#anyway she's purring like crazy

[mushroomteddy]

My cat is begging for polenta i can't

[ellecdc]

so what if im ovulating 🙄 doesnt change anything

anyways closer to a full moon remus would be so mean and rough and sirius would have to be the one thats soft with you and praises you and its such a 180 it makes you feel even dizzier than you were already feeling, hed coo and tell you how “youre doing such a good job for our moony, sweet girl” and remus would just be grunting “mine mine mine mine”

ive not rly studied for my exam do u think theyd pass me if i wrote this instead? xoxo

....... I'm not proud of this.......

wolfstar x fem/afab!reader close to the full moon (nsfw, 18+)

CW: pure filth, 100% smut. little fluff in the aftercare. p in v sex, cumming inside someone, over stimulation, slight subspace mention (?), slight dom/sub dynamics if you really squint and look at it sideways, writer is still new to writing smut and not well versed so be nice

There were quite a few things that Remus and Sirius had in common.

They were both very mischievous, they were both funny and teasing, they were both very protective and possessive, and they both seemed crazy about you.

But there were also a lot of differences between your two boyfriends. 

Remus was calm and assured; he was your rock and safe space when life got crazy. He was the good cop to Sirius’ bad cop, he was always down to leave the party early, and he was so incredibly soft with you.

And Sirius, whilst soft on you, was rarely ever soft with you. He was boisterous and excitable; always down for fun and adventure. He was quick to anger but just as quick to fold when your lip wobbled or you bat your eyelashes at him, and he knew how to push all of your buttons like a professional pianist’s fingers dancing along the keys of your soul. 

And it was because of this that you found your current predicament quite contrary to the norm (and thus, so much hotter). 

“I…I can’t, I can’t.” You cried breathlessly; currently held upright by a strong arm around your ribs and another hand gripping your neck.

The only response you got from the boy behind you was a low grumble as he tightened his grip on you and thrusted into you with new vigor. 

“Can you give Rem one more, sweetness?” Your usually very brazen  boyfriend murmured softly, pushing some of your sweaty  hair away from your face so he could see you. 

You keened and shook your head as you felt Remus move his hand that had been roughly gripping your waist down to your clit; every muscle in your body strung taut in response. 

“She’s close.” Remus gruffed from behind you before replacing his teeth gently into your neck.

“Are you close, sweets?” Sirius confirmed. 

It was too much, too much. You were very quickly reaching your… (third? Fourth?) orgasm of the evening and you weren’t even sure you’d been going at it for that long. 

Sirius was in much the same state, currently soft and satiated below you where he’d just spilled down your throat before you were pulled back up vertically to the sound of steady chants of “mine” by Remus. 

That had been his third of the evening too. 

“You’ve been so good, baby; so good for our Moony, yeah?” He cooed at you softly as he sat up. You felt tears form in your eyes as Remus shifted you in his grip so that your knees were barely touching the bed any longer. 

“Tell her she’s been a good girl, Moons.” Sirius encouraged gently, taking your hand in his that you quickly held in a death grip.

“S’good.” Remus nearly growled behind you. “My perfect girl.”

You cried out as you felt yourself fall over the edge one last time, tears falling down your cheeks as Remus fucked you through it.

Remus shifted his hands again to grip each of your wrists behind your hips and let your torso fall forward into the bed as he sped up his already merciless pace into your sopping cunt; the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing against the walls of the room. 

You felt Sirius’ hand push hair away from your neck and rub a thumb against your temple. 

“Gonna fill your good girl up, Rem?” He purred to your boyfriend.

Though you couldn’t see it, you could hear the two of them share a deep kiss which never even slowed Remus’ thrusts. 

“Mine.” Remus repeated as he pulled away from Sirius.

“All yours, Moony. Show her how much you love her, hm?”

And with that, Remus’ thrusts stuttered before he was spilling deep inside of you.

He came with a sound that bordered a whine and a growl as he fell forward; his body blanketing yours and burying his face into your neck as you both fought to catch your breath.

You’re not sure if you had fallen asleep, but the next thing you knew you could feel gentle kisses being pressed to your shoulder as Remus pulled out of you as gently as possible; with how oversensitive you were, it still caused you to hiss.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, dovey.” He whispered; pressing more kisses to your neck. “Are you sore?”

You whined in response and tried to shove your face further into the bed.

“Talk to us baby, are you okay?” Sirius added, appearing beside you and encouraging you to face him.

“M’Okay.” You mumbled, staring what you were sure was rather dopily at your long-haired boyfriend.

“I think Pads ran you a bath, sweet thing.” Remus murmured quietly, rubbing soothing strokes up and down your spine from behind you. “You feel okay to get up?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, though made no movements to rise from your current horizontal position.

You heard Sirius chuckle but Remus made a sympathetic cooing sound. “I’m so sorry, dovey. Are you sore?”

“No. Just sensitive.” You grumbled as you pushed yourself up to sit back on your ankles. “That was a lot.”

Remus sighed and brushed some hair away from your face. “It was a lot, but was it too much?” He clarified; tone inlaid with a subtle vulnerability completely at odds with the relentlessness he’d just treated you with.

“No.” You said as you offered him a sleepy smile. “Not too much.”

“I, for one, had a ton of fun.” Sirius said with a clap of his hands, causing Remus to snort a laugh.

“Yeah I bet you did.” He responded teasingly. 

“Wanna take a bath, princess? Go pee and then you can climb in with moons.” Sirius instructed as he helped you stand up on slightly wobbly legs. 

“No, she can climb in with you.” Remus argued. 

“Why would she climb in with me? I ran the bath for the two of you.”

“I was the one who took things too far, so-” Remus started, causing both you and Sirius to squawk in protest.

“She just said it wasn’t too much.” Sirius drawled. “Let me take care of you guys!”

“No!”You listened to the two boys argue over who got to perform the aftercare for the other (and thus, who loved each other the most, according to Sirius) as you went pee and then sunk into the perfectly drawn bath alone.

[sapphoherselz]

heart beating like crazy cause I was preparing to post this and a little bird went and posed itself right on our balcony and my cat was READY to eat it I haven't run like this in years and NOW she's purring like she's done nothing wrong in her who life (she's right)

anyways, Neil being his chaotic self, some bestfriendisms/brotherinlawisms, tired Wymack and a lot of b99 in this aftg shitposting

[moncharrow]

try it on (+ ai audios)

a/n: girl. i know ive only posted smut so far but i promise i have 2 fluff coming + a req. req are open beeteedubs >:) sorry if the audios are fucky wucky, i just learned to use the program. requests are open n encouraged :D

-content/warnings: 782 words, semipublic sex in a fitting room, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), kinda bratty/annoyed!r, ellie is way too cocky lmao, my slight hand kink showing, gn reader but has a pussy

Ellie Williams knew she was hot- the hungry look girls gave her as she walked past was proof enough. She knew her veiny arms drove her hookups crazy, knew her slim fingers hit all the spots to make someone shudder, and knew her hair pulled back into that signature half-up was perfect for gripping as she dug her face in a pussy.

And because Ellie knew she was attractive, she knew there were certain things she could get away with. Ever the witty and observant one, she could manipulate her actions in a way to get you riled up in record time, and it pissed you the hell off. Especially when she would utilize this skill during the most inconvenient of times.

You really just wanted to have a nice mall day with her. Walk around, window shop, pick up some trinkets, and maybe grab some Wetzel's Pretzels if you were feeling risqué. But no, Ellie had to insist that she wanted to spoil you by buying a new lingerie set.

"Babe, c'mon, I just got my paycheck. Let me blow some cash on you, yeah?" She stretches her arms in front of her, interlocking her fingers as she shamelessly showed off her lean build. Slut.

You roll your eyes. "You're the worst with money management."

"Well, I'm doing it anyways. So come with me or don't." You know she's not kidding. Might as well go help her out, right?

All it took was one lacy, forest-green set to drive her nuts. Ellie man-spreads on the dressing room bench, all but eye-fucking you. She stands and comes up behind you, purring compliments into your ear, hands roaming your body: caressing, squeezing, pushing your legs apart. Her breath is hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Babe", she sighs, "Look at you. You look like a fuckin' angel, you know?" Her teeth graze the crook of your neck as you attempt to shoot her a dirty look.

"Don't even. Not right now." Even as you weakly protest, her hand trails to your inner thigh and traces soft patterns into your sensitive skin.

That was how you ended up leaning against the door of a Victoria's Secret fitting room. The door shook violently with every tremble of your body despite your best efforts to be as subtle as possible. Your right leg was hooked over Ellie's shoulder as she crooked her fingers inside you. You bit your hand to stop from making noise.

Ellie looks up at you with the most infuriating grin, as if to say I knew you couldn't resist me. You roll your eyes but don't say anything. She's already down there, so she might as well make herself useful.

She sees your little eye roll and pulls out, shoving her fingers back in harshly, the base of her palm coming into contact with your clit as you hold back a scream. "Hate that bratty attitude of yours." She mutters.

"Says you!" You hiss.

The dressing room is deathly silent apart from the soulless corporate music over the loudspeakers, so if someone listened closely, past the electronic squeaking of The Chainsmokers, they'd hear the repeated slapping of Ellie's fingers against your skin.

Her thumb rubs your clit as she thrusts at a nearly inhuman pace, and your eyes roll back into your head. You leave bite marks on your hand. Ellie's stupid, arrogant, sexy face grins up at you, slightly flushed and eyes glinting in the harsh fluorescents. With no warning, she pulls the leg hooked over her shoulder closer, shoving your pussy in her face and kitten-licking your clit, sending you over the edge.

You can't hold back the animalistic moan that comes from the back of your throat, and Ellie slaps her free hand over your mouth, slyly smiling up at you as she fucks you through your orgasm. You try to shove her away, overstimulated, but her grip on your thigh tightens.

"Stop, 'm cleaning you up."

You groan, holding her stupid little bun as she continues. When she finally pulls away and your leg comes off her shoulder, it's asleep, thousands of little pinpricks across your thigh. She gives a gentle kiss to your forehead and chuckles as you limp to take off the lingerie set and shuffle on your clothes.

"Aw, did I blow your back out?"

"No, Ellie, my leg is asleep. Asshole." She smacks your ass and picks up the now-crumpled underwear.

You sigh and unlock the stall door, Ellie trailing behind you. When you get to the front of the dressing room, the employee smiles brightly, asking, "Did everything work out?"

Your eyes flicker to Ellie's stupid smirk because you just know she's gonna say something stupid.

You're right.

"Yeah, I think this one's a keeper."

[bloodxbat]

gojo and fem reader are best friends with a heavy sexual relationship— like so bad that when Satoru sees his bestie all his blood rushes to his cock. add a lil jealousy to that to spice it up

More than friends

Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+, MDNI, Jealous Sex, Oral (male receiving), Choking, Dom/Sub, Bondage/Restraints

Word Count: 2,638K

Summary: Y/N and Satoru are best friends….with benefits. None of their other friends know this, so when they all go out to the mall and Geto starts flirting with Y/N, Gojo gets heated and wants to show her who she belongs to.

A/N: I LOVE THIS IDEA THANKS FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!! Hope you enjoy :))

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It was a nice bright and sunny day in Tokyo, and it was a weekend which meant one thing. No school! Y/N, Gojo, Geto and Shoko were out on a trip to the mall for a well deserved break from school. The four had been friends since their first year at Jujitsu High, Y/N was a transfer student at the time but soon found her peace with these crazy three. 

Y/N and Shoko were leading the way, laughing at whatever they were talking about. It was good to get a bit of girl time while Gojo and Geto struggled behind carrying you and Shoko’s bags. There weren’t that many, you’re convinced they're just being dramatic. 

Gojo and Geto didn’t mind really, they were just putting it on. Part of their “cool guy” personalities you know? Gojo couldn’t concentrate on anything other than staring at you anyways, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock just from the sight of you. He had to quickly cover his crotch with the bags he was carrying, suppressing a blush. As you and Gojo had been secretly fucking behind closed doors for quite some time. Not dating, no, just fucking. Sometimes Gojo would often dream that you two were actually dating, he would love to show you off, spoil you, kiss you freely without fear of getting caught. He often wondered if you felt the same way. 

“Guys! That new ramen bar is open just down to the right!” Y/N yells back at the boys “Lets go try it!”. Ramen was always your favourite, you would eat it 3 times a day, breakfast, lunch and dinner if you could. “Yeah sure, I'm getting quite hungry myself anyways, what about you Satoru?” Geto asks, “Yeah I'm down” Gojo smiles looking straight at you. 

The four of you were sitting in the booth at the new Ramen place. Get was sitting next to you, Gojo across from you and Shoko next to him. Normally you sat next to Gojo but he decided he wanted to look at you as he ate this time round. 

“My my Y/N, not often I get to sit next to such a pretty lady such as yourself” Geto purred next to you, playfully flirting due to the change in normal seating arrangement. You almost choke on your ramen as he says this stifling a laugh clearly knowing that he was being playful. 

“I could say the same for you, sitting next to such a handsome strong man” You smirked leaning onto his shoulder. Both of you are smiling and chuckling slightly. Shoko laughed along with you as well, you knew she had a thing for Geto but at least she wasn’t jealous of your playful flirting. 

Gojo on the other hand was faking a smile as he continued to eat his ramen. He knew it was just a joke but hearing you talk that way to another man, never mind that man being Geto of all people, stuck something inside of him that made him unbelievably jealous. If his eyes weren’t such a bright blue you couldn't have sworn they would turn red with rage. Geto put his arm around you kissing you on the head laughing. This image continued to play in Gojos mind for the rest of the day. 

Once you had all finished eating your ramen til you were so full you could barely move. You all agreed it was time for you all to head back to your apartments. Geto and Shoko lived in the opposite direction as you and Gojos apartments. So half way back you both said your goodbyes to each other.

“Goodbye beautiful” Geto winked, blowing you a kiss. You pretended to catch the kiss and put it in your pocket “Bye Suguruuuu” you sang. Then you hug Shoko goodbye before turning round and beginning the silent walk home with Gojo by your side. 

Once you got back to your apartment, you were expecting to turn round to say goodbye to Gojo but instead found him following you into your home. Although you weren’t expecting this it wasn’t at all unusual for Gojo to join you in your home after a day out. So you let him follow you in without a question. 

As soon as you lock the door behind you, Gojo drops your bags (you forgot he was carrying) and pins you to the door. Your eyes widen as he does this, “Toru?” you begin to talk but Gojo cuts you off with his hand over your mouth, a whine leaving you as he does this. 

“What was that all about back there with Suguru huh? You're just gonna whore yourself out to anyone now?” He growls. 

“I-it was just for show Toru, we don’t actually feel that way for each other”

“Is that right? Seemed pretty convincing to me” He was clearly angry and hurt.

“Why do you even care, it's not like we’re dating”

“Oh i wanna change that real fucking soon darling, but first i’m gonna fuck you”

Gojo’s lips crashed down onto yours before you could even protest. The sweet taste of him coating your lips causes you to melt into the kiss. He had one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your waist as he pinned you to the door with his body. Your hands were laying on his muscular chest, gripping onto his t-shirt. 

Gojo forced his tongue into your mouth, shoving it so far down your throat you gag a little bit. That noise drives him even more crazy. You feel your knees buckle from beneath you and Gojo takes advantage of this, lifting you up easily as if you were nothing. His hands rested under your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist as you made out. 

