make your own request here using these prompts!

bakin’ me crazy

jimin x reader

word count: 3.4k

genre: fluffy fluff fluff, established relationship!au, bakery!au

summary: despite having one disaster on top of the other and then some, you can’t help but feel better when he’s around

a/n: apologies in advance. i think we’re all learning that i’m a pun-lover and that probably won’t change

It’s everywhere. 

There’s sugar in your hair and lashes, coating your cheeks and sweater, even under your nails and somehow you swear you feel it between your toes. 

It’s been a long day. Up at the crack of dawn to open up shop, meeting with customers until noon, and now you’d found yourself baking way past your bedtime to keep up with all the orders. There’s nothing you’d like more than to eat your weight in cupcakes and enter the subsequent sugar coma on your couch, never to be disturbed again. 

But just as you’d pulled that last batch of cupcakes out of the oven, just as you’d started whipping up a fresh batch of icing, disaster struck. 

You should have known better, should have thought to check. Sunny was frantic yesterday as she rushed out the door, completing her tasks as quickly as she could so as not to leave too much work for you but still be present for the birth of her child who was not supposed to be due for three more weeks. You’d tried to calm her down, tell her to go home already, but you eventually learned that pre-parental panic is just as bad in real life as it is in the Sims4 and let her do what she needed to relieve stress. 

Which included restocking the powdered sugar. 

And in her tizzy, Sunny hadn’t noticed that this bag, the very one she placed on the edge of the shelf, had a hole in it. And you, in your own tizzy of work and stress, hadn’t noticed how it began to slump over, dangerously close to falling. You hadn’t noticed the impending explosion of powdered sugar until it had detonated on top of your head. 

No part of the kitchen seemed to be spared. While you were sputtering and stumbling backwards, wielding your spatula like a weapon as if it could help you, the fine powder coated all of your fresh cupcakes (which were still hot. and thus now had a weird film of dissolved powdered sugar on top), fell onto the clean dishes drying by the sink. 

When the dust settles, you think about crying. Seriously consider it. After the past day and a half, you definitely deserve it. 

Why couldn’t one thing go right today? And now you’ll have to stay even later just to clean things up and check to see if the cupcakes are salvageable. You’re tired and you’re hungry and you really just need a hug. Is that too much to ask for?

And suddenly the tears are pricking at your eyes and you’re sniffling and hiccuping and still covered in sugar. You feel pathetic and exhausted and miserable, the terrible feeling welling in your chest with every passing moment. 

The front door of the shop swings open, the bell attached to it ringing sharply. Who the hell comes into a bakery at this late? And what the hell did you think you were doing, not locking the door earlier?

“We’re closed!” you manage, voice choked as you scramble to your feet, slightly nervous at the sudden intrusion. 

“It’s me, Y/N!” You recognize Taehyung’s voice instantly, though it doesn’t stop you from being confused. “Sorry for stopping by so late, I have Chim with me and he wouldn’t quit asking for you and I saw the lights on— What the hell happened to you?” 

You’ve fully collected yourself, walking out of the kitchen and into the lobby to find your boyfriend of a few months with his arm wrapped around your friend of many years, staring at the floor and giggling to himself. You’re still a bit flustered, inexplicably covered in powdered sugar and very confused by the sight in front of you. 

“Uh, long story?” you manage. “Well, not really. Just a freak accident in the kitchen.” You approach the two of them tentatively. “Is Jimin okay?”

 At the call of his name, he lifts his head and smiles rather stupidly when he sees you. In an instant, he parts himself from Taehyung and stumbles over to you, nearly crashing into a cake display in the process. 

“Y/N!” He wraps his arms around your waist, digging his nose into your neck and shoulder, no doubt covering his blonde strands in sugar as he nearly squeezes the air out of your lungs. 

“‘Missed you,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your sweater. 

Taehyung shakes his head, running a hand through his dark hair. “He about drank his own weight tonight at the bar, that’s all. Let Jungkook talk him into doing shots and well...” You nod knowingly, rubbing your palm up and down Jimin’s back. “He gave me a lot of trouble on the way here, he wouldn’t let up until we came to check on you.”

You laugh when Jimin squeezes you tighter, peppering kisses at the most ticklish spots on your neck. You’re surprised he’s not more talkative, normally babbling on about any and everything he can think of when he’s had enough to drink. 

“You get any good videos of them acting stupid?” Taehyung chuckles, pulling his phone from his pocket. 

“I’ll send them to you now. Jungkook was flirting with a pole for at least ten minutes before he realized.” You snort and Jimin smiles into your sweater, nearly pressing his entire body weight onto you and sending the both of you toppling. 

