#WOOF I really rambled here!!

[charliemwrites]

Sniff, sniff…. Woof.

Content: Voyeurism

“Johnny? Johnny, baby, come here!”

Your big wolf boy comes bounding in from the living room as you shut the front door, immediately rearing up to sniff at your neck and face and hands. Satisfied, he licks your cheek and drops down again.

“Alright, listen up, handsome.” You grab his cheeks, scritching along his jaw and grinning as his big blue eyes go dopey. “My sister and her husband are going to stay the night. You are going to be a polite boy because you love me and don’t want to give my sister anything to talk shit about. Yes?”

A sneeze that he (for once) aims away from you. You laugh, drop a kiss between his eyes.

“Good talk.”

As usual, he follows you through the house as you shed clothes and shoes and bags. You ramble about the grocery store and your day, mostly just to get it out so your headspace can be clear for the evening. Helps to have a little (relatively) listener following at your heels.

He camps out in the bathroom while you shower, licking the glass door until you scold him - per usual. And again when he tries to lick the clean water off your leg. Only starts getting restless and grumpy when he sees you change into “outside” clothes rather than pjs.

You groan as he tries to herd you away from your own closet. Must be mixed with a shepherding dog because he’s a damn pushy jerk.

“Enough, bud,” you sigh. “Look, I don’t wanna go much either. But it’ll be worse if I don’t.”

He mouths off at you, a new thing he’s started up that reminds you of a husky. Maybe you should get one of those doggy DNA tests.

“I know I know,” you coo, shimmying into a pair of pants that your sister won’t be able to tease makes your ass look flat. “I’d rather snuggle up and watch 90s vampire movies too. But I already said I’d go and this means I’ll be able to skip seeing her on her birthday.”

More grumbles, but at least he climbs up on the bed to pout. You finish dressing and head for the vanity - no way you can go out with your sister without makeup.

As you pass, you roll him over to scratch his belly - politely ignoring his reaction. God, you really need to get him in for a neutering. If you catch him humping one more pillow—

When it’s time to go, you drop down to give him one last hug.

“Be good, baby. I’ll be home soon with some new friends. I love you.”

—

After dinner, your sister’s husband suggests a bar. And, of course, it’s a sports bar. Man can’t go more than an hour or two without.

You and your sister chat while his eyes stayed glued to the screens. Well, she chats. You mostly just provide the audience she constantly craves, the validation she always needs.

At some point your excuse yourself to order another drink, weaving between the patrons and sighing at a chance to let your face rest for a moment. While you’re waiting, someone brushes up close behind you, startles you.

“Och, sorry, hen. Madhouse in here.”

You blink, tilt your head back to see a gorgeous pair of blue eyes shining down at you. Takes your breath away.

“Oh! Um, no problem, I get it.”

You try to scoot as much as you can - but it really is packed, especially at the bar - and the man takes the opportunity to occupy any free space you have.

Not that you’re complaining. He’s got the type of face they put on magazines with hooks like “sexiest man alive.” A killer grin as he winks down at you, arm bracing on the bar.

“Buy ya a drink for bein’ so rude?”

You’ve barely gotten the start of, “oh it’s alright,” out before he’s signaling the bartender. His stature and presence gets him instant service though, so you let it go, fidgeting restlessly.

Even his voice sounds like a sin worth committing. He’s too attractive. Too handsome to not know it; and definitely too handsome to be chatting you up and ordering you a drink.

“You here with anyone?” he asks with an edge that makes your spine prickle. Yet you almost feel like you imagine it. His tone is normal, his expression hasn’t changed and yet. Something subsonic in the timbre of his voice, maybe.

“My sister and her husband,” you reply.

“No husband of your own?”

You try to laugh, it comes out strained and awkward. “Ah, the only man in my life has four legs.”

Instead of looking annoyed by the brush off, his eyes spark.

“Dog?”

“Yup!” And okay, alarms in your head aside, you’re always happy to talk about Johnny. He’s a safe topic. You fish your phone out of your back pocket and show him your lock screen.

The man takes a quick look at the screen, an odd, private smile flicking across his face. There and then gone, before those intense eyes are locked on you again.

“He friendly?”

You laugh a bit, perk up as the bartender returns with your drink. “Not with men. Thanks for buying!”

as you turn to go, he grabs your hip. Not hard, or even too low. But you gasp quietly, the heat of his palm searing through your clothes.

“Name’s soap, by the way.”

Infinitely more nervous now, you stutter out your own and then retreat to your sister and her husband.

Spend the rest of the night pretending not to watch Soap. He doesn’t return the courtesy, eyes trained on you, lurking around the bar. So visible it seems to only you. Something about the way the light catches his eyes reminds you of when Johnny senses a threat. When he gets low and growly, hair standing on end, eyes focused.

Soap looks like he’s hunting you.

Thankfully, your sister complains about the noise after an hour or so and the three of you leave. You’re relieved to be going home.

As you step inside, you call for Johnny again.

“Wait, who the hell is Johnny?” your sister’s husband asks, an odd look on his face. “You’re living with someone?”

You snort a bit. Does he seriously not remember you talking about your dog?

“Yeah,” you joke, “he’s the love of my life, my one and only—”

You hear the clack of the doggy door and call out again. Johnny trots in panting.

“Did you just come in from a run?” you chuckle, putting a hand out in greeting.

He comes right up to you, presses his nose to the spot where “Soap” grabbed you and snuffles.

“I know, I smell wrong,” you soothe.

He grumbles and licks at your shirt, but you gently nudge him away, turning as your sister scoffs.

“You still do that thing where you talk to them like people?” She asks. “Don’t you think that’s… childish?”

“Johnny’s basically a person in a human body,” you reply, laughing. “You’ll see.”

“Dogs shouldn’t have human names,” her husband pipes up, reaching for Johnny.

“No, wait—”

Johnny snaps just shy of his fingers and puts himself bodily between you two.

“Easy!” you yelp, hooking your hand in his collar. “Sorry, I meant to warn you - Johnny’s shy with men.”

“He almost took my bloody hand off!”

“He’s just protective. Johnny, heel.”

He stops snarling, but plants himself at your feet right there, eyes sharply trained on your brother in law. Your sister snorts.

“How are you supposed to get men back here, then?”

You jump as Johnny barks, a full deep one that your rarely ever hear. Your sister startles too, then scowls.

“I don’t,” you answer, shaking your head. “Anyway, let me just get the sheets for the spare room and we can call it a night.”

Johnny stays close at your heels the entire time, though you swear he throws a nasty glance back at your sister’s husband.

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Want You Like That | OT6

OT6 | Ramble, MTL (but all in one post this time LOL) Summary: Thoughts on giving/receiving edging from ot6 :) WC: 2.4k Genre: Smut Warnings: Edging (obvs), dirty talk, slight impact play, Subby Junhan, cum play briefly mentioned, all of these are implied unprotected sex scenarios (wrap it before you tap it, pls be safe!), coming inside, let me know if I missed anything pls!! A/N: I’m like… half combining this and an old ask that I never finished about subby Junhan, so anon who asked that... it is here and i am SO sorry it took me 90 years to do it, I kept going insane thinking about it LOL,,, I am a subby Junhan truther, I am sorry (I'm not sorry). Also! Everyone say thank you to my girlfriend for sending me this ask bc… WOOF!

GIVING

MOST

Ode Jooyeon Gunil Gaon Jungsu Junhan

LEAST

Am I projecting? Maybe! But hear me out on this! I think Jooyeon and Seungmin would be the most into giving. It’s been like two months since I first saw this clip of him gripping the fuck out of that keyboard and I have not stopped thinking about it, like, there’s no way Seungmin isn’t the biggest tease in the entire world. 

Because Seungmin wouldn’t just edge you one way or another. It would be Every. Single. Possible. Way. He’d tease you by rubbing your clit over your panties, whispering filthy things to you about how precious it was that you were about to come even though he hadn’t even really touched you yet, how he can feel how wet you are just for him… he’d edge you when he’d finally pull your panties off and eat you out, purposely slowing down his tongue whenever you bucked your hips or squirmed under him, bringing you bright back to the edge again by humming around your clit so the vibrations ran through you… AND let’s talk about fingering. He’d absolutely just use one finger at first just to hear you beg for more, just to hear you whine about how you want to be full, and he’d oblige, obviously, but he’d move so fucking slow that you could cry. And of course he’d fake pity you, telling you that he’s just making sure you could take his cock (even though he’d make you take it regardless). GOD!! AND THEN!!! The way he’d bring you right to the edge, making you think he’d let you come around his fingers before he’d switch up and fuck into you… saying something like “Fuck, all that time I spent stretching you open with my fingers and you’re still so fucking tight around my cock…”… the way he’d pull out almost completely when you were about to come, every movement of his bringing you closer and closer before he’d stop, loving how you were completely at his mercy… how he’d praise you right after and tell you that you’re so beautiful when you come, he should let you finish more often… 

Jooyeon, on the other hand, I think is much more of a brat than Seungmin is. He wouldn’t edge you for a long period of time, and he wouldn’t do it to make you squirm and whine to remind you that you belong to him, as much as he would just for his own pleasure. He would only edge you when he ate you out, and he’d do it just so he could stay laying between your legs, running his tongue up and down your slit until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to fuck you… but he could eat you out forever if you’d let him. He’d push your thighs apart every time you’d try to squeeze them together to get any kind of friction on your clit so you could come, and he’d keep you right on the edge by pressing kisses into your skin, your wetness coating his chin and lips, leaving your inner thighs wet. You would absolutely feel him smirk against you every time you whined or moaned or begged him to just let you come, and when you’d ask him to compromise and just let you come and he could keep eating you out, he’d say something like “I’m already eating you out doll, why would I stop just to let you come?” AND!! When he’d finally let you come after he couldn’t even breathe on you without you getting close, he wouldn’t stop… he would overstimulate you into oblivion, leaving you knowing nothing but the feel of his tongue on your pussy, the press of his fingertips in your thighs, his needy, loving noises and the ecstasy wracking through your body,

Gunil could go either way, but he leans more toward to being open to it more often. He wouldn’t edge you every time you fucked, and he wouldn't ever edge you more than once or twice. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take his time, going excruciatingly slowly, building your orgasm up over time. In a way, it was teasing for him too, having to hold back from slamming into you like he was used to, but as much pleasure as he got from doing that, he got more out of cooing at you when you writhed and grabbed out for him. While he’d start with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at his usual pace, he’d use his free hand to yank at your hair, saying “Don’t you dare. You’re going to come on my cock or you’re not going to come at all.” And then, he’d run his hands up and down your body so slowly while he fucked into you at the slowest possible speed, making sure you felt every single inch of him, saying things like “There you go, that’s my good girl. Fuck, take my cock just like that.” and when you’d beg him to come, he’d click his tongue at you and grab your chin, making you look at him so he knew you were listening when he’d say “I know you want to come, baby. I know. I want you to come too, but you’re so pretty when you take my cock like this… so fucking beautiful…. just a little more, baby. You can take it.” And, of course, you would, because you would do anything he asked of you, even if it meant trying to take slow, deep breaths as he fucked you slowly until he’d finally let you come.

