#sweet anon💕

[certainty2witch]

I absolutely love you crocodad art ! May I ask for some HC about crocodile and baby luffy ? Or a little sketch ?

Thanks for all your marvelous art 💕

Sorry it took a lot because I wanted to draw something too! In the end I decided to do both 😊 hcs + sketch!

Thank you! ❤️ It always makes me so happy knowing my crocodad art is loved 🥹

For the hcs, I’ll expose the ones from my revolutionary croc au:

-Is Croc the one that stays the most with baby Luffy. It was his decision. Dragon is pretty busy, since is the supreme leader.

-They have a really deep and special bond, since the day Luffy was born.

-Croc gave a cute babanawani plush to Luffy and he can’t sleep without it!

-Croc never wears his hook when is around Luffy, he doesn’t wanna risk to hurt his baby.

-Croc built sand castles and other sand objects or animals just for Luffy entrainment. He uses in general his power for his kid, also for saving him sometimes… Luffy loves risky things.

-Due to their bond, Croc always understands his baby needs.

-Luffy can be exhausting, but Croc can’t be tired of him. Nothing will ever change his love for him 💞

-Croc doesn’t have milk, so he uses a baby feeding bottle. And is better for Croc, Luffy’s appetite is extreme even as a little baby!!

-Be nice around Luffy, or Croc will do everything for destroying you 😳

If I’ll remember/create something more, I’ll add it in another post!

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Thanks again for the ask, you were so kind dear anon❤️

Remember i love asks and you can ask for anything!

I also accept art suggestions, and if i like the idea, I’ll draw it. But they must be about Crocodile, Dragon, and their family in general pls (also other revolutionaries can be present, or Luffy’s siblings (ace/sabo or my ocs)

[ladyveronikawrites]

🫂☕ *makes you hot cocoa and wraps you in a warm blanket*

😭😭😭ty sweet anon, I've been thinking warm and cozy thoughts today

[baby-yongbok]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do fake texts of “skz when they find out from another ember you like them” have an amazing day and thankyou for all your work❤️

❤️ SKZ!Fake Texts - Finding out that you have a crush on them from someone else❤️

Genre: Fluff with some spice

✨️Masterlist✨️

Warnings: Seungmin's texts are suggestive for just a split second, Playful mentions of wanting to unalive yourself, playful mention of planning to unalive or fight the members, Jisung is cringe asf

Chan

Lee Know/ Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N/ Jeongin

[merakiui]

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i luuuuuuuuv ur writing. can i plz be sicko bite💕 anon ?

HIII!!! (〃´𓎟`〃) thank youuu!! You can absolutely be sicko bite 💕 anon! I look forward to seeing you in the inbox~~

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Hear me out on this one! A cute secret date turn relationship with Billy x fem reader. He doesn’t want people like his dad or Tommy getting in the way with his time with his girlfriend. You can write it however you pls!

Hope you like that idea, thank you 😊

Hiiiii!!! I’m sorry this sat in my inbox for so long!! I’m finally catching up on all of my requests, and this one is so cute! I really appreciate your patience, and I hope you like it! We're feeling fluffy with this one today 💕 | Master List 📖

You weren’t sure what a date with Billy Hargrove would entail. You had heard the rumors about the new King of Hawkins High – how he took a different girl home every week, and his sleek, blue Camaro was permanently parked out at Lover’s Lake. You were shocked that Friday when you were alone in the auditorium running through light cues, and Billy approached you.

“Tommy’s not here,” you called to him as he walked down one of the aisles. Tommy Hagan had been charged with sweeping up the auditorium during the lunch hour for two weeks after playing what he thought was a harmless prank on a freshman on the basketball team, and you were sure Billy had come looking for him.

“Is it just you in here?” His question caught you off guard, but you tried not to let it distract you from your work.

“Yeah. Did you need something?” Billy sat down in the chair next to you, and you finally looked up from your stack of cue sheets to see his signature smirk and cerulean eyes, deep like the ocean. You could smell his spiced aftershave, a hint of cigarette smoke, and the cool aroma of winterfresh gum as he leaned in closer to you.

