#shh i enjoy doing these tag games

[krysmcscience]

I will be the first to admit I'm not the best at drawing animal or furry characters, but I wanted to get something scribbled down in my Non-Goof style, anyway. Plus, I've been enjoying the many reference pages folks were posting of their own designs for the Lamb and Narinder, so, uh. Here's mine, I guess! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

do not comment on how long narinder's tail is or i swear to the lamb i will make it even longer next time >:]

[zafrinaxyz]

The Bet

Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina Reader

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ synopsis Neteyam cheats in a game of dice in order to have his way with you

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wc short read

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ tags toxic / manipulative!neteyam. betting (?) soft blowjob / oral ( m receiving )

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ note super random . probably won't make sense . sorry if its confusing . this is my first drabble ? oneshot ? please be gentle with me 😂

enjoy x

໒꒱ ‧₊˚. NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"A six. How unlucky" Neteyam smirks as he picks up the things he calls dice, small foreign objects he showed you from his dads home planet

"But why is it unlucky? You still haven't even explained the game!" Sitting in a kneeling position, you pout- growing more and more confused by the second

"Because I said so" Staring at you intensely, making you nervous and uneasy. You were both on an empty beach, on the opposite side of the Metkayina village. For some odd reason he didn't want anyone else to join you with this particular game, wanting it to be just the two of you. He said the game would be fun, not too many rules and simple to follow. But, he also said he couldn't tell you the rules, only he was allowed to know. How were you supposed to know if you won or not? He said he would tell you if and when you did- telling you to trust him

"Okay so now what?" You motion to begin to stand, legs aching from being in the stiff position for so long

"Ah ah , remember what you agreed to" He begins to rise too, making sure you don't start making your way back

"If I lose, then I would have to help you with something" with a pinch in your brow, your face is flat and annoyed, this game from earth was... awful

"Right.. So get back down on your knees and close your eyes" He was a few inches from your face, talking lowly

Your ears pinned back, eyes darting back and forth between his. You swallowed, then made your way back down into your original position, hands placed on your legs

"Neteyam, what am I do-"

"Shh, close your eyes. I won't say it again"

Your upper lip quirked, and with a deep exhale, you obeyed. "Perfect tanhi. Now open your mouth for me." What the hell is he doing? What kind of favor required all of this? You slowly opened your mouth, your brows pinching together even more than before

"Be really still for me" he breaths as he places his left hand on the side of your face, gently cupping your cheek and using his thumb, stroking your skin. Using his right hand, he slowly guides his shaft closer to your lips. He places the tip on your bottom lip, softly dragging it side to side

"Good, now stick your tongue out" Eyes still closed, You slowly extend the pink muscle until it connects with his tip. You retract instantly, precum covering your taste buds with a slight sourness

"Neteyam what kind of fruit is this?" Swirling your tongue around in your mouth, completely clueless. He lets out a breathy chuckle, "The best kind... now open wide"

Re-opening, he instantly begins to slowly slide his length in your warm mouth with a low moan. You began to whimper, the vibrations sending chills up his spine with his mouth agape

"Sssss , uh eywa" His right hand removed from his shaft to the back of your head, lightly fisting your hair

Your eyes finally pop open, unable to keep them shut any longer. They grow bigger with the realization of what's happening. You jerk back entirely until his entire length pops out, surprised look plastered on your features taking short quick breaths

Neteyams head shoots down with the loss of feeling, brows pinching together due to the instant cold

"Neteyam what the-"

"Remember the bet. You can't go back on your word"

You were in disbelief and shock. He never mentioned doing this. And now you can see why. But instead of getting up and leaving, you stayed put. It was actually quite.. exciting. Blinking a few times and without a reply, you take him back into your warmth and wetness, sucking on him firmly. You can feel every ridge with your tongue as he begins to harden even more. Moaning louder than before, he throws his head back in pleasure, overwhelmed by how amazing your mouth feels

"Fuck tanhi, you’re gonna make me cum" Struggling to speak, his face pointed towards the sky, eyes screwed shut trying to last just a little bit longer

You whimper at the praise, gradually increasing your movements. You raise your right hand and wrap it around his length, simultaneously sucking and stroking while your left hand lays flat against his hip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he huffs out, his breathing being very labored, nearing his release. You begin to twist your wrist and swipe your tongue over the tip, making his hips spasm. He grips your hair tightly before gripping completely, freezing his movements as he shoots his cum down your throat. you swallow quickly trying not to choke

"Shit .. you are absolutely gorgeous" removing himself from your mouth and catching his breath. He begins to come down from his high as he looks down at you with a haze and partially closed eyelids

you faintly smile up at him and he comes down to connect his lips with yours

maybe this game wasn't so bad after all

[sugarnspice630]

Jealousy is the Best Form of Punishment - Yunho + San

"Darling, you know how when we’re hanging around the guys and I, softly place my hand around your neck? Have you ever noticed that San can’t stop staring at you when we do this?”

•pairing: dom!yunho x sub!fem!reader + sub!san

•word count: 1.5 k

•tags: mdni, suggestive, choking kink out the wazoo (f receiving), San's a little horn-ball, Yunho is a jealous boyfriend, praise kink, slight degradation, sex implied but not written out, lots of eye contact, voyeurism

Summary: Yunho teases reader by slightly choking them while hanging around the members, San can't control his eyes and Yunho notices, causing him to drag the both of you into his room and teaching him and you a lesson.

A/N: Inspired by this post I saw from my dear friend @shinestarhwaa (ily pookie!) Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

It started out as an innocent joke. Yunho would gently place his hand on your neck when around the members and occasionally give it a slight squeeze. Nothing too harsh, just a firm grip to cause you to get dizzy for a few seconds. Since he has naturally big hands, his fingers would reach perfectly around the sides, applying pressure to your sweet spots. Yunho knew you were into choking, and damn was he good at it. San was not oblivious to these minor gestures. He saw how flushed your cheeks would get every time his hand came near your neck, and that look of bliss on your face when he applied the slightest pressure to your neck. Although you were happily taken by Yunho and had been for a long time, San couldn’t help the thoughts he had about you since you first started hanging around the members more often. He thought you were very attractive, and the looks on your face when Yunho would jokingly choke you definitely did not help his situation. On the flip side, Yunho saw San’s reactions every time he did that to you. The way his eyes fleeted back and forth between his hand wrapped around your neck and watching the expression on your face morph, softly biting the inside of his lip and his eyes darkening. Yunho is most definitely the jealous type, so he would lightly choke you every chance he could get to show San that you belonged to him and no one else.

–

Yunho got home one day and found San sitting on the couch, playing his video games. He was going to confront San peacefully about his observations.

“San, can I talk to you for a second?” Yunho said in a monotone voice with no expression on his face.

“Sure hyung! I’ll be there in a sec.” San replied as he was finishing up the round he was playing. Yunho nodded softly and walked into his bedroom. When Yunho walked in, he saw you sitting on his bed, playing on your phone. You looked up at him with a big smile. Sitting your phone on the bed, you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him.

“Hey handsome! What are you doing back so early?” Yunho placed his finger over your lips to silence you with a soft “shh” coming out of his mouth. Your eyebrows contorted, and you looked up at him, confused.

“Baby, I’m about to do something and I need you to not get mad or upset about it. Okay?”

Confused as hell by what he could be doing, you softly nodded your head, still with a confused expression on your face, trusting Yunho that you would be in good hands (haha). Not too long after your brief conversation, San walks in.

“Everything alright hyun-?” San stops his sentence when he sees you in the room, as well as Yunho. “Y-Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” San’s expression becomes nervous as he looks at Yunho. His throat becomes dry, and he swallows his spit to try and alleviate it. Fumbling with his hands, San finally opens his mouth again. “W-what did you need me for Yun-?”

“Sit down.” Yunho barks at San and tilts his head toward the chair in his room. San nods a few times before making his way over to the chair, his eyes not leaving you or Yunho. You turn to Yunho and notice the slight angry expression on his face. Your heart sinks down into your stomach at the cold expression he’s giving.

"Yunho, what’s going on?"

“Quiet Y/N.” Yunho pauses for just a moment, glaring at San one more time before turning to you, placing his hands on your hips, and turning you to face him. “San thinks it’s all fine and dandy to stare at something that isn’t his.” Your eyes go between staring at his right eye and his left eye. Yunho’s eyes darkening as you keep staring at each other. “Darling, you know how when we’re hanging around the guys and I, softly place my hand around your neck?” Yunho’s movements follow his words, acting out his speech. Your heart rate increases slightly as Yunho’s hand gets closer to your neck. You dare not break eye contact with Yunho right now. “Giving you the gentlest of squeezes, right on your sweet spots? Causing you to see a hint of stars?”

Yunho’s eyes glance over at San, and he can see the younger member struggling to keep himself together. Harshly biting his lip, his legs crossed to hide the slight erection forming in his pants, gripping the arms of the chair so hard that his knuckles are white. Yunho smirks and directs his attention back to you. Your cheeks are perfectly flushed and eyes droopy just the slightest bit.

“I asked you a question. It’s nice to respond, you know?” Yunho grips your neck a little tighter, causing your mouth to drop open and let out the softest whimper.

“Y-Yes Yunho! I-I’m sorry! I know what you mean."

“Good girl~. Have you ever noticed that San can’t stop staring at you when we do this?”

Completely forgetting that San was also in the room with you guys, you softly turn your head as much as Yunho’s hand would let you and see San struggling to stay still. His foot is now bouncing up and down, legs still crossed, but one of his hands has left the arm of the chair and is now placed in his lap, right where his crotch would be. Fidgeting like a nervous dog.

“Princess! Stop ignoring my questions!” Yunho’s booming voice echoed in your ears, causing you to turn back to him quickly.

“S-sorry! Y-Yes I have noticed!” Yunho inches closer to your face, leaning in toward your ear.

“How does that make you feel~?" You had to think for a moment because in all honesty, it made you feel good, but how could you tell Yunho that? You were beyond thrilled when he started to show more risque public displays of affection around the members. You wanted to know what they really thought of you. How many of them secretly liked you or what they would do to you behind closed doors when Yunho wasn’t there to claim you for himself?

“M-makes me feel good sir!” You closed your eyes in fear of what his reaction would be to your honesty.

“Good huh?” He paused for a few seconds to let your answer sink in. “Didn’t think my girlfriend was such an attention-seeking whore."

The grip around your neck tightens and your arms wrap around and come up Yunho’s back and grip onto the shirt he’s wearing. You tilt your head back and let out a choked moan. The sensation of him squeezing your airways shut was so intoxicating and you genuinely could never get enough of it. The thought of Yunho being in control of your breathing drove you insane. His grip around your neck loosens, and you take a deep breath. Eyes opening up to see Yunho smirking menacingly at you. You don’t break eye contact for a few seconds until Yunho looks back over at San and sees what a mess he’s becoming. Yunho chuckles softly and turns your head for you to look at him.

“What a mess he’s becoming, and it’s all because of you. Isn’t that so special~?” You can’t help but notice San is now rutting his hips into his hand, trying to provide some stimulation in his situation. His lip appears red and swollen because of how hard he’s been biting it this whole time. His face is lightly covered in sweat and he’s breathing heavily.