Gojo growled and moaned into your mouth as he could feel your heat just resting over his crotch. All these noises coming from your best friend were sending you into a place you've never been before, your panties were so incredibly wet they could probably rip in half. 

The soft feeling of the bed hit your back as Gojo threw you, instantly climbing on top of you only breaking your kiss to take a breath every now and then. “Fuck Y/N, y’make me go crazy” Gojo moans onto your mouth. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers pushing down onto you, it hurt slightly due to how big he was, but it was a pain you craved when he wasn’t around. 

His touch felt like lightning against your skin as he pulled your shirt over your head, almost ripping it with desperation. Skillfully taking your bra off with one hand discarding all of your clothing onto the floor. Leaving you and only you, naked and vulnerable, just how Gojo liked you. Gojo stands up from the bed and knowing your place you stand lying down. 

“Fuck look at you” he laughs “you’re fucking beautiful you know that?” 

His sincerity almost made you tear up as you watched his bright blue eyes swim all over your naked form. 

“And you’re all fucking mine, you got that whore?” his eyes darken as his jealousy over earlier today begins to front. 

Gojo walks over to the drawer in your bedroom where you keep all of your toys. He skims the contents for a few minutes before pulling out a stretcher bar and handcuffs. The stretcher bar clips on to your ankles to keep your legs spread wide open. Gojo approaches you with the restraints smirking darkly at you. He forces your legs apart and straps you into the stretcher bar, then trails his hand up your body making you shiver before handcuffing you. You stare up at Gojo, his bright eyes glowing in the dimly lit room. 

“Who owns you?” 

“Y-you do ‘Toru” 

“Good girl” he purrs

He begins to strip from his clothes. Starting with his shirt, pulling it over his head, his muscles flexing as he does so. Gojo was fit, really fit, his abs were so defined it had you drooling. Then his trousers, he brought his fingers down to the zip and slowly pulled it down, he knew what he was doing, he was teasing you. You whine at his teasing and he chuckles in response. He drops his trousers and all that's left is his boxers, his hard cock begging to be released from behind the fabric. 

“Take them off…please” you say, squeezing your legs together trying to get some sort of friction from the sight before you.

“So impatient” he laughs

His boxers fall to the floor releasing his cock, it hits his lower stomach with a slap. You moan at the sight, the tip of his cock, red and dripping with precum. 

“Gonna be a good girl f’me and suck my cock?” 

All you can do is nod your head, not wanting to waste time on words, you needed him and you needed him now. Gojo laughs at your patheticness and walks over to the bed. He pulls you to the edge, hanging your head over the side of the bed, at the perfect height for him to shove his cock down your throat. 

“Go on, open that pretty little mouth for me” 

As soon as you do, Gojo thrusts into your mouth, slowly pushing until you take all of him. You can feel his tip hit the back of your throat and you gag. Gojo moans loudly at this, your warm mouth feels so good around him. It had been weeks since you last hooked up and you were both desperate for any type of action making you sensitive for each movement. 

“Oh my - fuck Y/N you take my cock so fucking well in that pretty mouth of yours” 

He grabs onto the sides of your head, grasping your hair slightly to help him thrust into your mouth. The wet noises of your spit covering him echoes around the room. You manage to tap Gojos leg to indicate to him that you needed air. He pulled out of you, letting go of your head. 

“Awww was that too much for you to handle, needed a breath of fresh air did you?”

You can only nod as you are gasping for air, normally you can take him no problem but the angle means you are being suffocated by his balls each time he thrust into you fully. Gojo flipped you back round onto the bed properly and climbed on top of you. He quickly smashed his lips against yours, he could taste himself on your tongue. The vibrations from his groans shaking through your whole body. Complete euphoria is what you were feeling, it felt like you were on cloud nine. 

“M’gonna fuck you now, m’gonna fuck you til you can’t even think straight, teach you a lesson” he growled into your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

Gojo pulls at your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin most likely leaving bruises, bruises that would show others who you belong to. He swipes the tip of his cock through your folds, lubing himself up before he slams into your hole. 

“Nhhhhgg FUCK TORU” 

You weren’t expecting him to be so rough, he’s normally always so gentle…….you liked it. His cock moulded perfectly with your insides, it was like you were made for him. Gojo was big, very big and with just how rough he was benign you could already tell he was bruising your cervix, walking would definitely be a challenge tomorrow. 

Your mind was so foggy as he pounded into you, it was hard to think of anything other than him. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head now and then, almost dipping out of consciousness with Gojos hand round your throat, pressing at just the right pressure. One of Gojo’s favourite sights was his hand round your throat. He could see that you were unable to think straight, he was fucking the thoughts out of you and he loved it. He loved how much dominance he had over you and how you just fully submitted and let him use you. 

“Not thinking about him are you huh? It’s not his cock deep inside of you is it?” 

He really was jealous of you and Geto flirting earlier. Even though you and Gojo weren’t officially dating, you could see it in his eyes at the ramen restaurant and now you could feel it with how he was fucking you. If this is how he reacted to you flirting with other guys then you need to start doing it more often.

“From this day forward you’re my fuck toy and only mine. Got it?” he growled, not even slowing his pace. 

“Y-yes T-toru, on-ly yours OH MY GOD” you screamed the last part as you felt his thumb start to draw circles on your clit, stimulating you fully pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. The pure overstimulation from touch and the fact that you were completely helpless under him, unable to move any of your body was sending you over the edge. 

“Mmmmnnghh fuck, s’fucking tight just f’me, can feel you getting closer. You gonna cum?”

“Ye-s yes m’gonna cum please let me cum” you begged, which was music to Gojo’s ears. 

“Go on then, cum for me, cum all over my cock before I fill you up” 

It didn’t take long after his words before you reached your orgasm and came, squirting all over him, soaking his lower body and the bed beneath you. You really should’ve put a towel down. 

The feeling of your pussy pulsing as you came also sent Gojo over the edge, with a loud groan, his body tightened as he released all of his cum inside of you coating your pussy. 

He slowed right down riding out both of your highs slowly and gently, before coming to a complete stop. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing so heavy no words were exchanged for a good few minutes. 

After a while, Gojo rolls off of you, breaks you free from the restraints and lies down beside you, laying on his arm and eyes closed. 

“That felt so good” he breathed

“Are you really that jealous of me and Suguru FAKE flirting?” you asked cocking your head to the side to look at him. Gojos eyes opened to meet yours. He had been battling the fact that he had absolutely fallen in love with you over the time that you have been hooking up. He was dreadfully terrified of confessing incase he lost you completely. 

“I- uhm” he started and propped himself up on his hand. 

“I have a confession…..a few weeks into us starting to hook up here and there, I- uhh- I began to develop feelings for you” He was avoiding eye contact scared in case he was met with not only rejection but a lost friendship.

Your eyes opened wide, you  couldn't believe it, Gojo had actually developed feelings for you?. This whole time you were absolutely in love with your best friend and finally he admitted that he too felt the same way. It felt like you were dreaming again. 

Panicked by your long silence, Gojo spoke again.

“Y/N i’m sorry if i’ve ruined everything I just hmmmppff” 

You cut him off with crashing your lips onto his, your hands resting on his sweating muscled chest. A smile spread right across your mouth. Gojo melted into your kiss, his heartbeat slowing down the anxiety leaving his body as he got your message. 

Glad that you both felt the same way you both fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms. Smiles permanently spread across your faces. You were finally his and he was finally yours. 

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[heartofjasmina]

🐈 and bakugou or Touya 👀 gimma EVERYTHING

Hmmmmm, Touya makes me think of that one cat girl who loves him and absolutely hates everyone else. You hiss at one who dares take your spot right next to him (even if you always end up in his lap anyway), and you absolutely preen from your owners attention.

"She's damn near feral," Shiggy complains as he nurses his hand covered in your claw marks.

"No she's not, she's a good kitty. Aren't you girl?" You smirk at Shiggy as you lean into Touya, who pets your hair like it's your god given right to be praised.

In fact as soon as Shigaraki leaves you're pawing at his clothes, wanting him to give you even more praise.

"Again? You're gonna wear me out you know." But he's already hard when you finally get his pants off, and his eyes are warm as he tells you, "Well you have been good. Stuck close to me."

You mewl as he flips you over, kisses your throat and the collar you wear for him. "My good girl, you love your master don't you?"

"Love master," you moan as you feel his erection pressing into you.

He makes love to you like you're his most prized possession. And it drives you kind of crazy. You're not even in your heat but when he touches you, when his thickness presses into you and fills you up like you'll never ache again.

"That's a good kitty, taking me so well." He was getting close to giving you every last drop of him, and he could never resist giving you physical proof of how good you were for him.

Your pussy sucked in his shaft with such heat it made him feverish and you made such pleased, smug little sounds that it made him huff a laugh before he slams into you one last time.

"Here you go baby." He groans as he fucks his load into you, and your tail curls around his arm. Your whole body purring with delight as he rolls his hips. Your body had never felt warmer.

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Are you awake?

《 Eddie munson x fem!reader

《 Summary: Eddie can't seem to sleep.

《 Warnings: choking, unprotected sex, thigh job.

A/n: Not proofread. Short little blurb.

18+ minors dni

The day had been long after spending it with your parents in their home. Neither you nor Eddie had expected to be over for that many hours. So when your Mom had offered for the two of you to spend the night, you obviously didn't say no. The trip back to Hawkins would be another couple of hours anyway.

Eddie had been struggling to be on his best behavior. He was. For the most part, he was being good. Until night came around, and you were in nothing but his old Hellfire shirt from high school. Your mom liked to keep old clothes of yours lying around just in case of situations like this. She never realized a lot of the clothing she saved was actually Eddie's from his late night visits that ended up being early mornings of him climbing out of your bedroom window.

"G'night, Eddie." You yawned, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Good night, baby." He slid up closer to your back, hugging you to him with an arm thrown around your middle. Your head tucked under his chin. Your eyes grow heavy as sleep takes over.

Eddie tried to sleep. He truly did. His cock was getting painfully hard and no matter how much he tried to think of anything else it wouldn't go away. He needed you desperately. He promised he would behave, but seeing you in his shirt made his brain short-circuit. It was like he was seeing you naked for the first time all over again. As the night progressed, he finally decided to wake you.

"Eh! Psst! Baby, you awake? " Eddie, shook your shoulder lightly.

"Hmm." Your tired voice groaned.

"I fucking need you." His husky voice whispered by your ear. You felt a hand roaming up your leg.

"Eddie, we can't. This bed sqeaks too much," you whispered over to your boyfriend as you felt him pulling your panties down halfway down your legs. His hand moves back up to go between your thighs.

"Oh!...youre fucking soaked already sweetheart." He purred. You felt his middle finger running up your slit. Instinctively, you lift your leg, giving him more access.

"Was dreamin'." You confessed shyly trying to hide your face in the pillow.

"Yeah? Bout' me?" His fingers still gliding through your wet folds. Getting them nice and sticky with your juices.

You nod, still hiding from him.

"Aww, sweetheart, that's okay. I'm gonna take that ache away. He cooed a smile spreading on his face.

The living room was covered in total darkness except for the street lights peaking in through the curtains. The house was dead quiet except for the humming of the AC. You felt Eddie grinding his hard cock against the curve of your ass.

"Eddie, we can't, though this bed is so loud." You whined. You needed him just as bad as he needed you.

"Then I guess I'm gonna have to go real... real slow." His breath tickled your ear from behind. You felt his hand sneak up your night to pinch at your nipples. He knew that always drove you crazy. You were already getting intoxicated by his touch.

You squirmed in his hold as Eddie brings your back tighter to his chest.

His tip nudging at your wet opening slowly pushing its way in. You moaned a little too loud in the quiet house. Eddies hand moved to quickly cover your mouth.

"Shh gotta be quiet," He whispered in your neck, dropping his hand.

"M'trying." You whined.

You let a deep breath readying yourself for him.

"I know, baby. I know such a good girl." He praised. Something he loved doing, and he knew you loved hearing.

"....fuck you're wet." Eddiegrunted as his cock spreads you open. Your walls hugged around him perfectly.

"God, I can't wait to get you home." His jaw clenched, and nostrils flared. It's taking all of his strength not to just pound into you relentlessly. "G'nna have you screamin' for me."

Eddie gently places a hand to your throat while pushing his cock in deeper. inch by agonizingly slow inch. He pulled your head back to rest in the crook of his neck. His hand never applying pressure, just resting. It was tender but dominant. Making your stomach do flips and your head dizzy.

He pumps inside you softly, carefully. His languid strokes sending you over the edge. Eddies hips grinding on your ass as his cock stretches your walls. You swear you could feel every vein on his length pulsating inside you.

"Fuck fuck go faster." You begged as your becoming a whimpering mess. His hand still placed firmly on your throat.

"You know I can't, baby." Eddie murmured dragging his cock almost all the way out and pushing it back in little by little.

"I really wanna, but I can't." He was trying to go easy. To not make any noise and alert anyone as to what he's doing to you. Your soft, needy voice begging him to just let go was making it so much more difficult.

You bite down on your lip hard, almost drawing blood, trying to prevent another moan. His cock hitting that sweet spot on yours walls just right with every stroke.

The squelching of your pussy from his cock pumping you lazily was the only thing you could hear besides his heavy breathing. The inside of your legs covered in your slick. You were completely drenched for him. Your body covered in beads of sweat.

"I--i wanna cum. " You whispered. You feel that coil in your stomach building as you move one of your own hands to play with your clit.

Eddie takes mercy on you and thrusts his cock in you faster not caring if the bed is making any noise now. He can't keep this up for up for much longer. Your pleading was enough for him. He's always struggled to not give what you need. Even when you were bad for him, he still caved.

"Don't worry, baby, I got you." His voice low and ragged in your ear, causing your skin to prickle with goosebumps.

You continue rubbing tight circles on your sore bud while his cock splits you open. The hand that was once placed gently on your throat now tightened ever so slightly. Your legs shake. Your walls clenching around him. His grunting quietly in your ear. The springs of the old mattress screeching in rhythm to every thrust.

"Be a good girl and cum on my cock. I wanna feel you." He croaked, letting out a shakey breath.

Your release approached you almost too suddenly, and with a few more strokes, you cum around him hard. Your body trembling and writhing against his. Your orgasm ripping through you almost violently making your vision go blurry. No sound escapes past your lips as your mouth hangs agape. The hand on your clit pausing.

"Fuck baby thats it." Eddie groans still pumping you full of his cock as he helps you through your orgasm. "Gettin close too baby."

He pulls his cock from inside you with a loud schlick. You almost cry at the sudden loss, not wanting him to leave.

"Squeeze your thighs together for me jus' a little."

You do as you're told and close your legs back. You felt him pushing his cock between them. His length rubbing against your pussy. Pumping his cock in between your legs his tip rubbing against your sore clit.

Eddies rocking his hips against your ass frantically. His cock sliding on the inside of your thighs. Your juices dripping down your legs helping him pump his cock easily.

You squeeze them just a little more, making him moan louder. "Ooh! Sweetheart."

Every nudge of his tip on your clit causes your body to shiver. He's getting close. His thrusts are getting sloppy. His breathing is erratic, and at this point, he doesn't care if the bed is loud. He just wants to cum. He needs to cum.

"Mmphf! fuck i--im oh shit-." Eddie struggled to speak.

Just a few more long strokes he's spilling his cum all over the inside of your thighs and pussy. Making a big mess in the middle of your legs. Eddie doesn't stop or slow down until he's milked himself of everything he has left. The grip Eddie has on your throat loosens as he calms down.