“I just came to see if you’re free tonight.” Billy smacked his gum as he rested an arm over the back of your chair, awaiting your answer. You froze, unsure if this was a mistake or some kind of cruel joke.

“What for?” You searched his expression for any clues as to what he might be thinking, but it was unchanging.

“To go out,” he answered nonchalantly. Your breath caught in your chest, and crimson heat crept up to your cheeks.

“Like…on a date?” He had to have noticed your blushing and the perplexing look on your face, but he kept his cool completely.

“Of course.” He beamed, his blinding smile causing your stomach to erupt into butterflies.

“With you?!” Billy’s exterior cracked slightly with that question. He looked offended, almost irritated, and he started to fidget with something in his pocket.

“Look, if you don’t want to –”

“No!” You cut him off in a hurry. “No, it’s not that at all. It’s just –” He looked intently into your eyes as you tried to find the right words to explain your bewilderment. “I guess I didn’t think I was really your type.”

Billy chuckled and looked down at his shoes before meeting your eyes once more. “Well, I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I’ll pick you up at, say, 8 o’clock?” The voice in your head was screaming don’t do it; you know better, but everything else in your body reacted in the complete opposite fashion.

“Sure,” you agreed softly. Billy smiled once more before standing up from his chair, taking smooth strides toward the auditorium’s exit.

“See you tonight,” he called over his shoulder, never looking back. You heard the door close after him, and all you could do was stare wide-eyed at the wall while you tried to process what had just happened.

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Of course he brought you to some random clearing in the woods. You were sure he was either about to murder you or try to get laid, and you couldn’t decide which one was worse. You assumed a date would occur somewhere conventional, like the movies, a restaurant, or the mall – not here at…an overlook? You tried not to let your apprehension show as Billy shifted his car into park.

“Well, here we are,” he declared, opening the driver’s side door and climbing out of the car into the chill of the starry night. You were surprised again when you heard the passenger door opening just a few seconds later, and he helped you out of your seat, steadying you on the uneven ground.

“Where is here, exactly?”

“I’ll show you; come here. And be careful. There’s a lot to trip over out here in the dark,” he warned. That didn’t make you feel any better about the possibility of being murdered, but you didn’t have much choice but to hold onto his arm as he led you to a guard rail at the top of the overlook.

“Wow,” you murmured. Every single light throughout the town of Hawkins was visible from where the two of you stood, and it was absolutely breathtaking. You had never seen so many shooting stars, and the deep navy sky was littered with sparkling clusters which were usually totally camouflaged under the umbrella of downtown’s streetlamps.

“You like it?” Billy sounded hopeful, like he actually cared whether his choice pleased you, and you nodded. He let out a small sigh of relief, and he slowly took your hand from his arm, interlacing your fingers together. The setting was more romantic than you had expected, and you couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts in the back of your mind that something was still amiss.

What if he had taken you here just so no one would see you together?

What if he was ashamed to be with you?

“Billy?” The anxiety in your voice must have been obvious because you felt him tense up beside you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing at all,” you half lied. “This is amazing. It’s just – are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“What?” The hurt in his tone tugged on your heartstrings. “No…no, why would you think that?” His other hand covered the top of yours, and he turned to face you. You could hardly make out his features in the dim glow of the city lights below you, but you could feel his concern tainting the atmosphere.

“I guess I expected a date to be somewhere more public. And when you took me to a hideout in the mountains, I was worried it was because you didn’t want anyone to know we were together,” you admitted, avoiding his eye contact. His warm hands squeezed yours just a little tighter.

“Hey, look at me,” he soothed. “That’s not what this is. I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us. I wanted to be alone, just the two of us, so we could talk. You know, have real conversations. I’m so tired of my dad, my coaches, Tommy, Troy, and everyone else breathing down my neck, criticizing every decision I make.” Billy cupped the side of your face, grazing your cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want anyone getting in the way of something that could be really, really good for me.”