“Fuck…d-don’t look at me like that Y/N, p-please.” He mutters out, his eyes focused on you staring at him in his desperate state. His eye twitches, and he pants out as he continues to push his hips into his hand.

“S-San.” You calling out his name caused him to whimper softly and lean forward a bit to try to get closer to what he was seeing in front of him. Seeing him act like this sent a wave of heat down to your core. You never knew he was this down bad for you.

“He so desperately wants to cum. Do you think we should let him?”

“W-We?” You stutter out, surprised that Yunho is giving you an option. Looking back at San, you can see him nodding his head profusely and whispering ‘please’ a thousand times. “Yes Yunho.” You say while staring at San, and you watch as his eyes light up and he quickly unzips his pants and whips his dick out. Before you could look any harder at San’s cock, Yunho pushes you down on the bed and sits his weight on top of you. His hair falls gently over his face, and his expression gets darker.

“He can deal with himself over there, but now I have to deal with you for acting like a whore all the fucking time.” He growls through gritted teeth as he unzips his and your pants, pulls yours down along with your underwear, and does the same for him. Pinning your hands above your head and holding them together with one of his massive hands. You knew you were in for a night of trouble.

Tags: @pre1ttyies @isiloiale

[eowynstwin]

playing the quiet game

Pairing: Price x f!Reader Rating: Explicit (18+) Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: Dominant/submissive dynamics, established relationship, implied kink pre-negotiation, a LOT of fingering (f!receiving), a lil Price angst Tagging: @dilfconisuer who I teased with this a while back, and fellow Price simps @yeyinde @guyfieriii @alittleposhtoad Author’s Notes: I shit you not, the clock struck midnight January 1st and fireworks started going off in the middle of writing the orgasm. Happy new year! Enjoy the smut.

Now on AO3!

The world is soft and cozy as you come back into it, a little fuzzy from over-washing and dyed in the cool tones of early morning. You’re in that delicious place at the edge of sleep, mind swaying between dreams and reality, body languid and draped on your side across the bed. Touch is the first sense that comes back to you—a warm weight at your back, hips flush with your rear and legs bent along the contours of your own. You shift a little, to give yourself an excuse to settle against it.

“Mm,” John murmurs as he notices you stir, mouth against your neck, nuzzling you slowly with the wiry brush of his facial hair. The hum of his voice is low enough to vibrate between your shoulder blades.

“Mm?” you respond, scent returning next. The new detergent he’s using, gentle and mildly floral, and the fresh pine of the shampoo he washed his hair with last night. The ever-present smokey molasses that’s permanently seeped into his skin. You keep your eyes closed, saving sight for later, imagining that as long as you see nothing, John and the sheets you’re both wrapped up in can be the only thing that exists.

His hand rests on your ribcage, and smooths its way down your hip and thigh. It travels back up again, then retreats—rhythmic, even, fingers dipping and spreading at the curves and valleys of your body. It’s at the same tempo as your breath, which is normalizing as more of your mind picks reality to set up in. You can feel him breathing, too, chest rising and falling against your back, warm exhales fanning across the bare expanse of skin he’s claimed with his mouth and mutton chops.

Down your ribcage, along your hip, and back up. His other arm, you discover as you shift again, is propping him up, forearm wormed into the wedge of empty space between your neck and shoulder and the bed. His knee nudges the back of your thigh.

He paints another soft, prickly kiss on your neck, and rubs his chin and cheek into your jaw. You don’t hide the moan it inspires.

“Keep it down,” he whispers. His hand splays on your thigh. “Thin walls, love.”

You make another noise, lower, somewhere in your throat. His hand is warm on your bare skin, soft and sturdy as it travels along your body, not quite kneading but giving enough pressure to sink in, to meld your flesh like clay with every pass.

“John,” you murmur. “Mm. John…”

“Shh,” he breathes into your ear.

You feel his lips on your neck again, feel his hand divert from its established path to smooth across your belly. The spread of his fingers is wide enough to graze the underside of one breast, and you can’t help the little inhale of anticipation you give. At the same, even rhythm, John drags the flat of his hand down your stomach to its lowest border, and you forget to breathe at all for that little minute before, once again, his touch retreats from whence it came.

His mouth parts on your neck. The hot graze of his tongue meets your skin before the press of his teeth claims the space, and his hand travels just a little lower with the next pass.

Some part of you wonders if you should figure out what John has in mind right now, compare it to what you actually have time for. Off-duty or not, you’re still on base. But then the top of his thigh aligns flush with the back of yours; and you realize, the thought settling into the soft place in your mind between sleep and waking, that he would be doing none of this if he had cause not to. He already knows that you love waking up like this. He knows what circumstances in which he should not wake you up like this. When it comes to you, John Price remains in comfortable, considerate control—and leaves you only with the task of saying yes, please or not now, thank you. He has never asked you to figure out the right place or the right time.

You don’t have to worry about anything. John has already worried about it for you. Your head feels light, airy; you’d think you were slipping back into sleep, if it didn’t suddenly feel like your skin was electrified. It’s a feeling that always comes with letting go and letting him be in charge.

“John,” you murmur again, the breath in your lungs escaping, the sigh mimicking the same one he always draws from you when you finally surrender.

The seal over your skin he has with his lips and teeth gives a sharp pull. “Someday I’ll figure out how to keep you quiet,” he says, low and amused as he disconnects.

The smile that rests against your skin sends sparks dancing across your scalp.

“Don’t stop,” you say, the quiet tone of your voice laced with a yearning you can’t conceal. “Please, John…”

His palm crests the jut of your hip and glides back inward, downward, fingertips skimming the crease of your thighs. The nerves there jump to meet him, buzzing suddenly with too much energy for your still half-asleep mind to moderate. He seals his mouth over a new spot on your neck, dragging the flat of his tongue, blistering hot, along your skin.

“You’re going to leave marks,” you breathe.

“The gear covers them up,” he murmurs, his voice a velvety purr. “Be good for me, love.”

Euphoria blooms hot across your face. “Yes, John.”

He growls a little, pleased with you, and his fingers dip into your panties and between your folds.

The jerk your leg gives is involuntary. John curls his leg further inward to meet it, to keep it pushed upward, as the heat of his broad hand cups your sex. You feel the tip of one finger trace along your perineum, and a whimper makes its way out of your throat before his other hand wraps around your jaw, tilts your head backward. His mouth finds your ear, the stubble pricking at delicate cartilage.

“Not going to tell you again,” he murmurs, just a little bit of the Captain leaking into his tone. “Quiet down. Aye?”

A shiver races down your spine, makes a home in your sacrum. You nod, as much as you can in his grip. You understand the shape of his control, the intention of it; he’s not looking for a verbal affirmation, and to give one would incur consequences. You’re not opposed to his consequences—often, they’re as sweet as his rewards. But right now you want to bask in this submission, want to earn what he’s already set on giving you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, tracing your lips with his index finger. His other hand kneads your pussy, that same up-and-down motion that he woke you up with, and his mouth returns to your neck, teeth sinking into another sliver of unmarked skin.

You settle into him, push your pelvis forward just a little, hoping he sees it for the offer it is rather than the demand it could be mistaken for. He chuckles against you, and teases one finger between your labia, brushes your entrance before flicking upward to surprise your clit. It makes your leg jerk again, and John only takes the opportunity to wrap around you more tightly. You feel him then, against your ass, in the cleft of it—he’s hard as iron, and ramrod-erect.

You suck your lips between your teeth, swallow, exhale a shaky breath from your nose. Pleasure radiates from the tips of his fingers, from the flex of his palm, as he traces the outlines of your sex at a pace too leisurely for early-morning sensitivity to handle. But you won’t make a sound. You’re going to be good for him. The ache between your legs begins to throb, and John must feel it, because finally he presses the pads of two fingers against your clit.

Your hips jerk against him. Sound almost makes it out of you. A gasp, a sharp inhale, but you swallow it down, and John smiles against you. He releases his teeth from you, presses a soft kiss beneath your ear, and takes up the same rhythm he’s been maintaining this whole time, a slow, steady caress that you want to whine at. His hand slides down to your throat, dwarfing the breadth of your neck—not squeezing, but monitoring. He’ll be able to feel any noise you make.

“I didn’t say you had to be silent, love,” he murmurs, fingers sliding down from your clit to swirl around your entrance—and squelching loud enough to let you both know that you’re drenched. “You just need to remember who that noise belongs to.”

You gasp when he slides a thick finger into you with not a moment of warning. “You—ah—you have to be specific, John,” you whisper, hyper-aware of your walls fluttering around him as he languidly pumps in and out of you. “I can’t be good for you if I don’t know the rules—ohh.”

He pushes in to the knuckle, curls his finger against the spot that has black spots dancing across your vision. Before they can blend together, overtake you, he withdraws, pulls out to circle your clit again, and you only wonder for a moment if this is the new rhythm before he gives the bundle a hard tap before pushing back in again.

“You’re right,” he murmurs, mouth open on your jaw, slipping a second finger into you. You have to clench your teeth to keep your mewl from becoming a moan. “And I did just wake you up, didn’t I?”

The stretch, the burn of new fullness, steals your ability to respond. The slow thrust of his hand picks up just a little, as if he wants to make it even harder for you to reply, but you’re determined. “Mm, John,” you breathe, “Let me be good for you.”

He goes still for a moment, fingers halting inside you, body tense as a drawn bowstring, and then his hand suddenly tightens around your neck—not cutting off your air, but utterly possessive, and he hooks his knee under yours to spread your thigh outward. Immediately he’s pistoning his fingers into you alarmingly quickly, and you only remember to stifle yourself at the last moment, turning a surprised shriek into a series of quick, high-pitched mewls. He thrusts against you, grinds his cock against your ass.

“You’re always good for me,” he growls into your ear, shoving in to the knuckle, flicking wildly against your g-spot. “Even when you’re not. I don’t fuckin’ deserve you, love, not a single thing you do for me.”

You want to refute him—want to tell him everything you give him is just a return on what he’s given you. But you can’t, and the only reason you can’t is that he’s fucking the breath out of your lungs with nothing but his goddamn fingers, meanwhile his cock tucked against your ass is so hard you can practically feel the throb of blood running through it.

And anyway, he doesn’t want you to tell him. This is no morning confessional, no whispered prayer to absolve his greed for you. He isn’t saying this because he thinks he’s taking advantage of you—it’s just the naked truth of what John believes, laid bare as if in offering. It’s the best way he knows how to tell you he adores you.

He’s explained all of this. You’ve told him he needs therapy. He’s laughed, and he’s agreed.

“Just don’t stop taking any of it,” you whisper, turning your head, finally opening your eyes to see his face, to drink in the muss of warm brown hair and the fray of uncombed beard. A gentle blue gaze, incongruous with the furor of his hand between your legs, meets yours. “Just don’t stop taking me.”

Dark brows draw together, etching a crease into his forehead. That blue becomes electric. “Never,” he growls, and takes your mouth with his.

