#wankie

[ars-polonia]

Władysław Wankie, W górach (In the Mountains)

1908, oil on canvas

[cursedthingsonly]

Blankie Wankie

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[skialdi]

Feeling sad? Hug a Noodle, hold them close and rub your face in the soft Tooka fur. Just some advice from Ahsoka

Noodle belongs to two2_suns on Instagram

[random-brushstrokes]

Władysław Wankie (1860–1925) - Alone in the park (n.d.)

[venustapolis]

Alone in The Park (Wtadystaw Wankie, 1900)

[wtfsteveharrington]

chai & hot pink lipstick / steve x fem!reader x robin

content & context: steve decides robin needs to learn how to drive, instantly regrets it being in his car. then you get back to his house only to find they both have gifts for you with robin’s being a little unexpected. 

disclaimer if you’re new here - all sexual interactions are exclusively between robin x reader and steve x reader. they happen at the same time but the only thing between steve x robin is banter and general best friend annoyance. once again we’ve booked a ticket to paris in this. 

steve x reader: oral (m receiving), spitting, body smacking, light degrading & praise, threat of pleasure denial. 

robin x reader: oral (both receiving), fingering (both receiving), body smacking, light degrading, praise, strap on sex.

author note: more fluff / interactions & new smutty adventures. honestly this is mostly cheesy, giggling smut i’ve posted at multiple points and i stand behind it. i think this might be the last part because otherwise these idiots need to realize they’re all in love but i do have one more idea,,, also there’s some easter eggs from other chapters in here,,, let me know if u find them (: i had to cut a lot of this out because it got way too long whoops i love them my bad there’s like 2k of bonus content in my drafts rn

word count: almost 5.5k

part one | part two | part four

The three of you hung out a lot before things escalated. Now? It seems you’re never apart. To the point where Steve was personally offended that you drove yourself and Robin to go shopping one night. “I wasn’t working and you two didn’t ask for a ride? That’s literally a token boyfriend responsibility. The BMW deserves so, so much better than this.”

He spent the night pouting but you made it up to him once you were alone. Everything settled into a shocking easily rhythm that was Steve and Robin fondly annoying each other while being simultaneously whipped for you. 

All things considered, Steve was taking the introduction of Robin into your relationship... Shockingly well. You expected some push back and would completely understand if he showed hints of jealousy or frustration. 

It made sense to him though. His girls having fun while completely safe and protected? He didn’t have to worry about scaring away girls that Robin deserved way better than and you got to enjoy a girl he knew wouldn’t hurt you. Always brushing off your concerns with a shrug and, “It doesn’t bug me because Robin-... She’s giving you something different than I do, that’s all. Just don’t go getting any ideas about adding like Eddie in or something. Because that?” He’s scoffing, playing off the idea, “That would never slide.” It would slide. Let’s clarify that.

The main strain in your relationship? 

Steve’s new passion project of teaching Robin how to drive. 

Robin? There’s a reason she doesn’t have her driver’s license. You love like her, but damn the girl can’t drive. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beloved BMW, trying to talk Robin through backing out of a parking spot. She’s tense, her foot keeps pressing down too firm on the gas and even in the empty parking lot you’re worried she’s going to magically hit something. You’re trying to portray this calm energy but your voice keeps squeaking and giving you away. “Good! You’re doing good. Maybe try a little less pressure.” She was not doing good but your role was to build confidence. 

You reach across the car and put your hand on the top of her thigh, pressing firmly down into her skin. “See, right now you’re doing this. We gotta go a little lighter. Try feathering the pressure. Good. It doesn’t need to be all or nothing.” Her focus is taken off the pedals and towards your hand that’s mimicking the instructions you’re giving. After all this time she should be a little more immune to your touch, but she’s not. 

“You know, this would be a lot easier if Steve wasn’t having a meltdown back there! I can practically feel the tension, dude. You’re the one that said we should practice today!” And thus begins the back and forth. Steve’s buckled up in the backseat, his hands over eyes and his fingers in his own hair. “Buckley! Eyes on the road, hands at 10 and 2. If you get her scratched I’m going to kill you, I swear to God.” 

The corners of your mouth are twitching and you’re trying so hard to hold back a smile as the two of them start to banter. You reach your other hand back to grab Steve’s knee, giving it a small squeeze. “Both of you shut up. Robin’s doing a good job, You both gotta relax.” She’s bouncing her head along to your words and biting her tongue to stop from making another dig at Steve, taking a deep breath before rolling her shoulders and gently backing the car out of the space. Before you know it she’s going down the row with ease. 

You both hear Steve exhale deeply while nodding to himself. He’s reaching over to grab your hand, giving you a tense smile when you finally catch his eye. And maybe there’s something about his view that does something to him. You mostly carefree in the passenger seat, bobbing along to the music that’s low on the radio. He could spend the rest of his life looking at that view. 

Robin gets you guys back to Steve’s house safely, much to your surprise. The three of you pile out of the car, your dumb boyfriend instantly getting on his hands and knees to kiss the ground of his driveway. “Sweet, sweet cement how I never thought I’d see you again.” Which has Robin scoffing and flipping him off over her should as she follows you to the house. “I’m half convinced he fucks that car. Like, before you came around? I can only imagine how tempting the crease of those seats were for him.”

