#WELCOME BACK BUD

[silvermizuki]

Heart to Heart

Always imagined Sun as a good listener. Yeah he's silly goofy and loud, but he knows when things are off- when its serious and its time to sit down and hear you out. And he'll stay with you until you're ok again.

[soupiestzilla]

ZILLA AAAAAAA OKAY OKAY

I BINGED READ YOUR MODERN SHELLVISION AU AND ANDHAHDHAHD THERE WAS THIS PART THAT MADE ME GO CRAZY IN A VERY GOOD WAY RAHHHHHHH

PART SO GOOD I EVEN DREW IT RAHHHHHH

(ignore how after the first two, they are no dialogue thingy clouds idk what they are called, my ass couldn't fit them-)

Shelly: Okay, this is the good oat milk. It froths better.

Vee: That's the one that tastes like regret.

Shelly: It's literally your favorite in lattes-

Vee: That's because you trick me. With your crazy dino barista skills.

Shelly: Just grab the Oatly.

Vee: No,

Vee: This one says 'barista edition' and has a cow on it, which is ironic.

Shelly: That's almond milk.

Vee: But... a... cow.. on...almond milk?

Shelly: You are so lucky I love you.

Vee: True, also we're getting the ironic milk.

Shelly: No we're not-

-

I ALSO ADORED VEE SAYING HONEYMOON TO THE OLD LADY I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD PLS AJDHAJDHAHD YOUR FICS MADE ME SMILE AAAAAAAAAA

BUT THE REASON WHY I GOT CRAZY WAS CUZ.. I WANT TO BE A BARISTA IN THE FUTURE AND SEEING MENTIONS OF IT IN MY FAVORITE SHIP??? ARGEGRGAGSHSA ESPECIALLY BARISTA SHELLY??? DO YOU KNOW THAT I WANTED TO RUN AROUND MY ROOM SO FUCKING FAST???

IT'S SO FUNNY CUZ I PAINFULLY RELATE TO SHELLY TOO AND SEEING HER HAVE BARISTA SKILLS MADE ME KICK MY FEET SO HARD I LITERALLY HAD WOKEN UP TOO RAHHHH LIKE YES GIRL, GO HAVE THOSE BARISTA SKILLS THAT I WANT TO LEARN IN THE FUTURE SOBS SOBS

WANNA KNOW WHAT'S FUNNIER? I'M LITERALLY PLANNING A BARISTA AU FOR A WHILE NOW AND SHELLY WOULD BE THE BARISTA IN IT (DANDY IS THE OWNER, VEE IS LIKE THE MANAGER (ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IS HELPING ME UNDERSTAND JOB POSITIONS AND THAT BEAR WITH ME-), SPROUT HANDLES THE SWEETS AND KITCHEN AND EVERYTHING NICE, ASTRO TAKES ORDERS, PEBBLE LIKES BRIGHTENING THE ENVIRONMENT WITH HIS PRESENCE AND EVEN LETTING OTHERS PLAY WITH HIM AND THAT AND MUCH MORE WITH OTHER TOONS AND OTHER STUFF, I JUST NEED TO THINK ABOUT IT LATER) BUT MAN I GOT SO HAPPY WHEN I SAW BARISTA SHELLY MENTION IN YOUR FIC THE SILENT SCREAM I LET OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

BTW I ALSO ADORE YOUR MODERN SHELLVISION AU AAAAA I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC AND EVERYTHING AND AJDHJADHAHDHAHDHA I ADORE HOW SHELLY TAKES PICTURES OF THINGS AND VEE AND JSJDHAHDA AS SOMEONE THAT ALSO ADORES TAKING PICTURES OF THINGS MOSTLY TO KEEP THE MEMORIES WITH ME CUZ I FORGET MANY THINGS EASILY, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT SOOO FUCKING MUCH AAAAERHQARGWHSHAA

YOU'RE ALWAYS COOKING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH, I'M EATING EVERYTHING UP NYOM NYOM NYOM I'M GONNA YAP ABOUT MY SONA IN ANOTHER ASK CUZ THIS IS LONG ALREADY SJDHAHSB BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FOOD, YOU'LL BE GETTING FOOD FROM ME AS WELL CUZ WE APPRECIATE YOU AND YOUR WORK SO MUCH RAHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US, ZILLA AAAAAAA

IT'S ALSO SO DAMN HOT, I DREW THE WIVES RELAXING TOGETHER AND COOLING OFF IN FRONT OF A FAN, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES IN THIS HEAT Y'ALL!!! STAY HYDRATED!!!!

OKIE BYE BYE I'LL BE BACK.. EVENTUALLY, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH YOURE ON THE OAT MILK TRAIN TOO NOW

Help

Accidental future barista found reading abt the random ass barista detail moment happened?????