You know Taehyung’s tired, try as he might to hide it. You’ve always appreciated how attentive he was of your boyfriend when you couldn’t be. Their shared apartment is on the other side of town, which means either they were drinking nearby (unlikely, you all hated the bars around here) or Jimin had begged to come see you so much that Taehyung finally caved, despite his exhaustion. 

“You can leave him here, if you want. I’ll let him sleep on the couch.” Taehyung’s eyes go wide while Jimin is still blissfully unaware of what’s going on around him, snuggling into you like you’re his childhood stuffed animal. 

“No, no, you don’t have to do that. You’re clearly all tied up here—”

“It’s okay, Tae,” you insist, smiling warmly. “Go home and rest, I’ll take care of him from here.” There’s a moment where Taehyung opens his mouth to argue, but he closes it, seeing your expression. 

He sighs. “Alright, it’s your funeral,” he jokes. “Thanks, Y/N.” 

“No problem.” 

The bells tingle again as Taehyung leaves, bracing himself against the night air. 

“Alright, sleepyhead,” you tease, ruffling Jimin’s hair. “You’re gonna have to let go of me a minute so I can clean up.” 

You shuffle backwards in spite of his grumbling protests, dragging a chair into the kitchen for him to sit on. You peel him off of you while he’s spouting incoherent sentences, gently guiding him into the chair. 

It’s difficult to resist him when he gives you those puppy dog eyes and that pout like he’s going to cry if you don’t pull him into your arms again, but you remain stern, though smiling slightly at this face and clothes that have also become victim to the powdered sugar explosion, via his contact with you. 

He giggles upon fulling taking you in. 

“You look like you got snowed on,” he says, propping his chin in his hand to keep it from bobbing too much. You shake your head, a cloud of white dust falling off of you when you do. “What happened?”

“You don’t look much better, love bug. And it’s sugar.” His brows furrow in confusion before he licks his lips, smile widening at the taste. “I’ll just clean it up and then we can go home, m’kay?”

“You should let me kiss it off for you.”

You laugh, reaching for the broom while he watches you sleepily. “We’d be here all night.”

“I don’t mind,” he calls back in a sing-song voice, seeming more awake than before, or at least, more talkative. 

You get to work sweeping up the sugar, deciding to put the forgotten cupcakes in the fridge and worry about them in the morning. You’ve too soon forgotten that you were sobbing and contemplating staying here all night to finish this order a few minutes ago, Jimin’s presence, albeit pretty drunk, helping you think a bit more sensibly.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Uh-huh! Had sooooo much fun.” You sneak a glance at him, smiling softly at how his cheek is squished against his palm and his head is bobbing slightly. He starts mumbling something again and you can only catch a few words. 

“What was that?” He sighs as you dump some powdered sugar in the trash, grinning at him sweetly.

“I said you’re pretty, dummy.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly as he shakes his head to himself. “Always making me repeat myself when I compliment you.” He juts out his index finger in your direction as his words slur together. “I know your dirty tricks.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing, deciding to tease him further. “Still can’t understand you, love.”

He cries out in frustration, throwing his arms out dramatically. “You’re hot! Is that what you wanna hear?” Now you can’t help but giggle at his pouting, always so easily riled up both sober and intoxicated. 

You kiss him on the top of his head as you pass by, putting away a few stray dishes. “You aren’t too bad yourself.” At that, he huffs, making a point not to look your way and give you the cold shoulder. 

You still have a few things left to tidy up and Jimin doesn’t question you further while you do them. It isn’t until you hear him snoring quietly as you wipe down the counters that you realize he’s nodded off, neck bent dangerously as his head leans against the kitchen wall. You cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his slack-jawed expression, approaching him quietly and snapping a quick picture. You immediately make it your new lockscreen, just to tease him in the morning. 

You remember the first time you met him, when Taehyung invited you to go get drinks along with the rest of your friends. The shop had been a mess and so were you, so Taehyung picked you up from work as soon as you were done as to keep you from just going home and sleeping. You’d slid into the backseat happily, Jungkook in shotgun and Jimin beside you. 

You hadn’t given him many glances, just polite greetings and small talk, not until he quietly informed you that you had hot pink frosting on your forehead and nose and you were thoroughly embarrassed. Luckily, one thing led to another and the minute you had any alcohol in your system, you were pressed against his side, rambling about the cupcake business and your passion for baking. His giggle was more intoxicating than the drinks and you found yourself unable to part from him. 

At the end of the night, you asked him to go on a date then and there, like a drunk idiot. And he said yes, also like a drunk idiot. 