Gaon is very middle ground. He’d do it if the time felt right and he, too, was feeling like a little brat, but his edging would be unconventional. He’s the type to pull you over his lap and spank you, “accidentally” letting his fingers slide between your legs to get them wet. When you’d arch your back a little every time he’d do that, he’d make a note of it, mentally, before eventually being bold and sliding his fingers into you. But of course, your moans and whines of “I’m gonna come” would be met with “Oh, but I’m not done spanking you, princess.” before he’d pull his fingers out of you and slap your ass again, the wetness on his palm only adding to the sting.

Jungsu, too, is different. He isn’t into edging so that he could have power over you or anything like that. He’s more into accidental edging, if that makes sense. What I mean is that he’s such a cock warming guy. He’d want to be inside you every time you were cuddled up somewhere watching a show or a movie, feeling how you’d get wet over time for him whenever he’d tease you by moving or thrusting into you to remind you that the two of you were one in that moment. But a movie is a long time… and if it was a movie with particularly raunchy scenes? He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking into you as a natural reaction. But when he’d feel you clench around him, he’d slow down, saying things like “Shh, relax, angel. Relax. We’ve got 15 minutes left, you can do it.”

And Junhan… well. I have little to say on this because I will have a lot to say about him in a moment. He isn’t into edging you. He’s into being edged.

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RECEIVING 

MOST

Junhan Ode Jungsu Gaon Jooyeon Gunil

LEAST

Let’s Talk About Submissive Junhan. If there are no submissive Junhan lovers in the world, I am gone. Because he’d make the prettiest sounds whenever you edged him. Not even necessarily in a 24/7 domme/sub dynamic way, let’s focus solely on the sex. He’s such a whiny boy. A desperate, needy angel. Because when you’d hold his cock in one hand and teasingly bring a vibrator to and from his tip, he’d buck his hips up and whine and gasp, begging for more but not even being able to find the words to do so. His fists would ball up in the sheets next to him and he’d throw his head back… God, he’d look so pretty laying there with wide eyes and his hair all splayed out, panting, his pre-cum leaking out of him, his face red. The way his chest would heave with deep shaky breaths… And when you’d coo at him like he was nothing but a desperate little thing, he’d twitch in your hands, on the brink of coming just from that alone. You wouldn’t even have to degrade him in a hardcore way, either. Just saying things like “oh, look at you, poor needy thing” and “such a good boy for me,” would make him shake. Laughing at him a little, sadistically, despite your tone being sweet… putting the vibrator on the head of his cock while your other hand moved up and down just slightly, feeling him twitch in your hand, so close to coming. “Awh, are you gonna come? Already?” You’d ask, keeping the vibrator on him. And when he’d answer with frantic nods and a choked out “yes” you’d pull the vibrator away and the room would fill with his desperate whines… following it up with “You’ll come when I say you can.” And because he’s a good boy, obviously he’d nod and accept it, despite being so frustrated and pent up and needy. And of course, when you did let him come, he’d whine even louder, constantly thanking you, his hips bucking and his cum getting all over him, painting him as such a pretty mess…

Now, Seungmin… is not that kind of submissive in my eyes. He’s not a total dom, but he likes to switch things up, letting you take the lead sometimes. He wouldn’t get off on the idea of spending a long time with a toy on him, he wants to feel you around him, even if that means teasing him like that. He’s into edging in the sense that he uses it as a way to get himself closer and closer to the edge in terms of having to take over and pin you down and fuck you in return for your teasing. He’d love watching you bounce on his cock, muttering “Fuck, I’m so close, fuck,” while his fingers dug into your hips, which would give him easy access to slap your ass when you’d stop and get off, innocently saying you’re just switching positions when you both knew that you were just doing it to be a brat and edge him. The way he’d get more and more frustrated and pent up every time you’d come on his cock but you wouldn’t let him come yet would drive him wild, until you were literally pinned down on the bed or against the wall while he fucked his cum into you.

Let’s go back to cock warming Jungsu because mentally, I’m still there. If roles were reversed and you were the one who was moving on purpose, clenching around him and teasing him, he’d love it. Again, not because he wants you to take control (though he wouldn’t be against letting you be in charge every once in a great while) but because he loves knowing that you want him so badly that you’d be willing to tease him like that. When you’d “innocently” shift so he was deeper inside you, he’d let out a small groan, asking you “God, princess, what are you doing?” while his head fell into your neck, and his breathing would be so ragged and shallow. Obviously, you’d pretend like you had no idea what he was talking about, giggling softly as you’d “accidentally” grind against him, which would bring him closer and closer. He’d grab your waist to try to stop you, his voice almost pained as he’d say “Stop it or I’ll come.” And hey, you’re a good girl, so you’d listen! You’d stop moving entirely, leaving him right there on that edge. Maybe he should be careful what he wishes for.

Gaon is also a brat. He just is. But again, I think he’s very give or take, middle of the road. When I think about edging Gaon, it’s always something public. A quickie or teasing him in the car, not even touching him. He’s the kind of person who could come just from your words, and suggestive, little touches. If you whispered to him about how wet you were, or how bad you wanted him inside you, he’d get hard on the spot. It would only get worse for him when you’d rub his arm, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and stroking it slowly, mirroring the same way you loved to stroke his cock. He’d be so close to coming, telling you “Fuck, please just touch me… I need you.” But you, ever the responsible one, wouldn’t. You’d just take your hands away from him completely and tell him that he’d have to wait until he was home if he wanted to come with you, but rest assured, you were just as needy as he was.

And if I say that Jooyeon would be into thigh fucking, then what? The way he’d slide his cock between the soft skin of your inner thighs, your wetness only helping him go faster, would make him so needy, even a bit whiney. Be it on the couch, in bed, in a bath together or hell, even bent over a table or counter, he’d happily take you up on the offer to fuck your thighs. It would start as foreplay, almost every time, but when you’d take a step away from him, teasing him and leaving him panting and needy, his brows would furrow. And you better believe that after you doing that enough times, he’d have enough, pushing you over the nearest flat surface and fucking into you, hard and fast.

Gunil… simply wouldn’t be into it. Sure, you could edge him once or twice every now and then, but it would be foreplay, and much like Jooyeon, he’d have to remind you of your place, remind you that he’s in charge and he’s the one who decides when either of you get to come, not you. And he’d make you say it too. Grabbing your hair and yanking it, whispering in your ear, “You thought you were so cute, trying to pull that little stunt, weren’t you?” Before he’d spank you, hard enough to leave a mark before fucking into you… and dare I say? Coming inside you so you were reminded that you were his, in every possible way. (Gunil having a breeding kink? Who's to say...)

[atinylittlepain]

Marcus Pike x f!reader

(there is no masterlist for this man, good luck to this man)

He's looking for something other than vanilla, and she is more than happy to provide such a service to him.

warnings | 18+ this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

a/n | this was written LAST MAY woof - i think originally it was supposed to be for the first round of the PMAMC (also woof) but she's here now :') special thanks to @wannab-urs for resurrecting this fucker. there is a part two... just sayin

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The first thing she notices about him is that he’s nervous. He keeps loosening and tightening his tie, eyes glancing around in quick, anxious sweeps. He’s definitely never been here before, she would’ve remembered a face that handsome, strong jaw under a little scruff and big brown eyes that set a smile tugging at her lips when he finally meets her gaze. 

“Hey there, handsome, welcome in. First time?” His eyes drop down to the floor, a clipped laugh coming out as she steps closer to him.

“Am I that obvious?” He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes crinkled in a shy smile that sets warmth spreading in her chest, bringing a delicate palm to his shoulder.

“Just never seen you around before, that’s all. What brings you to Pandora’s tonight?”

“Well, I, uh– I wanted to– um–” He cuts his own rambling off, jaw slack as he watches a man in head to toe latex walk by, being led on a leash by one of her coworkers. 

“Hey, don’t worry about them. I wanna know what you want. Would you feel more comfortable talking some more in one of our private rooms?” Eyelashes fluttering, spine arched, she knows exactly how to reel them in, noting the dip and bob of his throat as he nods.

“I– yeah, um, yes please.” Manners, she likes that. She slips her hand down his arm, taking his hand before turning heel and tugging him down the dark hallway, taking them into one of the vacant playrooms. It’s one of the tamer rooms, a four poster bed in the middle, red silk sheets, and a dark chest of drawers off to the side full of all sorts of fun. She guides him to sit down on the end of the bed beside her, his hands immediately going to his thighs in a nervous squeeze. His eyes are still darting everywhere, but mostly to the tops of her breasts, pressed up in the strappy leather corset she has on, though he doesn’t let his gaze linger there long before jerking his eyes back up to her face. 

“You don’t have to be nervous, baby. I just want to hear a little about why you came in, and how you’d like to be taken care of tonight, alright?” He nods, clearing his throat a few times before replying.

“I just– you gotta know that I’ve never done anything like this before, really. But, I don’t know, I guess I wanted to try something different? My, well my ex-wife, I think she thought I was too, um, vanilla. So I guess I want to– not be– um, vanilla anymore. And, Jesus Christ, you probably think I’m crazy, huh?” Somehow, he manages to still be handsome and look like a kicked puppy at the same time, and she has to resist the urge to push his flop of hair back and press a kiss to the crease between his brows.

“Not crazy at all. So when you say not vanilla, what does that mean to you?” When he gives her no answer, eyes only widening as he seems to wrack his brain for what to say, she laughs lightly, bringing a palm to his thigh and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Why don’t we start with the basics? Do you see yourself being more of a dom or a sub?” 

“I– what does that mean, dom and sub?” Oh boy, more basic than the basics then.

“Dom is shorthand for dominant, that’s the person in control in the relationship, and they’re usually the one inflicting any pain, if you’re into that. And sub means submissive, that’s the person who follows the dom’s commands, who gets taken care of.” 

“Oh, right, that makes sense. I mean, I don’t think I’d be very good at being in control like that, so I guess, more submissive?” I’ll say. She offers him a nod and smile, still trying to coax some of his anxiety out of him.

“Sounds good, handsome. If it’s alright with you, I can be your partner for the night. Let’s get some paperwork for you and then we can get started, ok?” He only nods, something she’s going to have to work on with him.

“For this to work, I’m gonna need you to always use your words with me, alright? That way I know exactly what you do and don’t like.” She says it to him over her shoulder as she rifles through the chest of drawers, getting out a waiver and a pen for him. 

“Uh, yes, ok, I can– I can do that.” She sits back down beside him with a hum, passing him the paperwork, watching his brow furrow as he reads over it.

“That’s a list of kinks we do and don’t participate in. Are there any that you’re particularly interested in exploring tonight?” Another clear of his throat, keeping his eyes glued to the paper when he responds.

“Do men– do men really like that? I mean, I’ve heard of it, but, does it feel good?” She looks over his shoulder to where his finger is pointing, her lips crooking into a smile when she sees what’s caught his attention.

“Mmhmm, it can be very pleasurable, with an experienced partner, of course.”

“And you– are you, um, experienced?” Her smile broadens into a grin at his question, resting her hand on his shoulder.

“Oh baby, I’m very experienced. Is that something you’d like to try out tonight?” He seems to consider it, his eyes darting from her lips back up to her gaze a few times before he finally nods.

“Fuck it, yeah, I wanna do that. But is it ok if that’s the only thing we do on this list? I don’t think I’m really into the whole– chains and whips thing.” She laughs at that, giving his shoulder a squeeze as she nods.

“Whatever you want. Just need you to sign that waiver which basically affirms that we’re all clean here at Pandora’s, and you are too. You’re familiar with our pricing, right? It’s three hundred for an hour, and five for two.” 

