Lovely
I need to write more cheelie smut, don't I? 🖤
Part of the open-mouthed and on your knees fic collection!
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"You look lovely like this." Charles's voice was a soft purr at the nape of St. Cecilia's neck, his lips brushing sensitive skin as he spoke. She tasted of sweat and cigarette smoke and the cologne she'd stolen from him.
Breathless, she glanced over her shoulder, snagging Charles's lust-darkened hazel eyes with her own golden ones. She asked, her voice soft and gentler than it got for anyone else, "Like what?"
Keeping his pace steady, Charles pressed his hips forward, smiling to himself when she gave a strangled little moan in response. "Begging."
Beneath him, her wrists bound by his tie, St. Cecilia whimpered. The sound sent a bolt of want shooting down Charles's spine. As if to cover up for such an embarrassing noise, she spat, "If I'm so lovely, fuck me properly."
He never felt as powerful as he did with her shivering beneath him, but he gave her what she wanted. He had a bad habit of giving in; No wonder she was so spoiled. He found it cuter than he probably should have. Even with her smart mouth, though, she was thoroughly his. She could have anyone she wanted, and she could sure as hell dominate them, but she chose to prostrate herself for him. Sliding his hands down along her sides, Charles pressed his fingertips into the soft skin between the ridges of ribs, feeling her pulse racing against him.
She gave a guttural hiss in response, pushing her hips back to meet his, squeezing around him in an attempt to get him to quicken his pace. She was on her knees, her chest pressed flat to the bed, her wrists tied to the pretty brass bed frame, yet she somehow thought she could take control. Her arrogance earned her nothing more than a slap on the ass, a new hand print blooming red over a faded one.
Though she quivered hot and wet around him, Charles held out. His thrusts came hard and deep, but they stayed slow. St. Cecilia was an impatient little thing, though, and she was soon bucking her hips back against him, panting over her shoulder, "Charlie, come on."
They'd both waited long enough, hadn't they? Charles obliged, pressing a kiss to the back of St. Cecilia's neck before he pulled back, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he rutted against her.
Barely restraining a keening moan, St. Cecilia pressed her forehead to the pillow, bright eyes squeezing shut. Her voice low and soft, she breathed, "Don't stop."
But he did, asking, "Excuse me?"
A huff of desperate, sardonic laughter, and St. Cecilia hissed, "Don't stop, sir."
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Rivers is interrogated by Adamant Dune. She learns how his body reacts to electric shocks.
this isnt finished but i dont think im gonna work on it anymore and someone asked for the kidnapping arc comics so i figured id post it lol. owie! fuckin ow!
the guy gets poked Once and hes spilling all the beans like come on dude youre so bad at this
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Wirt: “Dipper, why does it take you an hour to wash your hair?”
Dipper: “Mabel, PowerPoint.”
Wirt: “…What is happening right now?”
Mabel, after she set up her PowerPoint: “You got your pre-shampoo-“
Wirt: “You’re…You’re what?”
Mabel: “Pay attention. All questions will be answered after the presentation. Now, you got your pre-shampoo. Twenty minutes. Actual shampoo and conditioner, in the shower. However long that takes. But, you have to let the conditioner sit in your hair. And if you have curly hair like us, you’re showering with cold water. Then, you have your leave-in conditioner-“
Wirt: “How is a leave-in conditioner different than-“
Mabel: “FOCUS! So, you got your leave-in conditioner. Then, you have to decide if you want to towel-dry or air dry. If you towel dry, you’ll use some curl cream. And you can’t forget about the hair oil…”
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So in this universe are you Mews/Twos following mammal habits with your kits? Nursing young, being maternal/paternal, ect? And if that's the case, who will be taking over raising Beansprout since One is in such a unique position.
There’s a post as part of my growing queue of Saturday Plot posts that answers this. But since that’ll be a while off.
Yes, Mew follow mammalian rules to a point but they also don’t? They do pregnancy for internal development up until the last trimester, then they have an egg and the baby is supposed to develop there until hatching. There was two instances of baby mews not forming eggs at birth though and that was Grave, and Omega. Technically Sprout can be added now since she never had an egg either.
Alpha wasn’t born they don’t count.
They don’t produce milk either but the later gen mews did enlist Milktanks just cause Moomoo Milk is so nutritious they seek it out for the healthiest kits. Sprout is gonna have moomoo milk that’s fortified into a proper baby formula.
The mewtwo genetics team will be caring for him, with the Mirage Program of course keeping an eye over night with a night time feeder to make sure Sprout develops properly. It’s a volunteer basis but of course the team lead will lead by example and volunteer too. So at least 9, Glim, Tyler, and several of their human coworkers will take turns. Gemini would but Sam is a bit irrationally terrified by how tiny Sprout is and they’re a packaged deal and all that.
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