#Muffin babbles

[twistedappletree]

NOT ME GETTING TO CALL HANS BEAUTIFUL IN ITALIAN OMGGG

[hypnautic-cereal]

Welcome Home agere babbling :3

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I like to imagine Poppy sometimes regressing while having Eddie over

She enjoys just laying her head on his lap and Eddie petting her. Poppy feels a bit nervous in doing so, but Eddie doesn’t mind it at all. His hand glides along the smoothness and softness of her feathers, giving a few head scratches every now and then. Eddie hums a little tune to help Poppy rest, and she falls asleep, feeling like a little chick again

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[dollywons]

hii!! ♡︎ I just wanted to say thank you guys so much for 1.4k+ and finding my posts + content worthy of your follow! I never in a million years would’ve expected my blog to get this far, so I hope I can continue to produce enough works to make you happy! \(^ヮ^)/

Sorry for the random break I took, so as of now my requests are closed, as I’m trying to catch up on as much as possible!! :> THANKS SO MUCH AGAIN AHH <333

[queerpyracy]

every recipe with pumpkin is deeply cowardly about the amount of spices you should put in. "two teaspoons pumpkin spice" absolutely not. first of all i don't buy my spices pre-blended secondly we are putting in as much of each of them as the spirit and my heart tell me to

[beannary]

The phrase ‘oh Schrödinger we’re really in it now’ has fully entered my vocabulary and this is your fault /lh

literally im so happy that people like that line alksjdhf its so silly

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Guys. I am sitting. It is late. I am craving muffins.

[yue-muffin]

decided to go for 2ha for my next book purchase! volume 2 was on sale so I grabbed it...while I prefer thousand autumns for the writing and tone, I love myself a good angst train and I've been dying to get the full experience from 2ha since forever (literally read about some of most heartbreaking scenes on a discord serve YEARS ago and re-discovered the title later on, but never got around to reading the fan translation as it was releasing).

tbh i don't see myself getting into any of the other novels currently released or releasing by this publisher (which seems to be one of the easier ones to actually obtain) aside from peerless. they're either not genres I like to read for or stuff I've already read, so might as well commit to 2ha. just need to wait for a volume 1 sale!

i will say, the covers are gorgeous and the layout and color pages are very pleasing. the quality of the presentation surprised me.

[sunni-stuff]

I have bad baby fever so take this.

—★! Tags: Established relationship, baby? Afab!!

Ghost never thought about having children before. He didn't understand them; they confused him. Worst of all, he envied them. How could someone willingly bring a child into a world filled with so much chaos that men like him and the task force had to clean it all up? How could a child smile so innocently while his childhood was nothing short of a nightmare?

He didn't want kids.

That was until he met your niece, Lola. She had to stay overnight, interrupting the plans he made with the team. Johnny wanted to sit down and play a game of drunk poker, but upon seeing chubby little Lola sitting on the rug playing with her blocks, his heart practically melted at the sight.

"Lt., you didn't tell us the missus gave birth," Soap teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Ghost snorted, shaking his head. "She's not mine, Johnny. That's my niece, Lola."

The men exchanged amused glances, but their attention quickly turned back to Lola, who looked up from her blocks with a bright, toothy grin. She babbled something unintelligible and held up a block as if showing off her masterpiece.

Ghost found himself smiling beneath his mask, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. He wasn't used to this feeling—this softness. It was alien to him, yet he couldn't deny the tiny spark of joy Lola brought into the room.

The poker game was postponed as the men took turns entertaining Lola. She giggled at Gaz's funny faces, clapped along with Soap's silly songs, and stared wide-eyed at Price's stories. But it was Ghost who seemed to captivate her the most. She crawled over to him, tugging at his pant leg until he picked her up.

Simon held her awkwardly at first, unsure of what to do. But as Lola nestled into his arms, a sense of calm washed over him. She looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and for a moment, all the chaos and darkness in his life faded away.

He still didn't understand children, and they still confused him. But holding Lola, Simon began to see a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a place for a bit of light in his shadowed world.

Needless to say, after that eye-opening experience, Simon quickly became attached to the loveable child. He tells your sibling to call on their work days if they need a babysitter, claiming he's just trying to help lift the burden. Family helps family, after all.

Wrong!!

In reality, that man is completely smitten by Lola. Loves her to death. The moment he gets free time Simon is calling up your sibling, asking if they need any help, maybe needing a break from the child for a while and if Simon gets the okay, he's speeding to pick up Lola and whisking her away to your home.

Simon drops everything for her. In the middle of a workout? Give him 5 minutes. He's a fresh man, ready to play dinosaurs. Hell, he doesn't even know what playing dinosaurs is besides the fact Lola loves t-rex and being chased in her green dinosaur onesie. He went as far as to buy countless toys and books for Lola to play with in his home office, no less! Her favorite story books are tucked away in his desk, burying the paperwork he was supposed to have done for Price.

If Lola throws a tantrum with you, he immediately gives you a side-eye. What did you do to make the princess unhappy?

The man absolutely adores that cute muffin, and you couldn't be more shocked. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your husband, who refused to think about children, was now wrapped around your tiny niece's finger! Heck, she's practically your kid now, especially since Lola sleeps in between the two of you, cuddling up to Simon contently.

Simon treats Lola like she is his own child, so imagine his heartbreak when your sibling gives you two the news that they're going to be visiting home for a while. He's distraught, already missing the tiny ball of life, moping about your shared home putting away Lola's toys when suddenly an idea rings in his head.

His beautiful, hardworking doll can give him a child.

♡! I have a lot of drafts, and this was one. My writing is all funky and all over the place bc it's written between being awake and having no sleep!! I have more stuff I want to post, and I might continue this.

[kingkaisen]

彡 MOTHER’S DAY — dad! gojo drabble.

彡 Check out the dad! gojo series . . .

“C’mere, muffin. We need to talk about something.”

Satoru Gojo’s softly spoken words caught his young daughter’s attention, and the four-year-old placed her toys on the floor — two dolls that were still in top-notch condition, both because she treated them with love and care, and forced her two brothers to help her reach the bottle of your expensive shampoo in your master bathroom to wash their hair.

Gently, Satoru lifted his daughter and placed her on his lap. He couldn’t help but sadly grin over the fact that she was growing. While he will always be able to carry her, even when she’s thirty and has no desire to be lifted, knowing that his preschooler would soon be a child both warmed his heart and snapped it into pieces.

“So, you remember what today is, don’t you?”

“Mother’s Day!” The young girl exclaimed, wiggling her feet a bit.

“That’s right,” Satoru smiled down at her. “Today is about celebrating mothers, and it’s the perfect day to show Mom how much we love her. What do you say we make her some breakfast?”

“Mommy can get waffles and stuff, and some-and some syrup and butter . . .”

Excitedly, she hopped down from Satoru’s lap, continuing to ramble on and on about the breakfast she wanted to create for you.

The pitter-patter of her little feet taking her from the living room to the kitchen was nearly as loud as her neverending babbling about eggs and orange juice.

While Satoru made sure you’d wake up to plenty of gifts before heading to the all-day exclusive spa he booked for you, a surprise breakfast made by your precious daughter and kindhearted husband would certainly warm your heart the most — face masks and massages be damned.