“Is it ok if I do two?”

“You’re the customer, honey. What you say goes.” With a decisive nod, he ticks the box next to two hours on the form, signing his name on the dotted line before handing her back the pen and paper.

“Nice to officially meet you, Marcus. You can call me Daisy, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” As she sets the paperwork down on the chest of drawers, he lets out a light laugh, drawing her attention over her shoulder.

“That’s not your real name, is it?” Stepping out of her heels, she pads back over to him, standing right between his legs, setting down the items she grabbed before guiding his hands onto her hips.

“It’s not, is there something else you’d like to call me for the night?” He takes a sharp inhale as she drags his hands from her hips, up and up until his palms are cupping her breasts through her corset.

“I, um– Daisy’s good, yeah.” Letting her hands fall away from his, his eyes search hers, obvious in looking for permission that she’s happy to give.

“You can touch me, Marcus, whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” 

“Can I take this off of you?” His fingers are toying with the laced-up front of her corset, which she lightly bats away.

“It’s a little tricky, let me.” She makes deft work of unlacing the garment, a known path for her fingers that usually bores her, though there’s a little kick of something else, him watching her and the fine flicker of her hands. Marcus lets out a laugh at the grin she offers him, fizzling in his throat when she lets the corset fall away to reveal herself to him, standing before him in only her barely-there shorts. The heat of his hands just hovers over the swell of her breasts, and she can’t help the sigh that thrums in her throat when he finally lets his palms press against her skin. It’s not often that a client affects her like this, and she has to clear her throat to refocus on the real task at hand.

“Why don’t we get you out of your clothes? Sit back for me.” She’s undone dozens of ties, worked her fingers through miles of shirt buttons, and doesn’t even have to look to get trousers unfastened now, but she can’t shake the prickle running up her spine at the way his eyes follow every movement, and she can’t hide the shudder that runs through her when he tentatively tucks her hair behind her ear as she works his pants down his hips. 

“Have you been doing this for long?” She shoots him a look from her spot between his legs, his pants discarded to leave him in just his briefs.

“Are you really trying to make small talk?” Oh, he’s blushing now. She likes that, crawling closer and dipping her head down to press a kiss to the center of his chest before dragging her lips up and up, catching at the bob in his throat before letting her mouth just hover over his, feeling the shaky pants of his breath.

“There’s no need for that, Marcus. I’m gonna take care of you now, and I need you to tell me what you like, and what you don’t, do you understand?” His voice comes out a little hoarse, and she can feel the thrum of it where her chest is brushing against his.

“Yes, I understand.” A grin is all she gives him, ducking down before his lips can meet hers as she lets her mouth drag a trail down his torso until she’s nipping at the waistband of his briefs. 

“Can I take these off?” When all he does is nod, she gives his hip a light pinch, something between a laugh and a grunt jumping from his chest at the sensation.

“Yeah, you can take them off, I– sorry.” She smoothes her palm over the spot she pinched, smiling up at him.

“That’s ok, baby. Just remember your words for me.” He can’t be real, that’s all she can figure when she gets him totally bare before her, his cock a perfect pink that matches the flush on his chest, thick enough to set her jaw aching in anticipation, and long, pre-come smearing in the tuft of hair over his pelvis. She can’t help but wonder why the fuck anyone would ever want to leave him when he’s this pretty to look at. 

“Can I touch you? Get you warmed up for me?” He’s propped up on his elbows to watch her kneeling between his legs, lips swollen from how much he’s been biting them, slightly parted in something like wonder.

“Yeah, yes, please.” 

“Hmm, I like a boy with some manners. Just relax, Marcus, and remember, I’m here to take care of you.” With that, she presses a kiss just below his belly button, smiling against the twitch of his muscles before dipping down and letting her lips ghost over the underside of his cock. It’s involuntary, the hum she lets out when she takes him fully into the heat of her mouth, relaxing her throat like she’s learned to do, a necessary move in order to take all of him. And he’s perfect beneath her, thighs flexing under her splayed palms, low moans rumbling in his chest as she alternates between swallowing him down and lapping at his leaking tip. She knows she’s done her job, that she’s loosened him up, when those moans start to get a little louder, a little more drawn out, and he slumps down off his elbows to run a hand through his hair, eyes scrunched shut. A kiss over one hip, then the other, keeping her palm steady on his heaving belly while she reaches for the lube, his eyes squinting open to see why she stopped. 

“You ever used lube before?” 

“No, never needed to, I guess.” 

“Well it’s gonna be your best friend tonight. I’m gonna warm a little up in my palms and then I’ll let you get used to the feel of it, ok?” He hums out an mmhmm, watching her hands rub in quick circles, his eyes following the subtle shake of her breasts with the movement. And when she gets her hands on him again, slicking her palm up his cock, a hiss slips through his lips.

“Sorry, is it still cold?” 

“No, fuck– just feels really good.” She grins at that, letting her wrist flick, hand in an easy glide as she slips her palm down to cup the weight of his balls, his groan cracking and shooting up an octave, hips jolting at the sensation. 

“Has no one touched you like this before, baby?” 

“I– Jesus, no– no one’s done that before.” 

“Well that’s just not right. Feels good, huh?” A little squeeze to punctuate her question sets another moan loose in his chest as he presses his head back into the sheets.

“Y-yes, feels really good.” She nudges his thighs open a bit more, letting her hand slip down lower, not pressing, but circling, gauging how he reacts as she keeps her other hand easily stroking his cock. 

“Remember, need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. We can stop at any time. Do you like what I’m doing right now?” His eyes are still shut tight, one hand fisted in his hair, the other tangled in the sheets, pleasure pulling his whole body taut.

“Yeah, I like it. It’s, hah– it’s different, good, different good.” His words go a bit slurred when she presses her finger forward, opening him up as he lets out another breathy moan. 

He takes it well, whimpers and moans crackling in his throat as she starts a steady thrust, only pausing to work a little more lube over her hand. 

“Doing so good for me, Marcus. You wanna try taking a little more?” He sits up on his elbows, surprising her a bit with his firm reply.

“I want more, want you to use that on me, please.” He tilts his head over to the strap laying on the end of the bed, once again catching her off guard.

“You sure you’re ready for that?” He tilts his head at her, a crooked smile on his face.

“Didn’t you say something about the customer always being right?” She lets out a real laugh at that, shaking her head at him as he just grins, clearly pleased with himself. 

“I guess so. Alright, handsome, why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me? We’ll take it nice and slow.” He seems a bit taken aback by that request, his smile going a little slack as she gets off the bed to step into her harness, though he catches himself, clearing his throat and shifting around on the bed into the position she asked for.

She can’t help herself, getting back on the bed and kneeling behind him, laying a quick pat to his very cute ass that has him craning his neck over his shoulder to look at her.

“Sorry, just looks so good I had to give it a little tap. You ready for me?” He hums his assent as she slicks her fake cock in lube, bringing one palm over his low back in a reassuring circle as she scoots in closer. 

“Just relax, Marcus, this is about you feeling good. That’s it, open up for me.” She works her strap in slow, curling over him to press her lips in a murmuring of praise into his shoulder blades as he whimpers beneath her, his hands fisted tight in the sheets. 

“How’re you feeling, baby? Is it too much? We can go back to what we–”

“No, no. I just– just need a minute, fuck– didn’t think it’d feel this good.” She’s not being professional about this, she knows it too, but she doesn’t care. A professional would be checking the clock, making sure that he gets his before his time is up. A professional wouldn’t be laying kisses over his shoulders, whispering to him that he’s doing so good, that he can take it, that he’s so pretty like this. But nothing about the way she wants him right now feels professional, the way she wants to take care of him, to make him feel good, to keep him feeling good for as long as she can.

“Just say the word. I move when you want me to.” 

Slow and smooth, nothing but patience and permission in how she fucks him, her hips slotting with his again and again and again, simmering down into a close press, her chest draped over his back and her hand working his cock in time with her thrusts when he finally unravels beneath her. He slumps down onto his forearms, a slur of curses punching out of his lungs as she runs her palms up and down his shuddering back. But what he does next is so unexpected she finds herself at the mercy of his movements. The moment she pulls her hips away from his, he turns over underneath her, still catching his breath as his hands find her hips, insistent and harsh in the way he pulls her down onto the bed. He’s certainly a sight, cheeks flushed and hair perfectly mussed up in every direction, his eyes blown dark and wide as he hovers over her.

“Can I take care of you now? Is that allowed?” A professional would say no, that his time is up, get him a towel and a glass of water and process his credit card.

She doesn’t say no.

He fumbles a bit with the straps of the harness, letting out an impatient groan that makes her giggle, quick to bat his hands away and make easy work of shimmying the whole thing down her legs. And the smile he gives her as she does is downright sheepish.

“That’s, uh, a bit tricky.” She brushes his hair back out of his face, thumb settling against the dimple in his cheek, a move that’s entirely too sweet and she knows it.

“Just a little. I’m all yours now though.” He doesn’t waste any time, ducking his head down to press a sweet kiss over the top of her breast that turns salacious when he slides his tongue down over the tight peak of her nipple, her back arching up into the heat of his mouth as he lets his teeth graze over the sensitive skin. His hands are splayed around her hips, greedy and insistent in the way his fingers curl and press into her ass, lifting her hips up to slide her tiny shorts off her legs before he settles back between her thighs, his nose brushing against her twitching stomach, dark eyes flickered up to meet hers.

“Is this ok? Can I taste you? Make you feel good like that?” He steals a move from her book when all she does is nod, his hand that’s still curled around her hip laying a gentle pinch to the swell, his grin going boyish as she huffs out a laugh.

“Can I have your words, Daisy, please?” She tilts her head at his shy question, enjoying the flushed flare creeping up his cheeks.

“Hmm, you’re a fast learner, huh? Yeah, baby, I want your mouth, Want you to make me feel good.” 

It’s not that she had been expecting him to be bad at it. But she also hadn’t been expecting him to be so fucking good either. Head thrown back, thighs trembling around his scruff, moaning his name good. He’s not precious about it, licking a flat stripe through her cunt before letting his tongue catch on her clit in a harsh press, dipping back down to lap up the slick pooling at her entrance, a continuous circuit of pleasure that has every muscle in her body tensing up. He groans low in his chest when she rakes her fingers through his hair, tugging just a bit unkindly when his teeth graze her clit. One large palm snakes up to grasp at the swell of one of her breasts, his other hand pressed across her pelvis to keep her spasming hips still as he fucks her with his tongue, the strong hook of his nose dragging across her clit with each pass. And it hits her all at once, that snare of pleasure snapping hot and hard as she comes with a stilted moan of his name, her heel pressing between his shoulder blades, keeping him exactly where he is, and he continues to work her over as she comes undone on his mouth. 

She tugs at his hair again when it becomes too much, her hips jolting at the thrumming chuckle he lets out when he finally pulls away, resting his cheek against her hip while she tries to catch her breath. They lay like that for a hiccup of time, just staring at each other, a dazed smile on his glistening lips that she knows is mirrored in her own hazy grin. Eventually she lets out a long sigh, reaching out for him and thumbing away some of her arousal that’s smeared across his jaw. 

“Do you wanna, like, get a burger or something?”

“Is that– is that a part of my two hours?” “Oh baby, your two hours were up a while ago.”

…

He’s waiting for her right outside the club, and she mentally kicks herself for having worn sweats and a hoodie in for her shift earlier, though he doesn’t seem to mind, smiling big and broad when she steps outside to join him. 

