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Topic: Are Brant's chest and nips sensitive? Discuss

I would write a 5 page essay about this but I fear I might get too carried away. So, in short, it depends. They aren’t very sensitive, seeing how he doesn’t cover up too much. But I’d say, with a little tongue or teeth, most probably. Hmmm, perhaps I’m going to go write that 5 page essay….

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Going insane over your writing 😌 I love the way you write your dialogue and how you've written brant. I just wanna pick him up like a poor soggy cat and carry him around with me

Thankyewwwww :>. Trust me, half the time I have a desperate urge to just put him in my pocket or just. Nom. Him. He’s so nomnomable 😔.

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I just saw the two prev anon asks٫ Update on the wedding dress thing?

I found in on google. It’s saved in my hidden album in gallery rn 😔👍.

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Search it up٫ "Wuwa Brant wedding dress" You'll get what your looking for👍

I’m coming my bride 🏃‍♀️💨

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I was oggling looking at Brant fanart and stumbled across two fanarts of him in a wedding dress. One where it's just him and one where it's him and rover running away from the order (Rover is in a suit while brant's in a dress)

IMAGINE UR FAVS AND YOU HAVING A WEDDING

I OPPORTUNITY TO CALL THEM UR "WIFE"

BITCH WHERE?! I NEEEEEEDD. 😩😩😩😩.

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Hc: Lingyang licks people and head bumps them out of affection

I need a fanart of this that I am going to frame and hang right by my bed. Desperately.

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I was awake until 6 am to read pt.2 and you COOKED. I KEPT REREADING THE WHOLE THING!!! I first checked in٫ thinking of rereading some of your fics until I was part 2 and I THOUGHT I WAS SEEING THINGS UNTIL I READ IT! 10/10 Very romantic and hot👍

Uwaaaaaaa thanks anon <3. You had my heart at ‘rereading some of my fics’. I’ll be posting something again in a week or so :>. Glad you like em 🫶.

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Holy fuck, I’m finally done with this. I wrote this entire fic between midnight and 2 am most nights and when I tried proof-reading it, I swear I could see the words walk off the screen 😭. But this is also one of my favourite works so far so hope you enjoy :3.

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Male!Reader X Brant

***

The letter had come at the perfect time. You had been here for almost three weeks, what with all the searching for Cartethiya, being dragged around all over the place by Lupa, getting ambushed every other day by someone who had issues with either of you. It was too hectic and you were so close to the truth and Lupa seemed to have a lot on her plate too so you didn’t have the heart to just tell her that you had to leave for a while. Go do something with this issue of yours to saying no.

Then you received a letter. From the troupe. A day later, you were greeted with cheers, hoots and hugs as you crash landed into the ships deck, misjudging the drop from your flight. You mingled around excitedly, Brant materialising the second he heard your voice, standing by your side as you talked to the others. It was true they really missed you but they soon enough took their cue to leave you two love birds alone. Last time hadn’t ended the way you wanted it to. Before you’d had a chance to even make it to a room, Carlotta and sent you an SOS call, which led from one thing to another. So now was the first time you’d seen him since after your confession.

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You wanted to squeeze the man in a bear hug but he looked as if he would build a brick wall around himself if you laid a finger on him right now. You noticed that he had gone back to his awkward insecure phase. You hated yourself for having to leave almost immediately after the you confessed. But the two of you knew this was going to happen. Brant still refused to meet your eyes, and you wondered how hard it must have been for him to put up that brave, carefree persona of his for all these years.

The two of you had walked into the cabin. It had been eerily silent in the cabin compared to all the commotion outside, until he’d quite suddenly began speaking of random things. You wanted to kiss him stupid so that he wouldn’t over-fry his brain. Now the two of you stood face to face, him fiddling with his hat, still talking about all the renovations and shows they’ve had for the past couple of days, while you were busy ogling at this hot man you now called your lover.

A few minutes passed, and you realised that he was no where near letting himself out of his shell like last time, and you finally took a step towards him as he began focusing on picking at his fingernails. You called out his name softly but it was drowned out in his nervous monologue.