And, well, perhaps the breakfast wouldn’t be a surprise entirely, as you could hear the heavy footsteps of your two teenage sons creaking against the floor outside of your bedroom as they tried their hardest to sneak downstairs to gather your presents.

“Quit stomping, you’re gonna wake her up!” One of your sons shouted.

“Then quit shouting, you idiot,” your other son replied.

Along with that, the clink-clanks from pots and pans being moved around in the kitchen were anything but quiet.

What a beautiful way to be disturbed.

Around thirty minutes later, your adorable family “awakened” you and guided you downstairs, where your breakfast and presents were waiting. It was a beautiful display — the sizzling plate next to a warm mug of steaming tea, next to a vase of colorful flowers, and wrapped gifts filling the nearby chairs.

However, as wonderful as the sight of it was, it paled in comparison to the excited grins on your family member’s faces.

Satoru approached you, and softly, he kissed your cheek.

“Happy Mother’s Day.”

— Next Part.

[dollywons]

hii beautiful people! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ , just a reminder that I’m currently focusing on orders from mid august and before because I still want to catch up on those ! so any request sent after that will take some time to get to :<

please check my masterlist for updates on if orders are closed or not ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ i try my best to update it regularly, and I’ve also started classes again (BOOOO) so I use as much free time as I can get! ♡︎

[capitan-queen-anne]

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Hello, this is my first time writing something like this. English is not my first language, and to be quite honest, I'm still learning, and I used the translator to help me, following my heart, so... :)

please don't be mean to me.

featuring : Violet x reader x Caitlyn

Warnings: smut (18+), threesome, fingering, oral, Vi nicknamed the reader muffin. that's it, and a little more.

Synopsis: morning activities ;)

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The alarm clock blares. You grumble, slapping the snooze button.

"Ugh..." Vi groans, her red hair messy. "Five more minutes..." She sleepily murmurs, pulling you into a deeper cuddle. Vi's like a muscular koala, a bundle of warmth. her body is warm and her embrace is comfortable. so unfair.

"Up, you two." Caitlyn gently whispers, nudging you and Vi. Caitlyn, always the responsible one. She's even already in her Enforcer uniform, what's weird why, Today's an day off.

"I made your favorite tea." The tall Piltovian nudges you with a small smile. "And black coffee for you, Vi." Caitlyn adds, wiping the drool from your lip, then petting your hair.

You groaned lightly, hiding your face in the pillow, trying to escape the light coming through the windows.

Caitlyn raises a brow, chuckling softly at your cute babble. She places the drinks carefully on the bedside table. sitting beside you, on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair.

Vi throws her arm around your waist and sighs, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

Caitlyn chuckles at Violet's clingyness. She looks over at Vi, gently stroking her hair. "how stubborn." Caitlyn mutters, amused at your sleep-clung onto each other.

Caitlyn gently shakes your shoulder. "Sweetheart, it's not healthy to oversleep." She reminds

Vi mumbles something in protest, tightening her grip on you. She pulls the covers over her head. "Five more minutes, Cupcake."

Caitlyn shakes her head, a warm smile on her face. She reaches over, gently poking Vi from underneath the covers. "your drinks are getting cold"

you groaned, taking your face off the pillow and blinking your eyes slowly until you got used to the light "Cait?"

Caitlyn leans in, gently cupping your face with one hand. She smiles at your husky voice, your sleepy expression, and your bed-tousled hair. You look utterly adorable to her.

She hums in acknowledgment at your sleepy murmur. "Yes, sweetheart?"

Cait's accent brings a lazy smile to your lips, you just murmur lightly taking her hand with both hands and rubbing your cheek against the warm skin

Caitlyn's smile widens, watching you nuzzle her hand, practically melting from your cuteness. Her thumb gently brushes your cheek. She leans forward, lightly kissing the top of your head.

Caitlyn glances over at Vi, who was peeking out of the covers, eyeing the affectionate display with a hint of jealousy. She chuckles softly.

You moves one of her hands, caressing the Zaunite's tattooed arm. "I'm still sleepy," she murmurs, turning over and burying her head in Vi's neck.

Vi responds by wrapping her strong arms around you, holding you against her warm body.

"Me too muffin." She mumbles in response, burying her face into your hair. Vi inhales your scent, basking in your soft touch and presence. She murmurs softly, her breath warm against your skin. "But Cupcake won't let us sleep in, as much as I want to." She looks over her shoulder, meeting Cait's narrow gaze, accompanied by a restrained smile.

"so mean" you murmur dramatically dragging your nails down the pinkette's back lovingly.

Vi shivers lightly, goosebumps covering her skin from the sensation of your nails tracing along her back. She can't help but shiver again, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Vi pulls you closer, tightening her embrace around you. She buries her face into the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin: "You're gonna regret doing that, princess."

you snort, chuckling softly before doing it again.

Vi groans, her grip on you tightening in response to your touch. She nips at your neck, leaving a love bite.

Vi's cheeks are slightly flushed. The way you're touching her is making her start to feel hot and bothered.

Caitlyn watches you and Vi's interaction. She can see the change in Vi's expression. It looks like the Zaunite is becoming affected by your touches. The sight of this makes Caitlyn's heart beat faster. She can't help but blush, feeling a little flustered by the growing heat between the two.

"Hmm... So easy" you whisper, lightly biting the skin within your reach.

Vi's body tenses up as you bite her skin, your warm, wet tongue brushing the spot right after. A low moan escapes her lips, her grip on you tightening, her cheeks becoming flushed.

"Y-You're gonna regret this, muffin." She grumbles, her voice breathless. Vi's hands slide under the hem of your shirt, her fingers splaying across your bare skin, igniting sparks of heat with every touch.

"Hmmmm" Izzy murmurs and gets off the Zaunite's neck looking at Caitlyn "I thought you were off today" she says softly reaching out to touch the arm resting on the bed.

Caitlyn's heart skips a beat when Izzy's hand brushes over her arm. She shivers at the soft touch, her eyes meeting Izzy's gaze.

She nods, a warm smile on her face. "I am. But you know how I am; a workaholic can't go a day without getting something productive done." Caitlyn chuckles, then glances between Izzy and Vi, her smile slightly shifting to a sly grin.

"Well... I can think of a lot of productive things you can do without a uniform" you say slightly mischievously and use your free hand to caress the back of Violet's neck while looking at Cait.

"can you?" cait says with a mischievous smile and an amused look.her thoughts immediately going to naughty places at your words. She feels a flutter of excitement in her stomach, her heart racing faster.

Vi, now sitting up on the bed, also flushes at your words. A playful smirk appears on her face as she notices the shift in tension. She looks at Caitlyn with a knowing look and murmurs: " Sounds like a good idea to me cupcake."

You sit up sighing. The strap of your silk nightgown slips gently down your shoulder and she sighs moving her neck "doesn't that sound good to you?"

Caitlyn glances at the movement of the strap sliding off your shoulder and a shiver of heat runs down her body. She swallows hard, her eyes tracing the contour of your neck and collarbone. Caitlyn bites her lip.

Vi looks at you, her eyes fixed on your exposed skin. Her smirk widens, her breath quickening. She leans closer, one hand gripping the bedsheet as she fights the urge to reach out.