“I know you said burgers, but there’s a diner around the corner that does the best pancakes in DC. Sound good to you?” She likes this version of him too, confident, certain, a bit old-fashioned with the way he holds his arm out for her to take like they didn’t just wreck each other a few moments ago, letting her hold onto him the whole walk over to the diner, opening the door for her, the whole chivalric production.

It’s so late at night, they’re virtually the only people in the place, tucking into a cracked vinyl booth and putting in their order, pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon, the works. And they share every last bite, having both clearly worked up an appetite after their evening together.

Though he’s vague about it, she can suss out for herself that he’s some sort of higher-up government type, she knows them well, and in turn, she answers his questions about her, that her work at Pandora’s is good enough to be supporting her through college, Marcus seeming to perk up when she tells him she’d like to be an art teacher one day. He’s older than her, at least enough to have already been married and divorced, but she can’t find it in herself to care about that, too busy enjoying their easy conversation, the subtle game of footsie they have going on under the table, and the way he smiles at her, all of his attention on her. It’s so strange, so different, so starkly contrasted to the way her nights usually go, not that she minds the simple rotation of disinterested clients, but she hasn’t had someone look at her, really look at her the way Marcus is, in quite a while. 

“I have to admit, I wasn’t really expecting my night to end like this.” Plates long cleared, each of them nursing a mug of coffee as the first sweeps of dawn start to light up the streets outside, she smiles at his admission.

“Good surprise or bad surprise?” He grins at her question, leaning in on his elbows like he has the wildest secret to tell her.

“Really good surprise. I mean, I just think you’re– amazing. Fuck, is that weird of me to say?” She mirrors him, leaning in on her elbows, a smile threatening to quirk her lips.

“Hmm, no, it’s cute. For the record, I think you’re kinda amazing too.” Their faces are so close, and she realizes all at once that she hasn’t even kissed him yet.

“Only kinda, huh? Guess I didn’t do my job then.” She can almost feel the curve of his smile as she laughs at his simpering response, the sound getting swallowed when he closes the space between them, pressing his lips to hers. And he’s good at this too, his palm coming to cup her jaw, thumb stroking along her cheek as he deepens the kiss, licking into her mouth and nearly melting her on the spot. Though it’s over too soon for her liking when they get interrupted by someone clearing their throat in front of their table, pulling away to see the rather annoyed looking waitress setting their check down and shuffling away with a sour side-eye. She opens her mouth to protest when Marcus reaches for his wallet, but he waves his hand, black American Express glinting in the diner’s fluorescent lights.

“Don’t worry about it, baby, I’ve got it. It’s the least I can do after going over my two hours.” She can tell he means it as a joke, a flippant remark, but her stomach still sinks at even the suggestion of this still being a business transaction. It’s a sore spot for her, and though she’s more than comfortable with the work she does, her exes hadn’t been, nor had they been kind about it for that matter.

Busy signing the check, Marcus doesn’t notice the way her face falls, and she’s already out of the booth and halfway out the door of the diner when he finally calls out for her, further rubbing salt in the wound when the name he uses is Daisy. 

“Woah, woah, hey, what happened in there?” The hand he hooks around her bicep is gentle but insistent, and she can’t help the tears threatening to spill over when he turns her around to look at him in the faint morning light.

“Look, if that’s all this is to you, just business, that’s fine, but I have enough respect for myself to not–” He cuts her off, bringing his broad palm to cup her cheek again, his eyes wide and unwavering.

“Hey, that’s not what this is– I mean, at least not anymore. We did meet under some, ah, particular circumstances. But this isn’t business to me now, if that’s ok with you?” He thumbs away her stray tears, and she nearly goes dizzy with the relief she feels hearing those words from him. 

“I’m sorry, baby, it was a stupid thing to say, wasn’t even thinking.” Baby, it’s the second time he’s called her that. She’s never anyone’s baby, they’re always hers, but she likes it now, coming from him, finding herself smiling into his touch.

“I don’t want you to call me Daisy.” His eyes soften, smile tempering as he nods.

“Ok, what should I call you?” She tells him her real name, and with it, the last shred of her professionalism dissolves, and she doesn’t care one bit. He says her name like he’s rolling a hard candy around in his mouth, slow sugar in each syllable before he presses a kiss between her brows, lips trailing down to catch hers in a sweet smack. 

“Can I see you again? And, definitively not as, um, as business?” It makes her laugh, how quickly he shifts between confidence and constraint. She likes both. 

“I would really really like that, Marcus. Am I giving you my number or are you giving me yours?” His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, like he’s surprised she actually wants that, though he’s quick to catch himself, clearing his throat and smiling.

“Uh, both? Both is good, right?” They swap phones, and she can’t help thinking to herself that of course this man has a Blackberry, stifling a giggle as she types in her number. 

“Can I walk you to your car? It’s back at the club, right?” 

“Oh, I don’t have a car, actually. Just take the bus to get around.” He doesn’t seem to like that, lips pressing into a thin line as he looks at her.

“How about I get you home this morning? Would that be ok?” Under any other circumstances, she wouldn’t dream of getting into the car of a man she just met, but seeing as she’s already broken a dozen of her cardinal rules with him, she doesn’t think twice about getting into his sleek BMW that’s still parked outside the club. He keeps a palm splayed just above her knee, thumb idly swiping back and forth, a soothing lull as she gives him directions toward her apartment complex. She hates to admit it to herself, but she’s a bit reluctant to get out when he does pull up to her building, leaning over the console for a kiss that he willingly gives her. 

“So I’ll call you?” She lays a kiss to the small patch in his scruff, smiling against his skin when he lets out a huff.

“I’ll answer. Thank you, Marcus, for a really nice night, and morning.”

When she gets inside her apartment, she slumps back against the door, blowing out a long exhale and shaking her head.

“Fuck.” Her boss is going to kill her, but she doesn’t really care. 

[ropes3amthoughts]

I love Kabru so much. He’s awesome. I want him. I want him to perform surgery on me; cut me open, poke around at my insides, and stitch me back up. I want to play with his hair, lightly twist the curls around my fingers. I want to hold him. I want to go out to dinner with him, my treat.

Sometimes he makes me feel so excited that I get nauseous. Sometimes when I look at him for too long my heart starts beating worryingly fast, like an alien from the movie alien is going to bust open my chest from the inside, and I need to get up and walk around my room to calm down. He makes me feel like I’m being electrocuted but in a good way. I would walk around in a maze and search for seeds for hours on end if he told me to. I doodle him almost every time I pick up a pen or pencil. When I see posts about him I often start stimming and giggling. I would kiss him in the parking lot of a gas station when it smells bad and the sun is in my face. I would follow him around like a little puppy. I could be his little puppy. I could roll over on my back and go “woof woof.”

I think about him constantly. I love him dearly. I love him. I want him to pet my head and smile at me. I want to cook him a really tasty meal. I want to impress him. I want to lay my head in his lap. I want to buy him pointless trinkets just because they made me think of him and it would be nice to give him something. I want to make art of him out of stained glass. I want to embrace him and rub circles on his back. I want to sniff him and try to guess what shampoo he uses. I want to hold his hand. I want to lick him. I want to hold his head in my hands like a watermelon. I want to sit on the beach with him. I want to lean my face on my hand and have the most interested look on my face when I listen to what he has to say. I want to grow a plant with him, maybe a succulent.

One time I was reading a fanfic and in the fanfic it said something like “Kabru traced nonsense shapes on Laios’ skin” and I imagined Kabru doing that to me and I got so warm and my throat got all tight and I started coughing and my heart started fluttering like I was on a roller coaster two hundred feet above ground and I was just about to go down a drop and I had to put my phone down and take like a ten minute break. I once saw this fanart of Kabru with his shirt collar like pulled down so his shoulder was exposed and I was totally frozen and I kept staring at it like I was in a trance and I ranted about how crazy it made me to my friends and one of them told me I’m the reason schools have dress codes. I still think about that art often. When I saw that one official art of Kabru with long hair I felt like I was dying and my heart wouldn’t stop hammering in my chest and every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing him and when I tried to stand up my legs were shaking and my throat got all tight like I was choking.

He’s so gorgeous. He’s absolutely stunning. He’s breathtakingly handsome. He’s so interesting. What a guy. I love his passion for humanity. I love how smart he is. I love how ambitious and determined he is. I love how he always does what he thinks is right. I love the stupid little faces he makes in the small panels. There’s so much I could say about him and how he makes me feel. I could rant about him for forever but I’m just gonna stop now.

Usually when I make stuff like this I have some images that like help my rant, like I start rambling and then I add images to ramble about, but no images were needed for this one. This was fueled by love alone, no images needed. I see every image of Kabru in my heart. I will attach an image anyways because he has such a gorgeous face. He’s insanely attractive. Here is a cute image of him smiling. I love his smile.

Also I was originally going to send this to Dungeon Meshi Confessions so I wouldn’t need an image for that lol. My original plan was to send this rant (not including this paragraph and the paragraph prior to it) to the confession blog, not make it anon, then reblog it all like “Wow I totally agree with this” when it was obviously just me because I thought that would be funny, but that would take like a week for my ask to be processed and there were only like 6 new Kabru posts when I checked like every tag today so I felt compelled to share my love for Kabru immediately. Plus I feel like if people knew I was trying to do that to be funny it wouldn’t be as funny? It’s nice and easy for me to share my thoughts and feelings in my own post anyways.

After I post this I am immediately going to turn to Kabru related stuff again. Either I’ll work on my Kabru essay, work on one of my one million Kabru fanfics, draw Kabru, or read a Kabru centric fanfic. I love him so much dude. He makes me crazy. I’ve been reading this fic lately and it’s been making me so crazy. Kabru has had a home cooked meal like four times so far and I’m immensely satisfied with that. I love Kabru eating meals. I feel like there’s so many opportunities to depict meals and eating and use like food metaphors and stuff in Dungeon Meshi fan content but so few people utilize that but this fic is feeding Kabru good and it makes me happy. I love Kabru flourishing. Kabru <3

[jesncin]

please do tell about why woman of tomorrow sucks i love reading your takes they’re always so well written

Sure! And thank you for throwing me this bone because WOOF

(btw it's totally fine for people to like Woman of Tomorrow, and I can even see why! This is just my experience with it that I wish was talked about more)

Quick context: Woman of Tomorrow is about a space farmgirl named Ruthye who seeks revenge on Krem, a guy who killed her dad. Supergirl guides her on this journey so they can learn lessons about grief and revenge.

The biggest flaw of the comic is the narrative prose. Ruthye's dialogue is a rambly, over-indulgent, stylized mix of an attempt at medieval Shakespearian speak, but then in the last few issues the writer remembers she's a farmgirl so he decides she should suddenly say "ain't" more often and speak in double negatives to sound a bit more Southern. I can enjoy wordy comics! But Ruthye's dialogue and narration is blatantly excessive purple prose. So many scenes would hit harder with a less-is-more approach while still being stylized and characteristic. Sometimes the narrations pairs nicely with the art to create layered irony, but most of the time it feels like it's disregarding the comics medium altogether.