You took another step towards him. This seemed to snap him out of his rambling, as he took a surprised step back. You saw it in his eyes the second he realised you were quite literally staring into his soul. He smiled nervously, again fiddling with his hat. “You’re back, Rover” he mumbled.

You could see a blush spread to his ears as he realised how ridiculous that sounded. But you only returned the smile, replying with a “I’m back”. Another beat passed where he internally fought for an opportunity to break eye contact with you, but you could go without blinking for a while if you put your mind to it, apparently.

You crossed your arms. You could almost see him jumping out of his skin when you suddenly spoke up. “Take it off” you demanded, with almost a pout in your voice. He chuckled nervously, “My hat??”. You stepped closer to him, your breaths mingling. You could feel the awkwardness radiating off him . “The act. You look like I’m judging your entire career and life choices.”

He stood still for a moment, blinking at your reply. A quiet ‘oh’ escaped his lips. You waited patiently. He took off his hat, placing it on the table. Yes, that table. You were getting tempted by the devil. Then he removed his mask. You could see him contemplating about what exactly he was supposed to do to remove the facade.

He stood still for a few seconds. “You’re not breathing” you had to remind him. He took a short clipped breath, still unsure. You carefully placed a hand on his hip, the other coming to a rest on his cheek. “…Talk to me, Captain” you requested, thumb caressing the soft skin beneath his eyes. You could feel him carefully nuzzle into it.

“What is there to talk about?” A moment of déjà vu flashed through your mind. The things this man did to you. “Oh? I could go on for about an hour right now about everything I want to do with you.” This elicited a surprised chuckle and a soft flush of his cheeks. “…Go on. What’s on the itinerary?” You smiled in relief. Well, atleast he wasn’t trying to peel his nails off anymore.

“Well, for starters, I want to hold you so fucking badly right now.” You replied leaning your forehead against his. He took an unsure breath, blinking rapidly, before he slowly brought his arms up to wrap them around your neck. You carefully pulled him into yourself, the arm on his hip wrapping around him. “Okay,” he breathed out. “Go on.”

You brought your lips against his. “I want to taste you. Gods, I want to show you how much I missed you, darling.” His breath hitched against yours. “May I?” You asked gently. He whispered another inaudible ‘go on’ before you pressed your lips against his, your hand pressing the back of his neck towards you, as his hands gripped at the back of your shirt.

It wasn’t the best kiss. There was a lot of teeth clashing and nose bumping but oh dear god, to you, it was perfect. You could almost physically feel him melting into you, his shell now in pieces on the ground.

You tugged at his hair, eliciting a surprised gasp. Biting his lower lip in apology, you pressed your tongue against his, sighing softly as they swirled around each other.

Slowly, his grip on your shirt loosened, one of his hands coming up to cradle your head, pulling you closer when you would try to break the kiss. For a moment, dying by not being able to breathe because of this seemed like the most respectable way to exit this world. There was also being choked by his thighs but-

But then you remembered you had the world to save and you gently pulled away from him, pressing a feathery kiss against his cheeks as an apology when his lips followed yours stubbornly.

The two of you stood there for a moment, pressed against each other, his forehead resting on your shoulder while you carded your fingers through his hair.

It was him who broke the silence in a few seconds. “…Only a few minutes have passed. You promised me an hour, Rover.” This earned a laugh from you, and an affectionate kiss to the crown of his head. “Don’t worry your pretty little heart, darling. I’d give you so much more than my time if that’s what you wish for.”

He leaned backwards, tilting his face to look you in the eye. There was something there that told you he was serious now. “…I missed you. So much. I knew-.. We knew this would happened, but still…” his voice had lowered to a whisper at the end. You brushed his hair comfortingly, pressing another kiss to his lips, much softer this time. “I know… but we’ve each got our role to play, Brant, and… sometimes I really wish it was simply the role of lovers in this world. But remember, always, this won’t have me loving you any less, darling.” This time it was him who initiated the kiss. You could feel his lower lip trembling against yours. Your arm tightened around him, wanting to ground him to you.

Eventually pulling back again, he took a deep breath, a sweet smile finally gracing his lips. You returned the smile, your heart beating erratically at something as simple as the crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

Another dramatic beat passed, and his smile morphed into a smirk. Well, now your heart was simply malfunctioning. “Well, since you missed me oh so much, why don’t really you show me, Rover…”.