He’s chasing the two of you into the house, screaming about how he heard Robin and he never fucked his car but he has fucked you in it and that was a life altering experience. You make it to his bedroom door first, glancing back in time to catch Robin pulling at his hair. “You’re getting too shaggy. Book a haircut soon or you’ll lose every ounce of hair reputation you have left.”

Once he reaches the doorway, Steve’s jerking his head towards a bag seated on the bed, giving you a wink while you walk up to examine the contents. He’s walking up to the mirror in his room, taking the time to investigate his hair. Fine, maybe it is a little long. “Stopped after work to get you something pretty to wear.” He’s looking at Robin now and scratching his hand through his hair. “I don’t-... Do I need to buy you-... Am-... I don’t think I’m meant to buy you shit too, right?” Simultaneously both concerned he messed up (Girls enjoy gifts, okay) but also not impressed with the idea of having to learn Robin’s bra size.

She’s instantly shaking her head, arms going across her chest. “I’m good on the lingerie gifts from Steve Harrington. Thanks though. You spend that money on her, makes us all happy.” Steve’s flipping her off now, grinning as he turns around to take one last glance in the mirror.

You’re going through the contents of the bag with an appreciative hum, admiring the way Steve truly does know what you want. Everything is in your favorite color, the sizes all right. 

It becomes an easy pattern going to Steve’s house. The three of you have your designated spots. You get the left side of his bed because all of your stuff seems to accumulate on that nightstand. Your cassettes, a hand lotion, an old watch of his mom’s she gifted you kept complimenting it. Steve sits on the foot of the right side of the bed typically but he also likes to sit by the record player in the corner of his room so he can change it easily. Robin has convinced Steve to get a bean bag chair that she instantly curls up in.

Easy and comfortable and the three of you get anxious being away from the normalcy you’ve built.

Being so caught up in the package, you don’t notice the way Robin’s shuffling on her feet or the way she’s looking all the way around the room except the two of you.

“So I, uh, I bought something as well. But I’m not sure how well it’ll be received, both figuratively and literally. If it’s not our jam then no worries, I’ll toss it out the window. Not actually because it’s not something we’d want a kid to find or Jesus Christ what if some wild dog decides it’s a toy and then tomorrow’s headline is “Stray Pooch Shocks Hawkins!”.” 

You and Steve are both stopped in your tracks, knowing exactly what a Robin ramble means. It had been awhile since the two of you heard her go on like that. You guys give each other a confused look before you take a step towards Robin as she nervously toys with her bag. She won’t meet your eye and your curiosity has never been this high before. “Haven’t you learned by now that we’re pretty fucking judgement free, Robs. What’s going on?” 

There’s a very, very small list of things Robin could pull out of her bag that would concern you. The list is probably more concerning than whatever is in her bag. Steve’s stepping around Robin, standing behind your back as he peeks around to see what she’s so nervous about. 

Robin doesn’t say anything before pulling a box out of her bag, throwing it on the bed, and running across the room to stand in the doorway. Her cheeks were so bright red even someone the next state over would be able to see them with ease. “Listen! If it’s weird then just tell me and we’ll literally never talk about this again but like... I could use it with you or you could use it on Steve-” It comes out in one breath, causing you to almost miss what she said. 

You grab the box off the bed, Steve’s hands coming to wrap around your waist as the two of you investigate together. Robin? Still halfway out the door. “A strap on?” You want to laugh at the fact that she was this stressed out over a toy but you know better. Steve’s fingers press into you as you start to open it, pulling out the harness. 

Looking over at Robin, she’s clearly stressed out. Shuffling her weight to either side and glancing down the hallway as if she’s trying to calculate how much time it would take for her to run out of the house. “Robin.”

It takes a minute before she looks your way. Her nose scrunching up as she speaks, “It’s not weird, is it? Because I’m still trying to make sure I don’t overstep anyone’s boundaries but I think it would be really, really fucking hot. Like it’s one thing when we hook up because neither of us have a dick but is it too much if I use that one? And ideally I don’t want to throw it out of the window because not only would that be so chaotic but that was also expensive.”

A chuckle finally escapes as you grab the dildo out of the box and slide it through the o shaped ring of the harness. Steve can’t explain what it does to him watching you work with this hot pink dildo. Truly hot pink. One of the brightest things you’ve ever seen in your life and it’s a dildo that Robin bought because she wants to fuck you with it. 

“It’s not weird. In fact, I kinda wouldn’t mind being the one who has to teach you what to do for once.” You’re grinning at her now, extending out the now fastened toy her way. “Now do you wanna test this out or are you gonna make me beg for it?” Any other circumstance? Robin would have made you beg. But she’s taking these tiny steps across the room to take the harness out of your hand, moving to adjust the straps. Needing to do something with her hands to help distract herself from the nerves.

She always looks between you and Steve. As if there was anything left to hide between the three of you, any rules left unspoken. Yeah, technically you were his girlfriend but things weren’t that simple anymore. None of you knew exactly what was going on. That was a problem for a different date. 

