#answers 🌷

[ask-the-flower-kids]

"Ashley! Ashley!"

They're very excitedly running through the forest searching for her

(Anyone can answer if you want someone else to talk to the floof >:3)

*Ashley let out a startled gasp, immediately turning to Okami and smiling a little*

"O-Oh! Okami!"

*She turns to face them, though her right eye is red and irritated for some reason*

"It's nice to see you again! How are you..?"

[hyewka]

i need jealous possessive subby gyu😭😭 like omg need him so toxic, needy, and clingy🙂‍↕️

warnings: a bit toxic, clingy and needy sub but whats new :P

irrationally jealous!beomgyu that cant even stand you going out with friends without blowing up your phone, trying to put a balm on his growing anxiety by asking whos there with you. then when you respond and he recognizes male names, he gets even more antsy. give it time before he texts you again, his fingers flying across the screen as he types out a message.

ohhh ok. are you having fun? :)

then again.

still really wish you were here with me insteadddd its so boring without you

he chews on his bottom lip, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. god, just respond, he thinks, fingers twitching as he waits. then he succumbs to sending another text.

come home soon okay? miss you :3

then another, and another…and another.

after sending a few more texts, minutes go by with no response, and so he flops down onto his bed, his thoughts spiraling as he stares at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that he’s just overreacting. but the more he thinks about it, the worse it gets. why aren’t you replying?

beomgyu isn't possessive, he isn't, really...right? so why can't he seem to get rid of the reckless idea that just popped up in his head?

instead, like a magnet he reaches for his phone again, this time switching to the camera. when he sets it to video mode, all thats on his mind is getting your attention. thats it, nothing more. just your attention.

you're out with your friends at a bar, it was meant to be a girls night but you guys bumped into old college friends so it turned into something way bigger than intended. you've been trying to enjoy yourself, not seem too absorbed in your phone but when you can feel the vibrations of your phone buzzing every three minutes in your back pocket, its practically impossible to ignore. you know who it is.

any other person would've shut their phone down or at the least put it on dnd, but here you were, locking yourself in a bathroom stall after excusing yourself, pulling out your phone only to be met with the most obvious strings of messages from one singular contact name: beomgyu.

the first one after you passively replied was innocent enough, but then you see skim past the next ones:

how long are you gonna be out?

is it loud there? can you even see this? I miss you, baby

the last one really sticks out:

are you ignoring me?

you frown, but before you could finish typing out a text, a video pops up from him. you pause. you hesitate for just a second before tapping play, and instantly, you realize exactly why the thumbnail was so blurry.

the video’s a little shaky at first but eventually it steadies enough for you to realize hes on your shared bed—his hair's all messed up, sticking out in random directions, and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. you can barely make out the details because of how grainy the video is, but you can still hear him. your brows furrow deeper…this can’t be…what you think it is, right?

and like hes heard your thoughts, he lets out this quiet moan, the camera dipping a bit, like he almost forgot he was holding it, revealing exactly what you conjured up in your head; a clear view of his hand buried under the waistband of his shorts, half-hard— leaving absolutely no room for imagination.

“i've been thinking about you all night, baby. couldn't help it... had to touch myself, thinking about you..." he trails off. you can see his fingers moving under the fabric, slow and lazy, dragging it out like he’s savoring every fucking second.

when his hand clearly starts to move a little faster, his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in the feeling. "wish you were here, wish it was your hand instead. fuck, it's not enough..."

his lips part again, and you can hear the faintest whimper escape him, the sound making you bite the inside of your cheeks. and it’s so quiet, so breathy, that you bring the phone closer to your ear without thinking, embarrassingly desperate to hear more. it’s enough to make you press your thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there.

but you can't seem to tear your eyes away for long as he shifts slightly, his hips arching up a little more, his movements becoming more erratic. and when you hear him whisper your name—over and over, like he's pleading, like he's praying-your throat goes dry, and your hands start to tremble.

“look at me, baby, look how fucking hard you make me. this is all your fault,” you hear his panting get louder in the background, matching the pace hes palming at his cock.

then he lets out this cute, frustrated whine, almost a little whimper, when the camera slips again.

he messes with his phone a bit, like he's trying to figure out if you can see everything all while he keeps working himself, the slick sounds of him jerking off growing more erratic by the second.. then, you catch the way his shirt rides up and thats what does it for you.

if this is what he wanted to achieve then he did it because you really, really want to get home to him as fast as you can just to pull that shirt up the rest of the way and trace the lines of his stomach with your fingers, to feel that little pink gem that pierces his belly button against your palm.

you wet your lips nervously, shaking your leg, hunched over your phone— he was so effortlessly pretty. his muscles are just barely visible and the subtle lines of his abs tense then relaxing with each shaky breath he takes in.

"you just had to go out tonight, didn’t you?" his voice is suddenly low and husky, a sulky edge to it that makes you narrow your eyes. is that what this is about?