His hand leaves your throat to join the other, and a third finger enters you as he resumes the massage on your clit that he’d left off. His tongue sweeps along the ridge of your teeth, probes inward to dance along your own, and at the same time he spreads his fingers inside of you, stretching you so far that you don’t think there isn’t a place in you that he isn’t touching. You think he’s filled your entire body with just his fingers, because there isn’t room in you anymore for your lungs to expand beyond shallow, whining breath. Your legs are shaking of their own accord, muscles twitching every time his fingers brush just the right spot on your clit, and you know he’s realized what he’s found when the flicker of his touch does not leave that spot.

You moan, low and breathy, keeping the sound in the back of your throat. You feel nothing but John, know nothing but the warmth of his arms caging you against his body, the searing burn of his fingers stretching you almost as wide as his cock can. His body is moving with yours, his hips pressing yours forward, shoving you farther into his hands and onto his fingers. The sheets are a mess of wrinkles around your moving bodies, and you finally remember your own arms, your own hands as they’re gripping the fabric without your input.

When your touch finds his forearms, when your nails dig into the broad muscle of them, you feel it coming fast. It’s fluttering around his fingers, pulling tight against the muscles in your thighs. Foreshocks have your body undulating against his, and you know, when his fingers thrust deep and stay there, that he can feel it coming, too.

“That’s it love,” he growls into your lips, kissing you between words. Three fingers curl into you, and you wonder if your body can break apart from the pleasure of their simple pressure behind your clit. “You’re being fucking perfect—I can feel it, fuck—come on, you’ve more than earned it, come for me—”

And all it takes for you then is his words, the rasp of his breath against your mouth, for ecstasy to explode in you from the tips of his fingers, pleasure bursting outward in a shockwave that wracks your entire body. Your breath comes short and quick as it takes you, and you whimper John’s name until he kisses you again, saving you from having to control your own volume as you lose control over everything else. He keeps fucking you as you shudder against his body, keeps up the frantic pace of his thrusting hand and the vice-like pressure he has around your clit, sending aftershocks across your body that keep you shaking and near-sobbing against his mouth. He does not let you get away from it, does not let you escape his hands, and does not stop until you go limp and boneless in his arms.

You come back to yourself, eons later, still breathing hard, panting in sync with John. His hold on you has slackened, arms still around you but loose enough that it’s easy—if not prompt, as it still feels like your muscles are jelly—to turn over to face him. He’s gazing at you, as if he wants to drink you in with his eyes alone, and that gaze is heavy-lidded and content. Neither of his hands have gone southward, searching for his cock or his own release. This is not unusual. He’s told you before that he knows he’ll get his eventually. And you know by now, too, that sometimes John finds more satisfaction in your orgasm than his own.

Every sense has come back to you now. His facial hair is softer than it looks, as you cup the side of his face, and the smell of detergent and shampoo is mingled now with the humid weight of the perspiration you two have worked up. The taste of him—you realized belatedly that he must have gotten up and brushed his teeth before this, because it’s lightly minty—is still on your tongue. His breath is heavy, but even and quieter than yours, obscured somewhat by your own pulse thrumming loud in your ears.

But the best experience is the sight of him—painted in the warming tones of a day starting to get on, t-shirt tight across his chest, skin a little flushed and shimmery with moisture. He smiles at you, blue eyes liquid with open affection, as you stroke his mustache. He’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“I can’t believe you did that with your fucking fingers,” you laugh.

The smile spreads, creasing at the corners of his eyes. “I’m glad you let me.”

It’s a softness that he always expresses after he’s done anything to you. Whatever he thinks he deserves from you, he never hides his gratitude for what you give him.

When you lean in to kiss him, he meets you halfway. It’s a kiss that he lingers in, lips moving softly against yours as one hand comes to rest lightly on the back of your neck. Your elbows don’t want to prop you up for much longer, though, and you have to break away to lay your head back down.

“Good morning, John,” you say, smiling softly.

He shifts, moves closer, eyes tender as they remain settled on you. “Good morning, love.”

[the-dc-trash]

“Earned It.”

summary : to which (Name) revealed she never really enjoyed oral until Jason changed her mind.

tags : NSFW, AFAB reader, oral (f!receiving), squirting, 18+ content, minors dni

note: this is my first time writing smut 😭

part ii

Jason Todd freezed at the revelation of what his bestfriend, (Name) said. It was something normal that’s for sure, but for her? She always bragged about her sex life, how she managed to pull everyone just by batting her eyelashes, to think that she—

“Never enjoyed receiving oral?” Jason has to ask her, if he heard her correctly. (Name) smiled sheepishly at that with a half shrugged as they continue to play a game of chess, she managed to get Jason’s pawn to which he grumbled because he got distracted. “It’s boring and they always get bored down there, so I just… y’know, never enjoyed them.”

He watched her carefully and down to the chessboard, that can’t be right, he thought, as someone as beautiful as her, they deserve to be worshipped in any way. She noticed this of course, how his brows furrowed and lips curled down to a frown— and she definitely knew what was going on his mind right now.

“So, how about we—“

“Jason.”

—

(Name) has her fingers clutching on Jason’s hair, she was pressed up to his couch, her legs resting on his broad shoulders and his big hands rested on her bare waist, occasionally drawing circles with his thumb on her soft skin and (Name) could only moan when his lips began to work on her.

Jason absolutely loved how her wet cunt tasted on his tongue, the way she pushed her hips up to his lips, loving how he licked her slit and sucked on her clit like it was his favorite dessert that he’ll never get sick off, he could do this for hours and he’ll thank (Name) for it, for letting him taste her for his own pleasure.

He traced his name with his tongue on her pussy, as if he’s claiming it for his own to eat, to fuck and to use. It’s his and he’s been waiting for so long to have (Name)’s body against his, he always wondered how soft she is and how she looks like under him, and it was such a pretty sight to see her like this, drunk on the feeling he’s giving her. Jason closed his eyes, his hands moving upward to grope her breast and marveled how they fit perfectly on his palm, his thumb running over her nipples and Jason felt them perked up that made him moaned in satisfaction.

“Jason.” She mewled, arching her back and Jason quickly flickered his tongue to her sensitive clit, sucking it just like how she likes it before dipping his tongue inside her, drinking all the slick from her puffy pussy. (Name) can only whine and moan from pleasure that made Jason grind on the couch, feeling his cock harden at her sounds that he’s been pulling out of her since this first started.

She sounds so beautiful right now that he couldn’t help but to enjoy his meal, making sure everything about her was given the utmost attention. “Taste so fuckin’ good for me.” Jason groaned, his one hand now prying her one leg wider before tracing his fingers across her slit. “Such a good girl, getting all wet.” With that, he slowly pushed his thick middle and ring finger, spreading her wide open slowly that (Name) lets out a lewd moan. “O-oh— fuck, please— don’t stop, ‘s good.”

And who was Jason to deny her?

His thick fingers made sure to go to a slow pace, her warm cunt hugged them so nicely while his mouth keeps sucking on her sensitive clit, listening to her now loud moans that’s pulling him in further more to his addiction and desires he has for (Name). Deciding this isn’t enough, he plunged in deeper and curled his fingers that (Name) gasped as she felt something that made her see stars, it was unfamiliar that Jason grinned up to her, feeling a sense of pride that he found her spot.

“Ja-Jason—“

“Shh, you can take it, baby. You’re my good girl, right?” The feeling of his fingers hitting the same spot over and over again made her eyes roll back to the back of her head, nodding dumbly, her body was completely submitting to Jason. “Mhm, yeah, ‘m your good girl, f-fuck—“

“Yeah? You’re my good girl?” Jason smirked up to her, he wasn’t slowing down, he’s enjoying all her reactions, how she looks right now with her hair a mess, her skin glistening with sweat, and how her soft lips parted at the pleasure and it’s all because of him. “Y—Yes, please, Jason, I love your tongue, it feels so good— ‘m gonna…”

Jason didn’t stopped, he doesn’t want to, and he knew she was getting close from the way her thighs began to tremble, her hips desperately grinding on his lips and how her fingers tightened on his hair.

“Cum for me.”

And she did more than that, (Name) did not disappoint when she arched her back, her thighs trembling, her eyes widening when she realized what was going on and gushed out to which Jason happily slurped it all to his heart content with a grin on his lips when (Name) squirted.

“O-oh— fuck!” She tried pulling Jason away from her sensitive pussy when he keeps sucking her clit. He chuckled and pressed soft kisses of the inside of her thick thigh, occasionally leaving them marks before returning his cocky grin when (Name) was breathing out heavily, looking up at the ceiling as if she can’t believe that happened, that her best friend ate her out and enjoyed it.

“Didn’t know you were a squirter, (Name).” Jason teased that she shot him a look of disapproval, watching her slick trailed off to his lips down to his chin. Realizing she was watching, Jason wiped it off with his licking it as he keeps his eyes locked on her.

“I didn’t know I can do that.” She defended weakly, panting heavily at the sight of Jason still drunk on the feeling.

Jason laughed softly and suddenly he wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her to bend her over the couch. She was about to complain but a whined escaped her lips when she felt his cock lining up to her entrance, it feels like she is energized again by the thought of her best friend fucking her from behind that she arched her back and wiggled her hips for a show.

“Well, how about another round?”

And who was (Name) to deny him that?

[bleach-your-panties]

Hey there! There is not nearly enough Eijirou Kirishima in this world. So i was wondering if you could do a daddy kink kirishimax reader for me? Im a weird person but I love your other stuff! Could you tag me if you write it? Thx! 😘😘😘 (female reader btw if you dont mind.)

I know it's been a while, but if you're still active friend @cute-little-spaceboy, this is for you. I definitely need to have some more Kiri on my page, so I hope you enjoy this!

You and Kiri were lying down in his dorm bed scrolling through your phones. You were looking at nail ideas on Pinterest while he was ‘Googling’ the scores for last night’s basketball game.

Immediately upon opening the app, you conjured up an idea for what your next full set would be: black XXL French tips with red foil hearts and his initials on the ring fingers. Just in time for Valentine's Day. 

With your smaller frame outstretched across his wide back, you rested the back of your head in his nest of long, fiery red hair that was set free from his usual bandana.

It was calmly silent in his room as it was late on a Thursday night. Most of your classmates were likely asleep already, especially Bakugou, who went to bed at 8 pm on the dot every night.

Kirishima’s large thumbs maneuvered over his phone screen, tapping incessantly to reply to a dumb tweet that a fan page mentioned him in regarding one of his favorite player’s performances tonight.

“Aw, dammit! Not again!”

“What is it? What happened, babe?”

“I accidentally activated my quirk and cracked my phone screen. Again.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby daddy…I’ll get you a new one, okay?” You rubbed his shoulder soothingly while he pouted.

He sat motionless for a moment, seeming to not even be breathing as you continued massaging his large shoulders. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, thinking maybe he was actually more upset than he was letting on.

“Say that again…?”

“Huh?” Your head tilted in confusion - your limbs were practically entertwined with his while the two of you lounged; you were certain he had heard you.

“Say what - I’ll buy you a new one? You know that I will, love.”

He shook his head bashfully, crimson eyes darting between your face and his ruined screen while the hue of his cheeks began to mirror his hair.

“S-say that again? Call me ‘Daddy’ again?”

“Baby daddy?” 

Rows of reptilian teeth slyly appeared between his plump lips as he smirked subtly at your obedience.

