#the absolute crumbs i am receiving right now

[wintersera]

kayeeee :]

could we please get some milf!karina crumbs.. i just need her to absolutely destroy babysitter!reader whether it’s with her g!p or her strap tbh!also maybe a breeding kink too if comfy with that?

-your pookie sugar but from a different universe (different blog,i’m just being extra)

milf!karina x babysitter!f reader

notes: HNNG MILF KARINA AND BABYSITTER READER WITH A FUCKING BREEDING KINK? oh sugar you’re so full of thoughts. i added mommy kink reader because of that liz one you wrote. enjoy 🫶

cw: sugar mommy milf karina, mommy kink, breeding kink, dom karina, sub reader, use of toys (strap), strap being called ‘cock’, praise, oral (giving).

word count: 2.2k

the day you received a request to babysit someone's child was the day god blessed you fr.

you didn’t believe what you were seeing. as soon as you walked into her house you first noticed the expensive and modern interior design. you were shocked beyond belief, but what got you even more shocked was no one else but the owner. clad in sleek black clothing, rich and mature aura seeping out from her presence alone. she had your heart skipping, not one, but multiple heart beats. with a child hiding behind her leg she introduced herself with poise

“the names yu jimin, but you can call me karina, love. i assume your name is y/n? is that right my dear”

“y-yes, l/n y/n. i’m here to babysit your child… if this is the right address- i mean, your house is so expensive an-“ horribly fumbling over your words she cuts you off with her rich silky chuckle.

“i can assure you that you’re at the right location, dear. now, i’ve got some business to attend to. so please allow me to explain the rules of my house before i leave you and my child alone” and she does so. delicately telling you what and what not you can do in her household. you train your eyes on the curves of her body and her gorgeously sculpted features gracefully adorning her face, unable to look away you grow flushed. she looked exactly like what you thought an angel looked like and by god, you know this woman was going to be the death of you “…and that's all, now run along, my meeting is in 15 minutes” watching her attentively as she walks to her big front door and enters her freshly bought lamborghini.

making yourself comfortable in the house, you do the basic babysitting things. looking after and playing with the kid whenever she got bored, cooking meals for her and all that jazz. finally, after all the hard work, you plop yourself down on the big leather chair located in their living room. feeling at peace now that the kid is finally asleep after hours of insisting that she should go to bed, you find yourself growing sleepier. needless to say you passed out right there.

morning came and you’re awoken by the birds chirping and the rays of sunlight hitting your face. where exactly am i? you question. you’re in a king size bed in one of the guest rooms. is what you assumed. who exactly carried you here, you wonder. as if the timing couldn’t be any better, mommy- i mean karina, gently knocked on the bedroom door.

“y/n? are you awake dear? breakfast is ready would you like to accompany us at the dining table?” her morning voice sounding ever so lovely, as if the angels from heaven were strumming their harps in this room.

“i’ll be ready in just a minute, please wait for me” frantically slipping out of the bed realising that your day attire was replaced with a silky set of pyjamas. DID SHE PUT THIS ON ME? does that mean she… oh god did she strip me down? you’re insufferable, the notion setting you off feeling the return of your arousal eat at your stomach.

walking down the long hallway to the dining room was quite a trip, getting lost a couple of times because her house was unbelievably massive. thankfully a few maids were there to guide you, albeit being a little hesitant to ask them at first.

spread out in front of you was a plethora of different varieties of breakfast foods. ranging from pancakes to french toast to literally everything you could think of. “um… i don’t think i’ll be able to eat all of this”

“don’t be silly, y/n. eat what you can. my chefs are highly trained professionals i can guarantee that everything will be to your liking” saying this all while she’s motioning for you to sit right next to her.

“you know, it’s quite difficult not having a husband whilst you have a feisty little kid growing up. i’ve thought about this while you were asleep but would it be possible to have you as my personal babysitter? my little girl already loves you as her nanny” turning to you with a warm smile placed upon her face. “oh, and i assure you the price will be generous”

“well of course. i’ll gladly take up the opportunity if you’re offering” smiling back at her. little did you know, but she found you ever so charming.

a few weeks into your job and you’re already doing very well, accompanying karina and her kid whilst they go shopping. seeing brand names you’ve never even heard of being presented to you and being treated like you too were a millionaire. it was all bizarre to you, it was like she was treating you as if you were her sugar baby.

a couple more weeks of working and you’ve grown closer to her. sitting next to her while she was doing her work, or even laying next to her while you both watch movies and shows on her massive couch. talking to her on the nights she was available and texting her during her work hours. it felt as if you two were together, romantically.

there were times when she’d leave light touches on your body, brushing it over in a joking way, or simply saying that she likes you very much that she’s comfortable with you.

over the next month things started to change more. you’d often spend most of your time at her house so you grew comfortable with her presence, but it seemed a little more different than before. dressing more lightly and touching you more than ever drove you mad. seeing her in less clothing as everyday goes past while she makes subtle innuendos as she’s leaning into your ear. but thank the lord the kid was somewhere lurking around, if it wasn’t for the kid you would’ve pounced on karina right there.

fortunately for you the schools had reopened, sending the kid off with karina.

but you couldn’t pull yourself to do it, having some ounce of shame in you, you couldn’t do that to lovely miss yu jimin. however, as soon as you two had entered the house, karina pushes you into the wall, breathing heavily, she kisses your lips with hunger, hiking up the shirt she lent you for today. shocked by the urgency in her actions you immediately pull her away “wait- hold on a minute what are you doing” panting heavily from the sudden kiss.

“my apologies, i thought you felt the same way as i” pulling herself off of you, looking at the ground in shame.

grabbing her wrist you assure her, “no, keep going. i was just startled, that's all” with that she continued, kissing you with passion and hunger. carrying on from where she was, she slithered her hand up your already hiked up shirt, fondling your breasts as she slips her tongue in your mouth, receiving a low groan from you. turned on by this you tug the back of her blazer, wanting more from her. reading your actions, she pushes a knee in between your thighs, pressing your core gently as she continues to play with your breasts, this time pulling the bra down. eyeing your tits as they fall out in the most perfect way to her. with your now exposed breasts, she begins to play at your nipples, rolling them around gently in her fingertips. cooing at how you’re so pretty for her.

“c-can i ask you something?” struggling to use your words you manage to spill out a request through your whimpering.

“you may”

“can i call you m-mommy?” blood rushing to your face as you say that.

upon hearing that, something in karina had snapped. dragging you to her bedroom, she smirks at you as she undresses herself. “you want to call me mommy? well, anything for mommy's little baby” teasing you with your own words you feel even more turned on. sitting at the edge of her bed she beckons you to come kneel between her thighs, “come” you oblige. “make mommy feel good and i’ll give you a reward for being such a good girl” intoxicated with the smell of her arousal, you pull her lacy black lingerie aside, flicking her clit as she squirms around you. feeling your tongue working hard on her clit, she grabs your hair in her hand, wanting to feel your tongue even closer on her she pushes you closer to her hips, rocking them to the rhythm of your licking. legs threatening to close, you keep them apart with a gentle grip on her thigh.

“fuck.. you’re such a good girl “ moaning out, looking down at you with hooded eyes, “keep g-going, mommys close” working hard, you start lapping up violently, teasing two fingers at her dripping hole. as you let your digits slide slowly in her, a guttural moan escaping her lips, feeling that her walls are clenching around you already you knew she was on the edge of her climax. to send her over the edge you suck hard on her clit, as you work in and out of her hole, hitting her in all the right ways. “a-ah.. oh god, baby you’re doing so good” praise as your motivation you work harder than you ever did before, quickening up your pace as you fail to keep her legs open, therefore her thighs squeezing around your head. it’s not like you dislike it anyways, you loved it.

throwing her head back, she lets out a long pornographic moan, gripping your hair as her thighs suffocate you.

euphoria washing over her body. she helps you stand up, heavily panting as she wipes her juices off of your chin and face, eagerly placing a finger in your mouth to lick it straight off. “you’ve made mommy feel so so good baby, now for your reward. sit on the bed for a moment, let me get something for my dearest.”

you lay on your back, waiting for her to call you. rattling coming from her drawer, you could only guess that it’s a toy. excited for what's in store for you, you sit up, watching as she puts on a large, beautifully crafted, black strap. gulping as she approaches you, placing herself in between your thighs this time.

“mommy, are you sure this can fit in me?”

“don’t worry my baby, i’m certain it will” supporting herself on your thighs with her two hands, she pushes the strap slowly and deeply into you, tip kissing your cervix.

crying out, tears streaming down your face from the immense amount of pleasure and pain, “fuck- mommy… your cock is filling me up, breed me p-please” cooing at you she kisses your lips softly.

“you’re taking me good, fuck, y/n carry my children for me. you’ll be the perfect mother for my kids” jerking her hips suddenly, making you scream her name out loud. you didn’t really care if the maids heard you. with care, she pounds hard into your pussy, creating lewd wet noises from how wet you are. “god, y/n baby you’re so wet for mommy, don’t i make you feel so good?” now gripping onto your hips, holding them steady so she can fuck herself harder into your needy womb. wanting you to bear her children she fucks you with fervour, her eyebrows furrowing as she concentrates on her rhythm.

with every thrust she gives you, you notice how her tits bounce up and down. wanting to suck on them badly, you cough out another request “mm- ah fuck.. mommy can i suck on your tits?” nodding in response she picks you up from the back, laying herself flat on the bed and you sitting up riding her cock.

“suck then”

leaning down to her chest you lick around her nipples, flicking and pulling them, moaning as you basically make out with her nipples. continuing to rail into you, she grabs your ass with both of her hands, lifts you up just to slam you right back into her cock. “f-fuck.. mommy, cum- cum in me please. i want you to fill me up” although a bit sad that she can't shoot her load into you ripe womb, she keeps up with the roleplay, saying that

“i’ll fuck your pussy until you’re leaking with my cum”

feeling how tight you are being more of a struggle to manoeuvre her strap inside you, she thrusts harder, knowing that you’re on the verge of cumming. “mommy please, f-faster, don’t stop- gonna cum, so good” strings of praises and ‘don’t stops’ spilling out off your mouth as you continue to rock your hips on her, leaning back down to once again suck her tits.

you’re inevitable high hits you like a truck. cumming hard on her dick, you scream profanities as you clutch onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you still unconsciously buck your hips.

coming back to reality, you panic “karina, what time is the kid coming back?” giggling, she looks at you with adoration in her eyes.

“not anytime soon, my dear. we have more time” she playfully smirks at you.

safe to say you guys pretty much fucked until you had to pick up the kid.

[bwabys-scenarios]

IMAGINE… I’m thinking maybe chrollo… or Oo wait maybe UVOGIN (honestly any hxh character at this point they’re all so scrumptious) who after having sex with reader realized they never really let go during sex and never truly moans, it’s just like breathy sighs… and quiet whimpers cause they’re holding it in… and so they make it their LIFE MISSION to get reader to moan during sex. Tries every position till he finds the perfect one… Idk something spicy I have been concocting in my brain…

ANYWAYS I love ur writing it is so cunt and thank u for any crumbs u so choose to provide!!! I am a little tipsy right now and this is my singular thought 😍

Louder

Series: HXH

Characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Uvogin

Warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns, oral(fem!receiving), degradation, kinky!uvogin, creampie

Prompt: Reader is quiet in bed, and now they’re determined to get them to moan

A/N: this may be a little different than what you requested, but I hope you enjoy!!

Chrollo

He’s probably the quickest to notice his s/o is quiet in the bedroom. Chrollo has had many lovers, but never had one that didn’t end the night screaming his name, so he is determined to get some moans out of you!!

He’ll tease your cunt for hours on end, making you beg for release. His tongue will be swirling around your insides so deliciously that you can’t help but moan!!

“Sweet girl, why don’t you scream for me, huh?”

Feitan

I love this man but he is a bit of a selfish lover, so he doesn’t notice you aren’t making as much noise until it starts to hurt his pride. Does it not feel good? He tries a lot harder after to care about your pleasure, but he can’t seem to draw out your moans!!

That is until he has you on your hands and knees, plowing you from behind. He pulls at your hair, whining into your ear, and you moan so loud!! Feitan blinks and pulls your hair again, eliciting another pretty sound to spill from your lips. He gets a bit excited when he realizes you like him taking more control and being rough.

“You like rough? Show you rough, whore.”

He is relentless on your poor little pussy after this 😭😭 will absolutely bruise your hips.