“left me here all alone, like i don’t even matter, like you don’t care how bad i need you.” he huffs, a frustrated little sound that’s almost drowned out by the rustling of the sheets as he squirms on the bed, trying—and failing—to keep the camera from shaking. “wish you were here, going fucking crazy without you—ngh-”

you hear a swallow, and its like hes trying to keep his moans in check—you chew harder on your bottom lip. a part of you is worried that he genuinely believes that he doesnt matter to you, but the other part of you, the hornier one, is completely consumed in the shitty, low quality video to even care.

“please, just come home to me, please… i need you so bad—m’yours, all y-yours..” you notice his words are starting to become slurred, and your thighs rub together almost unconsciously in realization, trying to relieve some of the pressure building up inside you. you know hes playing on you weakness, and hes got you where he wants you.

god, i’m so fucked, you think, but you can’t stop.

firstly, it wasn’t fair, what he was asking of you—you’ve been using up all your time with him and the second you do something for you, he acts up? and you’re also a little frustrated at the fact that hes not letting you see his pretty dick in full—hes very clearly pushing you to the edge, holding back, waiting for something—for you. you think as if hes imagining your voice telling him what to do, instructing him to keep it at hold.

because how else is he not cumming already?

you know you should stop, should put the phone down, but you just can’t. you’re too hooked, too caught up in how fucking pretty he looked, how desperately he was begging for you. he knew exactly how to get to you.

“please, baby, please,” he whined, his voice getting high-pitched, his hips thrusting up into his fist. “need to cum so bad… fuck, i-"

in a panic, you click your phone shut, the screen going dark in an instant when you recognize the sound of the bathroom door creak open.

“hey, you okay in there?” the voice is familiar, and relief washes over you when you realize it’s one of your friends. at least it’s not a stranger.

“yeah!” you blurt out, probably a little too loud. you cringe at the sound of your own voice, trying to sound more casual. “i’m fine! just… just need a minute!”

you try to keep your breathing steady, praying she doesn’t push any further.

“okay, just checking!” she finally responds. you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

you listen carefully as her footsteps retreat, the door creaking open and closing behind her as she leaves. you quickly open your phone back up, your fingers still shaking as you pulled up your messages. you tell yourself you won’t watch the rest—you need to have some control, especially when your underwear is already embarrassingly wet.

what are you doing?

…is all you could muster up as a text.

you barely have to wait. the three little dots appear almost immediately.

miss you so much... just wanted your attention : (

before you can even think of a response, another message pops up— one that has your brain go blank again.

did it make you miss me?

note: dont know if this was exactly what you were looking for but ive been meaning to write a scene like this for soo long and i feel like toxic needy gyu works just perfect for this haha anywayyy send some more sub txt stuff i live for it

[shes-an-odd-bird]

Hi! I have a request, and it’s not my usual character analysis or anything smutty. I was wondering if I could request a scenario where Billy comforts his girl when she’s feeling off? like when nothing she does seems right, she can’t say the right thing, and she’s just exhausted to the point of tears. Maybe she’s curled up, feeling small. I’m really going through it right now, and I’d love to see how he would handle that. Thank you!

-🌷

Hi 🌷

I’m so sorry you’re feeling off, but remember we all have those days. I just wrote you this little ditty so I could get it to you asap. Hope you like it and I really hope you’re feeling better today

Title: I'm Not Going Anywhere, Baby

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Just a fluff little oneshot of Billy comforting reader

My Masterlist in case you need more Billy

He sees you. Coming out of the big brown doors of Hawkins High as he waits by his Camaro to take you home. Something Billy does everyday, you two have been dating quite a while now, to the serious displeasure of most of the girls in your classes. They're jealous. But you're not thinking about that right now. You're tired. So glad this school day is officially over. You've been feeling down this whole week.

Billy stands there, watching you heading in his direction. Today there’s something different, something in your posture, in the way you seem so small, almost like you're going to disappear among the crowd of people around you, all exiting the doors at same time. He sees it immediately. Something in your expression.

He strides closer, meeting you halfway, you're not wearing your usual beautiful smile. Something he’s grown to look forward to. Makes this shit school day worth it, just seeing your pretty face. His tongue swipes across his teeth under his closed mouth, his eyebrows furrow together softly. It's clear there's something wrong, something off.

"Hey, beautiful," something he says every time he sees you. Feels it too, you're the most beautiful thing, hates seeing you upset, or sad. Hits him deep in his chest.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks quickly, his thick fingers tilting your chin up, so he can see in your eyes, they never lie. He's suddenly angry someone did something to you, said something to make you feel bad, he feels a rush of protectiveness, like he's ready for a fight, whoever is giving you hard time, he’s ready to kick their ass, anything for you.

You don't speak, just crash into his broad muscular chest. His arms instinctively wrapping around you. Just seeing him and everything floods to the surface, every emotion, every overwhelming feeling about this day, this week.

"Come on, baby, let's sit somewhere quiet, k?" He looks around, still ready for a fight. Normally he would just sit with you in his car, but you're stuck to him like glue right now, so he sits you two down on a bench, hidden under a willow tree. A little spot most people don't even know about. The whole time keeping you tucked against his side. Your face shoved into his shirt, the scents of Aramis and cigarettes flood your nostrils. It's comforting. It’s Billy.

"What is it, baby? Who the fuck do I need to punch?" He says to your hidden face.