Caitlyn inhales slowly, her voice a little huskier as she answers. "Well... those activities are definitely productive..." She glances at Vi, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

The Zaunite smirks, her gaze locked on you. There's a spark of desire visible in her expression. "We should... start working on those activities as soon as possible. Right, Cupcake?"

Vi's breath catches in her throat as your hand caresses her skin, tracing a fiery path along her arm and shoulder. Her heart skips a beat. Her body aches to be touched, but then you pull away right as she leans in, leaving her wanting more. Vi lets out a soft growl, a mixture of frustration and desire burning within her.

She locks eyes with you, her gaze becoming intense and filled with need. Vi knows you're teasing her, but damn, it's working. She leans in again, her eyes fixed on your lips, craving for a taste.

"Calm down, we have to be fair" you smile and look at Caitlyn "Cait was so sweet making our coffee, and we haven't even drunk it yet, it's only fair that she comes first"

Caitlyn's breath hitches as both of you look at her. A mixture of excitement and anticipation in her eyes. She can see the desire on both of your expressions and it only makes her heart beat faster.

The Piltover's voice is a little shaky as she replies: "I-I suppose that's fair..."

You smile excitedly and get out of the sheets, getting up and standing in front of the older woman, moving her hands to undo the buttons on her sheriff's outfit. you looks over Cait's shoulder and sees Vi approaching Cait from behind. The blue haired woman holds the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, her soft lips moving against yours with a certain urgency.

Cait's breathing falters when you're apart She tries to steady herself but can't help but shiver as your hands brush against her skin. The feeling of Vi pressing against his body from behind only makes his excitement increase.

You quickly get rid of the top, leaving the sheriff in her bra and pants while the Zaunite begins to kiss the back of Cait's neck, running her hands over her shoulders. You wet your lips at the sight of her flushed face and bright eyes in front of you, before kneeling between the sheriff's legs and beginning to undo her leather belt.

Caitlyn's breathing quickens as you look at her from this angle, grabbing the waistband of your pants in a silent plea.

Caitlyn feels acutely aware of the pinkette's presence, trailing kisses down her neck as she returns her hands to her clothed breasts. Her heart is racing, and the feel of Vi's wet lips against her neck only heightens her arousal.

Caitlyn's eyes narrow slightly, lifting her hips so you can pull the pants down her thighs, her body tensing in anticipation. She could feel Vi's heat behind her, your hands roaming her now bare thighs, a subtle reminder of the desire between the three of them.

you wet your lips by opening her legs and kissing the inside of her thighs lightly

Caitlyn's body tenses in anticipation, her breath getting even shorter. The feeling of your lips against her skin is making her head spin.

She feels Vi's hands moving across her body, her touch igniting her every nerve ending. The combination of both of your touches is driving her almost to the edge.

Caitlyn lets out a soft moan, the sound shaky and filled with need. She feels her heart race as she struggles to hold back her desires.

You finally pay some attention to the puddle between her legs, dragging your tongue across the warm, flushed skin, moaning softly at the taste.

Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat, her body quivering at your touch. She grips the sheets on the bed, her knuckles turning white.

Vi's fingers slide across her body, gently tracing over her skin. The feeling of Vi's touch combined with your teasing is almost overwhelming. She shudders, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to control herself.

Caitlyn tries to take a deep breath, but it's caught in her throat as she lets out a strangled moan, her body burning with need.

You look up to see Cait leaning against Vi, who is caressing her body and breasts. The pink haired girl pulls Cait's bra down, playing with her pink nipples as she kisses the sheriff's neck, who has her head hanging back on the woman's shoulder. The younger girl moves one of her hands using one of her fingers on the older girl, collecting some of her lubrication with her fingertips before sinking a finger into her hot hole, while keeping her mouth on her clitoris, brushing her tongue slowly.

Caitlyn closes her eyes, she moans softly as Vi's hands explore her body, her touch stoking the fire that's building inside. She lets out a sharp gasp as your touch moves to her center, the feeling both exciting and overwhelming. Caitlyn is becoming lost in the pleasure, her body on fire with need and desire.

She whispers breathlessly, her voice shaky: "humm... oh, ... more."

Heat rises up your neck, your nails lightly scratching cait's thighs, adding a second finger your finger moves gently against her warm walls while moving your tongue faster. Fire races through Caitlyn's body, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. The pleasure is building, becoming almost unbearable. She grips the sheets tightly, trying to anchor herself in the moment.

A strangled moan escapes her lips as you add another finger, her body arching involuntarily at the additional sensation. The feeling of you against her, combined with Vi's touch, is pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

She can barely string words together, her voice trembling as she whispers: "Don't... don't stop, don't... please, don't stop. I need more..."

Vi is enjoying the moment, watching your effect on Caitlyn and feeling the tension in the air. She continues to touch and caress the Sheriff's body, her own desire growing as she sees how much her wife is enjoying your actions.

She leans in, her teeth nipping at Caitlyn's ear, her voice low and possessive: "You're so close, aren't you, Cupcake? I can see how much you need it. We're going to make you feel so good..."

The sounds that caitlyn makes and the way she squeezes her fingers deliciously leave you satisfied, cait closes her legs around the youngest's head, while squeezing and scratching Vi's thighs, moaning almost pornographically when you changes the back and forth movements and chooses the 'come here', massaging the G-spot repeatedly.

Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat, her body tense and quivering. She can feel the pleasure building, the combination of your touch and Vi's presence making it almost impossible to think.

She grips the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as you switch to massaging her sweet spot. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and she can feel herself right on the edge of release.

Between gasps and moans, she whispers urgently, "Please..."

Your touch is driving her to the brink, and she can barely form a coherent thought. The only thing on her mind is the pleasure that's consuming her.

"Don't stop... please... I'm so close," she gasps, her voice rough and strained. She's teetering on the edge, her body tense and quivering. Caitlyn's fingers dig into the Vi's thighs, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

You speed up your movements while caressing the older woman's thigh with your free hand. You look up and see Violet massaging the blue girl's breasts firmly, while looking at you between her legs. Just before using one of her hands to turn Cait's face towards her and kiss her lips, the angle is uncomfortable, but the sheriff moans into the pinkette's lips and they separate, panting. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes shone mischievously. The image as a whole short-circuited your mind, making your own excitement ache between your legs.

"She's not going... isn't she, muffin?" *Violet speaks close to Cait's ear, you feel your face blush, and you speed up the movements with your tongue, before pulling your fingers out and replacing them with your tongue. Cait's thighs tighten around your head, and you find yourself forced to neglect her furiously blushing clitoris in exchange for your consciousness. Although it wouldn't be so bad to die like that, would it?

You take one of Vi's hands and bring it to Cait's clitoris, in a silent request for the older woman to continue the work, while holding the blue girl's thighs.

Vi understands the non-verbal communication instantly, and slowly massages your pleasure center, swirling your fingertips across the soft flesh.

Caitlyn's body arches at the dual sensations, her breath catching in her throat. She lets out a low, guttural moan.

"Oh, god," she gasps, her voice raspy and strained. "I can't... I can't..."

She's teetering on the edge, her body taut like a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. The pleasure is overwhelming, and she clings to the sheets. She feels as though she's on the verge of breaking apart, every nerve in her body alive with sensation. It's too much, and yet, somehow, not enough. She needs more, but doesn't know how to ask for it. All she can do is gasp and moan, her body trembling.

your tongue caresses the sheriff's inner walls, drinking the excitement that wet her chin, you squeeze cait's thighs, going as deep as you can.