After a few minutes of silence and just the two of you wrapped in eachothers arms.

"You okay?" He asked rubbing up and down your ark.

"I'm okay." You repled weakly.

He leans up in a panic." You think they heard?"

"Probably." You quietly laugh.

"We're leaving before anyone wakes up."

You don't even have to look back to know his face is red with utter embarrassment.

"Go to sleep, Eddie. I'm going to clean myself off." You moved to stand. Your legs felt like jello, but you're still able to walk. Barely.

"Im gonna smoke real quick." He yawns, stretching his limps.

The following morning, Eddie kept to his word and woke up before sunrise. Your eyes were barely able to register where you were before he's pulling you out the front door and taking you home quickly. Last thing he ever wanted to do was face your parents after something like that. Especially your father. Who made sure to give you a call as soon as he knew you would be walking through your front door. Luckily for your sake, they heard nothing.

[whisper-in-the-night]

Undesirable

Plot: Thomas is omega who will never find his true mate. Or no?

Warnings: omegavers; deviation from the canon; omega!Thomas Hewitt, alpha!male!reader / Y/N, mention of murdering, blood

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Part 5 || Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

"Here, Y/N, your coffee," Kayla said with a slight smile, handing you a gray mug with a hot drink. You looked up at her, eyebrows slightly raised, and nodded. Leaning on the back of the chair, you took the cup from her hands, immediately sipping a few small sips. The bitterness of the coffee instantly burned the delicate throat, spreading a pleasant warmth in the stomach.

"You seem tense. I've never seen you drink coffee without sugar," the girl frowned, sipping tea from her own mug, "Is something wrong?"

“No. Just thinking."

She sighed. You've always been the soul of the company and the best friend of the team, but today you looked.. tired? Scared? Kayla didn't know. But she knew that this was not her usual friend, whom she liked to make fun of. Although, perhaps you have problems with your family again? Who knows.

Deciding to change the subject, the girl pulled her chair closer to your desk. Brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear, she took another sip of tea.

"This new intern's gonna drive me crazy! Maybe you'll talk to her yourself, won't you make me work? I'm actually a girl," she said resentfully, looking around, "And those perfumes. Is she really gonna get your attention with that shit? It's hard to be in the same room with her! How did she get here? I can't imagine.. hey, are you even listening to me?"

Kayla frowned, looking at your impassive face, her gaze directed somewhere towards the window. The girl really didn't like it when her words were just ignored, especially when it was her best friend.

"My god, Y/N!" She grabbed your shoulder and shooked you, bringing you to your senses, "Oh my god, what's wrong with ya today, huh? Maybe have you been drinking all night again because of your feeling of loneliness?!"

"It's just.." You sighed. Gently taking her hand in yours, you removed it from your shoulder, "It's difficult. I dunno how to explain it."

"What do ya mean how? With words! What's your mouth for, huh?"

“Yeah.. It's just that last night I kind of had a argument with someone. Accidentally." You started, but Kayla immediately interrupted you.

"Of course you quarreled, you don't know how to keep your rude tongue between your teeth!" She took a sip of tea. You grinned, looking down at your half-empty mug.

"No, it's not... I didn't say anything actually. Simply.. left. In the middle of the night. I just didn't know how to react. Those people were.. strange. In a good way. Although I'm not sure anymore.."

"And that's why you're crying? Well, you left and left, is there a problem? Found something to cry about, meh.."

"They seem to be dear for me.."

Kayla looked up at you questioningly. Immediately, a sly grin graced her face. She leaned closer, grabbing the collar of your shirt, "Oh, did our baby Y/N find a mate? Who is she? Is she beautiful? Our intern will be mad with jealousy."

"No, it's not my mate. He's an omega, but not mine.." The girl chuckled, "Oh, come on, it's not yours. Do you think I'm stupid and didn't smell someone else's pheromones on ya? For a whole month, those damn peaches... I can't eat them anymore!"

You smiled slightly, enjoying your friend's usual explosive behavior. She has always been a support for you, always listened to whatever was going on in your life. A good girl, she helped you adapt to this environment at work. Like a sweet, slightly annoying little sister.

"But anyway, it seems that this omega is dear to you, isn't it? I'm not blind! All those smiles of yours, frequent weekends, and so on. Y/N, it's not the case to leave them offended and run away like a coward. Talk to them! I don't think it's that bad."

"Mm... Maybe you're right.."

"I'm always right, trust me!" The girl purred smugly and winked at you.

Can you really try it?

***

"Tommy, baby. You can't skip the dinner again ," the woman said in a gentle, worried voice, lightly knocking on her youngest son's closed door. There was no response. She sighed. Fatigue and anxiety could be seen in her exhausted figure and tense shoulders.

It's been a little over a week since the night you found out about the Hewitt family's secret occupation and ran away in the night. From that moment on, Thomas was not himself. That same night, he chopped the unfortunate victim from the basement into small pieces, not caring about the pain caused. He slaughtered him like the last pig. His breathing was labored and his whole body was tense. Something inside him broke painfully when you left. Why did you leave? Why did you leave him? His skin and clothes were covered in blood, and his hair was matted with sweat, and his heart was beating wildly in his strong chest. But it hurt. It hurts a lot.

"Baby, I'm coming in," Luda said, pulling the door handle and entering the room. The air in the room was musty, the curtains were closed, so neither the sun nor fresh air penetrated inside. Thomas was curled up on the bed on top of a lot of clothes. Ragged sobs came from him. The mother's heart sank at the sight of her child. She went inside and put the dinner plate on the desk.

"Baby.." the response was a growl of displeasure. Luda sighed, realizing that she needed to give the boy a little more time, and reluctantly left his room, opening the window before that.

Thomas was lying on a pile of clothes, your clothes, and desperately clutching the fabric in his hands. Your scent was almost gone, and it made him whine plaintively. You liked him, didn't you? He was your omega, wasn't he? Then why did you leave? Why did you leave him? It's lonely. Sadly. Painfully. He was in pain. The scent glands on his neck throbbed violently, causing nausea in his body due to the onset of heat. Usually you were with him at such moments, your pheromones calmed him down. But not now. Now his body was in that unpleasant painful state again, just like before. He missed you. So much. But you probably didn't like him anymore. You've probably already found a better, stronger, more beautiful omega.

Your smile, your beautiful eyes and soft hair. Your pleasant smell. Your sweet words of comfort when he felt insecure and bad. Your gentle touch, as if he were the most precious thing in the world. Your affectionate nicknames.

Why did you take it all away from him?

Perhaps it would be better this way. He doesn't need to hide his secret from you anymore. Then why does it hurt so much?

***

The wide gray road, surrounded by dead wood and yellow grass, seemed endless. There's not a soul for miles around. You were clutching the steering wheel rim a little nervously, glancing in the rearview mirror with the hope that there were no unwanted guests behind you.

It was already about 6 pm, so probably everyone had been resting for a long time.

You knocked gently on the door and took an unconscious step back, burning the door with your gaze. Your head was full of thousands of thoughts, good and bad, options for the outcome of events and just some gibberish that makes your temples throb. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous. Although outwardly it was hardly possible to say this, given your firm gaze and calm, albeit a little tense, aura and body language.

Finally, the door opened with a slight creak. The gray-haired man's face darkened, and his eyebrows drew together.

"Damn it, why are you here again? Wasn't it enough for you?" Hoyt spoke in a rough, loud voice, taking a firm step towards you. Now he was dressed in a simple shirt and house trousers, the lack of a sheriff's uniform made him strangely more friendly and pleasant to the eye, "Get out of my sight, you cheesy boy!"

Hoyt snapped and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, which from the outside could look very funny, considering that he was slightly shorter than you. Still, it didn't take away his menacing appearance.

Voices and hurried footsteps could be heard from inside the house. Soon the door opened wider and Luda's worried face appeared in the doorway.

"Mama.." you muttered in a low voice, looking at her face. You gently pushed Hoyt away from you, coming closer, and handed the woman one of the bouquets of flowers that you had been holding in your hands all this time. White lilies. A tired smile graced Luda's soft face as she shifted her gaze from you to the flowers and back again. "Mama, I'm really sorr-"

"You sorry? You bastard.." Hoyt interrupted you, grabbing your shirt tighter and dragging you down from the doorway to your car. "I'll shoot you in the head," the man swore, already raising his fist to your jaw, but was stopped in time by Luda's firm voice, "Charlie, leave the boy alone. It's not his fault."

"But mama..."

"Charlie."

The man tsked, spitting on the ground, but let go of your shirt, going back into the house. Luda gave you a brief nod in the direction of the house and also returned inside. You smiled slightly and gently climbed into the house, carefully slamming the door behind you. The house greeted you with the usual silence, enclosing you in its soothing embrace. You followed Luda into the kitchen, who was already pouring fruit tea into two mugs. Obviously, she understood that you had a lot to talk about.

"Thank you," you said with a slight smile, sitting down on a chair and picking up a cup of tea.

"We expected you to come with sheriff," the woman said, her blond eyebrows slightly drawn together.

"I.. I don't deny that I wanted to do it," you began, clutching a porcelain cup in your hands, "But then I thought that you wouldn't do it without a special reason. No, of course I don't support it, but I don't condemn you either. To be honest, I just accepted it as a fact. As long as you don't hurt me..." After saying the last words, you slowly looked up at Luda, her face was decorated with a tired smile.

"We would never hurt you, Y/N. You are a member of the family."

The woman's words caused a pleasant warmth in your chest, which made your lips lift in a slight smile. You took another sip of tea, feeling the hot liquid warming your whole soul.

"But how.. Tommy?"

Luda sighed, "Since the day you left, he hasn't left your room."

Your room?

"Can I...?"

In response, Luda only nodded briefly. You putted the cup on the table, spilling some copper liquid on the light tablecloth. You grabbed a bouquet of vervain that had been placed on the chest of drawers at the entrance and carefully went to the second floor. It was quiet all around, which was eerily accelerating your already wildly beating heart. You went to your bedroom door and knocked softly. There was no response. Your fingers automatically rested on the door handle and turned it. There was a musty air in the room, mixed with the cloying sweetness of pheromones. You walked slowly inside and closed the door behind you. Things were scattered around, although the furniture still looked clean, apparently Luda still came and wiped off the dust; Thomas was lying on your bed on a pile of your clothes left in this house. It was a kind of makeshift nest. Thomas's hair was disheveled and looked dirty, but it still soft. You putted the bouquet on the bedside table, lowering your knee onto the soft mattress, then the other one. And now you're lying behind Thomas, listening to his quiet breathing. He must have been asleep. Your arm gently wraps around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and you see how the man's big body shudders. He lies there for a couple of moments, just staring in front of him, his heart beating faster. He turns in your arms, now looking up into your eyes. He wasn't wearing a mask. His big sleepy eyes were swollen, as if he had cried a lot, and his face was covered with scars, some with freshly dried blood. Your heart ached that you made your boy feel this way. You took your hand away from his waist and gently touched his cheek, caressing the roughened skin with your thumb. Thomas made a small sound, but leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He didn't seem to believe you. Those warm eyes looked at you with resentment and pain, and it made you want to cry yourself, but he couldn't do anything with his body, which craved your touch. He missed you so much. You leaned forward, gently covering his lips with yours, trying to give him that feeling of security and care again.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm really sorry, I didn't want it to happen like this," you whispered, pressing your forehead against his, "I'm here, see? I won't leave again, I promise. I'm here with you."

***

It took some time before Thomas was able to fully trust you again. You started living with the Hewitt family again and helping them, sometimes you even participated in the capture of victims. Usually these poor things quickly trusted you and sought protection, although in the end they still met your lover with a chainsaw. It has become a habitual course of life. Tommy became more clingy, he had nightmares whenever you slept in separate rooms, so after a while you began to live in the same room with a large bed. It made life much easier for him and for you. Now your clothes were always close near if he needed to feel safe when you were not at home or his inner omega was preparing for heat and making a nest. You slept in an embrace, where Tommy was usually a little spoon, which he really liked. When you got used to living together, played an impromptu wedding, where Thomas's close relatives were. You managed to mark him on the same day, so now you were connected by something more than just marriage. Surprisingly, you quickly got used to this kind of life. You were usually the most attentive and clear-minded person in this family, you made sure that no victim escaped, so that your family remained safe. Your family. Perhaps these are really the people who have become your dearest family.

[archangeldyke-all]

Guys im gonna drop an Ambessa x reader teaser in Angel’s ask box later. Somebody remind me okay? 💋

Angel I need more werecat Sev x reader bc its so cute 🥺

EEEEEK so excited for the teaser and I LOVE WERECAT SEV so yes lets do more

men and minors dni

while most of the time sevika can control when and where she transforms, on full moons she transforms for the full night and has no control over it.

it's fucking adorable.

you know she hates it. sevika's made her peace with her new feline super powers but she likes to be in control of it, so it pisses her off when she's stuck as a cat for a full night.

you have to remind her when the full moon's coming up, the little calendar on your fridge has a little cat doodle drawn in dates where full moons will be in the sky.

she spends these nights in the apartment with you, curled in your lap and purring as you pet her. you know she's just annoyed she can't be doing the human work she wants to, but you're secretly grateful for the mandatory day off for your girlfriend once a month.

when it's the moon's magic changing her and not her own free-will, sevika's cat urges are ten times more powerful. she just can't help herself.

you love it. you try your best not to tease your girlfriend about how she acts when she's a cat-- you know she's embarrassed by her powers already-- but how are you supposed to react when you come home on a full moon and find your cat-girlfriend licking her own ass?

all the cat toys and trees and beds you've bought to decorate your apartment are usually ignored by sevika. but on a full moon? oh, she goes crazy-- scratching her front paw endlessly on her scratching post, playing like a kitten with a little felt mouse toy, chasing a feather and bell on the end of a string that you're controlling for hours.

and she's so cuddly.

sevika's pretty cuddly as a cat anyways, she loves sitting in your lap or on your chest for pets, loves purring loud enough to lull you to sleep, absolutely adores getting chin scratches-- but on a full moon, sevika becomes clingy.

if you have to leave for groceries, sevika screams until you tie a sling around your chest and put her in it to take her with you. (she nuzzles and paws against your tits the whole time-- still human enough to know that she loves them.

she's constantly twining between your feet at home, tripping you and looking up at you smugly when you stumble. (you just grab her by the scruff of her neck when she's being a little shit-- it makes her freeze up and look at you with the most annoyed, helpless glare.)

and the morning after each full moon-- sevika's always an exhausted, embarrassed mess.

she's so tired from playing with her toys and annoying and cuddling you that she sleeps most of the day after, back to her human snores instead of her purrs, about two hundred pounds heavier where she sleeps on your chest.

when she wakes up for the bathroom or snacks or to glare at you and demand you go back to scratching her scalp like she likes, you always take the chance to remind her of what a sweet little kitty she is.

she hates this, glaring at you and cursing you out, a sweet pink blush on her cheeks while you remind her about how cute she was just a few hours ago.

"awe, sev, look at this cute picture i got of you enjoying that bowl of milk i set out for you last night."

"fucking delete that!" she screams as she chases you around the house.

you just laugh as she runs after you. "here, kitty kitty!"

"shut the fuck up!"

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[hxyleswritesthings]

Alpha!Katsuki Headcanons

Author's Note: I'm working on an actual written blurb for these two, but in the meantime, enjoy this snapshot into what their relationship is like!

From here on out, his omega will be affectionately referred to as BB, just as a pet name.