"No one, I mean... I don't know, Billy, just feel off lately, like I can't do anything right." You mumble against him.

He just holds you close. "S'okay, baby, you don't have to be perfect all the time, ya know that right?" He's looking down at the top of your head. Knows sometimes you push yourself too hard. Judge yourself and everything you do. Doesn't understand it, because you're perfect. At least that's what he thinks. He rests his chin on your head, taking in the soft scent of your shampoo.

"Everybody’s got off days, babe, doesn't mean you can't do anything right, just means... I don't know ... you're human." He rubs his hand slowly up and down your back.

He manages to find your chin hidden deep against his hard body, and lifts it, presses his forehead to yours. His blue eyes soft. "Listen to me," (he says your name) I love you baby, you're the most amazing person I know. You're like... everything I'm not. Smart, funny, sweet, kind... baby, whatever you're feeling right now it's just temporary. Like, just a moment in time, right?”

You crash your face back into his muscular chest and burst into tears. Suddenly overwhelmed by nothing in particular. His hand cradles the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. He's never been good at comforting. All he can do is just sit here with you and hope it's enough.

"Everything I say is so stupid, Billy." You say through your tears.

"Nah, I promise you, just being too hard on yourself, sweetheart. I mean, have you heard the shit that comes out of my mouth?" He says, swirling strands of hair through his fingers.

You cry even louder and he smiles softly.

"Yeah, let it out, love. I gotchu, I promise." He murmurs softly against your hair. You feel his words rumbling deep in his chest, your face pressed tightly against him, like you're hiding yourself from the rest of the world, safe, nestled as close as possible. He doesn’t think he’s good with words, but him just being here soothes you deeply. More deeply than he will ever know.

He rocks you softly as you continue to cry into his shirt. He just lets you. Wishes he could take you to the beach. Everything about it, from the sound of the waves to the salty air comforts him and it's the only place that ever brought him peace, just knows you would love it too. Wishes he could show you his favorite spots, where he used to go to just... be.

Once your tears start to soften, he tilts your chin up again, cupping your pretty face. His eyes soft and almost tender. You know this side of him. A side he doesn't show to anyone. Just you. Which is why you love him. Why you two have been together so long. So gruff to the rest of the world but he has this softness to him, this tenderness. He brushes your tears away with his thumb, kisses your forehead, not telling you that your face is a beautiful mess right now and that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Feels it deep in his chest though, this ache for you. Like he wants nothing more than to take care of you. Make you happy. Make it so you never hurt again.

"There you are, my beautiful girl." he smiles softly, then catches a glimpse of his t-shirt, which is covered in mascara, snot and tears. He chuckles "Didn't really like this shirt anyway." He jokes, his beautiful blue eyes light up and sparkle in the dappled light under the willow. A small giggle escapes your mouth. You can’t help yourself. He cups your face with both of his big hands, dwarfing you, then uses both thumbs to wipe away your remaining tears. "Better now?"

"You always make me feel better, Billy." you say honestly. Because he does. It's not so much what he says, but just his presence. Having someone here who loves you. Who genuinely cares about you. A rock in this stupid messed up world.

"You my girl?" He asks, looking down at you.

You nod yes and smile softly. "Always, Billy."

"You know, doll, I get it. Trust me, I do. For what's it's worth, baby, I'm right here and I'm not goin' anywhere, I promise." He smirks, but he's very serious. You've known him long enough to know he means what he says. Know he’s here for a long time, here to love you.

He smiles down at you and you back up at him. His leans down, his lips touch yours softly. It feels like coming home. Like finding a piece of yourself that you never knew was missing. Even though life can be overwhelming, and some days you both feel off, at least you have each other, and in this world it's the one thing that makes sense to you, one thing that makes everything seem worthwhile, one thing that makes you genuinely happy.

"I got an idea, baby, what do ya say we sneak off tonight and go lay under the stars at the quarry? Just me and you, sweetheart." He knows it's not the beach, but it's the closest thing you've got here in Hawkins for gazing at the stars and decompressing after a long week.

"Sounds perfect, Billy." You smile as his hand finds yours, his thick fingers interlacing with yours, giving your hand a soft little squeeze, like a quiet promise that's he's here for you, always, as you walk to the Camaro, feeling much better than you ever thought you could.

If he could give you the world he would, but for now he'll just have to settle for giving you the stars and a promise and he hopes that's enough to make you happy.

[rjshope]

what a fine young man

for @cosmicdreamgrl✨

[theshiniestgemstone]

thinking about head with gideon tn (save me i need him BAD) - 🌷

minors dni

gideon is def a munch

“Can you… show me how to use my mouth?” He asked, breathless. His lips are slightly swollen from the nearly thirty minutes of kissing you'd been doing.

You nod. “Yeah, if that’s what you want. I’m not-“

“And I don’t expect you to either. But I do want.”

You swallowed. “Okay.”

The exchange was wordless. He helped you out of your jeans, his eyes widening at the white cotton underwear you wore. Gideon ran his hands slowly over your thighs a few times before hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down. You adjusted your body on the mattress before bringing your knees up. He ran gentle hands over your thighs. You parted your knees slowly, never having been this exposed before.