Caitlyn's body bucks against your touch, her senses on fire. She can feel her orgasm building, a wave of pleasure ready to crash over her. The way you're pushing and pulling her nerves is overwhelming, and the combination of sensations is almost too much to bear. She digs her nails into the pinkette's thighs hard, eliciting a low grunt from Vi., her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her head falls back against Violet, who continues to touch her body.

The feeling of Vi's touch combined with your mouth is pushing Caitlyn beyond the limits of pleasure. She's on the edge, tense and on the verge of collapsing.

Her whole body is shaking, the pleasure so intense it makes her dizzy. It's too much, but at the same time, not enough. until it is.

You feel her pussy squeezing your tongue like her life depends on it, right before the sheriff lets out the most pornographically relieved moan you've ever heard, accompanied by the trembling in her thighs. . It seems like the job was making her a little too tense.

Caitlyn is lost in the moment, consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through her body. The feeling of you practically drinking from her, along with her hands roaming and squeezing her body is enough to push her off the cliff.

When Caitlyn starts to shake too much, Violet removes her hand, leaving a gentle kiss on Cait's cheek. You sigh, licking what's left of Caitlyn's orgasm, the space between your own thighs, sticky and sore.

Seeing the look on your face, Vi can't help but smile. She leans over looking over cait's shoulder , her voice low and sultry.

"looks like someone here is having fun" making cait look down at you.

You look up, seeing both women with their eyes on you, a smile appears on your lips before you suck on your two sticky fingers and run your tongue over your lips slowly "you know me, there's nothing about this that I don't do with pleasure" your voice hoarse with excitement.

Vi and Cait are both watching you intently, their expressions filled with desire and admiration. The way you look up at them, your tongue running over your red lips, your flushed face and disheveled hair, is enough to make them weak in the knees.

Vi lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "You're going to be the death of us, you know that?"

Cait can only nod in agreement, her voice caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. "God, you're amazing."

Your cheeks heat up slightly, something about how they both look at you now.

You smiles slightly red "sycophants" she leans on Cait's thighs getting up. They both continue to look at you with admiration and desire.

Caitlyn's voice is a little shaky, still recovering from the intensity of the moment. "You have a way with your tongue, that's for sure."

You smile "Practice makes perfect"

Caitlyn grins. "Well, you certainly seem to have plenty of practice."

Vi nods in agreement, her voice low and sultry. "And we're more than happy to benefit from it."

Her eyes narrow slightly "oh I see how" the youngest wets her lips and sits cross legged on the bed. Vi and Cait exchange a knowing glance, their smiles growing wider.

Vi moves closer to you, her eyes darkened with desire. She rests her chin on your shoulder, her lips brushing gently against your ear as she speaks.

"Now, I think it's time we return the favor."

Caitlyn kneels in front of you on the bed, her hands tracing your legs, gently pushing your thighs apart.

"oh..."

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Pt2?

Hii. The art between the girls is not mine, it belongs to sufleh, an artist here on Tumblr. I found it very beautiful. I was nervous to post it, because I've been writing for a while, but I've never really posted anything, but this really inspired me. Thank you. ❤️

[beannary]

What do you use to draw your art?

i use clip studio paint! and i mostly use the assets that are already pre-installed when you download it but the few assets that i did download separately are mostly ones that drawfee recommend or use

[prettygirl-gabi]

Current & Forever

Pairing: Olivia Miles x Reader

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball (Notre Dame/TCU)

Summary: current girlfriend… try again…

A/N: final got an Olivia post for yall

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @zizi-bee-yapping

This house smells like every good memory I’ve ever had.

Cedarwood walls soaked with old lake water and lemon cleaner. Salt from air-dried swimsuits. Peeling screen doors that squeak like they’ve missed me.

The house my granddad built when I was a baby, back when my only job was eating applesauce and babbling nonsense on the dock while he grilled catfish and sang Luther Vandross like he meant it.

Now I’m grown. And my girlfriend—my beautiful, stubborn, “I transferred to TCU because I needed a fresh start and now I sleep like a baby at night” girlfriend—is sitting on the porch swing, wearing my old high school hoodie and peeling a mango with a paring knife like it’s a sport.

“Babe,” I call through the open screen door, balancing three bags of groceries on one arm and holding my phone in the other, “can you come help me with this haul?”

She grins and pops a mango slice in her mouth. “You just want me to look cute for your little TikTok haul, huh?”

“You do look cute,” I say, kicking the door closed behind me. “But also yes.”

Ten minutes later, we’re both in the kitchen. Sunlight spills through the back windows and glints off the quartz countertop Grandad installed with his own hands.

Olivia’s barefoot, hair tied in a messy puff, cutting strawberries while I set up my phone against a makeshift tripod made of cereal boxes.

I hit record.

“Hey guys,” I say with a soft grin. “So I’m at my childhood vacation house for the week and I’m here with Olivia, my current girlfriend—”

Olivia freezes.

She blinks.

Strawberry juice drips from the knife to the cutting board.

“Current?” she echoes, eyebrows lifting in slow motion like she didn’t just hear me say the wildest thing ever.

I keep going, because chaos is my love language. “And today we’re gonna do a lil grocery haul for y’all—”

“Current?” Olivia repeats, putting the knife down like it personally offended her. “What the fuck you mean current? No, no—cut the cameras. Cut this shit right now.”

I laugh. A full belly-laugh.

She doesn’t.

She marches over, hands slick from fruit juice, and cups my face with both palms. “Y/N. You looking at me?”

“Yes, Liv.”

“No, no, look at me.” She tilts my chin like I’m a kid who just got caught sneaking cookies before dinner. “You mean to tell me—after three years, after I flew you to South Bend for your birthday senior year, after we spent two months talking every night while I was thinking about transferring—you calling me your current girlfriend like I’m just filling in a slot until you rotate again?”

“Liv—”

“No. Uh-uh. Imma crash out on this camera, don’t play with me. I’m not your current girlfriend. I’ve been your only girlfriend. We started dating during March Madness three years ago and you’ve been mine ever since.”

I lean forward and kiss her.

Right on the mouth. Sticky strawberry hands and all.

Just a soft press, slow, right in the middle of her flustered rant.

Then I pull back, smirking. “Anyway, like I was saying before Olivia had a full crisis—”

She groans.

“—I’m here with my current girlfriend, Olivia Miles, and we’re gonna do a lil haul. Starting with… mini cornbread muffins, because someone decided she’s a Southern belle now that she transferred to TCU.”

Olivia shakes her head and backs out of the frame. “Cut the cameras, deadass. Ma, turn this shit off.”

I laugh and end the video, tossing the phone onto the counter. “It’s going in drafts. Relax.”

She doesn’t.

Not fully.

We finish unpacking the groceries in silence. Not the angry kind, more like the fragile kind where someone’s low-key spiraling and doesn’t want to say it out loud.

She keeps glancing at me. Like she’s trying to read something in my face that I didn’t write.

I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. “Baby,” I murmur, “I love you.”

“You sure?” she whispers.

“Positive.”

“‘Cause ‘current girlfriend’ kinda sounded like you had a future breakup already drafted in your Notes app.”