Bakugou is aged up to mid-20s here, and this does contain slightly mature content so read at your own risk.

BB is quirkless!! Sometimes Bakugou teases her for it, stressing that she needs her big, strong, pro Hero alpha to take care of her and keep her protected. He’s also known for telling her to sit her “basic ass” down. 

She doesn’t really mind the teasing, or the lack of a quirk. She used to be self conscious about it growing up, but now she doesn’t see herself as anything less for it. 

She’s a total crybaby, like big fat Deku tears. She cries a lot when she’s stressed, and don’t even get me started on how she can get when her hormones are all out of whack from preheat. 

Cries a LOTTT during sappy romance movies as well.  One time she got so worked up Bakugou had to cut the movie off halfway, despite her protests. 

These two are stupidly in love with each other!!! Not a single person expected Katsuki to be so open and vulnerable as he is with her, but it’s been such a pleasant surprise!! He’s still the hard exterior Katsuki they all know and love, but it’s impossible to miss how much happier and calm he is around his omega. BB can take him from explosive, aggressive, alpha to someone who’s pulling her close and outright purring at her affections within a matter of moments. 

 He’s very protective of his omega but he’ll be damned if he becomes one of those alphas that has to control her every move. This means BB loves to go out with her friends, but he will be dropping her off and picking her up after, as well as triple checking his ringer is on in case she calls for anything. Everyone jokes that he’s a total mother hen, but it’s an arrangement that makes them both the most comfortable. 

Before he had marked her, there was one time she called him because another alpha was making her uncomfortable at the bar. Katsuki was with Kiri and Mina at the time and let’s just say that Mina had to go in to retrieve BB (checking up on her friends to make sure they were safe as well, ofc), while Kiri held Bakugou back so that he wouldn’t march in and make a scene. It led to him causing a scene outside the front door anyways.

He only calmed down once she was safe and in his arms, her face tucked into his scent glands as her previously sour scent turned sweeter as she calmed down.

BB is very shy at first, but completely opens up once she gets comfortable. This means she tends to be quiet around new people and stick to her alpha’s side, but once she trusts someone, she literally doesn’t shut tf up. 

No, seriously. Bakugou introduced her to the squad once they were officially courting. They had dinner at his apartment, and the poor girl barely spoke while everyone sat around the table, eating. A few hours (and drinks) later, she was practically glued to Kiri’s side, talking his fucking ear off. Bakugou quickly learned that the two are very similar, and they’re best friends now who love to make his life hell. 

About Kiri!!! Kiri is not mated yet, but he has been courting an omega for a while and the two are literally meant for each other. They have double dates with Bakugou and his girl all the time and BB and Kiri’s omega are very close!! 

Whenever they’re at a party, or having a night out somewhere, BB is infamous for pulling Bakugou away after a few drinks to blow him. He always teases that he won’t let her next time, but he’s just a man. He’d be crazy to deny his pretty little omega wanting to get on her knees and make her alpha feel good. 

Yes, this did occur at a hero gala one time. They tried their best to play it off but their friends all knew the blush adorning their cheeks was not from the alcohol. 

Before quitting, BB used to work at a coffee shop in between classes. She would also hang out there to do schoolwork. This is how they met each other. Bakugou caught whiff of her scent one day while on patrol with Kiri, and he was immediately hooked. He bought her a refill and a pastry and the poor dude was stumbling over his words trying to introduce himself. 

He was so nervous, hands shaky as he spoke to her. Kiri definitely teased him about it, but clearly it had worked as BB had slipped him her number before the two men left.

She always felt very safe around him, even from the start. He became a safe space for her very early on in their relationship.

On their first date, he took her to get takeout and they ate it sitting on a blanket at a local park and trying to guess the life stories of different strangers around them. 

Their second date he invited her over to his apartment and made her dinner. She showed up in a dress and heels, and couldn’t help but keep staring at his biceps as they bulged underneath his button down he had chosen for the night. He even set the table with flowers and candles. What a romantic!!

Bakugou was absolutely swooning over her!!! They cleaned up together after dinner, giggling like children as they splashed sudsy water on each other. Bakugou poured them both another glass of wine once they were finished, showing her to the balcony where they sat and talked in the cool night air. 

The night mayyyy or may not have ended with Bakugou’s head underneath the poor girl’s dress, thighs shaking as she fell apart on his face. He moaned into her, cleaning her up with his tongue before pulling away, helping her pull her panties back up into place and pressing a few kisses to her lips as he pulled her into his arms on the couch. He drove her home later that night, making sure she was safely inside before taking himself back home. 

They went on a few more dates before he decided to court her, showing up at her place with a new blanket and a sweater of his he had scented, as well as her favorite chocolates as a courting gift. BB accepted immediately, tearing up at the gesture as she pulled him into an embrace. She left him briefly to add the two new items to her nest, breathing in the mix of their scents deeply once she had finished. She quickly returns to Bakugou, instructing him to take his shoes off before pulling him into her bedroom and inviting him into her nest for the very first time. It’s an emotional moment for both of them as he climbs in, making himself comfortable and allowing his omega to scent him before tucking herself into his chest, the both of them practically purring. 

They spent the rest of the day in her nest and Bakugou even called out the next day for some extra time with her.

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants

A sequel to Every Baby Needs a Daddy that is really just a Corroded King love-fest. Mostly fluff! Will there be drama? Still contemplating that. Stay tuned!

Read on AO3

Steve thought about the night he met Eddie. Cold, hungry, feeling pathetic. But he happened to spark up a conversation with an alpha in a bar that he vaguely recognized. And now…well, now he wasn’t cold. He was sitting on a very nice rocking chair with the AC at the perfect temperature. He wasn’t hungry. The kitchen was always fully stocked with whatever he might want. It had been since before he moved in but ever since he started getting pregnancy cravings, his pack made certain just about every food under the sun was available.

And it was hard to feel pathetic and unlovable when there were four men practically worshipping him everyday. The love in their home increased tenfold when the pups arrived. Violet Adams, born of him and Jeff Adams, and Vanessa Munson born of him and Eddie.

Violet was napping in a crib nearby while Steve held Vanessa to his chest. Eddie was sitting across from them, strumming his acoustic idly, making naptime feel all the more warm and fuzzy. Steve adjusted his hold on Vanessa, helping her to latch on properly. Eddie was strumming softly just across from them but he could always tell when he got too distracted. His hands would get slack on the strings. Steve didn’t even need to look up to know his jaw was in the same position too. But he did anyway. He liked his alpha looking longing.

“When’s it my turn?”, Eddie teased.

Steve shook his head but tried to keep his body still from disturbing his pup too much. “I think you’ve gotten plenty of turns.”

The moment Steve’s chest started to fill out from pregnancy, it was like Eddie had gotten a new toy. He wasn’t the only one in the pack that went crazy for his tits but he was the biggest culprit. 

Vanessa drank her fill and her eyelids got heavy now that her stomach was full. Steve put her in the crib on the opposite end of her sister. Once she was settled, he readjusted his shirt, covering himself up. Eddie swallowed in a way that wasn’t subtle at all. 

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Their days were filled with domestic bliss most of the time. Steve had experienced a bit of the limelight here and there but since they realized the twins were on the way he went out less. Now though, he was feeling the edges of cabin fever. He and his mates were able to go out to eat more often since Eddie’s Uncle Wayne and Jeff’s mother Beatrice moved in to help with the twins.

There was something so special to Steve about having three generations living under one roof. He almost wished his parents could be a part of it. He’d even sent them photographs of his daughters through the mail. They hadn’t said a word since he and Eddie were officially married and his name was changed from Harrington to Munson and they dropped the case against him.

It seemed like they wanted no part in his life and Steve wasn’t going to force them into it.

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It was close to evening when Steve found Eddie in the basement, writing while lounging in the home studio the band sometimes worked on. He crawled right on top of him and scented his alpha, purring as he got comfortable.

“Daddy.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy, ‘m hungry.”

Eddie set the notebook and pencil down and rubbed Steve’s back. “And what does my baby wanna eat?”

About half an hour later, Steve was being hand-fed lobster by Eddie in a restaurant so exclusive, it felt like you needed a password to get in. Steve had started out using his own fork and knife to eat, but he let out one moan of pleasure at the food and Eddie started serving him personally.

“Tastes good, baby?”

“Mmm, so good.”

The wait staff was the kind that didn’t constantly come around the table and the lighting was on the low, romantic side. Just the right kind of atmosphere that Steve didn’t feel self conscious about the sounds he let out. There had been more than once when Steve felt like he was in danger of losing Eddie and the other’s interest. When he started getting heavy with pregnancy, only to have them adore his growing body.

When he finally gave birth and saw his parts of him now sagged and stretched, only for their gazes to still be in awe. It got to the point that Eddie wanted to use some of the pics from his maternity shoot on their next album.

And he only got more brazen with his shows of affection as time went on. One hand kept feeding Steve, sometimes licking away crumbs left on the corners of his mouth. The other hand was, innocently (at least at the moment), rubbing circles on his stomach.

“You really spoil me”, Steve said after swallowing his last bite.

“Sweet thing, not even this feels like enough”, Eddie confessed. His hand dipped further under the table, further down Steve’s body.

Steve spread his legs, even putting one in Eddie’s lap so that his mate could touch him more. Taking the advantage, Eddie expertly opened up his pants and it took very little coaxing to have Steve grinding against his hand. Eddie’s attention was held by his love’s enraptured expression, but then it moved down to the two dark dots forming on his shirt. 

“Fuck”, Eddie whispered, mouth watering as he imagined taking a tit in his mouth right now, draining Steve through the fabric.

Instead, he pulled his hand out of his pants, heart breaking on the whine it elicited but staying strong. Eddie shushed him gently and kissed his cheek.

“Let’s get you somewhere a little more comfortable.”

That ended up being the backseat of a car, a familiar in-between when either of them got too riled up for being in public and yet couldn’t wait until they got home. Steve straddled his alpha’s lap and started to unbutton his shirt. His nipples glistened in the moonlight and Eddie reached out reverently. 

He buried his face in Steve’s chest, scenting his sweetness there and then gave one of his nipples a lick, lapping at it and taking his time. Like an aperitif before the main dish. Only when Steve grabbed the back of his head, pushing him in more did he wrap his lips around and start to suck in earnest. 

Steve started to grind again, just like in the restaurant. But instead of getting off on Eddie’s fingers, he used his husband’s thigh, pressing down, feeling slick gush out and make him slide even more. Eddie was getting off on him, on the sweet milk that he made for their pups.

“Daddy, Daddy please”, Steve begged, though he wasn’t sure what for.

One of Eddie’s hands snaked up his back, doing his part to keep himself latched onto the beautiful breast in his mouth. The other went to his ass, spurring him on to keep going as he got closer to his climax. Eddie groaned against his skin, it was impossible to get enough. Not wanting to ignore the other one, he pulled off, licking his way to the other side of Steve’s chest and took that nipple into his mouth.

Steve’s pleas turned to wordless moaning as he ground down and suddenly he was seeing stars. His whole body shook as the waves of pleasure rocked through him and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was.

Eddie licked his lips. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were in heat, sweetheart.”

The laugh Steve let out was shaky and breathless as he ran a hand through his hair. Every time felt like he was in heat. Every time one of them put their hands on him, Steve felt like a slave to desire. Was this what it was like to be in love? It must be.

“You take such good care of me, Daddy”, Steve said, arms coming around his shoulders.

“Course I do. You’re mine, Stevie. And I’m never letting you go.”

Part 2

[bucknastysbabe]

Cruel Summer - Jace Velaryon x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Virgin!Jace, Nerdy!Fratty!Jace, 80’s AU, frottage, male m4stürb4t10n, pining, Jace’s huge mf schlong, babysitter reader, Dornish!Reader, fluffy, awk first times, Jace working that thang, horny ass mofo, multiple o’s, pnv!sex, so much lube, wet n messy yeah

Taglist: @godrakin @lovelykhaleesiii @fairysluna @ilikeitbetterangsty @xfancyuu @borikenlove @aemondsversion

Jacaerys Velaryon was fucked. Sincerely fucked. He was home from his freshman year of college and there she was. Playing with little Aeg and Vis in the pool. Olive skin gleaming with droplets, a one piece fiery red and high cut. Revealing those thighs for days.

She could put Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect to shame. Fucking Dornish babysitter that was unimaginably hot. She was back from her study abroad in Essos apparently. Luke laughed from behind, “Don’t bust the window out with that wood, Jacey.”

“Shut the fuck up Luke,” Jace barked and turned away to stomp to his room. His younger brother’s laugh echoed from downstairs. The brunette flopped down on his bed, staring up at all the old posters in his room. God, he was still such a nerd.

Joined a frat and everything, met his best friend Cregan. Cregan could pull any girl he wanted, like many others in the fraternity. Jace got a tentative handy and many attempts for pussy actually. Apparently he had a horse cock. That’s how that crazy Greyjoy bastard put it anyways.

But he still didn’t lose his v-card. Not because of an embarrassingly small prick of course, no, he ran the normal chicks off and the real sleazy ones made him wilt faster than a dying plant. A nerdy Virgin who still stuttered around chicks unless he had a couple drinks in his system.

And for the the love of the seven he was still hard as nails from baby’s perky tits. Baby. That’s what the Velaryon clan called her since little Viserys pointed at the girl and called her, “Baby! Mah babysidder!” So it stuck. Drove him fucking nuts.

The other side of the family came over for dinner and Aegon was all over Baby. But she smirked and ate it up. Why would she even want that idiotic slimeball? He’d gained, like, so much weight at college.

Aegon didn’t give a fuck though. He had that confidence border lining delusion. Jace stuttered and grinned like a fool in front of their long-time neighbor. He palmed at his cock, shifting to slide down his track pants and get his cock out, imagining himself chatting her up.

She’d giggle and press her pretty tits closer to him, purring in that Dornish lilt, “Mhm baby, want that big cock of yours so bad, kiss those pretty lips while you split me open, mmm.” Jace was stroking himself rough and quick, other hand tugging heavy balls. Biting his plump lower lip the brunette moaned, “Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck you so ha-ah-ard! Suck on those tits of yours-oh fuck!”

Jacaerys gasped as his thick cock spurted on his hand and chest, whining through his nose as he tugged his balls one good last time. He flopped back, heavy cock slapping luridly against his exposed thigh. It wasn’t long until he dozed off into sleep. Just to wake up with more cum on his belly, dreams of her dark lips enveloping the blunt tip of his cock.

Jace grumbled, “Seven forgive me, I’m like a fucking middle schooler.” He stripped his ruined clothes off and hopped into a long, hot shame shower, scrubbing the residual embarrassment off. His mom would be home soon and Uncle Daemon was probably cooking dinner now.

No one dwelled on Uncle Daemon. Targaryens are weird. Baela and Rhaena were awesome though. Half of his clothes were unpacked so Jace put on a polo button-up, jeans, and loafers. How fratty of him. He may have spent too long trying to manage his hair mullet in the mirror.

He trudged downstairs, Joff arguing with Luke over the Nintendo. Jace hollered, “It’s a stupid game you idiots!” Baela and Rhaena were curled on the couch while they ogled over a magazine with Motley Crüe or something on the cover.

Daemon was cooking, chatting with her. She turned and flashed a shining smile, Viserys in her lap. Baby cooed, “Jacey, you look all grown up! College looks good on you, when did you get home?”

Jace’s cheeks reddened and he mumbled, “Uh, a couple hours ago but I was wiped, my bad. How was Essos?”