"Wow," he breathed.

"Give me your hand," you instructed.

He obeyed immediately, breath hitching as you guided it to your inner thigh.

“Start here,” you murmured. “Girls like a little teasing.”

Gideon nodded, his fingers brushing over your skin with a featherlight touch, like he was trying to memorize every inch. His eyes flicked up to yours, searching, asking if he was doing it right without needing to speak.

"Then you can go higher, until you get there."

"Where?"

Your thighs twitched when the pad of his finger landed over your clit. “There."

“Is that okay?” He asked, pressed slightly harder.

You huffed out a little chuckle. “Be gentle. Whatever feels right.” You felt your face burn. “I usually go side to side when I… touch myself, but whatever feels natural.”

Gideon cleared his throat, running his finger over your clit a few times. He lowered his finger to your entrance, catching some of your arousal to make it easier. You whimpered at the smoothness of his movements.

"Just like that, Gid," you whimpered.

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking up to watch your expression. “Is that okay?” he asked, voice low and unsure.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to suppress another soft moan. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re doing so good.”

The praise made his cheeks flush pink, but he didn’t stop. If anything, it spurred him on. His fingers moved in gentle, deliberate patterns, slow at first, then adjusting with each breath you took. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the part of your lips, the way your thighs trembled slightly beneath his touch. He wasn’t just touching. You could tell he was listening, learning the language of your body without you needing to say a word. When you whimpered or shifted your hips, his fingertips would adjust, circling with a little more pressure or slowing just enough to tease. It was patient and careful, like he was discovering something precious he didn’t want to damage, and every small gasp or stuttered breath from you was etched into his memory like scripture.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, like he was saying it more to himself than to you. “You make it hard to think.”

His breath was hot when he neared, making you still. His tongue made contact with your bud and you cried out, placing a hand over the one he had spread over your thigh. He worked slowly, experimenting and trying his best to mimic what he'd done with his hands. You whimpered, feeling an unfamiliar burn in your stomach.

"Oh," you moaned out. Gideon hummed against you, making your hips buck. "Oh, please, just like that."

You felt your entire body tremble. Gideon pulled away, his eyes filled with concern. Without anything more than a whimpered plea, you placed a hand over the back of his head to guide him back to you, wincing at the way his lips wrapped around you once again. His name tumbled out of your lips like a mantra mixed with praises and pleas. He worked a bit faster, finding his pace. One of his fingers found its way inside of you, stroking your walls gently.

"Oh, fuck!" You whined. "Don't stop, Gideon."

All at once, the world spun, your fingers clenched the sheets, your back arched, and your breath caught in your throat as the release washed over you. It was overwhelming, dizzying, almost too much. You didn’t even realize you’d squeezed your eyes shut until everything stilled again.

When you opened them, Gideon was still kneeling between your thighs, his lips kiss-swollen, eyes wide with awe

"I," you tilted his chin up to look at you, "have never done that before."

Gideon blinked, brows pulling together. “Gotten head?”

You let out a breathy laugh, still catching up to yourself. “Cum,” you clarified, swallowing hard. “I mean, not like that. I don’t think I’ve ever made myself do that. Not fully. And gotten head.”

He froze for a second, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. Processing. Computing. And then, he beamed. He tried to fight it, he really did, but the proud smile broke through, wide and boyish as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, like he’d just won the Nobel Prize.

You rolled your eyes and knocked the side of his head with your knee. “Don’t be smug.”

“I’ll try to be humble,” he lied, grinning up at you with zero humility and all the pride in the world.

You narrowed your eyes. “Gideon.”

“What? I didn’t say I’d succeed. Just that I’d try.” He flopped dramatically beside you, throwing an arm over his eyes like the weight of his own greatness was simply too much to bear.

You smacked his chest lightly. “I hate you.”

He peeked at you from under his arm, smile softening. “Nah. You just came so hard you’re confused.”

You flushed, groaning into your hands as you shoved his shoulder. “Gideon!”

And that only made him laugh harder.

[onigiri-studies]

Any recommended resources to learn german? I tried to get into studying german again after a ling time. Thank u💖

Hello! Thank you for the ask! 🫶🏻🩷✨ Here are some resources to learn German:

Textbooks

grammar

vocabulary

idioms: 1 , 2 , 3

Listening comprehension

coffee break german

coffee break german advanced

news in slow german

german stories-learn german with stories

Youtube channels

24h Deutsch

Lingster Academy

Easy german

Reading comprehension

Projekt Gutenberg (you can find many books on this platform)

[hanafubukki]

Yuu being a little afraid of being pregnant, but the world of twisted wonderland has much better healthcare and overall treats children better

They're not getting any younger and neither is Lilia, so why not have a baby before they become too old to engage and raise them?

It doesn't take long, between the prescribed gummies from Riddle (their family doctor and old friend) and Lilia's ahem- enthusiasm, they start showing signs 2 months after they popped the question to Lilia

They remember how Lilia literally flew with joy when they told him they're ready. Of course after the initial joy they started discussing how they will go on about this, how Yuu will probably need to go on a vitamin rich diet, start doing pregnant yoga and require daily massages the farther along they get.