The other thing about Ruthye's narration is that it holds the story back. I get that the narration is Ruthye writing from the future, but the way it's done gives us a very passive relationship with the events of the story. We don't get to be with the characters in the action heavy moments because we're reading caption boxes of Future Ruthye rambling about poetry recounting The Battle of Capes. I'm not experiencing grief or dread with the characters, I'm being told about it. All of Ruthye's narrative rants boil down to "Supergirl is really badass, sad and kind. I promise this is deep." and "here's how my farm girl experience is relevant to this". Ruthye also speaks in glowing admiration, idealization and worship of Supergirl; it makes it really hard to get to know Kara in a humanizing way. I'm sure the purple prose hits differently for others, but I personally think the story would have more room to breathe without it.

You know how people like saying "Superman is boring because everything is too easy for him, he's too powerful" yeah that's Woman of Tomorrow. The conflict Kara faces are not challenges to her character, they're inconveniences. The resolutions to each story don't feel clever or earned. Kara just knows where to find the murdered purple aliens, Kara just happens to have a silver age-reference magical horse that can outrun the suffering-ball Krem throws at her, Kara just toughs out 10 hours in the green sun. Why be a smart storyteller when you can just give your heroine the upper hand every single time? There could've been a great bonding moment where Ruthye uses her famer-smarts to build shade for Kara, she could've crafted a salve to protect Kara's skin. But I guess having her guard Kara from dinosaurs is ok. Kara helps of course, even though she's dying because she's so cool, badass, sad, kind, etc.

Kara's internal conflict is that she was hoping that taking Ruthye on this journey would teach the farmgirl a lesson about revenge, but has Kara herself learned to move on? She's still thinking about Krypton after all. The problem with how this is presented is that it's not a flaw that we get to see evolve with the story. We see Kara act mopey, get an origin story flashback and then Kara tells us this- in hopes it'll recontextualize everything you've read before. By the time we make it to the end, the characters act like they've learned so much and I'm just standing here wishing I got to see all this growth they're talking about.

At the heart of it, I feel like Woman of Tomorrow represents the side of Super-fandom that wants to see the Kryptonians deified by the narrative. They hate seeing Kara do silly girly rom-com teenager things, she needs to be SERIOUS and EDGY and SAD and ALONE but like a god would be and not how a young woman would be that way. How else will boys take her seriously? Don't forget to remind the reader that she's STRONGER than her boy scout wholesome cousin! There's potential in a short revenge story about young girls finding hope in seeing a role-model woman survive loss, but not like this.

"You don't think I could've solved all those problems? C'mon I'm Supergirl." I sure love seeing female characters be badass girl-god legends who don't get to be humanized by being unflatteringly flawed people. Anyway the better Supergirl grief+revenge story is "Supergirl: Being Super". I don't think it's perfect because it misses the crucial difference between Kal and Kara among other things- but as a story about a teenage heroine learning how grief shapes her and those around her, it's way better.

Woman of Tomorrow's art is stellar though lmao would get a copy just as an artbook to reference.

[littledrummeraussie]

thursday’s for the boys.

masterlist. | capture the moment collection. | want to be added to my taglist?

warnings: dad!Calum. some naughty comments, but mostly just fluffiest of fluffy fluff.

word count: 1103

author’s note: just a quick dad!Calum blurb because I saw this pictures and I just had to.  ❤️

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“I really hate leaving you two like this, but I–”

“But you have a job and you’re needed in the office. Don’t worry, I get it,” Calum smiled at you, fingers lightly running through your hair before cupping your cheek. “You just told me for the tenth time or so.”

“I’m not used to this,” you confessed with a sigh, resting your forehead against his collarbone and Cal wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head. “I like pre-planned meetings and appointments so I know how to schedule our time so it doesn’t ruin your plans, and–”

“You’re spiralling,” Calum stated shortly, making you stop your rambling. “Don’t worry about us. I told the guys I’m needed here, and Ashton wanted to come over ASAP.”

“He just wants to steal Kai for himself,” you scoffed, a smile already pulling at your lips.

“He thinks babies are soft and cute.”

“Well, he should try and make his own,” you pursed your lips, making Cal lean down to kiss you shortly.

“Nah, too much responsibility,” he chuckled, both of you having a laugh over your friend.

A delightful babble rang through the air, at which you and Cal turned to look at your son sitting on the floor, tiny hands petting Duke’s head, the dog giving Calum a not-so-happy look and demanding him with a tiny woof sound to please get him out of this situation, preferably right now.

“You’re so dramatic,” Cal chuckled at the dog before bending down to pick the little boy up, holding him in his arms. “Come on, Bubba, Duke’s grumpy. But Dada is here to stay with you today.”

“Momma?” Kai looked between you and Calum, brown eyes big and curious, and more than anything you wanted to stay home and be with them.

“Momma needs to go to work,” you stepped closer to them, softly caressing his chubby cheek. “But I’m coming home as soon as I can, and until then Dada will keep you entertained. And maybe Uncle Ash will stop by too.”

“Be careful what you say,” your boyfriend mumbled with a stifled laugh, adjusting Kai in his arms and leaning close to press his lips against the top of his head. “Say bye to Mommy?”

“Bye,” he waved his hand at you, still a little unsure as he was only just starting to learn the words and their meanings, slowly understanding the actions they paired with.

“Kiss Kai?” you offered your cheek to your son who quickly leaned over and pressed his lips against it, giving you a big wet kiss. “Thank you, baby!”

“Kiss Kai,” he repeated your words, something he recently learned, while sucking on his thumb.

You yourself pressed a kiss on his cheek in return before turning to Calum, lips meeting and sharing a kiss. Cal curled his arm around your waist to pull you close, hand caressing your waist, trying to slip under your shirt.

“Maybe once I’m home…” you softly bit into his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “Text me how the day’s going?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” he promised, bumping his forehead against yours. “Dad mode: activated.”

 .

You’ve tried not to worry, you really did. You’ve also tried to focus on the meeting that was currently taking place, the one why you needed to ask Cal to stay at home with Kai, but everything seemed futile. Truth was that since Kai was born there were only a few days that you spent apart from your little boy, and you might have developed a slight co-dependency when it came to him. Not that anyone would have blamed you, after all, you were his Mom.

Maybe you were just anxious for some reason – you knew Calum is well capable of taking care of your son, he’s been there every step of the way since he found out you were pregnant. Maybe you were just scared you’re missing out on something; Kai was growing up so fast, already learning words and you wanted to hear every new one from him. It was perfectly normal wanting to experience all these new milestones together with Cal – they were far more important than whatever your co-worker was rambling about.

You’ve tried, you really did, but in the end you needed to pick up your phone, and hid it in your lap as you sent a quick message to Calum, wanting to know what they were doing, and if Ashton really did show up to spend some time with his godson.

Y/N: Hey, how’s everything going?

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed in your hand, a new text message popping up on your screen.

Calum: all good in the Hood 👌

Y/N: CALUM!!!

Calum: sorry I had to

A series of laughing emojis followed, and you needed to roll your eyes at your boyfriend. He was definitely in one of his cheeky moods, it was clear from the morning as well, but that didn’t mean your nerves were soothed. You needed proof that both him and Kai were doing okay without you, even though your conscience told you not to worry about them.

Y/N: But are you sure you’re okay?

Calum: Couldnt be better

A second later a picture appeared on your screen, and it took everything in you not to start tearing up while looking at it. Calum was lying in your shared bed, his phone pointed at the mirror to take a picture of him and Kai. Kai, who was peacefully sleeping, cuddled against his Dad’s back, chubby cheek resting against Calum’s broad shoulder. There was so much love and calmness radiating from the picture that suddenly you felt silly for worrying this much about them.

Calum: Cant move. Might stay here forever

Y/N: He also knows that Daddy is the best kind of pillow ❤️

Calum: we miss Mommy though. Hurry up and come home to us ❤️

Y/N: Gonna cozy up to you soon! Save a spot for me?

Calum: bet your sweet ass I will 😘

You sent him back a kissy face emoji as well, saving the picture of your boys and setting it as your new wallpaper. You also made a promise to yourself to ask Calum to have some more father-son days with Kai – it was definitely the best part of your day when he ended up sending you the cutest pictures of the two of them on their many different adventures.

And if you got to tag along to their Thursdays which soon were reserved for the two of them, well, that was definitely the best kind of bonus.

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[priincebutt]

woof. Hello to everyone and welcome to another episode of, Nico hasn't written much of anything this week! However what I DID do was binge watch a lot of season 6 of Love is Blind, and I wrote a tiny lil snip of a potential Love is Blind AU, so that's what you're getting tonight bc it's all I got! There's a little more to Chopped AU, but nothing really worth sharing, so I'm going this route. Let me know if it's something you'd be interested in reading a full on fic about, because I'm a sucker for a good reality dating show au. Thank you forever and always to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @itsmaybitheway , @indestructibleheart , @piratefalls , @junebugclaremontdiaz , @getmehighonmagic , @onthewaytosomewhere , @sunnysideprince , @sparklepocalypse , @anincompletelist , @firenati0n , @firstprinces and @heybuddy-drabbles for the tags as always!

“Hello?” Henry stops mid-pillow fluff as a voice fills the pod. He's bent over, ass out, in his black jeans and white t-shirt, and he doesn't know what to say. Megan isn't due into this pod for another fifteen minutes and he was just putting the finishing touches on decor and getting everything camera-ready -- no one is supposed to be talking at him. “Uhhm, hi?” He quips back, assuming the man will know by the fact that he's also a man that something is wrong here.  “Oh.” The disembodied voice only seems mildly surprised, and Henry straightens up, hands on his hips and lips quirked into an entertained smile as he looks up at the speaker the voice is coming from. “I thought this was one of those heteronormative shows, but they did know I'm bi so… makes sense? I guess? Shit sorry I'm rambling. I'm Alex. Who are you?”

Open tag open tag!! The only people I don't think I've seen anything out of how I'd normally tag is @duchessdepolignaca03 and @forever-fixating !! No pressure anywhere, and if you wanna post tag me in it so I can read all the wonderful things yall are working on!!!

