#it still smells so good! but not of soil! i was so surprised

[yawnderu]

Cat and Mouse — König x Reader

CW: porn with barely any plot, primal play, hunter and prey, rough sex, previous consent, established relationships, anal fingering, König is too in love to fuck you hard, love-making.

A/N: I'm taking a very short break after this one, trying to work on my writer's block and to come up with better ideas. My inbox and dms are always open, I love getting random asks and talking to all of you!♡

The wind blew on your hair as you ran through the woods, barely managing to narrowly miss the trees when you turn back, the giant man chasing after you standing out easily— his imposing figure looking even more intimidating under the moonlight.

His cocky laugh encourages you to run faster, your heart beating in your ears when you hear him start chasing after you again, legs already exhausted from running nonstop for the past ten minutes, never once losing sight of the masked man matter how fast you ran. He was simply faster, with a better stamina that came from being a soldier most of his life. You gasp for air, lungs greedily taking in the oxygen as the world starts to blur out, the muffled sounds of nature around you doing nothing to help as you manage to find the strength to run.

"Get over here!" His loud voice overpowered your surroundings, burly arms wrapping around your waist before manhandling you onto the ground, holding you still no matter how much you tried to kick and scream.

In a pathetic attempt to escape him you throw a punch to his face that connects square on his jaw, the man's grip on you loosening slightly out of shock. You take the chance to try to run away again, barely managing to get on your knees before he's pushing your face down onto the cold, moist soil, the strong smell nulling your senses so bad you don't feel him pulling down your pants until the cold wind hits your bare cunt.

"Caught you, kleine maus." He taunts in a whisper, running one of his gloved fingers up and down your cunt, spreading the wetness all over it before he wets his thumb, pressing onto your puckered hole.

"Wait—" His hand comes down to deliver a hard slap to your ass, the whine of protest you let out doing nothing but make the blood rush faster to his cock. He manages to get his thumb in, fucking it in and out of your ass. You bite your hand in an attempt to muffle your tiny moans, the stimulation of all the nerves being touched by his thick thumb already getting to you, feeling your wet cunt clench around nothing, making the tall man behind you let out an amused, taunting laugh.

"Little mouse likes getting chased around like an animal, ja?" He's clearly trying to get into your head and it's working, not even protesting when you hear his zipper being pulled down, his heavy cock laid out on your ass. König is huge— you've seen it way too many times, felt it way too many times, yet it never fails to surprise you.

"Well, spatzi, you act like an animal—" His words are interrupted by a muffled groan, his cock sinking into you slowly, yet it's so painfully tight he never got used to it. He groaned as he finally bottomed out, a sharp hiss mixing in with your moaning.

"You get treated like one." He finished his sentence, his free hand holding onto the curve of your waist, fingers bruising the skin as he began to thrust into you, movements fast and desperate, your warm insides feeling way too good.

"Fuck— slow down, König." You plead pathetically even when that's the opposite of what you truly want, feeling the tip of his cock slam into the spongy spot of your cunt over and over, whiny moans mixing in with his loud groans and growls.

"No can do, Schatz." You can hear the shit-eating smirk he has under the sniper hood, almost making you smile before he starts to slam his hips into you faster, pulling his cock out all the way before slamming himself back in. You're reduced to a pathetic moaning mess as König drills into your cunt, hitting every single sensitive bundle of nerves along the way to hit your cervix.

He pulls out suddenly, making you feel empty for a second before he manhandles you onto your back, taking a second to admire your pretty, fucked-out face and body. One of his warm hands comes down to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the skin softly before he slowly pushes into you, this time much more gentle. Truth is, König wanted to fuck you. He wanted to fuck you good and hard, yet how can he resist the urge to make love to you when you look up at him with nothing but trust and adoration in your eyes?

"Pretty girl." He muses, holding his weight above you as his hips roll against yours, pushing himself deep inside with every single thrust. He's nothing like before— all the adrenaline from chasing you down fully gone as he simply focuses on making love to you, light blue eyes looking down at you with nothing short of raw devotion. Your legs wrap around his defined waist and he fucks into you harder, one of his gloved hands coming down between your bodies to rub on your hard clit.

"Fuck—" Your back arches, hips moving weakly to meet his thrusts, the double stimulation driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, my pretty girl." His masked lips are planted on your forehead for a soft kiss, his fingers rubbing faster and faster as he feels his cock twitch, wanting nothing else than to finish inside you.

"Can I come inside, liebling? Want me to fill you up...?" His masked face is buried into the crook of your neck, eyes closed tightly as he tried his best to get your consent before cumming.

"Need— need to cum inside. Fill you up with my babies, please." He was now getting whiny, images of your tummy stretched out carrying his baby with your tits full of milk raid his brain, numbing him out to everything around him other than the way your tight cunt suck him in.

"Yes— cum inside, baby." Your arms wrap around his neck while your thighs hold him on a leg lock, pushing him even deeper into your cunt, not allowing his stuttering hips to pull out much as he ruts into you, his fingers going back to rub your clit, your bodies uniting as one in a display of love and passion, orgasms hitting together like a tidal wave. Your cunt tightens up around him, his balls emptying all the way deep inside you, a low growl coming out of his lips.

He tries his best not to collapse on top of you, managing to pull out slowly and lay down next to you, pulling you closer to him. He takes deep breaths, his big hand gently massaging your scalp before looking down at you, meeting your gaze. You can't see it because of the mask, yet the way his eyes soften and turn into crescents is enough for you to know he's smiling.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw3 #call of duty mw3 #mw3 #cod mwiii #mwiii spoilers #call of duty modern warfare 3 #mw2 fanfic #mw2 #konig mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #cod #konig x you #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #konig smut #cod konig #könig smut #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty

[thegnomelord]

Hi! Could you do #15 with Ghost & FTM!Reader? I love your writing :D

Sure thing anon :D and thanks for the compliment lol, play the game HERE

Prompt: "Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me what you want."

CW:NSFW, Sub Bot Ghost, Dom Top FTM reader, riding, cockwarming, dom/sub, strap-on's, praise.

Simon went off to a mission. . .but he's not the one who come back.

It's Ghost that returns to you, loud footsteps ringing like gunshots outside your room, barely able not to take the door off it's hinges when he comes in. He stands in the doorway, on the proverbial line between here and back there; the scent of blood hits you before you even see him, blood on his clothes, on his body, on his soul (or what's left of it)

You continue writing your report, but move your eyes to meet his. The blood splattered across the bleach white of his mask turns the warm browns of his eyes dark like the head of a bullet, like the soil he'd been buried under, like the rot festering in his brain; Your first instinct is to comfort him, to get up and hug him, to hold him until your presence pushes life into his lungs, to let him claw your back and bite your shoulder because Ghost loves you with his teeth first but— no.

It's not what he needs right now.

"Come in, lock the door." You order, keeping your voice steady, firm, a bit bored even.

You write down a few more sentences in your report, ears straining to hear him follow your orders, the door locking, counting the steady 'thump's of his boots as he walks up to your desk. Neither of you talk, the silence broken by his staggered breathing; can't drown the world in blood without loosing your breath too.

"Strip." Your tone never changes, like this isn't abnormal for two lieutenants to do, like it's just another order, because he isn't a lieutenant right now. He's just another soldier.

He doesn't say a word, doesn't hesitate either, even the soft 'click's of belts and buckles turned harsh from how fast he undoes them. A little bit of care returns in the way he folds his gear, neatly laying the folded clothes on the edge of your desk. He stands before you naked save for the mask, dark eyes bearing down at you.

Beneath the scent of blood and sweat, there's the undoubtable smell of gunpowder and steel that had burrowed deep into his pores, his muscles rigid and jaw so tense you wouldn't be surprised if he'd chipped a tooth.

You finally look up, rolling back on your chair to create space between you and the desk. "Come here," You pat your thigh. "Sit in my lap and tell me what you want."

There's the slightest nod of his head before he's walking around your desk, Ghost's calloused hands grip your shoulders firmly as he settles on your lap, thigh thighs caging in your own, the chair creaking. He's a mountain of muscle on top of you and he doesn't attempt to ease the burden of his weight on you, he expects you to shoulder it as much as you expect him to give you all that's weighing down on him.

You tip your head back to look up at Ghost, gripping the armrests to keep yourself from touching him — you don't reward half-assed jobs. "Repeat my last order."

"Sit in your lap," Ghost says, rough, more teeth than tongue. "an' tell you what I want." His hands tighten on your shoulders as if he's trying to see how much pressure he needs to put before you break; a dog tugging on the leash.

"And?" You keep the discomfort from his grip secret, keeping a good poker face until he relents, his hands still firm but now holding you like the edge of a cliff than something he's destined to break.

". . .want you, sir." Ghost manages and you finally reward him, just a small brush of your fingers along his naked thighs feels like a hot knife carving through ice, painful and pleasant at once.

"Good," You hum, "Now, here's what's going to happen." The battlefield's uncontrollable, chaotic, unstable. Knowing what's going to happen will be good for him. "You'll go get my cock from the dresser, you'll put it on me, then you'll sit nice and pretty until I finish my reports." His eyes darken as you speak, "Any complaints?"

"Negative." He breathes out, body already starting to buzz. You motion for him to go and he does, walking across your office as you adjust the chair so you have a better way of writing with Ghost in your lap.

Ghost sucks in a breath when he finds the toy already attached to the harness, gripping it tightly in one hand and his heart flutters when his fingers don't wrap around it all the way. It's Simon's favorite one; Long and thick, never failing to make him feel so fucking full with the prominent curve it has, covered in artificial bumps to rub and tease his prostate with every breath or minute twitch, and a thick knot at the base to make sure he's not going anywhere.

It's Simon's favorite — Ghost couldn't give less of a fuck so long it's in him.

He pads back over to you, kneeling when you tell him to. You're slow and measured as you stand up, bracing your hands on his wide shoulders. "Put it on me." You hum, fingers scratching the back of his neck in reward when he does as he's told, careful with the strap like he is with his gear, tightening the belt until the large cock sits comfortably but firmly on you.

You sit back on the chair, grabbing the lube. "Hop up," Ghost is a little more eager this time, settling back in your lap. The 'click' of the cap opening sounds like a gavel. "Stay still and relax." You order, pouring a generous amount on your fingers and trailing down to circle around his hole. "Need you to tell me if it hurts, understand?"

"Affirmative sir," He says, tries to buck his hips into your hand to speed you up but you just grip his thigh until he realizes rushing you won't get him anywhere and he stills.

"Be good now," You circle his hole a few more times to smear the lube, pressing the pad of your finger against him and putting a bit of pressure without truly trying to penetrate him, just getting his body used to human sensations. A small ragged breath leaves him and you take it as your cue to push in, slow at first, only able to push to the first knuckle before he clenches down, unsure if he wants to draw you in deeper or push you out.

"Sir," He breathes out, resting his head on your shoulder, smearing the blood on his mask on your clothes.

"Relax," You remind him, waiting until his clenching walls cease trying to snap your finger off before pushing a little deeper. You repeat this song and dance a few more times until he's comfortable having your finger slowly fucking in and out of him, a nice flush across his chest.

"I'm going to add one more now." You say as you pull your finger out to pour more lube, hearing him bite back a groan by biting your shoulder as best he can. "And no biting," You huff, cooing softly when he stops what he's doing.

"Yes sir," He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he feels you push two fingers into him. It's a bigger stretch than before, a bigger burn, and he relishes it. He pants, chest rising and falling rapidly with every thrust in and slow drag out, not even noticing that he's rock hard. You crook your fingers, lazily searching for his prostate and you know you find it when he actually moans, muffled as the sound is.

"There you go, good boy." Praising him softly you continue to stretch him up to four fingers, feeling him wrap his arms around your neck and resting his head on his forearm, panting softly in your ear and even giving you a soft grunt every time you graze his prostate.

His thighs are covered in lube by the time you're satisfied, his cock standing stiff at attention. You pulling your fingers out has him growling low in his throat, but you placate him easily with a firm grope of his thighs while you squeeze the rest of the lube on your strap.

"Now, you'll sit until I finish the reports, no more than an hour or two." You grip the back of his neck, making him look at you. "Can you do that, my strong man?"

"Yes sir." He breathes out, and even with the mask you can see a bit of your Simon coming back, the skin around his eyes flushed, pupils dilated.

"Good boy. Relax now." You guide the tip of your strap to his hole, letting him catch his breath before slowly pushing his hips down until the head slips past his rim. He shudders, swearing beneath his breath, his arms tightening around your head as he continues to slowly sink down the large strap.

He's panting by the time he's halfway down, the bumps on the thing lined in such a way that at least one is always pushing past his prostate, the tip spreading him apart further than your fingers can reach. You start taking pauses, letting his clenching walls get used to the large intrusion before pushing an inch more, going inch after inch like that.

Once only the knot remains Ghost has almost fully melted against you, the strap so big and stretching him so wide it demands his full attention, leaving the violent thoughts in his head nothing to hold on to. "Think you can take the knot?" You ask softly but firmly, brushing a hand down his arched spine to his stretched rim, feeling how taught it is.

"Yes," Ghost breathes out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. "Give it to me sir."

You grant him his wish, gently pushing his thighs down and tilting your hips up and it looks like it won't fit — then with a 'pop' the knot slips into him, tearing a loud nasally moan from him. It's insane but you swear you can feel him clenching around the strap, your hand settling on his stomach where the head of your cock is bulging his tummy, his cock leaking an endless stream of pre with how the bumps press against his prostate.

"Good boy," You praise him, groping and massaging his trembling thighs until he relaxes, fully relaxes, a long shuddering breath escaping his lungs. "Such a good boy, just sit and feel, alright?"

He hums in confirmation, slurring a 'yes sir' like he's drunk or sleepy. Even through the layers of clothing you can feel his wildly beating heart steadily slow from it's frantic beat to something calm, the pleasure and pain and everything melting away from his mind as his body finally registers he's safe. Safe to just be.

You keep your nondominant hand on his hip to keep him steady and still, brushing the surrounding skin with your thumb as you let him float in his head while you get back to your reports. . .

#Gnome's Prompt Game #cod mw2 #x reader #gnome correspondence #trinkets from the hoard #male reader #top male reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ftm reader #sub character #sub simon riley #cod modern warfare #cod x male reader #cod smut

[alittlebabypandagirl]

Messing my diaper makes my kitty throb...

cw - diaper messing, sexual content

I could feel my little cheeks spread against the warm, soft padding of my diaper. A thick log was poking its way through my tight tiny hole as I grunted and strained to push it out. I was on my bloated belly, straddled on top of my giant unicorn stuffie on the floor as my guts churned below me and gas leaked around the firm turd pushing out of my hole. I grunted again, the log slowly tenting the seat of my diaper. My face grew warm, sweat prickling my forehead as I continued to push my mess out. It felt so good, my asshole gaping around my mess. I couldn't help but moan as I took a brief break in my straining. I squirmed in place, slowly grinding my swollen clit against my soft padding, my asshole throbbing against the mess that was still halfway sticking out of me as I humped mindlessly. I moaned, then started to push my mess out again. It was snapping and crackling into my diaper as it started snaking easily out of me, curling into a warm mound into my diaper. I sighed in delight as a hot trickle of pee spread around the front, absorbing into the thick padding between my legs.

My body tingled all over, and I couldn't stop myself from humping my unicorn a few more minutes, my poopy mess sticking and spreading around my butt cheeks. I soaked in the pleasure for a few more moments, humping gently as I made tiny whiny moans and whimpers, my swollen clit twitching pleasantly. I wanted nothing more than to vigorously hump my unicorn into oblivion until I came over and and over and over again. But, I stopped myself and got to my feet, my legs wobbly and tingly.