However Yuu's pregnancy seems to get harder everyday. A fact so alarming that they bring it up at their next checkup

"well? How's everything?" Lilia asked tentatively

"weeellll...." Riddle began with a sigh as he discarded the gloves " I have some good news and some.... neutral news?"

"neutral news?"

"I'll start with the good news!" He quickly added

"Good news is the baby's healthy! The growth rate is normal and they seem to be doing well"

"and the neutral news???"

Riddle but his bottom lip wincing "Neutral news is... The babies are healthy. Plural. There's 3 in there."

"...what"

Yuu and Lilia's faces were complete opposites. Moving at the same time, Yuu's face pulled into a horrified open mouth look while Lilia couldn't hide his grin. He fixed his expression once he noticed Yuu's horror.

"Luckily, we have magic here that'll make your labour be as easy as blinking, however you'll need to eat more. The reason why you've been exhausted is because you were only eating on account of one baby, sometimes if you're not consciously aware of the fact you're pregnant the body will not experience any additional cravings. In your case, you weren't aware just how pregnant you are"

"I.... How did this even happen- I mean what are the chances????"

"are we happy with this?" Riddle asked, looking only at Yuu with a gaze that told them they're his only priority

Yuu held eye contact and thought about it.

"...Yes. It'll be difficult but I want this"

Riddle smiled at both Yuu and Lilia. After everything, they deserved this.

"Very well then! I advise investing in a pump so that can lessen your load when the babies are born. If you need an extra fridge or an electric kettle please don't hesitate to ask, I know a guy" he says with a wink

Lilia smiled, trying to tone down his excitement "we appreciate your help Dr. Rosehearts"

Riddle scoffs "Oh please we go way back. Consider this my personal 'thank you' for helping me out back then, Yuu"

As they walked from the clinic to the nearest portal Yuu could practically feel the joy radiating from their husband. It was impressive how he managed to keep a hold on them and help them walk rather than outright carrying them and flying away

They decided to break the ice "soooo?"

They hear him him take a deep breath before scream-laughing. It honestly startled them

"I GOT A 3 FOR 1 DEAL!" of course this is how he chose to express his joy

Yuu groaned " anymore of this and I'm telling grim you hid his tuna away"

"aww so mean~ can't an old man be happy?"

"you're a particularly loud old man, and I too am old with a terrible headache so have some sympathy, sir!"

"ah anything goes for my cranky old spouse"

He peppered Yuu's face with kisses before carrying them through the portal

It's a good thing they preemptively bought multiple baby clothes (mostly because Yuu was scared of leaving the baby and Lilia in the kitchen together would lead to unsalvageable tatters)

Bonus:

"Well at least now Silver, Malleus and Sebek won't need to fight about being the favourite older brother"

"let's not kid ourselves batsy, they will still engage in petty competition"

"but we did kid ourselves.... 3 times kfufufu"

"no more cuddles for a week"

"wait no-"

Hello Anonie 🌷💞💚

THERE WAS 3!!! 😆😂 not only was lilia enthusiastic but so was his seed it seems omg 😆

Which makes sense because bats do tend to have more than one at once.

Everyone gets a baby! One for brother mal, one for brother sil, and one for uncle sebek. 🥳🥳

You get a baby and you get a baby and you and you 🤣

Riddle is so sweeettt 😭😭💞💞 I’m so happy. He’s attentive.🥺🥹

…”3 for 1 deal”!!!!! LMFAOO I’m crying 😂

This was adorable. 💚

[sapphicdesiress]

(pictures are not mine/me!)

Welcome to my blog, my loves 🤍

My name is Aurora, but you may address me as mommy or ma'am

About me:

- 24 year old dominant femme

- Verse

- She/her

- Femme4all with a very unfair lean in the femme direction

- I've found that I align with the title of a mommy domme the most, so that's what l'll be identifying as on my blog. I respect my title, the BDSM community and the commitment that comes with being a dominant. With all that said, fake and toxic dominants/submissives/bdsm members are not welcomed here.

- Single, and not looking to claim/be claimed

Kinks:

Bondage, overstimulation, edging, humping, biting, consensual non-consensual (cnc), mommy kink (title), guided masturbation, spanking, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, corruption, marking, praise, strap-on, punishments, rewards, nipple play, soft somnophilia, soft pet play, breeding, ruined orgasm, role play, semi public sex.

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Gore, piss, scat, vomit, incest/fauxcest, ageplay, needle play, abdl, feet, feedie, hard impact (anything that leaves more than scratches or red marks), race play, anything related to minors, pregnancy.

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[adilynnyuri]

how to manifest desired body?

you already got it my love. Decide the fact that you got it and don't contradict your assumption. Simple like that.🌷 ° ͜ʖ ͡ -

With lots of love,

ADILYNN YURi🤍🌷

[joanna-lannister]

What are your fav Jonsa fics (be it canon divergent or modern au or other au)?