“Good. Now take the ‘baby’, off, baby.”

Questions began flitting around in your mind. Did your sweet little airhead of a boyfriend have a daddy kink?

Now smirking to yourself, you decided to explore this new development.

“Daddy~”

Kirishima could feel his dick getting hard in his joggers now and it definitely had nothing to do with his quirk.

“A-again.”

His hands discarded his phone and dropped onto your wide hips, simultaneously leaning his weight onto you and pressing you into the soft mattress. 

Your legs came up and hooked around his hips, your sock-covered heels dug into his thick, muscular ass.

“Again, pretty. Say it again for me in that sweet voice of yours.”

He bent his head towards yours and playfully nipped your ear. At the same time, his other hand sneakily moved down south to pull at the tie of your pajama pants. Once he loosened it, he tugged them off your hips, revealing the sides of a black and hot pink thong.

His fingers dipped beneath the silky fabric and rubbed across your wet pussy lips. The friction of his rough knuckles over your trimmed pubic hair made you shiver and moan out his name.

“Ooo..that feels good, Daddy.” Your hips jerked involuntarily causing Kirishima to press you back down with his large hand on your lower belly.

“Yeah? Feels good, baby? What if I do this?”

While his heavy thumb moved to press and rub against your clit, his thick middle finger, lubricated by your wetness, slid in up to the knuckle.

Your whimpers grew louder and Kirishima nuzzled his face into your neck giving it soft, slow pecks.

“Fuck, shh shh..,” He gently shushed you, “You don’t want to wake up Bakugou. You know his room is right next door to mine.” 

Your tiny hand gripped the fabric of his black muscle tank before you sunk your nails into his beefy bicep.

“Oh, Eiji - oh, that feels so good, Daddy!”

“That’s right, baby. Keep moaning for Daddy. Are you getting close, babe?”

“Mhmm! Daddy! I'm cu-I’m cumming, Daddyyy!!” 

The contrasting motions - swirling, thrusting, rubbing - and Eijirou nipping and sucking at your neck caused all your senses to blur together, propelling your orgasm forward in the form of you squirting hard for him, pushing his fingers out.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

He held his fingers up to examine how your release had soaked them. His tongue flickered over them seductively as you sucked in enough air to re-regulate your breathing.

“That was so hot, baby. Are you okay? Do you want me to-”

A loud knock at the door halted Kirishima’s words and both your heads swiveled in its direction. Fuck, you hoped it was locked.

“Hey, Kirishima?! Are you guys okay in there? I heard L/N call out for her dad?? Did he get hurt or something?” 

The two of you froze in place upon hearing Midoriya at the door.

“Uhh…” Kirishima began, looking at you for help. 

Midoriya was so painfully innocent, he probably thought that your dad had had an accident and you were screaming, “Daddy, I’m coming!” 

“No, he’s fine, Midoriya!! I just got a call from home, my parents wanted to know if I was coming home for the weekend.”

Kirishima could hardly believe how smooth you were, and after he’d just given you a mind-numbing squirting orgasm, too.

Midoriya cheerfully accepted your explanation and when you heard his slipper-clad feet pad down the hallway, both you and Kirishima burst into giggles.

“Well, that was awkward.”

“Yeah, it was awkward, but thank goodness my dad is a pro-hero that Midoriya's written about in his book, so that scenario would make sense in his innocent mind.” You winked.

“WILL YOU EXTRAS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP.”

You both jump at the sound of your grumpy friend’s agitated booming voice through the wall.

“Oops, so much for not waking the bear.”

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fuck, this was almost 1k words

reblogs appreciated!!

[ohnogodpls]

The way you draw neuvillette and Wriothesley has me giggling and kicking my feet, they’re such little guys they make my soul start doing ribbon dances.

I do also have a question, 👀, you mentioned you mainly draw neuvi from head cannons, are there any you don’t draw but enjoy a lot just in your mind?

Hola :3 thank you for the kind words and I am happy to see you like my little guys doing their little guys things

I let this sit for some days to think about headcanons, since I can't think of many. I mostly just get scenarios into my head at like 1am, write them down and doodle them in the evening as a relaxation so it's not like a very thought through thing. But I managed to write down some.

Appearance wise:

First of all, I sort of completely disregard canon details. It's not because I don't like them, but because I draw quick, have no patience, and after drawing a character onec or twice I get their general idea into my head and from there on only draw them from memory. I find it helpful since it is not only quick and comfortable, but allows my sketchy drawings to avoid overcluttering with details. As long as the general shape and colour palette are close to the original - I am happy. Second, I like the idea of some draconic features on Neuv. Sharp teeth, longer sharper tongue, eye pupil delation when he is happy or excited to see something (same for zhongli) and I think it would be cute if his horns would glow when he is pleased, happy or at peace. That's why if you sleep next to him and can't fall asleep because of the light - shh don't wake him up - he is having a sweet dream. Third: he likes to dress up. I need to think of some outfits I could draw him in. In game he often points out that he stands out and causes confusion when he walks around, his status and looks intimidate people into thinking he is there on official business by default. That's why I think over the centuries he acquired an interest in fashion and has a lot of outfits he puts on for more casual outings in that little free time he has.

Personality wise I can't say much. I am like always scared of going too ooc, because I genuinely love the way he is presented in canon, so all I do is more of an addition to it rather than substitute... But I think he would like plants. He would feed them the finest water and enjoy watching them bloom. Plus, Sumeru is right there so perhaps he finds himself fascinated by plants growing there and has a few saplings.

And on a slightly NSFW note: wriolette in my head are switches. I always tag it with wriolette only but I also never draw explicit stuff, but I think they love each other in ways where there is no dynamic of one overpowering another: they tend to each other's comfort and pleasure and happiness in equal matter.

Yeah I don't have much but hopefully this was a nice (slightly long) read. o7 thank you for the question, it was fun to think about

[marchsfreakshow]

Sorry 'Bout It~! [Michael De Santa]

fluff / teasing smut // just a drabble

Being Michael's constant affair partner was a situation. Especially when you were friends with his children before-hand.

Take it. Another Michael fic because I have old man Mikey brainrot. He's invaded me with this song.

Now a wedding present for my friend @danzinmfndaze! I love you lotta daze and I hope you enjoy this when you get a chance<3

No one's perspective

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1am.

The most silent yet noisest time of night.

Amanda, somewhere in another man's house, Tracey, 'partying' at a producer's place, Jimmy, deep in his games. Michael?

With you, in his pool out the back of his mansion. In your favourite swim suit. Enjoying the warm water in the moonlight, shining stars brightining your time together. "If only Jimmy wasn't here.." a whisper escaped your lips as you glanced up at the house.

"Useless little shit..." Michael's only response to your words.

"Hey! He's a cool guy sometimes."

"Nuh uh. Shh, this isn't about Jimmy. It's about you sweetheart." His words only served as consent, for his kisses on your neck. They never went further than kisses and caresses when you were in that warmed pool of his. A noise between a chuckle and a moan left you as those kisses became bites, licks and nibbles. Small marks pressed around the skin of your neck.

"Mikey.." the little whimper left your lips, and it served as some fuel for Michael's fire.

"c'mon...it's been so long angel."

Sudden hesitation. It froze you, and as much you were in lust with the older man...there were always worries in the back of your mind. I mean, you were friends with his kids. Close friends with Tracey and the one who would just sit with Jimmy, playing Righteous Slaughter with him. "What? You worried suddenly?" He asked gently against your ear, frowning slightly.

"I...I suppose so. I'm not sure how to describe it."

"describe it best you can to me sweetheart, c'mon.." His hand rested on your thigh, softly stroking it under the warm water. That warm voice of his. It always melted you. No matter what.

It took you a moment to find a response. But you found it, eventually. "Knowing Jimmy is like...right there, and he's my best friend it's...it's breakin my heart Mikey.."

"oh baby.." A vibrating hum left your lips in response to the nickname, escaping his eye contact. His wet fingers reached up to your chin, pulling your face close. Glassy, worried eyes meeting more stronger, confident looks. Michael would be the death of you, and you both knew it. "You are the best person i've ever bought things for. I..I love my family, you know I do...but jesus I think I love you more."

"don't say that Mike.." Awkward chuckle escaping you, smiling gently as he pressed his lips to yours. Such darling kisses, always melting you. Momentarily letting you forget the other three members of the De Santa family.

"it's true.. always will be.."

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Tag: @beetleblunt

[thesafecafe]

Soft Days: Mommy May D2

CW + Disclaimer: MDNI, 18+, soft! dom Lee Know, Mommy! Minho, fem! reader, soft sex, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking (not really, just a warning), fluff for the most part, smut under the cut, enjoy!

Disclaimer:  I do not believe the members of Stray Kids would act in this way in real life, nor is this a representation or guide of their real life personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 610

The weekends were your favorite part of the week. It meant you got to spend time with your boyfriend, Minho. You’d wrap yourselves up in each other’s presence in the only time when you both weren’t busy between work and classes. The warm afternoons that you’d spend in his arms were your favorite. You could expect some of the most relaxing moments you’d get all week when you were with him. You would watch movies, order in, maybe play card games, all while decompressing and talking about anything you could think about. But your favorite days were days like today.

Days like today, when music you recommended would spill from the speakers in his apartment, loud enough to be heard in each room, but not enough to cause a noise complaint from the neighbors. Days like this, when the sunny afternoons left you feeling tired and worn out, and Minho would pick up on your mood. Days like this when he knew exactly what you needed to make you forget about your day, taking up your thoughts and senses as he made love to you in whatever room you wanted. Days where he knew you needed to be taken care of too. Like today.

“Just lay back and look pretty.” Those were his only instructions. And so far, you were the prettiest you could be to Minho. Laying under him, moaning so sweetly as he gave you his all. “That’s it baby, let yourself go. Let mommy make you feel good.” He leaned down to kiss your neck, a soft sigh of his own reaching your ears as he felt your walls flutter and spasm around his length. He latched onto your neck, leaving a dark trail of bites and markings along your throat. His hands gripped onto your thighs, squeezing them every so often. His hips rolled against yours, allowing you to feel all of him, as deeply as you could.

“Look how well you fit around me. So perfect, my gorgeous fucking girl.” Minho increased his speed, not by much, but just enough to bring you over the edge once more. Your eyes rolled back, and you called his name as your walls contracted around him. “Minho please-” You were cut off by the feeling of Minho’s hand sliding around your neck. Not squeezing, just there. A warning. "Mommy, mommy please, I'm sorry." You whimpered as he kept going, the pleasant sting of overstimulation starting to come over you. “That’s much better sweetheart. But it seems we’ll have to give you two more now, instead of one. We can’t have you so stressed you’re forgetting mommy’s name, now can we?” He purposely drove his hips harder when he spoke the sweet words, grinning when you cried out at his antics.

“Shh, you know mommy will always take care of you.” Pulling one hand away from your thighs, he caressed your face for a moment. You loved when he looked at you this way, a mixture of adoration and lust, all for you. You were his everything and it reflected in the way he looked at you like the most precious thing in the world. You could feel the knot in your stomach building once again, and Minho knew you were close. But you were holding back, waiting for his permission. Always so selfless. He leaned down, whispering to you gently. "Cum for me baby, you don't have to wait for me."