Daemon snorted at his lame response, working on stir fry. She launched into a spiel about the culture in Braavos, chatting in that warm way of hers. He needed a drink of water. Badly. The moment was interrupted when his mom came into the kitchen, unloading her briefcase and opening her arms for little Aegon and Viserys.

She grinned at him, “Jacaerys, my sweet boy, you look so handsome. We’re all back together!” Daemon lamented, “What a joy!” She shushed the blonde and cooed at the boys, grinning. Jace looked up to make eye contact with Baby, her dark eyes hooded and intense. She sipped her orange juice, pink tongue coming out to lick away a stray drop.

Jace darted to the cabinets to get a glass for water. Ice fucking cold. He mingled a bit, answering questions about grades, the frat, making new friends. Daemon was intrigued about Cregan, his best friend. “A Northman! I guess you need a frigid bastard.” Jace rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

Across from Baby. Who was wearing a pretty green blouse tucked into sinfully tight shorts. The blouse in question was showing off her tits, making his cheeks redden again. Everyone milled in, filling the huge table while Daemon passed out the plates of food.

He remained quiet as Rhaena talked about her tennis matches. He almost threw his fork when a bare foot nudged his own. Baby was smiling around her drink, eyes on Daemon’s girl. The eldest son chewed on some chicken slowly so he wouldn’t start choking. Because Baby’s foot was traveling up his thigh, stroking along, then toeing at his thighs. Jace whimpered, covering it poorly up with a cough.

Rhaenyra’s thin brows furrowed as she asked, “You okay sweetheart?” He nodded, making an excuse about ‘the wrong windpipe’. Baby smirked and scooched her chair forward, ball of her foot rubbing Jace’s erection.

He stood up abruptly, croaking, “Ah- I- I don’t feel well. I think it was the fast food earlier. I’m going to retire early.” His mom told him to stay in touch if anything got worse, the rest, including her, gave well wishes.

Half waddling up the stairs Jace slumped on the ground, propped up on his bed. He stared at the Star Wars poster, wondering why he couldn’t have super self-control powers like Luke Skywalker or something. But she was obviously flirting with him, sultry eyes and teasing toes evidence of that.

Jace’s heart beat rapidly, unsure of what to do. Baby was actually a very sweet girl, never a bad word spoken about her in highschool. She’d see his cock and run away screeching. He held his head in his hands, groaning in displeasure.

“Man up and fuck the girl!,” Dalton’s voice echoed.

“Obviously she’s into ya’ just give it a try,” was Cregan’s deeper tone.

Jace would just do what he did best— brood until further notice. His cock had already died down some from his anxiety. And brood he did, turning up the radio to Bananarama’s cruel summer. How fucking apt.

He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

The door cracked slightly, a thin light of illumination coming through. Jace groaned, “M’fine mom.” Her sultry accent came back, “No silly, it’s me.” He bolted upright and opened his mouth to get a manicured finger pressed to them. Baby whispered, “Hush, they think I’m gone for the night. You ran off on me?”

Jace stuttered, “I-I was going to cum at the table.”

She cocked her head and climbed onto the bed next to him, hand rubbing his chest tenderly. Baby murmured, “You never played a little footsie? Look at you, I know you were beating the girls off with a stick.” Jace miserably laughed, “Yeah, that didn’t go as planned.”

“What do you mean?”

Jace flushed and whined, “Oh god, I’ve messed around and stuff. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re a virgin.”

The Velaryon turned away from Baby and murmured, “Yes, big whoop, Jace is still a stuttering virgin bitch.” She laughed and climbed onto his lap, grinning. He moaned, “It’s horrid, not funny Baby.” The girl played with his hair, scratching as she sought his dark eyes.

“I don’t think it’s funny because you’re a virgin. I think it’s funny because you’re so handsome. What is it? Anxiety, I get that. I was nervous too at first,” she pressed closer to whisper, “But I’ve had an awakening in college.” Jace couldn’t help but moan softly at her warm breath and soft tits.

He stammered, “Y-yeah?”

She purred, “Mhm. Found out I like em’ big. Bigger the better. Gods it feels amazing.” She shifted on his lap, his cock already back in full form. She gasped, “Oh- seems like you’re just my type too. Not every girl can take something like you’re packing. Not a girl that cares about you Jacaerys Velaryon.”

His eyes boggled. She? The most gorgeous girl who has tormented his wet dreams since puberty, cared about him. He grew serious, eyes narrowing, “Are you joking?”

“Why would I lie? I’ve been trying to get your damn attention for ages Jacey,” she turned to look down, Jacaerys pushing back her thick locks as she admitted, “I kinda, hah, would accidentally say your name in the height of passions.”

“So, do you want me? I shared my embarrassing moment and feelings.” She stared in earnest, breathtakingly gorgeous.

He nodded vicariously, “I’ve always wanted you Baby, fuck, like so bad.” He carelessly moved forward, cradling her head as he kissed the darker girl. She titled her head so they didn’t collide noses, rutting further on his cock, rough denim against his briefs. She moaned into the kiss, keeping one hand in his hair, the other trailing down to the slit in his underwear.

Jacaerys lapped at her warm tongue, lips sensually moving against her own. He softly whined through his nose when she pulled him out, getting a feel for the heft and length. She hummed, “Big boyyy, gods, stupid girls don’t know what they’re missing.”

The brunette blurted dumbly, “I don’t want those stupid girls. Like. At all.”

“Good. I get jealous. Dornish blood runs hot.”

“So does Targaryen.”

They returned to desperately sharing kisses, the girl unbuttoning her shorts desperately, Jace yanking them off and tossing the denim. She remained in a scrap of clothing desperately humping her wet pussy against him. Jace groaned, “Baby, baby, god, need you?”

She tied her thick hair back in a flurry of movement, unbuttoning and slinging off the blouse, heavy tits on display. Jacaerys instinctively covered them with his calloused hands, squeezing at flesh and thumbing at pebbled nipples, relishing in her soft whining,

She rasped, “Lube?”

“Lube?”

“Do you have lube Jacey? You have a monster cock, remember?” She began to snicker as Jace rifled around his bed and side drawer, eventually finding the tube of KY. Jacaerys stuttered, “Oh-ah, how do you want me?” While she yanked down his underwear Baby responded, “Missionary, can fit you better that way, just need a pillow under my back. You can, fuck, move my legs up for more.”

Jace flipped them around, panting with excitement. He grabbed a condom too, about to tear it open but she stopped and hummed, “M’on the pill, you’re good sweetie.” He was going to combust. But he liberally squirted lube on his fingers first, he’d done that before. “Good boy,” she rasped as Jace slid the substance around.

He dove two thick fingers into her slick cunt, stretching and rubbing at that spot making Baby call his name and squirm. He added more KY just for the hell of it, enjoying the slick and lurid noises. Then a third finger fit and he was vigorously fingering the Dornish, leaning over to suck and bite at those huge tits. She whined and clawed at his biceps, but Jace was lost in the pleasure.

He couldn’t stop, this was like crack, every sweet noise and her sloppy cunt driving him further into the need to send her into an orgasm. She did after he managed to stuff his pinky in, abusing her g-spot. Baby slapped a hand over her mouth and gushed on him, howling behind her hand, squirming and shaking.

Jace’s eyes rolled back at the wonderful sight; tear streaked face, swollen lips, heaving breasts. Baby rasped, “You fucking monster, hah, c’mere and kiss me. I know you’re excited but I want that cock more than a couple o’ pumps.”

In a sensual, lazy embrace, they twisted in the oldest dance, laughing, whining, moaning. Baby nipped his plush lips, murmuring, “Such pretty fucking lips, want them on my pussy next time.”

He kissed her harder, tucking that idea away for later.

Their make-out had turned into sloppy humping again, the eldest Velaryon gasping, “Oh, m’ready, lemme have you please!” Baby goaded him on, “Yeah, yeah, lube it up ‘kay?” Jace did so with expediency, liberally coating the heavy member.

When his blunt cockhead began to breach her entrance his mouth fell open, eyes rolling around. Baby purred, “Mmm, yeah Jacey, gonna feel s’good, slow slow, ease into it.” The brunette did his best to take it slow but the tight, wet grip around his cock had him sucking in breath and whining on every other breath.

He was about halfway now, sweating from holding back, maneuvering those perfect legs of hers to over his elbows. She arched her back and moaned, “Yes, yes, stuffing me all up baby boy.” Jace could only garble nonsense as he bottomed out, cock sleeved in her cunt. He was in heaved, Baby’s pussy so hot and ridged, pulsing around him.

“Cuh-can I?,” he wheezed.

“Mhmmmm,” she sighed with dreamy eyes.

Jacaerys tentatively pulled back and slapped back in with a wet noise. He cried out helplessly, tucking his mouth onto a perky nipple. Then instinct took over. Fuck. Breed. Fill. Jace could get very one-track minded and focused it all on fucking his Baby silly, trying to keep that need of blowing in the future.

The bed shook, she cried out, Jace keened her name, pounding her roughly. So much for keeping it quiet. “Oh gods, you feel s’good, fuck, it’s s’good,” he repeated.

“I- mm! Know!,” she whimpered.

He moved her legs over his shoulders, living in the moment, all the noises and heavenly feelings. She had bit down on a pillow to keep from screaming, shaking from head to toe. Baby was milking him like a vice now, pussy just dripping and messy. Messier when he came in her poor slit.

That thought felt like a gut punch and she bit harder, squirting on his cock. He must’ve spoken that thought out loud, desperately panting her name as he emptied his heavy balls into her cunt, stuffing it with load after load, Jace shaking and whimpering at the intensity.

They stayed locked together, both too oversensitive to move. Jace had dropped her pretty thighs, rubbing them as he laid on her chest. Her shaky hand played with his hair. Baby hoarsely muttered, “You’re mine forever. I mean it.”

“Guh- uh- yes Baby.”

They needed a shower. Then maybe Jace could try that whole pussy eating thing. Clean her up good and well, make her cry from the third orgasm. Fuck. He sure had some stories to tell Cregan when he got back.

[remusslove]

Secret~ hermione granger

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲~ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.

“Hey babe, whatchu doin?” You said casually before walking into her room plopping on her bed with a sigh. “Nothing, and my mom and mrs Weasley are going to be here in half an hour, so I suggest you shouldn’t be here.” She said, her nose buried into her new book.

“Good I have thirty minutes with you then” you said snatching the book out of his hands before placing kisses on her face. “that was a fourty dollar book! Just because you don’t care about your education doesn’t mean I don’t care about mine!” She protested as you rolled your eyes.

“So? I could steal you ten more of those anyway. Besides, your always reading it and never talk to me anymore.” You replied standing up and beginning to fidget with his book collection.

“You have another cat? I didn’t know that.” You said in amusement as the Siamese cat waltzed into the room and into her arms. “Because you never ask. And I just got her yesterday” she said petting its fur as it purred and stretched its body.

“Well how am I supposed to know if you never even talk to me during break and stuff! It’s like I’m invisible!” You exclaimed dramatically making her roll her eyes. “Oh please don’t act like your not with mattheo and Theodore and Blaise and that stupid girl that’s always fawning over you” she argued.

“That’s why your ignoring me? Because of Pansy?” You asked teasingly raising and eyebrow with a smirk. “Don’t act dumb y/n. You know she likes you, especially when she uses that for awful baby voice infront of you. “Oh y/n your so funny!” She said mockingly in a high pitched voice.

You laughed before placing a kiss on her cheek and laying down next to her. “I love it when your jealous, it’s so adorable” you teased grabbing one of the main books off the table by her bed. “Whatever. If I see you talking to pug face Pansy once we get to hogwarts I’m not giving you any homework answers for a month.”

“Have it your way mrs.salazar” “I’m not taking that last name if we get married.” She replied to your comment making you groan playfully. “Come onnn, how good does that sound? Hermione Salazar. Sounds fucking awesome.” You commented forcing her to hide a smile.

“Besides, it’s not like your parents would even think of you with a slytherin. Especially after reading the prophet.” “Well if I didn’t know you I would think the same thing. You don’t have such a great reputation.” She said making you scoff.

The prophet just released information by Rita skeeter about you supposedly, “a couple of steps from becoming your great grandfather” because you got into a fight with a gryffindor boy twice your size and still won.

“It was a just a little fight, nothing to crazy.” You shrugged it off causing her to look at you with wide eyes. “Just a fight? You broke two of his ribs, his hand, his nose and left him a bloody eye!” She exclaimed.

“he called you a slut, case closed. And I looked hot with a bloody nose don’t cha think?” You teased. “Oh please. That ego of yours is gonna get you killed one day.” She laughed.

[bumblebeehug]

Together Forever

Summary: Natsu and Lucy being consent in each other's presence, and a little bit of Happy being a sweet baby boy. Notes: This is the first fanfic I've written and posted, and since I don't wanna re-read and edit stuff I'm just gonna close my eyes and hit publish :P Ao3 - FF.net

***

“Come on Natsu, at least steer your vomit away from me!” Lucy cried out, watching the sick dragonslayer destroy yet another pair of shoes. She was seriously considering putting plastic bags on her feet if Natsu couldn’t gain control over his flow anytime soon.

“Luuushi...” Happy said with a groggy voice, barely keeping his eyes open. The exceed had used up almost all his magic powers this mission, making him unusually tired - and unexpectedly cuddly towards a certain celestial mage.

“Come here Happy.” Lucy patted on her lap, letting the blue cat curl up into a purring ball of blue fur. The low frequent rumbling actually helped her calm down too. She would just have to deal with his shedding and the dirty shoes later - it’s not as if she could do anything now anyways.

Natsu himself was laying on the bench opposite to his best friends, watching them regain lost energy and magical power from the exhausting mission. It was sweet watching them both being calm like this. Of course he truly didn’t mind their friendly bickering. Happy felt comfortable enough with Lucy to show all sides of him to her, both the emotional and the snarky part. He remembered how loud and reductant Lucy was in the past, with her big and crazy reactions to almost everything that happened. Shouting every time Gray stripped or kicking Natsu out of her apartment. She never wavered. Once again, he didn’t actually mind that part, in fact, he really liked it. She had courage to be herself no matter who she was encountering, and her cute reactions often made the enemies favour her. However, she had gotten a lot calmer and sweeter the last two years. It must be that thing they call growing up, huh?

While in the middle of his thoughts, the train started moving extra much, making the salmon haired boy hurl up a mix of whatever he had eaten before boarding the hell-transportation. He really hoped Wendy could learn a new anti motion sickness-spell soon - life hadn’t been too kind since that Troia spell stopped working on him.

***

“Finally!” Natsu kissed the ground in delight of finally leaving the train, being back in their hometown. Lucy ignored him, as usual, and took care of their baggage. After all the years she had known him, he was still just as embarrassing to be out in public with. How hadn’t he picked up on social cues yet? Happy was still asleep in her arms, so after struggling for a bit she finally kicked some sense in Natsu, somehow without waking the cat.

“Come on and help with the bags you moron!” She scolded quietly, not wanting to disturb the sweet little animal who conveniently used her left boob as a pillow. “You don’t want to wake Happy, right? He deserves some rest, you know.”

Natsu obliged to the blonde’s orders. She was helping him nurse Happy back to full health after all. Grabbing the baggage, they soon headed back to Lucy’s apartment. The sun had started setting and he really craved that soft bed of hers.