Lo and behold, foreplay time was over. It was time to get down to business.

With a chuckle from you and a delighted yelp from him, you swept him off his feet, carrying him bridal style to his room. Because you definitely didn’t want him to get splinters from that cabin table again. Kicking the door open dramatically, you spun into the room, earning a laugh from him, and gently laid him on the bed.

Going back and locking the door, you crawled onto the bed. He was laying on his back, looking at you with that lovesick look in his eyes that made you want to carve a space in your heart and hide him in it.

You leaned in and caught his lips with yours, your arm looping under his back and pulling him up onto your lap. Impatiently shrugging off his coat, his arms loosely wrapped around your neck, fingers playing with your hair as you kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

Still holding the kiss, you snaked a hand under his shirt, dragging your nails lightly down his back. You could feel him shiver against you. Your other hand kneaded at his thighs, which were wrapped around your torso. Again, being choked to death by his thighs? Best way to go.

Pulling back for breath, you latched your lips onto his nape, making sure to leave scattered red marks all over his neck and shoulders. A gentle bite behind his ear earned you a tug at your hair, causing a groan to escape your lips.

When you were satisfied with your art, you leaned back. You really wished you could paint a portrait of him like this. He was breathing softly, his eyes hooded, looking at you through his eyelashes, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Well, it seemed that your dear lover was getting impatient. Before you could commit this image into your memory in fine detail, his hands were already fiddling with your shirt buttons. You returned the favour, slipping his shirt off and throwing it off the bed.

You paused a second to admire the sight, before you unceremoniously shoved your face into his chest, earning a surprised yelp and a chuckle from your lover. “I know you think they’re comfy, but I’ll toss you off the ship if you doze off right now” he warned with a faux frown. You let out a whine, jokingly grumbling about what a tiring life you’ve led for the past few weeks and how you deserved this rest. You pulled back grinning, only after he promised he’d let you sleep on them later.

You pressed your lips against his pecs, tugging and twisting at it with your teeth, feeling the shiver up his spine under your palm that rested against his back. You leaned forward until he had his back against the soft bed, with you on your knees between his legs.

You let go of his swollen pecs with a pop, licking at them soothingly, as your hands made quick work of his pants. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as the cool air brushed against his bare skin. His thighs pressed against your sides, trying to close themselves.

You traced the blush that was spreading from his ears to his neck with your lips, sucking on his trembling lower lip in comfort. You dragged a hand down his thigh, making way between his legs, wrapping your palm around the base of his cock. You pumped it with slight force, swallowing the gasps that escaped his lips.

Your hand found a swift rhythm, pre-come beading at his tip, as you pressed a teasing finger against his slit. In a few minutes, his moans were getting unrestrained, the sounds only making your hand speed up, as you nuzzled your face into his neck. His arms were draped over your back, nails digging into your skin as he neared his climax.

He came with a soft cry, his come coating your hands and his abdomen. You let go of his cock, leaning back to press gentle kisses to his thighs, rubbing your hands against his hips to help him ground himself.

The two of you remained silent for a few moments. You didn’t want to rush him into something the two of you were doing for the first time. He seemed to be staring a hole into the ceiling and you wondered whether this was enough for today. “Captain, do you need-“ you began voicing your concerns at the same time he spoke up. “I want you inside me.”

…OH. “Are you sure, darling? We can stop here for today. We don’t-“ you were interrupted with quite a serious look. “Now.” He demanded with a whine in his voice. Self-restraint was being restrained by your hormones. You gave him a goofy smile. “Well if you insist, who am I to deny, Captain?”

You quickly, quite unceremoniously pulled your pants off, digging through its pockets to search for the lube you’d brought, because one can never be too prepared with a hot lover like him. Finding it, you popped the lid off, pouring the liquid over your fingers. You still had to make sure he was ready for this one last time. “Are you sure? We-“ you winced then chuckled as he playfully kicked you with his heel, glaring at you, as if daring you to continue that question. “Alright, alright.”

You leaned down, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “But tell me immediately if it hurts okay?” He answered with a kiss to the side of your head, and a gentle tug of your hair as a ‘go on’.