This was planned all along yuh huh

YOU DREW MY SILLIES!!!!! THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!!! FRISBEES YOU WITH A VELOCITY UNDETECTABLE BY THE INVISIBLE CAMERAMAN (hes theres)(his name)(is)(ron)

The honey moon detail was purely random, did not plan for it but thank god i put it in for some reason lol

??? A???? BARISTA AU???

WOuLD GO

H A RD BrO

Pebble being atmospheric dog ♥️ oh my goob ♥️ this sounds so peak dude

(TY STORMYFLYYYY RAAAAAA)(EXPLODES INTO 273.5 TINY PIECES)

Also dude im not even joking it was so hot today i think i drank like five whole water bottles like i probably drank a small ponds worth today bro

My friend insisted on being outside but i literally had to drag her inside with me because we were being cooked well done outside

Shellvision getting too real with the last drawing ♥️ thank god vee didnt explode ♥️

[etherealspacejelly]

you probably dont remember me but im the anon with the stuff to help my acne???? its an odd introduction but i said that i have acne and i got stuff to help it?? but yeah its WORKING!!!!! my skin is very much clearing up.

-🦕

i remember you!!!! im glad that its working omg

[barbiecarlo]

Hey, Yu! 👋

[hikkokoro]

I was having trouble finding your blog again cause I followed so many new blogs o///o;

YOU

I REMEMBERED YOU

YOU DREW MY BOI

[boatboys]

chronic pain anon if you remember me. thank you for tagging spoilers! i'm planning to wait for a bad day to blow through however many chapters have accumulated, and i want it to come as a surprise

Extremely fair! 👍 I know a lot of people (like me lol) also just plain have trouble remembering to keep up with serial releases of things, and then remember and consume everything they missed at once--whatever the reason is, I wouldn't want to spoil anybody for anything!

[gunsatthaphan]

Gavin has never looked small in his entire life, but we also never expected him to ever be standing next to Joss 😭 I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. You think someone has retired from bl until Gavin gets his hands on them

Joss is a giant we been knew jkhfdfgd let's also not forget how we thought Podd was tall until he stood next to Joss lmao-

[tonguetyd]

#its just Trent Reznor 600 times

Thank you for that tag being one of the first things I see back on here. Beautiful and true.

Welcome back, my dear Flood. Happy to provide the same level of shenanigans tomfoolery mischief and fuckery that you’ve come to expect from this site 😂😂😂

Also if Trent Reznor didn’t want to have the reputation of being pathetically moaning for the strap, he should not be pathetically moaning for the strap. Idk what to tell him

Good for him tho

[winged-fool]

Vibe Check! *throws handfuls of candy over you like confetti*

Omg my sweet mysterious vibe checker, how I've missed you!! I hope you've been doing well and I greatly appreciate the handfuls of candy bestowed upon me 🥳🥳🥳

[kylohylo]

coming into your ask box like

Omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

💗💙💖💜💕💚🖤⭐🍕🦄😘

I'm back! I'm back! Yay!💗

YOU’RE BACK!!! YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!! 🙌

(I tried to answer this once already and tumblr freaking deleted it. Boo.) @cosicas-cuquis I’m so glad the powers that be FINALLY took some action to fix their terrible mess. I’m so glad to hear you’ve got your blog back and I’m happy to see your beautiful soul lighting up my inbox once again!! ❤️🎉✨🤗

[choso-ish]

₊˚⊹♡ welcome home !!

summary: the mission's over, he's safe. but something in caleb still burns, and you're the only way he knows how to cool it down. tags: NSFW, established relationship, rough sex, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight dom!caleb

Caleb is the type to fuck you right when he gets home from a long mission. 

The door hardly shuts by the time he gets his hands on you. No “hi” before you're crushed into him, one arm tight around your waist, the other fisting into your shirt, kissing you like he's dying for it. He's hard in seconds, grinding his dick against your hip like it hurts. 

“Missed you,” he mutters, dragging his mouth down your neck.

“Missed this.” 

And fuck, how he loves it when you pull him closer by that damn dog tag. 

He groans—low, guttural—and pants against your skin like a man undone. “Thought about you every night,” he growls, a hand slipping under your waistband, fingers greedy. “In bed, in the shower—couldn’t even hear your name without getting hard. Couldn’t think straight.” 

His fingers find you soaked, his touch practiced but shaking with restraint. When he hits your clit—pressing, circling, teasing—you cry out, hips stuttering against him.

“You should’ve heard me,” he rasps, teeth grazing your ear. “Trying to jerk off quietly. Thinking about you bent over for me, moaning my name, dripping for it.”