“Okay, first of all,” I chuckle into her neck, “if I ever wrote a breakup note, it’d be handwritten with tear stains and probably a pressed flower.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I know.” I kiss her shoulder blade, slow and reassuring. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere, Liv.”

Her fingers play with mine where they’re linked at her stomach. “You promise?”

“With everything in me.”

She turns to face me, eyes soft and searching. “Then baby me for the rest of the day. I’m serious. I’m fragile. I almost googled ‘what to do when your soulmate calls you her current girlfriend.’”

I laugh so hard I nearly choke on my own breath. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re evil,” she shoots back, smiling now. “But I still want the princess treatment. I want snacks. I want forehead kisses. I want you to call me your forever girlfriend in five different languages.”

“Deal,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the porch. “But first, mango and cuddles on the swing.”

Dinner is grilled shrimp tacos and a salad Olivia barely touches because she’s too busy making heart eyes at me across the table.

The cicadas buzz outside like a lullaby, and the old jazz playlist I found on my granddad’s iPod plays low in the background.

My phone’s sitting nearby, propped against a napkin holder. Not recording—just chilling.

Or so Olivia thinks.

Because I hit record five minutes ago. Just for us. Just in case.

She reaches across the table, wiping a spot of avocado off my cheek with her thumb. “You know,” she says softly, “I still think about the first time we kissed.

That night after Notre Dame lost and you found me crying in the locker room. You didn’t say anything. You just pulled me close and let me sob into your hoodie.”

“I remember.”

“You kissed my forehead,” she continues, eyes glassy now. “And you said, ‘No matter what happens next season, I’m proud of you.’”

I nod, feeling that old ache in my chest. The one reserved for people who own pieces of you you didn’t even know were missing.

“Well,” Olivia says, clearing her throat and meeting my eyes, “you’ve been my only girlfriend since that moment. So next time you wanna play TikTok clownery, just know—I’m not with it.”

She glances at the phone, realizing it’s been on this whole time.

And instead of panicking, she leans in and kisses me. Slow. With intention.

Then looks at the camera, back at me, and says, “You’re my forever girlfriend. So don’t do nothing like that no more, baby.”

I grin, cheeks flushed. “Yes, ma’am.”

The next day, I edit the video.

It’s got everything: Olivia ranting, me giggling, strawberry juice on her hands, kisses, eye rolls, mangoes, porch swings, soft music, real love.

I stare at it for a full five minutes before hitting “Post.”

Caption: when your forever girlfriend doesn’t play about her title.

Comments flood in before I even lock my phone.

@/ballislife: Nah she said “cut the cameras DEADASS” and meant it.

@/hoopsgirlfriend: current girlfriend is crazy. she lucky Olivia didn’t pack her bags.

@/livsmiles: she scared for her life now lmao

I turn to Olivia, who’s watching reruns of Living Single on the couch, and curl into her side. She wraps her arm around me like she knew I was coming.

“You see the TikTok yet?” I ask.

She pulls out her phone, sees the notification, and gasps. “Y/N! You posted it?”

“You looked so pretty being mad. I couldn’t help it.”

She groans but can’t stop smiling. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Forever, right?”

She kisses me again. “Forever, baby.”

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[op1umeyes]

to the heart

cred: @/cafekitsune

Being John’s wifewho is a badass cook and finally meets the team!!

     Your mother always said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Being married to the one and only John Price could only further confirm her statement.

     John was a military captain- forming, training, and leading men and women into missions that could very well take their lives. As well as gain muscle and a family, military folk also gained an iron stomach. At least in John’s case.

     The way he casually scooped up half the lasgma in the big pan made you wonder how he had survived off of packaged meals. John just shoveled down mouthful by mouthful as you eargerly awaited his reaction. Making something John wouldn’t like is borderline impossible, but you wanted to make only the best for the man that protected you and your loved ones in ways you couldn’t even imagine.

     When John finally asked you if you’d be open to meeting the men he unofficially adopted, you were immediately filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Your husband had refrained from the gory details of the missions he preformed but entertained you with stories of his team goofing off or doing something impressive (John was more proud of those men then he let on and you could tell). He had told you that the way he had described your cooking had the men salivating.

     You had decided to make a classic meal on the evening they were to dine with you. A simple but tasty spaghetti and meatballs dish. For the side- recipe you’d seen from Instagram- you cooked up a dozen fluffy pull-apart garlic/cheese/butter muffins (all dishes were John approved, of course, he’s eaten everything you’ve made). You debated a salad, but figured you’d just offer instead of set out a bowl in case they didn’t want any lettuce or anything.

     John pulled you out of the kitchen when he heard the sound of an engine come closer to your secluded country-side home. “They already love you with the way I talk about you, love. Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to your forhead as he les you out to the porch.

     Eventually you found out John was exactly right. You greeted everyone with a hug- which was surprising to you that Simon seemed to melt into you like he hadn’t felt a good hug in years because, according to the stories John told you, Simon was anti-touch. Kyle was a sweet young man and you could tell how mich he admired John. Johnny was a handful, you observed. He immediately started taking cracks at Simon after he pulled away from the bone-breaking hug he gave you and recieved a sharp punch to the shoulder.

     “Plates and bowls are right there. Silverware’s on the table,” you said, gesturing to the respective items. “Come on, J,” you said, urging your husband up from his spot at the table.

     John carried your plate and his in one hand and weapped his hand around your waist with the other. “Are you doing alright so far, love?”

     You nodded with a bright smile. You easily got along with John’s teammates and they seemed to get along with you. And you could only hope that they liked the food you made.

     Luckily for you, though, you didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

     You were sitting down in your seat beside John when you heard a noise that sounded like a gasp and a whimper.

     Two spots to your left, the fork in Johnny’s hands shook as he chewed.

     “Is- Are you okay?” You asked skeptically. You’d avoided using any foods you’d known they were allergic to, so what was the problem? Did he not like it? Did the spaghetti go bad? Were the meatballs moldy? Did you add the wrong spices to the pull-apart muffins?

     “Lass… I need you to send me ma this recipe. I don’t- this is- serve this at my funeral, cap, bury me in this,” he babbled as he shoved forkfuls of noodles into his mouth.

     You breathed a sigh of relief, incredibly grateful for Johnny’s compliment and reaction. You looked at Simon and Kyle. To your surprise they too practically licked their playe xlean before bouncing back up to get an even bigger heap of spaghetti.

     John watched you through moist eyes and soft smile. The way you fawned over his team like a mother duckling made his heart race in ways he didn’t know was possible for a man his age. He didn’t have to tell you how much he cared for Simon, Kyle, and Johnny. You knew because you always knew- even when John couldn’t form the words to say anything. Seeing you all interact made his heart swell. John felt complete; pure, even. At times he wasn’t sure if he deserved this small but solid family, but he knew he would fight tooth and nail to protect each and every one of you.

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Your First Time

Prompt: You confide to Killer that you're a virgin and want to be prepared for Kid.

NSFW

Kid X Fem Reader X Killer

You had been on the Victoria Punk for a couple weeks now, had gotten the routine of how everyone works and how everything moves. It felt comforting being some place with a consistent schedule, even if it was filled with eccentric people, you now called your friends. Although you couldn’t ignore something forever, your Captain, the one who had convinced you to come aboard by practically dragging you on, kept trying to get you alone.