Uvogin

This is one of the kinkiest mfkers in the Phantom Troupe, he has tried nearly every position, every toy, literally EVERYTHING.

He doesn’t notice your silence until he’s just covered you in whip cream and devoured your coochie. You only whimpered, squeezing his head with your soft thighs.

Uvogin pushes up and towers over you, his cock prodding at your entrance. You whine, reaching out your arms, and he finally gets it.

You want more intimacy, you aren’t against all his kinky ways but you want to be held and fucked like he loved you.

“Aww, darlin’ you’re too cute when you make those noises, gonna cum inside okay?”

[thecomfortgoth]

Tw: somno kinda?, masturbation (m receiving), praise kink, unprotected p in v (use a condom), mentions of creampie, nipple play, kinda Dom!Steddie

I kinda just really really need Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington in bed with me right now.

Can't stop thinking about being all cosied up with both of them, under the covers and settled for the night, sleepy but not quite asleep just yet, Eddie's behind you, his hand on your waist while your head lays on Steve's shoulder, your arms wrapped around one of his as you cuddle into him. All three of you exhausted after your long days and fun "activities" (all three of you fucking each other senseless) in the evening.

You feel Eddie's hand sliding slowly down to your hip while he shuffles forward to press up against your ass, his lips kissing along your neck making you come up in goosebumps, before he just... moves your pyjamas down and slides your underwear to the side, sliding his cock in with a groan from him and a whimper from you, his hand moving down from your hip to between your legs, rubbing small slow circles over your twitching clit, trying so hard not to wake up Steve as you gasp and moan very quietly, he looks like he's already sleeping soundly.

But it's no use, he's already awake as soon as he hears the wet sounds of Eddie's dick slowly moving in and out of your soaked hole, smirking as he realises what's going on, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his already hard cock. "Aww does our pretty girl still wanna play? We didn't make you cum enough already tonight princess?" he moans out quietly, leaning forward and nudging his nose against your cheek, mouthing at your jaw as you start jerking him off slow and steady, matching Eddie's thrusts inside you.

Eddie is whispering absolute filth between sucking hickeys into your neck and the backs of your shoulders, "Fuck baby, your pussy is just sucking me right in, you like this hm? Like being my good girl and letting me use you like this?" he rasps while Steve reaches forward and slides your shirt up enough to reveal your heavy tits and your peaked nipples, earning a whine from you as he rubs his palm over them and pinches lightly at your nipples, rolling them around between his fingers.

He's telling you what a good girl you are for both of them, moaning filthy praises into your ear quietly while Steve agrees, biting his lip and watching as Eddie hikes up your leg to give him a good view of your dripping cunt and how he was fucking you, telling you how good your hand feels around him and how he can't wait to fuck Eddie's cum deeper inside you.

You now can't wait for that either and the thought has you cumming around Eddie's cock with a gasp, the combination of feeling four hands and two mouths on you while Eddie fucks you just how you like it, along with their words, throwing you right over the edge and crying out their names quietly into the dimly lit bedroom you all share.

"That's our good girl, let go for us, that's it, just like that, oh feels good doesn't it baby? Atta girl, gonna fill you up then Stevie's gonna fill you up some more, yeah princess?"

I am going INSANE, PLEASE, just a crumb of this 😤

[astonmartingf]

IMPECCABLE TIMING . . . 🏁🍒🏎️

LICENSE TO DRIVE ; f1 driver!oc x platonic! f1 grid

. . . as a part of katarina's media duties in the paddock, the press questions about her "sudden" move to porsche, with people theorizing about her impeccable timing of doom.

amgf 2.1k words... set during the bahrain pre-race press conference, mention of red bull controversy, implied media play, mystery(?)

license to drive ; masterlist

SITTING FOR INTERVIEWS ISN'T REALLY KATARINA'S FORTE, just like the other drivers she'd rather race. But at the same time, she enjoys the chaos press interviews bring. Especially for the upcoming 2024 season, a lot has happened over the winter break.

One transfer which Katarina is heavily involved in, and despite not being one to tell all to the press, the feeling of slow feeding information to journalists, leaving crumbs of information here and there, laying down innuendos is more than enough for her to agree for the press conference schedule.

It's the first race of the season, drama is about to unfold, and Katarina is ready to watch them all from the palm of her hand.

Greeting the drivers, she sits right beside Lewis as the conference had just begun, with the host talking to Lando furthest to her. At the same time, Carlos walked from the sea of reporters, Lewis teasing him, gesturing his watch.

Katarina scoots over to the edge, with Carlos situated next to Lewis. Opting to get interviewed last, knowing very well of the questions she's about to receive.

The female driver keeps herself busy with her thoughts, listening in to some of the drivers and their questions. As much as she hated interviews listening in to the drivers answer repetitive questions was funny up to a point.

"This season is not only filled with finales but also debuts. Shocking everyone during the first half of winter break, having moved from Red Bull to Porsche. In her 8th season we have Katarina Lombardi— how do you feel about moving teams and debuting in Porsche for the season?"

Katarina smiles, picking up the microphone from Carlos beside her. "What a lengthy introduction that was. I think it was a pretty good move, I mean for me I moved a few times before, nothing shocking really it's just fun. I'm absolutely happy in Porsche— not that I wasn't in Red Bull mind you."

She clears the air and jokes around realizing the cameras pointing at her on live television. Watching Max from the corner squinting his eyes playfully, earning a small laugh from Karina.

"To me like what Lewis and Carlos have said, moving is a common occurrence in the sport, I mean just four years ago I was in Mercedes, and then moved to Red Bull, and now I'm in Porsche. It's our first year together and things are definitely looking interesting. Not just for me but for the whole team, we're learning together and getting through the ropes, I'm happy and I hope we can deliver through more of our goals."

Katarina smiles, satisfied with her answer, if it wasn't evident with the big smile on her face one can clearly see how she's enjoying this season. In fact, Katarina is excited, having worked with the car, their only goal was to score points, and if possible chase Max in his rocketship of a Red Bull.

Despite the rumors of her falsely being kicked out of Red Bull, Katarina left in her own volition. Offered a seat in Porsche, the female asked one question before solidifying a contract with the team.

When Porsche revealed they were planning on signing Liam Lawson to the team it was enough for her to move, she had faith in him, and together they could score points together. During the break she spent her time with Lawson in Germany testing the car. Which performed more than she expected, not bad for a first time, but the female knows the only results that matter is on the actual track.

"Hello, I am Felipe Santos. Question for Katarina Lombardi–" Your eyes perk up, as you watch a middle aged man in his forties from the back ask his question, "following your move to Porsche there has been a lot of speculation in your move, a lot pointing out the comedic timing of your move, back in 2021 from Mercedes to Red Bull and in the same year the championship went to Red Bull, and now with the issues going on in Red Bull, you moved teams to Porsche. People have been calling you a horseman of doom, are these issues the reason behind your move? Or are they mere coincidences that happen? Are you glad to have moved out from Mercedes and Red Bull?"

Katarina grabs the mic from Lewis, formulating her answer in her head before speaking. This is the type of questions the female's PR manager prepared her for, there are times for snarky remarks or sarcastic comments, and there are times for prepared responses, as what her PR manager instructed.

There is no such thing as a scripted answer, we are prepared when such occasions arise– yadda yadda yadda something about keeping the team's integrity or brand. Shit.

Katarina hums, filling the silence still contemplating on the response to give out, on the far corner of her eye she sees Nicolas, her PR manager staring at her, hands waving on his neck.

Breathing in at an attempt to keep her composure, but the insinuation of Katarina's move as some comedic timing, as if real people weren't involved fumed her in a different way.

She may act indifferently to the press about moving teams, and how her calculated moves benefited her, but they don't see the late night negotiations and hours of talking to lawyers and advisors for the best move.

She didn't like being involved in the drama one bit. "I think calling it comedic timing is inappropriate. Because the situation is not comedic at all, it's not funny, nor do I enjoy seeing my decisions plastered into this controversy. It's disheartening, in this time and age to hear about these allegations. I am glad to have moved but not at the expense of my decisions being held to a higher standard than the actual controversy going around."

Silence.

She could feel her PR manager rolling her eyes, but Katarina couldn't care less. It was one way to shut up the crowd, she was not about to let the media use her move from Red Bull to Porsche as a cover up story.

She's been in the sport for so long, things have to change. She passed the microphone back in Lewis' direction as the media got back to asking questions.

For the remainder of the interview, no one dared to ask her another question.

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?"

The first words Nicolas, her PR manager spoke as soon as she left the press conference schedule.

"It's the truth! What do you want me to say? Some neutral answer to pacify the press?" Rolling her eyes, Katarina entered the Porsche motorhome greeted by Alessia, her trainer who was waiting for her.

"You know that the team has given you freedom to speak whatever is on your mind, and we admire that. But a heads up could be good, I knew for a fact you weren't about to answer the memorized paragraph we spent hours together—"

"You want me to say it in a nicer way? Is that what you're implying?" Katarina cuts him off, turning around to face the man stressing about the stack of papers in between manila folders.

"The media will do everything to twist your words, tread lightly."

Katarina laughs, head shaking at his statement, "Yeah, and if they dare twist my words I'll just have to speak up more about it then. I worked hard for this, moving to Porsche was a gamble to my career! Not that I'm not enjoying it right now, it's definitely better than I expected, but for my move to be belittled as some comedic timing? No way! I fought my back out of Red Bull, they can't twist my words against me."

Nicolas nods his head slowly, arms rubbing around the female's shoulder trying to calm her down. "I know. I know how hard you worked to get out of Red Bull, and how Porsche is your saving grace for offering you a seat but they don't know that. They don't know you took one of their junior drivers, and that's what they're trying to get out of you. So calm down, and think before you speak- would be my advice as your PR manager. But as a friend, I want you to know that we're a team here, and whatever you plan on doing, we'll be here to support you, but don't go in blindly like that. Tell us, we've been through thick and thin, don't you dare think I'm about to leave you after working with you for the last 10 years."

A small smile curves up in Katarina's lips looking away bashfully at Nicolas, "Fine. As my PR manager I promise not to do things without telling you first. As a friend, thank you. For staying, and coming with me despite Red Bull's efforts to poach you undr my nose."

Leaving Red Bull was a sensitive topic for Katarina— but she'd rather act to the press about an amicable split then open up a whole can of worms. She had to leave and she doesn't like to talk about it.

Her decision to leave was done before the 2023 season even ended, yet none of the grid knew of her transfer. Not even her previous teammate Max, and other than Liam, after the news of Lewis' transfer to Ferrari, Katarina greenlit Porsche' announcement of her and Liam Lawson as their drivers for the upcoming 2024 season. That being said, her winter break was definitely eventful.

Raising her head from her notes, Katarina watches Lewis welcome himself in her motorhome.

"Katarina Anneli Lombardi, we're full of surprises this season huh?" Lewis closes the door behind him, getting comfortable beside you.

"I'd like to say the same with you, Ferrari, good choice— maybe by the time engine regulations come you'll come out on top, or Charles doesn't matter to me, I'll beat either of you."

Scoffing, Lewis closes Katarina's notes pushing her legs in his direction, facing him. "So, how did that happen?"

"I could say the same to you, you know." Katarina shrugs, parroting his own question back to him.

"Yeah we're not doing that. You know what's the deal with Mercedes, I'm glad you didn't sign that contract extension. But you, what happened?"

Looking away from Lewis hands settled on hers, zoning out on the wall behind his silhouette. Left frozen in her own thoughts, gulping as she avoids the question.

"If you're not ready to say anything, you don't have to say anything yet. I just want you to know that I will always support you."

The female blinked her thoughts away, slowly nodding her head digesting what Lewis said. "I'm glad you got out of Mercedes too. I hope this season will be kind to you."

Lewis laughs, dropping the topic behind them. "But during the press conference, what that interview said, comedic timing huh? Didn't even realize that."

Katarina sneers, "I almost got myself stuck in Red Bull if I didn't move then."

Her eyes widened, she spoke too soon without thinking. Fuck.

And Katarina was right, her words didn't fly past the older male beside her, raising his brows. "Katarina..."

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes as Lewis pulled up with his "serious dad" voice. "I promise you it's nothing."

"You say that, and then I find out later it's something serious. Anneli, what happened with Red Bull?"

The female shakes her head, refusing to answer. "I'm sorry Lewis, but now is really not the time to talk about this." Looking left and right the windows of her motorhome, Katarina stands up towards the door, checking if it's locked.

