#pissfields

The only thing I'll ever ask of you

You gotta promise not to stop when I say when

She sang

i was struck with a vision of dave and kurt some time in 1992. she's upset and dysphoric at courtney cutting her hair short, being constantly misgendered in interviews and by people in her life while also having to dress as a man the majority of the time. it's hard and she hates every second of it. so during a quiet moment while on tour, dave works up the courage to pop out the guitar and play her a little of what he's been working on in an attempt to cheer her up. it's not finished, it might suck a little compared to what she writes, but hopefully she likes it. because it's about her.

bonus little doodle of the aftermath;

MOMMY PET <333

copia is so easy to drive to tears, all pet has to do is run feather light touches across his skin, groping him softly while she murmurs to him.

“look so handsome today, babyboy. i’ve wanted to get my hands on you all day…”

and her hands are on him, its just not enough.

copia bucks into every touch, little breathless whines leaving his mouth. he knows the game she is playing, but his mind is far too fogged with arousal and submission to compute is release command.

“pet… need you.”

his voice is so quiet, almost a whisper. eyes half lidded, mouth parted with damp lips. perpetua almost melts at the sight.

“you have me, sweetheart, tell me what you need.”

perpetua’s voice is coated in a sickly sweet edge, her curls framing her face so beautifully as she leans down to press a kiss to his face. she almost forgets about her little game, almost leans in to kiss his plush lips, aching to run her hands over his little dick.

but copia whines, impatient and needy, such a fussy boy. his body arches into her, chasing her warmth. his little cock half chubbed up from all the attention from his sister. he needs her hands, her mouth, anything.

“i want you to touch me, per favore, sorella!”

then he’s reaching out to grip at her shoulder, aiming to pull her down into his chest.

dodging his attempt, pereptua tuts softly, shaking her head at her twin.

“i am touching you.” pet giggles. “you’re not being very polite now, are you?”

copia frowns at that, fidgeting, aggravated, he kicks out one of his feet from its bent position on the bed.

oh. so it’s toddler tantrums tonight, pet thinks.

not responding to his twin, copia throws an arm over his face, burying his nose in his elbow, hiding from the amused smile pet pulls.

“all you have to do is use your manners, copia.”

“i said please!”

raising his voice, copia whines childishly, pulling his arm down to glare at her fully now, all the while shivering at her dainty fingers on his stomach. tears began to pool in his eyes, face hot and tinted red. so pathetic.

copia sounds so precious when he is sniffling, tears running down his face.

“not quite there yet.”

pet smirks, enjoying torturing her boy a little too much. her body was hot with excitement, panties feeling all too tight as she looks between copia’s thick thighs to find him fully hard now. he was always so easy, and pet was always too forgiving.

“if you really want mama to touch you, you need to drop the attitude.”

beneath her, copia’s eyes widen innocently, his arm dropping fully onto his chest. that soft blush rising onto his cheeks, almost curling in on himself from embarrassment.

perpetua waits, giving copia a pointed glance, her hand splaying across his wide stomach.

“will you please touch me, mama?”

there he is. gentle, sweet voiced. copia almost looked like a little boy beneath her then, that name on his tongue aging him back decades. he has pet on the edge of cooing.

“no, amore.” she began, watching the flash of hurt and confusion on the boys face as she pauses. “i wont touch you because you’ll cum too early, i want you cumming in mommy’s pussy instead.”

with that, pet climbs into his lap, tugging her panties to the side, her cock hard and twitching, trapped still behind the fabric. she didn’t need any prep, had already finger fucked herself in her office after seeing her brother in a fit of rage, shouting at some poor sibling. it got her head spinning to watch him like that.

plus, copia’s little dick was too tiny to hurt, anyway.

perpetua has her baby boy cumming inside her within a few minutes of desperate rutting, crying as he empties in her. his punishment for not putting mama’s pleasure first was a few painful hours of overstimulation, pet keeping his little baby cock caged as she fucks his hole, not allowing him a moment of reprieve as she pumps load, after load into her twin.

i'm not entirely sure but if i had to give them each something;

it's not a dessert but idc, but i'd give kurt a strawberry nesquik (just cause that's what i associate him with)

for krist, i think i'd give him a fudge brownie cause he strikes me as that kind of guy (also cause the band used to print the phrase fudge packin', crack smokin', satan worshippin' mother fuckers on their shirts when they were first starting out)

for dave i'd say just a plain homemade chocolate chip cookie

and as a bonus, i'd give pat a slice of betty crocker angel food cake <3

Anyways, i am humbly requesting to hear more of your thoughts on Marybias. Anything, i'll take crumbs👏

i can understand the take on parasocial-ness, or sexual harassment due to fandom misconceptions about their fav, but i don’t actually believe the things i write about 😭 i also don’t post these things under the tags for tf or mg, because i understand why the topics i write about would be bothersome to fans who aren’t into dddne, ykwim? i think its pretty ignorant of people to post their proship or dddne content under the public ghost tags because you are subjecting people who aren’t in this space, + minors to the content but that is just my opinion.

anywhosie, marybias!

my favorite kind of marybias is daddaughter puppy mary. i think mary makes a cute pet, and i’m talking like wears a collar and her dad feeds her from a cute dog bowl and she has her own cage. i hc mary to be autistic because i am and its comforting and relatable, so her being a pup is very charming to me because i think she finds comfort in being her dads little pet.

whether they are actually related or not tobias is mary’s father, he cares for her as such. he handles her education, nurtures her interest in music, takes her to nice restaurants and lets her have whatever she wants, takes such good care of his girl. when tobias has company over mary shuffles into her cage and plays games on a handheld console her daddy got her, staying quiet till dinner where her dad will fill her bowl and deliver it to her in her cage.

sometimes if mary really likes her daddy’s friends, i love james het, tobias will allow them to fuck her little hole, praising her while she takes a fat cock and whines all pretty getting stretched open. she thanks her dad and his friends for playing with her, and licks their cocks clean when they’re done.

i also loveee religious marybias, the reason for their relationship being some creepy culty honor thy father shit, mary being seen as an angel sent to tobias to be his doting wife and daughter. i’m so fond of mary in white, with her father groping her during a baptism. he’s allowed to marry his daughter because that’s what god wants for them.