         It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, and Kid was certainly public about his intentions, slapping your ass as you walk by, pulling you on his lap if he so desires, and the make-out sessions were great. But you started to overthink on one particular night when he had a grip on your hips while he was grinding his hard on into you while biting at your neck. It wasn’t the fact that you were in front of everyone, no one seemed to care over the public display. You had felt embarrassed when a moan escaped your lips, putting a hand to your mouth while your face turned red, but Kid had grabbed your wrist grunting that he wanted to hear you.

         The real problem wasn’t the location, your head wasn’t reeling at what was happening around you. Despite being open to try things, and never denying Kid, you had always wiggled your way out of his grasp before it got any farther. Kid would clearly be annoyed, but wouldn’t push you, and it started gnawing at your mind.

         So you decided to go to Killer, the right hand man of Kid, and another conquest Kid had made clear was his. You woke up extra early, knowing no one else would be up to bother the conversation you were about to pull the first mate in too. Closing the door behind you as you hear the clinking of pots.

         Killer glances over his shoulder, “Y/N, you’re up early.” His low deep voice making your heart flutter a little bit. You sit as close to him as possible without being in his work space, watching him move about the kitchen before setting a cup of coffee and a muffin in front of you, “Any reason for this visit?” He leans against the counter, crossing his arm while peering down at you through his mask.

         You let out a noise as you try to find the words in your mind, deciding to take a sip of coffee to ignore the question for juts a couple more seconds. The hot liquid practically burning your tongue as the two of you sit in silence. Killer doesn’t pressure you, nor does he move to continue what he was doing, He waits patiently while seeing you dance the cup between your hands before you hang your head down letting a sigh out, “It’s about Kid.”

         Killer perks up at your quiet admission. Before he could ask anything, you continue, “Or rather it’s about me.” Your face turning red as he watches you stare at the steam. You brush a strand of hair behind your ear, still refusing to look at him, “I’m uh. I’m not experienced.” Your voice going to whisper at your admission.

         After a heavy silence hits you, you start to babble about how you’ve never had the chance, and that it’s embarrassing to be with someone like Kid and what if you don’t live up to what he expects. The quick rant continues until a hand slaps the table next to you, startling you to be quiet as you realize Killer looming over you. Your face red as you remember to breathe again.

         “So… You’re worried you’ll disappoint Kid?” His chest barely brushing against you as he leans lower, “And you want me to help?” The clarifying question send another round of emotions swirling around your mind.

         “Well, uh. It’s just. Kid is so quick, and rough. And it’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just. Um.” You stop for a second to gather your thoughts, “You seem more gentle.” The whisper of the last sentence leaving your mouth before you could change your mind, “Maybe could give me pointers about him.” Your thumb rubbing the rim of the cup in your hand while you stare at Killers hand resting next to yours.

         You aren’t sure what Killer is thinking as he walks away, starting to actually cook breakfast again. You start to pick at the muffin in front of you, accepting the silent refusal. The noise of others waking up and walking on deck alerting you to the time. You go to stand up, placing both hands on the table, but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