"I promise you I'm fine Lewis. Who else would I tell you if I don't feel good?" Twisting the door open, hiding her actions under the guise of a polite act, "But now it's time for you to leave because I have to rest and study for free practice. Now go back to your garage, they might tamper if you're not looking."

Lewis faces the younger incredulously, shaking his head, before pulling Katarina in a hug.

"I'll see you before free practice?"

Katarina ponders before turning her head side to side, "Nope, I'll see you after free practice."

Lewis hugs her once more before leaving her motorhome, the female standing by the door watching his back leave. Checking the area around the motorhome, Katarina takes note of the neighboring team garages beside them, to the right was the familiar Williams motorhome, and in front of them was the fiery red Ferrari.

Going back inside the comfort of her room, Katarina shakes off her thoughts focusing back on her notes for the upcoming practice. Knowing very well that there are vultures lurking, waiting for a feast before their eyes.

Only time will tell, but today isn't one of those days. Because like how the journalist coined, it'll all come in impeccable timing. She was a horseman of doom like they said, and soon she'll have to prove herself like she did eight years ago.

amgf why'd she leave red bull? i guess we'll find out soon hahahaha i enjoyed writing this so much, i think i'll be writing this following the 2024 season, of course tweaking the scenes a little bit but what an introduction! i can't wait to write more about her, and hopefully we see a more fleshed Katarina and how she came to become like this. enjoy 👍

[bree-cheesy]

Just You... (Modern! AU)

A/N: So this fic was kind of rushed, but I still sort of like it. It’s a friends to lovers trope because that’s my favorite and I will probably write it a lot sooooooo....

Eddie Munson! x fem!bestfriend reader

Credit to @nicostiel​ for the gif!!! (I love it too much)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!! (kissing, light humping, nipple play, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v sex (reader is implied to be on birth control.) dirty talk, fingering, 2 reader orgasms) Angst, but fluffy at the end. Eddie is kind of a dick and the reader overreacts a little. Eddie gets in a physical fight so assault I guess. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 2,862

Side note: I am still very new to this so please go easy on me 😭😭

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Eddie Munson. Boy do you know too much about this man. He’s been your best friend since you were in 8th grade. You were neighbors and heard him playing his guitar often from your window at night. Your cat had run out of the house and you were out looking for him when you saw Eddie playing with him on his porch. That’s how you met. For you, it was love at first sight. You were absolutely head over heels for this man. Sure, other boys had been in your life, but none of them made you feel the way Eddie made you feel. It was almost suffocating. It felt like too much being around him so much. You were now in your senior year of High School and Eddie was in his 3rd senior year. Ever since Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair all joined Hellfire, you’ve felt Eddie hasn’t been paying any attention to you. He doesn’t talk to you much anymore and you guys don’t do your Friday movie nights anymore.

When getting ready for school you decided to wear something you usually didn’t wear. A short black leather skirt, a tight Iron Maiden shirt, fishnets, and some black boots. You wanted to get Eddie’s attention and this was your last resort. Your phone was buzzing off the hook with texts from Jack Denver. He was on the football team and you two had been talking recently. He was picking you up. You quickly left the house and got in his car before he drove off. He parked and you saw Eddie next to his van, snuffing a cigarette out on the ground with his boot. You got out of the car after Jake came around and opened your door. He kept a hand on your back and you glanced over at Eddie who was staring at you two, slack jawed.

“You still hang out with Munson? He’s looking at you like you’re a piece of meat.” Jake mumbled.

You shrugged and leaned into Jake a little more. “Yeah, we’re still friends. Don’t really hang out much anymore. More just sit with each other at lunch. I let him copy off my math homework.” You smiled a little to yourself at the memory of Eddie coming to you desperate so he could actually pass math class this semester. Eddie was walking a ways behind you and Jake and you noticed him.

You kept your head down and walked into the school. At lunch you made your way to Eddie’s table and sat down in your spot next to him. He didn’t even so much as look at you

You sighed and laid your cheek on your palm as you ate, feeling hopeless.

“Hey Y/N, what was up with you walking in with Jake Denver? Thought we hated him?” Mike looked straight at you from across the table. You shrugged and played around with your food. “He offered me a ride to school. Someone didn’t answer my texts….” You threw a dirty look at Eddie and he just rolled his eyes.

“I would’ve given you a ride.” Jeff looked at you. “Don’t count on Eddie. He’s an asshole.”

Eddie slammed his lunch box shut and wiped the crumbs off his hand with his jacket. “The campaign tonight. You’re all going to be there, right?” He looked around the table, everyone nodding except for you. He stared at you. “You better be nodding, princess.”

You glanced up at him and flicked a peanut at his face. “I’m busy. Made plans.” You mumbled, shoving a chip in your mouth.

“You made plans? We’ve been planning the end of this campaign for months!” Eddie stood up, slamming his palms on the table. “Suddenly you’re busy!? You’ve had tonight marked on your calendar since the start!”

You looked up at him and just blinked, shrugging your shoulders and wiping a crumb from the corner of your lip. “You guys will be fine without me. Plus, doesn’t Lucas’ sister play? Have her fill in for me.” Your phone buzzed with a text from Jake and you smiled at it while responding.

Eddie scoffed and sat down. “This is unbelievable. Can’t believe you’re ditching us for a fucking football player.” He shook his head and you stood up suddenly, not wanting to deal with his shit anymore.

“Ya know what, fuck you, Eddie Munson. For once in my godforsaken life I am happy and you just want to turn it around and make it all about you. Fuck you!” You grabbed your lunch and stormed off, not wanting to be around any of them anymore. You went into the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, willing your tears to stay in. A few deep breaths later and the bell to go to class rang.

Later that night you were laying in bed. Jake had canceled on you and now you were stuck home alone. Your Hellfire group chat was going crazy with texts, but you hadn’t read any of them. You were too pissed off at Eddie. He never said one thing about how you looked today, just constant berating. He kept trying to apologize in English, but you weren’t having any of it. The texts stopped and you sighed, finally willing yourself to look at them. Eddie canceled the campaign. You were surprised, he never canceled. You were doing homework and listening to music when something started tapping against your window. You tried to ignore it, but it just got louder and louder. You groaned and stood up to look out the window and saw a figure. You squinted and realized it was Eddie. You opened your window.

“Eddie, what the hell are you doing here? My dad will kill you!” He jogged up to the window and climbed inside like he used to do almost every night and hit the ground with a loud thud. You just sighed and shut the window. He quickly stood up. “You better be quiet. My dad is still mad about the time he caught you in here before.” You sat down on your bed and continued to work on your laptop.

“Are we going to talk about what happened at lunch?” He tucked his hands into his pockets and looked at you. “Look, I know I’ve been a jackass recently and probably don’t deserve any ounce of attention from you, but I just want to explain myself.”

You looked up at him and nervously chewed on your bottom lip. “Okay….?” He sighed and sat down next to you on the bed, kicking his shoes off because he knew you’d yell at him for putting them on your clean sheets.

“Look, I’ve been seeing you around with that Denver kid and I’ve been jealous. I’ve been worried that he’s taking you from me. I was trying to push you away so maybe you’d see that….. I miss you. You’re my best friend, princess and I don’t want someone like Jake Denver to take you away from me.” He looked at you and sighed. “I realize now that that was the opposite thing I should’ve done. I should’ve just talked to you, but I was afraid. Afraid some of the feelings I’ve been pushing down were gonna come bubbling up.”

You were quiet for a moment. You didn’t know what to say. Eddie was usually so carefree and worry free. Hearing him say something like this broke your heart. You were worried he thought you hated him.

“Eddie, I’m not mad at you.” He let out a breath and flopped on the bed. “I was just worried you didn’t like me anymore. I thought after Lucas, Mike, and Dustin joined you were sick of little ol’ me.”

He chuckled and tilted his head back to look at you. “Princess, I could never be sick of you.” You blushed and looked away.

He grinned when he saw the pink tint on your cheeks. “Princess, did I make you blush?” He sat up, suddenly excited. “Better tell me now, or I’ll force it out of you. I’m not afraid to.” He sat up on his knees and put his hands on his hips.

You covered your face in shame. “N-No, it’s just…. kinda hot in here….” Your voice came out soft. He laughed and tackled you, making you squeal and your eyes opened wide. “Eddie! Quiet!” You whispered.

“Sorry, princess, forgot.” He let go of you and settled back in next to you. You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Promise you’re not mad at me.”

You nodded and he soon left after hearing your parents walking around.

The next day at lunch, Eddie was his usual self with you. Throwing random crackers at you and making fun of the bleach stain on your sweatshirt. You looked up and saw Jake approach the table. Eddie glanced at him and clenched his jaw. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts? You said you’d sit with us today.”

“Uhm, change of plans, I guess. You canceled on me. Didn’t I say I’d ignore you if you kept doing that?” You snapped at him and saw his face go red with anger.

He scoffed and folded his arms over his chest. “Whatever. I was just using you to make Hannah jealous.”

You just blinked at him and shrugged. “Okay? Is that supposed to make me feel bad?” You popped a grape in your mouth.

He gritted his teeth together and shook his head. “Glad to have your slut back, Munson? Happy I got to try her at least-”

Suddenly Jake was on the ground with a loud thud. He groaned in pain and held his nose. Eddie had socked him in the nose. Probably broke it. You gasped and stood up, backing away from the two after Jake stood up and launched himself at Eddie. Eddie wasn’t the biggest guy muscle wise, but after years of torment he’s able to hold himself in a fight against the school jocks. Jake punched Eddie’s jaw hard before Eddie did the same to him. Eddie punched Jake over and over again until you pulled him off.

“Eddie, stop!” You pulled him away as people gathered around the fight. Jake’s friends helped him up and tried to go after Eddie, but a few staff members stopped them. Eddie stormed off and you chased after him. He was walking to his van. You caught up to him and stopped him from walking. You inspected his face for any serious injuries with a frown. He pushed your hands away.

“I’m fine.” You forced him in the van and dug the old fast food napkins out of his glove box. You got them wet with your water bottle and started to wipe his bleeding nose and cut lip.

“You really need to stop getting into these fights. Not good for you.” He didn’t say anything and just let you clean him up. He winced in pain when you got to his knuckles. “Wayne’s gonna kill you.”

He looked at you and his face softened. You looked so worried for him. It broke his heart. His free hand went up under your chin and tilted your face up. Without a moment to think, his lips came crashing down on yours. You gasped softly against his lips, but pressed against him. His hands tangled in your hair and you kissed him deeper, willing your mouth open to welcome his tongue. You got into his lap and the kiss turned hot and wet. Tongues melding together in a battle for dominance. His hands went under your sweatshirt and gripped the skin at your waist, almost melting at how soft you were.

“Fuck…” He cursed into your mouth and moved down your neck, suckling little lovebites into the senstive skin. You whined softly and tangled your fingers in his thick curls, rocking against him slightly.

The van felt humid. All the air now gone in the moment of pure pleasure. “Eddie, please….” He kissed her neck once more before pulling back.

“We can’t do this here. Not now.” You frowned and he cupped your face with both hands. “After school. Meet me here and we’ll go to my place. Wayne is out of town. We’ll be alone all night.”

You nodded and he kissed you once more before you both got out to go to class.

That night, you were in his van, driving to his house. Saying you were nervous was an understatement. You knew Eddie wouldn’t push you to do something you didn’t want to do, but you were just worried about disappointing him. When you got inside, Eddie had barely shut the door before he was on you. Kissing you deeply and stealing your breath. Your knees almost gave out and he picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you kissed him back desperately. He walked you to his room and dropped you on the bed before stripping his vest and shirt off. God he was absolutely beautiful. He got on top of you and pulled your sweatshirt off before kissing down your chest. He got your bra off and licked your nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking. The room was filled with sounds of shuffling on the bed and your moans. Eddie wanted to record it and keep it for himself.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby…” He sat up on his knees and pulled your pants and panties off. “Damn, and you look so damn good, too.” He ran his hands down your body and bit his lip. “All for me, right? No one else gets this, right?”

You shook your head frantically. “It’s all yours, Eddie. All yours.”

He grinned and settled his head between your legs. He kissed teasingly up your inner thigh. “Can I taste you, baby? Wanna know what I’ve been missing out on…” You nodded and he leaned forward to lick a long stripe up your folds. You moaned and fisted your hands in his sheets. He groaned and pulled away. “God, just like honey, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna need this for the rest of my life….” He went right back in, swirling his tongue over your clit, sucking and licking. You all but screamed when you felt a finger press into your pussy with no resistance. He made you so fucking wet. His fingers hooked right against the spot inside you that made you go crazy. You cried out and he suckled on your clit while fingering you.