Yes, soft days like this were your favorite. When he'd gently ruin you over and over again, pleasuring you until you would forget your worries. When you would come undone in the arms of your doting lover.

Tag(s): @minhyuuk , @brownsugarbaybee​, @hee0soo​, @legbouk​, @mommyhwa​, @singularity777

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[kalevalakryze]

Free-Z

Relationships: Rose MacLean/Lee Moldaver, Lee Moldaver & Lucy MacLean & Norm MacLean, Rose MacLean & Lucy MacLean & Norm MacLean Characters: Lee Moldaver, Rose MacLean, Lucy Maclean, Norm MacLean, Maximus Tags: Soft, No Hurt, Fix It, Self-Indulgent As Hell Notes: I HAVE TO FIND AN ANGLE AND I NEED TO DEVOTE MY LIFE TO THIS NOW!!! anyways, enjoy a snippet I could not get out of my war-torn mind as I struggled through a mental breakdown as a player for over almost sixteen??? years. These games are everything to me. you're my world, fallout. Summary: “We’re gonna scare mom!” The girl whispered, small body shaking in her excitement as she pointed through the stalks towards the shadow of a blue suit passing through the thin paths. The two were so immersed in their plans that they didn’t hear the feather-light steps pushing through the stalks around them, blind to the adult that crouched over them until it was too late. “I think you should jump out at her now.” Moldaver suggested, contradicting herself in wrapping her arms tight around both kids, laughter bubbling past her lips at their delighted screams.

“Lucy! Norm!” Rose’s voice rang through the clear afternoon, warm as the sun shining high over their heads. 

“Shh! Shh!” Lucy crouched in the dirt, fingers pressing into the soil beneath her as Norm huddled close to her side. “Why are we hiding?” He questioned all too loudly. 

“We’re gonna scare mom!” The girl whispered, small body shaking in her excitement as she pointed through the stalks towards the shadow of a blue suit passing through the thin paths. 

The two were so immersed in their plans that they didn’t hear the feather-light steps pushing through the stalks around them, blind to the adult that crouched over them until it was too late. “I think you should jump out at her now.” Moldaver suggested, contradicting herself in wrapping her arms tight around both kids, laughter bubbling past her lips at their delighted screams. 

Norm tucked himself into Lee’s arm, small hands fisting into the sun-warmed fabric of her shirt as his weight was settled against her hip. “Oh no! Did I ruin your surprise?” Her bottom lip pouted out in a weak apology even as Rose parted her way through the stalks of corn. 

“A surprise for me? Or did you ruin their surprise?” Rose bent easily as Lucy dove into her arms, mirroring Lee with her daughter on her hip. 

“Rose!” Lee hissed, chest rumbling with warm laughter as she crossed the distance between the two, brushing her free hand against the vault dweller's bicep. 

Smacking her lips, the woman shook her head slowly. “Alright, alright … Well if it isn’t a secret anymore…?” Soft eyes turned to look at Moldaver, ending any resolve that could have ever existed with the rays of the warmest puppy dog face- soon mirrored by the ‘mini-rose’s’ all around her.

“Well. I’m outnumbered-” Moldaver shook her head, stepping ahead to part the stalks and keep them held back so they could step through, hefting the toddler higher on her hip, Lee took the hand outstretched to her with linked fingers and led the way. 

Settlers moved all around the city around them, kids ran past with different toys and vendors called out their wares. Leaning almost out of her mother’s grasp, Lucy’s hands curiously raised towards the floating bubbles, blown all around by a small group of kids that had taken up a corner of pavement with various colors of chalk. 

“So what’s our surprise?” Lucy started, lolling her head back against Rose’s shoulder to blink innocently up at her. 

“Well... Lee here was the one to put it together. Do you want to tell them?” Shaking her head, the older woman shifted the quiet boy on her hip. “No, love, you go ahead.”

“Ice. Pops.” The words were spoken in an excited whisper; frozens sticks of juice with no radiation, a perfect treat for the hot summer day. Lee was able to count exactly how long it took for Lucy to notice, how fast those vibrant eyes widened, brown hair swishing like a halo around her head as she turned to stare dumbfoundedly at the other woman. 

The two women shared a knowing look between each other as the kids catapulted into a conversation with each other, words flying faster than anyone could ever truly be expected to understand. 

“Hey, Maximus!” Lee greeted as they approached the carefully hidden chests that held their prizes. “Glad your dad caught you in time. Your friends coming?” Honeyed eyes flickered to the pack of kids the boy would always hang out with as she lowered Norm to the ground, hand resting on his messy mop of hair as he vibrated beneath her. 

“Yeah! Come on guys!” Max shouted, waving over all the kids; Before they knew it, Rose and Lee were cutting the tops of treats from the plastic and handing them to various kids, and the sheepish adult who found the courage to make their way into the lines as well. 

As the sun began its descent to the horizon, the kids of Shady Sands were covered in the sticky high fructose juice of their treats. Lee sat with her back pressed into Rose’s side against a bench overlooking the sunset, Lucy sitting almost uncomfortably against her stomach as she licked the evidence of the bright blue ice pop from her fingers. 

Seeming to just remember herself; the small child reached sticker fingers to poke against Lee’s face. “I almost forgot! Thank you! ” The way the child’s body dropped into Lee’s in a violent form of a hug was almost enough to say otherwise, but she still chuckled warmly and brushed her fingers through the girls hair. 

“Hey, anything for my girls, and you too, Norm-” 

A smaller sticky hand pressed against her forehead, plastering the artificial smell of coconut to her head. “Th’nks-” Norm grumbled, muted by his mother’s shoulder where he dozed. The sleepiness seemed to run through the entire family in a quick wave, soon enough the ball of energy pressed into her had faded into a quiet snoring, drool staining the shoulder of her shirt and creating a smooth symphony with the sounds of night and the sleep-babbling of her younger brother.

“Should probably get the kids to bed soon,” Rose managed through a yawn, stretching an arm up over her head as she leaned further back into the bench. “ You promised me a treat later too, you know,” The woman’s eyes flickered towards Lee’s lips as she spoke, already shifting to rise from the bench as she seemed propelled by an earlier promise. 

“Alright, Blue. Lets get you your desert,” Moldaver rumbled warmly, cradling Lucy’s sleeping form to her chest as Rose tucked into her side, Norm cradled protectively against her hip once again as they strolled through calm streets back to their home.

[transcendence-au]

9th Annual TAUathon!

Guess what everyone? It’s that time of year again:

We are holding another Transcendence AU ficathon!!!

(I know we didn’t have one last year shh)

Just like last time, any type of content is accepted! Fic? Heck yeah! Art? Just mess me up. Music? Please. It’s been so long. A full feature animated film? That’s very ambitious, but hey we have two whole months so mess us up!

Here’s how it’s going to work!

1. Prompts and Sign Ups!

From now on, we will be taking prompts and sign ups! You can do both by going to this spreadsheet here and submitting a prompt/signing up for a prompt. We recommend doing this as soon as possible, as the sooner you put your prompt in the more time someone has to work on it. In addition, everything under the fic open season and art open season tag is fair game as well!

2. Posting!

Once you have taken a prompt, please have it done by October 5th (the anniversary of the TAU blog)! That’s a whole two months from this post being made. In order to make this a big fun day full of fic and art (like Yuletide on AO3), if you’re done with your entry before the 5th, please schedule your post to go online on October 5th.

3. Questions!

Can we submit our fic/art for the thon to you?

Absolutely! Just let us know it’s for the TAUathon so we can schedule it for the right day!

Do we need to use any special tags if we post on our own blogs?

On Tumblr? Just the usual “transcendence au” and we’ll see it from there.

On AO3? Here’s some advice on how to tag TAU fics on AO3!

Are you going to call Mizar on us if we don’t finish our prompt on time?

Nope. While we encourage everyone who picks up a draft to finish it, we aren’t going to chase you around with the cult basher. Don’t get discouraged if you can’t finish your prompt in time – we still would love to see your content whenever it is ready.

You won’t even get banished eternally to the corner. That’s reserved for people who make super angsty stuff.

I want to participate but I don’t feel like doing any of the prompts? Can I just write/draw my own thing anyway?

ABSOLUTELY! We’re happy with however you choose to participate!

Did you seriously just copy and paste the whole post from the first ficathon?

No, I actually edited the post from the last ficathon. Nyeh!

We hope you enjoy and HAVE FUN! And again the prompt spreadsheet can be found here.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross- Checked ~ Chapter Eleven

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Eleven ~ What A Wonderful World ~ Leia/Andy

Leia 

Week 20 

A week after what I am calling the most embarrassing day of my life, I woke up for the first time not in tears. As I laid in my bed, I thought about how my life had changed again. I thought it was starting to change, that it was getting better. Jeremy changed that. He broke that trust that I was finally getting back from Bret. I sighed as I rubbed my ever growing belly. “It's just you and me, kid, and well Andy I guess.” But I stopped and looked at my belly. “Andy,” I whispered, and it happened again.  “Andy!” I yelled.  

A door swinging open and rushed footsteps before my door burst open to see Andy in my door way, breathing heavily. “Princess, are you ok?” 

I smiled brightly.  “I’m great!” 

Andy scowls at me, coming to sit down next to me. “Leighton, you can’t just yell my name like that...” he stops as I grab his hand and place it on the side of my belly. “Leia...” 

“Shh... Andy,” I said. And the push on my belly and into Andy’s palm made him raise his brows.  

“Is that...” 

“Hi baby, its Mama and Papa Andy.” I stroked my belly, but baby gives another kick for us.  

“That’s amazing, Leia.” Andy looks up at me and it’s the first time I realize how close together we are. His face was in his trademark smile as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. God, his lips are right there, looking soft and plumb. I bet his beard is soft. I feel myself getting closer to him but then my phone rings. Andy falls back a little as I reach for my phone.  

“Hello?” 

“Hello, this is Dr. Sheppard’s office confirming your appointment and ultrasound for a week from today.”  

“Oh right, yes, thank you.”  

“Don’t forget to drink plenty of water.  See you next week.” She hung up and I looked at Andy.  

“Doctor’s appointment,” I whispered. I can feel my face burning and I look down, but Andy lifts my chin. I look into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, and he kisses my cheek. 

“Right, it's on my phone. Right after practice.” He smiles ruefully. “Umm, how about I make some breakfast and then we can go shopping?” He cups my cheek. 

I smile, enjoying the warmth of his hand. “Sounds good.”  

After breakfast, I go to pull my coat on and button but the jacket won’t close. “C’mon,” I whine as I pulled and tug to close it.  

“Princess, I think that jacket is a lost cause,” Andy says as he walks down the stairs.  

“No, this is my warmest coat. Its freezing today.” I want to stamp my foot down like a petulant five year old but manage to hold it in.  

Andy chuckles. “Here,” he hands me his own brown peacoat. I look at him and he smiles, taking the jacket and helping me into it. “We’ll get you a new one today.” 

“I look like a child wearing her big brothers clothes for dress up,” I pout.  

“You look beautiful as always, Princess.  C’mon.”  He took me by the hand and out the door we go. As he started to drive, Andy asked, “so the appointment is on Christmas Eve?” 