Your scarlet flush returned at his reassurance. You never would have dreamed Billy could be so gentle, so emotional. But he wanted to be here with you, marveling at this beauty, and it was the start of something wonderful.

“I believe you. I’m sorry for assuming. I’m just not used to things like this,” you whispered. He closed the distance between you so that your noses were touching, and you could feel his breath against your lips – a cool, winterfresh breeze.

“Do you want to be together? Like, as a couple?” Billy almost seemed nervous to ask you, but you were elated, answering him without wasting another second.

“Yes. Of course, yes.” You couldn’t stifle your grin. You felt sunshine in your chest, and you didn’t know what else to say in that moment, but everything felt perfect.

Billy leaned in slowly, his lips connecting with yours in the sweetest of first kisses. Time slowed as the two of you connected, and nothing else mattered while you basked in his warmth, stars showering overhead as the town of Hawkins slipped into a slumber below you.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Hey it's tuesday again by the way! And this time I am not sorry for bugging you unless you already did it and I just didn't find the post

YOU THREE. I adore you. I gotta be honest I was in SUCH a slump I was NOT feelin tidbit Tuesday today. but yall are so sweet for wantin to read my nonsense I pulled my ass up by my boot straps n cranked out a lil micro fic for yall. absolutely love yall 💕🧡

The porch door slams closed hard enough to make Darry jump. Though maybe that ain't sayin' much. His nerves worn down 'n shot through. Nowadays, the echoin' note of Two's unexpected laugh is enough to make him flinch. Or the absence of things he's used to. (The laundry basket is lighter now. He's never gonna get used to that feelin'.)

Pony stalks in, shoulders already drawn up 'round his ears. It doesn't take a second look for Darry to guess the way the night'll go. He kicks off his boots haphazardly in the middle of the kitchen, doesn't bother to push them against the wall.

His eyes slide up 'n over Darry once. Just enough to know it passes over his nerves, presses lightly against 'em. The kid is askin' for somethin'. A fight. An argument. To be told off. God knows. Much less Darry. He's too tired for that. He always is. Since. Well.

"Hi Pony." Soda calls through the doorway, glancin' off the TV playin' some rerun movie. He's got his knees all pulled up into his chest, head laid down on 'em. Soda's quieter. Since.

"Hiya, Soda." He's not lettin' it get to him. He ain't. The kids in a foul mood. He's obliged to 'em now 'n then. It's fine. He wants to pretend Darry ain't there? That's fine.

"You get your test grade back, Pone?" He hopes the nickname will settle the kid's hackles. Soften the question. He doesn't want a fight. He doesn't have the energy.

Pony turns hard on his heel. Narrows his eyes hard, feelin' out for an attack. He scowls, dives a hand down into his bag 'n all but throws the test on the table.

A D. Minus. The aggravation pricks hard against Darry's skin. He needs to try harder. Or at all. He should have passed this. Easy. He knew the answers.

"Pony. Why-"

"What? What do you want me to say? I'm sorry? I ain't. I failed. I don't care." Darry should have expected it. He really should have. But the sudden lash of words catches him hard off guard. The familiar anger rises quickly. Like an old wound.

"You just never seem to use your fuckin'-" Darry cuts himself off. Glances through the open doorway to Soda. He's got his back all drawn up ramrod straight, pulled taut like a puppet on a string, head swiveled just enough that they can pretend he's actually payin' attention to the beach flick 'n not every careful word of the gearin' up argument in the kitchen.

"What?" Pony snaps his jaw once, impatiently. He's ready for a fight. Has been all afternoon. Patiently pushin' 'n pluckin' on Darry's last nerve 'til he snaps.

No. He isn't doin' it on purpose. He isn't. He's fourteen. 'N he's upset. Darry heaves in a deep breath through his nose. Pushes it back out slowly. Soda nods. Doesn't tear his eyes away from the tube. Tries to encourage him without steppin' in. 'Cause nothin' will make Pony snap like thinkin' Soda ain't on his side.