You trapped his head with your thighs, trying to keep him right where he was and moaned loudly while tangling your fingers in his hair. “Yeah? You like that, princess? Gonna cum so hard for me, right? Make a big mess all over my fingers like a good girl?” You blabbered some nonsense and nodded, tightening your fingers in his hair. “Do it. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers…” You cried out and came hard. No guy had ever made you cum as hard as Eddie. He groaned and licked it all up before going to kiss you again. You kissed him back and managed to get his pants and boxers off. He pressed his tip against your entrance and you licked your lips, aching for him to be inside you. “Ready, princess?” He looked at you and you nodded before he pushed ever so slowly inside you.

Both of you groaned and moaned as he pushed inside you. He felt like heaven. He buried his face in your neck before thrusting in and out of you. Both of you moaning in unison like a song. Two people so utterly consumed in each other. No one else mattered. The only thing that mattered was how unbelievably amazing this was. He thrusted harder and faster, holding your hands and kissing you deeply, panting into your mouth while your moans were smothered by his kisses. He let go of one hand to go harder and you dug your fingers into his back, no doubt leaving marks or even scratches.

“Eddie…. I’m s-so close…” You moaned and pressed your forehead against his.

“Me too, baby. Let it go. Cum all over my cock….” He encouraged you and you cried out, cumming hard around his cock. He groaned and felt himself unload inside you. Your pussy was milking him dry and he never wanted the feeling of you wrapped around him to go away. It’s all he needed. He could die a happy man right here and now. He gently pulled out of you and ran a hand through his hair before standing up to get a towel for you. You breathed heavily, already missing his warmth. He came back and cleaned the both of you up before helping you into one of his t-shirts. He laid down next to you and you cuddled up to him, nuzzling your face into his chest. He held you close and kissed your head.

“No more Jake, right?”

You giggled and looked up at him, kissing him gently. “No more Jake. Just you….”

He smiled and kissed you again.

[mochiwrites]

ALWAYS FEELIN' A BIT INSANE ABOUT SONGBIRD!! 💥💥💥💥

Currently very invested in the Scar character development, he's very silly and I am obsessed with how you write him. Eating ur writing, I literally never shut up about it heryehur

He has so much depth to his personality. His struggle with identity, hiding the truth, opening up to others, traumatic experiences, etc. His complicated relationship with Mumbo as they walk on their tip-toes wondering what happened to get them to this point... His love for Tubbo and his hate for humanity. His conflicting emotions about death. His ever-changing view of Grian and what made him so worth it when nobody else caught his eye. The fragile concept of simply being himself and not the monster people think he is. He's so WONDERFUL AAAA!! *shakes you*

EEEEEEEEE YAY :D

scar has easily become one of my favorite songbird characters. he's definitely rounded out a lot since the start of songbird and I'm so !!!!!! about him -- and now that arc 2 is finished, I can actually talk about scar's character arc because GOD DOES IT MAKE ME INSANE. OKAY.

I remember being kinda nervous about introducing scar way back when in welcome to the circus, because I wasn't sure how he'd be received -- I mean, he's basically introduced as an antagonist right away, and he feels so different from his typical characterization. well. he's not that different, but I certainly lean wayyy more into the intimidating, scary image. and when you don't know a character's motivations for that... depending on the writer executes the writing, you could either be Incredibly interested, or you could write it off as out of character/bad writing. so welcome to the circus was absolutely a HUGE gamble. hell, everything that followed was a big gamble!

but I am so happy with how scar's development went. I think I could've added maybe one or two more one shots right before enchante to add a bit more pacing of scar's development, but overall I really am pleased with it.

arc 2 was heavily focused on scar and his betrayal (which like,,, yeah, obviously @ myself GJFHJFG) my biggest goal when writing arc 2 was showing the readers that there was more to scar than just his cold personality. that there was a reason for his behavior. it's kinda similar to how mumbo was first introduced. mumbo was off as well, though granted his true personality came about a lot quicker than scar's did.

so this arc was about exploring scar's character (and his understanding of/warming up to grian) and his growing internal conflict between betraying grian and mumbo and keeping tubbo safe. I really wanted to get across that at first scar had no remorse for what he was doing. but when he started getting to know grian, being given his kindness, when scar started to let down the walls around his heart, that's when the guilt kicked in.

I love scar's whole battle with his identity -- it's one of my favorite pieces of his character, and something that'll be explored a TON more in arc 3 (and perhaps the reason why that battle is there to begin with 👀) the way I've always looked at is: scar isn't human, but he's not quite fae either. so he's had to carve out an identity for himself; the grim reaper, a monster, it's all the same to him. he's not just standing at the cross between two worlds. he's carving a path between these two worlds -- he's creating a third world, specifically for himself

and I think scar's struggle with his identity is something the fandom as a whole doesn't touch on nearly enough as we should. scar is a man who's constantly wearing a mask, and that mask is everchanging. there's some seriously fun concepts to be played with there! which is exactly what I want to explore in songbird and this upcoming arc.

I also feel really insane about all of the backstory crumbs I've left in arc 2 for him. this one in particular drives me crazy:

( it's from the weight of living chapter three in case anyone is wondering :3 )

if you've ever seen in anime where a character has like. some ominous shadow figure looming over them and they look really afraid or panicked, that's exactly the kind of image I was picturing when writing this scene. and that's kinda what happens here! (one day when mumbo and scar's backstories are revealed, I would love to like. comb through songbird for all of the crumbs I've dropped and explain them)

but scar's character is so complex, and I think that's what makes him so fun. he doesn't operate on human morals, but he very much does have human emotions and a human heart that he buries and AUGH!!!

and I can't talk about scar's character without mentioning enchante, because C'MON. IT'S LIKE. THE SONGBIRD SCARIAN FIC HFGJDFGHJ

enchante is SUCH an interesting turning point for scar and grian's dynamic. mumbo and the boys have been kidnapped, scarian are forced to work together and they don't entirely trust one another, and they're running on limited time. and it's through this situation that they're forced to learn about each other. scar learns just how far grian's kindness goes, how he views the world. and grian starts to get some insight into why scar behaves the way that he does.

we see scar step in to defend grian against taurtis the first time under the guise of being offended at taurtis' bad negotiation skills, and not even knowing himself why he steps in! it's the first time scar sees the depth of grian's humanity and his guilt and his care for the ones that he loves. and then in turn, grian learns why scar is so apathetic and uncaring and there's some sort of understanding the two of them reach. it drives me SO insane fae. I cannot express.

AND THE GRIM REAPER STUFF MMMMMMMMM WE'RE GONNA COME BACK TO THAT. IT'S GONNA BE GLORIOUS. I've got some scar story that are gonna make people go INSANE when I drop it. it makes me want to gnaw on my arm man

songbird!scar is just so delightful to me, and I really love writing him a lot. his relationship to mumbo and then to grian is SO fun to examine, and we'll definitely be doing more of that in arc 3. I'm really glad that people love him as much as I do because <3333

[carpentersghost]

Hi!! Idk if you take request but would you ever write Sam cute wlw headcanons or fanfic or maybe even smut *wink wink* lol she's so underrated I would take crumbs

hi!! i don't take requests because i don't receive any; but if anyone had a request/idea in mind, i'd want to give it my best try so they're welcome!! if i'm uncomfortable with a request or simply don't think i can write it well enough, i'll say that as well so no harm's done.

that being said, i certainly do want to write sam into cute scenarios because she absolutely deserves it. i actually wrote a pretty soft drabble for her (and posted it not too long ago)!

also, i’ve never written smut nor am i confident enough in my abilities as of right now. i do imply things and like just begin it but (again), it’s mostly implied. maybe in the future? won't be saying never.

as for wlw headcanons- i did want to list some under the cut:

sam has known about her attraction to women for years, since she was a teenager, but never formally had a 'coming out'

after moving to new york, and before beginning any sort of serious relationship, mindy was sam's wingwoman for a short period of time

at the beginning of the night, sam starts off as the big spoon but when the morning comes she's somehow always the little spoon

sam isn't a fan of physical touch, more so since the murders in Woodsboro in 2022, but she finds that to be false whenever around her s/o

it's late and i'm sleepy so that's all i've got for now!

[finniestoncrane]

Ooo requests are open! Honestly LOVE your blog, it got me inspired to write again!

Could i get the nastiest, most toe curling, mouth watering smut with arkham riddler 👀👌💗

Make it all yours! I dont mind anything ♡ and again amazing blog 10/10 writer and amazing person ♡

Just A Taste

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.6k um thank you so much for giving me some free reign it was nice to do something that was sort of open u-u which speaking of, i went female reader but it's really kind of afab, reader has a vagina and obvious breasts but the language should be gender neutral (apart from one good girl) so works for anyone with a those body parts 💚 also thank you for being so nice to me ;-; you are also an amazing person, 100/10 for being so sweet and cute u-u request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: oral sex giving and receiving, suggestive language, daddy!kink, begging, straight up sex, fingering, i put my whole clit into this honestly i love him so much

In moments of boredom, you liked to go to the workroom and watch Ed tinker with his projects. Getting to see his nimble fingers, strong forearms, working on his passion projects, his tongue poked out in concentration, sweat beading above his little goggles. Nothing turned you on more. And sometimes, he’d let you help. As long as it wasn’t too dangerous, he would get you to pass him tools, test a switch, turn something on for the first time. And you were always reminded how good you were afterwards.

“I have to assume that it’s you sneaking around in here, and not that idiot detective come to ruin my plans?”

“It’s me!” You were giggling like a kid, happy that he had heard you, noticed your presence. As you rounded the corner you could see his legs sticking out from underneath whatever it was he was currently working on, legs sticking out, feet planted on the floor so he could shuffle himself back out as he laid on the creeper. Wheeling himself out, he took you in, smiling at you, before returning under to continue his work.

“Do you need any help, Eddie?”

“Uh…ok, sure.”

You were giddy with excitement. Sometimes, he could be distant, it was difficult to get his attention. And you were desperate for it, desperate for him. So any crumb, even if it meant hanging around in his disgusting work room doing some work for him, was better than nothing.

“What do you want me to do, sir?”

“Uh, ahem, you see that uh…you see the blue button on the front there?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Aha…ok, push it when I say so. You’ll have to put a bit of effort behind it, it’s kind of stiff still.”

“Oh my, I think I can handle something stiff.”

There was silence, but you could see him squirming. It drove Eddie mad when you were flirtatious. He had no idea how to react to it. Over your time together, he’d tried different approaches. Flirting back, telling you off, now he just awkwardly ignored it. But you could tell he enjoyed it, and you were sure if his face wasn’t underneath a pile of machinery and covered in motor oil and dark smudges, you’d be able to see his cheeks blushing a rosy pink.

You searched for the button, noticing that it was a bit high up, right in the centre of the front of whatever this hunk of junk was. To get to it, you stood to the side of Eddie, teasing at your skirt modestly before your brain clicked on. Stepping over him silently, trying not to alert him to your position, you stood, one foot on either side of Ed’s body, legs spread apart and skirt offering a view of your underwear.

“You ready?”

“Absolutely, Eddie.”

“Ok…hit it.”

You pressed hard, but nothing happened.

“Huh…ok, try again.”

And again, nothing. A soft sputtering noise from somewhere within the metal chamber behind the button, but then silence.

“Are you pushing it right?”

“Am I pushing a button right?”

“Ok let me just...”

Eddie wheeled himself out again, trying to see what could possibly be going wrong. You stayed still, inspecting the button, trying to act like you were so focused on what could be going wrong, as if you had any clue, pretending to be completely unaware of how exposed you were above him.

“Uh, if you…maybe try the…uh…i-if…the button further down…if you crouch a little?”

“Oh, sure, no problem, sir!”

You lowered yourself slightly, offering him a better view of you.

From below you, Eddie licked his lips, admiring the way your panties barely covered your entrance, noting the light outline of your lips against the thin fabric. He could feel his arousal growing, the pit in his stomach tightening as he felt his length harden.

“Is that doing anything for you, Eddie?”

“Ah..aha…um…yeah, but uh…maybe, can you see underneath, you might need to come a little lower still…if that’s ok?”

“Absolutely, Eddie.”