“Yeah, it was the only time they had. I thought it would be something to look forward to since...” I fiddled with the buttons. I didn’t want to admit that I was avoiding Christmas with my mom.  Luke was going to Miranda’s family and mom had a new boyfriend. These were the days I missed my dad the most.  

I think Andy could tell I was avoiding talking about Christmas. “I was thinking, maybe we should get a last minute tree for the house. I mean, we weren’t talking for most of the month, and we didn’t talk about decorating but since my folks are away for the holidays and Luke’s gone, maybe we make the most just the two of us.”  

My eyes began to water. “You want to spend Christmas with me?” 

“Of course I do. Leia, I would never abandon you like that. Even if you were mad at me, I would still be here just so you knew you weren’t alone.” He took my hand and squeezed it three times. Like that song I loved so much.   

“Andy,” my lips wobble hard. Even when he was mad at me, he still cared for me.  He turned to look at me. 

“Oh fuck, hang on”. He pulled over really quick as my tears spilled over. He got out and opened my door. “Leia,” he wrapped his arms around me. “What’s wrong, love?” 

“You’re being so sweet to me when I was such a bitch and choosing that asshole over you.  I don’t deserve you,” I wail as I lean into him. “I’m so sorry Andy, I didn’t mean it.”  

“Oh honey, its ok. We fixed it and we’re ok.” He kept running his finger through my hair to sooth me and rocked me a little. “You are my Princess. I forgave you the moment you walked back into our house.”  

We sat there for a moment while I calmed down. As my breathing evened out, Andy pulled back a little. “Ready to see the shops?” I nodded and Andy kissed my forehead and then walked back to the driver's side and took off again.  

“What did you want to shop for?” I asked as I fiddled with the end of my braid.  

“Well, since this is baby’s first Christmas, I thought we could start setting up your registry. At least for basic stuff.  The guys have been asking what they can get you. Jonesy and Ullmark are all for getting baby skates.” Andy chuckled. “And Smith and Fitzy were wanting Baby to have each one of our jerseys.” 

“That is a lot of jerseys.” I giggled. “But I don’t know what the baby is yet.”  

“I know Princess, but we can at least pick out the big stuff like a stroller and car seat. Some tiny Bruins shirts for them to wear.”  

I could see the gleam in his eye. “I am not painting the room black and yellow, Andrew.” 

“C’mon, just like a large Bruins logo on one wall.” He couldn’t even keep a straight face as he said it. I giggle at his stupid idea. I shook my head as he pulled into the store parking lot.  “Fine, tell me what would be the dream.” 

“The dream would be baby animals. In soft pastel colors; it would be good for either a boy or a girl. And the room would have white furniture and a rocking chair so I can sing them to sleep. And a little cloud lamp so it would glow softly in the middle of the night.” I smiled as I looked out the window. “It would be perfect, me and you taking turns to care for the little cub.” I looked back at Andy who had a look I didn’t understand. “What?” 

He shook his head and smiled. “It sounds perfect Princess.”  

We got out and got set up with a registry list and picked out the stuff I knew I needed. I even let Andy pick out the tiniest pair of skates I have ever seen to go with the Bruins onesie that read “future all-star.” 

It had been the best day I’ve had in weeks.  

Andy 

Week 21 

We were waiting for Dr. Sheppard to come in after the nurse had taken some of Leia’s blood. “I’ve been thinking about names”, Leia states as she plays with the string of her hoodie. Well, my hoodie. She had started to wear my hoodies because they are, and I quote ‘the softest on her skin and she didn’t want to be uncomfortable.’ I’ve lost five hoodies to her in three days. 

“Yeah, what are you thinking?” 

“Well, I was thinking of some gender neutral names, you know, since I don’t know what I’m having.”  

“Ok.” I looked at her curiously.  “You’re not gonna name the kid ‘Square’ or ‘Hashtag’ are you? Ouch!” I rubbed my arm as she backhanded me. “I was joking, Princess.”  

“Be nice to your baby, Andy.” She rubbed her belly, and I covered her hand. I felt a faint kick. “See, they are not happy with you.” She looked up at me adoringly and I had to stop myself. We had that moment a week ago when we felt the baby move... and did she just refer to the baby to being mine?? 

“So, I was thinking of a few name,” Leia kept talking.  I don’t even think she realized what she had said to me.  “The neutral names I have are: Avery, James. Bailey, Cameron, Frankie. Luke offered Luke Jr. I snorted at that one. For a girl I did have Nora.”  

I mull over the names for a minute. I keep matching the names to Barber. I know that this kid will be born an Andrews but fuck if I didn’t want them to take my name. “Maybe you will have to wait until the kid comes out.” 

“I hope not. I want to call our baby something other than cub. They have to have a name Andy.”  

She did it again. Our baby. I should stop her from doing that.  I go to open my mouth when Dr. Sheppard walks in.  “Morning Leia and Andy. Thanks for coming in on the holiday.”  

“It’s no problem,” Leia responded with a big smile. “We got to feel them kick this week.”  

“Good. That’s excellent news.  Well,” she types into the computer. “Everything is looking good except for the elevated blood pressure. Stressed lately?” 

Leia chews her lips, so I step in. “I’m being a pain in the ass Doc. Had a stretch of games that were brutal.  But she already put me in my place.”  

Dr. Sheppard smiles. “I get it. But I want to avoid any complications. Rest as much as you can Leia and Andy, stop being a jackass.”  

Leia giggles as I smirk.  “No promises Doc. We hockey players are temperamental.” I chuckled.  “But seriously, I understand. I’ll do better.  Anything else we should be worried about?” 

“Not necessarily worried, just taking notes. I’ll give you a guide to the do’s and don’ts to help with the blood pressure. And I’m sure you read, Leia, that your libido will increase.” What the fuck! “It's perfectly normal and safe for the baby to engage in sexual intercourse. It could also help with keeping you calm. Just watch the weight on top of you.” She turns back to the computer as I look at Leia.  She is twelve shades of pink and I know it's something she hadn’t wanted to share with me earlier. I try to keep calm at the idea of “helping” Leia. My own blood pressure was about to spike 

“Ok, so who is ready to see baby?” Dr. Sheppard smiles, not understanding what she just did to us.  

“We are,” Leia says.  

“Alrighty, shirt up, pants lowered. I warmed up the gel so it should be comfortable.” Leia gets ready and she squirts some gel on Leia’s belly.  Leia grabs my hand and looks up at me.  I can see she is nervous; she wants the baby to be healthy after the drama with Swayman.  I kiss the top of her head as we wait for the doctor to give us information.  “Ok, there is baby.” She turns the screen and I’m in awe.  

“Wow,” I whispered. The fuzzy black and white screen makes everything look like a void except in the center there is clearly a head, body, arms and legs. “Princess, there is Baby.”  

A tear springs in her eyes as Dr. Sheppard flips the sound on and baby’s heartbeat echos in the room. It's an amazing sound I wish I could bottle and listen to every night. Leia’s eyes never move from the screen. “Are we wanting to know the sex?” 

“Princess?” I look at Leia.  

“Yes, please.” She looks up at me with a smile and then back on the screen. Dr. Sheppard moves the wand as she takes measurements.  “Well baby is healthy, and she is growing right on schedule.”  

“She? It's a girl?” Leia squeaks.  

“Congratulations Mom and Dad. You are having a baby girl.” 

This sensation, this tingling that I feel in my heart is something that I never thought I would have. My little girl. I can feel the tear slide down my face and Leia reached up to thumb it away. “That’s my girl,” I whisper. Leia nods as she pulls me down to hug me.  

It Christmas Eve night and we’re finishing an awesome meal of salmon, rice and veggies that Leia made. She wanted to add steak for me but with the elevated blood pressure, the doctor had recommended we stick to chicken and fish. I told her it was fine, I have to stay on a food meal plan for hockey and her diet fits right in with mine.  

“Princess, that was delicious.” I wipe my mouth and set the napkin down.  

“Thanks. I have some cake for dessert but I can’t eat it right now. So full.” She pats the belly with her daughter floating inside. My daughter.  

Ever since we came home from the doctor’s office, I haven’t let go of the idea of Leia’s baby being mine. She called her mine in the office and damn if that doesn’t feel good. “We can wait and I’ll make some tea for you and we can have it in between movies.” I moved to pick up the plates.  She began to object when I stopped her. “Nope, you cooked, I clean. That’s the deal. Now, go relax in the living room and I’ll be out in a few.”  

After washing up, I went and found Leia on the couch with a blanket over her legs. She was reading something on her phone, eyes swimming with tears. “Princess?” 

She looked up and wiped at her eyes.  “Sorry.”  

“What is it?” I sat next to her.  

“It’s nothing.” She could see that I wouldn’t take that answer. “Media post about Jeremy and how he is playing the field. There was a comment that he knocked me up and left me and I just...” 

“Hey, don’t let it get to you. The people that matter know the truth and that’s that.” I took her hand. “Don’t pay attention to that. Just concentrate on the baby.”  

She looks at me and smiles. “Thanks Andy.”  

“Movie?” I hold up the remote so I can get it started.  We watch all of her favorites, The Holiday, Love Actually. I’m about to put on Miracle on 34th Street when I hear firecrackers. I look at my watch and its midnight. "Merrcy Christmas Princess.”  

“Merry Christmas Andy.” Leia smiles. “I got you something.”  

“I got your something too.” I bend over grab the present from under the tree. “Here,” I hand her my gift and I keep the one from her.  

“You first,” she said.  I carefully unwrapped the gift. “Holy shit... this is a signed Gretzy sweater.”  I look up at Leia. “Princess... how?” 

“The last home game against Edmonton, I had to take some shots of the celebretes that were there and I just couldn’t pass up the chance.”  

“This is awesome Princess.  Thank you.” I gave her a hug and sat next to her. “Open it,” I urged her.  

She opens it and its a jewely box.  When she pinches it open she gasps.  It a necklace with a tiny crown on it.  Each point had a diamond on it. “Andy...” 

“Let me put it on.”  I took it from the box and went to put it on her. “I picked it because you’re my princess and you should always have your crown.” I fixed her hair, and she turned back to me. She is so beautiful. I finally get it when they say that a pregnant woman glows because Leia is glowing for me now. She’s always been beautiful but in this moment she is perfect. I can’t let another moment go by without telling her. 

But what happened next was not what I thought would happen. 

I stared into her beautiful eyes, closed the distance between us and kissed her. 

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[erisenyo]

If it’s not too late/you feel like it, maybe “shh, c’mere” for zukka? Because the only thing Zuko’s worse at than showing emotions (other than anger) is being comforted because of said emotions (at least in my brain haha) also ik I said this in tags but I absolutely adored your Ty Lee suki ficlet with the crystals it hugs my heart ;-; she’s protecting her friends

。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

For this prompt game!

“—and the utter gall of them to suggest—”

“Uh huh,” Sokka says, tugging Zuko by the wrist around a clump of slow-moving market shoppers.

“—like I haven’t spent months on the proposal—”

“So much time,” Sokka assures him, taking a moment in the next intersection to orient himself against Caldera’s cratered rim before pulling Zuko left.