You pressed one finger inside slowly, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. Once he began squirming around, you began moving your finger, curling it around, earning a breathy moan against your hair.

A second finger followed, eventually a third, as you spread him open, looking for his sweet spot. A sudden cry told you you’d found it. You didn’t want him to come again just yet, and your fingers only teasingly brushed against that spot, as your other hand held his hips down. He whined for you to stop teasing him, but didn’t try to move his hips once you held him down.

You crashed your lips on his, sucking on his tongue in reward for being so patient. Once you decided he was stretched enough, you pulled your fingers out, his hole clenching at the emptiness in dismay.

You popped open the lube bottle again, pouring it over your cock, letting some of it drip over his hole, which twitched at the cold sensation. You really wanted to ask him if he was okay to continue, but the impatient pout he was giving you told you that he would definitely kick you off the bed if you opened your mouth.

So instead you occupied your mouth kissing him, one hand holding his thigh over your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles, as you pressed your tip against his hole. He let out a gasp as you pushed the head in, which quickly turned into a moan as you gently pushed deeper, bottoming out with a shuddering groan.

His hole was clenching around you, only relaxing as you whispered sweet nothings against his lips, reminding him to breathe. You remained still for a minute, letting him adjust to the size.

His clipped breathing evened out slowly. “…Rover…” he called out, his eyes focusing on yours. “I’m here, darling” you assured him, rubbing circles into his hips. “…hmn..I love you” he whispered, absentmindedly. You froze for a moment, which he caught onto, and you could see his nervous expression. So, before he could spiral, you caught his lips in yours.

For that moment, you forced yourself to forget all that required your attention away from your lover, choosing instead to just feel him in your arms. You broke the kiss, lips still brushing against his. “I love you too, Brant.” You could see the wetness shimmering beneath his eyes, but he smiled instead, pressing his forehead to yours in a silent promise.

The romantic moment broke when you leaned forward to press your lips to his forehead, forgetting that you were literally inside this man. He cried out in surprise, smacking a palm to your shoulder as your cock pressed into his sweet spot. He whined out your name, followed by something that sounded like ‘idiot!’.

You apologised with a chuckle, earning you another smack to the shoulder. You rolled your hips teasingly, giving a satisfied smile when he moaned, tears springing to his eyes.

You pulled back half way, and he squirmed beneath you, adjusting himself. You thrust back in, finding his sweet spot easily this time. You started off with a slow rhythm, hands gripping his hips for balance. Once he began asking you for more, gripping at the pillow, you increased your pace.

He threw a hand over his face as his tears began spilling, screaming out your name when you gripped his thighs, pushing them to his chest, driving yourself deeper inside him. You could see the faint bulge of you inside him.

“No hiding, darling” you pleaded softly, placing a kiss against the wrist covering his eyes. He pouted, but obeyed nonetheless, lifting his head to take your lips in his.

He began rocking his hips, begging you to go faster, throwing a hand over your shoulder and digging his nails into your back, letting you know that he was close. You could feel the heat coiling inside you, reminding you that you weren’t far behind either.

The only warning he gave was a loud cry of your name, before he came untouched, his come coating both your chests. Even in his dazed high, his thighs wrapped tightly around you. “Inside-come inside me? Please?” He whined.

This was enough to tip you over the edge, and with one last thrust, you released inside him, your arms giving way as you dropped your weight on him, your vision going white.

The two of you remained still, the only sounds in the room heavy breathing. Slowly, he began squirming under you, and you propped yourself on your hands.

“How are we feeling, darling?” You asked, slowly pulling out of him. He sighed ruefully at the empty feeling before answering you with a ‘sticky…’.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead head, getting off the bed to get some water and a towel. Finding these in the restroom, you returned to him.

You gently pressed two fingers back inside him, curling your fingers to get any remaining come out of him. Once you were done, you pulled the still dazed man onto your lap, back to your chest. You wet the towel, and wiped his chest, belly and thighs carefully.

Once you were done with him, you brought a cup of water to his lips which he sipped gratefully. Feeling better, he got off your lap, laying on the bed as you cleaned yourself. You flopped down beside him, lying on your side.