Pony opens his mouth again, snaps it shut. He picked that up from Dallas. Tumbles through his brain in a rush 'n he feels suddenly sick to his stomach.

"C'mon Darry. You wanna tell me somethin'? That I don't use my head? I never use my head enough for you. Nothin' I do makes you happy."

"Pony." Soda whips his head around, snaps. For a moment Pony backs down, looks past Darry 'n into the pleadin' eyes of his older brother. They weren't s'pposed to fight no more. For Soda. For all of 'em. 'Cause they had so little left.

"But-"

"Ponyboy." It falls out of his mouth harsher than he means it to. 'Cause Darry was always rough without meanin' to be. But he's sick of the kid wheedlin'.

"What? You wanna holler at me? What is it this time? Walkin' home alone? Not gettin' perfect grades?" He rounds on Darry with anger so sudden 'n sharp Darry could put a hand out 'n touch it. When had his little brother gotten so fuckin' angry? Did he do that?

"Pony." Soda half rises, a warnin' note low in his voice. But it falls on deaf ears. Pony's fists curl up 'n he takes a half step toward Darry, drawin' himself up on every inch he has.

"What? Tell me what to do to make you happy, Darry. Oh. I know. Get over it. Buck up. Just pretend nothin' happened like you?"

"Pony." The name comes out half strangled in Darry's mouth. 'Cause he did do that. He upset his baby brother. He always upset him.

"I bet you wish it had been me. Huh. I bet you wish it had been me instead of Dal or Johnny. I bet you sit up prayin it had been me." 'N the second the words are out of his mouth Pony's teeth clash back together, hands risin' to his lips like he could pull them from the air 'n shove them back down his throat.

Soda's shot from the couch at some point, hovers in the doorway, minute tremors that runs from his shoulders down his arms, rattle down his wrists. "Ponyboy."

But his name is swallowed up 'n swallowed down 'cause Darry don't holler. Don't shout. Takes a single step back 'n crashes straight down to the tile. There's a scuff by his knee. Dallas' too big boots. The scar in the grout from the chair Johnny used to occupy. The sound of Pony's voice in waves wish it'd been me, wish it'd been me, wish it'd been me.

"Darry?" Pony sinks down to his knees, Soda straight alongside him. There are hands on Darry's shoulders but he don't notice them, too busy pressin' palms to his eyes 'til stars explode across his vision. He can't cry. He fuckin' can't. Pony needs him to be strong. Pony needs him-

He doesn't. The force of it strangles off his breath. Chokes 'til he gasps for air 'n forgiveness 'n the power to change it all.

"Darry please." Soda's wrapped all around him. He can't do this to Soda. Pony might not need him but God Soda didn't deserve for him to fall to fuckin' pieces like this.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't just- I don't-"

"Shhh, Darry. Shh. C'mon. Desperate hands runnin' up 'n down his spine but when he looks up he knows his eyes are red rimmed 'n wild.

Pony. His fingers diggin' vainly, scrabblin' against the linoliem. Stock still like a doe. His brows knit together, his lips move but don't say nothin'. A faint noise. Somewhere strangled deep in his throat. He sounds so, god. So young. Where had the time gone? Could he go back? What can he give? To go back?

"I love you. God kid I love you. I don't know what to do." 'N then he's rockin' back with the force of Pony hittin' his chest, curlin' into his arms 'n the memory of that kid that begged Darry to read him to sleep 'n who buried his head in Darry's neck when he skinned his knee is still there. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

"No." His fingers knot in Darry's shirt 'n he presses his face so hard into Darry's neck Darry can feel his eyes as they flutter, the tears hot down his cheeks. "I'm sorry."