You can barely breathe, barely stand, your legs threatening to give out beneath the force of his hand and the heat blooming low in your belly.

He catches you like always: one hand steady at your back, the other working tighter circles against your swollen bud until you’re whining into his shoulder, hips chasing his palm like you’ve got no shame.

“Just like that,” he pants. “Fuck—that's my girl. That’s what I missed. The way you melt for me. The way you need it.”

He drags his jacket off in one fluid movement, the heavy fabric falling to the floor without a second thought. His hands are on your thighs next—lifting, wrapping your legs around his waist like it’s nothing. Your back slams into the wall, and he grinds into you again, dick thick and pulsing through his pants.

“I’m not waiting,” he snarls, fumbling your pants down with one hand, the other still bracing you like it’s effortless. “Don’t need the bed. Don’t need to be gentle. I need you now.”

You manage to nod, and that’s all he needs.

He frees himself in seconds, belt already undone, zipper halfway down. His cock is flushed, hard, twitching in his hand as he strokes himself once, twice, just to hold off the edge.

“Gonna fuck you full,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Not pulling out. Not after the week I’ve had.” 

He presses the tip against your entrance, dragging it through your slick folds with a shaky groan. He doesn’t push in yet, just nudges, teases, until your thighs are trembling around his waist, breath catching with every pulse. 

“So wet,” he grits. “You missed me too, huh? Say it.” 

“I missed you,” you gasp, nails clawing at his back. 

He smiles, breath ghosting your cheek. “That’s more like it.”

And then—he thrusts in. 

One slow, brutal push that stretches you open, drags the air from your lungs, and knocks all thoughts clean out of your head. 

“Fuck,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, hands flush against your ass. “There you are. So fucking tight. Made for me. “ 

He doesn’t move right away. He just holds you there: impaled, stuffed full, belly bulging with the imprint of his cock. 

Your walls flutter helplessly around him, and Caleb’s grin turns feral.

“I could stay like this,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. “Right here. Balls deep. Never leaving again.” 

But he does move.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you empty for just a heartbeat, then slams back in with a harsh grunt. 

The rhythm builds fast—brutal, hungry, like he’s cramming every day apart into the space between thrusts. Each pump hits your cervix, dragging cries from your throat, his name tangled in each and every one. 

You’re close already. It’s building fast—too fast. How fucking much did you miss him for you to want to cum this quick? 

“Feeling close, sweetheart?” he pants, voice rough. “Come on. Want to feel you fall apart.” 

You arch your back, hands trembling. 

“Fuck—there it is,” he growls, slamming into you again.

You break.

The orgasm rips through you hard—legs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders, walls fluttering around him. You sob his name as you cum, clenching so tight around his cock it drags a noise from his chest that sounds like he’s choking on it.

“Fuck, Caleb!”

You can feel him unravelling, too. 

His hips jerk, pace faltering, grip bruising and tight on your hips like he’s trying to hold the whole world together with just your body. 

“Shit—fuck—you feel too good,” he gasps, burying his face in your neck. “I’m not gonna last either, pips.” 

You can barely answer, your knees wobbling, core aching, and his dick dragging so deep you swear he’s reaching your soul. Your grip tightens around his shoulders, grounding yourself in the one thing that feels real—him. 

“Fuck—fuck—take it,” he growls. 

He slams into you one last time, staying there, buried completely to the hilt. And then it hits—a twitch, a shiver down his spine, his cock pulsing as he cums with a whine ripped straight from his chest.

He holds you through it, thrusts slow and heavy, dragging every last spurt as he fills you. You feel it leak around where you both are connected, dripping down your thighs, soaking both of you. 

And still, he doesn’t pull out.  

He stays there, arms wrapped around you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. 

“I fucking hate leaving you,” he murmurs, finally, forehead resting against yours. He looks completely spent. 

You lean into him. 

Then, quieter, more certain, more him—

“Next time I come home?”

He kisses your neck. “I’m fucking you before the door even closes.”

[allylikethecat]

horses on my tv and i am thinking of u 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

YASSSS I love that when y'all see horses y'all are like ALLY. I have been watching the Olympic equestrian like so obsessively. I don't compete in eventing, eventing absolutely terrifies me but Boyd Martin is one of my absolute favorite riders and I have been so emotional about his and Bruno's journey to Paris (if you don't follow eventing google it - it will bring a tear to your eye). Thank you SO MUCH for sending me this lovely ask and always being so wonderful and supportive. I am so sorry again for being so bad at answering asks recently. I hope you are having the BEST day! Thank you again!

❤️Ally

[cloudwisp]

✮ sylus x wife!reader

contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result.

part two here. ꒱

⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.

⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.

[spxcemuses]

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