For now you’re giving Robin a tender smile while bringing your arms around her neck. Your lips barely brush against hers when one of Robin’s hands let go of the harness in favor of cupping your check as she steals another delicate kiss. “Haven’t you learned by now you don’t have to be nervous around me, Robin? I’m not sure what I gotta do to prove it to you but I’m never gonna judge you.” She’s searching your eyes, finding nothing except this gentle look that’s truly free of judgement. This was all new to her too. 

Steve? Breaking up the moment. “I might judge you though. Just a little. Mainly because you picked a shade of pink they use to direct planes with. Like, you could see this thing from space, Robin. Maybe a nice baby blue next time? Or a lavender?” The three of you are laughing and you are thrilled to see the way tension rolls off of her shoulders as she flicks Steve’s forearm. “It was the only one that wasn’t nine inches long, Asshole. Figured you didn’t want that much competition.” 

He’s laughing now, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before stepping back from the two of you. “Fair play. Maybe I owe you and that shade of neon pink an apology then.” You watch as Steve turns around and heads towards his record player. Giving you and Robin a few minutes of privacy. Her lips are on your neck, the hand that wasn’t holding the harness coming down to hook a finger through your belt loop. 

Abba begins playing. A record you picked the last time you two had a date night and made Steve listen to until you had each song memorized. You grab a fist full of Robin’s hair on the base of her neck with your right hand, tilting her head back so you’re able to kiss her. It’s a lot more passionate than before. Your left hand is pushing her jacket off her shoulder before dragging it down Robin’s chest. 

“Do you want to fuck me, Robin? I wanna hear you tell me. Did you get wet for me when you were walking around the store? Deciding what toy you wanted to use on me?” She’s moaning into your mouth, her finger nails digging into the skin above your pants on your hips. Robin’s voice is already a little too breathless for her liking. Part of her would worry about sounding pathetic if she wasn’t so entranced by you. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I bought it. When I got home touched myself thinking about how pretty you’ll look. Thinking about how you’ll moan my name... You’re the only thing I think about.” 

The feeling was mutual. If Robin wasn’t on your mind, then Steve was. If it wasn’t just one of them, it was both of them. 

You pull away from her kiss much to Robin’s protest before tugging her shirt over her head. “Then why don’t you prove it? Show me and fuck me like you dream about.” Within seconds your pants are on the floor, your shirt quickly following as you kneel onto Steve’s bed. Robin’s stuck in her spot, watching as you lay back on the bed and let your legs fall open for her. “C’mon, Baby. Do you wanna do this or does Steve need to take care of me?” 

Steve who has been standing in the mirror and examining his hair because now that it’s been pointed out it’s too long, it’s driving him crazy. He’s looking at you in the mirror, smirking at the sight of you spread out on his sheets. “Yeah, Buckley. Maybe you’ll do better at this than backing up.” She’s glare at him now which leaves you laughing to yourself. Robin’s turning away from Steve to give you a pointed ‘what an asshole’ look while pushing her own pants off of her frame. You take in the dark navy underwear against her skin, letting your hips start rocking as you prepare for what’s to come. “I got us home safely, didn’t I? Enough bullying, let me focus.” You’re just grinning at her. Your Robin. 

You watch as she kicks her underwear across the floor, bending over to bring the harness up her thighs and around her waist. She’s crawling onto the bed, taking her time to kiss random exposed bits of your skin. Robin’s kissing the fabric covering your pussy, dragging her tongue along the already damp fabric. 

She’s pulling the offending material off of your body before burying her face right back between your thighs. Her tongue glides up between your folds and your hands grip into her hair at the same time her tongue starts to flick over your clit. This woman was going to drive you insane. “Fuck. You’re so good at that, Baby. I get so wet for you, need you to clean me up like this all the time.”

Robin’s holding your hips in place to keep yourself from wiggling away as she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks against the nub. You feel yourself clenching around nothing and are suddenly truly realizing that Robin’s about to fuck you with that toy. She laps at you for another minute before the anticipation’s about to kill you.  

“Come kiss me. Please. Wanna taste myself on you.” Robin presses a firm kiss to your clit, over your folds, and gives another lick against your hole before coming up to your lips. She’s dragging the most broken moan out of you as your tongues slide against one another.

Your knee is bumping against her leg as you bring your thigh up between her legs. Bending it just right where you’re pressing your thigh against Robin’s semi covered core. She’s wet and she’s moaning your name as she rocks her hips back against your thigh. The material of the strap on harness rubbing against her clit just right. Robin could come right then and there if she wasn’t careful. 

“Wanna try fucking you now, okay? Let me know if it hurts or if you need me to adjust.” You’re nodding before reaching back over your head to grab the bottle of lube out of Steve’s bedside table. She doesn’t blink twice before taking the bottle out of your hand, squirting some into her hand. The sight of Robin fucking this pink dildo into her slick hand? Sinful. 

Her eyes are practically burning your skin with how intensely she’s watching you. Wanting to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure as she navigates doing this for the first time. The bottle of lube is thrown across the bed and you slightly adjust your body so your head is closer to the edge of the bed while your hips are more centered. You give Robin a small nod and gets herself back to where she’s kneeling between your legs. Both of you try to ignore the fact that your thigh is still a little slick from where she was grinding against it. 