He was drooling, having to lean forward slightly to prevent from choking, the closeness making it worse though as he could feel the heat radiating from you, smell the scent of your arousal, could practically taste you on his tongue which he now realised he was holding outside of his mouth in anticipation.

“Ed?” You angled yourself, bending over to stare into his eyes. “You ok?”

His calloused hands took hold at the back of your calves, pushing up and hooking his deft fingers into your underwear, sliding them down and letting them drop against him as you stood out of them, kicking them to the side before returning to the crouched position you held over him. Following the bend of your legs and snaking over your thighs, curving around your hips and pulling at you, he was tugging at your body until you were lowering yourself onto him, leaning back to position your body on his chest. He swatted at your right thigh with his hand.

“No. Face.” He removed his hands from you briefly to remove his goggles and glasses.

Pushing you back up, you slowly lowered your body down, the heat of his breath warm against your splayed entrance, his nose the first thing that came into contact with your tingling skin.

“Not enough, please. Please, sit on me. Ride my face.”

“Jesus, Ed!” You were pleasantly surprised by his sudden crass and desperate desires, but you weren’t able to tease anymore out of him, as his fingers were digging tight into your upper thighs, pulling you till you landed on your knees, one leg either side of his face, completely on him as he pressed his tongue up and into you, hungrily lapping at your slick.

From his mouth, a myriad of whimpers and mewls came forth, moaning against you and vibrating through your core as he worked his jaw around your folds, his tongue flicking around inside and out, the ministrations of his lips and teeth almost impossible to bear against the rough skin of his hands which soothed over your thighs. Each time you lifted yourself to give him time to breath he brought you crashing back down again, unafraid of losing conscious if it meant not having your cunt pressed tight against his wide-open mouth.

As you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to at least hold him back for a few seconds to regain your composure, you could make out some mumbling. Easing off of him, you listened intently to his pleading whines.

“More.”

You stood up on shaking legs, offering a hand out which Edward took and heaved himself up with. Almost blushing at embarrassment at his previous efforts, he lifted his vest up, exposing his soft stomach and surprisingly muscular chest, wiping your juices from his chin and clearing his throat. His tongue drifted out from between his lips, tasting what remained of you, the lingering flavour seeming to spur him on again as he grabbed you and held you against the wall, lips crushing against yours to the point where you could taste yourself on him. It mingled with the faint hint of grease, sweat and oil, the metallic tang of Eddie. You bit his lip, letting your tongue pass over where you had nipped at him, lazily drawing it down his throat and chest.

With his hands free, he lifted your shirt up and off, grasping almost violently at your breasts, his roughened fingertips squeezing at your nipples as he teased them out, rolling them between his knuckles. Moving his palms to your elbows, he brought you back up, standing against him, locked in a kiss that was mostly teeth and groans.

Under your skirt, his fingers were teasing at your folds, covered in your arousal, dipping tentatively in, just enough to have you jutting forward into him, trying to get them further within you. But he held back, bringing them out softly, trailing them up and down your lips as your voice got lost in the moans.

“Tell me-no…tell daddy you want it.”

“I uh…mhm…I want it daddy, please.”

Turning you round swiftly, knocking the breath from your lungs, he draped you over the workbench, helping you shift yourself on to it with his hands on your hips, before he shifted their focus back to your swollen cunt.

His fingers were the tools, but his strong forearms did the work as he thrust the fingers of one hand into you, hooking up slightly to catch at the spot he knew made you quiver, the other hand stroking softly, swiftly at your clit. His eyes never left yours, and you found yourself straining to keep them open as he brought you closer and quicker to orgasm, his touch alone sending you over the edge, mouth silently praising you, lips able to form the words “good girl” only, all his concentration focused on bringing you to your climax.

And when it came, he left his hands on you, working their ministrations to a slowing pace, not leaving until you were clawing at him, pushing him away as you became overstimulated at the sensation. When you finally managed to sit up slightly, you noticed he was still staring at you, deep into your eyes, pupils blown completely, lips snarling wildly, almost feral. Clearly he wasn’t finished yet.

“I have to go clean up, but you better not. Go wait in the bedroom, I’ll be right in.”

[alstroemeriadissonance]

NXX Turns into Cat - Part 1 (Meowrius)

Each NXX duder turns into a cat. Everyone else—Rosa, mostly—deals with the mess.

Separate Timelines for each NXX duder.

Hijinks and absolute pettiness (pun intended) ensue.

The same thing has been happening in the conference room, yet again.

The din of rising voices escalated gradually at every exchanged line, the argument easily becoming the focus of this week’s meeting. Eventually all the preparations for the meeting: the data projected against the wall, printouts of confidential data, softcopies meant to be pushed to each attendee’s devices—all became worthless.

Even under the dimmed lights of the conference room Marius could easily pick out the shrugging of Rosa’s shoulders; Luke had also quit bothering to be surreptitious with playing his mobile game, even laying his phone flat on the table, its screen showing miniature soldiers fighting for dominance in yet another tower defense game.

“I am telling you right now, Richter, the course of action you are proposing is unwise. Someone has to stay and process the data here in the Headquarters, and the best candidate to do that will be the owner of the sys—”

An elegant, yet seething voice cut in. “If you were listening for the past hour, Wing, I did say that the manual input required for this case is very minimal, and that it can easily be done remotely.”

“You are just looking for excuses to run off with my junior, and as her boss I do not—”

Marius’s ears started to tune out the bickering between the two oldest NXX members, who unfortunately also acted most childishly whenever the point of contention involved a certain someone.

He sighed as he shifted in his seat, uncrossing and crossing his legs. The meeting has been running for more than an hour now, and yet very little has been achieved. 

God. Let this end already. 

The pile of printed documents—all bearing important, confidential information handed to them under the table by Captain Darius Morgan—remained untouched; a good indicator as to how much time had been wasted within the confines of the NXX conference room.

Oddly enough Marius remained reticent all throughout; he kept to himself ever since they started to convene for their regular meeting. 

Usually he would’ve joined the fray, or oftentimes even start the bickering; but all Marius had been doing for the past hour and a half was stare at Rosa, who sat across from him at the conference table. 

One of his hands propped up his chin as he made googoo eyes at her—which the junior lawyer deliberately ignored, her eyes stubbornly glued to the holographic display projected onto the glass wall—while his other hand fiddled with cloth charm that he received a couple of days ago under very, very strange circumstances.

“I just need to hold on to this while making my wish, huh.” Marius’s quiet voice was easily drowned out by the argument now made worse with Luke joining in. His eyes were still glued to his favorite Missy Lawyer, wishing and hoping she’d spare him a glance; maybe even throw him just a crumb of acknowledgement. 

Yet Rosa was still hellbent on ignoring Marius, still upset at the relentless teasing he did while they were waiting for Vyn to arrive at the Headquarters’ lounge before the meeting started. 

Everything had come to a head when he, still riding that exhilarating high he usually experienced whenever he was around her, saw it fit to steal her packed lunch of chicken nuggets and fries.

Then proceeding to eat each and every piece in front of her. 

Marius had meant to buy her a new lunch out of the goodness of his heart—that way she’d have something fresh and hot when lunchtime came—yet he just had to run his mouth and made his already vile deed worse several magnitudes over by proclaiming she deserved something better, maybe cooked by one of the chefs under his family’s employ, believing that the chicken nuggets were merely bought from some fast food joint nearby.

As it turned out, Rosa herself cooked the nuggets, and was particularly proud of how she managed to pull off a certain fast food joint’s secret recipe.

Needless to say, he accidentally wounded her pride in the worst way possible.

How do I make her look at me again? His fingers flipped the small silk charm in his hand over and over, as he looked at her with such pining. Can’t stand the thought of letting the day end without her forgiving me for being such a dumbass.

He sighed once again. 

It seemed that all he could do at this point was to merely sigh. 

No longer seeing the point of the meeting, Marius took out the silken charm from underneath the table, placing it on the glass surface so he could appreciate its details: A cartoonish depiction of a rotund calico cat was embroidered onto the pink silk; Marius found it extremely endearing, for something that had been promised to him as a precious artifact powerful enough to grant wishes.

I wonder…

===

Two days  ago.

“Mr. Von Hagen! Mr. Von Hagen!”

Normally, Marius would ignore any unfamiliar voice who called for him, striding faster in an effort to get away from yet another enterprising distant whoever who saw it fit to take their chances with the ‘young, impressionable Von Hagen’. 

Yet this time, Marius immediately stopped and turned around to face the man, for one simple reason: They were both in the corridor leading to his own bedroom. 

Which meant that the total stranger managed to get past their usually formidable security and infiltrate his family’s private residence. 

Marius was ready to deck the man who dared —and probably whoever was in today’s security detail—but he stopped dead in his tracks the moment he laid his eyes on the little man who trailed him.

To say that the little man was strangely attired was a severe understatement: a voluminous red silken belted robe over loose black trousers; the entire outfit topped off with a black silk ceremonial cap sporting a long tail that trailed along the short man’s back.

The entire costume wasn’t too outrageous by Marius’s standards—he vaguely recognized it from the depictions of Japanese shrine priests he’d seen on television—but the fact that there was a Japanese shrine priest lurking in his home had him pinching the side of his arm to check if he was dreaming or snoozing in the middle of a particularly boring board meeting.

“No, no. This is no dream, I can assure you, Mr. Von Hagen,” the strange looking man simpered. “I am only here to make a delivery. Yes.”

Having had his share of dubious gifts sent his way, Marius had to raise his hand in objection. “Whoa. Hold on there.” He gave the other man a once-over. He wasn’t carrying anything that could be taken as a particularly expensive gift; both of the man’s hands were empty. Maybe there’s a small jewelry box hidden somewhere in those huge sleeves? He threw a cursory glance at the man’s clothing, including the voluminous trousers made of flowy fabric. Maybe something jade?

The Shinto priest’s eyes further narrowed into slits; his mouth curved in a sly grin. “If you are looking for anything suspicious, you will find nothing. No.” His hand finally slipped into one of his trousers’ side pockets, producing a flat embroidered flat silken pouch sealed on one end with an elaborate knot. “This. Take it.” 

Tiny hands grabbed Marius’s closed fist, planting the silk charm onto his palm and closing his fingers over it. “The girl wished for you the best. She is a kind, pure soul.” The priest’s grin widened further. “You are lucky, yes. She got the best luck; she chose to give it away. To you.”

This is getting ridiculous. Marius slipped his own hand into his pocket, pressing the hidden side button of his smartphone designed only to be used whenever his life in his danger; and this was a good moment for him to believe he was indeed in danger: someone snuck into a place where he is most vulnerable, whose behavior was too unpredictable that Marius may probably not be able to talk his way out of it should things go horribly south.

“To use this charm, just hold it in your right hand and make a wish. That’s it. Easy peasy .”

“Hang on. Who sent this? Who’s ‘she’?”

“Eheheh. That, Mr. Von Hagen, is a trade secret.” Marius could almost make out a flashing of teeth as the man grinned. “An exchange of favors, then? Yes?”

Marius gulped. He had listened to many proposals enough for him to know that agreeing to anything with this sort of person, even verbally, was dangerous.

“I’m just asking who she is. Not interested in making a blind deal, old man.”

The device was supposed to send the closest security to his location within a matter of a single minute or less; yet Marius found himself still talking—and trying to suss out more details on the gift and the identity of the sender—for way longer than a few minutes and yet no one has arrived yet.

Shit. Did he…?

No. Impossible.

“...like I said, Mr. Von Hagen, if there is no exchange, then I am honor-bound not to let you know who she is, no.” 

“Alright. Okay, how about this, then. How the hell did you manage to get here?”

“I have my ways, yes.”

Marius had a few choice words for that kind of sassy reply—some people actually did pull that on him—yet he was briefly distracted by a small flash of light off the other end of the corridor behind the suspicious man, his eyes only leaving him for a few seconds. “Wait—what hap—”

Then, a flick of a bushy tail in the shadows.

“—pened…”

When he set his sights back to where the priest stood, there was no other soul in the otherwise empty corridor but his. 

A few seconds later frantic footsteps thumped across the carpet; security had finally arrived, and each and every one of them swore that only less than a minute passed between them receiving his distress signal and their arrival at the scene.

A later review of CCTV footage revealed that Marius was standing by himself in the corridor for a few moments; no one was with him, strange-looking little man or otherwise.

Marius had then chalked the hallucination up to work fatigue.

But the silk charm was still in his fist.

===

Loud scuffling sounds pulled Marius away from his reverie. Artem and Vyn would have already traded blows, if it weren’t for Luke restraining Artem by holding onto his arms and Rosa doing the same to Vyn, trying her hardest not to let go. 