         “Meet me in the captain’s room after lunch.” The husky whisper sending a shiver down your spine, you whip your head around and before you could say anything others start to enter the room. Killer places a plate of breakfast in front of you, also setting a place for the others coming in, leaving you with your head reeling.

~~~

         You made you way through your ship, you knew Kid was in his workshop right now but it still felt weird to be going to his room. The dim corridor echoing your foot steps before stopping in front of the large door that had subtle dents and scratches in the wood. Should you knock? Should you just walk in? Before you could decide Killer opened the door, ushering you into the large room before shutting it.

         You take in your surroundings, a huge bed laid against the back wall, posts on each corner that made it seem much to fancy for who you knew Kid to be. A large desk in the corner filled with scrap metal and bookshelves full of knick-knacks and books that looked well-loved, bars in front of them, presumably to keep them in place during storms.  A rather large mirror encompassing most of a wall, just across from the side of the bed. There were two wardrobes, one shut with nothing in front of it while the other had doors ajar, clothes piled around. The room seemingly a mix between well-worn and messy, and lived in but clean.

         “Done staring there, Y/N?” Killer’s voice spooked you, when you realized he was sitting at the end of the bed, leaning back on his hands while staring at you through his mask. You mouth becoming dry as you stare at his bare chest, a happy trail of blonde hair dipping below his pants.

         You glance further down at his crotch before snapping your eyes back up towards his masked face, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. No doubt your entire face was red at this point, the tips of you ears even feeling hot as you feel rooted in your spot. “W-what if Kid comes by? This is his room won’t he-“

         “We share this room sweetness, now get over here.” Killer’s stern voice had you moving your legs underneath you. Approaching the sitting man as your nervous hands grab his shoulders, placing your knees on either side of his legs before resting on his knees. His rough hands taking a gentle hold of your waist as he shifts you closer to him. Gentle circles from his thumbs helping you relax slightly. “How do you want to do this?”

         His question shocks you a bit, your grip of his shoulders tighten a bit as you remain silent, not really knowing how to answer. “I know you’re a virgin, but I didn’t think you’d be innocent too” His silent taunting voice shook you as his hands moved to the top of your thighs, pulling at the skin slightly. His head goes closer to yours before whispering, “Do you want to be in control or do you want me to do everything?” One of his hands angling closer to your crotch, a thumb narrowly missing your core.

         You nuzzle you head into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his neck, “S-show me how to do everything.” Your meek voice making him tense slightly underneath you. He seems to hesitate slightly, so you swallow your pride, “How do I make someone feel good Killer?” You whisper it in his ear, sitting up slightly to push him against the bed. Sitting on top of him as you slowly take your shirt off, grinding down enough to feel the tent in his pants.

         Killer watches you trying to be confident in your actions, the slightly clumsy movements of an attempt of seduction turning him on more than if you were actually experienced. Maybe he should have told Kid of your intentions so he could watch. Watch your timid shy self try to be what you think Kid wants, doing everything to please him and learn how to make him crazy. If Kid finds out, he’ll surely have opinions on the matter. But, in Killer’s defense, he hadn’t expected you to be so eager, he thought you wanted to be prepared, to know how it feels, before experiencing it with Kid, who was often harsh in his actions. The idea of Kid finding out of your inexperience amused him, thinking of how he would have handled the situation instead.

         Killer is brought back to his senses when he feels you tug at his pants, already on your knees while staring intently at your newest project. With a little bit of a struggle, you release Killer’s cock, it bouncing into the air before you hesitantly take hold.

         One of your hands on his bare thigh while the other gives a slight squeeze to the base. You stare at the veiny appearance as it twitches, it’s much bigger than you had expected. “If you want Kid to go insane,” The low grunt reminding you of Killer, “You should look up at him while you drool over his cock.”

         You think about his words, taking an experimental lick from the base to the tip, hearing a slight curse from above you. You move your hand up, brushing the plump tip with your thumb while letting saliva pool in your mouth.

         You open your lips, letting your tongue lull out, hovering just above Killers tip as drool slowly rides down onto his cock, you glance up to meet Killer’s eyes in an attempt to ask if what you were doing was correct. His masked face not giving you much but the curse under his breath as his hand slips onto your head is enough encouragement as you turn your attention back to the matter at hand. Slowly pursing your lips around him, the slick of your drool being spread as you bob your head down a bit.

         Killers tells you to relax your jaw, before pressing you down a bit more. You flatten your tongue against his shaft, taking in the salty flavor of sweat and precum, trying to be careful to not scrape your teeth against him. You go down a bit deeper, gagging as he hits the back of your throat, tears brimming your eyes, “remember to breathe when you come up.” Killer coaching you through it all as you continue to try and take him deeper. You feel yourself getting hot, wanting to be touched yourself but also not wanting to miss any instructions as your fingers dig into his thighs, your other hand twisting and bobbing in unison with your head.

         Killer grabs your hair, tugging you off his dick as you release him with a ‘pop’, you tongue laying out of your mouth slightly as you catch your breath. He brushes some tears away from your cheeks as he tells you how good you did. He picks you up and places you on the bed, waiting for you to be ready before he removes your shorts.

         “Kid is thicker than I am, so you have to be prepared for that,” He murmurs while you let him spread your legs. Your head propped up by some pillows, one hand leaning against the head board while the other was being bitten to not let noises out so you could listen better. Your eyes half lidded, a little disappointed that you hadn’t made Killer cum before he pulled you off.

         The touches of another person’s hands on your skin, so close to your core was driving you insane. The fire building up as Killer spreads your folds apart, the cool air hitting you more before the tip of his finger teases your entrance.

         Killer knew he was fucked at this point, if Kid finds out how sweet and adorable your mewls are while learning how to please him. He mentally prepared himself for Kid’s anger later before pressing in. Watching as you happily accepted the single finger, the soft warmness welcoming the intrusion with a slight buck of your hips. He glances up to see you staring down at him, the lustful look covering you face as you bit a knuckle. Killer shifted, keeping a finger in you as he reached up to grab your wrist, “You know Kid likes listening.”

         A whine escaping your lips as you feel another finger inside you. Killer moves your hand towards your breast, and you take that as an order to knead it, playing with your nipple, pinching and squeezing in pace with Killer spreading and pumping his fingers inside you. He watches you and you can’t help but to glance away, your head turning towards the mirror. You let out another moan, seeing yourself unraveled with Killer arched above you preparing you for more. You see Killers head glance up at you before turning towards the mirror, he stops his movements entirely.

         “There’s a reason this is here,” He pulls his digits out of you entirely, a slight ache as you feel yourself pulse around nothing. He sits at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror while gesturing you to come over. You crawl over to him before he picks you up, your legs hooking over his as he leans your back against his chest and widen his own legs, making you open further in full view of yourself.

         The way you glistened slightly, the slight rub of Killers hard dick just underneath you, the glimpse of his cock in the mirror so close to your pussy making your mind go wild. The emotionless mask tilted down as both hands approach your entrance, a single finger from each hand entering you at two different angles, “Watch yourself Y/N.” The demand had your head snapping towards the mirror, watching as he slowly pumping his fingers inside you.

         The dull ache being replaced with want before he pulls your pussy open, adding another finger while you feel the sting of being stretched open. At some point your impatience gets ahead of you when you grind your hips down, feeling Killer’s hard on below you, “You aren’t prepared yet.” The hushed warning tone as he added yet another finger, the harsh pump stretching you out as you let out a moan with a single movement hitting a bundle of nerves. He warns you to behave if you don’t want to be hurt by accident as your body burns up wanting more.

         In frustration you lean up, twisting your head to bite Killers neck. Your arms going to wrap themselves around the man behind you to keep him close to your attack. The gasp that leaves Killers mask makes you light headed but you don’t let up, lapping your tongue at where your teeth was starting to break his skin. “Yea, I can tell why Kid likes you.”

         Killer was having a hard time controlling himself, he didn’t want to hurt you. And knowing how big he and Kid were, wanted to take time to properly prepare you. But your gasps and moans were thinning his patience. The grind on him making him go nearly insane, and the bite in his neck only reminding him of how Kid marks him ever so often. He thought about what he should do next, he could take you right now, finally get done the main mission of you coming to him this morning. But you were doing this to learn about Kid, to be prepared for when the domineering Captain finally got a hold of you in private.

         His thoughts were interrupted with a creek of the door, glancing up in the mirror he could see the red feathered coat. You hadn’t seemed to notice the extra person, too entranced on leaving a mark on Killers neck. Killer smirks under his mask, spreading your legs more and twisting so Kid could have a better view as to what was happening, a moan vibrating against Killers skin at the movement.

         “Y/N. Remind me, why are we doing this?” Killer’s hushed tone made you confused as you detached yourself from him, leaning your forehead against his neck as he continued to brush against your bundle of nerves.

         “W-wanna be. Good, for Kid,” Your moans and breathing making you take time to finish the sentence before glancing at the mirror with half lidded eyes.

         “Mmhmm, and why is that?” Killer’s eyes bounced from what he was doing with you to the tall man who had closed the door, locking it. No doubt, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. Killer couldn’t help but want to see Kid’s reaction.