He turned to face you, smiling happily when you brushed his hair with your hands. “Better now?” You asked, wiggling closer to him until your noses brushed. He laughed. “Much… I love you.” He answered.

“I love you too. I’ll take it that I did a good job, Captain.” You grinned. He pinched your side playfully, chuckling. “A very good job, Rover. It was amazing… much better than I imagined.” He replied.

You stopped brushing his hair, and he looked up at your face. You propped your head on your palm. “Oh? Now I need to know how you imagined it, my dear captain.” The raging blush returned to his face, “That’s not what I- don’t tease me!” He groaned when you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Alright, alright” you soothed him, “we’ll leave it… for now.” He buried his face in your chest, and whined. “Rover~”.

You don’t know whether saving the world was worth leaving your lover’s side for.

***

Oofff we’re done 🫠. I swear I love this man so much.

@ryo0o0o @shatteredsonance @uzdahsati

There was another person who asked to be tagged when this came out but it’s not showing their user name so TwT.

Hope you liked it :>

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I read The top rover x sub brant fic at least 5 times and might i say٫ Hot 👍

Well, I am utterly pleased to inform you that I will be posting pt 2 in a few days :3.

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I have a confession to make٫ I didn't know he had pink in his hair until I looked at his face bc I was too busy looking at his boobs ✋😔

He what??… OHHHHH. Thanks for letting me know 😃…..

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I am eagerly awaiting part of the Brant fic. Also I feel like Rover won't hold back at ALL when He and Brant get on with it. Like one moment٫ Rover's acting like an animal and the next٫ he is treating Brant with care. Especially with how our dear captain won't be able to walk after all that 😏

I’m finally proudly going to say that the fic is ongoing. I’ll be done with it in a couple of days 😭✨.

Also, DUH. Rough sex and Soft aftercare is my motto. I’m also thinking of starting with a little scene where rover hasn’t been down to the troupe in quite a while and Brant starts getting all annoyed and sulky so it’s the crew who beg rover to come down and knock the miserable captain up.

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I’m gonna just have to assume it was deleted cuz I’m seeing no signs of it still existing and yes, I did tear up a tad because it was THAT good 💔

Glad to have you back, remember to take it slow no matter how much you itch, uhh idk what else to say..

Just have fun w it really, I’ll come check in from time to time. I fear I am not on this app as constantly… probably not a bad thing tho I’ve been spending my time watching different things, I just finished wind breaker and now started black clover (I’d told my friend too and she freaked because she likes the show lol (wind breaker, I mean(might also read the webtoon, I’m like 90% sure there’s a webtoon titled the same and 50% sure it’s the same darn story))). What about you, what’ve you been up to besides hibernating?

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Ohhh I LOVE black clover 😩. Wind breaker is on my to do list. I’m gonna read it if it’s the same. Besides that, I’ve been binge reading webtoons. Teenage mercenary and Lookism rn. Also, binge reading short bl manhwas because I don’t have the patience to read a long one but also my yaoi soul is deprived.

I’ll see you around anon, have a cupcake 🧁.

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Tweaking out so bad I remember vividly reading these 3 fics, 2 of standley Snyder 1 of xeno h. Wingfield, and now I can’t find them anymore I’ve been searching for soooo long and it genuinely pmo cuz they were some of the best pieces of literature I’ve read on a hooooottttt minute like I was acending even farther than I typically do reading. Like I’ll genuinely cry cuz of how good they were and now I have no access anymore…

I used google to search them up, my main acc, my secondary acc (that I barely use), I found a fic that I remember they reposted but I couldn’t find them in the repost thingy either 💔💔

I HAVE A TAG FOLOWEED THAT THEY USED TOO AND NOTHING POPS UP (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Anyways how are you… I haven’t seen you either for a hot minute ( ͒˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ ͒)

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Dude that’s heart breaking 😭😭. I would cry. Keep searching homie. It has to exist somewhere in this universe. Unless, tragically, it was deleted.

Anygays, long time no speak. Glad to have you back.

I’m finally back to writing again after like a half year hibernation 😔.