Okay, so I haven't read a Jonsa fic in a few months, but I do have those ones that I remember loving:

Too Close For Comfort by noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth

(this is the last one I've read and I really loved it)

Out of Desire by GreenHikingBoots

You bastard! by Queenofthebees

Princess Furball by WendyNerd

Redefining Family by just_a_dram

And also, I have this one open in my tabs:

The Nature of a Marriage by DottyDot

Also, I advice you to check @esther-dot who has amazing lists of fanfics for Jonsa, that go from Modern AU, to Essos AU, to other's POV AU.

[ask-the-flower-kids]

Is this the first time a wolf has entered your garden?

🐺

Ashley: "Uhmm, yeah. W-We've seen bunnies and a few squirrels in our garden, but never a wolf...."

[hyewka]

I think a lot about sub!soobin with edging AND overstim

can you imagine the mess he would be while being edged for hours, just to be overstimulated right after he cums?

I'll not elaborate, just THINK

moving your hand slowly, torturously slow, as you watch soobin unravel, writhe beneath you. a mess, all 6ft of him sprawled out under you, looking utterly spent. his body slick with sweat, muscles twitching uncontrollably, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glazed over and heavy lidded, bed soaked with sweat and precum, completely overwhelmed, overheated.

“please, please… i can’t—” his voice breaks off into a whimper as you squeeze just a little tighter, your thumb brushing over his sensitive cockhead, making him buck his hips desperately into your hand. “please, i need to—a-ah, can’t take it, can’t”

soobin whos been nothing but compliant, so willing to abide to every command you give him, is completely exhausted; even then, his legs still twitch as if hes trying to flee, reduced to the mouth-blabbering whore in front of you, completely lost in the torture you’ve been going at for hours, haze of esctasy clouding his mind making it impossible for him to make a single complete, coherent sentence.

"you've been so good, so obedient, haven't you?"

he nods weakly, his movements sluggish as if it takes all his remaining strength just to respond. "y-yes... so good..." his voice is barely a whisper, broken and hoarse from all the pleading and whimpering.

"such a good boy," you continue, your hand gently brushing through his sweat-dampened hair, and he leans into the touch, desperate for any form of comfort, for your approval. "poor baby, you've taken everything i've given you, haven't you?"

"yes... all of it..." he breathes out, his words slurred, like he's on the brink of passing out, yet still, he clings to your praise, the need to please you deeply ingrained in his very being. "i'll... i'll take more... anything.. just...just—just for you.”

you smile at that, tighetning your grip around his shaft, feeling it pulse in your hand as you quicken your pace just enough to push him to the edge, obscene sounds of squelching growing louder and more frantic. “you know what i want, don’t you?”

he groans, his head falling back against the pillows as his hips jerks up into your fist. “y-yes… i know… please…”

“want to see you make a mess for me, bunny. can you do that for me?”

his answer was a choked sob, his body straining as you pushed him further and further— you could feel him starting to shake, his body on the brink of breaking down completely, and that’s when you finally let him have it.

all it took was you leaning towards his tip, giving it a kitty lick and soobin’s entire body convulses as he finally, finally tumbled over the edge, his back arching off the bed as he came with a loud, desperate cry. thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand, dripping down his shaft, splattering across his stomach, his thighs, the sheets. hes cumming so hard, harder than he ever had before, and it seemed like it wouldn’t stop, his body still shuddering as you milked every last drop out of him.

“fuck, fuck, i’m—i can’t, it’s too much, too much—” his voice high-pitched, frantic, as you kept going, your hand still moving in the same pace, watching as more cum spurted out. his mouth falls open, and all that comes out are incoherent, broken sounds, a mix of whimpers and sobs, his mind too fogged with pleasure and pain to say anything more ^__^

[canisalbus]

Compliment barrage! Your pose work is such a pleasure to see, your colors are so so good, you kill it with the expressions every time, and you’re really good at conveying the tone of each piece of your wonderful dogs! We’re all so lucky that you continue to share your art and your descriptions of them with us :)

Have a great day!

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[rodolfoparras]

OOOOO I AGREE

like, yeah, mike is most definitely a stubborn guy

definitely a brat that is vehemently against submitting, at least at first, because he believes that it's his duty to take care and give, since it's all he's done his whole life

but a part of him really wants to submit, to finally have a break from everything and be taken care of, as much as his pride is against it!!!!

- 🌷

Thinking about Mike, who’s used to nip at peoples skin with his sharp words, standing his ground in every situation who thinks there’s no need for you to take care of him until you show him the opposite

Your hands are gentle as ever as they push him down onto the sheets, watching the surprised look on his face turn into one of intrigue.

There’s a smile on your face as you place the very first kiss on his neck, and you hear a shaky breath escape his lips before he utters something along the lines of “there’s no need for this”

But you ignore his words, kisses trailing down his chest, lips latching onto his sensitive numb, distinctively hearing him tell you to hurry up.

However you don’t listen to him, calloused fingers brushing over faded scars and birth marks that lay there while muttering compliments into his skin, how strong he is, how beautiful he is, what a wonderful person he is.

This time around his response doesn’t come in the form of words but rather something akin to a whine or a whimper dragged from the depth of his soul.