"I know." 'N then he's got Soda scooped up in his arms too, both his kid brothers pressed close 'n it hurts. God. Maybe it never stops hurtin'. Maybe they'll have the same argument a thousand times. Maybe tomorrow or next week or next month they will snipe at each other again. There will always be some failed test. Some shoe left in the doorway.

Maybe Darry 'n Pony will always be a lil' too alike to not fight. But he holds them close tonight. 'N makes sure they know.

"I love you. Both. I'm sorry."

[uhohdad]

cries i don't think my ask went thru i don't know how to tell when ur doing requests or whatever anyways. i love bullying soft!könig i imagine it's hard to break him down at first but he's got some weaknesses? right?. ?? i had this idea.

do you think he's into masochism. so used to pain on the battlefield and a lack of pleasure seeking back at the base its because its still work, what does he even have to do on breaks?? on leave?? is he used to the loneliness?? has he accepted it or does a piece of him still crave??? does he feel like he deserves it and it creates this twisted perversion upon himself to love how he hates the way he loves.

what if you met him at a hole-in-the-wall bar. they serve dinner and drinks and there's always someone on the stage singing a song. you go there to eat the delicious food and listen to the local artists and occasionally a drink, but you're alone most of the time.

then this mountain of a man comes in, hunched like he's trying to make himself shrink out of existence, tentatively walk up to the bar. he's obv not local. his eyes darting around nervously, orders something you can't understand, but you're feeling thirsty and the waiter hasn't come around for 30 minutes.

you saunter up to the bar and order yourself dessert and look at the stranger. he makes fleeting eye contact, maybe you smile. something draws you in. "You new to town?" you might say. he nods. you talk a little, order him a drink. maybe he's a lightweight, or you just made him feel less crazy, because now you're both back at your booth sharing the dessert you ordered, talking about how weird other people are and how it's nice to talk to someone down to earth. it's so strange and it's so nice and the night goes on, and somehow, still, you find yourself falling for This Stranger, and so at some point, one of you takes the other by the hand, you're scooting closer. some silly sense of connection makes you feel comfortable enough to let your hand sit on his thigh. he's got blue eyes. drinking you in. you start touching him under the table. rubbing his thigh thru his cargo pants, gripping your nails through and letting him lean in with bourbon-cholocate lingering in his breath and something else, something desperate. you're letting your hand slip down his pants (at some point the belt was off. and it wasn't by your doing) and palming at his swollen cock. you can feel it throb. blue eyes. you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in, trying to hide all this under the premise of vulnerability, a hug, but you know it's more. he wants something.

you let your nails graze his balls and feel them tighten. he's hot to the touch but his fingers are cold as they hover above your hand. he guides you back up to hold his cock. keep going, he urges. he doesn't have to even say it.

you're raking your nails down his pelvis to then grasp and pull his cock. pumping it with a slick hand and thumbing the tip with your thumbnail. he's trembling. his breath pitches in your ear like a barely concealed whine. don't stop. don't stop even when it hurts. you jerk him off til he cums with a shuddering exhale and his knees hitting the underside of the table. you don't stop. you squeeze and pump him with his new slick, moving faster, there's sweat on his forehead and your shirt and he's barely keeping composure as you rake red lines down his shaft as he thrusts pathetically up into your hand, overstimulated and shaking at the realization he loves it, he loves this.

do you think he's into masochism.

you come onto my blog, sweet anon, you gift me the most delicious, scrumptious, beautiful concept and smut?? you upstage me on my own blog, sweet anon??

if i wasn’t into it before, i sure am now baby 😍😍😍

this is gold top to bottom but that second paragraph is ARTTTTTT

[saryasy]

i am in love with you and you’re extremely talented gifmaker and you make fandom a better place just by existing in it

gee I wonder who this very random anon is. thank you "anon" this really means a lot. and I'm in love with you too despite not knowing who you are 🥰

[wildemaven]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNewJJPLy/

This music teacher kinda looks a little like Pedro from the back with the hair and glasses and can you imagine Joel helping with music stuff for Sarahs music performance and planning this little bit with the kids and when they’re practicing he’s always sneaking little glances at Sarahs cute teacher and ugh it’s giving romcom vibes???