You feel her sliding the toy between your folds then moving to apply a firm pressure to your hole. She’s biting the tip of her tongue, brows knitted in concentration. It’s cute how focused she is. The toy makes another pass between your folds before she’s finally pressing the tip into you. 

It’s hot, so fucking hot. 

Robin eats up the way you moan out her name. You’re bringing yourself up onto your elbows to watch as she uses every ounce of concentration she has to try and figure out the best way to get the toy at a steady pace. It’s a little awkward at first, okay? The strap needs to be tightened and it’s not exactly connected so you have to move just right. She’s never had to thrust like this before. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Robin catches you grinning at her. Not your head thrown back in ecstasy like she wants but this shit eating, entertained grin. “Fuck off! This isn’t easy, okay?” Robin’s laughing now and you’re so flustered this time. Smacking your hands down against the bed as your own laughter comes out. “Robin! Stop laughing when you’re in my pussy! It’s every single time something happens and you start laughing. I was smiling because you’re cute. Please stop laughing when I’m naked!” 

The both of you? A giggling mess. She’s leaning down to kiss you as if that will solve all your worries. And, to her credit, it mostly does. You’re grinning against her lips, arms wrapping around her neck so you can hold her still. 

Robin’s trying to adjust her arm that’s supporting her body as the two of you stay sidetracked kissing when her shuffling causes her to move her hips so the dildo pressing deeper into you. The motion causes you to gasp against Robin’s lips, her eyes instantly going wide and “Yeah? It felt good?” You’re nodding quickly, your hands up to clasp over her upper arms. Robin’s trying to mimic the motion again, dragging her hips all the way back so just the tip of toy is resting inside of you before pushing herself back in. “Please, Robin. Just like that.”

She’s so proud to hear your praise, all of her attention going right towards trying to recreate the motion. Robin’s getting the hang of it now, pumping into you at a steadier pace. The motions are rocking through your body and she appreciates the way you’re bouncing in time with her. 

Steve’s finally got sidetracked from his hair, watching the sight unfold much like the first night you three got together. He spots your head starting to dangle over the edge of the bed and he’s using this as his opportunity to join in without being too distracting. 

Your eyes are closed tight when you feel the air moving as Steve squats down to get level with you, brushing your hair off of your forehead. He’s got this cocky smirk that’s driving you crazy. “You love this. Not just us, you love being fucked, don’t you?” There’s no way you can deny it. Robin’s still rocking into you and that should leave you fully satisfied. She’s got the motion down and the three of you can hear how wet your pussy is from her. 

But you’re not fully satisfied. There’s always room for Steve to use you too. 

He’s pressing a kiss to your forehead, grabbing your jaw between his thumb and pointer finger. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” You do. Your lips instantly parting and you let out this insane moan as he spits into your mouth. Steve’s pushing your head back down, letting it rest fully back against the side of the bed. It takes seconds before the weight of his balls are against your lips. “So fucking filthy, aren’t you? Put that mouth to work, Honey. If you stop taking care of me, I’ll have Robin stop fucking you until you can show some appreciation.” 

You drag your tongue over the skin where his balls meet, Steve’s hips jerking already. There’s something about the way you always do what you’re told that drives him crazy. Sometimes you push back, very rarely. He savors those moments too but nothing competes to how willing you are. 

You’re getting to work on sucking, wrapping your lips around him and preparing to work your way to his length when suddenly there’s a sharp smack to your breast. 

Robin’s jaw drops because she didn’t know that was an option. Smacking? Carefully calculated so it doesn’t pass the threshold of being too painful, of course. But still. “Holy shit, baby.” She’s cooing at you now, changing her motion to become these slow, deep strokes. “You really are such a slut.” A scoff falling from her lips as Robin’s hand comes up to trace over the very faint red mark Steve’s hand left behind. She knew you liked to be spanked but seeing that up close? It’s awakening something deep in Robin. 

Her hand is coming down against your other breast. Not as firm as Steve’s touch but it’s so unexpected that you’re arching your back up towards them. Rewarding Robin with this choked out moan that’s getting lost against Steve but she still catches the sound. 

You tighten your legs around her waist, rocking your own hips up to meet her thrusts. “You’re getting so needy. Do you deserve to come, Honey?” Robin Buckley was a fan of many things, calling you every pet name in the book was certainly one of them. 

Steve’s pushing the head of his dick between your lips now, thrusting his hips all the way in which causes you to gag around him. “Robin asked you a question. Are you going to answer or do we need to stop until you can get it together?” You’re reaching back, nails digging into a mixture of Steve’s hip and the side of his ass as a hint for him to pull out of your throat. 

They’re listening to you gasp as he pulls back, still rubbing the tip of himself against your lips. He tastes salty as you lick his pre cum from your mouth. “Please, Robin. I need it, need you to get me there.” 

That’s all the motivation she needs, even if Steve was ready to drag it out a little longer. You couldn’t stand it if he did. He’s slipping back into your mouth, lazily fucking your throat while Robin picks her pace back up. She’s reaching down, a finger on either side of your clit as she tries to work up your release. “Pretty girl needs to come for us, huh? We’ll take care of you. Laying there and getting used without a care in her world. You do have such a greedy pussy.”