Look at her. Wish she’d hold on to me like that, Marius idly mused as he ran his thumb across the charm’s smooth fabric, conveniently ignoring the context behind why Rosa was clinging to the doctor’s arms. I wish she’d hold me, tell me I’m a good boy …

…

…

…

“Meow.”

===

“What the actual fuck.”

Luke ran towards Marius’s chair. “Marius. God fucking damnit I can’t deal with your stupid jokes right now.” His voice came out strangled in utter frustration as he stared at the slate gray-colored cat sitting on a pile of Marius’s discarded clothing, heaped haphazardly all over the latter’s seat. “This is the worst time to be pulling jokes, Marius. Come out now, or I’ll make sure the Von Hagens won’t have their next generation.”

Vyn let out an inelegant snort. “I suppose our squabbling bored him. If you only listened to reason, Wing, instead of forcing onto me your insecurities—”

“All of us can see through you, Richter—”

Luke had had enough. “Hey, Watson. Remember how we fixed this kind of problem back in middle school?”

“Wait what do you mean—oh.” Rosa's lips slowly cracked into a smile as comprehension dawned on her. “Yeah. How we always solved quarrels in the playground back then?” She winked. “Let’s do it, for old time’s sake.”

“That’s my Watson. On the count of three, then… One.” Luke cracked his gloved knuckles. “Two.”

Artem and Vyn, both too preoccupied with each other, failed to notice the other two sneaking into position behind them: Luke once again behind Artem, and Rosa slinking into Vyn’s shadow.

“Three..”

Luke and Rosa both grabbed and pulled the back of the other two’s collars, then—not giving Artem nor Vyn any chance to react—collided Artem’s and Vyn’s heads against each other’s with such force, that the impact produced a thud sound loud enough to make Rosa wince.

Vyn let out a scathing string of unheard-of curses; Artem held his throbbing, stinging forehead quietly as he doubled over in pain.

“Right. Have you guys had enough already?” Luke crossed his arms, glaring at his older colleagues carefully rubbing at the red, swollen lumps forming on their foreheads. “I would have just stuffed both of you in a Get Along shirt, but I never expected I’d see use of it in a room full of adults, so I don’t have one in my pocket.” He jerked his thumb towards the cat now rolling on the glass conference table. “Can we now move on to whatever shit Marius just pulled?”

Vyn let out a long, pained sigh. He was about to retort, but bit back his words as soon as he realized that it was Rosa who pushed his head towards Artem’s. “Fine,” he snapped. “Let us review the security footage in the server room.”

===

Yet looping the footage that captured the exact moment when Marius was replaced with a cat yielded absolutely nothing. “It’s not even edited,” Luke murmured as he ran that particular clip in his own laptop over and over, at the same time checking for any telltale irregularities in the footage’s metadata in a separate window. “The video is clean.”

Artem walked over to Luke and peered at the detective’s screen. “If it’s clean, then what does that mean about whatever Marius did?”

Luke merely shrugged. “I’m at a loss. Either Marius really did disappear, or…” He craned his neck to look outside the server room door, right at the spot where Marius’s seat was located. “Is there a trap door…? Vyn?”

However, Vyn wasn’t paying attention to their review of the footage—which he himself proposed—and was instead in the middle of a hushed conversation with Rosa, while Luke and Artem were busy trying to make heads or tails of Marius’s disappearance. “He looks like a Russian Blue,” Luke heard Vyn whisper as the doctor peered at the wide-eyed slender cat currently ensconced in her arms, purring loudly as it licked its paw. “Color-wise, he is a Marius -like cat indeed.”

She giggled. “He acts very Marius too.” 

“With how he bit my finger? Yes.” Vyn concurred, as if he wasn’t talking to someone who played a big part in inflicting the unsightly bump on his forehead. “Mayhap this is really Marius. If so, I very much prefer him to stay in this form.”

“Hey, Vyn, can you please stop flirting with Rosa for a second and work with me?” Luke groused, almost about to lose it himself. If Vyn pushed even a bit further, his trained fist may even find its way to the doctor’s irritatingly pretty face. “Please?” 

Vyn tsk-ed. “I was merely staying out of your way,” he muttered as he approached Luke. “Well?”

Luke tapped onto the CCTV screen that displayed the portion of the floor underneath Marius’s chair. “I was going to ask if this basement allows for things like trapdoors.”

Silver hair oscillated as Vyn shook his head. “Impossible. As you said, this is the basement. There are no other floors underneath, only this building’s foundation and the bedrock it is anchored to.”

Luke buried his face in his hands. Well then. 

“I…I don’t have anything else to say. That cat,” he pointed to the one now purring loudly in Rosa’s arms, “Is Marius. Unless I am mistaken. Whatever.” He threw up his hands, pulling away from the CCTV panel after he tucked his laptop underneath his arm, slinking out of the server room. “I give up. Just call me when I’m needed.”

The detective silently gathered his things and noped out of NXX Headquarters.

“Um. Mr. Wing? Dr. Richter?” Rosa piped up as she watched the two men gather their own things after Luke. “What do I do with Marius here?”

Artem looked at the cat warily. “My apartment building does not allow for pets, unfortunately.”

“I cannot take care of a pet,” Vyn said a little too quickly. “I have too much on my plate right now. But for you, Rosa, I can explore other options that we could take. Like surrendering the cat to a shelter—”

“NO!” Rosa tightened her hold on the gray cat, its small vibrating body now pressed firmly against her chest. “We will not hand Marius over to a shelter. You hear me? No!”

“Rosa, listen to reason, please.” Artem started to loosely fold the Pax acting CEO’s garments, slipping them inside a foldaway shopping bag he always kept in his briefcase in case of any sudden grocery runs. “A shelter will attend to a cat’s needs better than a busy attorney who lives alone.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Ohh, so if it’s against Marius, both of you know how to agree with each other.” She shifted her hold on the cat, letting it nuzzle and lick her chin. “I’ll be taking care of him then.”

Rosa gently slipped her hands underneath the cat’s front legs and held it out in front of her. “Aren’t you such a cutie pie?” she cooed in a singsong voice. “I’ll take you home tonight!”

The cat squirmed a little in her grasp. “Nyaa.”

Hearing those words—and finally understanding just how intent his rose was in looking after the cat’s welfare—Vyn said, “Let me drive you to the nearest pet—”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this Dr. Richter!” Rosa cut in with a forced cheer as she gathered her things with one arm; her other arm already full of purring cat. “Do your stuff!”

Artem also could not help but take his chances to see if he could outdo Vyn this time. “I can help you with that, Ro—”

“Nuh-uh!” Rosa interrupted her boss with as much forced enthusiasm as she did with the doctor, already well on her way towards the door. “I know you’re also swamped with work, Mr. Wing. Don’t worry about me, this is all taken care of.” She winked as she pushed open the heavy glass door with her hips.

Then, under her breath: “Assholes.”

===

An hour’s worth of pet supplies shopping later.

Rosa finally made it to her apartment, flopping onto her sofa as soon as she reached her living room. The cat—which she already called Marius, even if the veracity of the cat being him was still debatable—then proceeded to jump onto the carpet. It rubbed its warm, purring body against her calves that ached after all the walking she did, while carrying a cat and several shopping bags, at the same time. 

“Meow.”

She reached down to give it a few chin scritches. “You’re cute, Marius.” The cat then let out another mewl of delight, then rolled onto his back, as if beckoning Rosa to touch its fluffy belly.

“This isn’t a trap, is it?” Rosa said, as if she was certain that Marius could understand her even in its feline form.

“Myaa.”

Rosa exhaled, then proceeded to tempt fate by running a hand across its belly…which promptly sprung the cat trap, as she initially expected. 

All four paws ‘captured’ her hand, with the forepaws dragging sharp claws across the skin near her wrist.

“Ow! I knew it—” Rosa hissed in pain, rubbing at the growing welts on her scratch-streaked skin. “You’re still a gremlin, no matter what form.” 

Grumbling, she pushed herself off the sofa then—after dabbing alcohol onto her shallow cat-inflicted scratches—set out to do her chores before tiredness could latch onto her for the rest of the night.

After a few minutes she managed to lay out everything a cat may need for a week’s stay: assorted cat food, litter box with a bag of litter sand, a few cat toys, among other sundry cat care items. “I think that’s about it.” Rosa then turned towards Marius, intending to let the cat familiarize itself with the location of the litter box. 

However, it wasn’t by the foot of the sofa where she last saw it. “Marius?”

No response.

Refusing to give in to panic worsened by fatigue—there was no reason for her to worry: her apartment was perfectly sealed and there were no open windows, not even gaps underneath her door that even the sneakiest cat could slip through—Rosa took a deep breath and counted 10 to 1 slowly to calm herself down, just as Dr. Richter had instructed her after he witnessed her losing utter shit in front of him not too long ago.

She crept to the kitchen, thinking that the remnants of last night’s chicken nuggets may have attracted its attention. “Marius?” 

There was still no hide nor hair of cat to be found, even as she moved the oven so she could peek behind it. “Marius…don’t you like chicken?” 

She remembered just how upset she was for the stunt he pulled with her chicken nuggets this morning; yet Rosa was already more than willing to forgive Marius as long as she could find the cat safe and not caught up in something that could harm or injure it. “Marius?”

“Mrowr.” The sound was faint, and quite a few ways away from where she stood. 

Is Marius upstairs?

Rosa quickly made her way towards her upstairs loft bedroom, making sure to proceed slowly with light footfalls to avoid startling the feline. “Marius…”

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as soon as she turned on the bedroom lights.

There was Marius, indeed, in all his slate-gray furry glory…perched on an opened drawer full of her underwear and lingerie.

Draped over its head were her still unused red silk panties, which she bought with the intention of having something to use...in the event of something spicy possibly happening during a totally platonic, just friends only date. 

“Meow.”

“MARIUS. VON. HAGEN. PUT IT BACK. NOW.” Rosa, utterly mortified, lunged towards the cat without thinking. 

“MROWR!”

Her loudly expressed humiliation may have started the Marius-cat; it jumped out of her reach, her silken panties still wrapped around its body even as it dashed downstairs. 

“Marius!” Her face burning red with shame, Rosa clambered down after him in an effort to retrieve her Just in Case underwear. “Come back here!” Agony saturated her embarrassed cries. “PLEASE!”

“Mrowr.” Still intent on hiding away from Rosa and possibly any perceived hostility aimed towards it, the cat hopped onto the windowsill, trying to wedge itself between the glass wall and a large crystal vase full of water and freshly-cut roses.

Oh no. No. No!!

Her cries of “Marius” were completely drowned out by the sound of glass shattering onto the floor; myriad glittering pieces clattering across the smooth linoleum.

===

“Heya. Um. Luke?” 

“...Hahaha what?” Rosa found herself laughing despite having traces of tears running down her cheeks. “You totally expected this to happen?”

A smile slowly formed on her lips as she listened to her childhood friend through her phone’s speaker. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hanging around waiting for me to call you.” A pause. “What?”

She laughed again as Luke told her that yes, he had been on a stake out in a nearby convenience store for a couple of hours as he waited for her SOS.

“Whew. I love you Luke,” she told her childhood friend, drunk in such utter relief. “You’re a lifesaver. Come on up, I’ll leave the door open for you.”

Her mood had lifted considerably as soon as she cut the call, placing the phone beside her on the sofa.

She then took a deep breath and buried her face in her hands, staying put on the sofa as she waited for Luke. Right. In a few minutes Luke will be here with some warm food, and he’ll help out with the clean-up…

Rosa stayed in that position—face in hands, breathing slowly and deeply—until she heard a slightly morose “Mrowr.”

After taking one last deep breath, Rosa peeled her hands away from her face, allowing herself to look at the gray cat sitting by her feet. It was no longer wearing her sinful panties—they must have been dropped somewhere as the cat scampered around for a hiding place—and instead had a piece of leftover chicken nugget clamped between its jaws.

Marius-cat then placed the chicken nugget by her feet.

“Meow.” It looked at her with wide, blown-out pupils, as if begging for attention.

Or  forgiveness?

“Oh, you.” Relenting, she picked up the gray cat by the scruff and let it perch on her lap. “Are you trying to say sorry, Marius?”

“Mrrr.” It rubbed its body against her stomach, then promptly curled up on her thighs. The barely-there vibration of its satisfied purring soothed Rosa somewhat, and she gathered the cat into her arms, holding it close against her bosom.