“—to just come in and in one meeting—”

“Ridiculous,” Sokka agrees, shooting a quick, apologetic smile to the person who gives him started, half-offended look.

“—think they know more than me—”

“You researched a lot,” Sokka sympathizes, dragging Zuko clear of the line at his favorite food stall, which he's regretfully going to have to come back to later when Zuko—

“I researched—Sei Zun research—we researched—"

—isn’t at risk of popping a vein. Or starting to spit rainbow sparks in public, which would really give them away. Going incognito and relying on people’s expectations of where a Fire Lord won’t be only goes so far.

“And you did a really good job of it,” Sokka soothes, picking up the pace a little as Zuko hisses out a curl of smoke through his teeth.

“To just eel swan in—”

Sokka lets out an audible sigh of relief as he sees the sign for their destination, hand-painted and cheerful, before clearing his throat and quickly offering, “So rude."

“—and imply that I don’t care enough about—”

“Sh, c’mere,” Sokka interrupts as he pushes into the curious crowd thronging the square, Zuko spitting himself to a stop and making a low, seething noise of outrage. “Don’t be like that,” Sokka huffs, rolling his eyes and tugging on his wrist again. “C’mere.”

Zuko gives him a sideways, nettled look, clearly annoyed at being managed. “What are you—” he cuts off as he finally swings his glare up to actually take in their surroundings. Sokka can see the moment he realizes where they are, his face going suddenly slack with shock, mouth working silently a moment before he finally whispers, disbelieving, “…The baby animal adoption drive?”

“Mhm,” Sokka says, breaking free of the crowd and turning to walk backward so he can get a nice, good look at Zuko taking it all in.  

“The one we couldn’t make last year?” Zuko asks, dazed, stumbling along after Sokka.

“Mhm,” Sokka grins.

“And couldn’t make this year?”

“It rained last week,” Sokka reminds him. “They had to move it.”

“Oh,” Zuko says, with feeling, and Sokka doesn’t resist the urge to plant his feet and keep pulling, tugging him into his body so he can enjoy Zuko's closeness and also the dumbstruck look on his face.

“Yeah,” Sokka hums, dropping a light kiss onto Zuko’s lips and murmuring against his mouth, “Want to pet your feelings out?”

“Yes,” Zuko says, plowing forward through Sokka like that was all the permission he needed, face somewhere between determined and transfixed, and Sokka can't help but laugh before spinning to follow.

Sokka trails after at a more normal pace, grinning to see the tension melting out of Zuko’s body one kitten fawn and goat puppy—and inexplicably, a baby puma goat—at a time, until Zuko’s practically a boneless pile on the ground, baby animals crawling over him, head pillowed in Sokka’s lap.

“This was the best idea Aang’s ever had in his entire life,” Zuko mumbles into the side of the tiny kitten owl determinedly navigating his face.

“It was a pretty good one,” Sokka agrees, unable to do anything except smile at the sight. Spirits, he must look stupidly fond and sappy right now, but he can't seem to find it in himself to care about who might be seeing it.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this was happening,” Zuko slurs, both hands focused on giving ear scritches, and Sokka pauses on the braid he’s working into Zuko’s hair.

“It worked out, though, right?” he checks, relaxing again when Zuko lets out a deep sound of contented agreement and after a long moment adding slow, like he’s drunk,

“You have work to do.”

“Eventually,” Sokka hums, perfectly content to be where he is for now.

“Poak and Sun Chen are waiting for a reply?”

“Hawks only go so fast, and they need to rest, too, love,” Sokka shrugs, searching around a moment before plopping another kitten fawn onto Zuko's chest. “It’s nothing that can’t wait a few hours,” he assures him.

And nothing worth missing the sight of this, for, of Zuko’s small, delighted smile up at him before he turns to coo at the new creature, everything else happily forgotten.  

[masonmiamor]

Happiness all along with you - - Mason Mount x reader.

summary: mason coming back home to you, his safe place always, and surprising you just a tad bit...

request are open! feel free to send <3

this is my 4th time uploading this bc it won’t show in the tag, so i apologize 🫡

Like any other training session, Mason was exhausted and freezing, not being able to feel his legs, but getting used to it. He changed quickly after his shower, shared a laugh with Christian, Kai, and Reece, and packed his bag. When he walked out he called you but it went straight to voicemail.

Mason sighed as he got into his car, and began to turn the heater as it was now colder in England. He rubbed his hands together then turned the engine on, retrieving his phone to call you again. All he heard was ringing, your voicemail came through after, weird he thought, as he knows you always answer. He settled with leaving you a quick voicemail and then a small text, letting you know he was out of training already.

To you:

Omw home! Let me know if you need anything going to pass by to get some stuff! I love you 💙💙

All he wanted was to be home with you and his son, missing the feeling of home in your arms. Your fingers threaded through his hair, slightly scratching his scalp, knowing how it would bring him a sense of comfort. He missed his son as well, his cheeky toothy smile, his laughers, and random gibberish from times. How he would easily fall asleep on him after playing with his toys, or how he would cuddle against him.

“Shh, let’s not wake up mama!” Mason whispered as he saw you sleeping peacefully when he got home. Mateo was already awake and yawning, stretching his arms for Mason to pick him up. Mason pressed kisses along his head as Mateo snuggled close to him, the 10-month-old clearly enjoying all the love and cuddles.

He walked to the kitchen and began to heat up some water, knowing this was the exact time you drank your random cups of coffee. He sat Mateo on his high chair and shared some of his snacks: Cheeto puffs and some fruit. He snapped a quick picture and chuckled softly when he saw he held a chip in one hand and carried berries in the other. His chunky cheeks and rolls were to die for, and it was all thanks to you.

“Babe? Are you here?” you said walking in, confused when you woke up alone, you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake up a bit more. “In here! I'm with Mateo,” he chuckled when you walked in, but his heart fluttered a bit as your hair was a bit messed up, and with groggy eyes, wearing one of his black Nike shirts and tiny shorts. You cuddled against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, peppering kisses along your temple, and kissed you when you looked up. “You okay?” his voice soundly soft and a bit concerned. You nodded and yawned.

“I'm okay, just a bit tired, this whole week has been exhausting and overworked,” you groaned and stepped away, to drink some water as your throat felt dry. He followed behind you, wrapping your arms around your waist and setting his head into the crook of your neck, pressing small kisses along. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” you smiled at his words, feeling grateful to have him at your side always.

“Just hold me, I’ve barely seen you this week, me working, and you at the away game with Chelsea. Just need you to hug me,” you said and sighed as he hugged you a bit tighter, whispering a small ‘I love you’ when you giggled. “Wanna help me make dinner? Something simple so we don’t waste much time?” you offered and he nods, pressing a quick peck to your lips before pulling away.

“Was Mateo a hassle today?” he couldn't help but ask as he saw you clean his small hands with a wipe. “Not at all, just whined at times because his back teeth are finally coming in.” The both of you settled with sandwiches and fries, finally making use of the new Airfryer and panini maker. He helped set the table and gave Mateo his food, making sure it was cut into small pieces so he could eat, placing a small kiss on his head.

“Here’s your coffee,” Mason said, catching you off guard, “How’d you know I was in the mood for it?” you thanked him as he set it down gently, not wanting to burn you. “It’s 7 pm no?” he pretends to check the time, and you roll your eyes playfully. “I don’t know how you can drink and manage to sleep all night,” he points out.

“Used to it by now I guess,” you shrugged moaning in delight once the roasted coffee hits your tastebuds. “Good?” he teased, you turn to him with a chef’s kiss hand and say “It’s perfect.”

“I want to tell you something Y/n…” he says briefly after taking a couple of bites of his sandwich and patting his inner corners. Your pulse raises, not liking how his choice of words is making you feel anxious and stressed, you nod and motion for him to continue. He leans back a bit and rubs his chin, “So… we have a week off this upcoming week, Ive planned a small trip for us, and before you refuse, you may not say no,” he declares sternly.

You look at him dumbfounded, confused about where all of this is coming from. “I have to work Mason, and what about-” you speak but he cuts you off, “Mateo will come with us. It’s just the three of us… a family trip if you’ll say. Oh and about work, I’ve spoken to them already, a while ago to be exact,” you eye him suspiciously, wondering when the hell he had the courage to say this.

“It was during the promotion party you had, they said you deserved it after all the hard work you've done for them, and that you need it as it can be killing you at times,” you connect his words to what your coworker said today, “Have a good week, tell me all about once you're back!”

“Where are we going? And can I help in any way?” you finally say after trying to find the correct words, a burst of excitement igniting over your body. “No help, I have it covered baby, it's all done,” he says casually, knowing how you would insist to help with no hesitation. “We will be going to Madrid for 4 days and then 5 days in Rome,” he continued, you gasp when he reveals those exact locations.

Since the first time you met him, all you have done is talk about how those are future places you want to visit one day, how you will take him to them, and now that he will it feels surreal. A pure dream you may never want to wake up from. Mason knew you from the back of his hand and when he saw you cover your face he leaned over and lifted your chin up. “What’s wrong y/n?” his voice strained with pure anxiousness, you see his brown eyes staring into yours, feeling lost already in them,

“It’s nothing, it's just I'm taking it all in. I’m going to where I’ve most desired with the person I love most, making memories you with you is all I could ask for, now with our son as well,” you say wiping a tear that fell.

“You deserve it more than anything Y/n, everything you do for us, for me,” Mason says, kissing your knuckles, “Being there for me, our son, your family, hell, even mine! Always putting others first before yourself. You're so strong and brave always,” he persisted, finally not wasting time and kissing you, relishing the moment bringing his hand to the back of the head. You smiled, him doing the same and resting his forehead against yours. “Let's finish so we can head to bed, we leave the day after tomorrow,” you look at him wide-eyed, not expecting him to say that, or for it to be so soon.