As you look up at him you see tears prickling his eyes, bottom lip wobbling before he manages to form some sort of response “please stop”

However there’s no real meaning to his words, just a man who’s afraid to fall apart right in front of you.

But you don’t stop muttering compliments into his skin as you slide two slicked up fingers inside of him, skilled digits brushing against his prostate til his body is quaking and stomach painted in his own release.

You don’t stop muttering compliments while pressing your lips against his, hips gently rocking into him, watching the way his head trashes side to side, hands clawing at the mattress, begging, pleading for you to let him cum again.

You don’t stop whispering compliments into his ear as the two of you take a moment to catch your breath, mind still running high but body spent.

With each word you say, with each round you go, he feels more and more afloat, mind safe and body comfortable.

The only sign that he’s aware of his surroundings is the sound of protest that escapes his lips as you slide your cock out of him.

However you’re quick to pull him in your embrace, instantly silencing his whimpers.

Soon the two of you will go and get cleaned up, a new day will come, Mike will return to being stubborn as ever, claiming there’s no need for you to take care of him but just for a moment, just this once Mike allows himself to bask in the feeling of being loved and cared for.

[sapphicideas]

hear me out

edging and fingering me then making me suck on your fingers after I cum???

-🌷

oh i am hearing you out, that's sooo fucking hot. you'd look adorable sucking on my fingers

[theshiniestgemstone]

thinking about reader finding out they’re pregnant and trying to figure out a good/special way to tell gideon, so they enlist the help of amber to try and figure it out (idk i was playing the sims when i thought of this)

-🌷

love, love love

The diner buzzed with the steady clinking of silverware against plates and the low murmur of conversations blending into a comforting hum. Waitresses weaved between tables, balancing trays piled high with steaming coffee cups and greasy burgers, while the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee filled the air. The occasional burst of laughter or a bell dinging from the kitchen added rhythm to the bustling midday scene.

"Amber."

She hummed, turning to look at you. "Yeah?"

"Can I tell you a secret that no one else knows?"

Amber paused, her expression softening instantly at your tone. She set down the folded napkin in her hand and gave you her full attention, head tilting slightly. “Of course you can,” she said gently, like she already knew whatever you were about to say was heavy.

You looked around once, just to be sure. Then you leaned in, voice quiet but clear. "I'm pregnant."

Amber’s brows lifted, just slightly, surprise flickering across her face before something warmer settled in behind her eyes. A bright smile formed on her lips. “You’re pregnant?” she repeated, her voice low and deliberate, like she was locking the words in a vault.

You nodded, suddenly blinking faster than before. “I haven’t even told Gideon yet. I just… I needed someone to know first. Someone who wouldn’t freak out.”

Amber let out a quiet laugh, soft and breathy. “Well, baby, I am freaking out. Just a little. But in a good way.”

You let out a shaky breath, some of the tension in your shoulders loosening.

Amber reached across the table and took your hand. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” you said honestly. “I mean, I’m terrified. But also… kind of excited?”

Amber squeezed your hand. “That’s normal. And you told the right person. You know why?”

You shook your head.

“Because I’ve been exactly where you are. Scared and not sure how to say it out loud. But you’re gonna be okay. You’ve got Gideon, and you’ve got us. And now you’ve got me knowing before Jesse, which I am going to lord over him for the rest of our lives.”

You laughed, tears stinging your eyes. "How did you say it out loud, like to Jesse?"

Amber gave your hand another reassuring squeeze, her eyes twinkling with the glow of memory. “I told him the first time through the stall door of our high school,” she said, shaking her head with a chuckle. “I was crying, all blotchy and panicked, and he thought I’d gotten in a fight or something. I couldn’t even say the word. I just held the test results from the doctor through the crack in the door. And you know what that idiot said?”

You blinked, waiting.

“He goes, ‘Oh shit, Amber! You passed! I thought you hated science.’” She snorted. “Bless his dumb little heart. Took him a full minute to realize what kind of test it was.”

You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, tears still brimming in your eyes but edged now with something lighter.

Amber smiled fondly. “With Pontius, we were at this beautiful little restaurant. Candlelight, white tablecloths, all that. I’d planned this whole speech. I was gonna slip the sonogram into the dessert menu or something cheesy like that. But then he kept going on about the rising price of brisket and how nobody respected pastors anymore, and I just blurted it out. Loud. Whole table next to us heard.”

She paused, eyes distant, full of affection. “He dropped his fork and started crying. Right there. Cried into his sweet tea for like ten minutes.”

You felt yourself grinning through your nerves. “And Abraham?”

Amber rolled her eyes, laughing again. “Abraham, I mentioned it to him over breakfast while I was buttering toast. He gave me a high five. Said ‘good job’ like I’d won a radio contest.” She leaned in a little. “And then he took a bite of his eggs like it was any other Tuesday. Men.”

Amber was still laughing softly when you reached into your bag, fingers fumbling just a little as you pulled out the folded envelope. The edges were a little creased from how many times you'd looked at it, how many times you'd picked it up and put it back down again, waiting for the right moment. You slid it across the table, tapping the top with your nail like it was nothing more than a receipt.

Amber opened it slowly, carefully, her lips parting when she saw the black and white images inside. Her eyes flicked to you, wide and already misty.