Neither of you made it two steps before you were passed out in the back of Taehyung’s car, your head on his shoulder and his lying on top of yours. 

The next day, you swore you’d never drink again and hoped and prayed Jimin had forgotten the entire incident. But fate is both cruel and caring, and you’d picked up your phone a few hours into your workday to see a text from Jimin, inquiring about the promised date.

There’s still things to do and you definitely aren’t fully cleaned up, but you make the executive decision for yourself and Jimin to just go home before it’s past midnight and you’re really miserable. 

You remove your apron, tossing it in its designated bin at the back of shop, grabbing a bottle of water for Jimin and a defected cupcake (i.e. you knew you loved this flavor and purposely messed up the decoration so you could sneak it later) for yourself. Your boyfriend is still snoring quietly, head jerking painfully every few minutes as his hand struggles to it upright. You gently shake at this shoulders, keeping your voice low as to not startle him too much. 

“Hey, love bug,” you murmur. “Let’s go home, okay? Get you to bed.” He whines in his sleep, pulling away from you. 

“I can’t,” he mumbles. You laugh at his dramatics, grabbing his elbows as you try to coax him to his feet. 

“You can, promise. My apartment is just upstairs, remember?” It’d been nothing short of a coincidence that the space Sunny found for the business lied right underneath your apartment, but in times like these, it was definitely a blessing. 

He wags his finger in your face, his eyes barely opened. “Nuh-uh. No, I have a girlfriend.” You scoff incredulously, crossing your arms. 

“That’s me! How much did you drink?” His eyes open fully and he smiles sheepishly at his mistake. 

“Oh. Oops?” You roll your eyes, pulling him to his feet unceremoniously and shoving the water bottle in one hand, guiding the other around your shoulder. 

“I barely drank anything, really,” he insists as you lock the doors and turn off the lights. 

“Mhmm.”

“Like— Two sips!” he says, holding up three fingers.

“I believe you,” you lie. “Now drink some water.” He complies, though his eyes lie on the chocolate cupcake you’re taking a bite out of. You catch him staring quickly as you round the corner of the building, entering the hallway that leads to the stairs. You’d take the elevator, but you worry that if you don’t keep him moving, he’ll fall asleep where he stands, so you suck it up and prepare to climb three flights. 

Before he even has to ask, you stick the cupcake in his face and he smiles, licking a big chunk of the frosting right off the top. 

“Jimin!” you cry, yanking the cupcake back. “You know I hate when you do that! Enjoy the cupcake as it is or just ask me for some frosting.” He doesn’t seem the least bit guilty as you glare at him, pretending the leftover frosting on the corner of his cheek isn’t both tempting and adorable. 

“But I loooove the frosting!” he argues. “You know what else I love?” You already know what he’s going to say, he’d blurted out the “L word” on your two month anniversary, totally on accident. Luckily, the feelings were mutual. 

“Me?” He scrunches his nose. 

“What? No.” You gasp, offended. “I mean, yes, you know I do, but I wasn’t talking about that. I love the name of your shop.”

You blink at him twice. “You like ‘Bakin’ Me Crazy’?” You huff. “That was the biggest mistake of my life.” Now it’s his turn to be offended, stopping in his tracks and nearly sending you both falling back down the stairs. “Jimin—!”

“It’s an amazing name, Y/N!” he exclaims, brown eyes wide and earnest. “It’s cute.”

Hmmph. “If you say so, weirdo.”

“Cute like you,” he sings, loud enough to wake the entire building.

“Stop complimenting me. I’m still mad at you.” You shove the last bit of cupcake in your mouth, wiping the crumbs from your mouth with your thumb. He giggles, leaning closer to you. 

“I like you so much, did you know that?”

“I did.”

“I’d really like you if you gave me a piggyback ride, though.” You scoff. 

“You’re such a tease! You always lay it on thick when you want something.” You remember his words from earlier, wagging your finger in his face to copy him. “I know your dirty tricks.”

He sighs, acting extra tired as if to emphasize how deserving he is of a piggyback ride from you. You’d consider giving it to him, if you thought you were physically capable and you weren’t on a stairwell. 

He takes another sip of water as he pouts. “Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“No.”

“And whipped cream?” A laugh slips through your lips, all too soft for him when he’s acting cute like this. 

“What are you even talking about?” you giggle, unlocking the door to your apartment which is thankfully not far from the stairwell. “Just keep drinking that water. You’re gonna be so embarrassed in the morning.” You guide him to the side of the bed next to your dresser, helping him sit down. 

He makes grabby hands at you as you fish through your drawers for pajamas, muttering something about you abandoning him. 