Shortly after Lucy had met Natsu, she noticed an odd behaviour with him. Usually when walking back from missions with the entire Team Natsu, the air was filled with discussions. Natsu and Gray bickering in the background, Erza talking strategies with Lucy and Wendy, Happy and Carla talking about fishes or something, and then the occasional bickering between Lucy and Happy. When it was only Natsu, Lucy and Happy though, it was as if a switch had flipped. They rarely spoke, only leaving the sounds of Happy’s purring and Natsu and Lucy’s footsteps in the air. It was never uncomfortable though. They already knew what the other thought, and even if they didn’t know, they never felt the need to rush any conversations. This happened more and more frequently after the Alvarez Empire war, when Natsu had said those words to her. “We’ll be together forever, right?” Not any huge words, not anything complicated - just, the truth. Why would they need to talk all the time when they had forever in front of them. Everything would come in time. Lucy had decided to believe that.

“Hey, Lucy…”

… Did she jinx herself?

“Can we stay at your place? And can you make us some food, pleaaaase?”

Nevermind.

“Whatever, you guys just do what you want anyways.”

***

When they stepped into the apartment Lucy immediately went into the bedroom, carefully dropping off the knocked out exceed on the foot of the bed.

“I’m taking a quick shower, get the meat out of the freezer and defrost it while I’m gone, will you?” Lucy didn’t bother doing that stuff herself - Natsu knew her kitchen almost better than she did, he could figure it out.

Once she was in the shower she finally relaxed. A bath would undeniably be better, but right now she was more focused on getting all the dirt off her body. The mission they had gone on was fairly easy for Lucy and Natsu - the only one who had a hard time was Happy. The bandits had some type of flying ability, and the only way to defeat them was to get close. Therefore, Happy had to switch between them while they regenerated their powers. Lucy had gotten a bit worried when she saw Happy’s fur getting wet from sweat, but the exceed had just shaken her off, staying strong to the end of the mission. Lucy couldn’t help but admire him. If only Carla saw these heroic moments, maybe they would have gotten further in their relationship by now.

That reminded her of how protective Natsu could be. He hated it when Carla was rude to Happy. He didn’t show it, but Lucy saw. His twitching legs and furrowed eyebrows were of course big clues. Yet he still was very supportive. Every time Happy felt down because of Carla's cold behaviour, Natsu cheered him on, giving him money to buy an extra nice fish for Happy to give away. Lucy really had to give them better gift ideas though, once they had tried giving Carla a live eel instead, and she had ended up transforming into a human to run away faster. Who knew she was afraid of eels? And who knew she was that fast in her human form.

Lucy chuckled for herself at the memory. Yeah, she should definitely tell Happy to give her flowers or tea or something. She could at least spare Carla the terror of any other horrible sea creature.

After a quick round of shampoo, conditioner and body soap, she finally got out of the shower. She tried running a brush through her hair in an attempt to sort out the knots, but she quickly gave up. She would just have to brush it out when it dried.

When she left the bathroom, only dressed in a towel, she was met by a nice smell and the sound of sizzling coming from the kitchen.

“So, what are we having?” Lucy asked, secretly happy with getting a meal cooked for her. She would say that she was glad that it was free for a change, but she did buy the groceries with her own money after all.

“Curry ‘n rice,” Natsu answered, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated.

“Sounds nice. I’ll put on some clothes, then I’ll take over. You can take a bath or something while I finish it,” Lucy offered, once again not waiting for an answer before going into her bedroom where her wardrobe stood. She picked out a thin crop top and a pair of shorts in a soft material, before heading back into the kitchen.

“Now shoo,” the blonde said, dragging Natsu away from the bubbling pot.

“Wait! I didn’t turn on the stoves!”

Lucy grunted loudly.

“Whatever, I’ll fix it. You stink, here’s a towel, the opened medicines are to the left on the sink.”

Who knew the fire dragon slayer had such a passion for cooking? Lucy was pretty sure that was something only she knew about. Team Natsu never really had dinner the same way at Lucy’s. The only possible person who could have known about his cooking skills would be Lisanna, but to be frank, he didn’t really have enough control over his fire back when they played house. Happy knew about this skill of course, but then again, how could he not know about it? They lived together for god's sake.

As the clock struck 10pm Natsu finally left the bathroom, dressed in only a pair of chequered pyjama pants.

“Do you know where my t-shirt is?” He asked, lifting one of the pillows that laid on the couch.

“Oh yeah, it’s in the washer. Seriously, if you keep leaving your sleepover clothes here then you at least have to learn to wash them regularly!” Lucy scolded half heartedly, blushing slightly at the sight of her half naked best friend. It’s not as if she was immune to his muscular torso.

“Whatever, it’s not as if you ever come close enough to smell it anyways,” Natsu murmured as he made his way over to the table.

“Do I need to remind you that I also use the couch that I accidentally happen to OWN. If your clothes smell, then the couch will smell too. You seriously have to break your habit of sneaking in,” she groaned, knowing that her words had no effect whatsoever. “Nevermind that for now, did you see if Happy has woken up?”

“Nopfe, he’f ftill refting,” Natsu grunted, mouth full of hot curry.

“I’ll cut up some fish for him later then, hopefully he’ll get his energy back after a good meal.” Lucy pondered for a second, wondering if she maybe should wake him up anyways. He never liked missing meals and then having to eat alone. Lucy sometimes wondered if it was because he was unaccustomed to being alone, seeing as he always had the guild or Natsu around.

The mage decided to let him sleep on for now. Happy could wake one of them up if he wanted a snack in the middle of the night. It was already late enough for Lucy, so she sat down, finally digging in on the homemade food.

“Delicious!” She beamed, letting out a satisfied sigh before continuing letting the hot curry warm her up from the inside. Nothing tastes as good as a newly cooked meal after a long mission.

Natsu watched as the woman in front of him made a happy little dance before digging in. He had already eaten his portion of the food - almost four times the amount that Lucy had on her plate, and sat now and just watched as Lucy regained energy and warmth.

This was one of his favourite moments of the week. After many days sleeping in tents, constantly being on alert and never even getting the chance to clean themselves up, the smell and familiarity of Lucy’s apartment really made him feel safe. Sure, he might be a bit barbaric on missions, itching after someone to fight, not really caring about living conditions while he actually was on the mission, but getting back to this smell always made him shocked by how tense he had been the last week. Finding this type of ritual of sleeping the first night after a mission with Lucy, brought a sense of relaxation he didn’t know his body or mind possessed. Just coming home, chatting with Happy or starting cooking while Lucy took a bath or shower, and then himself taking a shower either while Lucy finishes or starts the food, or just after the meal. There was still one problem in Natsu’s opinion though. He still slept on the couch. After all these years she still wouldn’t let them share bed unless she was drunk or if he snuck in during the night.

While Lucy’s apartment smelled great, there was just something else he felt when he shared bed with her. Sometimes he got a boner, he was not going to lie, she is very attractive after all, but most of the time he felt something else. It could be called love, but for some reason that just didn’t sit right with Natsu. Love was great, no doubt, he had felt it lots of times, to his father, to his guildmates and to material things, but sleeping with Lucy was… Comforting. The combination of the sound of her soft breathing and her steady heart, and her cool skin against his hot, and then that special smell that he only could smell when they got really close. All this made him feel… Safe. Happy. Reassured. Content. If family could be an emotion, that is what he felt.

Even better was when Happy curled up in the middle of them, making Natsu able to smell and hear him too. Sometimes, when Natsu felt bold and cuddled really close to her, Happy would lay above their heads or close to Lucy’s belly. That’s when he truly slept the best.

Natsu knew that he wouldn’t exchange these two people for the world.

“Ya done?” He grinned, watching Lucy swallow the last forkful of food.

“Yep, that meal was exactly what I needed!” She purred, patting her belly. Natsu stood up and started putting away their plates.

“We’ll wash them tomorrow,” he croaked, filling the pots with water so that they would be easier to clean the next morning. Lucy just agreed as she began cutting up that fish she had promised Happy. When she was done Natsu had already removed all the dishes from the table.

“Let’s go to bed now,” Lucy suggested, a big yawn escaping her lips.

A small part of Natsu didn’t want to go to sleep just yet. His wounds were itching and he didn’t look forward to leaving Lucy’s presence. With Happy in Lucy’s bed he didn’t have anyone to cuddle with.

So, Natsu did what anyone would do in his situation. He took the lead, grabbing Lucy’s wrist on the way to her bed, only to gently fall into it and pull Lucy closer, wrapping his arms around her.

“N-Natsu… Hey... “ The mage was blushing furiously at his actions. Not that this was the first time he had done so, in fact, it happened more and more regularly nowadays.

She didn’t dislike sleeping in the same bed as Natsu. Quite the opposite to be honest. When she was cold she found herself cuddling up closer to his chest, feeling safe in his muscular arms. When it was hot outside they actually kept a good distance - but they always touched in one way or another. Legs tangled together, feet touching, or Lucy’s personal favourite - hand holding.

She vividly remembered that hot summer night in June, shortly after her birthday, when Natsu had climbed into her bed again. Natsu didn’t understand why she kept turning away and moving from him - he didn’t understand how unpleasant the summer heat was for normal people. He was a fire dragon slayer after all. In the end they just laid in bed, back to back. Natsu really wanted to turn the other way and hold his best friend close, but he knew that she was uncomfortable in the heat. Lucy didn’t know if it was her or Natsu who had grabbed the other’s hand in the middle of the night, but she remembered how important she felt that morning. He had respected her boundaries and still found a way to hold her close. It was heartwarming. Except the part when she saw that Happy had woken up early and raided her fridge in hope to find some yummy fishes. They ate breakfast at the guild that morning.

However, keeping that night in mind, Lucy finally gave in to Natsu’s demands.

“At least let us get under the covers first,” she mumbled, squeezing out of Natsu’s bear hug. She pulled Natsu to his feet as well and then crawled under her bedsheets. Natsu stood beside her bed, pouting in disappointment. Lucy giggled for herself before lifting up one side of the blanket, inviting him into bed. Natsu immediately lit up, jumping into bed with her, almost giving in to the temptation to cuddle up in her arms and sleep on those soft, squishy boobies. Once again, who could blame him for wanting to do that - not only would it be soft, warm and comfortable, but he would also be able to hear and feel the beat of her heart.

Of course, he didn’t do that. Natsu wasn’t a pervert (sometimes he wondered if he was though), but ever since Lucy showed up in his life his hormones had been acting up a bit. He had once felt a similar way for Lisanna, but nothing really blossomed on that part. Now he found himself accidentally seeing or feeling the curves of Lucy’s (sometimes naked) body and he actually got a boner from it. He had heard Gray and Loke talk about relieving themselves if the tension got too bad, but he only tried it once. He felt bad about it later though because he had thought some nasty thoughts about Lucy, so he never tried it again. No, Natsu wasn’t actually a pervert. He could go almost a month without thinking about Lucy in a non-platonic way, but one week every month Lucy smelled different. Wondering about this odd occasion, he had actually asked Levy about it. She had gotten all flustered and thought he meant that Lucy and the other girls smelled period blood, but then he explained that that wasn’t it. It came almost a week before that, and only from Lucy too. Levy explained that it possibly had something to do with her ovulation - the perfect time to impregnate a woman. This time Natsu had gotten flustered instead. He didn’t want to impregnate Lucy! Not then anyways. Not now either. He was far too young to have kids, and besides, it was his best friend they were talking about.

No, Natsu wasn’t a pervert. He never acted on these thoughts. He knew that Lucy wanted her lines between friends, best friends and lovers to be clear. Natsu didn’t mind being all over the place. He could easily bleed over all the lines, just them being them was enough for him. But Lucy wanted them to stay as best friends - not because she didn’t want to be with Natsu, but she just wasn’t ready to take that step yet. And Natsu respected that. He wasn’t sure of course if she ever wanted to have a romantic relationship with him - how could he be? But he had faith that they both would come around some day and show the world that relationships don't need to be complicated - they just needed to be happy together, and if kissing, cuddling, chatting or raw sex was the source of it, then so be it. In Natsu’s opinion anyways. Lucy still wanted things a bit more traditional, but it was clear that as long as they made each other happy it didn’t really matter if they had ever gone on a real date or not. They didn’t mind being more than friends, less than lovers.

Now, since Natsu respected Lucy, he didn’t use her chest as his pillow - even if it tempted him to, but instead he laid down beside her, faces facing, and he did the one thing he had never done before. As Natsu settled down beside Lucy, they had locked eyes. Lucy’s big brown eyes were dazy of tiredness, and her lips were turned upwards in a little smile. Natsu had a crooked smirk on his lips, still happy with his accomplishment of sleeping in her bed. As they gazed into each other's eyes they somehow found themself moving a tiny bit closer. Natsu lifted his head up slightly and gave Lucy a light peck on her lips. The kiss was short, Lucy had barely felt Natsu’s dry, chapped lips against hers before it was over. She just smiled though, not feeling as frustrated as she probably could have felt.

“Goodnight Natsu,” she said as a light blush danced on her cheeks.

“Goodnight Lucy,” Natsu whispered back. They both closed their eyes but still felt their hearts flutter as their hands reached each other.

Yeah. There was no need to rush this family. They understood each other perfectly fine, and after all, they were going to stay together forever, right?

[exponenshul]

Melon Seeds (Part 2 of 2)

SYNOPSIS: Immediately following the events of Part 1, Lucy's condition develops further and Spencer's concerns grow. As his girlfriend remains oblivious to the strange changes, Spencer must decide his course of action...or inaction.

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(Contains belly expansion, sexual content, birth, and more. Read at your own discretion.)

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When Spencer and Lucy arrived back at the apartment, the latter immediately went into the kitchen to start cutting up the watermelon. Spencer didn't have the heart to try and stop her; she enjoyed it so much, and honestly, he still didn't have proof as to whether it was causing her changes or not. Plus, unfortunately for him, he had another shift to attend, so he wouldn't be able to monitor her eating habits anyway.

He went to his room and began changing into his work clothes. As he did, he reflected on just how much his life had changed in the past couple days. He and Lucy had started dating...they had sex...she started swelling up, getting really horny and hungry...all coincidentally surrounding their purchase of that watermelon. Things were moving so fast, he wondered whether life would be able to settle back into some sort of normalcy...maybe after they figured out the melon situation and Lucy got her condition checked out, they could go on living as a happy couple. It's not like Lucy's personality had changed...she was still the same girl he loved, just with some...extra stuff attached.

Spencer pulled on his shirt, then turned to exit his room. When he did, he almost jumped out of his skin—Lucy was standing in the doorway, munching on a freshly cut slice of melon.

"Lucy!" He yelped. "Geez, you startled me."

"Spencer..." she purred, staring at him seductively. She absentmindedly rubbed her belly, as round and full as ever. "Thanks for getting the melon for me...why don't you let me treat you to something before work?~"

Spencer gulped, instantly feeling his jeans grown tighter around his crotch. Seeing her there, with her too-tight pajamas and soft curves...she was almost irresistible. If he had the choice, he would drop his pants right there...but...

He stepped over to her and put his hands on her waist. He looked into her beautiful eyes endearingly. "Babe, I'd love to, but I'm already gonna be late—I should get going."

Lucy bit her lip and traced a finger down his chest. "Awww, come on...just a quickie?"

Spencer gave her a smooch on the forehead. "I love you, but I shouldn't. I'll be back before you know it!"