[aszles]

csm chapter 120 but in toki pona (first 10 pages)

alright hellooo!!!! this is my first published translation in 2024 i guess!

of course i'm marketing this towards english speakers since i'm not sure if there actually is a part of the csm fandom that speaks toki pona... i hope you'll stick around to see something a little fun and different!

so if you don't know what toki pona is, allow me to explain! ☝️🤓 toki pona is a conlang created by Sonja Lang where the main draw of it is that it has less than 200 words! it sounds like it may be tricky to speak with so few words, but it's surprisingly easy and very fun! i always recommend it to anyone who has a bit of time on their hands and wants to try something new.

here i was mostly trying out gimp for comic translations, and so i translated the first 10 pages of chapter 120! i chose this because... it's silly! also fun fact, the start of this chapter was one of the things that pushed me to read chainsaw man!

ok that's enough preface rambling, let's get on with it!

i think typically the first page should be full sized if it has to, but nayuta peace sign is just so cute..!

alright, if you wanna feel like you're on a date with asa then keep reading to find an english translation and translator's notes! if not... feel free to leave, i hope you eat something nice today! (omekapo!)

semi-literal translation:

yoru: woof! woof! woof!!

nayuta: HAHAHAHAHAHA!! yoru: woof woof! wooof!! denji: Nayuta! what did you do?! nayuta: i turned her into an animal. denji: why?!?! nayuta: because she [kissed] my thing! (here she basically says that yoru interacted with nayuta's thing using her mouth. it's a very vague statement)

denji: i'm not your thing! turn her into a human now!! nayuta: want food! can't! (technically she says "food desire! no ability!") nuh uh! denji: ah?! i'll make food. when you eat turn her into a human!! nayuta: 'kay!

denji: eat and turn her into a human. i'm not joking. nayuta: hey! this is my food! bad! bad!! nayuta: hey... do you really want her humanity? (sounds very weird in english but i'm not sure a better way to put it) denji: what?

nayuta: Denji. every woman tries to kill you, right? why is this animal different? denji: why...? i have a feeling. nayuta: hmmmm.... good. (this is being used as an affirmation similar to "alright" or "very well then") you won't die. okay. i'll turn her into a human.

nayuta: but, two things. if they're not good to you, then she'll be an animal forever. denji: what are they?! nayuta: number one. i can eat ice cream (cold sweet) all the time. denji: i want (it) too. nayuta: number two.

nayuta: don't be nice to her. denji: are you joking?! nayuta: uh, i'm (being) real. this is the best. she's bad to my nose. denji: your nose?

denji: is she like a wet animal? nayuta: weirdo, wet animals are good! anyways, don't be nice to her! i'll change her knowledge... so that to her you didn't come (today)! denji: you'll what?! then she'll hate me!

nayuta: not important. you won't talk to her. denji: ahhh...

denji: you're number one, nayuta...

tadaaaa! there we have it! now time for some translator notes, of which there are actually not a ton.

toki pona is surprisingly difficult to adapt for different kinds of characters. due to having no register, it's hard to make characters seem more punky or polite than normal, and to distinguish between adult and child characters. here particularly we have the issue that, while Nayuta is a child, she's also super smart! so making grammatical mistakes doesn't really seem in line for her character. the main action i took was doubling up "la" with her. this isn't incorrect, but there are more optimal ways to say things to avoid ambiguity. i thought that perhaps a kid wouldn't think ahead with their words as much as an adult would, and may end up with this quirk in their speech.

related to the last note, one possible way of making a character seem younger or less proper is having them use nimisin ("unofficial" community made words). it's a fun idea, but it's kinda inaccessible and also... i don't really know nimisin! guess i'm not hip enough >_<

the name Nayuta luckily fits with toki pona phonetics (with the y changed to a j)! Denji doesn't quite, so i opted for Tensi. this is the most direct tokiponisation of his name. it sounds a bit like tenshi! (angel in japanese)

just a little something. i went with humans being "jan" and devils "monsuta" (hybrids and fiends may be jan monsuta and monsuta jan respectively, or they could have nimisin) so.. why are these two using jan? well for Denji that's an easier question, as he is basically human-first and also had the name before he became a hybrid. (also there's no need to be so descriptive with a headnoun) as for Nayuta, she uses jan because she's sort of undercover. depending on the circumstances, or when referring to her with her real name (like saying Control Devil in english) she would be monsuta. some devils who gave themself a name use jan, while others such as Power use monsuta (because why would she call herself a human when devils are clearly superior?!)

suwi lete or lete suwi? that is the question. here i decided to go with suwi lete because i think the most appealing aspect to Nayuta is likely the sweetness!

i hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable! i wonder what i'll find to translate next >w> thank you so much for reading if you did! sina lukin la mi pilin pona a!

[almostfoxglove]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

oh my gosh, this is so cute, thank you for passing it along <33 (and thank you to @thundermartini for the tag as well!!)

since I'm still new to this I've only got 4 fics under my belt (putting nearly 90k into the first has taken a lot of my attention, but I've got lots cookin now!), but here's a little bit about 'em:

1. I'LL CARRY YOU - Javier x Reader (specifically the first part, which was originally meant to be a one shot for my angst challenge, I'll Carry It)

honestly I was so happy with how this one shot turned out - I am just a slut for yearning and sad endings, and sweet soft!javier is like... essential to my being alive. I'm real excited to build it out with 2 more one shots/parts :,)

2. COVER ME UP - Jackson!Joel x Reader / OC

this is my first ever fanfic so it's always gonna have a big place in my heart. there's just ONE CHAPTER LEFT to write and it's??? breaking my heart??? I think I'll end up writing some one shots for it at some point in the future cause I love 'em so much I don't wanna let them go, even though their arc feels complete. I've had so much fun mixing angst with a lot of tenderness (this is my shit I want tender but deep suffering always) and of course a sloooowww burn. my babies. ugh.

3. SEE YOU AT THREE - Young!Joel x Reader (Ellie's Aunt)

I was craving some fluff while writing some angstier chapters of cover me up and ended up whipping up the first chapter of a more rom-com style fic that I thought wasn't gonna get any traction, but it's turned out to be my most subscribed to series on ao3 as of this week, which is crazy! the response to this one has been really unexpected and so invigorating and it's just SO much fun to write, bouncing between reader's and joel's POVs - I'm really excited about the next couple of chapters especially >:-)

4. AIN'T THAT A BITE - Young!Joel x Reader

I wrote this one shot for @studioghibelli's writing challenge after my first try at writing something crashed and burned 2k words in. I'm historically a big Pain and Suffering and Angst girly and was a little nervous about writing something so... fluffy? lighthearted? but I really enjoyed writing something that was just silly and extremely self-indulgent (putting joel in a white tee and leather jacket?? hellO) - this one shot is what brought the first lil wave of followers & new friends to my account, so I'm always gonna be real grateful for it :,)

5. LOCK THE GATE (WIP!) - QZ!Joel x Reader (Bill's niece)

okay so part one of this hasn't gone live yet but I'm stoked on it. with cover me up ending soon (cry) and my other long-form series being so fluffy I knew I wanted to dig into something grittier next, and I'm a qz!joel apologist until I die. I've got 4k of the first part written and it's been sooooo yummy writing a mean kind of flirting and tension >:-) it's enemies to lovers adjacent (more like uneasy allies to lovers) and the reader in this one is a lot darker than my other stuff, which has been a nice change of pace!

WOOF anyway that got long - I am physically incapable of brevity. eek! thank you so much for this, it was fun to ramble :,)

[adracat]

G Witch 18 thoughts

Hello, gwitch. You have no idea how painful it's been without your sweet, agonizing content. I'm asking you politely to never leave us like that again. Isn't it enough that Suletta is suffering, why you gotta do us dirty like that too?? Since we cleared that up, let's begin

This is the face of pure copium. God, those wide eyes unwilling to look at anyone else. That dumpster platter of terrible food choices. That artificial smile as she rambles about inconsequential bs. Yeah, that's divorced wifeguy behavior right there.

And Schwarzette finally debuts! It was hinted previously Jeturk had dealings with Shin Sei gundams but here it's confirmed. The suit isn't complete yet but close enough and only revealed to Guel after its commission. Prospera is so shameless and unrepentant. I suspect she enjoys toying with Mio in particular.

But Mio isn't considering war profiteering and staunchly refuses to announce the Schwarzette as a joint Jeturk/GUND-ARM weapon. She wishes to follow the pacifistic ideals of the original GUND. She's come far from the Miorine we see at the start. Really proud of our girl!

I adore that they remind us of her core motivation. Overtly, keeping her promise to Prospera in exchange for Suletta's 'freedom'. But also her promise to protect Suletta just as Suletta strove to fulfill her promises to Mio. It doesn't seem enough for either of them, but this is the cope episode.

Prospera is really dipping her fingers in all the pots to see if one's a winner. It's not unexpected she wouldn't bet everything on one horse, though for now she has the most sway with Miorine's faction and therefore insurance. Humoring Shaddiq's wish for Gundams makes sense if Mio fails the vote. Prospera is a master at improvising.

This scene was a fav. Love they stated outright Mio is falling into the same trap as Delling by deciding someone else's life without their say. Mio is sympathetic and wants Suletta freed from everything, but crucially misses what Suletta herself wants.

Her shame and regret has become a malignancy in the wake of 17. The girl's confidence was already low but now it's sunk into a black hole of internalized self-loathing. Suletta convinced herself she was never good enough and it was her fault from the start. WOOF

Ok WTF LAUDA. Way to stomp a girl while she's down. Idk what even the point was on his side. Catharsis? Petty revenge? Guel is back, the holder again, and Jeturk is saved. This was just unnecessary. I felt close to neutral on him after his reunion with Guel and talk with Mio but now I wish him a merry misery again. Kinda cool he thanked Chuchu though. Very weird he still has a hateboner for Suletta still.

Love you Chuchu. It's great that she was tired of Suletta moping around and acting like nothing was wrong. She said what we were all thinking and now Earth House is going on a field trip to see Mio. I love her philosophy of 'what would Nika do?'

Shame about what's actually happening with Nika

Speaking of Nika, she's currently watching the sparks fly between our resident shitheel 5lan and Norea. She'll have to bury them both at this rate. This convo was so good though as 5lan shows a rare bit of insight and lampshades their similarities. They're both empty tools. We also learn how Peil functions and it seems to be a meritocratic system with the real Elan Ceres at the top.

Mio is showing her Relena colors once again. Even if a show of force could potentially open negotiations like Prospera suggests, Miorine is committed to pacifism. Admirable, but will it work? Aiding earth would be the accomplishment they need to prove themselves to Benerit.

As an aside, I'm very tickled Guel has become Mio's lackey. He's so bullied, even if they do marry (Doubt) he's destined to be furniture. Man just doesn't have Suletta's inherent wifeguyness

I wish we could get a peek at Prospera's thoughts here. Does she find this childish? Nostalgic? Bitter, after everything she's experienced with GUND and Vanadis? Her mentor would love Mio, but Dr. Cardo is dead along with their original dream. I've said it elsewhere, but there's a terrific irony that Mio, the daughter of her killer, would uphold Cardo's ideals where her students failed.

Quick bits, Bel was arrested by the Space Assembly League (interesting swerve) and Martin spilled his guts to a Haro with Secilia eavesdropping (hilarious) Will Bel spill the tea on Prospera? Will Secilia reveal he sold out Nika? Digging these little micro dramas.

OH HI KENANJI. Honestly, he was probably the last person I expected to escort Mio but it makes perfect sense Rajan would send Dominicus to protect her. HOOoo I want him to talk with Prospera. If she trolls him the entire time or finds time to murk him that would be peak. I like his design and lax attitude but he's still a dirty corpo cop.

Oh Suletta. Even though she can fill her list and go to school in peace, she isn't happy. It's all empty now without Mio by her side. It's hard to watch but you're still heartened by how much she values her. Gay yearning 🥺

Most of us knew it was coming but it feels so good to be vindicated. Repli-children sounds way cooler than clone. Gotta love nonsense sci-fi phrasing. That leaves HOW exactly this was done (I still sideeye Notrette personally) but that's one more mystery solved. Since they're all young and around Eri's age, you have to assume the failures wore on Elnora. This might explain her lack of significant emotional attachment to Suletta. After twelve iterations and only one success, you only have so many shits to give.

Damn, Eri. Everyone is taking the chance to suckerpunch Suletta while she's vulnerable. Still, she has the same motivations as Mio but they're giving Suletta everything but what she actually needs. Suletta craves validation and purpose. Freedom without those things is hell. Good intentions, terrible execution

Prospera is such a great character. You think you understand her but then she adds another facet to the mix. Whether this is a genuine sentiment or for Eri's benefit is unknown, but I like to think she's being truthful. It doesn't excuse her manipulation, gaslighting, or destruction of Suletta's family and sense of self but it's... something? An undoubtedly patronising sort of care and far from what she feels for Eri; all that's left of the loving Elnora we see in Prologue. But it makes her complex and not the mustache twirling villain you expect. Very good writing.