You hold up a pair of bright orange fleece pants decorated with penguins. “You like these? All my sweats are in the wash.” You toss them into his lap when he nods happily. “Do you need help?” He yawns and blinks hard and you smile in satisfaction, seeing that his water bottle is half empty and he’s ever so slightly more sober. 

“I got it,” he says. You go into the bathroom, washing your face and changing into your own kiddish pajamas. When you come back into the bedroom, Jimin’s already tucked in with the covers pulled to his chin. 

You cross your arms. “I don’t remember inviting you into my bed, mister.” He smiles at you as you slide in next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You’d had every intention of sending him to the couch out of fear that he’d puke on your sheets, but you reason that you’d be cold without him and you’d rather be close by if he did get sick. 

You dust the last of the powdered sugar off of his nose and brows, pressing your cheek into his chest, exhaustion already overcoming you. Underneath the alcohol, you can still smell the comforting scent of his vanilla lotion, lulling you to sleep. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet!” he suddenly exclaims, pushing you a few inches away. You groan, propping yourself on your elbow and wondering how the hell he’s still awake and bothering you. 

“What is it?” You blink a few times as he smiles cheekily. 

“One more kiss.” You scoff. “You still have sugar on your face. On your lips, actually. So I should get it for you.” 

You’re scoffing but oblige, smiling into the kiss as he slots his plush lips against yours, knowing very well you scrubbed the last of the sugar off your face moments ago. 

--

You wake up to your phone ringing rather rudely. You sigh, peeling yourself away from Jimin and laughing at his bedhead and the displeased expression he makes in his sleep, his face swollen and eyes shut tightly. 

“Hello?” you whisper, pulling yourself into a sitting position. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Once you register her voice, you can barely contain your excitement, bouncing on the bed once before reminding yourself that Jimin’s still asleep. 

“Sunny!” you whisper-yell. “How’s Jisoo and the baby? You a mom yet?” Your business partner laughs on the other end of the phone. 

“Oh, she’s fine. Just tired. The baby was born a few hours ago, but we’re still deciding on a name for her.” You grin. “So yeah, I’m a mom and you can be her unofficial auntie.”

“You’re gonna name her after me, right?” 

Sunny giggles tiredly on the other end of the phone. “I’ll add it to the list, don’t worry.” You’re about to tell her to go get some rest, but she interrupts you before you can. 

“Speaking of names! I got in contact with that guy about changing our sign so we can finally choose a different name for the business. You’re still serious about that, right?”

You glance at Jimin, his cheek squished against the pillow and lips puckered. You run your fingers through his blonde hair and he sighs contentedly. 

“Maybe we should leave it, for now.”

“What? But you said—”

“I know, I know. Let’s talk about it another time. Go get some sleep!” 

The two of you exchange a few more words of endearment and congratulations before you hang up, noting the sunlight cracking through your blinds. 

You know you need to get up soon. There’s still cupcakes to bake and customers to deal with and a temporary replacement for Sunny to find. 

But for a moment, you self-indulge, curling up next to Jimin, letting him wrap his arms around you and warm you back up. He digs his nose into your shoulder as you press a quick kiss onto his forehead, closing your eyes and drifitng back to sleep, feeling weightless as he holds you. 

#dulce-pjm: request #stayjimin #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts scenario #jimin scenairo #jimin fluff #jimin fanfic #bakery au #hehe i love puns !! #but just for fics and fic titles #if you say a pun to me irl i'll probably groan #if it's good though? #you have my entire heart #you decide if it's worth the risk lmao

[omnivorousshipper]

Hello Omni! I gotta request for tomorrow (Friday). May I have Deckard getting custody of Hattie and Owen and realizing that although life is even harder than before- they are safe, healthy, and together-and that’s what really matters

Hi friend! I squealed when I saw this one!! It's sooooo good!! I hope you don't mind that I went a little overboard with it >.<

Deckard wasn’t sure how it had happened. Everything had gone by in a flash so quick, he could barely remember anything.

He could clearly remember the phone call informing him that his childhood home., everything he and his family owned, having going up in flame.

Working a job for his uncle, he had been on the other side of London when he had gotten the call in the middle of the night. He had been stalking a guy that owed his uncle money and needed to be paid a lesson. But, the guy escaped that night because Deckard had to make sure his siblings were alive.

Rushing home, Deckard swore he wasn’t breathing when he saw the raging fire engulfing his home. All the windows had been exploded and fire licked out of them and at the brick of the brownstone. Standing numbly in the middle of the street, Deckard could only stare with wide eyes as his world came crumbling down.

The only thing that shook him out of his shock was when a firefighter harshly grabbed his arm and screamed into his face, demanding to know if he was Deckard Shaw.