Remember the trademarked Robin Rambles? These were your favorite. Just the mixture of being called out by her and praised in the same sentence. It drove you crazy. Steve’s hand is coming down to jack off the portion of his length that isn’t in your mouth at any given moment, throwing his head back as he moans your name when you swallow around him. 

Robin knows you’re close. She sees the way your hips are no longer moving in time with hers and knows you’re right on the edge. Steve’s hand is reaching out to tweak your nipple, alternating his attention between the two. Your body is on fire. As in there’s spots in your vision because you feel so good on fire.

Your orgasm hits without much warning. Screams muffled by Steve’s length while Robin keeps working your clit as you ride the sensations. Quickly becoming nothing more than a whimpering mess. 

Steve’s still working your throat, delivering another small smack to the side of your breast and before you know it you feel his cum dripping inside of your mouth. The sight of you getting fucked like that pushing him over too. Maybe there was some small, selfish part of him that didn’t mind Robin joining in like this because it was simply fucking hot.

He feels you swallow around him, getting each drop before you’re panic tapping against his thigh while pulling your hips away from Robin. “Too much.” It’s nothing more than a gasp but they both get the hint. She’s pulling out of your pussy, moaning to herself at the sound of how wet you were. 

Robin’s pulling you up against her chest, supporting the weight of your body against her own. She’s shushing you, running her hands along your thighs. You feel Steve’s hand so gentle against your sweaty back. “We got you. You’re good, alright? You did so good for us, Baby. Looking so fucking beautiful like that. Just relax against me.” 

If there was two people in the world that understood your aftercare, it was them.

She’s holding you for a moment, Steve rubbing your shoulders while your body twitches. So overstimulated yet always craving more. You were pretty sure the three of you could go for a week straight and it still wouldn’t be enough. They were addicting. 

Steve’s walking over to flip the record that had long stopped playing music. The silence once again being filled as you pull back to give Robin this sleepy in love little smile. “Lemmie take care of you.” You’re gently pushing back against her shoulders, smiling down at her as she falls back against the sheets. Her fingers are making quick work of loosening the harness before kicking it off of her body. 

Her hand’s cupping the back of your neck as you get to your favorite spot between her thighs. You have, maybe, five minutes left of energy before the night’s events have you falling asleep for at least an hour. Robin deserves every second of those five minutes. 

She is soaked. You moan against her folds, the vibrations instantly making Robin rock herself up against your mouth. “Please. I’m close from that damn harness rubbing against me. I took care of you, Baby. Show me how grateful you are and make me come against that beautiful face.”

You’re licking her out with a passion after that. Robin’s thighs are closing around your head, keeping you in place as if there’s anywhere else you’d rather be. One of your arms comes up under her body, swirling a fingertip around her hole before pressing inside of her at the same time you’re wrapping your lips around her clit and gently pulling back against the sensitive bundle. The sounds Robin’s pussy are making... It’s unholy. She’s a mumbling mess as you draw our her orgasm. 

“Only ever this wet for you. It’s only you. Drives me fucking crazy but you’re all I can think about. Eating me out so good, Baby. Oh fuck.” Then your favorite. Robin’s broken as you push another finger into her, your tongue licking around the edge of her hole as you work your fingers. “Thank you, oh thank you for taking care of me. Shit! I’m so close. So close for you.”

Robin’s thighs tighten even more around your head as she jerks her hips up against your mouth. She’s gushing into your mouth and it’s filthy and you’re savoring every second of licking her up. 

After a minute of your undivided attention on her sensitive core, it’s finally Robin’s turn to pull her hips away from you. “You’re going to make me cry if you don’t stop.” She’s overstimulated because of you. Something about getting either of them off always boosts your ego. Making your chest swell with pride as you break them apart in ways only you know. 

You’re smirking against Robin’s thigh, dragging your body up until you fall into the bed next to her. Both of you spent. 

Steve’s walking in a few seconds later, tossing two cold water bottles onto the bed. Taking care of his girls. He’s got these boxer briefs slung low on his hips and your clit gives this painful throb at the sight. “Such a pretty boy, Stevie.” 

He’s giving you a wink, “Your pretty boy,” reaching over to squeeze your foot before taking a drink of his own bottle. Steve’s tossing Robin her discarded graphic t-shirt and fishes a shirt of yours that was left behind one night out of his closet. One of Steve’s love languages is Acts of Service, the other being Words of Affirmation. This situation? Peak for him to express those parts of himself.

You feel the bed dip as he climbs in on the side of you that isn’t occupied by Robin. Throwing an arm across your chest and pulling you in for a kiss. The three of you lay like that, trying to catch your body back up to the present moment. 

Steve’s voice breaks the silence, snapping you out of your half asleep state. “We’re laying here five more minutes and then we need to take care of this room. It reeks of sex, my sheets are sticky, and the two of you need to pee because I swear to God if either of you get a uti I don’t want to hear about it.” He saw one article stating that sex can cause women to get uti’s if they aren’t careful and hasn’t let it go.