Lucy pouted, but let him walk away. "Okaaaay...I'll be waiting~"

~~~~~

Spencer was kicking himself the whole way back to the grocery store. He should've just come in late, or called out...she was insanely sexy with her big tits and bulging belly...he'd much rather be getting it on with her than working a shift. But it wasn't just about the paycheck...he also wanted to go back and give the watermelon salesman a piece of his mind.

And yet, when he pulled into the parking lot, he realized that wasn't going to happen. The salesman, and his booth, were gone. Not even a trace.

Spencer pulled into a space and rushed into the store. He found the same coworker he'd talked to the other day and interrogated him. "Okay, you saw him this time, right?"

His coworker turned around and gave him the same confused look. "What? Saw who?"

"The guy!" Spencer shouted exasperatedly. "Selling watermelons out front. He was here less than half an hour ago."

The dude in front of him shook his head. "No idea what you're talking about. Give it up, man...I think you've lost it."

"I'm not crazy! There's something up with that guy...his melons are messed up, and now my girlfriend is..."

He trailed off, realizing he was getting a bit heated. His coworker stared at him with one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Spencer sighed, composing himself. "...Just forget it. No need to worry. I'll head to my register."

~~~~~

For the next few hours, Spencer tried to wrap his head around the situation. There was no way to track down that guy without seeing him at the stand again. What if he never returned? Presumably, only he could explain Lucy's condition...unless the melons had nothing to do with Lucy's changes. If that was the case, Spencer REALLY had no idea what to think.

He thought about Lucy and how she was holding up at home. What was he going to see when he walked in the door? Would she have grown even bigger? Would she still be...in the mood?

Despite his concern over her changes, he couldn't deny how sexy she was. She'd been crazy hot before, but there was something about the growing tits and bulging belly that really captivated him. His mind wandered, thinking about bending her over the counter and rubbing his hands all over her...

By the end of his shift, he was eager to go home and see her. There was no telling what was in store for him.

~~~~~

At last, after hours of bagging groceries, Spencer was able to make it home. He was both nervous and excited to go inside the apartment...he was unsure what to expect, really.

The lights were off when he came in, as he suspected. He carefully walked into the kitchen, where he saw some picked-clean rinds and small puddles of pink juice. Remnants of Lucy's daytime snacking.

He looked around in the kitchen and in the living room, but Lucy was nowhere to be seen. He went across the apartment and checked the bathroom—not there either. He was starting to get a little worried...usually she was still up and about this time of evening. But perhaps she'd already gone to bed.

He quietly made his way over to her room, slowly opening the door and peeking through. "Lucy? You there?"

Her room had always been quite interesting. She had a full size bed and silky sheets, surrounded by different pillows. She had posters hanging everywhere that reflected her interests, as well as a number of plants that she tended to. The whole room was basked in a romantic red light that emanated from LED strips on the walls.

Spencer walked in, keeping his eyes on the bed. Surprisingly, Lucy was not there either. The sheets were somewhat tangled and there was a bowl sitting near the middle of the bed. As Spencer crept closer, he saw that it was full of watermelon slices. He furrowed his brow slightly—just how much of that second melon had she already eaten...?

Just then, Spencer heard the door swing shut behind him. Startled, he whipped his head around. Standing there, having hidden herself behind the door, was Lucy.

Even in the dim light, Spencer was immediately able to see that her changes had developed since he'd seen her earlier that day. Her belly had grown huge—as if she were a pregnant woman at full term. Sitting atop it were her engorged breasts, swollen to the size of cantaloupes. Even in the red light, Spencer could tell that her boobs and belly were a deep, saturated pink color. Her hips and thighs had also widened to accommodate her expanded body. Not to mention she was totally naked again!

"Welcome home," she purred at him, eyeing him seductively. "I've been waiting for you~"

Spencer gulped. He was awestruck. He never expected Lucy's condition to advance this much. She looked like an overdue pregnant woman, full and ready to pop...

Before he could say a word, she strode over to him, grabbed him in her arms, and started making out with him. Still alarmed, he pulled back almost immediately. "Lucy, wait—"

Lucy smiled and bit her lip at him. Her eyes were half-closed, heavy with desire. She pulled herself in closer so that her body pressed against his.

"Come on, Spencer..." she said. "Don't you want me...?"

Spencer's heart rate picked up as he felt her rub her chest and belly against him. His hands rested on her waist as he stared into her longing eyes. She was so sexy...maybe even more so with this new body. The way his fingers sunk into her soft flesh...that look in her eyes...

"Yes," Spencer replied, getting riled up as his revolve crumbled. "God, yes, I want you so bad!"

Lucy squeaked with glee, then went straight back to kissing him. He kissed her back, hard and passionately. He let his hands work their way over her hips and down her backside, quickly getting into the moment. He squeezed her thick ass and she gave a yelp of pleasure.

She pushed forward, causing the both of them to stumble back onto the bed. She crawled atop him, pulling away from his face and dangling her massive rack over him.

"Mmmh, my titties need to be sucked," she moaned. "Come on, you do it so good!"

Spencer happily obliged. He grabbed one of her engorged tits and brought it to his mouth. It was so big, he was going to have to be careful not to suffocate.

As he began to suck, Lucy tensed up from the pleasure. She moaned deeply and arched her back, pressing her belly into him. She moved back and forth, coaxing him to suck harder or her nipple. Her horniness turned him on in a tremendous way.

However, there was something else he was sensing. As he nibbled and sucked on her breast, he began to feel moisture in his mouth. As he kept going and his mouth grew wetter, he realized that the fluid was coming from her. He was sucking liquid out of her breast! Even stranger, it didn't taste like milk. The liquid was sweet and fruity, almost like...

...Watermelon juice.

Spencer's eyes grew wide. He pulled his mouth off and smacked his lips together, just to make sure he was tasting things right. Lucy was...lactating watermelon juice? That couldn't be right...

Lucy noticed he'd stopped a split second later and groaned at him. "Mmmmh, come on, don't stop! It feels so good!"

She practically shoved her tit back into his mouth, and he kept sucking. The juice was coming out faster now, enough to confirm his suspicions. But how could it be? Just from eating all that watermelon? That's not how biology worked...but it DID explain why her breasts had grown so much...

The sucking seemed to give Lucy tremendous pleasure. She moaned and mewled, biting her lip and gyrating her hips. Spencer was sure that him drinking some of the juice was giving her a lot of relief- her breasts must have been uncomfortable being so full.

Despite Spencer's confusion and concerns, sucking his hot girlfriend's tits brought him quite a bit of pleasure as well. The more he suckled, the more he began to love the taste of the juice. It was thick and deliciously sweet. After a couple minutes, he moved his mouth to her other breast and to drink from that one as well.

As he worked, Spencer felt Lucy reach forward. He glanced behind his head and watched her grab the bowl of watermelon and pull out a slice. She began to chew ravenously, moaning from the taste and from the stimulation he was giving her.

Spencer would've told her to stop, considering the watermelon was obviously having some sort of drastic effect on her, but he was too caught up in the moment. She was so sexy, horny, and happy. That's all he could ask for. A couple more slices of melon wouldn't hurt.

After devouring a slice, Lucy gave a contented sigh and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She started moving her hips back and forth more deliberately.

"Mmmhh...okay...I need you inside me now. I'm desperate!"

Spencer tried to move and remove his pants, but he was practically pinned in place by her bulging breasts and round belly. "Ah—I'm a little trapped..."

Lucy lifted one leg up to let him escape from underneath her. "Fuck me from the back, then..." she moaned. "Just hurry...I need it so bad!"

Spencer crawled out from underneath her, taking off his pants as quickly as he could. He tossed them aside and positioned himself behind her, throbbing erection at the ready. On her knees and elbows, her legs were spread wide, giving him full view of her waiting pussy. She was dripping wet and eagerly wiggling her hips at him.

He gripped her by her fleshy hips, causing her to yelp. He entered her swiftly and she threw her head back with a moan, almost hitting an orgasm just from the first thrust.

Spencer was immediately overcome by how good she felt. Wetter than she'd ever been, yet her pussy gripped him extra tightly. "Fuck..." he breathed quietly.

Lucy grinned and bit her lip. "I know you want me just as bad as I want you...so show me!"

He began rapidly pounding into her, and as he did, she kept sucking down melon slices and moaning from ecstasy. After only a minute or so, she was already climaxing, shrieking in a high-pitched tone as her pussy tightened and her body shook.

"Oooh Spencer..." she moaned. "R-rub my belly...come on!"

Spencer readily obeyed. He reached around and patted the side of her round belly, rubbing it in circles. Her skin was so soft and warm, and the touch of his hand turned her on even more...he barely even registered that this was the first time she'd even mentioned her belly since this all began.

The two kept going like this for a long time, Spencer pounding from the back until Lucy finished the whole bowl of melon. Over the course of their love making, Lucy must have had more than half a dozen orgasms...Spencer was surprised she didn't just pass out.

Eventually, Spencer reached his limit, cumming hard and filling her with his seed. The two collapsed next to each other on the bed, sweating profusely and breathing heavy. Spencer spooned Lucy and continued to rub her bulging belly as they rested. He was really falling in love with her new body in the past days...she was so full and sexy and glowing. He almost didn't want her to go back to how she was before.

"Spencer..." Lucy murmured, drifting off to sleep. "I love you...so much...you give me...everything I need..."

"I love you too," Spencer said softly. "Sweet dreams."

~~~~~

In the morning, Spencer woke up groggily. As he opened his eyes, he tried to gather his bearings, unsure if the events of the previous night had been a dream or not. Considering the fact he was sprawled out in Lucy's bed, he realized it wasn't.

He sat up and looked around. He didn't see his girlfriend around, but he heard noise coming from the kitchen. She must have gotten up before him.

After some sleep, he was thinking a little clearer. Lucy's condition was getting...rather serious. He was growing more and more confused by what exactly was happening to her. The big belly was one thing, but the watermelon juice leaking from her tits was a whole other level of strange. Not really off putting—she was insanely hot—but at this point, he felt like he had to get her to a doctor or something to get her condition checked out.

Once he got out of bed and dressed, he walked out into the kitchen to discuss his thoughts with Lucy. He was a bit startled when he found her seated at the kitchen island, stuffing her face with food.

Even from a distance, Spencer could see her huge belly filling the gap between her thighs as she sat. It had clearly grown even bigger overnight...now rivaling that of a pregnant woman overdue with twins.

...Pregnant...it really seemed like...but no...how?...

Lucy heard him walk in and turned her head toward him, addressing him excitedly through a mouthful of food. "Good morning!! Sorry I didn't wait for you to wake up, I was just so hungry!"

He gave her a small smile and walked closer, somewhat unsure of how to approach her. She was wearing a tank top and lounge shorts, an otherwise normal outfit, except for the fact that the shorts looked like panties around her big hips and thighs and the the tank top was nothing more that an ill-fitting bra that looked ready to burst at the seams. He wasn't sure how she'd even gotten them on.

The breakfast she'd laid out was even bigger than what he'd prepared the previous day. She'd skipped the process of cooking and raided the fridge and pantry, leaving empty tupperware, bread bags, Pop-Tart wrappers and more strew across the counter as she continued to stuff herself like a starving animal. As he approached, he could hear her massive belly gurgling and churning.

Spencer came up to Lucy and tenderly put a hand on her shoulder. From here, he could clearly see her generous cleavage, practically spilling out of her top. And under it, the gravid orb of a belly, hanging low on her waist. Seeing her so full and round was alarming, but also very enticing. He gulped and addressed her as lightly as possible.

"So, babe, uh...how are you feeling today?" He asked as she finished up her food and sat back in her chair.

"Mmh...feeling much better after eating," she cooed. "I wish we had more of the watermelon...but it's all right."

He watched as she stretched her back, pushing out her full bare belly, tinged pink. He so badly wanted to rub it and kiss it, but no...and would she even notice? She seemed to be completely ignorant to her current situation.

Spencer made his way behind her and started rubbing her shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. "That's good! I've just been, uh...a little worried about you lately. Are you sure you don't want to, uh, like...go see a doctor?"

"Why would I need a doctor? I feel fine!" Lucy chirped. She paused for a brief moment. "...Mmm. But I think there is something else I need~"

In a smooth motion, she took Spencer's hands in her and led them down from her shoulders to her boobs. He felt them in his hands, big, heavy, dying to be squeezed. He felt himself getting hard immediately.

Lucy began to take off her shirt, and Spencer felt himself getting flustered. "Oh! Um, well...if you want- are you sure? We can—"

"We don't have to here..." Lucy said. "Come over into the shower with me."

Without further warning, she stood herself up—which was actually quite the task. Her bloated form made it hard for her to move around easily. She righted herself on the counter, bracing herself and holding onto the underside of her belly with one hand. It hung much lower and heavier than the day before. With a few huffs and grunts, she began slowly waddling herself toward the bathroom, bidding Spencer to follow.

Walking behind her, he found himself staring at her ass again, and tried to register how much she'd changed in just a few days. Physically, she was no longer the girl he'd come to know and love...and yet, he wasn't entirely opposed to the change. It did make him wonder, though. She'd only gotten romantic with him after getting that watermelon...was she being effected mentally as well as physically? Did she really love him, or was she suffering some sort of...chemical imbalance?

He stared at her bouncy ass, observed as she waddled forward with that huge belly. Like it or not, he was sure she couldn't stay this way forever. How would things change when this was...over?

They walked into the bathroom, and Spencer closed the door behind them. With a smirk, Lucy turned and began stripping again. It took some effort as she tugged and pulled at the tight-fitting fabric.

With some hesitance, Spencer began taking off his clothes, as well. He'd never showered with someone before...sex was one thing, but this was a whole new level of intimacy.

Heart pounding from nerves, he watched as Lucy removed the last of her clothes, leaving her naked body out in the open. As Spencer got a better look at her, he was sure for a moment that his eyes were deceiving him. In the light, it almost appeared that Lucy was...a slightly different color.

Apart from the deep pink breasts and belly, Spencer could swear she looked a bit more...green. Not in a sickly way, but in a...fruity way. Her black hair seemed more like a deep forest green, almost too subtle to tell the difference. As he looked her over, the sides of her belly, her joints, even her lips...all looked as though they had taken on an ever-so-slightly more green tint. Could it be? Or were Spencer's eyes just playing a trick on him? Had he just been staring at too much watermelon over the past few days, or was she actually...?

...His thoughts were interrupted by Lucy turning on the water and stepping into the shower. She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Well? Don't just stand there, silly, come on in."

Spencer hurriedly finished stripping and joined her in the shower. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her from the back as warm water washed over the both of them.

Trying to ignore the fact that his girlfriend was turning vaguely watermelon-colored, Spencer rubbed his hands sensually over her body. Her skin was so warm and soft, made even smoother by the falling water. Gingerly, he began caressing her belly, feeling how round and firm it was, rubbing it in big circles.

Lucy seemed to really enjoy that. She gave a contented sigh, tilting her head back slightly. "Mmmh...that feels nice. I'm so full after that big breakfast..."

Spencer felt his hard-on building, nestling itself between her ass cheeks. He kept rubbing her belly as his heart raced. "I'm, uh, glad it feels good. I...wanna treat you well."

"You treat me so well, baby..." Lucy purred. Then, all the sudden, Spencer felt her belly briefly tighten under his hands. She grimaced and bent forward slightly. "Nggh..."

Spencer froze, concerned. "W-what's wrong?"

"It's nothing...just a little cramp. I ate too much, is all." Lucy said, trying to pass it off as nothing as her expression relaxed. "Don't stop, baby~"

She began moving her hips around in that familiar, sensual way. Spencer moved his hands up her torso, fingers gliding over her smooth and slippery skin. He grabbed her breasts and began to knead at them, which brought her to a whole new level of pleasure.