“I can’t believe he hasn’t figured it out yet,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady under the weight of it all. “I start every morning hunched over the bathroom sink, dry heaving like I’ve been poisoned. And he just knocks on the door like, ‘you good in there, babe?’ Like this is just how I start my days now.”

Amber burst into laughter, covering her mouth as she looked back at the sonogram. “He really hasn’t noticed?”

“No!” you said, exasperated but smiling. “He offered me a sausage biscuit last week and I nearly threw it at him.”

“Oh honey,” Amber wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, shaking her head. “He’s gonna lose his mind.”

You nodded, heart thudding. “Yeah. I know. That’s what I’m scared of.”

She reached across the table again, her hand warm over yours. “Then I’ll be right here when you tell him. And if he passes out, I’ll make Jesse catch him.”

You grimaced. "I love you guys, but I don't think I can have y'all there. I want him to think he found out first. Like a prize for being the one to knock me up." You took a sip of your milkshake.

Amber laughed, loud and delighted, leaning back in the booth like you’d just told her the best joke she’d heard all week. “Oh my God, you sound like Judy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Low blow.”

“I mean it in the best way,” she said, grinning as she stirred her iced tea. “That kind of chaos takes skill. So what’s the plan, then? Gonna tape the sonogram to the fridge and wait for him to notice?”

“I thought about that,” you said, chewing your straw for a second. “Or maybe hiding it in a book. Something dumb, like Parenting for Dummies."

Amber snorted, nearly spitting her tea. “Please do not put that in his Bible. I beg you.”

You raised your hands in surrender, smirking. “I was leaning more toward tucking it in the visor of his car, maybe. He’s always flipping it down to check his hair when he thinks I'm not looking.”

“Oh, that’ll do it,” she nodded, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “He’ll freak. He’ll think he’s hallucinating. You better record it.”

“Obviously.”

Amber leaned forward again, more serious now. “You sure you’re okay? Really okay?”

You hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yeah. I mean… everything’s different now. But it feels like the right kind of different. Like a weird, freaky blessing.”

Amber squeezed your hand again, eyes warm. “Then it sounds just like a Gemstone baby to me.”

+++

"Baby, what's this?"

You popped the sucker out of your mouth with a soft click and looked up over the top of your magazine. Gideon was sitting across the couch, brows furrowed, holding up the pale yellow onesie between two fingers like it might disappear if he blinked. The little sun on the chest smiled up at him.

You paused, then slowly sat up straighter on the couch, heartbeat already in your throat. “Uh. That is… a baby onesie.”

Gideon blinked at you. “Yeah. I got that much.”

You hesitated, then added a little sheepishly, “Amber bought it. Said she was obligated to spoil this baby. Her words.”

He looked from the onesie to you, eyes widening. “This baby?”

You nodded slowly, lips pulling into a nervous, soft smile. “Yeah."

He stared for a beat. Silent. Processing. Then he blinked again. “Wait. What baby?”

You nodded again, heart thudding against your ribs. “Gid, the sonogram has been on the fridge for days now."

He ran a hand through his hair, tears glistening. "I thought that was a friend's or maybe inspiration. You've been attacking me day and night."

You couldn’t help it. You laughed, full and surprised, pressing your face into his shoulder as your cheeks went warm. “Attacking you?”

Gideon held the onesie to his chest like a peace offering, eyes wide and still glistening. “You have! I mean, not that I’m complaining, but baby, I thought we were just in, like… a really intense honeymoon phase!”

You pulled back just enough to give him a look. “You thought I was dry heaving every morning and still jumping your bones because of what? The new vitamins?”

He blinked. “...Kinda? They're women's vitamins and I thought- I should really take biology again, right?"

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face, laughing anyway. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I live with you, and I missed this?” he said, looking back at the fridge like the sonogram might jump out and slap him. “God, I’m such a dumbass.”

He made a breathy, stunned noise in his throat and scooted closer to you.

You tilted your head, smile widening. “I was gonna tell you. I just… figured I had a little more time before laundry day.”

He looked down at the tiny onesie in his lap, then up at you, completely dumbfounded and already misty-eyed. “You’re serious?”

You gave a slow nod and unwrapped your legs from beneath you, shifting over to wrap your arms around him,

“Two and a half months,” you whispered. “Give or take. That’s why I’ve been dry heaving every morning. Thought you would’ve caught on by now.”

“I thought it was the new vitamins!” he half-laughed, half-sobbed. “Jesus, baby, I’m gonna be a dad?”

You reached out and took his hand. “Yeah, you are.”

And just like that, he was wrapping his arms around you, pressing the onesie between your chests as he pulled you close. A muffled, awestruck laugh left his throat as he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and temple.

“I’m gonna frame this stupid little thing,” he said into your hair, voice thick. “I swear to God, I’m gonna hang it right in the living room."

You furrowed your brows. "Baby's gonna need that, y'know."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But still, every time I look at it, I’m gonna remember this moment. Us. The start of all the love and sleepless nights."

You laughed, feeling the weight of it all settle between you like a promise. “Me too, Gid. Me too.”