Stonecold to leave Suletta sobbing in space as everything she loves soars out of reach. I need her to wake up and smell the self-actualization coffee next episode. Mio might need it too if our intrepid peacemaker gets in over her head. But that is a tale for another week

That was certainly a GWitch episode. WE'RE BACK FOLKS

[bihansthot]

My little ham is being extremely cuddly tonight and I am very here for it, I was very sad earlier because I can’t remember what Jäger smells like anymore. I find myself smelling Denny often hoping I won’t forget him too. For some reason I’ve been thinking a lot about Jäger’s final moments lately which prompts trying to remember what he smelled like, what he felt like and I just can’t remember, all of those memories are wrapped up and laced with so much sadness and trauma I just can’t separate them. I don’t know what’s bringing these feelings back up lately, maybe because I haven’t been feeling well and have been unhappy because I feel unwell. I need a nice distraction and neither of the guys I’ve been seeing are providing it. Maybe I need a hobby? Writing seems too constricting lately and not fun. I’ve been thinking about crocheting again but a) I have to learn again which no biggie YouTube taught me when my niece was born 15 years ago, it can teach me again, b) I have no clue what to make? I’d make something for Denny but he has so many clothes lol I guess he can always use more? Maybe cute hats like Good Boy Ollie has? Denny deserves all the cute clothes and hats, he’s such a good baby. I don’t deserve him.

In non depressing dog stuff I made some video game resolutions for the year that I’m not sure I’ll accomplish. If you’ve followed me for a very long time you know I also love Soulsborne games, I’ve beaten DS3 and Elden Ring but my resolution is to beat the DLC for DS3, I want to beat Malenia and Placidusax in Elden Ring and finally play Bloodborne. I’ve never played Bloodborne despite absolutely loving it. The problem is I haven’t touched DS3 since I beat it so I can’t remember how to play it and Elden Ring I’m reasonably confident I can beat Placidusax but Malenia woof waterfowl dance am I right? THB I had enough health to tank most of it if I could avoid at least one but it’s her stage two form scarlet rot dive bomb that killed me. Admittedly I’ve only tried Malenia 2 or 3 times, my partner got Let Me Solo Her themselves to beat Malenia for them. I don’t know where to start though, I have to restart them all from the beginning because I’m on PS5 now, I guess I should go in order? So Bloodborne first? I’m so scared though everything is so fast 😭 I’m a big dumb, clunky over level and use the biggest axe in the game type player and I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up. I don’t know if I can do the DLC I don’t know if I can beat Lady Maria or the Orphan of Kos but I guess I’ll try. Wish me luck y’all, I’m not embarking back into Soulsborne until I 100% Season of the Cryomancer though and of course this will have no bearing on my MK lust/content or anything, I don’t really have Soulsborne husbandos/waifus though I guess there’s boy Anri and Vicar Amelia (yes I’m a monster fucker, deal with it) oh oh and my precious stingray boyfriend Lorian, I don’t write for any of them or self ship with any of them so there will still be lots of dumb egg jokes. Don’t worry I’m in no way taking a break from MK I’m just indulging in another franchise I love deeply too, multitasking. So I guess just a heads up that there may be an influx of rage posts about Soulsborne bosses lol Or me professing my endless love for Greirat and Boc lol Will I ever go back to Baldur’s Gate 3?? Who knows! Probably not tbh I don’t like anyone other than Gribbo and Scratch not to mention I’ve seen my partner put just hours into it. I’ve seen the game and maybe I’m just bad at it but it’s just not fun for me which is why I’m going back to Soulsborne games lol I’ll tag my posts with “Soulsborne” if you don’t wanna see my rambling about the games though but like I said I promise I will still be all MK all the time after all it’s my true love ❤️

This has been a pointless Sol rambles, thanks for reading 🩵

[whatsnewalycat]

Hey I rewatched the movie Eighth Grade this weekend and I want to process my feelings. Totally understand if not one human reads this fucking novella, I just gotta organize my thoughts, and I’m putting them here in case it resonates with anyone. Below the cut because L O N G.

(tldr: this movie is fucking brilliant, a masterfully told coming-of-age story. I mean that. And you should watch it)

First of all, I love how awkward Kayla is.

Elsie Fisher fucking murdered it in this role. It’s palpable how uncomfortable Kayla is in her own skin. The way she carries herself, and projects her online persona, and acts in real life, it’s painful how those things merge and give us a picture of who she is really and who she desperately wants to be. It’s deeply, deeply relatable. The entire movie, but especially the first half, I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, because I remember feeling exactly like that at that age.

The videos Kayla posts with her tips. Ok. It’s fucking brilliant how Bo Burnham (writer and director) spliced those videos with what she’s really going through. It’s obvious she has no idea what she’s talking about, because she’s just rambling on and really saying nothing at all. And it’s so uncomfortable to sit through. She’s making these videos as a way to inspire herself to be a person she thinks is worthy of connection. It’s establishing authority and “big voice narration” spun on its head and I love it so so so much.

Now the aspect of technology and social media. The first quarter of the movie we see that she is constantly on her phone. She’s scrolling Instagram and liking everything her school mates post, commenting on their pictures, etc. Again, she’s projecting this online persona that is outgoing and cheerful and cool. But we see that none of these people actually acknowledge her presence IRL.

When her phone screen shatters, then she cuts her scrolling thumb on the screen, it’s a turning point in the storyline. Her old way of doing things, only reaching out for human connection through the safety of her online persona, has literally made her bleed. It’s not necessarily a catalyst as much as it is a symbol, but she’s on her phone less from this point onward.

Another thing that happens around this time in the storyline: she gets her Time Capsule. It has “the coolest girl in the world” adorned on the lid, and she knows the video she has on the usb drive inside is her going into 6th grade with the hopes and dreams of becoming cool and making friends. She understands that she’s exactly the same as when she entered middle school, and her way of attempting to make connections has failed.

So she goes forward knowing she has to do the scariest thing: put herself out there. Try to talk to people in real life. She goes to Kennedy’s pool party, even though it gives her a literal panic attack, and the guy she has a crush on acknowledges her existence for the first time ever. And it is exactly the encouragement/reinforcement she needed to show her that this is good. It propels her forward instead of backwards into the safety of her shell.

For her, this is life-changing. She thinks this is a new beginning where these cool people are going to let her into their club and she will have friends. But when Kayla talks to Kennedy the next school day, and gives her a note to thank her for inviting her to the party, Kennedy and Steph are engulfed in their phones and barely acknowledge Kayla’s presence. She’s still fucking invisible to them.

Quick sidebar: the birthday gift Kayla gives Kennedy is a card game that obviously is one she has played with her dad. The cold reaction that Kennedy gives to the gift reinforces Kayla’s belief that the things she genuinely enjoys are not cool. That she is this weird girl (as she puts it in her vlog) and not worthy of belonging.

Another quick sidebar: the fucking school shooting drill, holy fuck. How desensitized all these literal children are to the threat of a mass shooting. WOOF. Again, bravo, Bo Burnham.

Then there’s the high school shadow. We meet Olivia, who is 1) to Kayla, obviously cool, and 2) to me, obviously the kind of person who has a history of intense short-term relationships. The way she so brazenly tells Kayla that she feels like they’re best friends, it’s fucking telling. I had a friend like this in middle/high school. It’s very Evie Zamora in Thirteen. It’s not real. And we know this, but Kayla doesn’t. She wants a best friend so fucking bad. It’s literally on her to-do list, and she (understandably) mistakes Olivia’s faux connection as real.

She hangs out with Olivia and her friends at the mall. She feels like she’s finally cool. But there’s Gabe who tells her “I’m not quiet, you’re quiet” and that’s like… a major tender spot for Kayla. Anyway, Olivia, who should have been a protector for Kayla, leaves her ward in an unsafe situation with Riley, and that’s really shitty of her.

Fucking Riley. He preys on Kayla’s naïvety. He knows that she wants to be cool, especially cool in the eyes of Olivia, and tries to take advantage of that. And here’s the part where I’m going to start crying. Because our girl Kayla says no. She goes against her desire to be cool and vehemently, LOUDLY, insists NO. And, in her skewed understanding, thinks that her saying no was cowardly. But it wasn’t. It was so fucking brave. She listened to her inner knowing and stood up for it, even though it meant potentially giving up the things she wanted the most: being cool and having a best friend.

When she and her dad burn the Time Capsule, she’s burning her dream of being the coolest girl in the world. Being (what she has learned to be) cool isn’t what she thought it would be. She thought it would mean connection and belonging, but time and time again throughout this story, it has only meant she has to compromise her values and her true self.

Ok now let’s talk about Kayla and her dad. Her dad loves her so much. Throughout the story that he’s trying to coax her out of her shell and be herself, but Kayla ignores his advice. But when they’re burning the Time Capsule, she opens up to him. Instead of pushing him away, we see her express her inner pain out loud. This is the first time in the story she allows her real self to be seen. It’s vulnerable, and again, so fucking brave.

And her dad… fuck. He says the most perfect things. He tells her his truth, which is that she’s fucking wrong, and she is cool. It’s just that her previous definition of cool was skewed.

We find out that Kayla’s mom abandoned her as a child. And although her dad tried his hardest, there was always going to be a part of her that thinks her true self is defective and not worthy of connection, love, and belonging. But that’s not true. And her dad helps her see that.

From that point, we see her live her goddamn truth. She’s still awkward and quiet, but that’s not a fault, it’s just part of who she is. She hangs out with Gabe, who is kind of a dork and not obsessed with trying to be cool, and it’s SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE IT. At graduation, Kayla confronts Kennedy about how shitty she made her feel. It’s amazing.

By the end, she’s transformed into someone who understands that true connection comes from your true self, and anything short of that is unfulfilling.

Anyway. Idk if it’s because I deeply identify with Kayla on so many levels (i had an Olivia, and a Riley, and a mother who abandoned me as a baby, and a single father who raised me, and was just so fucking awkward and lonely throughout childhood), but it’s my favorite goddamn coming-of-age tale, ever. A masterpiece. Please watch lol.

[innytoes]

Oooh sleepy prompts. 17, you still sleep with a stuffed animal? sweet tarts

When she came back to her bedroom, Reggie was on her bed, his feet hanging off the end, making what looked like snow angels on her fuzzy top blanket. He looked blissed out and happy.

"Ahem," she said, and he shot upright. At least he wasn't snooping. When Nick was her boyfriend, he'd lost 'can be left alone in the bedroom' privileges after he unearthed a picture of her mom and asked her about it. "Come here to get your snacks, because if you get crumbs on my bed they'll never find the body."

He followed her to the little seating area she had set up, flopping down on the beanbag, because of course he did. They ate their snacks in peace, before getting back to work. Carrie was determined to get and A+ on this history project no matter what, and she wasn't going to let Reginald Not-Peters-Anymore-But-Molina ruin it for her. Luckily he seemed very on board with following orders, going so far as to raise his hand when he had a suggestion.

Except his eyes kept drifting back to her bed. And finally, she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You need a nap or something?"

"No!" Reggie pouted. "It's just that... your blanket is so soft... and comfy..."

"We still need to finish this project," she said sternly.

"You have a laptop," he said, blasting her with the full force of his puppy eyes.