“You think a chicken nugget is enough for me to forgive you?” A fingertip gently booped its pink, moist nose. “Nuh-uh. You have to behave, Marius. Not even being a cute cat gives you a pass!”

“Myaa.”

Rosa giggled. “Oh you.” She nuzzled the top of its head, cooing at him gently as she relished the soft fur tickling her nose. “You’re such a good boy after all, giving me that nugg—”

Neither Rosa nor Marius—Marius von Hagen, human—could comprehend what exactly happened, but there he was, in all his naked glory, lying over Rosa’s lap.

Both of them were too stunned to even react. 

Rosa, in particular, was too stunned to even properly react to having a totally naked man, with all bits accounted for, on the same sofa as her.

Being a bit too large for the furniture, Marius’s arm dangled over the edge of the upholstery, his hand chancing upon something smooth that got caught in his fingers when he—in a rare flash of clarity—saw it fit to cover his delicate bits with both of his hands.

The sight of smooth, vivid red—Rosa’s missing panties—making contact with Marius’s manhood was the catalyst for the night’s climax.

Rosa screamed into high heavens, her brain now on the fritz with shock and humiliation. She frantically pushed and kicked Marius to the carpet. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PANTIES?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!! I DON’T KNOW!!” Marius cried out as he shielded himself from Rosa’s frenzied kicking with one arm, his other arm desperately trying to protect what remained of his now shredded dignity. “I DON’T KNOW!!”

This was the tableau that greeted Luke as soon as he stepped into Rosa’s apartment.

===

Back in the NXX Headquarters, Conference Room. The next day.

“Miiiiissssssy. Look at me, pleaaaaase,” Marius groveled in front of Rosa, who was seated in her usual swivel chair, arms crossed and still refusing to look at him. “I didn’t mean it! I swear. God.”

There were many conspicuous traces of mauling evident on his person: several patches of gauze taped over particularly bad cuts—some of them Vyn had to redo himself as they were shoddily done by the same person who doled out the injuries—and medical tape wound over a portion of his left hand that for some reason held Rosa’s unspeakable scrap of garment all throughout the thrashing.

Marius laid down on his back by Rosa's feet as he continued to grovel, as if he was still a cat begging for a belly rub. “MISSY. PLEASE.”

A few paces the three other men looked on at the pathetic exchange unfolding right in front of them, with varying degrees of indifference on their faces.

“I told Rosa Marius would be better off living the rest of his life as a cat,” Vyn whispered as he watched, with barely held back amusement, Rosa’s mule-clad foot jab at one of Marius’s bandaged cheeks. “But even as a cat the brat still manages to be an absolute imp. Incredible.”

Luke shook his head. “Nah, it’s better that he’s back to normal.”

Vyn had to raise an eyebrow. “Interesting. I thought you hated Marius.”

“I can see why,” Artem passively watched as Rosa tried to flip Marius over with both her feet. “Kicking a cat is a criminal offense.”

“Aaaand Marius is fair game.” Luke said, with finality.

[siberat]

“Well, this ice cream will melt if I just keep jaw flapping. *Picks up ice cream dish* How about we try this? It is my favorite flavor too, mint fluorite chip smothered in rich, rose-pink sauce. Of course, topped off with a heaping mountain of whipped cream. Garnished with a light and airy cookie rod to add a nice, pleasant crunch. *Licks lips* Now, if you don’t mind me, I must shovel some of this frozen treat into my mouth. *Hums in enjoyment*

Oh, this is very good! But I must take it slow, or I will get a processor freeze, right?

Oh, by the way, thank you for weighing in on the cups up versus cups down discussion! Several agreed with my thought that they should be top-side down. However, one anonymous user did make an important statement. It reads as follows: *clears throat* My team prefers to face the glasses up because “ it’s so the glasses don’t get dirty from touching the cabinet,” but I think it’s shuttlescrap, clearly you’re right, and they need to be faced down to not collect dust.”

Well, I sure don’t want to cause a rift between you and your team. *Bites a cookie rod, crumbs flying everywhere* Oh, do pardon my mess. But if I may offer a simple solution- just clean the cabinets, that way the top of the cups won't get dirty. *Winks*

Oh, and Alcorian pips in as well. *Optics widen* ‘The cups should absolutely be placed upside-down in the cabinet, and Rat/chet’s behavior frankly horrifies me /lh’ *Laughs* Oh my, sometimes I simply wonder what goes through that old mech’s processor, right? Ultimately, I let him put them away how he wishes and go behind him and fix it. I haven’t heard him complain about that yet. *Face goes deep in thought* However, I do receive some glares from time to time. Do you think he knows? *Shrugs*

Let’s move on to the next question. As well as the next dish. I sure polished off this ice cream! *Shows empty dish* Hmmm… what would be a good selection? Oh, how about some stuffed shells? * Picks up the bowl and shows the camera* Don’t these look scrumptious? Lithium-based noodles in the shape of a fun, large shell stuffed with three types of cheeses- one being ricotta cheese. *Face lights up in glee* Yes, that is my most fav type of cheese! But also, the sauce is vibrant and is seasoned with copper, zinc, and iron. *Grabs a shell and takes a large bite* Very good!

Wow, we have a lot of shy watchers, don’t we? It’s alright; this is a safe place. I promise I won’t bite! *Playfully winks* Another anon asks: “Is Rat/chet keeping things simple with Cyber/tronian dishes, or did he also gather up some organic/earth-based foods to add to the menu?” Well, while our digestive tracts are indeed powerful enough to digest ores, metals, and minerals, Earth-based foods can be consumed, but they do not provide much nutritional value. I have tried a few, mainly those Little Debbie snacks… *Sheepishly smiles* Those Swiss rolls look good. However, like most Earth-based foods… they can give one indigestion and…well…. Some terrible gas. *Covers mouth with a servo* Please excuse me for being so vulgar, but hey, you chose the topic! * Polishes off one stuffed shell and picks up another*

Regarding Rat/chet’s cooking… * Optics dart back and forth* Let’s just say it is improving. Being such a busy Doctor tending to his patients, he would opt for quick meals instead of tasty ones. Meaning, he would eat a lot of microwaved dishes. *Crinkles nose and sticks tongue out* Yuck! They were like chewing tires with how rubbery they were! However, he has improved, mainly due to my teaching him how to cook. *Bites lip* Well, when I don’t cook for him, that is. He can make simpler meals that still taste good. But if you ask me, I am the better chef!

Oh, look….* Shows empty bowl* All done! Those hit the spot! Now, it’s time for some creamy and sweet flan! This cute cylinder-esque dessert is small but satisfying! * Picks up the dish, cuts a sliver, and eats it.*  The texture is silky smooth! It tastes like vanilla and caramel! This will make my tummy very happy, wouldn’t you say?

Alright, onto the next ask. SWSuperior asks: “So, how does it feel to betray the Decep/ticons?” *Gives deadpan stare.* Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say I betrayed the Decep/ticons, but more, the Decep/ticons betrayed us. *Eats another forkful of flan* So, yes, I used to be a part of the other faction; this is true. And while I am all for the equal treatment of all Cyber/tronians, the ‘Con’s idea of peace and victory depended entirely on violence and tyranny. I once stood behind Mega/tron and served as his minion. I have done countless things I regret- and I will not go into further detail about them. At the time, the promise of equality seemed such a dream! *shrugs*

But in the end, that was an illusion. Sure, I wanted a change. I was sick of living on the streets, being treated like trash, and using drugs to escape reality. The Decep/ticons promised that change. They vowed to rise out of the darkness and become so much more. *Sighs deeply* Unfortunately, that cost the ultimate price. How many mech’s suffered and died because of this promise?

Too many. And while in the beginning, I stood with the ‘Cons, somewhere along the lines, what they stood for warped into something so vile and nasty. Suddenly, being equal wasn’t enough. Now, the end game was to dominate. *Shakes helm in disappointment* What we initially were fighting against was what we were becoming.

And I didn’t like that. Not one bit. *Eats the last bit of flan* I want everybody to be treated with the kindness and respect they deserve. Mechs shouldn’t have to fear ridicule for their beliefs or have to work the streets because of their alt mode. Everyone deserves to be happy. And free.

Guess what? *Grins and shows empty plate* Time to pick another dish! Oh, I just loved that sweet dessert! I think I need another. Which shall it be? *Optics scan the table* That cake sure looks yummy, right? But I think I’ll save that for later. Oh! *Optics widen* I know what I want! Lava cake! *Twiddles fingers in excitement*

Look at this beauty! *Shows camera* Rich, moist chocolate cake with even more iced ener-cream on top! And let’s not forget it’s lava cake…* Cuts a chunk out, allowing liquid goo to flow out* Inside is this luscious liquid that’s sweet and warm, contrasting the coldness of the ice cream nicely. *Takes a bite, optics closing as he hums* Oh, this is divine! But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about how my food tastes this entire livestream, so let's take another note, shall we? *Reads over datapad*

This next question reads: “Out of everything you’ve ever eaten, what is your absolute favorite?” Well, thank you, anon, for asking! This is a rather tough one, to be honest. There are several dishes that I go bonkers over! *Dreamy look washes over his face* I love the full course, hearty meals, such as roasted cyber-turkey with mashed chromium potatoes, stuffing made from talc and calcium, and some fresh crystal beans! Very filling! *Rubs belly*

Oh my, would you look at this? *Pats a rounded belly* Well, it looks like I have been enjoying this meal! Just look at how full my tummy is! With all the fun and excitement of this livestream, I simply haven’t noticed how much food I have been packing down, huh? *Wags a finger* I bet you all knew and were too polite to say anything. Am I right? *Gives belly a pat*

But my favorite meal has to be Toshikoshi Soba noodles. This is a special dish to be eaten on New Year's Eve to start the New Year off with a clean slate and bring you good luck. These noodles are made from wodginite and are very easy to cut. *Hints a smile* The cutting of the noodles symbolizes letting go of the previous year’s hardships, in case you wanted to know. The soup consists of cyber-fish broth, shandite sauce, and sweet rhodium wine. *Continues eating cake* Oh, and I usually put in some cyber-fish cakes and dried seaweed and garnish it off with some feldspar. *Gives a chef’s kiss* The spectacular dish always lightens my mood! *Scraps plate clean*

Wow, that was tasty! And my belly is feeling awfully huge right now! *Sets plate down* This plating is starting to get tight. I don’t know how much room I have left. And I have so many more dishes I wanted to try and share with you! *Belly grumbles* Oh my! Did you hear that? Sounds like my paunch is starting to talk to you all as well! Let’s hope it adds to our engaging conversation, right?

Let’s move on to the next question- and dish. Shall we?”

… ……

Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dr/ift, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another TF character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear swordsmech can handle all that food infront of him!

( if your ask didn’t get answered, I am saving some for other rounds)

Also, you can send you ask in as another TF char if you want! Have fun with them! ( I need more questions hint hint… running low*

[khalesci]

have not dropped spicy headcanons in forever so here have these bc I have come to some realizations

primal kink. marking kink. breeding kink. size kink. praise kink. judge her accordingly.

hella into body worship, both ways around.

little bit of an exhibitionist. just a little. moreso into private exhibitionism for a partner and risky public sex.

highly prefers dominance from a partner in bed. she likes the display of power and the freedom of letting someone else have more control, and she can be a bit of a pillow princess sometimes. but she does have her limits and she mostly prefers *soft* dominance, like you can't be mean to her or she will make you leave. absolutely no humiliation / degradation. you worship her or you die.

has an extremely high sex drive and a lot of stamina so good luck keeping up with her. will wake up in the middle of the night and want to go again. can get very frustrated if she is ignored repeatedly (I am staring directly at Hizdahr and Daario). she is a very physical and sexual person and needs that release, and it can affect her daily moods if she isn't getting it on the regular. honestly for a while there Irri was the only reason she wasn't snapping at everyone on a daily basis, everyone say thank you to Irri.

favorite positions are missionary or riding. basically she wants the eye contact and to be able to touch her partner.

very tactile. will pull her partner's hair and leave scratches and love bites everywhere, and she's not gentle about it. likes the same in reverse, too.

most sensitive around her breasts, neck, and thighs.

your neck is hers now, sorry not sorry.

she's . . . extra warm. I will not elaborate.

sex with her is typically rough in general. she likes the intensity and doesn't mind a little pain, though she can appreciate tenderness before and after. that mix is probably the best combination to her tbh.

loud af. a bit of a screamer. if it's good, she *cannot* be quiet, she will be whimpering and moaning the whole time. if she is quiet, you are not doing your job right.

doesn't really worry about any sort of contraceptive methods because she is under the (false) belief that she can't get pregnant. she will drink moon tea in any timeline where she knows she can, but that's it. her approach is basically *fuck it, we ball*.

big fan of receiving oral. honestly if you eat her out well enough you pretty much own her soul.

sex is easier for her than romance because sex can be purely physical but romance involves a level emotional vulnerability that is hard for her to share. she knows how people perceive her and that people want her at a superficial level, and sometimes that's enough for something purely physical. she doesn't trust people enough to give her heart away easily, but at the same time, she can be prone to idealizing relationships as more than they are (again looking at Daario) because she desires true emotional intimacy, even if it's hard for her to share it with others. she is desperate for love, so much that she has settled for infatuation before, if only so she could have a *crumb* of it.