Robin’s slamming her hands down against the bed with a “Gross, Steve! Jesus!” You’re laughing, playfully poking Robin’s side as she grins over at you. “He’s disgusting.” To which you hear, “I’m disgusting? For worrying about vaginal health? Considering I’m laying in bed with two vaginas I think that’s pretty considerate of me. Maybe you’re the disgusting one, Robin.”

Just like that the three of you settle back into your typical banter. Somehow you’re drifting back off to sleep, snug between the two who are still going back and forth about which genitalia is cleaner. Robin’s a firm believer that foreskin is worse than a vagina, and Steve’s just trying to explain he was attempting to be caring. 

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You’re not sure how long you doze off for, but when you come back to the present you find that Robin’s freshly showered and smells like the body wash you left at Steve’s. That discovery tugging a deep part of your heart. The shower’s still running and you can only assume your missing boyfriend’s in there. “He’s gonna be a few more minutes. Wanted to let you wake up so you can get in next. We’re gonna order dinner and then cut Steve’s hair. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Steve’s singing in the shower, so loud and obnoxious on purpose. As you glance between Robin who’s stripping the bed of it’s sheets and the bathroom where Steve’s still belting Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! you know in that moment that you’re fully in love with two of the biggest idiots in the world. 

[hanibalistic]

one, four, three, i love you!

[whalesfearme]

hello, since I'm officially done with the post office I've been working on for the past three months (wasn't that difficult, I'm just lazy) it's time to share it with the internet!!

I based it on the original sylvanian post office from 1992. the building was made from my old math notebooks because I'm spiteful. the furniture and the windows are made out of popsicle sticks.

for anyone wondering - this post office has a small stationary and snacks corner because EVERY post office should have one. there are little cans of nuts (acorns and chestnuts), chocolate bars, cookies, paper, envelopes, newspapers and books.

the "painting" is a real stamp :)) I love all the little packages and letters, it's my favorite part of the entire post office!!

can we talk about Jenny Brightfield tho? (the baby) she's so cute and tiny and I would die for her. sadly, my mommy Brightfield came with a dark stain on her hand that doesn't come off:(( well, I guess we can call it a beauty mark?

[po-cky-o-o]

He does not know what spirit compelled him to pounce on her like an animal in heat.

It was far from being the first time they shared a bed, so much so he could barely remember the last time he slept without being wrapped in the warmth of another.

Ever since the Dendro Archon had left him under Lumine’s care he had already found every excuse in the book to slip under her covers. He didn’t know when it started, this sudden thirst for her presence that couldn’t be quenched no matter how hard he tried.

And try he did.

But when she looked at him, when she tore away his skin and bones and looked, directly into his black and rotten heart and cradled it oh so gently into her awaiting hands, he broke.

Like a moth to the flame, he stopped running and flew straight into that blinding light, hoping it would be kind enough not to burn him.

It was insanity, he knew that, but he could not help but fall.

But he would not fall alone.

She did not stop him when he took her hand, nor when he glared at anyone that dared to get too close to her. She didn’t even question whenever his sheets would mysteriously burn away, forcing them to cuddle up. He just hoped she wouldn’t stop him now.

“Think nothing of it. I just don’t feel like being sick,” he said, burying himself deeper into her neck, as her scent drowned away the voices shaming him for his weakness.

He didn’t get sick - she knew he didn’t - but she let him do as he pleased, humming a foreign tune into his ear until sleep finally claimed her. And if she noticed he would always wait for her breath to even out before falling asleep, she didn’t mention it either.

Despite all their nights together, they had yet to take any steps further, so it came as a surprise to him the way his body would react to the slow rise and fall of her chest brushing against his own. He could feel the way her plush thighs slipped between his legs, his mind waging a battle of wills against his overwhelming need to rut against it.

He was not oblivious to the throes of passion humans would involve themselves in, but he thought himself to be immune to earthly carnal desires, but the traveler always had a knack for proving him wrong.

To think that his once most hated enemy would now be laying so vulnerably under his hands.

It was so unfair, she had taken his gnosis, ripped the very heart of his godhood right from his chest and dared to replace it with a new one. A human one that beats for her and her alone.

The drum of her chest was the only beat capable of lulling him into sleep, the sole reminder he needed to know that she was there, alive and breathing in his arms. That maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He needed her.

He needed her now.

The sheets brushed against his sensitive skin as his hips began to roll. He could feel his own blood trailing down his throat as he bit his lips hard enough to bruise, holding back his moans as he grinded against the goddess in his arms.

What if she woke up? Would she push him away, too disgusted to ever look him in the eyes again? Or would she hold him closer, her arms wrapped around his waist as she guided him exactly where she wanted him to be?

His heart, the treacherous thing, beat wildly in his chest at the mere thought of her hands on him. So he ignores the shame coloring his cheeks and keeps moving, faster and faster and something inside him begins to coil, like a volcano at the edge of exploding.

“Ungh,, L-lumi.”

How could he let himself plummet this low?

Under the moonlight she looked almost like an angel. Like starlight had taken human form and descended upon earth , all to be tainted by a mere puppet discarded by a god. He knew she was out of his reach, he was chained at the bottom of a well trying to reach for the skies, but he could not let her go. If he could not go up, he would have to bring her down.

Alas, it was too late to hold back now. The dam inside him was about to break, he was so close, it would only take a bit more.