"Fine, but if you start slacking, I'm taking this laptop downstairs and making you sit on the really uncomfortable designer chairs," she threatened. She wasn't sure why Dad even had those chairs, except that they looked expensive. Nobody ever sat on them.

Reggie cheered, yanking off his shoes before taking a flying leap onto the bed, burying his face in her fuzzy pink blanket for a second.

"Scoot over," she commanded, and he did, scooting up to the headboard and holding an arm out for her to snuggle under.

They did finish their first draft, even with Reggie running his hands over her blanket the whole time, the other one toying with her hair. Not that she was into that or anything. And the snuggling closer was just so he could see the screen better.

"I'm going to get more snacks because we deserve them," she said. She wanted something chocolate-y. "And if you promise not to wipe your hands on the bed, you can stay here."

"I would never defile the sanctity of the fuzzy blanket, Carebear," Reggie said, holding his hand over his heart and the other up in the air. She rolled her eyes at him, but pressed a kiss to his cheek before hurrying out of the room.

Only when she got back, she nearly dropped the giant bag of Maltesers. Because Reggie was still on the bed, but now, he was holding Mister Bun in his lap, gently stroking his ears. Mister Bun who she had hidden safely under her pillows to keep this exact thing from happening.

"You still sleep with a stuffed animal?" Reggie asked, and he sounded so excited about it. Like he thought it was funny. Was he going to make fun of her? Or tell everyone at school? Scary Carrie, still sleeping with her childhood plush bunny, haha, everyone laugh. "He's cute."

At the thunderous look on her face, Reggie blanched. "Or she," he corrected. "Or they. I respect your bunny's pronouns either way." He carefully set Mister Bun next to him on the bed, propped against the pillow.

When Carrie still didn't say anything, Reggie kept rambling. "I'm sorry I touched him, I wasn't snooping, I know you hate snooping. I was just rearranging the pillows for better snuggling and he - or she! - was under one of them and I'm not making fun of you I swear I think it's sweet I have one too."

He stopped, but only because he ran out of breath. Before he could continue, Carrie interrupted. "You have a stuffed bunny too?"

"Well, no," Reggie said. "I have a doggy. My Meemaw gave him to me before we moved. His name is Woof."

"I've never seen him in your room," Carrie said, before mentally cursing herself. Maybe he hadn't been able to take Woof with him when he moved in with the Molinas.

"I ah..." Reggie smiled shyly. "I hid him under my pillow because I was afraid you'd think I was uncool."

Finally, Carrie was able to move again. She moved to the bed, gently catching Reggie's face between her hands and kissing him. Of course he wouldn't judge her, or make fun of her, or spread rumours. Reggie was the sweetest guy she'd ever met.

"His name is Mister Bun," she said. "And I don't think you're uncool. I think you're amazing."

His beautiful smile said everything she needed to hear, and they spent the rest of the afternoon eating chocolate and snuggling while watching a show on her laptop. Mister Bun included.

[adoptable-mayhem]

Intro!

Hello y’all! I’m Woof, and welcome to the silly blog of a random idea I came up with :D

What’s this blog for?: Here I share as many adoptables I can find, in the hopes they’ll get more attention and eventually sell. Artists are credited ofc! Note that you may need certain social medias, such as Discord or Toyhouse, to offer for these adopts. Any adoptables that need a specific social media will have that info on the advertising post, and in the case of discord, server links will be provided!

Advertising post?: yep! That’s the term I use to refer to posts sharing a specific adopt out onto tumblr.

What’s your text post tag?: #woof rambles

Now, let’s get this out of the way:

DNI and Thin Ice

Please do not interact with me if:

- you are a pedophile/MAP/support lolicon

- you are a Zoophile/support feral nsfw

- you are a proshipper/profic/etc

- you are homophobic/transphobic/biphobic/etc (this includes not supporting because of your religion!!)

- you are racist, antisemitic, anti Black Lives Matter, or support blue lives matter

- you are a neo-nazi/support nazis

- you ship any of the following: ZADR, Billdip. These ships fall under proship!

- you’re a hardcore Dream stan (personal comfort reasons, sorry! DSMP fans can interact tho!!)

- you’re an anti-furry

- you’re anti therian/fictionkin/otherkin

- you actively participate in cringe culture or bully people for harmless interests

- you support autism speaks

- you’re a hardcore Trump supporter (personal comfort once again)

- you support/make YouTube “heat” content (gacha heat, emoji heat, Wildcraft heat, etc)

- you’re into necrophilia, rape, abdl, ddlg, or ageplay

- you’re anti age regression/pet regression (these are coping mechanisms, not kinks!)

- you are pro-ai/believe in the whole “AI is the future” crap

- you support any of the following (with reasoning below):

Vivziepop: Transphobic particularly against trans-mascs, anti-semitic and possibly racist. I am a fan of both Hazbin/Helluva but absolutely do NOT support Viv.

Tamakuz (Psychocuties creator): Lolicon enjoyer, supports Nazis, probably a proshipper

4lung: Pedo and Zoo

DrDisrespect: Pedo

SSSniperWolf: Doxxed Jacksfilms, steals content (here for personal comfort reasons mainly)

Emily Youcis (Alfred’s playhouse creator): extreme Trump supporter, humped random people in a feral Alfred Alfer fursuit (I wish I was kidding), possibly supports necrophilia

(Marx if ya see this: I had a crazy long explanation on here, but decided to remove it because 1. The “drama” (not really cause it was just us but still) was causing me stress and I wanted it to end sooner than later, and 2. You’re anti-age regression, which is one of my dni criteria anyway. Just dni, feel free to block me and remove the reblog if you’d like /srs)

You may interact, but I will be wary if you if:

- you support Trump at all (hardcore supporters please DNI) (if you just always vote red, you’re fine dw!)

- Anyone who sexualizes object show characters (memes and jokes are fine, so is sfw shipping)

- People who just refuse to use tone tags or the correct pronouns for some reason

- Psychocuties fans (show is very proship-esc, Tamakuz is awful. Very very thin ice I’m sorry)

I’ll probably add more later as I think of stuff!

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Adoptable Link:

Artist Name:

Social Media Needed:

What To Offer:

REMEMBER: ALL ADOPTS POSTED ARE NOT MINE!!! THESE POSTS ARE TO GET ATTENTION ON THE ADOPTABLE IN THE HOPES THEY WILL BE SOLD QUICKER!!! SUPPORT THE ARTIST!

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What I like <3

I'm just gonna list kinks and things that i'm into (with explanations because i'm an overthinker and feel the need to explain my weirdness). I'll also list some of the things I do not like AT ALL.

I color coded it bc I ramble A LOTTT hopefully it’s easier to read now!!

Likes

pretty women (manifesting a pretty dom gf to ruin me currently)

pretty men (manifesting an adorable subby man for me to ruin RN)

Praise (literally the bare minimum praise will have me barking and kicking my feet)

Mirror sex (something about the idea of being forced to look in the mirror while a pretty girl edges me and praises me and gives me little kisses is soooooooo amazing)

Exhibitionism (i'm very awkward irl so idk why I like the thought of doing shit in public butttttt it just seems like fun lol)

Somno ( before you judge me, please understand that i'm just a girl lmao, but I like the idea of waking up to a dom or sub in between my legs with prior consent obviouslyyy)

Bondage (pleaseeee tie me up omg)

Spanking (I'm not a fan of like hardcore sadist shit with the knives and torture devices, but I mean being a brat is fun sometimes so i'm down for an attitude adjustment every once in a while)

Costumes ( I LOVEEEE the idea of wearing a cute lil costume or even just really nice lingerie and getting all pretty for a night of fun)

Home movies ( maybe it's because i'm a film nerd, but the idea of having a camera with a bunch of pictures and videos of us looking pretty and fucked out is so nice)

and I just discovered this last night because I saw a photo and was like RRRRR GRRRRR BARK WOOF WOOF ARGGGGHH, but women in boxers with the bulge from their strap prominent... just give me 5 minutes and a towel, i'll make magic happen.

High sex (bro I wanna take an edible with someone and turn into the neediest, touch deprived slut in existence )

monsters ( just let me expl- )

Dislikes

Scat ( ... )

Watersports ( I just can't do it, i'm sorry )

Torture shit and Sadism (I love a good soft dom that's realllll gentle and tender, i'd rather be good than be punished harshly sooooo i'm cool off of the crazy shit lmao)

Ageplay ( fuck no, I once had a man ask me to pretend to be NINE… I wanna vomit just thinking about it)

dd/lg ( while I do enjoy the princess treatment I don't really like the whole caregiver aspect. It kinda just feels like more ageplay bs)

Raceplay ( idk how I forgot to add this one, I’m a black woman so I don’t wanna be degraded or degrade someone bc of their race and I just don’t feel like someone getting off to the idea of me frolicking in cotton fields should be talking to me 💀)

Fauxcest ( I have a family that I love/tolerate very much and I just can’t imagine pretending to be related to someone and then fucking them… cause then your family and that’s odd, but if you like a good stepbro I got stuck in the dryer moment I won’t shame you lol)

and more, but I can't think rn

DNI vs INTERACT

TERFS and any other radical and offensive people THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR Y'ALL

All of the horrible ists and phobes

Anybody that is pro genocide (as in everything happening in Palestine, Sudan, Congo, Yemen, and too many other countries doesn't fucking disgust you) please disrespectfully never interact with my content, find somethin safe to do

Oh and minors obviously this is not a safe space for y'all because it's 18+ so kindly pretend like this page doesn't exist to you

Men interactions:

Subs

Switches

Soft doms

Hard doms (y’all can like and reblog idrc but pls don’t message me on that type of timing bc I AM NOT a masochist, my feeling WILL be hurt lmao)

30+ or creepy

all women are perfectly welcome here <3 love y'all

oh and any trans or nonbinary or genderfluid people are also welcome!! this is a safe space for all the cool people :)

Feel free to message me!! I swear I don't bite lol

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

Oooo questions! Throwing a few out...

What's your favorite detail of the rewrite so far?

Favorite scene?

What character is the most changed? Which is the least changed?

Are there any rewrites, AUs, or other blogs that you like or take inspiration from?

Any advice for new or small blogs?

Free spot! Tell me something that you've been wanting to talk about but haven't had the chance!!

OOOHHH, lots of questions!!! ^^

There’s so many ways I could answer these, this is HAARRRDDDD T^T

Favorite detail: My foundling rule!! It’s something super simple, but so important, because not only does it clear up a TON of incest, it can also be used to drive motivations and drama.

Favorite scene: So far? Probably the opening scenes. I just really love writing those sorts of things ^^

Most-changed character: Laurelstorm lol, hands down

Least-changed character: Uhhhmmm probably Bearbelly. He’s stinky

Any inspirations: WOOF, aahhh… my biggest have got to be @fatal-rewrites-warriors, @bonefall and @strelles-universe; I’ve been following them for literal years, and I was so excited to finally get on the internet to share what I created just as they had. I seriously respect them so much; they’re so cool ^^

Any advice: I’ve actually got a full, extensive post of my advice here!! Highly recommend reading it, lol, in my personal opinion <3 (Us small blogs gotta stick together!!)

Free spot: I’m super proud of my worldbuilding. It just feels so vast and open, untouched by the hands of man, allowed to recover with civilizations who work with it rather than over it… it’s just really pretty. I wish people would ask me more about it, but I think I’ve rambled on about it so much already there’s not much left TO say ^^’