I loved that video when it came across my FYP the other day!! It was so funny and cute!!!

This is such a sweet idea. I personally think Joel would be a little too introverted to take all that on in front of all those people.

I could definitely see Uncle Tommy wanting to jump in there and have fun with Sarah’s class. Because he sees it as a way to draw in all the single moms— which happens to be way more than he planned for but he’s not complaining either.

Joel is completely embarrassed but can’t blame Tommy for putting himself out there like that. He’s blushing and rubbing at his neck while he’s standing next to Sarah’s teacher in the back of the room watching this all unfold. He tries to apologize for his brother’s behavior, but she’s having none of it. She waves off his apology and tells Joel that there hasn’t been this much excitement during a recital in a long time.

Joel finds a burst of confidence and tells her how he’s the one who actually taught Tommy how to play guitar when they were younger. That his little brother picked it up quickly and used it to his advantage to get all the girls in school.

She’s asks Joel what his thing was. He gives her a puzzled look and she phrases her question— What had the girls fawning over you in school? He gives her sheepish grin and tells her he didn’t have a thing. He was too reserved to get much attention from anyone. She smiles at him sweetly and gently bumps his shoulder with hers when she says, Well, you’ve had my attention for a while. 😉

Thanks so much anon for sending this in! And thank you @gnpwdrandsnshine for aiding in this little thing 💕

[certainty2witch]

Heya there, Could you please share your crocodile and luffy headcanons +pregnant croc please?👀👀👀🙏🙏

Thank you Thank you!!!😭😭💞💕💕

Sorry for the late reply! But here i am!

Since you didn’t mentioned if you want to know that about my au or the canonverse, I’ll talk about my Revolutionary Crocodile au only, since in the canonverse Croc left newborn Luffy into Dragon’s arms (literally), and all the context, during the pregnancy and after, is pretty sad I prefer to tell just my au.

But if you are curious about the canonverse anyway, just ask for it! And I’ll share it in another post.

Let’s start!

I’ve shared time ago this Croc and Luffy hcs in this post, that also has a draw 😊 so just click it and read what i said there!

I just wanna add:

- When Luffy said that he wanted to become a pirate to his daddies, Crocodile put his hand on his shoulder and said him: “Go and make me proud”.

- (connect to the one above) Crocodile totally supports his son goal, and hopes he will become king of pirates, realising for Crocodile the dream he had to put aside.

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Now about the pregnancy 👀

(A bit of context and then the hcs)

Crocodile had so many doubts about his situation, he surely didn’t think he could have a baby (well Iva mentioned to pay attention to that, but since never happened before Luffy, he thought was not a possibility!)

He decided in the end to call Dragon for telling him about his condition.

He was so afraid Dragon would told him that he didn’t want the baby and to be left by him. But Dragon was so happy! He loves Crocodile so much, he was busy with his duties and wasn’t present (he literally never called him, stupid Dragon) until the day they met.

The draw I’ve made for Croc confession and Luffy’s birth:

After that day, Crocodile and Dragon announced to the other Revolutionaries about the pregnancy and Iva was the most excited of all, they self proclaimed “the baby’s auntie”.

Dragon proposed to Crocodile and asked him to be a revolutionary. Croc was never convinced about that, he loved being a pirate but it was better for the baby if he would have stayed with them.

So they got married (by Kuma) when Crocodile was still pregnant.

Now the hcs!!

- As every pregnant person, Crocodile craved the worst things ever. He already loves Crocodile’s meat, but he asked to combine it with strawberry jam and whipped cream one time.

- Luffy wasn’t a easy pregnancy at all, that kid was always hyperactive.

- Dragon used to caress Croc’s belly while saying him sweet word to him and their baby. Croc loved it a lot, and one time he even cried. But he said that was because something got in his eye.