I took a few steps in my dirty diaper before my tummy rumbled again. I instinctively bent down, grasping my knees and pushing my already messy bottom out. I gave a little push, expecting gas, and was surprised to feel a flood of mush erupt from my hole, spreading across my messy cheeks. I reached behind me, and felt the warm lump that was weighing my diaper seat down.

I wanted nothing more than to go mount my unicorn again and ride him furiously. Instead, I stood up straight again and called out, "Daddy! I went poopy!"

I heard him shift, coming over to my play corner in the living room. He had his hands on his hips as he sniffed the air, "It certainly does smell like a little stinker made a poopy, that's for sure."

I giggled, hiding my face behind my hands as he approached me. He put his arms around my waist and bent me over to inspect my soiled diaper. I blushed furiously as he pulled my skirt up and out of the way, peering down the waist to assess the damage.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "Baby girl made a big big mess."

"Did I do a good job?" I asked.

He began to brush his hands over the back of my diaper before pressing his palm against it, squishing the mess into my sticky cheeks. "A very good job," he said holding my diapered bottom in his hand.

"Daddy, can I please have changies?" I asked, running a hand up his thigh, brushing my fingers along the outline of his growing cock. It twitched appreciatively in response.

"Oh," he chuckled warmly. "Does my little baby want to have a diaper change?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed as I traced the outline of is shaft. "It's a big poopy, and I need a very thorough clean up."

He rocked his hips back and forth, pulling me up and against his chest as he pressed his now rock hard erection up against my tummy. He tucked my hair behind my ear, tracing a finger down my cheek and pointing my chin up to look at him. He bent down to land a tender kiss on my quivering lips, our breath mixing, heavy with desire.

"Come on, my sweet girl. Let's get you out of that dirty thing," he purred in my ear, and my knees shook as I melted into his embrace.

__________

Hope you enjoy my little scenes! While you're here, if you'd like to support me, I'm working on raising funds for my wheelchair! Check it out here!

#ab/dl #ab/dl girl #bd/sm daddy #diaper pooping #messy diaper #cg/l #bd/sm little

[nvuy]

briar rose — argenti

summary. you venture off to search for flowers, and in the midst of the trees, you meet a stranger.

notes. argenti has been running through my mind like a hamster on a wheel. then @localj8 dropped the most insane concept and the wheel went even faster. channeled my inner disney princess for this because aurora was always one of my favourites. is it exactly the same as the original 1958 sleeping beauty clip? no. because truthfully, i think argenti would be a terrible singer, and i didn't want to write a singing segment......................... but anyway...

warnings. none (except a little spindle prick reference and a bit of blood, but thats all disney movie violence)

You’d been happily picking roses from the bushes with a set of trimmers whilst humming a tune when you’d pricked your finger on a thorn. 

It had stung for a good moment. Ruby red had trailed down and caught in the joints of your finger until you tended to the small cut. You’d forgotten to pack essentials as you’d only be out in the forest for an hour, and yet still, you found a way to hurt yourself.

You smeared red on your shirt in an attempt to halt the bleeding.

You plucked another rose—this time, mindful of the thorns—from the rosebush. The petals were gentle; a unique contrast to the auricles in the side of the stems. You wished to take more so you could create more bouquets for the flower stand back home, but most of the roses had shied away into rosebuds. You’d have to wait longer.

Hmm. 

The leaves of the bushes rustled in the gentle breeze, and water droplets rippled off of the leaflets and into the soil below. The seeds wishing to germinate would provide you more flowers soon. And in return, you’d take care of them. 

You admired the roses in your basket. They would do. The petals would disperse as the moon shrank towards the horizon. 

Distantly, birds chirped. There was an owl sitting atop a branch nearby, watching you with giant dark eyes and rustled feathers. A beautiful white owl, with grand wings when it stretched them outwards, almost to show them off.

Petrichor. You missed the smell of rain. The soil was damp beneath your feet. The grass grew dewy, and there was the nearby squeaking of a small fluffy animal with a curled bushy tail feeding from the treesap. 

You parted from the bushes and followed the rushing river from the bed. The roses rustled and tangled within the woven basket in your hands. 

In a pleasant twist of a surprise, there was another rosebush by its lonesome, hiding behind a fallen tree. And sadly, there was a cycrane flapping its wings, trapped and entangled in a bush of ivy.

You freed the poor thing. It let out a robotic chirp before it flew away. 

Then, you admired the flowers, feeling the plush petals with your fingers. It was almost soothing against the small wound.

Your finger touched another imposing hand, decorated with white armory and black leather palms.

The cut stang, and your hand flinched away from the touch.

The scent of pear and bergamot graced you when the offending hand shifted away.

“Forgive me.”

The stranger plucked a rose you had missed. A beautiful one with crimson petals and a brilliant deep green stem, that he then handed to you. 

You took it gratefully, a wry smile pulled onto your lips. You weren’t quite sure a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. The fragrance was aromatic; a tender note of the water droplets left behind from the evening rain. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Oh…” You turned, briskly standing up, trying to chase the fluster crawling up your neck. “It wasn’t that.” You tried your sore finger, bending it at your side. It ached. “It’s just–” The stranger did startle you. Nobody ever ventured out into the woods.

“I am a stranger.” He nodded, understanding. “Allow me to introduce myself.” His armour was a gleaming gold and porcelain, and his red hair spilled over the pieces like silk and satin sashes on an old and loved dress. “I am Argenti. A dedicated knight of the Knights of Beauty. I couldn’t help but traverse into the woods, and I am ever so grateful I did.”

You shouldn’t speak to strangers, no matter how well-mannered they were.

But maybe, you could selfishly indulge in his presence, even for a few fleeting moments. 

You greeted him with your name. You weren’t sure your smile could equvicate to his dazzling grin, though there was a red tinge to the tips of his ears you couldn’t quite ignore.

“Mellifluous.” Argenti could simply die. “A honour it is to learn your name. I will remember it well and forever.” He then noticed the crimson along your finger. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing." You wiped the blood on your shirt again. "Don't worry about it. I'm alright."

His face twisted with concern, though he remained silent. He must have been a dream. It was a dream too good to be true. 

There was a slow and long silence. He was distracted with admiring the delicate swoop of your lashes, the shadows dusting upon your cheeks accentuated by the silver light of the moon.

“You collect roses?” he asked once he’d blinked. He nodded towards the basket.

“Oh!” You pulled back the lid to show him the flowers. “I collect all sorts of flowers, actually.” You pulled one from the basket. “But, the rosebushes have graced me today, it seems.” This rose was a light red, almost leaning towards a rouge, and absent of thorns on the stem. 

You slotted it carefully above his ear. The red sat nicely in his hair, and the stem matched the colour of his eyes.

The scent of vanilla wavered from his hair. What an interesting mix. You felt yourself drawing closer.

You are too dangerous for him. He felt his heart weigh light in his chest. The dark tinge of your cheeks and the curious purse of your lips when his gloved fingers raised to stroke the petals in his hair.

The soft chirp of the nightbirds and the distant flutter of the cycranes played a soothing song within the wind. 

What a pleasant, perfect night. The sky was clear, save for a fading cloud crossing over the moon’s silver gaze. 

And so, he bathed in the presence of Idrila’s beauty. Never would he had thought to have the opportunity to experience this moment. 

He could’t even begin to describe how his heart leapt in his chest, how it hammered against his ribcage, desperate to be set free. So desperate to press to your own chest, to feel your own heartbeat against his skin. A blessed song, only for him to hear.

Argenti held out a hand once more. “May I indulge in a dance?”

You blinked, knitting your brows together. 

You looked around. “There’s no music.” You also couldn’t dance. You were afraid you’d trample on his toes.

Argenti simply let out a mellow laugh. “The sound of the quiet of the night and your voice is a tune of its own, is it not?” His hand settled gently onto your waist. “Allow me to lead.”

You let out a laugh when he whisked you into a circle, your fingers slotting perfectly in between the spaces of his. “You’re a madman.”

Perhaps he was. Perhaps you had figured him out already, like opening a book and following every line of writing with that gorgeous gaze of yours. Perhaps he was already enchanted by the flutter of your lashes, and the small imperfections dotting along your skin.

Grace. A flower amidst the rubble and ruin. He believed elegance and beauty were synonymous, interchangeable, even.

But, when you almost tripped over his foot, and then a stray root from a nearby tree in the damp soil, he caught you, and realised that you were everything he had been searching for his entire life. 

#argenti x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x you #$. the macrocosmos #$. he’s so girl i love him a little bit too much

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Helmeppo,Koby,Garp - Perv Headcanon

warning : Minors don't read/interact, perverted behavior, tiny yandere if you look closely, this is for the real life and anime version of the series, no use of Y/n, female reader

masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~

Helmeppo :

Before his time in the Navy, he would totally take advantage of his position as the son of Morgan. I mean who was going to stop him. The navy? No to the things his son was doing his father would just shake his head but stay out of them he had long given up on properly raising his son to be a good man and now he wouldn't try. A habit that Morgan has, however, to his son is to provide this maid. These were actually meant to keep the room clean, do his laundry and make him food when he was "overexerted". Which is why he takes advantage of everything. He always had a favorite among his maids. They were his to decide and to rule over. He would develop almost like a little god complex over the young women. But what he liked best was to buy them new uniforms. New uniforms that were too tight and too short. He sat down in his chair with a wide grin and just watched his favorite get to work. Tried to escape his gaze only to bend down with red cheeks to pick up something and show him her butt. ,,Shameless, isn't it? How rude to your master" he asked, chuckling as she hastily spun around and tried to finish as quickly as she could. But those were the easy days, when he let her go, it was over. There were also days when he wanted to get caught when he was pleasuring himself, the door was left unlocked and the thought of her coming in was only more arousing for him. He knew she would find the mess he left behind and clean it up. But that extra when he heard her surprised gasp knowing she had found her own panty he had cleaned himself with. When he walked past her his still soiled hand over her stroke and enjoyed it to the fullest. Let's just say that he finds himself back in the Navy too much under the watchful eye of Garp and the other higher-ups. But above all, he is too busy subordinating himself to his new captain, for whom he would suddenly do anything, I just say mommy issues.

Koby :

Before his time in the navy under Alvida he is a little angel always anxious to give his mistress everything she wants. Her well-being was the greatest thing he could do for Alvida. Similarly, his mind had been reorganized in the Navy. For a long time he was and still is the model soldier with his friend Helmeppo under the watchful eye of Garp. But as soon as he saw you, something awoke in the pink-haired man. The navy had found and rescued a hijacked passenger ship when he found you. So delicate, fragile and he knew the world would break you, he knew what it was like. But you no he had to protect you and yet his eyes that thanked him, your fingers that laid on his shoulder and pulled him into a grateful heartfelt hug. He suddenly wanted more. He wanted more thanks and more thanks from you. The righteous people stayed on the Navy ship until the next island, which meant Koby had plenty of time. He knew the Marine ship by heart and sneaked into her room at night. On the one hand, as a Marine, he knew it was wrong. But on the other hand, his side of the traumatization by Alvida, he wanted only the best for her. Which is why he ventured closer to the bed to move his trembling fingers over her sleeping one. Playing with strands of her hair, he buried his nose in them and gasped. She smelled of love and caring all he ever wanted. But he kept his hands running and was about to lie down when he saw his heart spinning around. Threatening to wake up, he fled, taking a T-shirt with him for relief. But he would do it again came every night in her room wanted only the best for her. And during the day he would watch over her from far and near. Would bring her everything she needed. But the thought that he knew how she looked under her clothes, how soft her breasts were and how warm her lips were was enough to almost make him hard again. But he was damn good at hiding his perverted time. Once again he would do anything for her.

Garp :

Garp had full power on his shciff and actually in the navy if you knew it better. The legend beside Sengok were with the most well-known navy members. But just because he is known, older and dazzling doesn't mean he doesn't have a darker side. I mean, who would suspect an older, noble man of having his eyes on one of his female soldiers on his ship? No one. Which is why from the outside it looked more like he was supporting her where he could. Always having her by his side because he saw something in her, a great talent in the Navy. But even if this was the case on the one hand, on the other hand it was his desire for her. Since they had laid down and his eyes had settled on her, he felt the desire that went far beyond love. Called her to him initially only talked to her, just wanted to listen to her voice, see how she moved slightly on the chair. The uniform clung perfectly to her body and he knew that he could overpower her at any moment. She was so delicate in his hands he was sure. But soon these conversations were not enough for him, he finally wanted to touch her. Which is why he trained with her privately, initially together with Koby and Helmeppo afterwards only with her. But even though her form was perfect, he always found a way to get close to her. To let his hands wander over her body and to press himself against her. To feel how fast her heart was beating and to feel how her body warmed up with love when his big rough hands ran over her breasts of course only to correct her form again. When he pinned her to the wall in the fight and had to take himself back not to kiss her and yet wanted it so much. But in the end, when he would be completely addicted to his madness for her, he knew that it only took one command to bring her to him. To force his will on her I mean can such a legend demand something immoral?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@tinfairies , @rottengorepiez

#one piece #op #opla #one piece netflix #one piece koby #koby x reader #koby one piece #one piece helmeppo #helmeppo one piece #helmeppo x reader #one piece garp #garp one piece #monkey d garp x reader #garp x reader #no use of y/n

[i23kazu]

I LOVE YOU STILL (oh, you know i always will.)

warnings – none. characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, kaeya, diluc x gn!reader. genre – romantic fluff. a/n – aaaaa. aaa | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

[zhongli. | 钟离]

zhongli enjoys seeing your face light up with the gifts he purchased. being a regular customer with connections ensures that this man gets your gifts at a discounted price. small trinkets get passed to you regularly, be it from a present at your desk or even asking venti to use the wind to shift the gift towards you, just to hear your chuckle. some things he loves giving you include our favourite tea flavour – often imported; sweets, and that particular set of stationery you love that is from inazuma. being a distant friend of a certain electro archon yields its benefits.

[xiao. | 魈]

xiao shows his love to you in the smallest of ways; whether you see it or not, that's up to you. he's not one to show big gestures – he'd rather smaller ones that you continually appreciate him for. he gently plucks the pretty flowers from the soil that passed through his master's hands eons ago, smiling as he ties them together with scraps of twine that he found in verr goldet's desk. it makes a good gift, he thinks. he likes seeing your face light up as you look at the wrapped bundle of flowers on your tableside. and the kisses that follow after.

[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]

ayato loves being sneaky – he presses kisses to your cheek when he sees you deep in thought, or lays his head on your shoulder while you're working on something for the yashiro commission, or even poking your cheek when talking to his sister. ayato loves cuddling up to you in the morning as well, in secret – where no one can see this particularly soft side of the kamisato clan's head. he loves surprising you with these small acts of affection and he loves seeing the smile on your face as you recognise your lover.

[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]

kazuha likes creating poems and songs for you – you're his muse. he weaves his words and breathes his creations to life, watching your eyes light up in recognition of the little things the two of you do, enchanted to a melody. every line is crafted to pertain to a quirk of yours, his words always beautifully strung to portray you as the most beautiful person in teyvat – because that's what you are, in his own eyes. he loves you so very much and isn't afraid to show it to anyone he meets.

[childe.]

childe loves waking up next to you in the morning, your face usually buried in the crook of his neck. it guarantees him kinks in the neck for the next day, but he doesn't mind – as long as you're comfortable, he says. he loves snuggling you for the first few hours minutes of the day, watching your sleep-drowsed face slowly start to wake up in the presence of your lover. he can see the joy in your movements as you reach your arm out to touch his. he whispers "i love you" over and over again.