Nodding dumbly, Deckard was dragged towards an ambulance, with several EMTs standing outside of it. One was helping another bandage his arm.

“I found the older brother!” The firefighter that had dragged him forward called out to them. A look of relief passed over all of the medical staff, especially the one with the damaged arm.

“About time! Do you have any idea the kind of menaces you’re siblings are?!” The EMT that was patching the other yelled at him. “They’ve locked themselves in the ambulance and refuse to come out!”

Deckard desperately wanted to know why the hell these adults had let two small teenagers commandeer their ambulance, but he had more important things to worry about. Like if his siblings were hurt, and how the hell the fire had started. Not sparing another glance to the EMTs, Deckard walked up to the ambulance and banged on the back door.

“Oh! Hatts! If you don’t open this door in three seconds, I’ll come in there myself and you won’t like the consequences!”

It only took two seconds before the back door was cracked open and two, wide eyes stared back at him. A small hand poked out and tried to grab at him. Shaking his head, Deckard narrowed his eyes at Hattie.

“Get out of there, Hatts. You and Oh.”

She glared at him, but the door was pushed opened to reveal his siblings.

Both Owen and Hattie were covered in soot, but he couldn’t see any burns or other injuries on them. Hattie was holding a stuffed animal to her chest while Owen was wrapped up in one of Deckard’s sweaters. Sighing, Deckard opened his arms and wasn’t surprised when they both launched themselves into his chest.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m here now.” He whispered as he heard a small hiccup come from his chest. He couldn’t tell which one it came from, especially since both were shaking.

Holding his siblings close, Deckard looked up at the still burning building. He could already hear the building cracking and saw the roof fall inwards into the fiery infernal. They had all grown up in this building, having called nowhere else home.

What were they going to do now? “Oh? Where’s da?” Deckard asked quietly. He needed to know where their father was. If he had also been in the house at the time, he would need to find him. Just so the man wouldn’t hunt them down and accuse them of running away.

“How do you think the fire started?” Owen spat, not raising his head from where he hid in Deckard’s protective hug.

Even with the fire only a few meters away, Deckard went cold.

That absolute bastard!

Deckard could feel himself shaking, but not from fear. No. He was going to get his hands on their father and teach him a lesson about playing with fire.

“Was he inside?” Deckard had to ask.

“He left, so Oh and I went downstairs to get something to eat.” Hattie spoke up. “That’s when we smelled smoke.”

“I’m so sorry, Deck.” Owen whimpered. “The living room was already on fire! I couldn’t stop it!” “Owen, shhh. It’s not your fault. You couldn’t do anything.” Deckard soothed his brother. Tears were streaming down both of his little siblings’ faces, leaving tracks through the soot. No doubt they had both run back upstairs to grab what they thought most important before escaping.

“What happens now?” Hattie whimpered.

Taking a deep breath, Deckard didn’t know.

“Let’s get somewhere to sleep. Then we’ll call mum.”

They had all stumbled into a hotel, Owen and Hattie in soot covered pajamas, and Deckard in dark clothes that made him look incredibly suspicious next to two small looking children. Through a harsh scowl at the receptionist, Deckard demanded a room for the night. Luckily, they were able to get the room and all pass out.

The next day though came with far too many difficulties.

First, it took forever to get ahold of their mother. Deckard had to yell at too many of her henchmen to finally be able to speak to her right-hand man, Jules. From there, it took ever him some time to get Queenie Shaw on the phone.

“Deck, how many times do I have to tell you, I can’t just stop working-”

“The house burnt down.”

His mother was silent for only a beat.

“There’s a place a few blocks away that I own. You three will live there.”

“Mum, it’s not that simple-”

“And of course, you’ll be expected to raise your siblings.”

“What-?” Deckard choked out.

“Your father called me up earlier, saying he gave me full custody. But, Deck, I can’t have that right now. I’m far too busy.”

“Wait.” Deckard stuttered. “So, you’re giving me full custody instead?” “Yes.” His mother said as if talking to a small child. “I’ll provide any type of financial support of course.”

Deckard didn’t know how to tell her that was the least of his concerns.

“Now, I need to get back to work. If you need anything, call Jules.”

With that, Deckard became the legal guardian of his brother and sister.

Resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room, Deckard clenched his jaw and set it down gently. Looking up, he saw Owen and Hattie watching the television diligently, still wearing sooty pajamas.

Sighing, Deckard walked over to them and scooped them up into his lap. They both whined about interrupting their show, but he couldn’t care less.

He could only appreciate them being safe, healthy, and alive in his arms. That’s the only thing that mattered at that moment.

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