“Mason! I haven't packed at all!”

~~~~~

You layed a bunch of outfits on the bed, mixing and matching jeans with shirts, some dresses, and shoes. Already irritated with the mess you would be picking up later. You did the same with Mateo’s clothes assembling his bag first to make sure nothing was missing like diapers and onesies, extra warm clothes due to the weather. Mason copied you and finished quickly, throwing whatever was convenient for him all in one luggage, packing his shoes carefully, his most adored possession.

After forcing him to help you, you sat, groaning about how your shoulders felt heavy and your lower back in slight pain. Mason did the favor and put Mateo to bed, making sure his monitor was working. He kissed your temple and helped you to bed, he snuggled into your chest, feeling how your fingers drew small shapes against his bare back. Mason was fairly too quiet, not his usual chatty self, “You're thinking too loud Mason… tell me what's on your mind?” you whispered still looking up at the ceiling.

“I’ve been thinking about our trip, about how you struggled to close the suitcase,” he teased and chuckled earning a playful slap on his back, “Sorry sorry, I’ll stop it was just funny how you jumped on top of it and couldn’t manage to close it,” he continued. It was silent and you thought how maybe he fell asleep, but his words took you by astonishment. “Do you want to have another baby, later on, Y/n?” he whispered, afraid of your answer or maybe that he may have overstepped.

“Why do you ask Mason?” you spoke shyly, he props himself up catching a view of the smile on your face by the moonlight, “You're a natural when it comes to Mateo. I fall in love all over again when I see you make him laugh loudly, or simply stand there with him attached to your hip… it makes me wonder if you want another baby,” he confesses. “Yes but not right now my love, we're both so busy and a baby is a lot of commitment. Once we're both ready and not with our hands full, I’ll be more than happy to try for another one,” you reply.

Your hand comes up to his jaw, your thumb tracing around his cheek seeing how he rests his head on your palm. He lays back down on you, before speaking up again, “What about a dog? Do you want a dog? Maybe a lab, german, or a golden retriever?” he suggests making you giggle, you kiss the top of his head, “Later… go to sleep we have to be up and early tomorrow,” he hums and listens.

You relish the memories of when you first met, him in Vitesse while you were there studying abroad. You were so shy and insecure, afraid you wouldn't be enough for him, or that it was too good to be true. The late-night walks, the timid hand holding, that later let up to hugs and kisses goodbye. When he met your family unplanned and unexpectedly as he came to visit you, that night confessing he loved you.

The silly photos that were taken on your polaroid, the fair dates where he would make sure to show off to earn you a prize, attending his games proudly wearing his shirts. When the move back to Chelsea was around he was so afraid to lose you as you weren't done with school yet, but not wanting to stop you from doing your dream. You remember the look on his face when you waited in his at the time apartment, revealing that you were back in England to graduate.

How you both found out you were expecting during a holiday with his family, him talking to your small bump promising to protect and love it unconditionally. How he refused to put him down once he was born, singing songs and reading books even though he couldn't probably understand at the time. Arguing with you about how his first was “dada’ instead of “mama”. The burst of joy when Mateo finally started walking, “Look at him go! I have to get him boots soon so we can practice shooting goals!”

How he stayed up late when you were sick and unwell, afraid of how you felt so ill and delicate, the small gestures of bringing you soup and making sure you took your medicine. That night while away giving you a promise ring, promising to be there through thick and think no matter what, promising to never ever hurt you or drift away, “I love you so damn much, thinking about a single day without you hurts. You’re my everything Y/n, all mine. My MJ.”

You look down at his sleeping figure, his lips slightly opened, his long full lashes touching his cheek, his freckles giving the best show. The broad arms holding you close, as he were afraid to lose you.

“I love you, Mason, so so much.”

[blacktoothcomics]

YOU CAN CLICK THE TAGS BELOW TO FIND THINGS I HAVE WRITTEN &/OR CURATED FROM OTHER USERS IN REBLOGS. 8D neet.

because i am SH*T at remembering things, here is a masterpost chat and contacts list (only mutuals can respond and reblog, safety first chickadees!) :

@blacktoothcomics -- ezra, he/they. unemployed and officially disabled. i share a town incredibly accidentally with jason mewes, like sold the man groceries during covid and had a fun little chat; certain now that kimmie's ghost has been watching over me.

@clearlyafandomblog -- rae, ezra's very strong wife. internet curation and social justice. extrovert. icon. genius. i lose all my grammar when i am around her. turned the proudest man you know into a simp. settled this bachelor. adopted this hobo. holder of ezra's lifedebt, but firstly and foremostly a loyal comrade.

@cuppa-decaf -- jeff, may or may not be pretending to be 15 again with ezra, they were well past age 21 whenever they drank together in public but it was still good anarcho fun to play chicken with the cop under the fireworks that night.

@silentlia -- silent, she/her. super groovy author, illustrator and social theorist that ezra met on roleplay repository dot com. excellent taste in wrestling theater, cultural migrant awareness, and games both video and tabletop alike.

@gracelithorizon -- the comic collaboration between ezra and silent, for free to everyone to enjoy or ignore at your leisure! (please share any similar projects of your own, if you wanna contribute blog curation or make requests and changes to this masterlist also, or do none of that cos im not ur parents)

@bettie-jettatura -- bettie, she/her. childhood cousin (?) to jeff and teenhood chum to ezra. no beatnik movement would be complete without a bettie, and that's all i'm gonna say about [redacted] with the body in that factory down [redacted] street, lmao, you know the one.

@anurognathusvilheimium -- vilheimie!! kermit noodle arms flappy yayyy dot gif!! a beleaguered STEM professional living in chemical-train-crash-noxious-fumes country. doing his best at all times and deserving of as much vacation as you could possibly give.

to get list:

vilheim, he could use some goofiness poor mans working with factory town republicans

marissa, for obvious reasons

reggie if he's down for only strictly clowning (no bad vibes allowed, no music supremacy)

oh, melee!!

and peanut.

AND WHERE IS BRENNAN MI BOIIY

codeine + crew, possibly

and anyone YOU people think would enjoy dumb radical performance art in a supportive and science-positive everything-ology interest group. to be taken as seriously or as stupidly as you wanna, baybee, ezra had to smoke a lot of weed to be comfortable typing in the third person (but that's just, like, creative journalistic formatting shh it's fiiine)

yell @ ppl here! message me (blacktoothcomics, ezra) to get your user or blog name added to my follow / mutuals and thus tagged access to reply in this post. i have to know you irl to list you here, sorry!

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Isekai Ogiri May 2023 [What are Vector and Vanilla doing...? ]

“Give me five!” It was my father who dashed into the sales line with a smug look on his face.

Two characters appear every month in surprising outfits and situations! Let's enjoy Ogiri together with illustrations that will make your imagination run wild!

This time, Vector, who looks like an American comic book hero, and Vanilla, who looks like an adult, appear! Who is this mysterious giant robot that is approaching far beyond the night city?

What kind of lines or narration would you use?

You can style it based on the atmosphere and world view of the two of you in the game, or you can create a bold arrangement! In the example, it's a disappointing father who is trying to buy 5 items without interrupting... Any kind of free gleeful material is also OK!

Please enjoy it and tweet with the tag "#Isekai Ogiri" on Twitter ♪

We will introduce the good ones in a reply from Sonic's official Twitter account.

We are looking forward to your fun Ogiri posts!

Act5: “My Vectorman”

``Vectorman's accomplishment! Save the city again! ”

A lively downtown area at dusk. There was a beautiful rabbit woman in a glamorous outfit slowly walking past a newsstand distributing special editions of the mysterious hero ``Vectorman.''

she is vanilla She is the famous mama of a very popular bar, and the bar is crowded every day with customers looking for her home-cooked meals. Then she enters a room in a dirty multi-tenant building that doesn't match her beauty.

On the door was scrawled in magic marker the words ``Vector Detective Agency.''

"Daughter...couldn't you be of help?"

Vanilla tilts her head slightly and opens her mouth with a look of sadness in her eyes. The man who was asked the question answered awkwardly while straightening his tangled suit.

“No, the young lady is very talented.”

A giant detective named ``Vector the Crocodile'' used Vanilla's daughter Cream as his assistant, but the other day he gave her some free time. Vanilla had come to talk to him directly to get him to reconsider.

"After all, most of my work is done by my daughter...Gosh! Anyway, detective work is hard work that comes with danger."

I quickly stand up, bend the window blinds with my fingers with a grim expression, and stare aimlessly at the night view. decided......! Vector thought that, but Vanilla continued regardless.

"But this town is protected by Vectorman, so it's safe, right? Besides, it seems like you have a lot of free time to work... My child just wants to play with you and doesn't need a paycheck. No. Could you please reconsider?”

After he finished saying that slowly, he looked at Vector with a smile that had no trace of malice in it.

"Vector Man, that's just a fake urban legend. Besides, I'm a rootless beast. There will come a time when I'll have to leave here... It's definitely not because I'm behind on my rent... ..”

Although Vector was upset, he reluctantly tried to make a decision...

<< Gugyurururu~... >>

The relentless rumbling of his stomach makes all of your efforts come to nothing.

"Actually, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday..."

Vector sinks while playing the second and third notes. Vanilla let out a gentle sigh and placed the large paper box she had brought on the table.

"Please enjoy it. It's a bento box that we serve at my restaurant."

“Don’t hold back!”

He immediately puts his hands together and begins to eat heartily with tears in his eyes... Seeing this, Vanilla decides to go back and let Vector eat slowly.

"You have to eat properly, right? If you're too hungry, you'll feel drained to the core, right?"

Vector had no words to respond.

The next night.

“Shh, it’s an attack!”

The city is engulfed in flames and roars... A giant robot suddenly appears and attacks the city! People were running away...and in the midst of them was Vanilla, who was on her way to work.

Then the robot swings its giant fist. The moment when her legs trembled and she couldn't move, she lowered her eyes...!

<< Gakiin! >>

Heavy impact sound.

"It's okay now, ma'am."

When Vanilla realized she was safe and opened her eyes, what she saw was...

It was the image of the hero of justice ``Vectorman'', who blocked the robot's fist right in front of his eyes and stood valiantly in his bright red cloak!

"Hey! That big robot egg guy!"

Vectorman shakes off the robot's fist and dashes. The robot tries to crush the two with its giant feet, but Vectorman doesn't dodge...

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

A flash of justice gathers into a fist!

"Vector's V is the V of victory! Special attack! Victory punch! Huge!"

<< Boom! >>

The light fist pierces the robot's torso and explodes! It looked like he was going to look cool with the flames behind him, but...

<< Gugyurururu~... >>

As soon as Vectorman hears the sound of his stomach, he loses his transformation and collapses.

"Hara, it's so bad..."

Vanilla ran towards her and saw Vector's weakened form.

"Huh...hey ma'am, what a coincidence."

Vanilla asked with some confusion as Vector was still trying to hide his true identity.

"No way... nothing from yesterday's lunch box...?"

When Vanilla hands him his lunch box, he begins to gulp it down absentmindedly. And she understood everything.

Vectorman's true identity is Vector. Vanilla is saddened by the fact that he was secretly in trouble while protecting the city without being paid, and that he kept it a secret and continued to fight alone.

He must have kept Cream away because he was worried that she was in danger.

Vector shyly laughs to himself next to Vanille, who wants to do something about it.

"I can't help it...I have to eat properly after all...sigh."

At that time. When Vanilla heard that, a wonderful thought occurred to her.

"Vector-san! I have a suggestion..."

Since that day, Cream has returned to work as a "lunch box attendant." She goes to Vector's office every day.

Vector (Man) protects the city and Cream, and in exchange for Cream's help, Vanilla provides him with a nutritious lunch box. This promise is a secret exclusive to Vector and Vanilla.

``Vectorman's accomplishment! Save the city again! ”

Vectorman's activities are being reported on TV today as well.

His popularity has skyrocketed as his face has recently become more radiant. Now I'm a big fan of Cream, and I'm always watching the featured section on my favorite show, ``Next Show.''

And sometimes, whenever Cream would ask why Vectorman was so strong, Vanilla would proudly answer,

“I wonder if it’s because I’m eating properly!”

"The matter is settled..."

A nice guy who lacks money and is full of manliness, and a kind ``mom'' who loves cooking. Vector and Vanilla's personalities remained the same, but they also seemed to be greatly affected by the change.

What is the source of Vectorman's power? Is there some secret behind that belt?

Where did the attacking robot weapons come from? Even as new facts emerge, the mystery continues to deepen. Is it possible to resolve this situation...?