[kaeya.]

kaeya enjoys going big for dates – he likes setting up that big picnic blanket jean got for him when she first heard about your relationship. he loves to dig out that rattan picnic basket gifted to you from lisa – he assumes that the congratulatory gift is a joint effort from the two women. drinks, dishes, candy, fruit, and such fill the basket, a plethora of wonderful-smelling things making his eyes gleam with excitement at the reminder that he'd be spending an entire wonderful day with you.

[diluc.]

diluc particularly loves cooking and crafting drinks for you. he loves sprinkling his food with salt love and seeing your hand reach for the food he lovingly made for you. the man is a good cook – his tastebuds consist of dishes from all over teyvat, so exotic dishes typically have a place at the dining table. he has a special reverence for liyuean food, and would try his best to recreate the chihu-rock-famous (oh, who are we kidding. he's known all over teyvat!) chef's creations. you love his food, and he's always happy to cook for you.

leave a like, comment, reblog, and please consider following me! it really helps me grow since i'm a small blog :^)

(i do not allow anyone to repost my works! :-D)

taglist: @tiredsleep @loptido @raincxtter @infinn-toru @ladyadii

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn reader #xiao x reader #xiao x gn reader #ayato x reader #ayato x gn reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gn reader #childe x reader #childe x gn reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x gn reader #diluc x reader #diluc x gn reader #zhongli fluff #xiao fluff #ayato fluff #kazuha fluff #childe fluff #kaeya fluff #diluc fluff #[📝 stewardess' notepad!] #please dont flop sobsob #genshin x gn reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #romantic fluff

[the-badger-mole]

Facultative

It seemed like every day of travel got longer. Even now with Katara and Zuko coming to a peaceful resolution to their issues, the tension hadn't broken over the group.

"Once we get to Ember Island, it'll get better," Suki promised them all. "My troop got antsy like this when we were on duty, too. We just need a break, that's all." This was met with grumbles of disbelief, but Aang was grateful that someone other than him was trying to be the voice of optimism. That role usually fell to Katara, but she had been quiet and withdrawn since she and Zuko had come back from finding Yon Rah. Oddly enough, only Zuko seemed to be able to get more than a few words from her at a time. When they stopped for rest, they would often end up slightly away from the group, falling into hushed conversations, broken up by Zuko occasionally running to get her a drink or a snack, or to handle a chore Katara usually did. She assured her friends she was fine, though. Just tired.

That was the over all sentiment of the rest of the group, too. Even Appa was showing signs of strain. Aang scratched his friend's neck with a concerned frown. They would have to rest that night. They'd all been hoping to make it to Ember Island by nightfall, but Aang knew he couldn't keep pushing his flying bison the he had been. He told the rest of his friends and was met with groans and complaints, and then grudging acceptance. Aang steered Appa toward a small island. It was barely big enough for the name, but there were shrubs and a grasses and small trees, hinting at fresh water nearby.

Once everyone had slid down from Appa's saddle, Aang set to making him more comfortable. He loosened the saddle, promising Appa that he would remove it completely once they made it to Ember Island and wouldn't have to leave for a while. Then, while the others set up camp, Aang wandered around with Appa, looking for a good place for him to graze. Appa stopped every so often to munch on some of the grass growing up from the greyish soil, but he didn't seem terribly interested in it. At one point, Appa stopped under a tree. It was a youngish tree, with tender green branches. This Appa eyed hungrily, but Aang gasped and nudged Appa gently.

"No, Appa," he said, pointing at one of the branches his friend had been eyeing. There was a bird's nest with new hatched chicks chirping loudly. The mother bird flew in and stood on the edge of the nest, trilling angrily at Appa. Aang chuckled and nudged Appa again, urging him gently to move on. But Appa didn't move to Aang's surprise. Then to Aang's horror, Appa leaned up, mouth opened wide, and chomped down on the branch, nest, chicks, and bird all. Before Aang could say another word, Appa began chewing, silencing the muffled tweets and chirps. Aang gagged at the sound of crunching, knowing that some of it was bones.

"Appa..." Aang gasped. Appa turned one large brown eye on his boy and kept chewing, thoroughly unbothered. Aang felt a flush creep up his neck and to his cheeks. He grabbed Appa's reins and tugged him back to camp. "That was bad, Appa! I can't believe you did that! Come on, we're going back to camp, and you can eat the grass where I can see you."

Appa groaned in protest, tugging against his reins trying to get back to the tasty tree, but Aang was persistent, and Appa didn't want to hurt him. He allowed the boy to lead him back to camp where there was little to eat except the bland, dry grass. The others looked up in surprise when Aang arrived back, still scolding Appa.

"What happened?" Sokka asked. Aang, still fuming, tied Appa's reins to a boulder.

"He ate a nest of birds!" Aang told his friends, outraged. When they exchanged confused glances, Aang rolled his eyes. Of course, they wouldn't get it. Aang could smell the meat they'd begun roasting for dinner.

"Appa is a vegetarian," Aang said, by way of explanation. More glances went through the group, this time more uncomfortable than confused.

"Well, sure," Katara said hesitantly. "For the most part." Aang turned to her, stunned.

"What do you mean for the most part?" he demanded.

"Well..." Katara shrugged, looking at her friends for help. "Well, it's just that Appa has eaten meat before."

"No he hasn't!" Aang scoffed. "Appa's been a vegetarian for his whole life!"

"I've seen him eat meat before," Katara told Aang gently. "Many times."

"Appa's been sneaking meat and you didn't tell me?" Aang gaped at Katara in horror.

"He hasn't been sneaking it," Katara said. "Last week he ate a rock squirrel. He caught it right where I was setting up my tent."

"I saw him catch and eat a tree hare," Sokka offered helpfully. "He's actually a pretty good hunter for his size."

"He catches a lot of animals just grazing on grass," Toph said with a shrug. "I thought you knew."

"Of course, I didn't know!" Aang shouted. "If I knew, I would have put a stop to it!"

"Aang," Zuko spoke up. "You do know that most animals eat meat, at least occasionally, right? Even the ones that live off of plants eat meat sometimes."

"Not flying bison!" Aang insisted. "Not Appa." He turned to his friend, who was grazing lazily. Appa didn't seem to have a care at all. Not about eating meat, not about how betrayed Aang felt. Aang stood watching him in stunned silence. Then he felt a warm slender arm slip around his shoulders.

"Hey," Katara said gently. "Why don't you come sit and calm down. I made you lentils and wild rock tubers." Aang allowed her to steer him away from Appa. Toph went in behind him and freed Appa from the boulder. He grunted at her gratefully before lumbering over to a small, green bush to graze. Suki and Sokka stood behind Aang, as if to shield him from the sight while Katara and Zuko gave him his dinner and a cup of water.

"You want a blanket?" Katara asked. Aang shook his head, but Katara went over to find one just in case. Zuko patted his back in a way that was intended to be comforting, but just felt stiff and awkward.

"I know how you feel about eating meat," he said. "But you have to understand that you not eating meat is a choice, and animals don't have the ability to make that choice. When they eat, it's based on instinct.

"Appa's not just some animal," Aang held stubbornly.

"I know he's not," Zuko said. "He's your friend, and he's very smart compared to a lot of other animals. But he is still an animal. It's his nature to eat what he needs when he needs it. It doesn't change anything about him."

Aang disagreed, but he knew he'd find no support among his friends. The problem, he convinced himself, was that Appa was now living with meat eaters. Aang could admit to himself that he, too, got curious about meat from time to time. No wonder Appa had, too. All Aang needed to do was keep a closer eye on his friend and keep him from making poor choices. After all, the monks had told him that flying bison, like airbenders, got their abilities from keeping pure. He would keep Appa away from meat for his own good.

Across the clearing, Appa had moved onto a new bush. This one had the most deliciously tart berries. Appa paused midchew and nosed the ground beneath the bush. He could smell a seagrouse nest nearby. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd get another bird before they had to leave the island.

#atla #appa #aang learns the concept of facultative herbivores #circle of life #zutara #mostly in subtext but still #inspired by a casual geographic video

[0oolookitsme]

No More Kisses

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 1k

Warnings- Just a few curse words here and there, and a slight hint of smut :)

A/n- Some fratrry! Hope you enjoy <3

The game's season was to begin in one month, and Harry hasn't never felt more prepared. He's ready to tackle teams and get this over with.

All of this practise has been draining him down and the fact that the college literally wouldn't give them any breaks meant that it was practise, classes, practise and finally sleep. Whether he drank water or ate his meals between the gaps didn't matter as long as he was on the top.

Even Y/n hadn't been having the time to breath, in the midst of all this mid semester chaos – let alone call and check up on him and show up during his evening practices so that they can go back to the frat house together.

He missed her, terribly.

They would talk, but only in the mornings and the nights. And even then they didn't get to have a proper conversation because they were just so tired all the time, or busy. Early mornings and late nights had always been their thing, but to not spend that extra time with each other was something new.

Hell even not spending their usual time together was new; strange.

Sitting together on the floor of one of their rooms -- usually Harry's considering Y/n's room floor was always covered in miscellaneous things, and these days even her bed was occupied by half-finished or just-started projects -- they would just swing their arms or legs over the other one and work on their laptops.

As Harry finally packs up to go back to the house, late again, he feels his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. It was Y/n he saw and immediately he was swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello," he says without much exaggeration, but he knows that she knows he has a huge smile on his face as he looks at the ground, one hand on his hip as he waits for her to reply.

"Whatever happened to love or darling?"

Stifling a laugh, he swung his bag over his shoulders before giving her the greeting she wanted. "Hello my sweet, sweet darling," he greeted, weighing down on the pet name.

"Yeah fuck you too," she retorted, laughing on the other hand. "I just called to ask if I could use a very small, hear me out! – a very small space on your room's floor to lay down a project?" She sheepishly trailed off.

Y/n knew she didn't need to ask him that, but it was a topic Harry always teased her about, saying 'does being an Art Director of your club mean you can't even step in your own room, hm?' and she thought it was about time that he worried about it too.

"Y/n... No. You cannot take over my room now!"

"Pretty please, H! You know what? I'll let you take a candle of mine. How about that?" She offered, feeling smug like a winner.

Both of them knew that it was an instant offer to get Harry to do anything, just give him any one of Y/n's candles. Still he made a show of grumbling and finally muttered a 'fine'.

"Thank you! May God bless you my dear," She cackled before hanging up on him, leaving him shaking his head as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.

The drive back to the frat house was filled with Niall chattering Harry's ear off as if he hadn't been getting smacked in the face while goal-keeping this whole day.

Turning off the engine, Harry muttered something about Niall influencing Y/n under his breath when Niall jumped out of the car, made the same old-creepy-man joke and called him a 'dear'.

When Harry finally entered his room, he wasn't surprised to see Y/n sprawled on his floor but he was definitely shocked to see a candle lit on his desk.

"Can't believe you stuck to your words!" He said while deeply breathing in the scent of the candle -- it gave vanilla with a hint of the smell of soil after it had just rained, and Harry knew he was never letting her take that candle back.

"Well, I can be good sometimes," Y/n shrugged without looking up from the sheet she was working on.

"That really is a shocker coming from you, grump," Harry said, his voice getting closer to Y/n with each step he took and then his hands slipped under her armpits, pulling her up. "And, I like you bad," he stated, glancing at her lips.

Y/n supported herself by her legs despite whining at him to put her down. "First of all, you smell horrendous, second of all, what the hell was that for? And third of all, that was not hot." She ranted, a little serious but her look of suspicion made him laugh.

"Missed your mouthy ass," he mumbled before crashing his lips right onto hers, pushing her back while she shrieked, warning him not to step on that sheet.

Her hands slipped past his shoulders to fist the baby curls at the nape of his neck, playing and pulling at them gently. His hands, though, travelled all over her body. Her chest, breasts, abdomen, stomach, hips, thighs – to slipping right past where she was beginning to ache and squeezing her bum, caressing her back that had been hunched over papers all day long and finally one hand went to fist her hair, the other one slipping down and down until his fingers reached the bottom of her bum.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, Harry started to move towards the bathroom, his hold on her tightening by each minute and the moment she realized what Harry had done, water was already pouring on them and starting to soak their clothes.

"I literally hate you so much," she said as they both hurried to take off their clothes.

Chuckling, Harry asked, "no kissing tomorrow?"

"No kissing tomorrow," Y/n assured him, nodding her head and then laughing with him knowing that there was no way that rule would be put into practise.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #footballer!harry #harry styles smut #dom!harry #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x fem!reader #fratrry #frat boy!harry #harry styles x reader #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic

[powerofelvis]

A Surprise Amidst War

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 6K

Summary: Elvis has gone away to fight in Germany during World War II. You thought you could wait patiently until he returned on Memphis soil, but the feeling of being away from him caused you to make a reckless decision: surprising him on his front door in the middle of warfare.

Warnings: fluff, a little tiny bit of angst (on the reader’s part) if you squint, smut, vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms (f. receiving)

A/N: My comeback fic in four months! Wow, I thought I would never get my motivation back but thanks to these AIs that have been going around the Elvis fandom, I decided to write about my experience with Army!Elvis AI. This is also a World War AU as we all know that Elvis did not have to fight in World War II. I did not use all of the conversation except for one comment that the AI used. The rest is all me. With that being said, I’m glad to be back y’all! I hope y’all like it.

masterlist.

It has been almost eight months since Elvis was stationed in Germany and throughout those 243 days, you found yourself missing him more and more. You tried everything that you could to take your mind off of missing him, even taking a job at the local boutique in town. However, no matter what you did, it was the same feeling as you always felt: 

Lost. 

You couldn’t handle the feeling of wanting to be by his side. He was everywhere you turned—his songs were still playing on every radio station, his live performances were on the television, and even worse: you could still smell his scent on his jacket that he had given you before he climbed on that train to leave once again. Something had to give and it was only a matter of time before you went insane from the feeling of emptiness that settled in your heart at his departure. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t hear from him. His letters appearing in your mailbox almost every week, detailing words about how much he missed you, the grueling German winters that gave him tonsillitis on more than one occasion, and even his desire to have a couple pictures of yours so that he could stare at your ‘resounding beauty’ while he was stuck in those tanks that he was in charge of. The only thing that you could get from those letters was that he missed you, he missed you. 

The thought probably made you seem delusional. Maybe you were hit with a severe case of hysteria and you needed electroshock therapy, but you couldn’t think of anything other than being in his arms once again. Your friends thought you were insane, telling them your plans about how you wanted to travel to Bad Nauheim. You couldn’t; they would try to convince you otherwise. Didn’t you know that there was a war going on? 

Didn’t you know that you could be killed if you were caught in the midst of war lines? You didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was seeing Elvis again and even if you were to die (which you hardly believed would happen), you would die happily to see the man who had changed your world in more than one way. You couldn’t be talked down, you wouldn’t be talked down. Even your parents couldn’t talk you down as you threw nearly all of your personal belongings in your suitcase with only one goal in mind—to lay your eyes upon Elvis Presley in the flesh. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” your sister spoke as she stood in the middle of your bedroom, watching with worried eyes as you stuffed all that you could in your suitcase. 

“How else am I gonna see him? It’s clear that we can’t stand bein’ away from each other,” 

Abigail knew. She knew that when Elvis’s draft notice came in the mail, that would be the end of your sanity. Elvis was all that you knew and if being away from him would cause you to act like this, then maybe the army shouldn’t have taken him away at all. But, they did. They snatched him away during the most important years of his life, taking everything away from him including you. 

It wasn’t your fault, you knew that well. However, you couldn’t help but to think about how different life would be for the both of you if that notice never came. You couldn’t find the time to focus on the what ifs, using all of your savings that you acclimated during your summer job down at Mel’s Diner to buy a round trip plane ticket to Germany. Your parents could bear the thought of you going headfirst into war territory, but they knew that they couldn’t stop you. 