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After a long. Long. Long. Loooongggg hibernation cycle, I'm finally out from under the rock. I'm so happy I can write again. It’s a bit shorter than my usual fics but I'm getting there 🥹✨

Here's a t4t fic. I had a request for one and the anon had said the prompt could be something like the reader bullying the character in bed because he was flirting with someone else. I tried for it but the only kind of interactions I can write are either soft, sweet worshipping or fresh-outta-the-white-padded-room silliness. I cannot for the life of me be mean to my favourite characters. I'm just a must a marshmallow hearted girl 😔🎀.

Anyways, enjoy~

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It had been a few months since he’d come out to you as trans. You’d known at some point that he was, you having come out much earlier than him, but you didn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position, let alone make him confused about himself.

In the weeks that followed, there had been a lot of working things out. You had to assure him multiple times that you wouldn’t stop feeling the way you did towards him, just because you two were of the same gender now. Then there was also the idea of getting surgery.

He’d discussed about it with you for days, and especially self-conscious nights, where you’d assure him that you’d help him through the entire process, or still help him love himself if he chose not to.

In the end, three weeks later, you had held his hand the entire car ride to the hospital, comforted him when he had a slight breakdown in the washroom before the surgery, and when he returned home, you held him close in your arms through the entire night, pressing feathery kisses into his hair, whispering sweet nothings until he stopped overthinking and fell asleep.

You would never complain about any of this. The late nights where he’d have fitful sleep, the breakdowns in front of the fridge while getting something to drink as he sees his reflection, the thought of what everyone would think of him. None of these seemed troubling to you in the least.

The biggest and almost only problem you faced?… He was reluctant to have sex. You, in absolutely no way, blamed him for this. If anything, you would go abstinent for him for the entire year or two, if time was what he needed. Well, you would try. But really, seeing him finally be comfortable enough to go around the house shirtless, the feeling of his scars under your fingertips, the way he melted into you when you assured him of your devotion to him?

Yea, you wished there was Sunday mass everyday of the week because god was probably the only one who was holy enough to get these thoughts out of your head.

So, after a few months of his coming out, when he carefully placed himself on your lap, as he usually did when he was feeling self-conscious, you had wrapped your arms around him, his back to your chest, as you pressed kisses into his neck.

You had blanked out for several seconds when he’d softly asked you if you could fuck him in front of a mirror, because he wanted to see what you see.

You were all but torn between being a sweet, loving, sane boyfriend, who would gently helping him through this crisis, and being a crazy, abstinent for wayyy too long, not so sane boyfriend, who could possibly wreck him until he no longer had these thoughts. Big, existential crisis sigh.

You were a good person. Yes. You went with option number one. Looks like god was in your boyfriend’s favour today. Not that you had any complaints, he was bigger priority than the painful hard on in your pants. Big, existential crisis sigh.

———

You had him on your lap again, his thighs spread, back to your chest.

The room was quiet except for the sound of deep breaths.

Your hands were everywhere. Tracing over his scars, squeezing his hips, kneading his thighs. His head was tipped back on your shoulder, his breathing steady against your ears.

You sat on your bed, directly in front of a mirror, which you’d placed there weeks ago, using it to show him how beautiful he was, when he’d wake up some nights, teary and disgusted of himself, and would curl up in your arms for reassurance.

Now it served the same purpose, except things were getting more heated.

But for the past few minutes that you’d been holding him, and even now, as your finger brushed close to where he wanted it, he refused to look in the mirror, choosing to look up instead, or screw his eyes shut. You sighed softly. It’s alright, he could take his sweet time. You had all night, after all.

Your fingers pressed between his legs, eliciting a hitched gasp from him. He was squirming in your lap, thighs trying close, soft moans and whines slipping from him every time your fingers brushed against his t-dick.

Minutes later, when he began bucking his hips, whining for a little bit more, you gently eased a finger into his leaking hole, biting your cheek in frustration at how warm and wet it was, and the soft noises he rewarded you with.

You were all but praying to god to save that last thread of self-restraint you had left. Gladly accepting his request for more, you pushed another finger inside, knuckles deep, stretching him open for something more, although you doubted it would be for tonight. Hmm.