But then, her eyes opened.

It was as if time froze, he had been caught red handed, there was nothing he could do to explain himself.

Would she leave him? He didn’t think he could survive being abandoned again, not by her. He needed her.

“Why did you stop?”

“…Huh?”

A tilt of her head. “I said, why did you stop?” A beat before those eyes, those stupidly beautiful eyes gazed down at him. “You seemed to be having so much fun, don’t be shy now.”

“You… were awake?” He thought for sure she would be enraged at his actions. Why did she seem so calm?

“Mhm,” she hummed, nosing her way beneath his chin, silently asking him to raise his head. “You look so pretty like this.” A kiss. “So sweet for me.” A suck. “So desperate.”

His entire body shook as shivers ran along his spine with every open mouthed kiss she would leave on his neck. Switching between her tongue and teeth, she gave attention to his pale column, leaving not even an inch unattended as the pain of her marks was quickly swept away with a sweet lick to the forming bruises.

The heat inside him was steadily rising back as her hands slipped beneath the thin shirt he had stolen from her, roaming around his back before trailing lower and grabbing his bottom, ruthlessly grinding his crotch back into her.

It was overwhelming how good he felt. His own hand tangled itself into her hair, desperate to hold onto something as the pleasure consumed him, while he bit the other to try and hold back his moans. She had barely touched him, yet he was already falling apart.

So distracted, his mind didn’t even have time to process that she had pulled his arm away, until she replaced it with her lips.

Contrasting her hungry hands, roughly pushing him closer and closer to her, her kiss was so gentle he could almost feel tears welling up in the corner of his eye.

For over five hundred years he had been alone. Abandoned and discarded as nothing but a worthless imitation of a god, undeserving of any love or attention even by his very creator. He had continuously yearned for someone to fill the empty void in his torso, all to be betrayed yet and yet again until he had finally learned the folly of his ways and given up on the idea he might once receive what he longed for. And yet, the moment her lips laid upon his, all the walls he had constructed around him came crashing down.

Weak.

Pathetic.

Loved.

How dare she?

How dare she crash into his life, turning everything he once knew upside down, without a care for the chaos she left in her wake.

He should have known better. Believing in such sweet lies would bring nothing but pain and disaster upon him, but it was so easy to fall.

Lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts, he noticed too late when her hand dared to adventure further, her nails gently tracing the planes of his stomach making goosebumps rise on his skin until finally, finally reaching where he wanted her most.

Part of him wants to hide in embarrassment at the mewl that leaves his lips the moment her hand wraps around his cock. That thought is promptly shut down as she licks the trail of saliva left behind at their kiss before diving back in.

She is slow, deliberate, never once giving him a moment of reprieve, but also not allowing him to reach the peak he so desperately needs. He is unsure whether to scream or cry, bucking his hips against her fist with wild abandon, but she remains unrelenting.

Her thumb brushes against his slit, spreading the leaking precum over his entire length, alternating between squeezing and pumping up and down at the same pace her tongue swirls in his mouth.

It is torture, he concludes. Payback for all the suffering he brought upon her.

He wants to believe he doesn’t enjoy this as much as his body thinks he does, but when the flick of her wrist picks up speed, tightening her grip ever so slightly as her other hand rubs open circles against his head, he cannot deny the shudder that wrecks his entire body.

And yet, she stops.

His ecstasy is replaced with a cold dread that sinks on his stomach.

Why did she pull away? Did she change her mind? Did she no longer want him?

Panicking, he examined her face in search for any hints he could use to convince her to stay, but all he found was an expression of pure bliss.

“Unlike you,” her supple chest rose and fell as she spoke. “I need air.

Right. Mortals needed to breathe.

His breath of relief was drowned away by her giggles.

“I told you already,” her thumb brushed against his lower lip. “I am not leaving.”

“I wasn’t worried.” He tried defending himself.

She planned to retort, but was quickly shut off by his lips wrapping around her thumb, putting on a show on sucking them off.

Albeit hesitant at first, he quickly grew confident as he saw the burning fire of her gaze, watching him like a starved woman being presented with a feast before her.

To his dismay, the moment is cut short as it seems she didn’t like the smug smirk plastered across his face, because the next thing he knows her hands are on his waist and she swings him right onto her lap.

His confusion must have been etched onto his face, as she is quick to clarify.

“Didn’t you know it is quite rude to wake up a lady in the middle of the night?” Lumine purred, moving her hands slowly over his torso. “It is only fair I ask you to put in some work, wouldn’t you agree?”

“What… what are you- hnn…” He doesn't get to finish his question as she grabs the waistband of his shorts and rips the fabric away, tossing whatever was left of it onto the ground.

One of her thighs promptly finds its way between his legs. With him now perched upon her lap, she has free access to his backside and she takes full advantage of that, happily grabbing his bottom, ripping out a rather undignified squeal out of him.

“You seemed very eager to hump me before, so I’ll allow you to continue.” She says, guiding his hips back and forth. At odds with his better judgment, he follows immediately, groaning as his length rubs nicely against her smooth skin. “Just like that. Good boy.”

He flushes at the nickname, the empty void in his chest fluttering at the thought of pleasing her. His grinding increases its pace, hoping to hear more of those sweet praises fall out of her lips.