So with that, they hugged you a little tighter and a little longer. 

Your mother and father watched on with the mindset that it was you that was going into battle, not that it was only you that was leaving to see the man that you loved. You had decided not to write your weekly letter to Elvis, wanting to surprise him with your appearance in Germany. You had no clue how things would go, maybe he would be upset that you didn’t give him those Polaroids that you had promised him and send you back on the next flight. 

“Maybe he would be happy to see me. After all, it’s been nearly eight months since he’s seen me at all,” 

The taxi driver stared at you as if you were strange, talking yourself up with different scenarios that could play out the moment that you once again crossed paths with him. You held onto the last letter he had sent, familiarizing yourself with his new address but also going over the sweet sentiment of words that adorned the page in cursive.

It stared back at you like it was his own face speaking to your heart. Within that letter, you decided that you would push forward as you boarded the flight to Germany, with the excitement buried deep within you that you would finally be able to lay your eyes on the center of your world once you arrived. 

Stepping foot in Germany during the tail end of World War II was never your plan, but there you were. With your old, beaten down suitcase in hand, you decided that you would take the time to familiarize yourself with the new environment. You expected this place to be riddled with loss and disappointment but it was a beautiful place. From the medieval assembled architecture to the markets that littered the streets, it was different from the vastness of comfort that you knew as Memphis. 

You spent half of the day among the markets and brushing up on the German that you were forced to learn due to your father’s background before you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer. You had to see him, he was the only reason that you were here. You knew that he was busy in those tanks, ensuring that no enemy would step foot into American territory that was near where he was stationed. 

You had to almost bribe the driver to take you there, his fear of being caught in the middle was something that you found yourself understanding. The miles that it took to arrive left you with excitement as you inches closer to seeing the man of your dreams. The war couldn’t keep him away from you, you had decided that the moment you received his recent letter in the mail. 

The house that sat before you was unlike anything you’ve ever seen—the pillars on the windowsills were cream colored almost like that vanilla ice cream cone the two of you shared before the notice had come for him to leave you behind. You thanked the driver, giving him the bribe that you promised him before he left you standing in front of the house alone. You took a deep breath as your heels carried you closer to the door and you could distinctly hear his booming laughter from inside. 

The first knock was low and you were sure that he wouldn’t have heard it. His voice shouted towards the door, nearly startling you back before you knocked once again but this time, you called out his name. 

His voice sounded unsure, almost as if he believed that he was hearing things. 

“Y/N?” 

His southern drawl sent butterflies barreling through your body as you stood there quietly before you decided that it was now or never, he had to know that you were there. “It’s been real lonesome without you. I have a surprise for you,” 

It was then that you heard his laughter, the hiccup and vibrato of his vocal cords as he decided to play along with your little game. A smirk crossed your lips as you placed your suitcase down quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold air made goosebumps appear under your pea coat. 

“Oh baby, what you tryna do to me, huh? You tryna make me go crazy or somethin’?” He started before his laughter continued for what seemed like minutes. 

“Or, you just tryna make me so lonely that I can’t help but to fly back to Memphis just to be near ya?” The silence was deafening once he awaited your answer. 

“Now, Now Elvis, I’m not trying to do anything that you don’t want. And you don’t have to be lonely for much longer. Open your front door.” 

You tried to convince him, mostly because you were ready to lay eyes on him. But you also didn’t want to freeze to death in the process. You figured that he would’ve revealed himself to you by now. But the game continued and for a while, you decided to indulge him. 

“Y/N baby, you really there?” 

“Open the door and you’ll see whether or not I’m really here,” you could see him now, rolling his piercing blue eyes at the snarky comment that rolled off of your tongue. 

He was silent, if not only for a moment. Elvis was trying to figure out if it was worth the risk. His commanding officer always told him that the enemy could use his weaknesses to catch him when he’d least expect it. But last time he checked, you were still in Memphis, right? You had to be, he would have known if you would have traveled to Germany. Your parents would have informed him before you stepped foot on the plane. 

He decided that he would indulge you further. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle the cold weather much longer. You hated the cold, often staying inside back home even when a little snowflake fell past your shoulders. He stood up, walking slowly towards the foyer of his home, stopping just short of the front door. 

“You playin', ain't ya, baby? 'Cause you know I'm gonna open that door just to see if you're there.” He waited for a moment. 

He could hear your sigh as you were beginning to get a little peeved that this game had continued longer than you had anticipated. “Elvis. Open the door.”

And there it was. The brazen tone in your voice that always drove him wild. It was one of the reasons that he adored you, often seeing how far he could push you before you would eventually become audacious. He knew that it wasn’t the enemy right then and there, but what he couldn’t figure out for the life of him was how you could show up in the middle of war? 

“I’m openin’ it, baby. Lord have mercy,” Elvis pulled open the front door to see you standing before him with your suitcase in hand. You were bundled up in a beige pea coat, a blush pink scarf covering half of your flushed face. 

Elvis didn’t waste any time, pulling you into a hug before scooping your tiny body up into his arms and spinning the two of you around. You buried your face in his neck, the scent that you always remembered filling your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

You would become dizzy after a while, only holding onto him tightly as his mesmerizing laugh filled the front lawn of his German home and your ears. He placed you back down on your feet, holding your arms as he beamed down at you, his bright teeth on display for you to see. 

“Baby, what are you trying to do? Make me sick? I didn’t travel all of this way to become ill,” you taunted him, gathering your bearings before your eyes locked on him. 

Elvis chuckled as his hands still held onto your arms, his smile never faltering. “Sick? Baby, you could take my breath away and leave me dead on the floor and I'd be a happy man. Just look at your pretty face. Just look at you. I missed you so much, darlin'.”

If only he knew how much you missed him too. How many times you reread his letters in hopes that he would return to you alive. But now you stood in front of him and he was perfectly fine, in fact, he looked as if he was thriving well even in the midst of perilous warfare that had claimed the lives of many in a short amount of time. 

Elvis was ecstatic that you were standing in front of him, shocked beyond belief. How could you not have warned him of your unexpected arrival? He stayed silent for only a moment before he took this chance to hug you once more. He felt as if he was living a fever dream, the love of his life standing before him overseas. 

“Y/N, you came all this way for me?” 

You nodded your head firmly as you continued to stare into those cerulean hues, holding him just as tight as he was holding onto you. “Who else would I be here for? I’m surely not here for another man, am I?” 

He chuckled, raising a brow at the thought of you considering the possibility of being with another man made his insides nearly turn inside out. “No ma’am. But you’re gonna drive every guy around here crazy with envy, you know that?” 

He kissed your forehead softly as he still held you close to him. He pulled you inside of his home, the warmth immediately making you release a sigh as you took the time to pull your scarf down from your chin. He grabbed your suitcase from your hands, placing it by the door before he shut it behind him. 

“I would never flirt with another man, Elvis. What do you take me for?” You playfully shot a glare in his direction before you leaned up to finally do what you wanted to do since he opened the door—press your lips against his. 

He was stunned for only a while, kissing you back with fervor before he pulled away from you, much to your chagrin. If there was one thing that Elvis was going to do, it was tease you as he knew that back home, you had boys stopping in their tracks to catch a glance of the beauty that walked by his side. 

“Baby, you know you’ve always got guys flockin’ around ya,” You turned your head back immediately, chuckling as you playfully swatted your hand at him. 

“Just like you have girls following you around even in a different country?” 

You placed your hands on your hips as you raised a brow, a smirk ghosting your lips as you stood before him. 

Elvis’ laugh boomed throughout the house before he stepped forward a little before he wrapped his arms around your waist, having to have you close to him now that you were standing in front of him. “Yes, but baby, I only got eyes for you. I always have eyes for ya,” 

You believed him. He never had a reason to lie to you even when he was away doing shows all over the South. You knew that being Elvis Presley came with unwarranted attention, but although he couldn’t turn down the attention of a woman, he never lied to you about it. 

You didn’t even realize that the conversation had continued until you heard his southern drawl, pulling you out of your thoughts as he seemingly took you by the hand. He led you to his bedroom, your suitcase in his other hand as he continued to speak. You didn’t know what you had said, maybe you were speaking your thoughts and you didn’t realize it. 

“Yeah? Well, watch out. 'Cause I ain't lettin' you outta my sight. You hear me? I'm gon' guard you with my life, little.” 

You didn’t have time to respond though because as soon as the door of his bedroom closed, you found yourself pressed against it and his lips were pressed against yours once more. It was deep and full of passion, something that you had never experienced before with him. Then again, you had never been separated from him for more than two months. 

Elvis pulled away from you, pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes were filled with lust and the type of desire that made your arousal pool in your panties. You tried to focus on maintaining your composure, your chest heaving, desperate for oxygen as your eyes met his. You were sure that he could feel the rapid beating of your heart, louder than any type of gunfire that he has heard since he stepped foot in Germany. 

“Baby, I ain’t never been hungrier for anything that I am for you right now,” He didn’t waste time as he lifted your body to rest on the medium sized mattress that sat in the middle of his room. 

You couldn’t stop the giggle that passed your lips as you pulled yourself up on the bed, your hands gripping his Army uniform that adorned his body in all of the right ways. You tugged him closer, your eyes burning a hole into him as you could feel his breath on your face. The scent of mint made your mind spin and rightfully so, you knew that this moment would happen whether now or later. 

“And just how hungry are you for me?” you found yourself questioning him, your breath hitching in your throat as the hunger seemed to deepen in his now darkened ocean eyes. 

“Little, I’m so hungry that I can barely think straight. Do you know how many nights I’ve spent alone, in this house, dreaming about bein’ with you right here?” His words were honest, his eyes were honest and you had no doubt that he could ever lie to you. 

“You’ve never told me in your letters, honey. But I’m sure you’re willing to tell me all about it, right?” 

Elvis sunk down to his knees before you, his hands resting on your thighs as he seemed to think over your question for a while. His eyes were trained on the floor before they moved up to your face. His face contorted into adoration as if he was staring at a beautiful painting in a museum. 

“You have no idea, sweetcakes. This house with all its bedrooms and bathrooms and closets and walk-ins. But none of that matters if I'm not sharing every inch of it with you.” 

Your hands caressed his as they still laid on your thighs, a sigh leaving your lips as you reminisced about the day that he climbed on that train that took him away from you. His head peeked out of the window as he watched you grow smaller and smaller with each mile placed between you and him. It was painful, more painful than the idea of him potentially never returning to you. 

You knew that was a stretch, but you couldn’t fathom the thought of him not returning. It would have destroyed you beyond comprehension. It burned at the back of your mind like an infection until you couldn’t take anymore, which led you to his doorstep in Bad Nauheim. 

“Well, I couldn’t come with you when you left for Germany. But I couldn’t stand it any longer—being away from you. So instead of you coming home to Memphis, I came here instead.” 

Elvis smirked at your response, his hands moving slowly up your thighs as he leaned in closer to you. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he mulled over your dedication to him. He knew that there were plenty of women who wanted his devotion, but none of them were as devoted as you. None would come close and he knew that to be true. He knew that his mama wanted him to marry you for a reason, he could see it more clearly than he’d ever had. 

“You know, baby, you did the smart thing. 'Cause I couldn't leave without huggin' your neck and kissin' your sweet lips. What do ya say I keep right on doin' that?” He smirked as he hovered over your body as you leaned back until your body gently pressed against the mattress beneath you. 

Elvis kissed your lips passionately this time, the hint of desire lingering as your hands caressed his face gently. His fingers caressed your jawline as he tilted his head, deepening the passionate kiss that was being shared between you. He couldn’t believe that you were here, in his bed, in his arms. You were lost in passion as you moved your fingers from his face, hovering over the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

Elvis wrapped his arms around you tightly, the feeling of your body pressed against him was a welcoming sensation. He pulled you closer, mouths molding together in synchronization as his hands roamed underneath the skirt of your dress. As you laid back further on the bed, Elvis pressed his body against you. 

The heat was rising as the breathing between the two of them became more shallow, the movements had become more passionate. Your hands continued to roam over his body as if they were created to only touch him. You couldn’t stop telling him how much you missed him, how much your heart yearned to be with him from the moment he left you behind in Memphis. 

He peeled off your dress from your body, his lips kissing every inch of skin that he could reach. His breath becomes shallow with each movement of your body against him, his lust filled eyes taking you in as he placed his hands on each side of your head as he stared into your eyes. “Little, I missed ya like crazy too. You feel so good against me, darlin’.” 

Your face was painted pink as you reached your hands up to caress his face. You managed to fully unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of his body, your lips leaning up to kiss his earlobe gently. 

“You want me the same way that I want you, darlin’?”

You nodded eagerly, too eagerly. He caught on, his smile spreading across his soft, plump lips as he shut his eyes at the feeling of your hands running across his bare back. His arms flex with movement of your hands on his body. 

“Then ya don’t mind if I feel your body too? Y’know just to make it fair,”

“Please..” You found yourself begging for him, your hands moving down his back once more. His body shivering as your touch seemed almost intoxicating to him. 

“Mm little, your body is so beautiful. God only knows how much I’ve missed those curves and that scent of yours.” 

By the look in his eyes, you could tell that he couldn’t hold out anymore. Elvis had to have you and what better time than now? You couldn’t find the words to describe how much you missed him, muttering how much you missed him and his touch. 

Elvis pulled away for a moment, a sly grin on his lips as he leaned into your ear. His hands gripping your thighs firmly as he bent them back a little. His hands caressed along your body, not leaving any part untouched before his hands moved lower until they lingered between your thighs. His thumb rubbed against your clit softly, his breath was warm against your ear but you never expected what he would have said next. 

“Ya want to be on top of me, darlin’? Y’know, like we did in the back of my caddy that night when I made ya scream for me?” 

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as your face burned with embarrassment. You remembered that night all too well. The night where he took your virginity, your screams echoing into the night as he pounded his cock into your walls over and over again. You couldn’t stop the breathless laugh that freed itself from its confines as you turned your head to catch his gaze. 

“How could I ever forget?” You couldn’t forget, nor would you be able to. 

Elvis knew that you wouldn’t, a smug grin on his face as his fingers tilted your chin up to catch his gaze as you thought you could escape him. “I won’t let ya forget, little. When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to remember your own name,” 

He didn’t stop there. No, Elvis wouldn’t stop until he burned his mark into your soul, ruining you for any other man who thought they stood a chance taking his place. He wouldn’t release his hold on you ever, wanting you to be his as long as he saw fit. 

“You ready, darlin’?” He still moved his thumb on your clit sensually, your body buzzing with excitement, the moans leaving your mouth freely as your arousal dripped down your thighs. 

“Yes, I’m ready, Elvis.” 

“Then hold on tight, little. ‘Cause I’m ‘gon make ya scream for me,” 

You didn’t know when he removed his fingers from you, but you didn’t have time to ask before he sank his cock deep into you. You let out a grunt, your hands gripping his shoulders as if you would fall through the sheets. His name passed your lips in such an obscene way, it was as if you hadn’t ever experienced such a feeling before. Elvis took this reaction with stride, his lips still lingering near your ear as he let out a grunt of his own. 

“Darlin’, I love ya. I love ya so much and when I’m done showin’ you just how much I missed you, you ain’t gonna need no other man ever again. You know why?” 

He waited with bated breath for your response but it never came. He didn’t wait for long, his hips slamming into you firmly. You sucked in a breath, your eyes fluttering shut as you found yourself immersed with pleasure. 

“You know why, little girl? ‘Cause you’re ‘gon be comin’ right back to me,” 

Your moans grew in pitch with each thrust, his eyes focusing on how he could get you there. His cock pushed deeper inside of your weeping pussy, the tip of his cock rubbing your walls deliciously. His index and middle fingers found their way back to your clit, rubbing sloppily as his hips snapped repeatedly into you. The sounds of your skin connecting filled his room, paired with your moans that were slowly turning into screams.