         Kid watched from his position as Killer and you were having fun. You hadn’t even slept with Kid yet and here he’s finding you playing Killer. His anger was replaced by curiosity when he saw Killer adjust with you in his lap. The words spilling out of your mouth as your naked body was flushed and wide open like an invitation, Killer clearly stretching you wide with soft pants coming from you. Kid already more than pleased with your answer.

         He’d certainly have to show Killer who was in charge later, but for now he couldn’t stop watching as your head turned to face the mirror, although you seemed to out of it to realize he was there, Kid starting to palm himself through his pants while watching you stare at yourself in the mirror. The confusion clear in your face from Killers second question before your face turned a darker shade of red, “Cause it’s my first time.” The low whisper sending Kid crazy, you were still to focused on watching yourself react to see anything else in the room.

         Kid walks over to the bed, gripping your hair and twisting your head towards him, the moan that escapes your lips sending him to another planet before you realize who you’re looking at. “Our little mouse’s first time?” The devious smile playing on his lips as he watches your wide eyes stare up at him. Kid glances towards Killer, who had stopped fingering in in favor of wrapping his hands under your thighs, lifting them up and holding them in place for Kid to view.

         “K-Kid-“ You stutter out, more embarrassed at being so exposed, you wiggle to try and get free only for Killer’s grip to become tighter, Kid moving his hand to your chin, squishing your mouth open.

         “And what have the two of you done so far?” His tone dipping down as his other hand meets your warmth, you involuntarily buck your hips towards his touch with a low moan, “Seems like your needy cunt is more than ready.”

         You feel Killer’s dick twitch beneath you while Kid shoves a finger into you, taking your lips in his, shoving his tongue down your throat. You move your arms around Kid’s neck, pulling him closer as he presses you further into Killer’s embrace. When you start feeling light head he leans back, looking between the two of you before pulling a chair closer, undressing as he sits down in front of you. Killer adjusts his legs a bit, as though expecting what Kid is about to say, “Show me what else you were going to do. Make her cry.”

         You let out a small squeal at the demand you’ve just heard as Killer reaches one of his hands down to direct his dick to your entrance. Letting your leg go slack before holding it up again. The hard stare of Kid, who had started to stroke himself, was only added to the pleasure as you felt Killer’s tip nestled in your entrance.

         You roll your hips downwards, gasping at the sudden intrusion you had be longing for. Killer grunts, finally letting himself sink into you. You groan at the sting of being stretched, eyes squeezing shut the deeper he goes into you. The mixture of pleasure and pain flooding your brain the more you're filled. Kid leans forward, placing a hand on Killers knee as he watches you squirm and moan.

         Killer leans down closer to you and you take the opportunity to nuzzle your face into him, twisting uncomfortable as he starts to fuck up into you at a steady pace. Your hand reaches down, feeling the tight sensation of being fucken into, your fingers dipping down around Killers cock to feel how you’ve stretched around him.

         The tight sting becomes pleasure soon enough as you yell his name, finally gathering the courage to open your eyes again. You stare down to see Kid massaging Killers thighs, the fast motions making it hard for you to focus. All of a sudden you feel a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh, a tongue moving over Killers fingers settling closer to the action. You look back down to see Kid peppering your thigh in small kisses before he bites down hard. A scream erupting from your throat, the sensitive skin being overwhelmed with pleasure more than pain.

         Killer lets out grunts behind you, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues to fuck you senseless as Kid finds another patch of skin to bite. Soon enough your body littered with bruising bites, some leaking blood as you hold onto Kid, moaning both the men’s names without reason other than you wanted more.

         “Let her down,” The whisper erupting from Kid causes Killer to gently place your thighs down, blood slowly running through your legs again as Killers dick kisses your cervix with the new found gravity pulling you down. You cry out, gripping Kids shoulder, falling forward slightly. Kid’s head goes behind you, his shoulder right in front of you for you to sink your teeth into as you hear Killer let out a throaty moan. A glance in the mirror shows you the Kid has latched himself onto the blonde man, the opposite side from where you had bitten him.

         Kids dick brushes against your stomach, the rigorous movements still making your mind numb as you reach down. You hesitate when you realize just how thick Kid is. Both your hands meeting to fully wrap around him as you start to squeeze and pump. The hearty groan you hear from Kid causing a shiver down your spine as he thrusts into your touch.

         You feel a bundle in your stomach starting to unravel as time continues. Biting harder into Kid’s shoulder as it comes undone, tasting the sweaty copper the enters your mouth as Kid hisses. Killer gripping your hips before lifting you off him with just enough time to cum on your stomach. You can feel Killer breathing heavy behind you as Kid continues to thrusts into your hands, “Cumming without me now?” His words feign hurt as he pushes Killer to lay on the bed, you laying on top of him before Kid climbs, pumping his cock inches away from your face.

         Killer wraps his arms around you in a comforting manner as you decide to open your mouth, letting your tongue hang out in preparation for what was to cum. Kid smiles down at you before placing his tip to your lip, letting the precum smear against you before aiming inside you. The hot white liquid hitting the back of your throat quickly before you swallow the sour taste down.

         “Damn, you were gonna let me miss this?” Kids husky voice turning slightly sweet as his hand caresses your cheek before glancing up at Killer who squeezes you tighter to his body, “And here I was thinking you two wouldn’t get along.”

         Your mind was still foggy, not fully processing what was happening. The sudden stop of movements lets the air tickle your skin, turning you slightly cold. You turn to snuggle into the man below you, an arm grabbing onto Kid in an attempt to pull him down. “ ‘m tired” You mumble, the throbbing ache starting to become more prominent as your eyelids got heavier.

         Kid watches as you fall asleep in Killers arms, “Why didn’t ya take your mask off?” The question came as he leaned down to remove Killers helmet himself. A sweaty, flushed red embarrassed face was revealed making Kid chuckle, “Like our lil Mouse that much?” The silent agreement coming as Killer gets on the bed properly, laying against the pillows, being careful to not wake you up.

[sweetshuga]

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟨 ✧ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒘𝒄. 𝟩𝟢𝟤

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ light back n' forth, low-key roleplay, sitting cowgirl, unprotected sex, pet names, strong language.

You weren’t sure if Chris was serious when he first suggested having a picnic. It was winter after all and since they were in Boston visiting family, it was snowing quite a bit unlike back in LA. "Picnic? Now?" You said looking out the window before looking back at him. "Well, yeah, but not outside," he chuckled, "indoor picnic, home picnic? Plus my parents and Nick and Matt are going out later... might as well use that to our advantage, no?"

You chuckled, an "oh" sound falling from your lips, "a home picnic sounds awesome." He grinned, pulling you closer and kissed your cheek before pecking all over your face, making you giggle. "Chris," you whined when he suddenly started to kiss your neck – or rather, suck on it. After leaving a few hickies, he pulled back, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked at his marks on your neck.

"C’mon, I didn’t bring any turtle necks, I don’t wanna show your parents hickies, that’s too much pda," he chuckled heartily, "pda? How so?" You rolled your eyes, a small smirk plastered on your lips despite your attempt at acting annoyed as you looked at him with a – otherwise – deadpanned look. "What do you mean how so? It’s tmi, I don’t need your parents to know about how passionate you are about marking me up."

That made him laugh more, throwing his head back, "it’s not funny Chris," you grumbled despite the small chuckle that escaped you. "It’s fine ma, you’re thinking too much into it, I’ll let you wear my turtle necks," you raised your eyebrows, "you have turtle necks?" He chuckled, "yeah? Of course I do, I just don’t wear ’em often."

Suddenly, Nick and Matt walked into the kitchen where you two were, "me and Matt are going, mom and dad already left, and you two... Don’t do anything disgusting." And with that they left, leaving you two alone. You chuckled, "well, it’s just a picnic? What’s so disgusting about that?" Chris just smiled, "right? It’s just a home picnic."

You tried to feed him a sandwich, but it fell out of your grasp as your eyes rolled back. "Aw I’m hungry baby, we’re having a picnic, won’t you feed your hungry boyfriend?" He rasped, chuckling breathlessly before licking his lips – wetting them – as he grasped onto your ass tightly, spreading them and helping you bounce on him.

You tried to say something, but it came out as a bunch of babble about how good it felt. "C’mon, ma, eat up, I bought these muffins just for you since you like ’em alot," he brought one muffin up to your lips, all while ramming up into your quivering form. You tried to keep up with his pace as you bounced on his length, opening your mouth to take a bite—only for it to make a mess.

"Chris— I can’t, I'm gonna cum, gonna—" you were cut off by him stuffing the muffin in between your lips before holding your hips tightly with both hands and started to jackhammer into you from below. Your eyes rolled back again as the tight feeling in your abdomen snapped, leaving you trembling on top of Chris as your orgasm hit you hard.

The muffin fell from between your lips, rolled down Chris’ torso and fell onto the blanket set on the living room floor for the makeshift picnic setting. "Baby, you’re such a messy eater, leaving crumbs all over." Chris teased, knowing you were too fucked to make coherent sentences, "shit— sorry, fuck," you mumbled, your body still shaking with aftershocks.

He leaned forward, nuzzling his face in your neck, "’s alright baby," he murmured as his hips started to move again. He hadn’t come yet, still rock-hard and having made you cum twice – he was dying for release. "Mm, you don’t mind giving me one more, do you? But this time I wanna come inside, knock you up." You shuddered at his words, anticipation coursing through your body.

He smirked when he heard your small plea for him to come inside you and started to move again—this time for his own pleasure, driven by the primal need to breed you.

𓆩♡𓆪

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