“Archons, look at you. So good for me.” She smiles, sinking her teeth again and again into his flesh before licking the pain away. “Is this why you woke me up? Did you want me to fuck you that badly?”

The ecstasy jolts through him in shockwaves, panting heavily as his knees threaten to give out beneath him.

A few drops of precum land on Lumine’s leg when she tugs his hair harshly, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Answer me or I’ll stop.”

“Y-yes… hmm! D-don’t you dare… s-stop… Please…” He whimpers, the corners of his eyes shining with unshed tears as he tries to ignore the shame building up inside him.

Thankfully she seems pleased at his response, claiming his mouth hard and hot as his reward.

When her hands let go of his back, he lets out an involuntary whine of displeasure that gets interrupted as her now free fingers lodge themselves onto his chest, teasing his neglected nipples and for a second he is afraid he might pass out.

It’s too much. It’s way too much. For all his life he did everything in his power to try and stomp down any disgustingly human feelings that dared to sink their claws into him. And yet, this woman - no - this goddess now slithered her way into his non-existent heart, assaulting his every sense with indescribable pleasure. Try as he might, he cannot stop the tears from pouring down.

“Lumine…!” He repeats her name like a prayer, feeling the roughness of her tongue as she laps the teardrops away.

“Do you want to cum, baby?”

His voice quivers as he answers. “Mmm! Y-yeah… A-ah… please…!

The blonde presses him flat against her chest, redoubling the efforts on his nipples, pinching and twisting as her free hand spreads his asscheeks and she bounces her thigh up and down before moving to stroke his throbbing dick.

He cries out between kisses, his whole body being racked with shudders, every cell of his body being filled with her and only her.

“There you go,” she whispers, caressing him so passionately it almost makes him believe the love in her eyes might be real. “Just let go, baby.”

So he does.

It only takes one more stroke before he throws his head back, shouting when the full intensity of his orgasm hits. His eyes rolling back into his skull, Lumine helping him ride out his climax, searing loving praises into him with every kiss she leaves on his skin.

From the distance he could feel her mouth softly pressing against his cheeks, nose, eyelids, before finally reaching back to his lips. “You did so good, sweetie.”

If he had any strength left he would have kept her there, but as it was he remained limp in her arms, face buried in the crook of her neck, tiredly sucking his own marks in the column of her throat.

“You okay, love?” She asks, carefully wiping the remnants of tears and saliva on his face, not seeming to mind the mess left behind.

“Mhm…” He murmurs, staring enchanted at the concern shining in her eyes.

She makes a move to disentangle herself from him, but he is quicker, wrapping himself around her like a koala would to a tree before she can escape. “Don’t go.”

She blinks surprised, but ends up breaking into a chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere,” she says, carefully brushing through his purple locks. “But we need to take a bath.”

Not giving in, he simply cuddles closer. “Later… let’s sleep now”

“Alright, alright,” she giggles. “Let me at least take off this dress.”

He backs away just enough to see the drying cum marrying the front of her once pristine dress and hesitantly lets her go.

He takes a small moment to admire the curves of her body, her muscles rippling with every move highlighting her plush skin littered with scars from head to toe.

Beautiful, he thinks.

“Decent,” He says.

Her answer consists of dragging him by his feet back into her arms - perhaps with a bit more force than necessary. His legs instantly wrap around her waist and he could have happily stayed there for the rest of the night, if only she didn’t drop him back into the mattress.

He didn’t hesitate to drag her down with him when he believed she was taking too long to lie down.

“Geez, calm down you brat,” she huffed, but her false annoyance was betrayed by the soft kiss she placed on the crown of his head when he snuggled into her open arms.

“Never,” was the last thing she heard him utter before sleep claimed her.

Only her breath slowed back into its usual pace, did he finally allow himself to close his eyes. “Good night, starlight.”

[asteriaarts]

morning

[ars-polonia]

Władysław Wankie, Krajobraz z topolami/ Burza idzie (Landscape with Poplars / Storm is coming)

before 1923, oil on canvas,

[sincerely-nines]

Long hair tango propaganda dont stop!!!!

My friend had uh. Some choice words when i showed it to them.

[roleyartnstuff]

Hey guys did you know my school has computers with virtual machines inside? Well i installed windows XP and i managed somehow to draw various things in it with the win xp paint limitations and only the shitty school mouse. first it was myself and then i just did whatever i thought of.

(mm2wood.midi my beloved)

Here are the draws i made in detail and finished:

("Caperpfp.png" and "Boreas.png" represent the characters "Caper of Euros" and "Boreas' Blessing", wich are made by @spotsupstuff. All credit of them goes to her)

[random-brushstrokes]

Władysław Wankie - Serenada (ca. 1890)

[wankysantanalopez]

happy 37th birthday naya hope you're having a party up there🦋

[duchessofostergotlands]

Scrolling Instagram is how I imagine it felt to be Henry VIII. Watching the little people perform for me. If their content pleases me I will throw them a trinket by liking or commenting to boost their engagement. If their content pleases me not I will discard them into the scrap heap by scrolling on, clapping my hands to summon the next court jester to entertain me with a little dance or a cat that performs tricks