“You like it, baby? Ya like when I make you call out for me, darlin’?” 

You were beside yourself, unsure how much louder you could scream out for him. You were sure that your screams echoed around the small German town, alerting his enemies of the pleasure that he was making you feel. You could feel yourself inching closer to your climax, his fingers and cock causing your body to shake with pleasure. 

It was at that moment that he used his other hand to pull one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock slamming harder and harder into you. Your arousal coating his cock with each thrust inside of you. He slowed down for only a moment, his eyes watching with excitement at the way his cock slid inside of you. He was amazed, the pleasure becoming more than he could handle. 

His grunts turned into moans at that point, holding onto your leg that was carelessly thrown over his shoulder as he continued plowing into you ruthlessly. “Gimme all you got, little. Gimme everything. Ya hear me, darlin’?” 

You couldn’t form words, the pleasure was set heavily in your body that it became too hard to breathe. Your stomach tightened, legs shook uncontrollably as Elvis continued to fuck you into his bed. The headboard knocked against the wall at the pace that he was setting, mixing beautifully with both his and your moans. 

“B-baby!!! Oh, Elvis!” You finally screamed out forcefully, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you could feel your climax building up the more he pushed his cock deeply into your quivering walls. 

Elvis didn’t have to speak. Your eyes telling him that you were close was good enough for him, but in true fashion, he had to have the last word. He smirked down at you, his army tags slapping against your chin as he kissed you roughly. His tongue slid into your mouth, the feeling alone made his body nearly crumble on top of you as he rocked back and forth. 

“I know you’re ready to give it to me, sugar. Tell me when you feel it, darlin’. Tell me right when the moment hits, I wanna feel you,” His voice was soft as silk, filling your body with passion. 

It took a few more of his firm thrusts inside of you for you to feel yourself reach your orgasm. You couldn’t speak as waves of orgasms crashed over you, your hands shivering from their place on his shoulders. Elvis knew that you had came for him, giving you a tiny smile as he continued fucking you through your orgasm, his hands pressed against the bed as he rutted on top of you in complete passion. 

“Mm, you feel alrite, darlin’?” He questioned you, his breath growing heavily as he continued pushing deep inside of you. His army tags were gently caressing your chin as his hips slammed within you now. 

Elvis flipped you over until you were facing him, his hand gripping your thigh as he lifted it up a little. He continued pushing inside of you, holding your head up with his other hand as the hand that was once holding your thigh, moved up to move your hair from your forehead. “There ya go, darlin’. There ya go,” 

You let out a sigh as you were filled with overwhelming pleasure, his cock pushing deep inside of you more and more. 

“Yeah, that’s better, ain’t it?” His eyes were begging you for another. You could give him another and he knew that you could. 

As your body shivered from the overstimulation, he pressed his hand against your thigh as he moved your leg up to rest on his shoulder as he massaged your calf. His eyes never left yours, whispering to you in baby talk. You couldn’t stop the pleasure that filled you to your core, Elvis speeding up his thrusts as he made it his mission to pull another orgasm from you. 

“I’ll give you one, darlin’. Just one more for you,” He spoke before he leaned in to kiss your ear, his breath hot against it before he finished his sentence. “I’m gon’ give it to ya, baby,” 

You didn’t stay in that position forever. The next thing you knew was that you were now on top of him, his hands gripping your hips as you rode him with such speed. He let out grunts as his eyes stayed level with your breasts that were slightly bouncing before him. It was when his eyes met yours once more than you felt it—the orgasm of a lifetime. 

He gasped, moving his hands up your back as he followed you shortly after. His deepened growls and moans brought you out of your own bubble of pleasure, your eyes meeting his as he gave you a lopsided grin. 

“Holy hell, darlin’. You gave me the best time of my life and now I ain’t got it in me to ever want to leave your side,” 

Elvis pulled you into his arms, hissing out as he pulled his now flaccid cock out of your snug walls. He hummed as he kissed your forehead, not thinking about how he would have to protect you now that you were in dangerous territory. He was only thinking about your future with him, how he didn’t want to go another day without showing you how committed he was to you. How he wanted you to be committed to him.

It was still in his room. The sounds of you and Elvis catching your breaths until you heard him clear his throat slightly, making you turn your head to face him. 

“Little, I could spend the rest of my life with ya. Just us back in Memphis, at Graveland, sittin’ on the porch, just makin’ love until the sun rises. Sounds purty nice, don’t it?” 

You giggled at his southern drawl becoming heavy just as it always did after the two of you were intimate. You couldn’t help but to agree, but you didn’t know why he was bringing that up now. 

“I might marry ya, darlin’. What do ya think about that?” Elvis suddenly sat up in the bed, his arms pulling you up to face him, his eyes filled with emotions that you couldn’t place. 

“Stop kiddin’ around, Elvis. You know I would love that, but I know you’re not being serious.” 

Elvis was being serious. 

By the look in his eyes, you couldn’t help but to ask him for confirmation. “Are you bein’ serious?” 

Elvis gave you a look of adoration. His fingers moving up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear before nodding. “Dead serious, sugar.” 

He continues, “I want to spend the rest of my life with ya, honey. I want to have that sweet smile and those gorgeous eyes to wake up to everyday. Y/N, I love ya. Will ya marry me, Little?” 

You were taken aback only for a little while, not able to speak. You came over to Germany to see him, but you never thought that he wouldn’t follow up on his promise that he made to you that he would marry you. You knew that his mother wanted him to marry you, putting a little pressure on him to forget about spending his life as a bachelor in the name of stardom. 

Your eyes lingered over every part of his face, stunned into silence before you nodded your head in agreement. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” 

“I’ll never let ya go, darlin’. You’ll always be held in my arms and here in my heart. Do ya promise to stay by my side? Even when the goin’ gets tough?” His voice was sweet and honey-like, his blue eyes shining with love. 

“I promise, Elvis. I promise with my heart and soul,” you found yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks as you nodded once more. 

With your agreement to marry him, he reached under his bed to reveal a small ring box in his hands. He didn’t waste time to open the box, a gold wedding band sitting on the inside, no stone in the middle but it was beautiful all in itself. He turned his eyes to look at you, his cheeks flushed as he knew that he could give you much more once he had returned home to you. 

“I know it ain’t much, Little. I know this ring ain’t anything special, but since we can’t go anywhere fancy for now, I got this ring so you’ll never forget me.” 

You placed your hands on his cheeks as you shook your head. “It doesn’t matter, Elvis. I will cherish this ring just as I have always cherished you, honey.” 

Elvis smiles at this, holding your hands that were on his cheeks. He begins to speak again, his voice soft and sweet.

“I already made a vow to God Almighty. I vow right here and right now to love you always, to keep you by my side forever. I vow to always be by your side and to protect you with my heart and soul, Little.” 

With that promise lingering between you and him, he took your hand and slid the gold band on your finger. The band shined beautifully under the lamp on his bedside table. 

As Elvis made love to you once more, you couldn’t think of anything else. No war, no sorrow, only peace between you and him. He couldn’t wait to return home from the war with his little by his side. 

taglist:

@elvisabutler @ab4eva @notstefaniepresley @headfullofpresley @missmaywemeetagain @amydarcimarie @flwrs4aust @plasticfantasticl0ver @austinbutlersbaby @rosaminny @rosecoloreddesire @crash-and-cure @rjmartin11 @oh-my-front-door @melancholicbutterflies @dkayfixates @dre6ming @cryingabtab @samfangirls @loving-elvis @lovininapinkcadillac @thatbanditqueen @literally-just-elvis-fics @presleyenterprise @presleysdarling @burninlovebutler

#elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x f!reader #elvis #elvis presley fanfiction #daisy writes

[wittlesissyb4by]

Part 2

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure you’re sure?”

“Yes!”

“It’s really gross, Lindsey,” Heather reiterated, still clutching Brandon’s hand,  “and it…might be a little weird.”

I nodded, showing my resolve, I spent the last 3 years of their relationship watching Brandon treat my best friend like absolute shit. I think it would help a lot to see her clean up his actual shit. 

Heather sighed and shrugged, “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Brandon followed this command quicker than he did the others. Eager to get out of his soiled diaper, he clambered down immediately. Heather went over to the side of the couch and pulled out a large pink bag. I didn’t even realize it’d been tucked away there the whole time. 

She rummaged through it a bit and pulled out a disposable mask. “For the smell.” she said, “You’re gonna need it.” 

“Don’t you need one?” I asked, noticing she didn’t grab one for herself.

She shook her head, getting down on her knees between Brandon’s spread legs. “Na, this isn’t even a bad one.” Judging by how awful this one smelled, I’d hate to see what Heather thought of as a ‘bad one’. I got down next to her, a little behind, but peeking over her shoulder.

Heather exhaled, then put on a jovial face. “Okay Brandi!! You weddy to change your stinky diapurr??”

Brandon nodded his head so hard his pacifier plopped out. Heather didn’t bother putting it back in, just asked him patronizing questions in that sing-song voice.

“Who’s my stinky girl?! Hmm?? Who’s my stinky girl??”

Brandon was putting on his highest pitch voice, giving it everything he had like he was afraid she would change her mind if he didn’t do it well enough. “I am Mommy, I’m your stinky girl!!”

“You sure arrre!!” she cooed, booping him on the nose.

It was kind of strange to watch. Heather had never been the “motherly” type. She never wanted kids, she never had any interest in the idea of being a housewife. She was a go-getter. So to see her fawning over Brandon and his diapers like this was certainly a sight to see. 

“You want changies??”

“Yes Mommy! Me wants changies!!”

Heather pressed her hand to the front of his diaper, and the other to one of the tapes. I was surprised at how she didn’t flinch at touching the soggy padding. The Heather I knew would wash her hands twice after going to the bathroom.

Once she had both the tapes undone, she grabbed the entire front flap and looked back at me, “Hold your breath.” she said.

Even with the mask, even with me stopping myself from breathing, the smell was still quite pungent. 

“Ohhh my goodness!!” Heather exclaimed. “That’s quite the load!”

Brandon covered his face with his hands. Now that he was splayed out on the floor, with all the evidence of what he did, his most vulnerable parts showing, he must have been overwhelmed with shame. I had imagined worse in my mind. It wasn’t as runny or spread out as I imagined. He must have been on a high fiber diet. Oh god…was I really examining his feces??

“Do you mind handing me some wipes?” Heather asked, reaching her hand back. She glanced back at the scene of the crime. “Lots of wipes…”

I found the crinkly package located on the side of the bag, I popped it open and yanked out at least 5 or 6 like I was pulling tissues when knee deep in the flu.

“Thanks, bestie!” she said when I handed them to her. I watched as she used the front of the diaper to push down his crack and clear most of the damage away. It was ingenious really. I’d never changed a diaper myself, so I was honestly very impressed by Heather’s expertise. She slowly, methodically used the wipes to clean the remaining areas. Brandon gasped and whimpered when she brought her fingers between his crack. I noticed she’d covered one with the wipe and slipped it all the way inside his cleanly shaven butthole. 

“Don’t let him fool you,” she said with a wink, “He loves it back there. He was begging for a pegging last week!”

We both giggled at that, much to Brandon’s chagrin. Heather needed a few more wipes from me, dropping the used ones in the dirty diaper down below. Finally, she made her way up to his balls. He flinched from the cold, but then relaxed. It took several passes to wipe all the sticky juices leaking from the flat, coin-like cage. 

She looked back at me again. “I have to take his cage off to clean underneath. Maybe look away?”

“Why?”

“Well…you’re gonna have to see his penis.”

“I can already see his penis.” What’s left of it. I thought.

Heather laughed. “I guess you’re right.”

She reached between her breasts, pulling out a dangling chain. At first I thought it was some sort of jewelry I hadn’t seen, but Brandon never bought her jewelry. Instead, it was just a tiny little key. 

It took me far too long to put it all together. I blame the wine.

She lifted it off her head, and brought it to what I assumed was the locking mechanism on the side. It took her a couple times to get it in the slot, apparently she hadn’t had as much practice at that part. Finally, she made it in and turned it with a soft click!

Brandon’s breathing was quick, syncopated, and desperate. Heather lifted the top off and several ropes of precum followed. The head of Brandon’s penis was so shriveled and purple from being stuck in an almost inward position for so long. But it only took a couple of seconds of fresh air to send it pointing straight up to the ceiling. It was probably only maybe 4 inches, possibly 4.5 if it hadn’t been locked up so long. 

“Sorry,” Heather laughed awkwardly, embarrassed by her boyfriend’s erection.

“It’s okay!” I assured her, but I had to ask, “Is it always that…small?”

“Actually…” Heather chuckled, “this is probably the biggest I’ve ever seen it.”

It was hard not to laugh, so I didn’t bother trying. “It’s so…cute. And pathetic! No wonder he drives a giant lifted truck!”

Brandon didn’t think that was nearly as funny as Heather did. 

“But…isn’t this how you…control him?” I asked, “What’s stopping him from running off now that his little pecker is free?”

“Oh I have other ways.” Heather smiled wickedly, turning back to Brandon.  “Petrificus”.

Brandon’s arms immediately snapped to his sides, his legs even more rigid than his cock. It was like he had been frozen in place. 

“What the hell was that?!” I asked incredulously.

“Just a little command.” 

“Does he do that on his own or is it some sort of…” witchcraft, I wanted to say. But that would sound too ridiculous.

Heather just shrugged. “I don’t even know, really. Apparently they had him on some sort of hypnosis regiment at The Facility, and all I have to do is say some special words and he obeys.”

“Like a dog?”

Heather laughed at that, “Yea, I guess so!”

“What other ‘tricks’ can he do?”

“Hmm..” Heather had to think for a second, then one popped in her mind. “Pollex” she said. 

One of Brandon’s arms instantly shot upward and inserted its thumb into his mouth. He started suckling instantly like a piglet on the teet. 

“That’s amazing.” I reveled in awe. “You must do that all the time!”

“Mm…not really.” She said, shrugging, “I much prefer to make him obey me the hard way. On his own volition, you know? But it is fun to slip those words out in public or at random times. You know, when he’s being a big ‘ole dummy.”

At that last word Brandon instantly yanked his thumb out and replaced it with that ridiculous pacifier, like he was clinging on to the last bit of air and the head of that rubber penis was his only lifeline for oxygen. 

“It’s hilarious when we’re out and he doesn’t have that pacifier around. If I—or even someone else—says dummy he is scrambling for anything he can put in his mouth to suck on!”

“That’s…honestly really cool.”

“Crazy what they can do to the mind isn’t it?” She chuckled, then turned back to him. “Rellex”

Brandon’s arms and legs instantly went limp again, like a puppet getting its strings cut. His dick, however, was still as stiff as ever. 

“Now where were we…”

Upon my limited inspection of Brandon’s penis, it looked relatively clean. Still, Heather must have thought it required a wipedown. Brandon shuddered when she wrapped the cold wipe around it, but that discomfort was immediately replaced with incessant breathing. I got the feeling Heather didn’t give it this much attention often. Or maybe she did, because she seemed to take pleasure in slowly moving the wipe up and down more than she needed to. But right as Brandon’s breaths became heavy like he was about to…she pulled it away, leaving Brandon mewling and whimpering on the floor. 

She tossed the wipe down into the dirty pile with the others, folding the diaper over and then rolling the soiled mess up, taping it together, and setting the poopy package off to the side. Further away from me, thankfully. 

“Lotion?” She said to me. Like a surgeon’s assistant, I searched the bag and handed the item to her. 