- Crocodile soon as he understood that he was pregnant, he stopped smoking. He struggled a lot for that, he needed to smoke, but he cared for his baby’s safety the most.

- Iva checked weekly Crocodile and Luffy’s conditions, and they also discovered with their powers the baby’s gender (hc i have about their powers).

- Crocodile’s body wasn’t made of sand, because his baby couldn’t survive in a body made of pure element. But he could use his powers anyway, but without transforming.

- While alone, Croc loved to put his hand on his belly and listen to his son’s movements. It was a moment just between them. He even talked to Luffy. He was so excited to met him.

- Since Luffy’s birth was getting hard, Kuma after seeing Crocodile suffering so much, he taken away his pain using his powers.

For now I’m done! Thanks for the ask 💕 and sorry again for being so late.

Hope it was enough satisfying as an answer haha

Anyway thanks for the ask, I’m always open to answer to anybody, so feel free to send me what you want.

Even art suggestions, if i like the idea, I’ll draw it.

[grannie-nasty]

Hi me again! You’re super lucky you’re good at sucking dick. I wish I was but I’m so bad at it mostly because I have a really bad gag reflex and my mouth is tiny to begin with. I’m trying my best every time I do it again and I’m told I’m doing okay but I’m just better at handjobs. Basically my partner said they prefer handjobs so I’ve just been doing them for longer. I know that just sounds like a lie and who wouldn’t prefer a blowjob but I trust they’re not lying to me!

I can totally connect with what you’re saying about a handjob getting boring after a while ago something I’ll do is stuff that mostly entertains me lol. I like when a dick is super super wet in my hands even though I’ve been told it can get desensitized if it’s too wet. I’ve been told you can’t squeeze it too hard so I love doing that and feeling it pulse in my hand. Oh! I like holding it with both hands and adjusting my position to be sitting or laying in front of them. They can be just squeezing / doing the same thing together or not. I just like a handjoh to be more than a handjob. I love kissing thighs and hips when my hands get tired.

Another thing which will just seem like stupid advice is to ask how they’d like it done or if they have any advice. My partner does it way differently on themself than I do it but even having that info is helpful so I can throw some tried and true moves in there. Some things they do I’d never even think would feel good because well I don’t have a dick. Something they recently said is when they masturbate they’ll just kind of grip the base of their cock (not too hard) when they’re pretty close to cumming so I’ve been doing that lately!

I’ve already said I like to grip it tight but I also like to be super gentle! My partner prefers handjobs to just masturbating because the fun of it is not knowing what’s going to happen next so sometimes they won’t watch what I’m doing and I’ll do everything super lightly. It’s like super high anticipation and I only touch really sensitive areas but only for a few seconds.

More stupid advice! I’m really bad at dirty talk but I’ve been getting better at it over time. I find that a handjob goes over better and it goes quicker if I whisper in my partners ear whatever it is I think they want to hear. You’re likely doing this and obviously this isn’t something that would work on everyone.

The bottom line! I think the beauty of a handjob is that it doesn’t have to be this isolated act. It can be more of like a semi messy love letter that says, “I’m listening to you and hearing exactly the way you want to be loved”. Yeah it’s just a handjob and there are other sexual things you can do but if you try out different methods it can be really fun!

This was actually kind of difficult to explain without physically showing things I do lmao and this all just sounds like useless advice but I hope any of it helped!

It did help! I am sitting seiza at your feet to receive this knowledge and looking forward to practicing later on a human subject. Thinking of it being super wet does make the prospect more appealing, and I was actually thinking a reason to perfect the handjob is that I really enjoy public sex and a handie is much easier to hide then trying to suck someone off under the table…

[tojiscrack]

I’ll never get over how comedic/dramatic this story is, that even the trigger warnings make me laugh. The Open Game’s chapter’s trigger warning said “gangs, blood” etc, and for someone who has never read your fic before, you’d think it’s something scary but no it’s just Choso trapping Gojo inside a PHONEBOX… how HILARIOUS 😭😭😭