[frecklystars]

Nobody gets to dictate how you recover. Everyone heals differently, and for someone to tell you that just because you're not suffering the way they think you should be, that you're suddenly "faking it" is nonsense at best. You've been so brave and strong throughout this incredibly difficult time, and nobody can tell you how to go about your recovery. Your pain and your healing are all your own. There's no right or wrong way to recover. You are one of the strongest people I know, and we're all so proud of you. Everyone wants to see you thrive, and however that comes, we're rooting for you. If anyone ever says otherwise, send em my way and I'll fight em.🥊🥊

SHEPARD!!! 🥺🥺🥺 Aw dude thank you so much for sending me a reassuring reminder, I super appreciate you. I haven't felt very strong or brave at all during this whole horrible ordeal, but I admire that you think I am... that means a lot to me... and damn you're PROUD of me?? god thank you so much, holy smokes 😭😭💙

"Everyone wants to see you thrive, we're rooting for you" man I didn't now how much I needed to hear that until you said it.... I keep worrying I'm inconveniencing people -- but that's on me, I'm focusing on the wrong things. I should be focusing more on your support you've all given me, I should focus on the fact that you're cheering for me. You guys want me to heal....? I didn't even realize that until you literally just spelled it out for me lolol;;; I shouldn't be worried about the few crumbs of people who might think bad things about me, that might not even happen, I am stressed for absolutely nothing!!! And even if someone were to possibly say something mean to me, I'd just block them without even reading the message, so why should it even matter?

That amount of people is so miniscule compared to the hundreds of you, the flood of supportive messages I have been receiving, all of you telling me you want me to heal. That's really helping me Shepard, thank you so much. I shouldn't focus on worrying about what people could think of me, when I already know what my friends/followers think of me, that the great majority of you are all completely understanding and you don't expect me to stay stuck like this forever.

I will continue to remind myself that you want me to heal, that me reclaiming these triggers is a good thing and it's something you guys would want me to do, that healing isn't linear and I'm bound to have my ups and downs and that 99% of you will recognize that, you aren't going to accuse me of anything just because I have a good or bad day. I must focus on your support!!!! I must focus on you guys, not anyone who might try to bring me down!!!! 💪✨

[phoenixwrites]

Hello! Huge fan of your work, am living for your Hellcheer fics! I am a fandom lurker who mostly spends time in the ao3 hellcheer tag, and decided to check out your blog to feed my hellcheer cravings :) What happened next was a 5 hour-long tumble down a rabbit hole of VQ thoughts and theories, and I loved every second of it!

Just wanted to say that I was absolutely horrified and dismayed to see all of the hate asks and harrassment you receive on a regular basis. 12 year olds can sure be vicious man, although I honestly think that they should be honored that you even consider giving them the time of day, it probably makes them feel super special. It is so hypocritical that they spew hatred and vitriol and clearly have no qualms bullying strangers while also being deluded into thinking they are fighting against “bad” things (I don’t want to even list examples of their ridiculousness).

Anyway, while I always try to separate my ship fixations from the actors playing them, I (respectfully, from a distance) love the idea of VQ and would love to (in a harmless manner, haha) follow clues. Is there a kind-hearted soul who has publicly curated all clues and indications of their possible relationship/interactions? Or is it all happening behind closed doors? Would be so grateful for any crumbs :)

This was such a cute ask to receive! This Tumblr policy has culled the hate so efficiently and now I’m only getting really sweet anons. I love it.

Thank you so much. The hate was very wearing—I actually mentioned to my therapist that an anon had said she should have her license revoked for treating me and her mouth fell open and she went “I TAKE THAT PERSONALLY.” It was so funny.

So—there IS a curation of all clues and indications and it is…one of those things that is so utterly comprehensive that it’s kind of impossible to deny. It is this which convinced me of VQ, but it’s not public. I haven’t even seen all of it, just particularly compelling chunks. (Like a lot of you, I’d also love to see all of it—I understand what it’s like being on the other side!)

If you dig deep enough on the right places, you can find a lot of clues. You’ll also find a lot of antis being insanely aggressive about it, as evidenced by the people telling me I should DIE for indulging in harmless gossip and spreading their own lies—most of them are really hateful towards Grace. So be careful!

Interestingly, the exact same rumors crop up from them anytime something remotely VQ happens so they must be really worried about the fact that Joe and Grace are spending the summer together.

I am very much looking forward to meeting them in June and very much reveling in the antis’ rage that I am.

[bluelightning16]

Soooo how we feeling about chapter 7 so far?

ABSOLUTELY WRETCHED!!! I'm sorry this response is late (as well as the rest of them, I've been on a long hiatus due to school TT) but oh my god, even having the luxury of multiple months to process the news has not helped in the slightest!!

I am still utterly floored that Silver is hinted to be the son of some other royals—a theory I've been drooling over since I was first introduced to his character—and that twst really is leaning into the whole Lilia-isn't-actually-that-great-of-a-parent thing. (It's a rather bold move, taking into consideration just how much of the fandom loves his sweet, wholesome dynamic with Silver, myself included; however, I'm so happy that all those little crumbs of... off-ness are coming to fruition.) If I'm being completely honest, half of this Book feels like pure fanfic to me, but I am so here for it...!

As of right now, my favorite part definitely has to be Silver breaking down and crying... ^^; (I'm not a sadist, I swear!) It's just, this is the first time we've seen such a vast onslaught of emotion with him, and he is absolutely valid for it; for the longest time, he's simply dealt with his father's whims without complaint—even upon receiving the unceremonious news that the man will be leaving forever, and soon at that—and yet, even during his one moment of weakness, he's still doing out of sight of the one person he cares about the most. Malleus' subsequent reaction is the awful cherry on top: Romantic or not, this is the final tipping point that drives him to take action, and I find it so lovely that for once, we can see such obvious signs of Silver's love and devotion for his family being reciprocated. (More yandere!Malleus fics, anyone? Especially with that chilling ending of part two...?!?!)

Overall, I'm very, very, very excited to see what happens next—perhaps the Time Loop Theory being proven true? Crowley lore? conflict between Lilia and Silver's birth family? actual flashbacks of them all in Briar Valley?—and will definitely be going SO FERAL over it. As always, feel free to reach out to me about your thoughts, as well! (I am a lot more reliable with responses over DM or Discord, but I'll try my best to get on top of my ask responses again for this upcoming month ^^)

[primordialsoundmeditation]

❤ Today's Note from the Universe ❤

You absolutely will not believe who was at the party last night!

As round and jolly as ever, handing out presents to all who'd receive, our dear friend "Abundance"! Lovely soul. Oh, and "Time" was there, along with "Space"; they're truly inseparable. You should have heard the tall tales they were spinning—about near and far, here and there, now and then.

Oh, and guess who was asking about you? Again! Uh-huh, you know who... "Gratitude." Told me you've been hooking-up lately—you go! But better be careful or the next thing you know there'll be good and plenty running around the house—or houses.

Fear was there, too. At least no one paid it any attention, and then, poof, it vanished as quickly as it arrived. Never fails.

So tell me, where were you hiding? Was that you in the conga line? Funny how it just flows when everyone lets go of the "Hows" and the "Shoulds." They're such a pain, those two, always trying to lead the way when just one step at a time and you'll be astounded at the places you go.

Did you see those pesky "Limiting Beliefs" get thrown in the pool? Serves them right. Imagine attending a party like that and then turning invisible! Happily, during their vanishing act there were traces of them everywhere—frightened guests, bad vibrations, and, yep, cookie crumbs—clumsy clods. They're never really that hard to spot if you just look for their trail.

Now, why am I telling you all of this? It was your party! As they all are.

Toga!

The Universe

P.S. Oh! You were the one dressed-up as a "chocolate kiss," right?! That is, if you call body paint "dressed-up"! Really....

[saltymongoose]

oh my GOOOOOOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I WOKE UP AND INSTANTLY OPENED TUMBLR OH MY GOD I WAITED FOR THIS FOR SO LONG IM WAVING YOU AROJD AND BITJNG YOU AND SHAKING MY HEAD SHAKING YOU LIEK A DOG TOY OH MY GOD OMGOMGOMGOMG YESDDDDDS YESSSSNI LOVE IT I LOCD I LOVEE I LOVEEE I L8VE 2BDAMNED❤❤❤❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I LOVE DOC SHIRT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥❤❤❤❤❤💥💥💥🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 YESSSSDD YEDDDSSSDDD JUMPING AROUND HOPPING AROUND THE ROOM RAAAHHHHHHH RAHHHHHHY RAHH IM SHAKING IM DOINTG HAND MOTIONS I AM DROOLING EYES POPPED OUT TOBGUE ROLLING OUT AAWWWWWOOOOOOOOGA HELLOOOOO DOC TIPS HAT ADJUSTS TIE STOMPS FOOT AWOOOO ABRK BARK BARK BSTK WOOF WOOF EOOF EOOF ARF ARF SRF SRF GRRR AHRHHRHRGRH ARHHR RAHHHH RAHH🐈🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐶🐶🐶 YESSS I LOEV TI I LOVE IT I LOVE IT💥💥💥❤❤❤❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬💥💥🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🔥🔥I LOEV I LOVE IT I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT I LLLOOV3🔥🔥 THE WRITING IS SO GOOD MY CLOTHES FIDDAPEARED THEY FAFED AWSY THEY FLEW AWAY OMG YESDSDDDD YESSS YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB IT WAS SO WORTH THE WAITING YES IM ROLING AROUND THE BED IM JUNPIGN IM TWIRLING KY HAIR AND KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING HOLDING THE PHONE TO MY EAR WOOOOOOO FUCK YEAHHHHYYYY IM ACTING LIKE A LITTLE BLOND GIRL TALKING TO HER BEST FRIDND RIGHT NOW FUCK YEAGHHHHHH I HEART DOC!! I❤ DOC!!! SHWOS OFF NY I ❤ DOC SHIRT YESSSSSSS WOOOOO SUFDENLY HAS THOSE POITNED FINGERS FOR CHEERING EITH I ❤ DOC AND SALTY'S WRITING YESSSS SLAYY I LOEV YOU I LOVE YOU IM CLAPPUNG MY HANDS, THROWING THE POPVORN OFF MY LAP SCREAMING WOOOOO FUCK YEAHHHYH AAAAGGGGHHRHRGGHGGG AARRRR RAAAAHHHHHH FUCI YEAHHH EAT THIS TRACK BITCH!!!! WOOOOOOOO0 HEEELLL YEAH I LOVE YOU AND DOC AND YOUR WRITING I AM LICKING THAT WRITING LIKE A LOLLIPOP I AM EATONG TI UP QND LEAVING ABSOLUTELY NO CRUMBS FUCK YYEEAAAA❤❤❤❤💖💖💖💖🔥🔥🔥🔥🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈❣❣❤❤❤❤💗💗💓💓💞💞💞💘💘💋💋💋💋💥💥💥💥💥💥💯💯💯💯

-With love, Chatty anon

FDJSLSF OMFG HI CHATTY!! 😳 Haha, I was honestly hoping to hear some of your thoughts after posting the one-shot, but I never could've expected this much of a response. I'm just speechless, wow. („• ֊ •„)❤❤❤❤

I don't even know what to say. You have no idea how happy I am that you love my writing so much, and how glad I am that the time spent waiting for this was worth it to you. I'm just absolutely elated (somehow an understatement), this is honestly one of the best pieces of feedback I've ever received lmao. Thank you for this, it made my day! 💖💗💕♥️💞❣️💝

(And P.S.: I love you too (and so does Doc ofc lol) <3)