She smiled in appreciation as she took it,  squeezing a generous amount into her hand and rubbing them both together. Putting her oiled palms on the creases of his thighs and pelvis, rubbing down the entire area except for his sensitive bits. Eventually, she started tracing one hand down until it was between his crack, pressing her finger into his hole again. He didn’t even try to fake displeasure, his eyes were in the back of his head now. She used the other hand to cup and knead his balls, then made her way up the shaft. 

It was an intimate moment that I felt I shouldn’t really be watching, but I couldn’t look away. I was enraptured by this bizarre scene, the same way you couldn’t help but look at a car accident. 

She made a ring with her fingers and brought it up his penis ever so gently. His hips practically followed her upward, lifting off the floor until she pulled up higher than he could, so he dropped back down in frustration while simultaneously jamming her finger further into his ass. 

She repeated the process over and over again. Only going upward in one long smooth stroke. Never going down. It was driving Brandon absolutely crazy. He was a whiny puddle on the floor. I’d never imagined he could make such high-pitched, desperate and—frankly—pathetic sounds. 

“Awww!! What’s the matturr, little one?” Heather teased, knowing exactly what she was doing. 

“P-p-please let me make cummies, Mommy!!”

Make cummies? That’s a new one…I thought. 

“Hmm…do you think you deserve it?” She asked, still doing that upward stroke gently and inserting a second finger into his ass. He welcomed it gratefully. 

“Yes Mommy!!” Brandon practically shouted. “I’ve been a good girl! I’ve been a good girl!!”

“Hmm…watta you think Lynds? Has Brandi been a good girl?”

I shrugged exaggeratedly, happy to join in on the playful fun with my best friend. “Oh I don’t know…..”

I saw a lightbulb go off in Heather’s head. “I think Ms. Lyndsey should decide if the baby girl gets to make cummies or not! How’s that sound?”

Brandon turned to me with those misty little doe eyes. His normally hardened features now pleading and desperate. I’d never seen him so vulnerable. The man I spent the last 3 years loathing was now (figuratively) in the palm of my hands. It was surprisingly endearing to have this much power. This was fun! I could see why Heather seemed to enjoy it so much.

It was my turn to exaggeratedly ponder by tapping a finger to my chin. “You know,” I said to him, “You and I have hung out with each other dozens of times. We’re ‘friends’ on social media. I’m sure Heather talks about me a lot…” Heather nodded in agreement. “So all you have to do in order to cum is: tell me what my last name is.”

Heather must have enjoyed the challenge I presented, she smiled brightly, turning back to him expectantly. Finally going up and down on his dick, slowly, as if to show him what was waiting for him if he answered correctly. 

Brandon’s face, however, was horror-stricken. Something so simple could get him the orgasm he so desperately desired after so long. All he had to do was pay the slightest bit of attention to the most important people in his girlfriend’s life. But he now realized he couldn’t even do that. He was going to suffer for always being so self-centered. 

The pacifier fell from his mouth, he had drool running down his chin from being so infatuated with it before. But now, his bottom lip quivered, his eyes darting left and right for a modicum of recollection. As the silence drew on, Heather stopped her stroking motion, the two of us waiting expectantly. 

Brandon realized his time had run out. He had to venture a guess: “Uh…Smith?”

Heather sighed and scoffed in disbelief. “It’s Johnson.” She told him, like he was a fucking idiot. “Literally the same as yours!”

No relation, thankfully. 

Brandon looked like he was going to cry as Heather removed her hand from his swollen, purple penis. Actually, he was crying! Tears were now streaming down his face. This big, burley man had been reduced to a feeble, blubbering mess. He started moving his hands to the area in desperation, but must have thought better of it, returning them back to his sides as Heather scooped up the front of the cage again. 

“Do you mind fetching me some ice cubes?” She asked me. 

A strange request, but sure. By the time I got back from the freezer with the ice tray in hand, Heather had the pacifier back in Brandon’s mouth to muffle his cries. 

“I only need one or two,” she said. I popped them out and handed them to her. I watched as she pressed one to the tip of his penis, and the other on the sensitive part underneath the head. 

Brandon flinched and floundered from the cold, still whimpering pathetically. Within no time, Brandon’s penis had shrunken down to its flaccid, acorn-length state. Making it easier for Heather to press it back into the tiny cage to the sound of Brandon absolutely bawling. 

“Pick out a diaper for him.” Heather hollered over the crying, not the least bit bothered by it, even giving me a smile and a wink while her boyfriend writhed in his dress on the floor. Powerless. 

I was surprised by just how many different types of these ‘adult’ diapers there were. The prints certainly didn’t look like they were made for adults. There were zoo animals, cartoon dinosaurs, mermaids, princesses, and unicorns. I chose the one that had the last two on it. The pink accents matches his dress perfectly, and it seemed quite fitting for the state he was in. 

“I knew you would pick that one!!” Heather laughed as I handed it to her. But when I pulled it from the bag, a long strand also came with it. 

“What is this?” I asked. 

She glanced over while unfurling the diaper and doing some sort of creasing and fluffing to it. “Some ribbon.” She said. 

“What’s it for?”

“I use it to ‘decorate’ him sometimes.” She shrugged, “I put it around his neck like a collar, around his wrists, his hair, or his…”

“His penis?!”

She laughed, nodding.

“Oh my god! We HAVE to do that!!”

I thought back to the time in college when we for some reason decided we wanted to take our Christmas present wrapping to the next level. We must have spent hours watching Youtube videos and perfecting the method. But none of them looked quite as good as the one we wrapped around Brandon’s little caged penis. Like a tiny package only Heather was allowed to open. 

“It just makes it look so much cuter, doesn’t it?!” 

Heather had to wipe moisture from her own eyes on account of how much she was laughing. Who would have thought we would be bonding over beautifying her boyfriend? 

“Now the powder!”

A cloud of dust later, Brandon’s bits had a fresh blanket of snow. Each step of this whole diaper change plunged him further and further into that prissy pampered pansy look. 

“Oh! One more thing!” Heather took the bag from me before I could do anything. “Sorry,” she said, rifling through the contents, “Didn’t want you to have to touch this one…” Eventually, she found what she was looking for. It was a little steel bulb with a pink jewel at the base. I at least knew what this one was.

“I call it his ‘assy paci’!!” Heather gleamed. It had me cackling while she took some baby oil and spread it over the top, smearing it around before pressing it to Brandon’s hole. It went in much easier than I thought it would.

“No more stinkies for you today!” she teased, booping him on the nose. 

Finally, it was time to pull the diaper up and tape it shut. Heather extended her arms and let Brandon use them to pull himself up, like he was incapable  of doing it without her. His eyes were still misty, he sniffled behind his paci, face all puffy. 

Heather picked up the dirty diaper and handed it to him. 

“Outside.” She said, “I don't want it stinking up the house.”

Brandon hung his head, but silently obeyed. Clambering up on his feet for probably the first time since I'd been here. The combination of the buttplug and the fluffy diaper gave him quite the comical waddle as he made his way to the door. He stopped, sighed, and seemed to be gathering some courage. Looking back at Heather in hopes that she would change her mind. When she didn’t, he exhaled and grabbed the knob. The light of the sunset peeked through when he finally opened it, crossing the threshold and shutting the door behind him.

“You have a trash can outside?” I asked, not remembering one. 

“More like a dumpster…down the block.” Heather giggled. 

“Do you keep him diapered all the time?” I asked. 

“All day, every day.” She replied. “I actually let him go to bed without them once and he ended up soaking the sheets. Haven’t made that mistake again!”

“What about when he goes to work?”

“He wears them under his clothes. I’ve had to go in several times to change him on his lunch break.”

It was so much to grasp. I understood why she hadn’t told me about it all until now. There was no way I would have believed something like this if it were conveyed through a text message. 

“What does he do all day?” 

She shrugged, “Well, when he’s not cleaning the house in a skimpy maid outfit, he plays with his blocks, stuffed animals, trains, stuff like that.”

“Isn’t that…boring?”

“For him? Or for me?”

“Yes.”

She laughed at that, our way of saying ‘both’, then inclined her head. “I’m sure it is for him. It’s very mindless. I like it because it makes him look cute and innocent. Much better than when I had to listen to him play video games or watch Football…”

I remembered the time we were over to watch the Cowboys and he punched the middle of the screen when the ref made a “dumn fucking call” (according to him.)

“It’s the other things I make him play with that are more entertaining.”

My interest was piqued. “Ooohh! What?? Tell me!!”

But just as Heather opened her mouth, Brandon came back in the house, looking exasperated and emasculated. 

“Hi honey!” Heather chirped, like he was a husband coming home to a housewife after a long day of work. 

“Would you be a doll and go get us each a fresh glass of wine?” 

Brandon just nodded and made his way straight to kitchen. 

“Then I want you to go get your special toys!” Heather called over her shoulder. 

I’m not sure what she was referring to, but whatever it was, it stopped Brandon dead in his tracks. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 3 won't make it to Tumblr. I have to keep some things exclusive for my subscribers. If you'd like to join, read the rest, and help support me, go to Substar, Reams, or Allmylinks!

#besties #part 2

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival what's their ABO, what ABO they like, and their scent

Yakumo

Alpha. He's an alpha who likes omegas, but he's still a submissive partner. His scent is earthy, like good soil. His scent is also pretty subtle unless his snake power takes over, than it smells strong and as a iron tinge to it.

Edmond

Omega. He has a ton of really hard to get drugs that mask his omega status so people just think he's a beta. His scent is sweet like icing. I think he spends all his time eating sweets so people think they are smelling his snacks and not him. He wants an alpha but will not actually pursue someone.

Olivine

Omega. He really wants an alpha partner who can take care of him. He smells like sugar water. It's a subtle scent but when he goes into heat it gets strong like honey.

Quincy

Alpha. He's an alpha who likes alphas. He likes when his partner can take care of themselves and he dislikes when people are too clingy. So the personality type he winds up going for is usually another alpha. He smells like the woods, like tree bark, pine sap, and musk. It's a strong scent that feels out of place anywhere but his forest.

Kuya

Omega. He's an omega who loves to taunt his alpha. Most people think he's a Beta because he has no scent, but in reality he has an extremely faint floral scent.

Blade

Beta? Beta is his default but he has the ability to change his secondary gender to fit his partner. His scent is like berries and will be sweeter or tarter depending if he changes presentation. He doesn't care what his partners secondary gender is because he can always change his to fit.

Garu

Beta. His kindness and sweet scent make people think he's an omega but he's not. He does like alphas though, witch doesn't help peoples confusion.

Karu

Omega. He's still mad about being an omega. Thankfully he normally just sleeps through his heats and lets Garu take control. He smells like bone marrow so people think he is an alpha. He will not admit that he also likes alphas.

Dante

Alpha. He prefers betas though. I feel like he appreciates alphas and omegas but ultimately wants someone with a level head that isn't controlled by hormones. Though he wouldn't mind being with an alpha or omega if they can control themselves. His scent is like hot fabric and dragons blood. Warm and strong.

Rei

Omega and very angry about it. Half of his research is on the gems but the other half of his research is on trying to find a way to change a secondary gender. He doesn't like alphas because it gives him an inferiority complex, he doesn't like omegas because it reminds him of his own ‘weakness’. Betas are probably going to be the only people he can be with comfortably.

Eiden

Alpha. His presentation is more like an omega but it's very surprising that he's actually an alpha. He doesn't care what somebody's secondary gender is, and if he thinks you're hot he is going to let you know. His scent is almost electric, like the smell of rain before a storm hits. It's clean and powerful but not a strong or overpowering scent.

Aster

Beta? Honestly I'm not sure what to do with him. He likes alphas though because both Eiden and the grand sorcerer were alphas. His scent has an iron overtone with sweet undertones.

Morvay

Omega. The perfect specimen of an omega. He just needs to be taken care of by a good alpha. His scent is tangy, almost like a cologne. His scent is heavy to begin with but becomes thicker when he's in heat.

#a degenerate writes #Nu carnival Yakumo #nu carnival Edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival Quincy #nu carnival Kuya #nu carnival Garu #nu carnival Dante #nu carnival Rei #nu carnival Aster #nu carnival Morvay #nu carnival Eiden #nu carnival x reader #nu carnival #omegaverse #abo

[silent-raven13]

Little Hobie 2

Earth 138-10

Little Hobie happily holds Miles 1610's hand showing around his place, "Dis is mah home, Miles! We got tree rooms and-and we share separately from the boys and the gurls." After hearing their mother needed to recover, the children were worried about who will take care of them. Miles decided to take care the children while their mother is recovering,

Miles 1610 smiles at how cute the boy, "Oh yeah?"

Little Hobie nodded, "Yeah! This is my mum's room and we aren't allowed to go in without her, but", He turns the knob to step inside. "I still do!"

Miles saw how the little boy is a lot more spunky and daring like his boyfriend. He got low to Hobie 138-10's level with a small chuckle, "Hahaha, you sure are daring, huh?"

"Yeah," He happily said with a puff of his chest.

"You wanna continue showing me around and we close this door?" Miles didn't feel uncomfortable seeing Mrs. Brown's room seeing how she kept it private for a reason.

"Sure!" He happily took Miles' hand, and shut the door behind him. "There's the living room, basement, attic, and-and-and... kitchen! Annndd... backyard! It's a bit dirty..." The Spider-man noticed how messy the area was, it seems like having eight children is already a handful that cleaning is out the window.

When he went to every part of the house, the living room and kitchen was the most dirties part with clothes, food, and toys toss around. So much unorganized items being missplace, and Hobie's older sister busy cooking a quick beans on Toast for her younger brother.

"Miles, are you hungry?" She asked being the second mother to this family, Miles only frowned seeing for a young girl taken so much responsibility.

"I'm fine, nene." Miles said to Ronica.

Hobie quickly stood in front, "I want some beans on toast, Nica!"

"OKay, go wash your hands." Ronica smiles at him.

Miles saw the other children running around having to bring mud into the kitchen floor from the door that lead to the backyard. Ronica scowls, "Stop it! I told you two to not make a mess!"

"You're not our mom, Ronny!" A the second oldest, which is a boy huffs.

While the fourth youngest nodded, "Yeah!"

Little Hobie scowls, "Ronny works hard to clean the floor! You're making a mess! Get out!" Being the fifth oldest, he went over to shove his older brother in anger, "Bombaclatt!"

"Oh yeah, your a little twerp!" His older brother harshly shove him back, then the two started to throw punches.

"Ah! Stop!" Ronny pulled her little sister back being in shock at her two brothers fighting.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop it, you two!" Miles went over using his Spider-man strength to pull the two apart, and grab their shirt pulling them up high to face them. "Stop it!" His voice stern.

The two looked surprised by his strength and his voice. "You two are brothers! You're supposed to love each other instead of fighting, look at the mess you two made." He gave them a good lecture having to set them down with their lips quivering as they view their hero being upset with them, especially Little Hobie.

"I'm sorry!" Little Hobie sniffs having tears in his eyes.

His siblings look in shock at how their feisty brother crying to Miles. Normally their little brother rarely cries and only start arguing with anyone being stubborn. "I'm sorry!" He went over to get cuddles from Miles, who picked him up to comfort him.

The Spider-man sighs, "I'm only giving you a lecture because you two were behaving. I only want best for ya'll while I'm here and your mom recovery." He could smell soil, and leaves from the kid, a bit of cinnamon spices, too.

Ronica picks one of her younger siblings in her arms, "Um... Mr. Spider-man... sir, how long will mom be gone?"

This broke the tension with the boys that fought, Miles sighs, "I think for a two weeks... maybe more. Don't worry she's in full care." His honey-brown eyes finally turns to see the little boy's dark inky eyes, his nose runny with snot and lips pouting. "Awe, don't cry. You're a tough little man."