When you pressed a third finger, he began showing signs of reaching his climax. Still he hadn’t looked in the mirror. You used your other hand to gently cup his face. “Look at yourself, darling” you whispered. A pause, then he shook his head. “I’m scared.”

You pressed shooting kisses into his neck, thumb caressing his cheek. “I know you’re scared, love. But, what I’m seeing right now, it’s far from scary or disturbing.” Your hand trailed down to his chest, fingers ghosting over the scars. He eyes slowly trailed towards the mirror, flinching as he looked into his own eyes.

“You don’t need to be perfect. You don’t need to look like something made to be set in stone at museums… But this body? It’s not a mistake. It’s not something you need to hide.” His hands clutched at your arms, his teeth breaking the skin of his lips as his eyes met yours in the mirror. Broken sobs escaped his lips as he looked, really looked at himself through the mirror.

“You look beautiful like this. So good for me.” His teary eyes trailed your free hand as it trailed over his body, from his shoulders to his scars, over the thick of his hips around his thighs. You could feel his inside clench around your fingers, signalling that he was close.

“You aren’t perfect, love… but you’re mine, and all I see is someone who deserves to be worshiped for the rest of their life.”

He unravelled beautifully, head thrown back against your shoulder, body twitching in your arms as his thighs snapped shut, his come dripping onto your palm and into the sheets. But he was still focused on the mirror, looking at himself through his wet eyelashes as he came undone. And for once, he saw what you’ve been seeing. A tired, but satisfied smile graced his lips as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

———

You only left his side for a minute, quickly grabbing warm water and soft towels, along with his night shirt. Minutes passed in silence as you placed him back on your lap, gently cleaning him and helping him into his shirt.

After some 10 minutes had passed, he finally spoke up. “I love you. So much” he mumbled against your ear. You smiled softly. “Hmm. I love you too, darling. And I’ll help you love yourself as much as I do.”

Another beat of silence. “You know I feel that thing poking me, right?”

“Mhm.”

“…”

“…”

“You want to fuck me again don’t you, you insatiable pervert?”

“Mhm.”

“…One round. Only one round. And be gentle, I just- AAHH!”

He let out a startled yelp as you threw him on the bed, already half undressed, as you dived in head first like a thirsty man who’s been stranded in the desert for months.

“I JUST CAME, YOU LUNATIC!! SLOW DOWN- hngh- haahhH~ ❤︎”

———

Melodramatic sigh. Gimme a pretty boyfriend 😔.

Well, I’m going back under the rock. I’ll see you guys in a week or two. Tata~

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Heh! It’s me again..

don’t worry I’m not dead! Just haven’t gotten around to tumbler in some time ngl, anyways tshd is getting animated very soon and I can’t wait. I will literally bust the moment I see my king yoshiki

yoshiki the boy you are

I kept it short and simple, 🕊️

Heya. Good to know you’re alive lmao.

I saw the trailer or something for tshd a few weeks ago. The art looks so pretty but I don’t deal well with gore 😞.

It’s going on my ‘tell my cousins to watch it and explain it to me’ list.

Also. I finally started writing fics again. I don’t know whether I’m going to do all the requests or not because I feel like I need to write something of my own for practice. But at least I’ve finally started writing again 😭.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

I apologize for asking this bc im worried this question will stress you out but when are the fics going to be posted?

Have this an a apology 💐

You don’t have to apologise. I’m quite mad at myself for not posting anything in so long 😭. I had to leave writing for a while due to exams and stuff and now I can’t seem to be able write for shit. I’ve been working on a novel I’m writing as practise so I’ve started writing fanfics again only a week ago. I’ll probably be posting a fic or two by the end of this week.

Have this as an apology 🧁

[axxa-the-allikatt]

I imagine Rover looking cool and having a stright٫ emotionless٫ unreadable face and people walking by thinking he's either in a bad mood or something but in reality rover is thinking abt his night with Brant and how ethereal he looked when eye made eye contact with rover during their "multiple love-making rounds"

Rover is trying so so hard not to completely lose it and start giggling and kicking their feet thinking about Brant, because they are very much in the middle of discussing how to deal with the fractsidus and anyone would think they’d gone mad 🙂‍↕️.