"Oooh yes...yes!" She moaned. "Keep squeezing...my titties are aching..."

Spencer could only assume they ached because they were so full of juice. He rubbed at her nipples, and when he pinched at them, he could feel fluid squirting out, even under the hot shower water. He planted some kisses on her back and continued to massage her.

Soon enough, the increasingly-horny Lucy could take it no longer. She put her hands up to brace herself against the shower wall and stuck out her ass insistently. "Mmh...come on, fuck me, Spencer! I need some hot shower sex...!"

Spencer had expected this, and was just as ready for it as always. She grabbed his girlfriend's fleshy hips from behind and swiftly thrusted into her awaiting pussy. She gasped, trying to hold herself steady against the shower wall as he began to fuck her passionately.

"Yes...God, it feels so good!" She panted. Her engorged boobs and belly jiggled as he pounded into her repeatedly.

Spencer rubbed at her belly as he fucked her. He couldn't deny that something about her big, round bump was especially arousing to him. She was so full, and he only wanted to fill her up more...It was as if the shower was not only washing his body, but washing away any inhibitions he had about her condition.

As they went at it, he felt her muscles tighten up a couple more times. But she was so overcome with pleasure that she must not have noticed. With the hot water and their excessive horniness, it wasn't long before both Lucy and Spencer reached their climax...and when Spencer pulled out, neither of them noticed the gush of pink fluid that came from between Lucy's legs, either.

~~~~~

Even as they were drying off and getting dressed, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Lucy kept running her hands through Spencer's hair. Spencer bent down and planted kisses on her round belly, firm and warm.

Lucy smiled. "Mmmh...I like when you kiss my belly."

Spencer stood back up and gazed into her eyes dreamily. "I'm glad," he said. His conviction that anything was wrong was quickly leaving him, as well. He was too caught up in her beauty to care about whether her condition might need attention or not. They were both happy, and deep down, neither one of them really wanted anything to change.

Lucy blushed as she put on the tank top and shorts that gave her little coverage, leaving her ass and tits barely contained and her big belly fully out in the open. "Sorry, my clothes have been fitting a little tight lately..."

"That's no problem," Spencer said, giving her a kiss on the lips this time. "I like seeing so much of you."

Lucy smiled again, but was quickly taken aback by another cramp. She grabbed her belly and grimaced. "Oooh..."

Spencer put a hand around her shoulders. "You all right, babe? Here, let's get you to your room."

He guided her out of the bathroom and she waddled along slowly, hunched over as she rubbed her belly in big circles, almost consolingly. It seemed the sudden expansion was finally taking its toll on her. Her gravid belly made it hard to move around, and her bloated breasts were already leaking juice through her tank top. Spencer wondered if she was going to get any bigger, and if her body could even handle it. The concerned side of him nagged at his thoughts...but there wasn't much he could think to do for now but get her to bed.

As they walked into Lucy's room, she moaned softly and gripped her middle tighter. Her belly was audibly gurgling, the mass within churning. "Oooh...my stomach..." she murmured, seeming to finally start to notice that something was out of the ordinary.

They made it to her bed, and Lucy crawled onto it on her hands and knees. Her belly hung down, grazing against the sheets. She stopped near the head of the bed, head down and breathing heavy.

Spencer sat down next to her in bed, making sure she was all right. She had begun to sweat, her soft skin glistening. Her tank top was nearly soaked through, juice beginning to drip on the sheets. With a groan, she reached down and managed to pull her top off, casting the soiled garment aside and leaving her tits out in the open.

When Spencer reached over to rub her back comfortingly, Lucy turned her head to look at him. "Mmmh...lay back...I need...my tits..."

Spencer sat back on one of the pillows, and Lucy heaved herself on top of him, belly heaving as she panted and struggled. Juice from her nipples dripped onto his torso as she leaned over him.

"They're so...f-full...please..." Lucy said, grabbing one tit in her hand and practically shoving it into her boyfriend's mouth.

Spencer eagerly accepted, not afraid to suck down the sweet juice she was producing. As she gently bit on her nipple, Lucy moaned, both from pleasure and from the physical pressure she was under. She leaned herself into Spencer more, pressing her big, tight belly into him.

After a couple minutes, he removed his mouth so that he could switch and relieve her other breast. He latched on and Lucy continued to moan with increasing intensity.

As he sucked down her juice, that nagging part of Spencer's mind reminded him of how crazy this situation was. He was currently doing something with Lucy that he wouldn't have even dreamed of a few days ago. Whatever had happened to her put a real change in their lives. It was concerning, and seemingly impossible...but in the end, was it really a bad thing? Spencer felt like he had what he always wanted, and more. Why be concerned? After all, why would he want this to stop?

Lost in thought, it took Spencer a few minutes to notice that Lucy's moans were becoming more uncomfortable than horny. She was slowly rocking forward and back on her knees and had begun gripping her belly and rubbing it urgently. She was sweating more profusely, hair matting itself to her neck.

When he was finished, Spencer looked up at her, but her eyes were closed in grimace. "What's wrong? Is everything okay, my love?"

Lucy replied in a strained voice. "I-I'm fine...hoo!...I'm just...feeling..."

Spencer righted himself a bit to get a better look at her. She wasn't looking too good. "Feeling what?"

Her gravid belly rumbled, and she gripped it tighter. She had spread her knees out wide so her wobbly legs were more splayed as she sat over him. "Hnnn...n-nothing...I'm fine, just...k-keep sucking my titties..."

Hesitantly, Spencer did as he was told. He continued drinking from her tits until they were no longer so intensely full. All the while, Lucy kept wincing and tensing up.

"Oooohhh..." She moaned loudly.

As much as he wanted to, Spencer couldn't ignore the situation at this point. Something was wrong. He placed a hand on her bulging belly and rubbed gently. "Are you in pain? Is it indigestion?"

"N-no, I...nnngghhh!" Lucy groaned, baring her teeth and pushing her hips back.

Spencer tried to think of what could be the problem. After a moment, he reached past her belly, feeling between her legs. Alarmed by what he felt, he looked around her belly and saw a prominent bulge forming in the crotch of her shorts.

Something was...coming out of her!

"I'm so s-sorry," Lucy whimpered. "I—mmmm—I c-can't...hold...it..."

Thinking quickly, Spencer crawled out from under her and helped her turn over. "Uhhh—It's okay, it's okay...here, just get on your back..."

With great effort, Lucy turned her heavy, bulging body on its back, flopping back onto the pillows with her knees up. As she did, panic was quickly spiking in Spencer's brain. Was she...giving birth? Had she actually been pregnant after all? Spencer helped her to pull her shorts off, bracing for just what the hell he was about to see.

With her bottom half exposed, Spencer could see that there was definitely something coming out of her. But it didn't look like a baby's head...it was dark colored, and almost looked like...

"Hnnnghh...I have to push it out!" Lucy screamed.

"P-push! You've got this, babe!" Spencer said, trying to be encouraging while his mind was going a trillion miles an hour.

Lucy bore down, and after only a moment, the mass popped out of her and onto the bed. Trying not to pass out, Spencer picked it up to inspect it more closely. It was roughly the size of a softball, covered in pink amniotic juice, and a deep green color...

Spencer stared in shock as the realization came over him. What Lucy had just given birth to was unmistakably a small-sized watermelon.

He had no time to process, though, because Lucy was far from done. When he looked back to her, she was already starting to push out another one of the fruits. For now, what he needed to do was hold her hand and help her through the birth.

~~~~~

After only about half an hour, Lucy's womb was completely emptied. Her belly was at last back to its normal size, though maybe a bit chubbier. Her boobs were still much bigger than normal, but not nearly as big as they'd been that morning. Even the hints of green that Spencer had noticed were quickly fading from her skin.

In the aftermath, once Lucy had been cleaned up and recovered somewhat, her and Spencer sat at the kitchen counter, where they stared in disbelief at a stack of six whole freshly born mini watermelons.

"I...can't believe this," Lucy breathed. After giving birth, her mind had cleared up quite a bit.

"You're telling me," Spencer said, slowly shaking his head.

"I actually had those growing inside me? How is it possible?" Lucy said, eyes wide with disbelief.

"I don't know...but it must have had to do with the watermelons we got from the stand. The seeds...I knew something was up with them. Somehow, they got you..." Spencer's voice trailed off, taken aback by the strangeness of it all.

Lucy turned to him and gave him an earnest look. "Spencer, I...I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me. Once I had that stuff in me, it was like...like I was in a trance. Like I was possessed by the watermelon seeds."

Spencer looked down at the table. "Yeah. And I guess that means..." His voice trailed off again.

Lucy stared at him, slowly realizing what he meant. She reached over and held his hand, giving him a soft smile.

"Spencer, just because...this all happened, doesn't mean I don't still want to be your girlfriend. I've liked you in that way for a long time. I guess the melon just made me more...eager."

"'Eager' is a nice euphemism for 'insanely horny.'" Spencer chuckled.

"Oh, shut up!" Lucy shouted, smacking him on the arm playfully. "I don't know. I guess I couldn't help it."

The two enjoyed a laugh before Spencer grew more serious again. "...Listen, I'm also sorry for not, like...taking you to a hospital. I was...you were just—"

"Listen, it doesn't matter now," Lucy said, cutting him off. "It's been a crazy few days for both of us. I think we just need to try and move forward from this."

"Agreed," Spencer said with a sigh. "First things first—I say we go give that little grocery store vendor a piece of our mind."

~~~~~

The two arrived at the grocery store soon after, carrying the watermelons along with them in a tote bag. Spencer was planning his course of action in his mind. Whether the enigma of a man would even be at the stand at all was one question. Then came the problem of confronting him, hopefully getting a confession...then reporting him to the police. Or maybe to a scientist who could analyze just what the hell was in those melons.

As Spencer and Lucy approached the store, they found that the stand was there, but no vendor. It was empty and unattended. Perplexed, the two came up to the stand and found a note sitting on it. Spencer picked it up and read it.

"Kind patrons—

My job here is done now. This stand is yours. I hope you enjoyed your purchase, and that you may choose to spread the joy."

Spencer furrowed his brow. "What's this supposed to mean? Where the hell is the guy?"

Lucy sighed. "I don't know. And I don't know what we're gonna do with all these melons, either. I know I'm sure as hell not eating them!"

In that moment, the two slowly looked up at each either, the same thought crossing both of them at the same time.

They had these small melons to get rid of. They'd been thoroughly cleaned, and no one had to know where they came from. The melons from the stand had given them quite a bit of trouble...but inside, they both knew that they'd enjoyed the experience quite a bit...

What was the harm in spreading the joy a bit?

~~~~~

The End!

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PT 2 LET'S GOOOO

We're back with Picking up Strays, get comfy!

(Go and check pt1 if you haven't)

Talia

With Talia, both me and Astro had different views on how she could end with a cat. So let's start with Astro's version.

They said that Damian could go with the pretense that he doesn't know how to take care of the cat (lie) or simply couldn't keep it with him, anyway Talia ends with a cat under pretense. Despite the League beliefs, Damian knows that Talia would take good care of the cat, and so mentions that the cat was mistreated by humans and Talia goes "Give it to me my son, I will take care of her".

Talia would go absolutely crazy with spoiling her princess, which she calls Arwa in honor of a Islamic queen. Arwa would have her own servants and everything, she really starts living as a queen. The 3 years old, brown-ish nebelung also has a ripped ear, consequences of her past, but Talia doesn't see it as a flaw. For Talia is proof of her resilience and warrior spirit.

For me tho, it goes a bit different. Damian wants to give her a cat, he really wants, but he knows how pets are seen in the League. A weakness. And Damian knows what happens when weakness is shown. So, for now, Damian sends her pictures of Arwa without any context.

Talia is confused, but happy nonetheless that Damian is reaching out. Even if is through cat photos. After a few photos and noticing that is always the same cat, Talia asks about it and Damian responds, "Is yours."

Damian may have not been living with her for a long time, but he's still her son. Talia doesn't know the exact reason, but she knows what it implies.

"May I know her?"

"TT. Fine."

Talia still falls in love with Arwa, and she still becomes the spoiled queen Arwa was destined to be. After that, almost everyday Damian receives a photo of Arwa.

Barbara

Barbie is next cause everyone loves Barbara Gordon.

This goes actually diferent. Babs has seen the cat in her neighborhood before. Always in the same alley and running around, with food in his mouth that definitely is stolen, she even has seen the cat sleeping in that broken stairs that no one uses in her building. So, she is quite familiar with the orange tabby that wanders here and there.

But after four days of not seeing him, Babs finally calls Robin to help her. She know is a personal matter but also knows that Damian is her best option to at least make sure the cat is fine. Damian finds him hurt, probably by a dog attack, and is quick to take him to the vet.

A month later, when Babs arrives at her apartment Damian is waiting for her with all the necessities a cat may need. One look at the purring tabby on her couch and Babs finally understands why everyone else accepts the cats.

Babs decides to call the 2 years-old Jesse, honoring Jesse James (a famous robber way back in history). Jesse, as any other orange cat, is a whirlwind of energy. He specially likes stepping into her laptop everytime Barbara is working, she gently lifts him and puts him on the floor but he doesn't care, Jesse just tries again. That's it until Babs pulls out a old rusty laptop that she no longer uses and opens it when she is working. Jesse is so happy to have his own laptop.

Once, she decides to take Jesse with her at the library, partly worried but she can't let him in the apartment for whatever reason. Surprisingly enough, Jesses always stays calm and friendly, letting kids pet him. She finds him sleeping on shelves or close to the windows always under the sunlight. She starts taking him to work with her and you bet she even made him a credential.

Jesse's habits die hard tho. He still brings a lot of weird shit to Babs as gifts. Dead small animals, trinkets and random stuff she doesn't know what to do with. One day he brings a whole ass wallet.

Tim

No one is more surprised than Tim. Not only he receives a cat, but as a birthday gift too? Wow, he definitely didn't cried.

The cat in question is a 2 years old, siamese oriental shorthair. Really thin and lanky. The cat has this air of elegance at every step.

At first he wants to name him Ghost or something like that, but Kon (joking) says that that's no name for the heir of the Drakes. Tim takes it too seriously and he names the cat a super rich-kind name.

He ends with Sir Konrad The Third Archduke of the Couch.

This name has so many jokes on it. Firts is Konrad, at the beginning it was with C (Conrad) but Astro pointed out that it could also be pronounced with a K, as a reference to Kon, that way it can also be read as Kon-rad (he was so happy about it, saying that Konrad was also his son). The Third stands cause Tim is the third Robin. And Archduke of the Couch just because Konrad is a heavy sleeper that barely leaves the couch.

Bringing back the thought of Konrad being a heavy sleeper that love warm places to sleep, so picture this with me fam. Tim is working on the couch, focused on a case, and probably hasn't seen his bed since two days ago, suddenly he notice that he needs something that is upstairs or in another room, the problem is that the cat is sleeping in his lap, and he looks so comfy, so if Tim moves he would probably wake him up and now he is trapped on the couch.

Ten minutes later he is sleeping in the couch with a cat on his lap. This repeats a lot, so Konrad is actually helping Tim with his sleep schedule. Bonus points for all the pics that the batfam have of Tim and Konrad sleeping together.

When Steph gets her cat, eventually, Korand and Steph's cat has the worst relationship ever. They literally can't stand eachother.