Pure crack. Keep it up, I have never had more stitches than when I read your story 😭

liar, liar masterlist here:

it’s only ‘cause my story is available for everyone to read, including minors (i was literally a minor when i planned and started writing it) , so there’s not much to actually trigger someone when reading it 💀

and i also thought it’d be funny if it looked serious and then it’s just pure crack but that’s just me

choso trapping gojo inside a phone box was actually a traumatic incident for some ppl (gojo told me to write that otherwise i’d get hollow purpled so there’s that 😟)

i’m flattered that you find it amusing enough to drop in an ask about it 😭🫶🏽 genuinely made my day, you have no idea 🙂‍↕️💞💙🩵🤎

[kissunoo]

hello, anon here 🍓 !!

tag one of the sweetest and kindest ppl you have as your moots and explain why !

have a great day - anon 🍓 !

HIIII 🍓 anon I have sososo many sweet moots but here are some (I love all my moots <33)

@wonysmiu (shes so supportive and is one of the most interactive and lovely moots I have on here. I absolutely love talking to her 🥹 and omgg shes drop dead gorgeous)

@tsukkizui (someone who I can talk to once and immediately my mood gets better shes so funnily sweet!)

@florichae (this ones self explanatory shes the most nicest, cutest person ever I love her. words cannot describe how much I adore her, genuinely a sweetheart) ❣️

@chaeryeos (goshhh kei is just lovely in general shes funny, amazing moodboard maker and I cant see tumblr without herr luv her 🫶 I appreciate her so so muchhh)

@cwrcent (recent moot but shes so goofy and interactive. her personality is even more stunning than her pretty moodboards. 💞 i hope we continue interacting she is such a amazing person to be with!!!!)

@awwriri (I know shes on break but I had to include her. Absolutely one of the kindest and most sweetest person on here. Shes such a gem and a angel! 💕 and dont get me started on how pretty she is)

there are so many more moots, I just dont want to tag so many people !! 💗💗

[avonne-writes]

I noticed bucky has a scar above his lip that you can only see when he decides to shave his mustache down, I feel like that would be gales favorite spot to kiss him. or any of his scars from the war really, as if that alone could heal all the wounds that they both carry inside from it all 🥺

(Someone please send me a photo where I can see it 🥺)

Yes, you’re right, they both like to kiss each other's scars to comfort the other. It’s always a gesture that means "I love you. I'm here. I want to help you heal. I will hold you if you need." ❤️

[the-lonelybarricade]

I need to inject TMHWMP DIRECTLY into my BRAIN OH MY GOD youre a genius MB !!! thank you so much for this chapter what a treat

Oh my god it's my two favorite things, validation that I did an okay job AND rightful praise of the love my life MB for her beautiful genius mind 🥰

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Rubs my hands together like an evil fly, give us your thoughts on the robots

NONNIE THAT IS WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS

I HAVE TOO MANY. WE’D BE HERE FOR. A G E S…I’d be all old and wrinkly when I’m done explaining 💕👵🏾💕……..

BUT I CAN EXPLAIN A THOUGHT THAT’S BEEN CIRCLING THROUGH MY MIND FOR A BIT 🙂‍↕️💅🏾

I feel like when Orion becomes Optimus Prime, he still sees his citizens as well…his equals, right? I can see him and also asking a couple other bots to redesign the sleeping berths (IS THAT WHAT THEY’RE CALLED IDK????) to make them bigger for everyone’s new transformed figures 😚💘🫶🏾

But there leaves the question…anytime Optimus sleeps in that exact same spot he used to when he was a miner…would he just graze over the fact that his best friend was literally right across from him not even a nano-second ago? Would he just forget that not even a solar cycle ago him and his best friend participated in that stupid Iacon Race? Would he just let ANY bot take Dee’s place in that berth?

What would have happened if Orion just…listened for once?

Sure, everyone including himself and his friends would still be miners…

…But Orion would have D-16…and D-16 would have Orion.

:)