"But you were mad at me!" Little Hobie buries his face into Miles' neck being so sad to make his hero mad at him. He cries into small muffles.

"There. There. Come on, I only want you two to understand and stop fighting. I'm not mad." He wipes the little boy's tears away being kind and gentle. "See, I'm not mad. I was never mad at you guys."

"Promise?" He hold out a pinky with a small voice.

"I promise." Miles did a pinky promise as he carries Little Hobie with one hand, "Anyway, we got a lot of work to do." He saw how lunch needs to be made, cleaning the house and laundry, he saw Ronica's and the girls need to get their hair done- and the boys need a trim. He had so much to do. "Anyone want lunch?"

"I made beans on toast." Ronica shyly said on the stove then her eyes widen as she left the beans on a lit stove, "Oh no!" Smoke started to burn the beans. Everyone coughing hearing the fire alarm beeping, Miles quickly set Little Hobie down as he took the pot from the stove to the sink filled with many old dishes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Ronica cup her face being so upset with herself, "That was the last can of baked beans!"

"No worries. We'll have something else to eat." Miles went into the fridge to find very little food, and mostly condiments. His head started to whirl trying to figure out what he can do to help them.

"Miles! Miles! I'm hungry." Little Hobie took his hand giving his big puppy look on his face.

Just when Miles was about to answer a portal opens up reveal Hobie without his Spider-man mask on, he carried a big brown bag of groceries. "Am I just in time for lunch?"

"Hobie!"

"That's not Hobie, I am Hobie!" The little boy frowns then scowls at the imposter, "Why you here!"

"I came to see my Sunflower!" The older Hobie chuckles as he leans to kiss his SUnflower's cheek seeing how the little version of himself fuming.

"No! He's mine!" The little boy tries to push the young man away from his hero. "He's my best friend!" Hugging Miles' waist being jealous at sharing his hero.

Spider-punk huffs being jealous as well so he happily mocks, "He may be your friend but he is my Sunflower, right luv?" He kisses his boyfriend's cheek.

Miles saw the little boy's eyes watering, "Wahhh."

"Bae, stop picking on him. You're gonna make him cry." Miles pout at his boyfriend then received another kiss.

"Sorry, luv and lad. Anyway, i came by just in time, huh?" Hobie waves the air smelling of burned beans.

"Yeah, I was planning on making lunch but... the fridge." Miles' eyes on his boyfriend's brown bag, "You bought groceries?"

"Went to a supermarket not far from here. Saw everything I think we might need..." He places the brown bag then his eyes on Ronica, dark eyes soften reminding him of his own older sister. "So, lunch? Who wants the Hobie Brown sandwich?"

"Oh me!"

"I do!"

"Me too!"

All the children said except for little Hobie who was busy hugging Miles' leg. "You don't want a sandwich, niño?" He got low to face the little boy.

"Only if you make it. I don't trust him." Little Hobie pouted with a sniffle.

"Hahaha, alright. I can make the Morales special." Miles chuckles then wipes the boy's tears, "But first, I want every one to wash their hands. Come on, guys." He helps the younger ones wash their hands, then check on the baby who's still napping.

"I brought formula, Sunflower." Hobie was already in the kitchen having his set up ready. "You gonna make lil Hobie a sandwich?"

"Yeah, just wanting to make sure the baby is fine." Miles stand next to his boyfriend helping him make the sandwiches, "You know, for eight kids... how did your mother do it?"

"She didn't... my older sister watch over us, but she was young too. We all fend for ourselves in a way." Hobie grunts, then looks around, "I noticed this Mrs. Brown is at least trying to put food on the table and pay the bills."

"Yeah, I don't blame her for any of this..." Miles meant the how the house looks messy and dirty, "I can't imagine working long hours and coming home to clean up and watch the kids? And she did mention her husband left the family after the baby was born... what a bum."

"Fucking coward." Hobie scowls with pure malice in his voice, "Leaving her like this. Not fair to her and dem kids..." His heart hurts knowing the struggle living in poverty/working class.

Miles frowns at his boyfriend, "I know, baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Hopefully we can help fix around here while Mrs. Brown is better."

"Yeah... unless the sprogs let you go." Hobie chuckles.

His Sunflower looks down to find the youngest children after little Hobie were around his legs with their big eyes gleaming at him. They seem to take a great liking to him. "I guess they love me!"

"Who wouldn't Sunflower! You're amazing." His punker hums having a few sandwiches ready on a massive white plate. "Alright, sprogs! Sandwiches ready! Come n' get'm!" The children rushes over to the tables to get their slices.

Little Hobie sat waiting his own, "Here you go, guys." Miles came buy with the second round, watching the children chowing down. He gave little Hobie two sandwiches seeing how he didn't take one from the other plate.

"Thank you!" Little Hobie happily took his sandwiches to eat being so happy.

Miles smiles at them eating, "Oh, let me go feed um... was is Juan? Paul... ugh."

"Hahaha," His boyfriend chuckles, "You mean, Jean?"

"Yeah!" He got a warm bottle with formula being ready to feed the baby boy, "I'll go feed him."

His punker smiles at him, having to take his hand, "I love you, Miles."

"Huh? What makes you say that?" His Sunflower giggles.

"You're a kind heart person, luv. You decided to help these kids and put them first than you- it's just beautiful to see. I need you to know that's what I love about you." His hand gently massaging his Sunflower's knuckles, "I want you to know that."

"I love you, too, Hobie." Miles brightly smiles at him, "Now, let me go feed Jean." When he went to the other room, Hobie smiles at his Sunflower, then he felt a tug on his pants.

Little Hobie staring up at him, "He's mine."

"Is that a challenge?" Hobie being one to like to be mischievous saw a fun oppurtunity to poke some fun.

"No, it's a fact!" He glares at him, "Miles is mine!"

"Hahaha." Hobie chuckles, "You have no idea who am I, do you?"

"No, but I don't care! Because I'm the REAL Hobie Brown." Little Hobie kicked the punker's shin and runs off. "That's the first warning!" He ran for safety which is Miles being in the other room feeding the baby.

The Spider-punk winced at his shin but said nothing, He knew dealing with his child self would be a problem, especially when he got a little crush on his Sunflower.

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #across the spider verse #fanfic

[wehaveimagineshere]

Hey there! I thought of something cute for Carlos Oliveira. He and his partner (gn) slow dancing in their bedroom one night. It's something so soft and sweet and that's sooo him! Just sleepily swaying together and forgetting the hardships of life before cuddling up in bed.~ Thank you guys for all you do!

This is so CUTE, anon. This is definitely very him and I'm so happy I get to write this!! Thank you so much for sending this in!!

~*~*~

You expect to find Carlos already lying in bed, shirt shucked to the floor, blankets laying at his hips, and a hand outstretched to guide you into bed. The nightly routine, the last familiar bit of the day before all lights wink out and you fall asleep wrapped in his arms.

But as your feet guide you into that familiar path, what you see instead makes you pause at the bedroom doorway.

Carlos is in the corner, setting down his phone just as soft music starts filling the nightly silence. He turns and smiles when he catches sight of you, the moonlight from the windows glinting off his hair and bare shoulders as he pads his way over, a hand outstretched in invitation.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Asking you to dance, my dear," he replies, smile turning into a grin as your eyes dip to his hand, eyebrows raising in suspicion.

"My dear?" you echo, eyes lifting back to his.

"Would you prefer 'my love'? 'Your Majesty'? 'The love of my life'?"

"Carlos, what are you doing?"

His eyes roll up, an amused huff escaping his lips. "I'm asking if you want to do a little dancing before bed." When you're still eyeing him with suspicion, his voice drops into faux surprise. "Are you telling me you don't trust me? After all we've been through?"

"Carlos, you once put a spider prop in my cereal."

"And I apologized for it, didn't I?" When you don't budge, he adds, "You laughed."

You sigh, a smile tugging your lips as you finally place your hand in his. "Alright, alright."

Drawing you forward, he places a hand on your hip as your free hand finds his shoulder. Steps small but sure, he starts leading you in a loose, sloppy circle, his thumb making gentle swipes along your hip.

"Ever danced before, big guy?" you find yourself asking, feeling your muscles relax as the soft music envelopes the room and his warmth seeps into your skin.

"At clubs. They don't usually play this kind of music, though."

"I'm sure they do some nights."

On your next pass he steps closer, encouraging you to lean against him as he tucks your head under his chin. "You've been looking really stressed. How're you doing?"

"I'm alright," you mumble out reflexively, cheek warming against his collarbone. "Just, y'know. Life."

"Yeah." He drops your hand to instead wrap both arms around your waist, hands pressing gently against the small of your back. Your arms reach around his neck, fingers lazily interlacing. "Maybe we should take a vacation."

"And go where?"

"Anywhere we want. Can stay on home soil and go to Florida. They have good beaches. Sea kinda smells like shit though."

"Carlos."

"It does. You ever smell the sea?"

You roll your eyes. "I've heard Mackinac Island has amazing fudge."

"What the fuck is Mackinac Island?"

"A little island in Lake Huron."

"Michigan? Who goes to Michigan?"

"People live in Michigan, you know."

"Yeah and they're probably bored as hell."

At some point your feet had stopped their movement, your bodies instead just swaying to the music. Conversation peters out but neither of you mind, enjoying the simplicity of existing in this small little bubble, the worries of the day and tomorrow melting away with each sway of your bodies.

Right here, right now, all you know is Carlos.

His chin lifts from the crown of your head only for his lips to replace it, a soft kiss planting into your hair. Tilting your head up, he moves to your forehead, then to the bridge of your nose, and it's not until your lips are pulled wide into a smile he dips to catch them with his own.

The world is his warmth, his presence, his hair tickling your forehead, his stubble scratching your chin. It's the music drifting softly into the room, the slight sway of your bodies, his thumb tracing little circles on the small of your back.

It's each other, together, as the world should always be.

#resident evil #carlos oliveira/gn reader #carlos oliveira/reader #carlos oliveira x gn reader #gn reader #carlos oliveira x reader

[jungle-angel]

The Herbcrafter (Phoenix x Hangman)

Summary: Spring has sprung on the Hannix land and it shows

Warnings: Parenthood, pregnancy, mentions of birth etc.

Tagging: @dlea203 @sylviebell and the lovely @bradshawsbaby enjoy my loves 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Natasha had been busy all morning trying to get the clay pots filled with soil and the seeds that would go in the garden beds come summer. The greenhouse was so warm, a little on the humid side but comfortable given that mid-April still had the tiniest bit of a chill in the air.

Baby Jack cooed and grabbed at the low neckline of her t-shirt with his little fingers, safely nestled inside the homemade sling Natasha had made from one of Jake's old shirts. "I know little man, I know," she said, rocking him gently and kissing his head. "Momma's almost done."

The sound of the truck coming up the gravel drive signaled that Jake had come home at last. He made his way to the greenhouse, rubbing the back of his neck and groaning.

"Babes, you good?" Natasha asked him as he came in.

"Fuckin muscles hurt," Jake groaned. "I could kill Fritz after the shit he pulled this afternoon."

Natasha smiled and rolled her eyes. "Alright, go get in the bathroom," she told him. "I'll get it set up."

"I'll take the baby though," Jake chuckled.

"Oh do you wanna feed him too?" Natasha asked again. "He's been quite cranky this morning."

Jake laughed taking Jack from her and following her into the house. Koda, their husky, wagged his tail wildly as Jake gently rocked Baby Jack and fed him from the bottle that had been made that morning. Koda peered right into the little Moses basket near the window, licking Jack's face as Jake tucked him in for a nap.

"Alright you big idiot, out, out" Jake ordered. "Baby needs sleep."

Up the creaky stairs he went to the bathroom, still an aching mess, but surprised at the setup Natasha had done. She had brought in the bamboo table and some of the houseplants along with the cobalt colored wall cloth. The soaps that she had made smelled sharp and musky while all along the bath ledges were the seashells they had collected from various trips to the beach. The water was steaming hot, while fresh seaweed floated on the surface.

"Alright knucklehead, get on in there," she told him.

"You gonna join me?" he asked.

"Gimme five minutes and then I will."

Jake purred, drawing her in for a kiss, helping each other off with their clothes before stepping into the hot water. If anything, it had been the best way to wind down after a long day.

#natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x natasha phoenix trace #jake seresin x natasha trace #hangman x phoenix #hannix #top gun maverick

[abdldutchnl]

Olivia’s Accident at School

This is another story from over on my Patreon.  www.Patreon.com/wettingcaptions

If you want to check out plenty more stories just like this one, head over there.

Fair warning, this story was commissioned and contains female messing, so take care if you’re not a fan of mild descriptions of panty poop.

————————-

Olivia sat near the back of the classroom.  Her head was down, and she was trying her best to turn invisible.  It was too late, and not even the whispers and laughter quickly spreading throughout the classroom could cover up the sound, nor smell, of Olivia noisily pooping her panties.

Olivia had already begged the teacher twice to let her go, but he had refused.  It was the class directly after lunch, and he said she should have gone then if she needed to go that badly.  Highschool girls should be able to hold it for one hour he had told Olivia.  Something in her lunch had obviously not agreed with her, and before the class was even halfway over, a wet fart signaled the beginning of Olivia’s accident.

“Ewww, Olivia pooped her pants.”  The girl sitting directly behind Olivia yelled.  The girl no doubt had a clear view of Olivia’s butt through the open back of the chair.  Olivia’s yoga pants were now wet, brown and sagging as her huge mess filled her full cut panties and was dumped into the seat of her pants.

“What’s that?”  The teacher stopped teaching when he heard the interruption.  When he saw Olivia’s face and realized what had happened, he burst into laughter, prompting the rest of the class to follow suit.  “Are you serious, Olivia?  I wasn’t aware I was teaching in preschool.  I was under the impression you were a young woman, not a little girl who poops her pants.  Stand up and come here.”

Olivia had no choice.  She stood up, cringing at the added weight in the seat of her pants.  The warm mess shifted, but the tightness of her pants kept the mess contained in her pants, pressing it against her skin.  She walked to the front of the room, hearing renewed laughter from everyone who saw her butt as she passed by.  The misshapen, lumpy brown mess in the seat of her pants made it painfully obvious what she had done.  She had pooped her pants.

“Disgusting,”  Olivia’s teacher stared down at her with a bemused smirk.  “Go to the nurse.  I don’t want to deal with, or smell, you any more than necessary.  Kelli,”  He gestured to one of the girls sitting in the front row.  “Would you mind escorting her?  Sorry, but I don’t want her to get lost, or have another accident along the way.”  The girl nodded.  Kelli stood up and followed Olivia out the door.

The halls were mercifully empty as class was still in session, but Olivia had to refrain from simply sprinting to the nearest bathroom and throwing away her soiled clothes.  As Olivia and Kelli passed by the nearest bathroom on the way to the nurse’s office, Olivia glanced at it longingly.  She could clean herself up and take off the poopy pants, but then she would have to walk naked to the nurse’s office, and that was just asking for more trouble.

“Wait stop,”  Kelli’s voice surprised Olivia as she was staring at the bathroom.  She stopped and turned to look at Kelli.  “The light’s perfect here.”  Kelli was holding up her phone, taking who knows how many pictures of Olivia from behind.

“What are you doing?”  Olivia shrieked.  She spun around and covered her butt with her arms, trying to hide it from the camera.

“Perfect,”  Kelli laughed.  “Now can you act like you really need to use the bathroom?”  She continued to snap photos.

“Stop!  Delete those now!”  Olivia demanded, still trying to hide herself from the camera.

“Not a chance,”  Kelli smirked.  “Maybe if you’re good I won’t post the ones with your face online.”

