Commissioned drabbles for B!
1. First words after the first time they had sex
2. First time holding hands in public
3. Feeding Baby Ivy
4. Bantering about condoms
5. Really quiet sex so they don’t wake the baby
Under the cut! I’m still available for commissions, all proceeds go to Gali!
Cries cries and cries again, god this is so perfect ;;____;;; Guys, I just ordered them line an hour ago!! So beautiful ;;;;; my god, I’m undone orz
((made rebloggable by request!))
There are a dozen things he wants to say, and more he should. He should probably tell Kotetsu that this is too much, a dirty thing he shouldn’t want—
—he wants to tell Kotetsu he can take more, that this is just teasing him, but of course Kotetsu can tell that. It’s obvious with the care, the slow, precise way he slides each rounded bead up inside Barnaby, breath hot against his ear as he pants, “Does that feel good, Bunny-chan?”
Barnaby buries his face in his forearms, letting the way his body twitches, his back bows into a taut arch, do the embarrassing job of answering for him. Each smooth bead presses inside him, and finally he pleads, voice, breathless and hungry, “Why don’t you just fuck me already?”
White teeth nip at his shoulder, all the warning he has before the blunt head of Kotetsu’s cock presses into him, too big and hot and thick but always a good, thorough burn that makes him pant and writhe at the stretch. He wants to gasp and protest that Kotetsu hasn’t taken the pearls out of him yet, but it’s impossible to do anything other than buck back against his lover, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Kotetsu’s arms are strong, snaking around his waist and chest, yanking him back onto every demanding thrust, holding him against Kotetsu’s broad chest, driving him insane with every sweet-slick drag of flesh against his own as he’s filled, claimed, fucked.
“I wonder,” Kotetsu grunts against his ear, the old man just as out of control as he is no matter that fabled endurance, “if I could make you scream?”
Kotetsu’s calloused fingers pinch and tug on his nipples, making him squirm as the other hand snakes back and low, wrapping securely around the little string of pears. He should be thinking about how to get back at Kotetsu for this, not thinking about how good it feels when he’s spread even more, stretching obscenely as each bead slides out of him, pressed snugly against the throbbing thickness of Kotetsu’s cock inside of him.
It’s with a choked half-sob that he comes, head bowed down to the bed, Kotetsu growling and biting as he follows, hands turning instantly from pinching and yanking to petting and caressing, gentling Barnaby still as he nuzzles into the back of his neck.
There are a dozen things he should say, but right now, thoroughly debauched and aching, Barnaby doesn’t feel like saying anything at all.
Thank you corinna!!! This is so hot I don’t even care about totally exposing my kinks right there *__*
So I’ve never done anything like this before here on tumblr, but this is for someone really important to me so I’m asking for your help.
My precious B has a lot going on right now. If you don’t know who she is, she’s an amazing artist and a great friend, and has done a lot of work for our…
this is entirely overwhelming, Gali, I feel like I’m learning to accept kindness only now with you, and learning about friendship day by day. Thank you and everyone who decided to help with all my heart, I can’t stare at this for long because I srat bawling again and salt isn’t good for my eyes at this point. It’s a mile change that has already started, trying to change my life, I’m gonna do it. How could I not succeed, if I have such people around me. aha, I’m embarrased to hell and back///
there is no escape from me now, waifu - don’t think i haven’t saved every bit of art on your deviant art account, too…
post episode 8, but does anyone not know the spoiler that comes with that now jesus
More than anything, she just wants him back.
my comrade ;_;
For those that appreciate a somewhat ‘softer’ story, this is probably going to be your cup of tea :) It’s a canonverse focus, set after the epilogue in episode 25 - although for now, we are focusing on the year timeskip, following Barnaby around and watching him deal with his depression, his need for Kotetsu, and all that has happened to him since he met Kotetsu.
All of your user accounts should have imported successfully into this story (i.e. your subscription still applies here and everywhere else!), but please contact us to let us know if you have any difficulty logging in. That being said, all of the material up right now is marked free preview. There will be quite a bit more content up over this week, as I (Gali) will be writing extensively for it as the next plot arcs of Jailbait are being written.
HEY SO WHAT I SPENT MY MORNING DOING AND WILL BE CONTINUING TO DO SO FOR THE NEXT WEEK…
But really, I mean it when I say this is a softer touch ;) You don’t have the gritty, dark world of Ouropornos and all of the potential triggers of that, and you don’t have the rather convoluted relationship issues of Jailbait. So for those that find one or the other difficult to read, this story might be more up your alley!
God, how much did he drink last night?
Enough that his mind is throbbing, mouth dry, and every blink of his eyelids sounds like a bass drum being beaten against his ear. He pats himself down, looking for evidence of a new tattoo, a piercing somewhere it shouldn’t be, any sign that this was as bad a night as it feels like, and discovers he’s naked.
He stares down at the sock, innocuously sitting between his legs, like some absurd glove, some kind of warmer. “I…what…”
“Don’t worry,” Kotetsu says with a yawn, rolling over onto his back. He’s similarly decorated, though his own is a bit more…longitudinal with the morning’s dubious excitement. He grins lazily, reaching over and giving Barnaby’s sock a tug. “It’s real wool.”
“And why exactly should—”
“You were very specific.” Kotetsu changes his voice, pitching it far too high and clipped. “‘My jackets are real leather, my coffee takes real milk, and my socks are real wool.’ You wouldn’t hear of it any other way.”
Barnaby stares at him, aghast. “And…why did you feel the need to put socks on us in the first place?”
Kotetsu shrugs. “You know, Bunny, I never asked. Wanna take ‘em off?”
THIS IS MY WAIFU FOLKS