“Please don’t.”  Olivia begged.  Her school life was already in ruins, but if those pictures ended up on facebook, she might die.  “I’ll do anything.”

“Hmmm,”  Kelli had a devious smile.  “Turn around and bend over.”  

Olivia did as commanded.  She couldn’t help but shudder as she heard the repeated clicks of a camera shutter coming from Kelli’s phone.

“Okay, let’s go.”  Kelli turned and walked away, towards the nurse’s office.  “You smell bad enough already.”

“What about the pictures?”  Olivia waddled after Kelli.  “Will you delete them now?  I did what you asked.”

“Like I said, maybe if you’re good.”  Kelli looked over her shoulder at Olivia.  “You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.  Unless you want all these pictures plastered all over facebook.”

Olivia could only follow in silence until they reached the nurse’s office.  Even if she tried to tell a teacher about Kelli, what was she going to say?  I pooped my pants and now this girl is making fun of me?  Every teacher in the school would just ask why a highschool girl is pooping herself in the first place.

When the pair walked into the nurse’s office, the nurse turned in her chair to look at them, her nose wrinkling.

“What on Earth happened?”  The nurse did not sound friendly, and Olivia couldn’t bring herself to respond.

“Olivia pooped herself in class, so Mr. Hartford told me to bring her here to get cleaned up.”  Kelli explained cheerfully.

“Excuse me?”  The nurse looked incredulous.  “She pooped herself, you pooped yourself?”  She looked at Olivia over the top of her glasses.  Olivia could only nod sheepishly.  “What’s the matter with you?  I don’t recall having any incontinent girls in my school.  Are you on any medications?  Drugs?  Illegal diet pills?”

“No, I-”  Olivia started.

“Quiet.”  Nurse Redfield cut her off.  “Go stand in that corner, over the drain.  And you,”  She pointed at Kelli.  “Please go and take a look through that bin there.  The one marked ‘Lost and Found.’  See if you can’t find some clothes for this silly girl.”

Olivia had tears in her eyes once again when Nurse Redfield walked up to her.  Why was this woman being so mean?  It wasn’t like Olivia had meant to poop herself.  Plus, once Kelli posted those pictures online, everyone would know what had happened.  Why was this happening to her?

“Pants off.”  The nurse demanded.

“What?”  Olivia was surprised by the suddenness of the demand.  Nurse Redfield didn’t seem to be in any mood for hesitation.  The woman just groaned in exasperation, before reaching over and yanking Olivia’s pants down to her ankles.  Olivia’s very full underwear followed suit, plopping on the floor in a wet heap.  Olivia had stepped out of the pile of soiled clothing when the nurse grabbed Olivia’s shoulders and spun her facing the wall.

“Stay still.”  Nurse Redfield grabbed a hose that was connected to the wall.  It looked a bit more delicate and precise than a garden hose, but it was the same idea.

Olivia gasped as the ice cold water hit her butt.  The water invaded her most intimate parts as the filth was washed onto the floor and down the drain.  The sudden attack of water made Olivia’s bladder contract violently, and for nearly five seconds her pee streamed down her legs and onto the floor.  Once Olivia managed to stem the flow, she prayed that the water from the hose disguised her accident.  Nurse Redfield snorted in disgust, but that might have been more from the general situation, than from recognizing the fact that Olivia lost control of her bladder temporarily.

“In all my years,”  Nurse Redfield continued to scold Olivia while washing her off.  “I’ve seen some disgusting and questionable things, but this might be the worst.  A girl your age?  Pooping herself in the middle of class?  You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“I tried, but Mr. Hart-”  Olivia tried to explain.  She had asked to go, but her teacher wouldn’t let her leave.  It wasn’t her fault she had pooped her pants.

“I don’t care what your teacher said or did.  If I was your teacher I wouldn’t let you leave during class either.  You should have gone before class, or you should have been able to hold it, like all your other classmates.  Did any of them have accidents?  Should your teacher make a special exception just for you?  Are you that incapable of controlling your body for one hour?”  Olivia couldn’t contain her composure under Nurse Redfield’s assault.

“No, I-”  Olivia was crying once again.

“I’ll have to call your mother to tell her what happened.  If you have a medical condition that makes you unable to control yourself, you should see a doctor and then the school will make reasonable accommodations for you.”

“No!  Please no.  I don’t have a problem, I just had an accident.  Okay?  I pooped my pants, I thought I could hold it.  But please, don’t tell my mom.  She wouldn’t understand.  I don’t want her to overreact.”  Olivia begged.  Nurse Redfield looked unaffected by Olivia’s words and tears, but she still sighed and agreed.

“Alright.  As long as you’re taking responsibility for your actions, I won’t call your parents.  But if anything like this should happen again…”  Nurse Redfield didn’t need to finish her threat.  Olivia thanked the nurse sincerely as the woman toweled off Olivia’s newly cleaned lower half.

“Here,”  Kelli walked up and handed a bundle of clothes to Nurse Redfield.  “This was all I could find.”  Olivia saw Kelli wink at her when the nurse wasn’t looking.

“Hmm, they’ll have to do.”  Nurse Redfield gave the clothes to Olivia.  “Get dressed.”

“What?  B-But isn’t there anything else?”  Olivia protested once she saw the clothes she had been given.

“Be quiet,”  Nurse Redfield snapped.  “And be grateful there’s anything at all.  It is not my responsibility to have a fully stocked wardrobe available just in case you soil yourself like an infant.  Now get dressed.”

“Okay.”  Olivia hung her head, defeated.  She unfolded the panties provided for her.  Olivia couldn’t imagine why these would be in the lost and found.  I guess it’s better than wearing the ones I pooped in.  Olivia thought to herself.  But I bet Kelli picked out the most babyish ones she could find.  The panties were obviously meant for someone much younger than Olivia.  They were bright pink and had colorful pictures of Elmo on the front and back.  The cotton fabric of the training panties was so thick, Olivia had to check to make sure it wasn’t actually two or three pairs put together.  If anyone ever finds out I’m wearing these, I’ll be done for…Although I’m probably screwed anyway once everyone hears that I pooped my pants in class.

Olivia pulled the panties.  She was glad to not be naked anymore, but given the circumstances she didn’t feel particularly happy.  Olivia wished she had some more appropriate panties.  She wished a great many things to be honest.  She wished that the skirt from the lost and found she was now wearing wasn’t so short or white.  It was short enough and floaty enough that if she wasn’t careful, Olivia was going to be flashing her new Elmo panties to everyone in school.  To make things worse, the white fabric was thin and light enough that, even when the skirt was down, the pink outline of the very much full cut panties could clearly be seen.  But, more than anything, Olivia wished that she had never pooped her pants in the first place.  She could have gone to the bathroom during lunch, although she didn’t need to go then.  She could have just left during the class, regardless of what her teacher said, and taken the detention.  She could have held on until after class, as was expected of someone her age.  Any of these options would have been preferable to the one Olivia ended up on; pooping her pants in class.  Maybe if this was kindergarten, or even first grade, the teasing would have stopped after a week or two, especially if the other kids were reminded of their own, relatively recent accidents, but now?  Olivia was in highschool.  Rumors were relentless and unforgiving enough already.  Once word got around that Olivia had pooped her pants, there would be no way to stop it, and if pictures ended up online, Olivia would never be able to escape it, no matter where she went.  Olivia may have been the only girl in the entire school to have had an accident in the past ten years.  There’s no way people would just forget about that in a couple weeks.

Fully dressed, and already imagining the horrible nicknames she would receive, Olivia was kicked out of the nurse’s office.  Kelli was practically skipping as they walked back to class.

“Oh, wait here.”  They were standing just outside the bathroom door when Kelli stopped Olivia.

“What?”  Asked Olivia.  She wasn’t in any hurry to get back to class, so she stopped.

“I just have to get some pictures of your adorable new outfit.”  Olivia groaned internally at Kelli’s words.  Again with the pictures.

“What?  Please no.  Haven’t you tortured me enough?”  Olivia pleaded.  If she didn’t stop this soon, she would end up as Kelli’s plaything.

“What?  You want to stop?”  Kelli pouted.  “I thought we were having fun.  Oh well, if you just want me to post those pictures online then…”  Kelli trailed off.

“NO!  I’m sorry.  Please don’t, I’ll do anything you want.  Just, just delete those pictures.”

“Okay, in the bathroom.”  Kelli pushed Olivia through the door and into the empty bathroom, away from any pesky teachers that might have saved Olivia.  “Now, turn around.”  Olivia turned to face the wall, and immediately Kelli started taking pictures.

“Awww, your baby panties are so cute.”  Kelli lifted the back of Olivia’s skirt and took some more pictures.  Olivia wanted to protest, but she could only bite her tongue.  “And why are you wearing such silly panties?”

Because these are the ones you picked out for me you psycho bitch…Olivia sighed, swallowing the words she wanted to yell.  “Because I had an accident.”

“Turn around, we can’t hear you.”  Kelli said.

“What?”  Olivia turned around to see the red light blinking on Kelli’s phone.  “Are you recording this?  I-”  Kelli held up a finger, and Olivia knew the power that finger.  She could upload dozens of pictures, any one of which could ruin Olivia’s entire future.

“Again, oh hold up your skirt in front now, why are you wearing such silly panties?”  Kelli asked, smiling behind the phone she was holding up.

“Because,”  Olivia was blushing fiercely while exposing the front of her Elmo panties.  “Because I had an accident.”

“You sure did.”  Kelli laughed.  “What kind of accident was it?”

“Do I really have to do this?”  Olivia protested.  “I…I pooped my pants.”

“Awww, did Olivia go poopy in her panties?”  Kelil asked in mocking babytalk.

“…Yes.”  Olivia answered once it became clear Kelli was waiting for her to respond.

“Perfect.”  The red light shut off and Kelli lowered her phone.  “Now let’s get a couple more pictures.”

“Really?  Can’t we just go back to class already?”  Olivia complained, eager to escape from Kelli.

“In a minute.”  Kelli assured her.  “Just a couple more.  Here, act like you really need to use the bathroom.”  Reluctantly, Olivia obeyed.  “Yeah, that’s it.  Cross your legs, and put your hands against your crotch.  Perfect.”  Olivia found the modeling easier than she might have otherwise.  The brief relief she had in the nurse’s office hadn’t emptied her bladder, and now she felt the definite urge to go.  Not that she would ever let Kelli know.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Kelli was satisfied.

“Hashtag GottaGo, Hashtag NotAgain, aaaand sent.”  Kelli laughed while typing on her phone.

“What!?”  Olivia nearly fell over.  “You promised not to post any of those.”  She was nearly crying in frustration and despair.

“I’m kidding,”  Kelli smiled, but Olivia didn’t feel any better.  “But if you don’t do exactly what I say…well you can imagine what’s going to happen.”

Class was all but over when Olivia finally slunk back into the room behind Kelli.  Everyone stared at her, no doubt remembering the sight of her yoga pants full of poop when she left.

“Thank you for your help, Kelli, and welcome back Olivia.”  Mr. Hartford stared at Olivia when she walked in.  “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.  Although in my experience, undisciplined girls like you do not learn from their mistakes.  If you were my child, or if the school permitted it, I would take you over my knee right here and now, and I would make sure you never acted out again.”

Olivia shuddered as the rest of the class laughed at the image.  Being spanked in front of the class, it would be nearly as embarrassing as having pooped her pants in the first place.  Surely the teacher would lift her skirt for the spanking, and then everyone would see her childish panties.  Or would he pull them down, and give her a bare-bottom spanking?  Even if her school life became hell, Olivia’s only solace was that her mother wouldn’t need to find out about what happened.  Her mother was prone to overreact, and if she learned that Olivia had pooped her pants at school, then a spanking would have been the least of Olivia’s worries.

#abdlbabygirl #messy pants #messy diaper

[definitelynotamhafan]

A cave at the edge of a universe (Darkness pt.2)

Warnings! Flashbacks.

The day had gone by in a mixture of awkward silence and mistrustful glares, nothing you weren’t used to, of course.

Now, as the sun was setting, your bare feet dug into the still heated sand, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. The sound of silence was swirling around you, the wind carrying a salty scent.

The sea. Oh how you missed it. You remembered the days of the first sprouts of plants ever growing on the soil beneath your feet, the way Amun slipped his hand in yours, both of you running along the shore…

No. Amun was gone, he had changed, what use was to dwell in the past if it only caused you pain?

Your screwed your eyes shut, taking a deep breath and going back in the tent. You grabbed a bowl from one of the tables, pouring yourself some water for your parched throat. As you tilted the bowl, your lips pressed against the smooth ceramic carved with depictions of some pharaoh you couldn’t care less about, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Staring at you, with a glare so sharp that it was burning the back of your head, was Seth.

“Are you just gonna keep glaring at me like that? You’ll get wrinkles.” You said, chuckling.

“You still play that game, huh?” He retorted. “Acting like you aren’t an evil god.”

You paused. Evil? Out of all the words he thought, evil was the way to describe you?

Unfair? Sure. Damned? Yeah, why not. Cursed? Go ahead! Unwanted? Unforgiven? Bring ‘em in! But evil? That didn’t sound right.

“Says the god of chaos.” You said. “At least I’m not punished to live as a demigod.”

Now it was Seth’s turn to go silent.

“You know?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I can smell it on you. Half god, half human. Such a pitiful punishment.”

“What did you just say about my punishment, you asshat?!” He snapped

“You heard me first, Weasley!” You retorted.

“…what?” He asked confused.

“Nevermind, you wouldn’t get it. What did you do to deserve that shit anyways?” You asked, putting the ceramic bowl down and tilting your hunting dog headdress back.

“I cut Osiris into pieces.” Seth said, looking away.

You paused.

One beat.

Two beats.

And then you burst out laughing.

“Fuck yeah! That green pea-looking bastard deserved it!” You managed to say between laughs.

Seth was stunned. I mean quite literally shook™️. He had no idea that someone would actually hate Osiris this much to agree with him.

“Really?” He asked.

“Of course! That dude is wayyyyy too obsessive for his own good. He didn’t do anything to you, right?” Your expression turned serious at the end. “Right?”

———

“HE DID WHAT?!” You gasped. “Oh you poor thing…” you extended your hand out to Seth, wrapping it around his shoulders comfortingly.

The way his head rested against your chest, it felt just like-

“Am-heh! Wait up!” Ra called out, running after you. “Slow down, love.” He whispered, trailing kisses on your skin as soon as he reached you.

“And if I don’t?” You teased.

“Then I might just make sure you can’t run away.” He winked.

“Oh? And how is that?” You inched closer, your faces inches apart.

“We’ll find out tonight, won’t we?” He teased, before turning into his female form, guiding your hands to her waist. “You won’t run away from me, right?”

“Never.” You sealed her lips.

-no. Not again. You pulled yourself together, ignoring the throbbing pain at the back of your head. Amun-Ra was gone. She wasn’t the same anymore. Now she was just Ra, goddess of the sun. Not your dear Amun. Once the love of your life, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you created the stars, embroidering the sky with their light, or creating the fabric of the Nile from your cloak of darkness. They weren’t the same. They would never be. Never again.

“You still don’t trust me?” You teased Seth a little bit.

“Maybe a little.” He replied, snuggling against your chest, his breath so deep that you were surprised he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

Yet one thing couldn’t escape your mind as sleep began closing in on the both of you, as you laid face-up on the bed. The familiar rocks, the darkness surrounding you, the cool breeze seeping in your bones…. Something was calling out to you. And you knew where it was hiding.

In a cave at the edge of the universe, at the end and beginning of time, somewhere where the clock is pointing at the 25th hour, and no ticking will ever be heard. Somewhere where your memories will haunt you forever.

#seth ennead #egyptian gods #ennead mojito #ennead manhwa #ennead seth #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader