#thanks for sending this in again i think i accidentally got rid of it

[nesperus]

Hello :) I hear you are open to drawing perhaps-

Teen-High-Binder Transmasc Normal? :D

you got it chief

[seokgyuu]

growing up with heeseung, jay and sunghoon you never once imagined them being anything more to you than your childhood best friends - and to some extent you're correct: they remain your gross boy best friends up until college, when suddenly things start to feel different. with all of them.

✧ heeseung x fem!reader, jay x fem!reader, sunghoon x fem!reader ✧

✧ childhood friends to lovers, fake dating trope, college setting, story begins in childhood and leads us through all the important phases ✧

✧ this work contains: intended lowercase, poor tries at comedy, simp!hee, simp!hoon & simp!jay as well as very oblivious reader, jake as the first ever boyfriend, hanni, chaewon and beomgyu have a cameo ✧

✧ warnings! mentions of bullying, smut (MDNI), more to be added if needed. ✧

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teaser

the principal's office could really use an interior designer, you think. or just a whole renovation at this point. the ceiling is showing signs of leakage, there is paint peeling off the walls behind the desk. and the desk itself, jeez, principal higgs should have gotten rid of it ages ago, you keep telling him!

“how many visits will that be for the week?” he doesn’t even look up from whatever he was writing as he says this. you shift on your seat and look to your left where jay is tapping his fingers on the armrest of the uncomfortable chair and heeseung next to him is just staring at the principal’s receding hairline. meanwhile sunghoon to your right is silently plotting your death.

since none of the boys speak up, you clear your throat.

“the fourth, sir,” you say with a smile you think is charming but it actually isn’t. principal higgs sighs and puts his pen down as well as his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“thank you, miss y/l/n,” he replies, “and how many more times are you planning to sit in these horribly uncomfortable chairs this week?”

“none, sir,” you continue, the smile still playing on your lips. the older man behind the desk closes his eyes for a second.

“you say that every time and yet here we are again. so, what did you do this time? did you accidentally fall and hit mr. park in the face again?” he looks at jay, who rolls his eyes at the reminder, “well, he doesn’t look like he got a black eye. so, what is it?” 

when even you don’t respond, avoiding the principals eyes as he opens them again and the boys are all hopeless cases anyways, mr. higgs takes a deep breath and puts his glasses back on. 

“fine. let’s see,” he pulls on the stack of papers he has gotten from his secretary and looks at it with his lips pursed. all four of you shift on your seats now.

“alright then. mr. lee, as it seems you… put several worms in mr. sim’s locker?” higgs eyebrow pierces up and heeseung coughs. 

“and mr. park, jay, you… sabotaged mr. sim’s chair so that he fell on to his backside and then told him to “go suck it”?” jay snorts, still tapping against the armchair and not looking at the principal. higgs takes a deep breath.

“mr. park, sunghoon,… you held out your leg for mr. sim to fall over… almost twenty-three times in one day.” 

sunghoon has to concentrate not to look too proud of himself.

“and finally, miss y/l/n. you yelled at mr. sim in front of your whole class, saying, and i quote “you’re a stupid asshat anyways, i hope you trip and break your butt, you ugly little worm”.” 

you smile innocently. 

“you also kicked him in the shins, as a grand ending gesture, as mrs. james was kind enough to write down for me.” 

he puts the notebook down and looks at the four of you.

“come on you guys, i know you like to play harmless pranks on teachers. like to make one joke too many in class. but this? if mr. sim’s parents hear about this, and they will, there could be consequences that even i can’t hold back.”

[yorshie]

Hi!! I’ve been obsessed with a recent post of yours, about the tmnt turtles and the ways they would confess their feelings, it was so on point? Seriously it has been even helping me fall asleep (dreaming about it lol) on that note, would you please do a scenario or Headcanons of tmnt x reader and their first kiss? Planned? Accidental? In a burst of emotion? Floor is yours

Thank you and hope you have a good day ♥️

Bayverse turtles (separate) x GN reader, SFW (set in 2023 so turtles 24-25)

OH this is RIGHT up my alley. Thank you for the ask! I'm glad you're getting some sleep lol, it was 3 a.m. when I wrote this. Being stuck in a car brings that special kind of tired where you're still jittery, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this, and thank you for sending in an ask so I wasn't bored staring at the ceiling fan.

It's not pertinent to the idea but I'm thinking Raph's kiss is a lot longer into the relationship, simply because in my head I keep thinking I wouldn't want to kiss him until he got over his whole angsty phase. If you wanna imagine he's still angsty when the smooch happens, feel free, but hot and cold ain't fun.

MIKEY

Angelo called you on your way home from work for a spontaneous Tuesday night date, and it was with only slight trepidation that you hurried home, visions of the sunshine ball left alone with no one to distract him amid all your stuff floating around your head.

Thankfully, there was no grand chaos when you poked your head through the door, only Mikey in an apron, twirling around your kitchen without a care in the world. He was juggling between three different bowls and the stove, singing along to the music blaring through his phone.

The oven dinged as you were shucking your shoes and jacket, and Mikey brightened upon spying you, tossing his spatula to the side and holding his arms open to hurry you towards him with a raucous, “babycakes! I missed you!”

You went willingly, not quite sure if he was intending to hug you or pull you into a dance, but it ended up being a mixture of the two. He spun you into a dip, hands pulling you upright when your socks slipped on the floor with a goofy smile and a little two step before he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter next to his work area. 

He broke off mid chorus to offer you a spoonful of whipped cream with a soft, “try this, baby, tell me what you think.”

You tried it without thinking, eyebrows jumping at the cloying taste on your tongue.

“Uh. Angelo, you used way too much sugar in this.” You twisted in your spot, tossing the spoon into the sink and giving a little cheer at the satisfying ‘plonk’ of it disappearing into soapy water, completely missing the mischeiveous smile on your turtle’s face.

“Yea? Here, let me help get rid of it.” Mikey’s words were teasing, and for a moment you thought he was talking about something completely different.

You weren’t expecting the warmth of his hands sliding into your hair. You startled, blinking at him dumbly when he sidled into your space, plastron tapping against your knees and pinning your shins against the counter drawers. 

He grinned, cradling your head, thumbs along your jaw, holding you still as he tilted his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

He was warm, lips soft, moving gently against your skin. He started to churr when you reached up and tucked your hands over the strong curve of his shoulders.

Your lips glided together once again, mouth opening barely under his direction, eyes closing at the little sweet exhale he gave at the motion.

“You taste like syrup.” You murmured against him, and felt his mouth fight not to tip upwards again.

“What can I say,” Mikey moved his thumb to brush over your lips, “I like sweet things, baby.”

You weaseled your arms down between your bodies, hooking around the edge of his shell and holding him closer, pulling a shiver from him.

“Give me another,” he pushed, and you giggled into the press of his lips.

DONNIE

Your nerd was thinking.

You could practically see the steam of over worked processors from where you lounged at the foot of his bed, book tilted far enough up so you could both pretend you weren’t sneaking glances his way.

Donnie was hunched over in his chair, just barely within eyesight around the low dresser separating the main room of the lab from his bedroom. His hands were lax on the keyboard of the refurbished laptop he was suppose to be working on, glasses low on his snout and eyes clearly trained, not on his work, but at the wall beyond his desk.

You entertained the thought of calling out to him, but the chances of reaching him in this state were slim to none even if you laid a trap with coffee for the bait, so you settled back into the book, flicking curious glances his way every now and then to make sure he was still breathing.

Your patience was rewarded, eventually, when he blinked and that sharp golden gaze flickered over to your face.

“I want to try something.” He said without preamble, once he saw he had your attention, and you closed the book you hadn’t been actually reading for a while with a snap to let him know he had the floor.

“Alright.” You scooted to sit at the edge of his bed, feet crossed under you and curiosity building. “What is it that you want to try, Dee?”

Donnie closed the laptop with a soft little click, rolled his chair towards you, then left his seat to shuffle into your space on his knees when he realized he still towered over you.

You swallowed at the abrupt closeness, breathed out slow to combat your sudden nerves.

The tall turtle took your hands in his, smoothed his thumbs softly over your knuckles. “I want… to kiss you. If that’s alright?”

You nodded as soon as the request was processed, gaze skittering to watch his tongue poke out reflexively before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

And held them there. No movement, no gentle give and take. You weren’t even sure he was breathing, he was so still.

He pulled back after a moment, light eyes quizzical before they turned inwards, and you could tell you were about to loose him to whatever data he’d collected.

“Ok. Hey. Wait.” You raised your hands, tapped along his cheeks until he glanced back at you. “I want to try again.” 

You kept your words soft, and when he automatically leaned in, you stopped him. “Let me lead, Dee. Just do what I do.”

This time, you used your hands to tilt his head a little bit, and softly touched his lips with your own. Pressed short kisses against him, letting him settle before you moved your jaw and pet your mouth across his.

The steam pouring out Donnie’s ears was back, his hands tightening against your own, and he gave a shaky exhale against your cheek before he responded, mouth slipping over your lips a little roughly as he moved to mirror your grip and tilt your head a little to the back. 

When the two of you broke apart, his eyes opened, and he whispered, “again?”

RAPH

The quiet times were the best with Raphael. The moments with no pressure, no societal niceties, away from the teasings of his brothers, when he’d look at you and jerk his head in a clear ‘let’s get out of here’ invitation that you’d never be able to turn down. 

Raph would unwind enough to simply exist when it was just you and him, warm and mellow and guard low enough that only affection glanced back when you met his eyes.

You were taking advantage of the quiet this particular date night. He was loose from good food and the way your smaller form sat at his side without fear. So much so, that when you swiveled and tucked a leg over his thigh, his big hand wrapped around your knee without stuttering, grip wide and warm and content to rest on the curve of your joint.

He was still engrossed in the movie, though you caught the little flicker of his eyes as he watched for your reaction to his touch, an old gut reaction that you were happy had faded even this much.

When you simply leaned into him, he relaxed further, and you were rewarded with the slow brush of his thumb against the soft skin on the inside of your knee, as though he couldn’t help the movement.

You let him settle through a few more scenes before pushing a little further, thought the amused quirk of his mouth when you finally made your move made you realize you might be a tad predictable to the large turtle.

That didn’t matter so much though, when he made no move to stop you. If anything, it confirmed his trust, at least enough that when you pulled up to your knees to reach him, hands hooking into the upper edge of his plastron, he tilted his head further to meet you halfway.

He was probably was’t expecting a kiss, however, if the little stutter that rolled through him under your hands and the way he gripped your hips was any indication.

The press of his lips were sweet and a little hesitant, especially when how small your mouth was against his broke through even your hazy thoughts, but you tipped to the side to make up for the difference. After a beat he leaned in, following your lead of how hard to press and when to move, softly scrubbing his lips against you as much as you would allow.

His hand slid up your spine, careful and soft, and you shivered at the feeling, pulling away only to dart back in for one more small peck for luck, pulling a little flustered huff from his snout.

When you pulled back for real, he tucked his head under your chin in a fit of bashfulness, even though you could feel his grin against your skin.

“Wanna finish the movie?” You asked, loathed to quit but not wanting to push him too fast.

“In a minute.” He replied, surfacing to press his mouth to yours again.

LEO 

Story time might be Leo’s favorite part of the day. Certainly it was the part of the day where he let himself relax, as much as he was able, but he coveted these moments where he wasn’t anything more than Leo, the mutant turtle that had found you.

So he soaked it all up, the softness of your back against his chest, the way you fit yourself against him without a care. It should have had his heart hammering, the way it had for hours after the first time he had found himself in this position. But the organ beat slow and steady in his chest, soothed when a shoe didn’t drop, and he became used to all the tiny movements you just couldn’t seem to help.

You were only partially aware of all the things that went on in your turtle's head, but slowly you were peeling back the layers as Leo let himself relax around you. You knew however, that he needed these small moments, and you were careful never to question when he came tired and bruised, to simply drop a book into your hands and lean his shell against the wall. He’d tell you, when he was ready.

You turned a page of the book, barely moving your wrist so the thumb sweeping back and forth across the small bones wouldn’t be dislodged, and continued weaving the story of a small elf looking for the last bit of magic in his world. 

When Leo’s thumb slipped up to touch your knuckles, framing the back of your hand with his palm, you had a moment to wonder if he wanted to hold your hand. When a sigh sounded from above you though, a small sound of contentment slipping out in a rumble you knew you weren’t suppose to hear, you realized he already was.

You glanced up, taking in Leo’s rounded shoulders, his lowered head, his large form practically curling around you. His eyes were shut, head tilted into your space, and an urge pinged hard in your chest at the sight.

You slipped the book jacket between the pages to hold your place, and set it aside, twisting around until you faced him on your knees. Your hands found the corded strength right above his knees briefly to keep yourself from falling over.

His eyes were open now, staring at you curiously, still soft around the edges.

You cupped his cheeks, leaned up against his plastron, and touched his lower lip softly with your own, eyes half lidded to gauge his reaction.

You watched his pupils blow wide, refocused when you pulled back, almost chased you hypnotically before the action caught up. There was a moment where you could see the hesitation, an errant thought, before the decision cemented in his eyes and he closed the distance again.

This time, the kiss was longer, sweeter, and he pushed into your space with a deep rumble in his chest, enough so that you had to hold his head steady to avoid being tipped backwards, stepping in when he faltered to lead him through the movements.

[brn-t]

Thermotropism

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eyy where my plant fuckers at? 👀🌱🌿 you can read it on AO3 here

I don’t think I should have taken this plant home…

Like, when I saw it baking in the sun in that alley outside my building, it’d looked like it had a lot of potential! It was all shriveled but the leaves branched out from a thick basal stem like a monstera almost and there were these bright red blotches on its roots that looked super cool!

When I brought it in (heavy!!) I could tell just by looking how root bound it was, so I popped it out of it’s cheap decorative planter (poor thing was probably never repotted) and yup, there were more roots than dirt.

I had no idea what the hell it was. Inatural had no frickin clue. It looked like a tropical plant with it’s broad green leaves and knobbly aerial roots, but the ground roots were so thick they looked like tubers!! 

I have to admit I was fascinated, but I should have gotten rid of it then…

It spent uh, a couple weeks underneath my shitty little plant light, the one in my room. I was quarantining it in there until I knew it didn’t have any critters on it, but it seemed happy with its repotting and daily soakings for the most part.

The thing really liked water

Like, I started off watering it once a week, and it did perk up, but it didn’t really change much until I started dousing it every morning before work.

And man when it started goin off, it really went off.

It seemed like every time I came home it had sent out a new aerial root or new leaf! The thing was voluptuous as hell! When it got too big for my pathetic little plant light I moved it to the window sill next to my bed. 

It was kinda nice! Like a natural blind or something once it got its runners going up the screen.

I didn’t mind, it was always hot as hell in my little apartment and my landlord couldn’t be arsed to install an AC. I just had to be careful not to accidentally crawl over the little shoots it was sending out all over when I got into bed.

I guess where I fucked up is when I found out about.. its uh.. nutrient preferences

I swear it was a complete accident the first time!! 

I had just gotten home from another 10 hr day and I was tired and smelly and needed to jerk off pronto. I hosed myself down and threw myself into bed, still steaming from trying to scrub off the smell of fried food from my skin, and cracked open my laptop.

Now, fun fact, there's this thing that plants do where they move towards things. Most of the time its towards light, but they can also be attracted to heat! It’s called thermotropism. So I dunno if it was the heat from my ancient laptop or the steam off my skin, but just as I'm about to nut I feel something brush against the head of my dick.

It took me so much by surprise that I came right there, frickin coating a leaf in my jizz. The thing had turned completely around from facing the window above my bed to nearly touching me with its broad soft leaf.

Even for a tropical plant that’s shockingly mobile.

So I cleaned it off as best I could but I guess some of my spunk got absorbed into the soil, I dunno, I passed out shortly after that. I didn’t wake up until nearly nine o clock the next morning because the room was still completely dark thanks to the density of the wall of leaves covering my window. The plant had frickin doubled in size and the terracotta pot I had repotted it in had some fresh cracks in it where the aerial roots were exploding out through.

I didn’t have time to freak out about it since I was once again late to work, but I gotta admit, I was digging the jumanjI vibes it brought to my otherwise very dull room 

So.. I may have started jerking off into it every night?

What! It’s like, natural fertilizer, or whatever!! And the plant seemed to like it? 

I even got it to flower!! It started putting out these crazy flower stalks that closed up during the day but unfurled at night giving off this crazy floral fragrant scent.

It made me remember being a kid and running around in the woods behind my stepdads rental cabin, so I let it keep spreading.

I realize now, this was not the smartest idea, but fuck it, my landlord all but explicitly told me I wasn’t getting the deposit back unless I sued him for it so when it started putting its roots into the drywall, I let it.

It was nice honestly, coming home after seeing nothing but concrete grey for hours and then throwing myself into my little tropical nest. And the smell of the flowers really set the mood when I was jerkin it.

Embarrassingly I think my mind started associating the smell with orgasm because I swear I walked past a florist shop the other day and had to walk bowlegged to the 7D train.

The trouble really started when it started sending its roots in my direction .

Now, I ain’t proud of it, but I more often than not just sleep on a bare mattress. Its got one of those memory foam layers on top and I just couldn’t be bothered to put a fitted sheet on it half the time.

So when I started feeling a bump underneath me as I lay in bed, I just thought it was like, a sock  or something that had gotten shoved underneath there, nbd, until that night… 

I was feeling particularly pent up and kept grinding my ass against that spot on the mattress. I don’t know why I did it, I just wanted more friction and the blooms on the ceiling above me were gettin me wound up with their heavy fragrance. Anyway, it feels like there's a soft tear below me and suddenly something hard and Wide and cold is pressing right against my gooch.

I kinda jump (because it’s cold!!) and look down to find that the frickin plant has grown into the mattress !!

And it was a fat root too, no idea how I didn’t notice it more earlier.

It was kindof freaky to be honest how fast it had grown, the thing really must have liked my semen, but at that point with how humid the room was and how dizzy the flowers were making me feel… I went with it.

 I ground my ass into it and when the thick ridge popped in past my ring I swear I came harder than I ever have in my life dude

I felt like I blacked out a little at the end there because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I'm absolutely painted in my own cum. I guess at this point I should have realized what was going on but I think the pollen those flowers were putting out were scrambling my brains a little. When I woke up, there was a network of thin bright red roots crisscrossing my body, sending out these feathery little things, absorbing the frankly ludicrous amounts of cum I had shot out last night. They pulled at my skin a little as I tore them off but part of me was still a little horny. So I cleared them away and and pulled out my phone.

Fuck it, right? It was my day off and I had no responsibilities that day anyway.

I just rolled over and started going to town on my morning wood.

My ass twitched around something and that's when I noticed...

The fuckin root was still in my ass from last night!!!

I'm trying to use one hand to milk my dick while the other one shoots down in between my legs and sure enough, that fuckin root had buried itself who knows how deep! I tried in vain to pull the thing out, but it was rooted in the mattress after all and didn’t budge. So, humiliatingly, I had to pull myself off of it.

I have to admit, I came a little just from feeling how much of it was inside of me, there was a good 7 inches of thick knobby root dragged out of me, grinding against my prostate as I pulled myself off of it.

I just lay there breathless, staring at the root, sticking straight up out out of my mattress now that it was no longer buried in my ass. My inner walls twitched and contracted, trying to close around the space it had carved out in me.

I guess I still had some sense then because I did actually prune the plant after that

I pulled the root out of my ruined mattress and trimmed all the stalks and roots near my bed. I started jerking off in the bathroom and yea the leaves wilted a bit but that was too much for me, you know?

Well, I don’t know if plants can get pissed but I must have pissed this one off because it responded to me suddenly not “fertilizing” it by sending out these little sticky climbers that got everywhere.

I woke up one morning to the fuckers wrapped around my tiny nipples. I went to sit up and yelped because they got yanked by the fuckin things, pulling my chest to the side. I tried to pull it off as delicately as I could, but the thin stems snapped in half, bleeding a reddish sort of liquid all over my chest!

It sort of burned but I just yelled at the plant, wiped it off and got dressed for work.

Now, I don’t know if I was allergic or something, but for the rest of that day my nipples stayed hard and puffy, poking out visibly from underneath my thin uniform shirt and earning more than a few snickers from the girls up front.

Good thing I had a vacation week coming up.

It had been asked for months in advance, and was the first one I’d had in a decade. I was supposed to drive out to the lake across the state to hang with a buddy of mine at his parents bougie lake house. Well, that night was the night before I was due to head out, and I went to bed in my travel clothes so I could just pop out of bed in the morning. Not wanting to ruin my clothes, I watered the Plant like usual and saved the jerking for when I got to my buddies place.

I was just on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt something moving up my shirt sleeve. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming it or not so I just laid there, feeling the thing slowly snake its way up to my chest, resting on the sensitive swollen bud there 

I only really tried to react when I felt a second tendril branch out from the first and start oozing that same irritating sap over my OTHER nipple!

Groggily I straightened up, falling for the same headphones on the doorknob trap as last time, but this time it felt a lot better.

My nips hadn't really gone down since that last time so when they got yanked I thought a yelp of pain was what was gonna come out of my mouth, so imagine my surprise when a full bodied moan slipped out instead.

I immediately got super red in the face and yanked off my shirt.

This, unfortunately, snapped the thin tendrils stem, causing it to bleed more of its spicy sap all along my side and chest as I shucked off my shirt.

It left an angry red trail of raised sensitive skin, swelling my nipples far beyond what was normal, and they stuck out of my chest like two puffy toilet plungers out from my swelling pecs.

I tried to pull the tendrils off of them but they were too tight and my nipples were too big now.

I looked up from groping my chest to see how many of the plant’s flowers had opened up above me, showering me in who knows what.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was openmouth panting, inhaling the perfume and palming my shorts which had at some point started to fill out. I ripped my shorts off too, and only after a few strokes realized how deeply I had just fucked up

If you guessed “that idiot just smeared a sap he’s clearly allergic to all over the most sensitive part of his body” you would be correct...

I was howling in pain as it started to burn, but after a minute or two I was thrusting into the air and moaning like a whore, the fire had turned into an electric storm of pleasure.

My dick was swelling way past normal hardness and I could only continue to try and fuck the hell out of my hand.

It was entirely too humid in that room, everything felt wet and sticky, so when I came finally, I barely even felt it on me

I screamed so loud the neighbors probably thought I was dying I probably did die a little... I think I shot into my own mouth at one point??  I collapsed immediately after, and when I woke in the morning, the whole plant looked shiny and glossy, like it was gloating over the fact it’d gotten me to come for it yet again.

I know it was just a plant but I got mad

I jumped out of bed, completely ignoring the tendrils still wrapped around my nips, put a thick jacket over my shirt and left the room with my suitcase while flipping it the bird.

I felt bad that I would be gone for a week but I’d set it up with a slow release watering pitcher, so I figured it’d be fine without me.

What I didn’t plan on was how I would do without it.

What should have been a great vacation turned into the worst case of blueballs seen this side of the Mississippi.

Not only did my nipples constantly pulse and throb against the tendrils, but I found out later when I went to go use the bathroom that one had slipped around the base of my dick as well, which had also refused to recede back to its normal size. The woody chord was a bit thicker and it wrapped around the base and balls, completely blocking any and all attempts to even get hard.

So instead of focusing on the boat ride or my friends stupid alcohol choices, I was stuck in a constant struggle of being aroused by my throbbing nipples and being unable to address it at all. I was actually filled with relief when the final day came and I was saying goodbye to my hosts.

I flew home after that in my tiny little beater car, shifting uncomfortably at my seatbelt rubbing directly against my chest. I practically kicked the door in, shedding all my clothes in a line to my bedroom and threw myself into bed.

I yelped when I landed on several thick somethings beneath my body creak under my weight, poking me through the thin layer of foam.

The Plant was the worst I’d seen it since I brought it home, with several dead leaves deposited on the bed and an explosion of fuzzy white runners running the length of that bedroom wall.

The roots jabbed into me like it had planned this.

“Ow!” I’d said, “ I'm sorry ok? I just needed a break!”

As a response, I watched a giant cream white flower slowly expand and burst open, sending a shower of shimmery yellow pollen floating down directly over my face.

Things uh, got a little out of hand after that…

The tendrils had finally loosened enough around my dick to where I could pull them off but that just led to all my pent up semen literally dumping into my balls as soon as the tie was removed. I moaned as I could physically feel them growing heavier as a weeks worth of pent up jizz dropped into my balls. They felt like leaden weights.

It was almost painful how quickly I got hard, and it didn’t take more than a stroke or two before I was yelling and releasing said load all over myself and the plant.

You could visibly see it perk up, opening up more buds, showering me with pollen and dusting the bed. The two substances got mixed by my frantic motions and soon I was lightly cheeto dusted with the stuff,

My skin was on fire but it also.. uh, felt really good somehow... So once the high of the first orgasm died down, it wasn't long before I was rarin to go for a second round.

I palmed my recovering erection and was just about fully hard when I felt it.

Again, at my ass!! Was one of the plant’s thick basal roots!! Except this one looked a little weird..

First off it was tremendously thick, about the width of my wrist, and secondly it was covered in all these little backwards facing ridges, like a drywall sink

Man, I don’t know what wires go crossed but between the way my ass was twitching and the pollen I was huffing, I put my ass right against that thing

It must have reacted to my bodyheat because it felt like as I was pressing down on it, the thing was pushing into me as well.

It was intense, there was no give to its turgid walls, so I had to stretch myself out around it to get it past my ring.

Once it was properly seated inside me I started going to town on my dick, which at this point was leaking like my kitchen sink maintenance had refused to address for weeks.

I swear I could feel the root get deeper and deeper inside me as I jerked and spasmed around it I was panting and moaning like a bitch, I can’t believe how horny I was

at some point I felt something at my mouth and wouldn’t you know it, an equally thick tuber had been drawn to my hot breath and was poking at the corner of my lips

I was way past the point of rational thoughts at that point, I just leaned forward and let it creep into my mouth.

The further it got the hotter I felt. My tongue swiped across the underside and that’s when I tasted something sweet

Was this root leaking sap??

Turns out the itchy nectar tasted amazing so I ended up suckling it as I frantically jerked my dick. The root inside my ass had reached my prostate at that point and thats when things got really hazy for me.

I remember exploding all over myself, I would have been screaming if not for the thick root tunneling its way down my throat

I was jerking and spasming to the best of my ability but the roots were getting a little out of control, they were budding from the base of the main roots and expanding all over my body, and every couple of inches they would plant a sticky little node like a command strip onto my skin and keep going, until I could barely move.

The only part that hadn’t been covered was my right arm, which was moving too fast jerking myself off for the tendrils to colonize.

The root in my mouth seemed to expand further, and suddenly I realized that I could still breath despite it feeling like it had reached my guts almost.

My tongue felt a small hole on the underside and sure enough, I could breath just fine.

Good thing too because that’s when I noticed the two thinner roots making their way up my nose, expanding into my nostrils and plugging them completely.

The root in my ass must have had the same idea...

At this point I was slowly starting to realize, like, “oh shit, I really can’t move” and started trying to pull things off of me to escape bu t I honestly couldn’t budge. My left arm was completely rooted to the mattress and my right arm couldn’t be lifted above my waist, just enough to reach my dick but not enough to reach my face.

Leaves were starting to branch out from the tendrils, and with them came more flowers.

They were visibly crawling all over me now, moving fast enough for me to track with my eyes, and I watched in horror as several thin tendrils spiraled up my cock.

I wish I could have broken away but I was quite literally rooted to the spot watching these tendrils poke at my leaking pisshole and worm their way inside.

I screamed and cried but the progress was unceasing, it steadily tunneled into my dick until it hit the base and pinched my prostate against the root in my ass, which at this point must have reached high up into my guts.

I screamed against the root as I came, but no semen escaped my completely plugged dick.

I could feel it making its way inside my through my internal passages, rooting itself straight into my balls, 

At that point I really did pass out, whether from lack of oxygen or overstimulation I couldn’t tell.

Well, I'm awake now and I am utterly fucked, the roots have expanded into nearly every available orifice, even trying to fill out my belly button and uh.. they might have broken through the skin...

I can see ridges beneath my skin.. little hard lines were they’ve penetrated me.

I'm being constantly milked and I can’t even move as they constantly grind against the inside of my cock

I'm not even thirsty or anything, the liquid being drip-fed down my throat fills me up and I'm just kept in a constant state of bliss.

I dunno what to do bro, I have my phone but even texting is getting hard with one hand and roots slowly crawling down my fingers…

you’re the only one close enough to me, theres a key underneath the mat..

you gotta help me man before it's too la

[ken-dom]

Lavender

Ken x gn!reader

Artwork by the wonderful @dranna

Request from @dranna: Hii , I saw your requests are open, so may I request a Ken and reader fluff ? Basically the idea is that Ken burst into the kitchen so excitedly, because he learned something new. Reader accidentally breaks a mug due to this and speak to him a little frustrated. He leaves the room and hours later reader finds him sobbing, thinking they will leave him, and he is not good enough.After this it’s basically fluff fluff fluff :’) I love this guy’s Kenergy

Author’s notes: Thank you for the gorgeous request darling! I had fun with this one, although I changed it a little as I didn’t have the heart to leave him crying for too long 😅 hope it's fluffy enough 🩷 (please note I temporarily closed requests after this was sent in, but my ask box is always open)

Warnings/content: 1.4k words, angst, fluff, crying, comfort, kissing, hinted praise kink, gn!reader

‘Do you have lavender?!’

‘Ken, what-’

As you turned to face him, Ken was already too close and barrelled into you, unable to stop in time.

The two mugs you were holding crashed to the floor, sending shards of porcelain skidding over the tiles and the contents splattering over your feet, staining your socks with thick chocolate, sticky cream and lumps of half melted marshmallow.

It almost happened in slow motion; both of you stood frozen to the spot in stunned silence and Ken wincing and holding his breath as he watched the porcelain shatter.

‘Oh… my favourite mug,’ you sighed quietly, more to yourself than to him.

But he heard disappointment in your tone, and released his breath with an almost garbled string of apologies.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, here, let me-’

He dropped to the floor, hastily trying to remove your wet, chocolate coated socks.

‘Ken, you don’t have to-’ you started, not wanting him to worry about it too much or hurt himself on a sharp piece of porcelain.

‘Ken, really-’ you tried again, to no avail.

You knew he struggled to navigate everyday situations like this, and that he meant well, but having him pull at your uncomfortably sticky clothes while your last helping of hot chocolate was spilled on the floor and your favourite mug was destroyed was really not helping.

‘Ken!’ you snapped, immediately regretting your tone. You took a slow, deep breath, continuing quietly. ‘Look, it would be easier if you just… got out of the way.’

He paused then, looking up at you with the saddest eyes you thought you’d ever seen. Your heart sank in your chest. 

‘Oh, Ken… I didn’t mean-’

As you reached down to help him up, he shot up from the floor without taking your hand and fled the kitchen with an arm thrown over his face, the tassels of his shirt swaying dramatically as he ran.

Of course, he had no idea where to go without you, so he only ran upstairs — the furthest point from you that would keep you within reach. The furthest point from where he’d ruined everything.

You could hear his loud sobs echoing down the stairs as you collected the shards of porcelain from the floor, swept up, mopped, and finally bundled your sticky socks into the washing machine.

By the time you were done, his sobbing was quieter, more like whimpers now.

Chastising yourself for being too harsh, you made your way upstairs to find him face down on your bed, crying into your pillow.

You sat carefully on the mattress beside him and began lightly stroking his back.

‘Ken, baby?’

‘I-I know- I r-ruined- everything!’ he cried, muffled by the pillow.

Each sobbed word broke your heart a little more.

‘Come here.’

Ken slowly pushed himself up, ready for the inevitable. You’d already told him it would be easier if he was out of the way. Surely it was only a matter of time until you wanted rid of him completely, and then what would he do? Where would he go? A discarded, unwanted Ken doll left to fend for himself in the Real World where he couldn’t even get a job as a simple doctor with a clicky pen. Pathetic.

His wet eyes met yours with uncertainty, but they sparkled when you held your arms out to invite him closer. Perhaps there was hope after all.

‘You haven’t ruined a thing, Ken. Well, except for my favourite mug. But it’s replaceable, and I suppose I can forgive you. If I must,’ you joked, feeling him tremble against you.

‘You… you mean I’m not… bad? You… still want me around?’

You chuckled softly into his soft, mussed hair and squeezed him in your arms. You couldn’t see it, but your tight embrace caused a smile to flicker briefly over his lips. 

‘Look at me.’

He pulled back, still in your arms, eyes wide and wet with tears that he wiped away with the sleeve of his cowboy shirt.

‘You’re good, Ken.’

He blinked his gaze away, blushing, and you made a mental note for a later date; Likes praise. Got it.

‘It was just an accident. These things happen here in the Real World – everything can’t be perfect all the time. Even you! And that’s ok. You’re doing so well here, and as much as I appreciate your support, just remember that I can handle it when little things go wrong. Alright?’

Ken nodded, his brow furrowing as he thought about what you’d said. Maybe he had been a little too eager. He just wanted to put things right but he had no idea how.

‘I’m sorry it was all so overwhelming. I didn’t mean to make you cry.’

‘Oh, no, it wasn’t you. I just… I try so hard to get everything right and most of the time I only make things worse.’ There was a hitch in his breath, as though saying it out loud was a relief and a realisation all at once.

‘You don’t need to get everything right. You make my day so much brighter! I never want to be without you, Ken.’

‘Really?’

You’d never seen such excitement in his eyes, even when he discovered that the ridiculous mink coat he loves so much had a horse pattern inlay.

‘Really.’

You spent what felt like an eternity just smiling at one another then, feeling your connection grow and strengthen. It’s probably the Kenergy, you thought, biting your lip to keep from laughing and spoiling the moment. Then you had another thought.

‘That was my last hot chocolate, but…’ 

You rummaged in your pocket until you found the little packet you’d stashed there on your way upstairs.

‘Open your mouth,’ you whispered, gently cupping his jaw in your palm and tracing your thumb over his bottom lip.

It was so wonderful how he leant into your touch and his mouth fell open so easily at your request, without question or hesitation. All he wanted was to please you and to feel your affection. It made your heart race.

‘Good Ken,’ you smiled, watching his cheeks flush again at your simple words.

With your free hand you popped a marshmallow between his lips and he laughed around it, smiling as he sucked the sweet and your thumb moved to wipe his tear stained cheeks.

‘I just don’t want to disappoint you,’ he breathed when he swallowed the last of his fluffy treat. ‘I’m trying.’

‘You never disappoint me, Ken. You surprise me every day.’

It felt natural when he leant into you, closing his eyes.

For the first time in his life, lips actually met his, soft and tingly and a little bit damp. He wasn’t sure what he expected it to feel like, but it was absolute bliss.

Warmth spread through his body, butterflies exploded in his stomach, and he melted for a moment, unable to move at how wonderful it all felt, until he was overcome with a burst of passion and his long manicured fingers wrapped around your arms and slid up into your hair. And he moaned. He actually moaned.

Wait until I show you how to use tongue, you thought with a smirk.

‘Wow,’ he uttered breathlessly as he dropped back, eyes fluttering open to smirk at you. It wasn’t smug though. It was proud and incredulous and filled with awe.

‘You liked that?’ you smiled. 

‘Liked it? I loved it!’

‘Me too.’

Ken’s chest swelled with satisfaction.

You reached for his hand to interlock your fingers with his and he squeezed, gasping joyfully as he stared at where your hands connected, as though it might cause some sort of magic. You half expected sparkles to erupt midair.

‘Hey, Ken, can I ask you something?’

‘Anything,’ he said dreamily, completely lost in the moment.

‘Why did you ask me for lavender earlier?’

His face lit up. ‘It says in my book that horses can find lavender calming, and I wanted to see what it smells like for myself, because apparently humans find it calming too? And since horses have an almost three hundred and sixty degree field of vision and sleep standing up…’

You ended up laid with your head on Ken’s chest as he excitedly told you every piece of information he had memorised about his beloved horses. You listened to him talk until he wore himself out.

You pulled a blanket up over both of you as he yawned.

‘I was wrong, Ken,’ you mused.

‘About what?’ he mumbled sleepily.

‘You are actually perfect.’

‘Thank you,’ he whispered, ‘and you are sublime.’ He kissed the top of your head gently before he fell asleep.

[uplatterme]

blake, imagine dottore made a clone... again. But he accidentally got a Toddler version of himself🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

Lil shits a menace🙂

dottore thinks that it’s fine. it’s not the first time he’s made a mistake when it comes to his projects. it’s normal for occurrences like this to happen.

so when he’s about to toss the dormant body and incinerate it, he didn’t give a single care in the world.

that is until, you showed up in the picture.

the lever is warm in his hands, dottore holding onto it as you stared at him.

“oh my god! that’s adorable!” you grin at the tiny dottore.

dottore bites the inside of his cheek. if he did this earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.

“when’s he gonna wake up?” you ask, admiring how soft the child looks.

fuck.

so, dottore is forced to keep the child because he couldn’t bear it to see you disappointed.

he should have known it was a bad idea.

“you, child. this is your job for the day.” he spits out, disgusted to even to look at his mistake.

you grab the folder in his hands, giving it a quick read and returning it to dottore.

“isn’t this too dangerous? you can’t send him out there.” you say.

that was the point, dottore wants to say. the only way he can get rid of this child is if it happened under natural causes.

“he’ll be fine.” he reassures you.

“can’t you get someone else to do it? tiny ‘ttore is still new, you know?”

“great. you’ve given him a nickname.” he groans, rolling his eyes.

in the end, dottore couldn’t argue with you and tiny!ttore lived to see another day.

thanks to the bug. you and dottore barely get to spend time anymore, the lunch dates you two always had was now intercepted.

so when he finally had time to have you all for himself, dottore wouldn’t just let that time go to waste.

“h-hurry!” dottore whines, pushing his body against yours.

“aren’t you eager?” you tease, your fingers running through his soft hair.

you pull his head towards yours, your lips only centimeters away from each other. yes, finally–!

a knock on the door distracts you, and dottore swears that he will kill whoever it is that was behind that noise.

“can i sleep here? i had a nightmare.” tiny!ttore says, a fluffed toy around his arm.

“aww. of course, sweetie. come on, you can sleep here in the middle of the bed."

“huh? what about–” dottore stutters, this whole thing was unbelievable!

now? when things were just heating up?

“we can reschedule it, dear. sorry.”

dottore clenches his fists so hard, his nails stabbed through his skin.

he looks at the child who is now snuggling under the blankets.

and for a single second, he sees the child grin evilly. as if he knows what he had just interrupted.

he stares at dottore before mouthing words that no one would ever dare to say to him.

“they’re mine now.”

dottore’s mouth is left hanging.

that little shit!

[kitasgloves]

"Melting"

tracklist

— ♬ "Melting like an ice cream when you smile"

— ♬ Akaashi x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, neighbors to lovers, no beta

Moving into a new apartment complex marked a new journey in your life. A new journey means changes, and changes lead to adjustments, which truthfully you weren't a fan of. Somehow moving into your new place became a hassle, to be fair, you were doing all of the moving alone and you had a ton of stuff that held way too much sentimental value to get rid of. So, the first day felt like you were about to snap your spine in half.

"Three more boxes to go"

You groan as you settle a box in the living room. Sweat trickled down your face and your back as you went to fetch another of your boxes. As you reached to pick up the unsuspecting box, you didn't anticipate the weight it held that sent you almost stumbling back and losing your balance.

"Oof-"

Your body tilts backward with the box in hand when suddenly a pair of firm hands catch your shoulders, stopping you from falling. You momentarily freeze at the sensation of large hands keeping you in place.

"Are you okay?"

A deep but velvety voice sends your heart to a screeching halt. Your head whips around to be violently smacked in the face by the sheer beauty this stranger held. Gunmetal blue eyes, dark hair, thin-framed glasses, and a face sculpted by gods? Your breath hitches.

"Oh! I-uh..."

"Do you need help with your boxes?"

You were nearly about to decline until you bit your tongue and nodded to the handsome man. You stood there like an idiot gawking at this tall pretty guy carry two of your boxes inside your apartment without breaking a sweat. Oh, he must be packing under those layers of clothing. You shake your head hoping it will dust off the heat on your cheeks.

"Th-thank you for helping me out! I'm [Name] by the way"

"I'm Akaashi and you're welcome. Let me know if you need any more help"

He gives you a curt smile that makes your toes curl as you watch him retreat inside his apartment next to yours. Oh my god, this hot dude is your neighbor, talk about luck. When you enter back inside your place with tons of boxes to unload, that's when you begin to melt replaying the moment his hands held your shoulders.

Only weeks later your tiny crush on Akaashi developed further to full-on attraction that you're too shy to admit. Denial was futile not when he's so gorgeous and has a heart of gold. Akaashi makes you revert to a high school student giggling about their first crush. You're a grown adult yet you can't help but leave tiny notes on his mail whenever you pass by his door, like a student would to their crush's locker.

You are my church, you are my place of worship. I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

When Akaashi finds this unusual note sticking out of his junk mail, he is perplexed. It was written in cursive and on pink paper...oh. He pauses. It almost resembles a deja vu moment. Nonetheless, it feels familiar and reminds him of when he was younger. Akaashi thinks if this note just happens to accidentally get mixed up with his mail. It was a possibility considering his name was not on the love note, or anybody's name for that matter. He scratches his head but discards the note under a stack of paperwork on his desk.

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict. When you're around, my insides turn inverted

You delicately wrote on a piece of light pink paper with your fountain pen, it's been a while since you've written in cursive but you made an effort. You waited until the coast was clear as you snuck the folded note between Akaashi's daily stack of junk mail by his door before slipping off to leave and get groceries. Coincidentally, you meet him at the nearby supermarket. You go short-circuited when he offers you a smile and wave as you awkwardly return the gesture. God, you feel like melting again.

Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate. What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

Akaashi has been staring at this love note for thirty minutes already, unable to decipher what he felt. This was the third letter he had received and he had concluded that it wasn't accidental. Someone was intentionally sending him love notes. He tucks the note along with the others inside his favorite book and sits back. He feels like a high schooler contemplating their emotions after receiving their first confession in their locker. Akaashi has experienced this before and even politely rejected some of those love letters back in high school because romance wasn't a priority back then but now, he doesn't know what to do but wait until this secret admirer sends another note.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile. Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while

You're stuck in your apartment on a day of watching YouTube videos. Your search history was embarrassing. You recently snuck another note in Akaashi's mail and you're here praying you'll learn to be funny, so you're watching every stand-up comedy. You hoped that it'll at least rub off on you so Akaashi will smile at everything you say. You screamed against your hands, you truly felt like a frustrated teenager and hopelessly crushing on someone out of their league. But something in your heart tells you to persist or maybe you're delusional thinking your neighbor will return your feelings.

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites. I wanna touch them in the dead of night

For the first time, Akaashi smiles at the love note he has received. Albeit, small but visible. Something stirred in his chest that he had to double-take. He re-reads the note over and over again, he assumes that his secret admirer is a true romantic, and something about it makes his insides go fuzzy. He has zero clue about who could be giving him love notes, but god he wants to know.

Your smile ignites just like a candlelight. Then somehow, I know everything's alright

You wrote another letter and you were about to stick it in Akaashi's junk mail as always when you almost got caught. Thankfully, you slip the note in your pocket when Akaashi goes to pick up his mail, you pout, and you realize you're a second late to sneak your note. Your neighbor notices you and waves.

"Hi, [Name]"

"Hey, Akaashi"

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

He asks you as you nod, curiosity burning through your eyes. Akaashi invites you into his apartment and stores away his mail. Your heart stops when he shows you the oh-so-familiar pink note, and your flight or fight instincts almost go off. But you stiffy sat there, hoping your oblivious facade wouldn't give anything away.

"So, I've been getting these love notes for five days straight and I don't have the faintest idea who could be giving me these"

Akaashi shows you the love notes you've been anonymously giving him and you pretend to inspect them while deep in thought.

"Hm, it could be one of our neighbors"

"I'm not close with anyone besides you, [Name]"

"Oh"

God, you hope the blush won't be evident on your face. You pretend to cough on your hand to cover your face as you try to make up an excuse to leave because you have no idea how long you'll last without crumbling in front of Akaashi.

"I'll let you know if I find someone suspicious"

"Okay"

Akaashi watches you leave his apartment, seemingly in a rush. He sighed and was about to sit back in his office when he noticed a folded pink piece of paper left on his couch, right where you sat. He holds his breath picks up the note and unfolds it to reveal the same cursive handwriting to his secret admirer. His mouth goes agape. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but if he were right and you were his secret admirer, he wouldn't be more glad.

"Shit! Where's the note?!"

You searched all your pockets to find the note you previously wrote for Akaashi but never got to drop it off missing. Then your sweat turns cold, did it slip from your pocket and land on Akaashi's couch? There is no way. You grabbed a nearby pillow and screamed against it. You were beyond mortified. That's it, you're moving places again, probably in another country. Preferably while also changing your clothes, your hair, your face, and your name. It was impossible to look Akaashi in the eye anymore once he found that note and discovered you're his secret admirer, you doubt the guy has feelings for you in the first place.

You hugged your pillow and frowned, you shouldn't have done that. When you're about to sulk in your room and play some sad music to help you make you feel even more pathetic, a knock on your door interrupts you. Your stomach drops, you know it is Akaashi. Great, just fucking great. Maybe you should jump out of your window and escape? Or maybe just ignore him until he goes away? Or maybe just face him like a grown adult. You sighed and swallowed your fear as you dragged your feet towards the door.

Astoundingly, Akaashi was standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You let out a silent gasp. Your neighbor was giving you a smile that never fails to make you melt.

"[Name]"

"Akaashi, what's...what's this about?"

"I know about the notes, I know it was you"

"Oh. But why give me [Favorite flowers]?"

"Because I want to give it a shot. I want to let you know that you also make me melt like ice cream when you smile"

Hold up, could someone pinch you awake holy shit this feels so surreal. You stumble over your words before ultimately letting out a laugh, there was no way that your delusions came true and that you have an actual fucking shot with Akaashi Keiji. He stands there patiently, waiting for your answer.

"Are...are you for real?"

"I wouldn't have gotten to know you and what flowers you liked if I didn't like you"

"Holy shit, yes!"

You squeal as you go over to hug Akaashi, almost knocking the bouquet out of his hands. He laughs and holds you securely in his arms while his heart pounded wildly against his ribcage. When you both pull away and he sees that perfect smile of yours he never gets tired of seeing every day, he feels beyond ecstatic, fuzzy, and most of all, he feels melting like ice cream.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[oleander-nin]

May I please kindly request the reactions of RISE! and 2012 Raphs’ reactions to frustrated/anxious ticks (ie. Scratching/picking at neck and pulling hair)? :)

I need comfort

A/N, not important: My requests were closed when I received this(not to try and bash you at all, I genuinely adore you sending in asks. You're a very sweet person, and I'm trying to get your first ask out soon), but I also REALLY needed this. So thank you. I've been not doing well, and this let me take a minute to catch my breath. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: bad writing, my writing, semi-destructive behaviors, 2012 Raph not knowing what to do, picking at skin/scab, hair pulling(destructive), and general no goody emotions. Comfort-ish

Words: 700

Summary: TMNT 2012 and ROTTMNT Raph w/ S/O who got really upset and started doing some self destructive behaviors.

2012 TMNT Raph:

It makes him really worried about you when he finds you doing this.

He understands that you’re doing it because you're stressed, or frustrated, or anxious, or maybe even all three. The problem however, lies in his own inability to understand how to help you.

When Raph gets upset, he lashes out at others. You lash out on yourself, and Raph isn’t always sure how to handle it.

He initially freaks out a bit, and tries to redirect your emotions on something else. He might drag you to the dojo to go train, or hold the dummy steady so you can punch it if you wish.

If this isn’t really your style, he tries to redirect to something else.

His main concern is to get rid of the negative emotions flowing through you at the moment and have you take them out on something that isn’t yourself.

If he knows prehand you are okay with physical touch/prefer it, Raph will pull you close and softly hum, holding your hands by your side as he tries to calm you down.

Raph gets everyone to leave you alone as well, shooing his brothers away if you’re having a bad time in the living room area.

Will try his best to bring you to his room, as it’s a safer place and he won’t face possible humiliation by his brothers later(Not that he minds. He’d face all the teasing in the world if it meant he could help you. He’d just rather not if he could).

Raph likes to try and hold your hand when you get particularly frustrated or anxious, trying to prevent the behaviors before they start.

If nothing works and he isn’t able to get you to really stop, he’ll try and convince you to let him wrap your hands and fingers to dull your nails so you can’t do as much damage.

Isn’t the best with words, so most things he does are through actions. He doesn’t want to accidentally say something that will make it worse.

ROTTMNT Raph:

Really worried about you. He’s scared you might pierce your skin from the scratching or pull out too much hair.

Tries to distract you the best he can, putting on movies and holding you tight so it’s harder to move.

He doesn’t want to make it worse, but he can’t stand seeing you do this to yourself.

Raph will try and talk it out with you if a distraction isn’t working, trying to find the root of what was wrong and making you so upset.

If it’s too much for Raph to handle on his own, he’ll go to Mikey for advice once you’ve calmed down a bit so he can figure out how to help you properly.

Refuses at first when Mikey offers to have you talk to ‘Dr. Feelings’, saying he doesn’t think it was what you needed. Dr. Feelings and Dr. Delicate touch were too close together in Raph’s mind to try and make you talk while you were already so upset.

If it’s an easy fix, he’ll help/talk you through it quickly while keeping an eye on you, his protective instincts kicking in and making him not want you to leave his sight lest you start again as soon as his back is turned.

Tries to provide comfort to the places you're picking/pulling at, like running his fingers through your hair or rubbing your neck and arms to try and make them feel better.

If you end up breaking the skin, he insists on wrapping the area in bandages immediately, not wanting you to dig any more into the raw flesh.

If you’re unable to talk to him or tell him what’s wrong, he’ll just whisper silent words of encouragement to you while holding your hands, rubbing your knuckles softly to hopefully keep you from spiraling.

Is very soft with you while it happens, not wanting to accidentally hurt you or say something that upsets you.

Will pick you up and bring you somewhere quiet(usually his room) so his brothers don’t bother you. Will just sit with you until you’re able to calm down and destress a bit.

[gabessquishytum]

ok, Selkies then, right? Cool, I got my BA in literature and cultural studies for this moment.

So some neigboring Queen gives Hob this seal fur coat she found. She trying to tell to Hob that she's totally DTF, but Hob is just like "right, thanks," and has the coat put away and doesn't want to think about it cause he's not really ready for the whole marriage thing, it's all stupidly political and complicated and he'd rather just keep the gifts the suitors-to-be send over in a hall where he doesn't have to look at them.

Meal while, Dream has been looking for his coat left and right, and that sucks because he wants to be a seal again. Eventually, he find that it was sold at market to a woman who worked for the queen, and when he tracked her down, the woman informed him that the queen gave it to Hob.

So *heavy sigh* Drean has to go tell Hob that he, Dream, needs his coat back to go back home.

No one will let him see Hob, no one will tell Hob that Dream wants an audience. And Dream has to brake into Hob's bed chambers to demand the coat back.

When Hob wakes up, he sees this man over him and is like "well, something just awoke in me."

But Dream has no time for these sexy shenanigans, he wants his coat back and if Hob could just kindly point him to wear it's being kept, Dream can get it and be on his way home.

And Hob, very happy to be rid of the coat for a good cause, says "I can get that for you," and Before Dream can stop him, Hob get's the coat and hands it to Dream. Dream won't take it, so Hob just drops it in his arms, so Dream can't really refuse him.

Hib gives one of his warm and goes back to bed, but Dream follows him.

Hob explains that he doesnt need permission to leave, and Dream should return home.

And Dream meekly explains that returning the coat like this was akin to a marriage proposals, and Dream taking it basically meant they were married now, and it would be impolight for him to *a-hem* leave his husband wanting on their wedding night.

And Hob doesn't want Dream to feel obligated, but Dream's on board if Hob is, and who is Hob to argue if a beautiful husband gals into his lap?

Hob is like fuck yeah!! I don't have to do all the boring political matchmaking!

But of course he feels super guilty for accidentally trapping Dream into a marriage! He feels like such an idiot. But Dream is like "actually my family sent me onto land to try and find a spouse but things got complicated and I lost my coat so this is good, I can go home and tell everyone that I'm not useless!"

And Hob is like "useless?? Why would your family say that, you're obviously perfect???" And Dream blushes and decides that his new husband is rather lovely, actually.

Turns out that Dream is actually a selkie prince! His family kind of suck and he much prefers being Hob’s consort. Dream tries to let Hob have the coat back to show that he won't run away but Hob refuses because he's determined to let Dream have as much freedom as he needs to be himself. So Dream takes Hob to the sea and they swim together and have sex on the beach as a kind of big Fuck You to Dream’s terrible family.

Hob issues a proclamation that is basically like "if you fucking touch my husband or his coat i will have you personally murdered :))" and I like to imagine that they have lots of lovely little selkie babies together or alternatively adopt some babies who have lost their parents. And when Dream goes back to visit his family, they have to begrudgingly admit that he's done very, very well for himself.

[doodlemsstuff]

Mob! AU fic I wrote a while ago for Nix( @nixpainting ). I originally wrote this/finished this somewhere in July. But before I wrote the fic, Nix introduced me to the mob AU and the lore she and the rest of the TADC group chat made in. I wanted to join and ofc me and Nix discussed abt AnimalPlushies in this AU.

Therefore leading to the creation of this fic. I hope you enjoy and gentle criticism is welcomed. Tho fair warning the writing is a bit old.

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Today was… bloody. To word it the best. 

Caine ordered his duo, Bearson and Ray. To take care of some gloinks doing some business a little too close to the casino. 

Normally, it would be unreasonable to send two people to fight off and kill a group alone. But the gloink group was small. Plus, Ray and Bearson are usually a duo for a reason.

With Bearson’s strength and Ray’s agility plus flexibility. There was a clear reason why the two were often paired up together on missions. And today was no different. 

The two stood in the middle of the mess they made. The result of their surprise ambush. 

Bearson brushed off the ruble and blood off of his person. His attention moved onto the gun he held during the whole ambush. After scraping some blood off of it, Bearson could see the reflection of the now dead gloinks. And in the center, Ray.

Ray stood in the center of the room. Looking at the bloody mess he helped make. His breathing labored as he felt the weight of the crowbar and souls in his hands.

Bearson’s expression shifted. He sympathized with his friend. He’s felt how Ray was feeling now before. Countless times. But over time, by repeating the same action again and again. You tend to grow numb to it. Not Ray though. He hasn’t been doing it as long as Bearson. But he has hurt and killed people more times than he wanted. And each time Ray never got over it. Or adjust to the fact this is his new life now.

As Bearson was about to walk over to comfort his friend, the shorter man heard

A sudden crash of cargo boxes got his and Ray’s attention. 

A surviving gloink accidentally caused the crash while trying to escape. One of their legs was bent in a horrible position that Ray winced, looking at it. The gloink, now realizing that the two stuffed older men were staring at him. Started to beg. Holding their oddly shaped head with their hands. 

Without hesitation, Bearson raised his pistol, aimed, and- “BEARSON NO!”

Ray ran and pushed the gun out of the gloink’s direction. Thank god Bearson didn’t have his finger on the trigger yet. Or he would have accidentally hurt Ray or himself.

“RAY! What the bloody hell is wrong with ye-“ “What’s wrong with you?!” Ray interrupted. “Haven’t we done enough damage?”

Bearson only looked at him, befuddled.

“What the hell are ye talking aboot? They are the enemy! We need to get rid of them before they try an’ kill us!”

“Bearson look at ‘em!” The bear turned his attention to the gloink. They were hurt, scared. Crying and begging. Leg bent horribly. “I don’t think that feller’ is gonna get us anytime soon.” 

Bearson stared. “… Ray ya can’t keep sympathizing with the enemy! It’s dangerous and one of these days yer gonna get yourself killed.”

“But look at me and tell me that gloink is gonna pounce on us and kill us!”

Bearson gave an annoyed groan. A moral debate the two have had many times. But now was not the right time to have this argument. Especially since reinforcements can be coming at any minute.

“Look, we cans leave them here. As a message to not be close to the casino next time,” Ray justified, just trying to find any excuse to not leave with one more soul on their hands. 

Bearson just stared at the pathetic gloink underneath his plusher feet. The bear gripped his pistole tighter. Raising it slightly before, Bearson felt a familiar gloved hand on his shoulder. “Please, Ourson.”

…

Bearson lowered his gun. Giving the injured gloink one last glare before turning his back to it. “We better make a move on before the rest of ‘em find out what we did.” 

“Right,” Ray responded. Following close behind with the shorter bear. Bearson felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. The hand gripped a bit tightly as Ray lowered down. Whispering out a quiet, “thank you.”

Bearson’s paw reached for the gloved hand. Squeezing it a bit. Providing some comfort to the plush primate, as he could already sense Ray getting emotional over the mess they made.At least they spared one soul. Hopefully Bearson doesn’t regret it. 

[hoonieswhore]

XLIII. Animal

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Word count: 3,6k

Warnings: SMUT. Mirror sex. Masturbation. Slight pet play (Hoon calls reader kitten). Marking kink. Biting kink. Choking kink (chokehold). Edging. Daddy kink. Dacryphilia. Dirty talk. Breeding kink. Strength kink. Rough sex. Fingering. Cum play. Cum eating. Accidental voyeurism. Accidental exhibitionism. Slight degradation. Praise kink. Overstimulation. (I think that's all) Kinda funny ending.

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Sunghoon smirked at the screen of his phone as he read his chat with Heeseung, the last text confirmed that he wasn't home yet. He made his way towards the apartment, wriggling from the discomfort, his pants were too tight now due to his boner.

As soon as he got in the apartment, he kicked his shoes off as he got rid of his big coat. He thanked the universe for that important meeting since he knew you loved to see him wearing buttoned up shirts and how much it turned you on.

The figure skater rolled his sleeves up before he opened the door to your bedroom. He saw your beautiful figure, your back precisely, since you were sitting on your desk. His eyes found yours through the mirror in front of you as you finished applying a cute lipgloss on your lips.

“Hi baby boy~” you cooed, getting up from your seat and giving him a good look of the lacy fabric hugging your body at the right places.

“White?” he grinned, shutting the door behind him. The boy made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, pressing his chest against your back. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” he leaned down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders as he kept scanning your body through the mirror.

You let out a moan as his mouth made its way up, feeling his soft lips on your neck now. His hands started roaming around your body as he sucked on your skin, leaving hickeys on you.

“Hoonie,” you whimpered, tilting your head to the side to give him more room. “Baby please,” you locked eyes with him through the reflection in the mirror, watching his hand moving down until it met your core. His palm cupped your heat, feeling your wetness on the fabric as he pulled away from your neck, a teasing smile showing up on his face.

“Fuck, who made you this wet, hm?” he whispered in your ear. Sunghoon pressed his bulge against your ass, making you grind against his palm. “My kitten got so wet over a few texts?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned when he ground against you, his dick getting harder from the friction. “It's your fault, daddy's dirty mouth made me so wet.” He chuckled into your ear, enjoying the way you were already shivering just from his soft kisses and his light touch.

“Such a cute girl~” he whispered, moving his finger and teasing your clothed clit, making you moan again. His free hand traveled up to one of your breasts, he touched the fabric softly before he pulled it down, freeing your boob. The cold air from the room hardened your nipple but it was nothing compared to the coldness of his hand.

Sunghoon started to knead the soft flesh as he kept his fierce eyes on you, watching you tug on your lip through the mirror as he kept touching you. He suddenly pinched your nipple, making you whine as you got wetter.

“Stop biting your lip.” He deadpanned, releasing your nipple as you released your lip. “Good girl,” he gave you a soft smile as he moved his hand on your clit faster, making you moan. “Fuck, you sound so good.”

“F-feels so good daddy,” you looked at him through the mirror as your hand traveled to his wrist, tugging on it as he quickened his motions. You felt your orgasm approaching, “c-can I cum please?” Sunghoon smiled at you but he shook his head.

“You're only cumming on my cock today,” he whispered in your ear before he pulled his hands away from you, making you groan. He quickly pushed the chair of your desk aside. He placed a hand on your back, bending you over the desk as you kept looking at him through the mirror.

You heard the sound of his zipper as he pulled his cock out, gathering the precum that leaked from his tip and smearing it all over his shaft. He pumped his cock a few times before he pulled your panties to the side. Sunghoon locked his eyes with yours once again, smirking at you as he tapped his tip on your hole, teasing you.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, pouting at him. Sunghoon loved to tease you, so he kept circling your hole with his tip for a bit, hearing you pleading. “Please, need you so bad, daddy.” You gave him your best puppy eyes.

“Aw, you're so cute when you beg, my love,” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your back before he stood up again. “Daddy's gonna make you feel so good~” he mumbled, pushing his cock inside you, eliciting a moan from both of you.

He stared at your face in the mirror, watching the tears gathering in your eyes as his big cock stretched you out so deliciously. He kept pushing his cock slowly as he rubbed your clit gently, trying to distract you from the slight pain.

“Hoon, hurry up,” you desperately said, clenching around him. Sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head as he bit down on his lip, pushing his cock deeper and making you whine.

“Need me to stop, kitten?” he worriedly asked, taking a deep breath as he tried not to thrust when your walls were hugging his cock so well.

“No!” you exclaimed, “need you to move, daddy, please,” you begged, pouting at him. Sunghoon smirked, nodding as he pulled his cock out, leaving his tip in before he thrusted. You moaned as he started to roll his hips slowly, thrusting into you as you felt his tip nudging your sweet spot.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?” he teased, moving his hips faster as he groaned from how good you felt. “Fuck, you're so tight, kitten.” You kept moaning, watching him frowning as he focused on your pleasure.

“So good daddy,” you mumbled as you felt the orgasm approaching again. Sunghoon moved his finger on your clit faster, making you moan louder.

“Your little cunt feels so good, my angel,” he groaned, thrusting harder into you and making your eyes roll back from the pleasure. “Feels like it was made for me, fuck, you were made for me, my love.” Sunghoon leaned down, wrapping his free arm around your neck, putting you in a slight chokehold as he pulled you up, chest pressed against your back again.

“Look at the mirror baby,” he whispered in your ear. You obliged, finding your fucked out face as he pounded into you from behind, his hand moving on your clit as you saw the way your cunt sucked his cock in with every thrust. “We look so hot~“

“F-fuck, wanna c-cum, please,” the tears started to run down your face as you were desperate to cum. The sight was too hot.

“Come on, my angel, cum for me,” he whispered, feeling his orgasm close. You clenched harder around him as you came all over his dick, triggering his orgasm too. “Fuck, I love you.” He bit down on your shoulder, feeling his cock twitching inside you as he painted your walls white with his thick cum.

“Love you too, daddy,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest as you felt his cum filling you up. He kissed your shoulder softly, moving his arm from your neck to wrap it around your waist.

“Are you okay, my love?” He gently rubbed small circles on your skin, pressing soft kisses all over your shoulder and neck.

“Mhm,” you nodded, trying to calm down as he pulled out of you, his hand tugging on your panties to fix them as you felt his cum dripping out of you. “Hoonie,” you pouted.

“Yeah, baby?” He smiled at you softly as he hugged you tighter.

“Want more,” you whispered shyly, making him chuckle. “Don't laugh at me!” You playfully tried to hit his hand but he was faster, grabbing your wrist and turning you around to face him as he caged you between his body and the desk, eyes darker with lust.

“What are you trying to do, kitten?” he was serious, making you gulp. “What's that, huh? Suddenly quiet, slut?”

“'m sorry daddy, didn't mean to,” you quickly apologized, tugging on his button up shirt. “I'm so sorry.” He smiled at you, letting your wrist go as he leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed his tongue in your mouth almost instantly, making you moan into the kiss as your tongues fought for dominance. The boy took his hands down, groping your ass before picking you up. He gently put you down on your bed, hovering over your body and grinding against your clothed core as he started to get hard again. His teeth captured your bottom lip, tugging on it a little too hard before pulling away.

“I wasn't going to do this,” he said with a mischievous smirk, kneeling down between your thighs. His hands traveled to your panties, tugging on the fabric, you knew what he was about to do. “But you left me no choice,” he fakes a pout, ripping the fabric with his bare hands and making you gulp.

“You- Sunghoon-,” you tried to speak but you were at a loss of words. You were mad at him for tearing your panties but you'd be lying if you said that it didn't make you wet.

“Oops~ sometimes I can't control my strength~” He said with faux sympathy, hovering over you, placing his hands at each side of your face, “you look so cute when you're puzzled~” He chuckled before kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, hands traveling to his shirt as you moaned into his mouth. The model ground against your thigh as you unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off with his help and throwing it on the floor.

You ran your hands all over his toned body, biting his lips as you messily made out. He pulled away, taking off his trousers quickly along with his boxers. Sunghoon hovered over you again, this time he brought his hands to your breasts, paying attention to both of them before he ripped the fabric of your bra.

Sunghoon smirked, leaning down to capture one of your boobs in his mouth, sucking on your nipple as he kneaded the other. You moaned, taking your hands to his hair and pulling on it just the way he liked it, making him moan around your nipple. The boy pulled away, paying attention to the other boob as his hand moved down to your core. He discarded the lacy fabric, throwing it to the floor before he gathered the cum that was dripping out of you with his finger. He pushed his covered finger inside you, fucking his cum back inside you slowly.

You looked down at him, biting down on your lip as you saw him leaving hickeys all over your tits. Sunghoon looked up at you, smirking as he released your nipple. He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, taking his time there to leave a heart of hickeys.

“So fucking pretty~” he whispered, pulling his finger out of you. He shoved it into his mouth, tasting your cum mixed with his as he moaned. “We taste so good, my angel.”

“Fuck, that was so hot daddy,” you whimpered. He moved up to kiss you again, letting you taste that mixture on his tongue as he aligned his tip with your entrance once again. This time, he pushed his cock all the way in, bottoming out and earning a moan from you.

He picked up his pace very quickly, making you see stars as he fucked you nice and deep. You moaned into each other's mouth as you wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his skin from how hard he fucked you. He could feel your walls clenching around him and it was driving him crazy, making him pound harder into you whilst a white ring of cum was forming at the base of his dick.

“H-Hoon, fuck!” you moaned after pulling away from the kiss. “S-so good.” The room was filled with lewd sounds and the clapping sound of his skin against yours every time he thrusted into you.

As you and your lover were busy in your bedroom, a worried Heeseung slammed the door, looking for his friend. He was worried after Jake mentioned that his childhood best friend almost got involved in an accident. Heeseung tried to talk to him but his friend didn't reply to his messages and calls.

The guitarist looked around the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and even his own bedroom but he was nowhere to be found. The only option left was checking if his lovely roommate had seen his best friend.

“Yn, have you seen Sungh-” he said, opening the door of your bedroom, only to find you on your bed as you were getting fucked by Sunghoon, both of you covered in sweat and completely blushed. “What the fuck?!” he screamed, dumbfounded.

“Fuck!” Sunghoon exclaimed, resting all his weight on you, trying to cover your body as he kept pounding into you since you both were close and he definitely didn't want to ruin the orgasm. “Can't you fucking knock?!”

“You two- What?” Heeseung kept staring at you both, trying to process what was happening. “I thought- you- What the fuck is going on?”

“Dude I'm not gonna fucking stop so unless you want to see us fucking, I'd recommend you to fucking leave right now.” Sunghoon spat, feeling you clenching around his cock, making it harder for him to hold his orgasm.

“But what the fuck? Since when-” Heeseung started again until you interrupted him.

“Heeseung, get the fuck out!” you yelled at him, making him raise his arm apologizing as he shut the door and left you alone again.

“Fuck, you dirty little kitten~” Sunghoon whispered in your ear, “you can't lie to me, I felt you clenching around me as soon as I mentioned that I'd fuck you in front of him.” He moved his hand down, playing with your clit to make you reach your high faster. “Bet you'd love it if I fucked you in front of someone~”

“S-shut up, wanna cum, please,” you whined, biting down on his shoulder as you cried from the pleasure.

“Go on, my love, cream daddy's cock,” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppier, he was so close to his high. You bit harder as your orgasm hit you, clenching around Sunghoon's cock as he came at the same time, filling you up once again with a groan.

Sunghoon pulled out of you, making you whimper. He went down on you, licking the mix of your cum and his seed as he gathered all in his mouth, making you whine from the overstimulation. He hovered over you again, staring at your lips lustfully. You understood what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, letting him spit the thick liquid in your mouth before you swallowed it like a good girl.

“Such a good kitten~ you did so well for me,” he praised, kissing your lips softly. “I'm so proud of you baby, you took daddy so well~” You licked your lips and smiled at him as he laid down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him.

“Thank you, that felt so good,” you blushed, hiding your face into his neck. “But you owe me some lingerie.” You reminded him, making him chuckle as his finger traced invisible shapes on your back.

“I'll get you a thousand more, so I can rip them too~” he teased, making you whine.

“Alright but it'll be your money, not mine,” you teased him back. You pressed your lips against his skin, leaving soft kisses before you bit down and sucked his skin, leaving a few hickeys. “Now you're mine~” You looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“I've always been yours,” he whispered, looking down at you, his starry eyes filled with love as he stared at you like you were his whole world. “I never stopped loving you.”

“Good, cause I never stopped loving you either,” you replied before crashing your lips against his in a sweet kiss, enjoying his lips and his kisses for a while before the reality hit you. “We should talk with Hee.” Sunghoon blushed, remembering his actions as he nodded.

“Yeah… But it was definitely his fault for not knocking,” he justified himself as you both sat up on your bed, making you laugh. “Can we take a quick shower? Promise we won't do anything dirty!” he gave you his best puppy eyes, pouting.

“Of course we will, but no fun until Hee leaves again.” Sunghoon nodded, getting up and putting on his boxers and trousers. He picked his shirt up before walking to your side of the bed, helping you to put it on and tugging on his lip at the sight of you in his shirt. “Hey!” You snapped your fingers right on his face, “Whatever you're thinking, leave it now or I'll make you take a cold shower.” You threatened.

“Alright, I'm sorry!” He raised his hands as you got up, he took his chance and stole a kiss from you. “You definitely should wear my clothes more often,” he whispered against your lips before you made your way to the bathroom together.

After a quick shower with your boyfriend, you got ready to see your best friend who was locked in his bedroom.

“Heeseung!” you said, knocking on his door, “we need to talk!”

“Only if you're dressed, I'm already traumatized,” he replied, making your boyfriend laugh.

“Hee, just open the door! We're fully dressed, I promise,” Sunghoon tried not to laugh as Heeseung opened the door, moving to the side to let you both in.

Heeseung was pretty clean for a gamer boy, his bedroom was always neat, except for a few empty energy drinks on his desk. You sat on his bed, Sunghoon followed you and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as his other hand reached out for yours.

“So what the fuck is going on here?” Heeseung asked, sitting on a chair in front of you and your boyfriend. “I thought you guys hated eachother but then you're suddenly closer and now you're so fucking close that you're sharing saliva? Also, you're definitely paying for my therapy, I'm completely traumatized.”

“Hee-” you tried to talk but he interrupted you.

“And you guys are fucking disgusting, you just kept fucking in front of me! I nearly saw your dick,” he pointed at Sunghoon, who looked like he was holding a laugh, “and I almost saw your tits.” His finger moved to you as he looked completely puzzled. “Guys, what the fuck?”

“Okay, first of all, stop overreacting,” you started, squeezing Sunghoon's hand. “We're sorry that you saw that and it was really disrespectful that we kept fucking in front of you but please, you didn't knock!”

“Fair point, I'm sorry about that,” he said, nodding. “Then what's going on here? Are you guys just fucking?” He asked, eyes traveling back and forth from you and Sunghoon. “Wait, YN, you tweeted that you were taken yesterday, what happened to your partner?”

“Are you serious?” the model raised his eyebrow, “Heeseung that was me, we're a couple now, I'm YN's boyfriend!” your boyfriend answered, done with his best friend's obliviousness. Heeseung opened his mouth as he blinked a few times, clearly surprised as he had no clue about what was happening right under his roof.

“So you made those ugly paper rings?” Heeseung asked before a pillow landed on his face, “ouch!” he whined, touching his face.

“Sunghoon!” you scolded your boyfriend as he took your hand again, shrugging.

“What? He said my rings were ugly, he deserved it,” your boyfriend turned his head, pouting at you.

“We'll talk about this later, love,” you kissed his pout, making him smile. “So yeah, basically we're a couple again.”

“Again?” Heeseung frowned, staring at Sunghoon, “but he hadn't been in a relationship since that girl from two years ago? Remember? The one that didn't let you explain anything and ruined your relationship?” You looked at your bandmate and licked your lips nervously as you felt your boyfriend squeezing your hand gently.

“Yeah, that was me actually,” Heeseung froze on his seat, he definitely didn't expect any of this, “I'm the one that didn't let him explain and ruined the relationship!” You sarcastically said.

“Oh my fucking god, what the fuck?” he whispered, processing everything. “So that's why you hated him when he came here, right?” You nodded. “And now you got back together?” Sunghoon and you nodded.

“Well… I'm very happy for you guys!” Heeseung smiled, getting up from his seat to hug you both. “But please don't fuck while I'm here, I promise I'll leave the house if you need it.” he whispered as you both hugged him back, laughing.

“So, want to go out for some ramen?” Sunghoon asked, getting a positive answer from both of you, “It's on me, for y'know, 'traumatizing' you.” He joked.

“Sure bro, but treat her well or I'll kick your ass,” Heeseung said, making you laugh. “Oh no, same goes to you miss, treat him well or I'm kicking your ass.”

“Promise I won't hurt him,” you smiled, looking at Sunghoon.

“And I won't hurt her.” Your boyfriend said, returning the smile as your friend pulled away from the hug.

“Alright, let's get some ramen, I'm starving,” He said, getting out of his bedroom. Sunghoon got up from Heeseung's bed, stretching his arm to offer you his hand. You took your boy's hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you got up.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled, leaning down for a quick kiss.

“I love you more,” you replied, smiling at him before you both followed Heeseung.

[quietbluejay]

Notes for the crack Loyalist!Lucius AU

Once again just copied with minimal editing from discord. Does it make sense? eh. Is it in character? probably not. Is it silly? yes. Was it fun to play around with? Absolutely.

I'm still thinking about the loyalist!lucius au where eidolon turns him down because it's so much in eidolon's character to do that also after finding out loken somehow survived isstvan iii that means that other people could also have survived, in theory

malcador: im recruiting you to be part of a secret elite unit lucius: i like "elite" malcador: you will get no glory and no recognition lucius: ahkay im out

malcador keeps sending him on extremely flashy suicide missions and lucius keeps surviving the way malcador gets him to agree to the missions is that they're high risk high reward and because they're high visibility impossible missions his name is out there iirc in the original version of this he became Slaanesh's champion anyways, just fighting on the opposite side lucius to various imperials: im going to teach you all about the power of rock like hm realistically tho malcador would try to kill him like not just via suicide mission but more immediately if he went chaos even crackier idea where malcador kills lucius, succeeds and now lucius is malcador

now, this would be an absolute disaster on every possible level especially given this lucius is slaanesh's champion BUT it would be extremely funny but back to the main au idea thinking further on "why malcador wouldn't just kill lucius" he and loken became besties after surviving for months (years???) alone together on isstvan iii

even more crackily he ends up getting an anti-chaos blade i dunno i feel like such a thing SHOULD exist ...eldar weapon this is the man who used a giant alien murder spider leg (very sharp) as a sword when he got trapped on murder spider planet (and got yelled at for it, because it was alien) also a lot of the good magical artefacts/swords have morality requirements and lucius is nnnnnnot going to pass those the most "realistic" way he gets the sword is by killing a craftworld but, tbh, i do not wish to reward this behaviour

…he should derail the plot of Angel Exterminatus from what I understand it involved eldar things and Fulgrim using a whole bunch of eldar soulstones (and also part of Perturabo's soul) to turn himself into a daemon (maybe i should not actually make these plans without reading the book. oh well.)

malcador: your primarch and also perturabo are trying to do something suspicious are you a bad enough dude to stop them? lucius: absolutely malcador: i have every faith that you will succeed after lucius leaves malcador: there's a 99% chance he'll die. FINALLY. maybe lucius gets the soulstones and accidentally trades them to the eldar for the sword like he survives but he's too injured to actually do anything here which is how he gets thanked and they say, lucius' hearts grew three sizes that day

he also wasn't really attached to the sword and then malcador told him not to get rid of it "you're not my real dad!" he said, clutching the sword "no," muttered malcador, "your real dad is trying to turn into a sexy snake" "i have many questions," said loken, who was currently being ignored in the corner.

so in canon loken kind of snapped due to being alone on isstvan iii surrounded only by the bodies of his former comrades is….is lucius somehow his emotional crutch i mean having one person to talk to is loads better than being alone even if that person is someone who hates you and you don't particularly care for either would lucius be the type of person who would like someone being emotionally dependent on him (especially given the beef) or would he be "ew clingy"

lol okay this is a more serious part of the au, i think lucius would have a lot of time for uncomfortable introspection on isstvan iii maybe that's how some of his character development happens

oh no look it's one of my favourite character dynamics garviel loken and lucius, starring in: this is our get-along virus-bombed planet

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

you KNOW i gotta ask hellcheer for the possession headcanons. Eddie + possibly cursed, Chrissy + soft / fuzzy, and the two of them together + embarrassing or kept a secret (whichever you prefer 🥰)

I haven't been feeling very Hellcheer-y lately, and this made me a lil excited about them again, so thank you!!

Eddie + possibly cursed 

This is not my actual answer, but can you imagine if I said the answer was Chrissy's scrunchie that he took off her body and kept as a reminder of the most traumatic night of his life… and somehow it ended up being kinda cursed by Henry and Eddie was able to use it as a lingering connection to Chrissy that resulted in somehow bringing her back???? (Sorry.)

But really, the possibly cursed item Eddie owns is this plain white mug with 2 googly eyes on it that Wayne has zero recollection of ever buying in his travels, and he and Eddie just got used the unsettling feeling of it watching them at all times.

Neither of them ever dared use it. But they also never dared get rid of it.

About a year or so into the relationship, once Chrissy feels at home in the trailer, she “accidentally” smashes the mug when she’s alone. 

No one ever asks where it went. 

Chrissy + soft / fuzzy

In Chrissy and Eddie's first apartment, in the back of a drawer, there are a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. 

The thing is, Eddie is the one who bought them. He and Chrissy were talking about spicing things up (in fairly vague terms), and he thought she would want to ease into it with something tame like that.

He was wrong. The day he came home with the handcuffs, she surprised him with a strap on and a shockingly large dildo (he ends up being the one who has to, ahem, be eased into things). 

When Chrissy decides to try something new, she goes all in, ok!

Hellcheer + kept a secret

One of my favourite fic ideas I ever came up with for them involved them getting together that Friday night before Spring Break. She follows him into his bedroom, preventing Henry from taking her, and they spend the next few days together just falling crazy in love in secret, not telling anyone cause maybe they’re a little nervous to leave the bubble they created (Chrissy especially, because she knows there’s still something out there haunting her). 

Laura and Jason track her down at the trailer and drag her home, where Laura locks her in her room, leaving her at Henry’s mercy. Eddie keeps their days together a secret, because it’s the most intimate and real thing he’s ever experienced and now she’s in a coma cause of that monster and he can’t even begin to deal with that while he’s also being accused of attacking her and the others (the thing is, Wayne knew.. he stopped by home a couple times over those days and though Chrissy mostly hid in the bedroom, they DID meet outside the bathroom one time in the middle of the night and it was very awkward for them both). All the victims end up in a coma instead of dying, Eddie somehow still gets blamed and the gang sees no solution except to fake Eddie’s death and send him on the run with a little help from Owens’ government friends. 

Sometime after he’s long gone, Chrissy wakes up to a world where Eddie is “dead,” their relationship still a secret (Laura and Jason sure aren’t going to reveal to anyone that Chrissy sullied herself with a boy like that, right), and she’s more alone than she’s ever been. 

(Don’t worry, eventually Chrissy befriends Nancy and Robin, who tell her the truth and she goes searching for him, so there’s a happy ending.. eventually). 

Hellcheer + embarrassing

As for embarrassing… I think Chrissy has a fascination with those mall photo studios. Her family was too fancy for them (see: that creepy fucking oil painting Laura clearly commissioned) so one time as a surprise date, Chrissy drags Eddie to one. They wear lots of different outfits, but the ones Eddie makes her SWEAR she will never show anyone are the ones where Eddie is wearing the preppiest shit imaginable (a polo shirt! baggy khakis! hair slicked back in a low pony! plastered-on fake Norman Rockwell smiles and awkwardly formal hands on shoulders!) He only did it cause they were in a private room where any passersby couldn’t see, and also cause Chrissy batted her eyes at him and pleaded, telling him just how much she wanted to make a mockery of her unhappy suburban family life with the photos. Chrissy promises no one will ever see them and she means it but alas... Robin snoops.

[novadly]

I wonder what was going to happen next in the Solar AU WOY comic you did back in the show’s heyday.

To tell you the truth, it was definitely nostalgic for me! I loved looking at it all the time when I was in high school! ^_^

Also, your WOY is very amazing and I hope me and the entire Wander fandom will get to see more of it very, very soon. ^_^

In fact, if I had to choose my favorite WOY art from you, I’d pick the picture of Wander, Sylvia and the Phantomimes based on the creepiest episode of Wander…The Heebie Jeebies!

Heya!

I'm not going to lie, I stared at this a bit in awe before even considering how to even begin answering this - not in a bad way, just out of a bit of surprise that something I made was remembered this fondly (This is an extremely long winded way of saying "Thank You" haha)

It's been a very long time since I've thought about the comic and the storyline I had planned, but I can certainly do my best to outline some of the bigger ideas/points I eventually wanted to hit! I do have to go ahead and say that this was going to diverge from canon heavily, as my favorite thing to do is make AUs that make no sense, so I don't really mind if people think it's jumping the shark - it was a lot of fun to make and plan with friends regardless.

Anyways!

The comic only got to the introduction of Screwball Jones before I kind of changed fandoms and focus. It was going to be revealed that in order to "fix" the people that Dominator would send to him, he'd remove the memories that made them villains (and thus potential competition in Dominator's plans for conquering and destroying galaxies. This is what turned Lord Hater into a Happy-go-Lucky guy. Eventually, through Watchdog shenanigans, Hater would have retrieved a crystal shard that contained his stored away memories. But he wasn't the only one who walked away with a shard - Wander would have too! He's confused about what it means - the implications being a bit concerning - but ultimately, after accidentally breaking his own shard, it'd show that Wander was one of the first ones that Dominator and Screwball had teamed up on getting rid of - that he was a tiny menace from the Galaxy the three of them had originally come from.

Since it was a general re-imagining of S2 and pre-series stuff, it would have gone into Wander and Dominator's shared past, Sylvia and Jeff helping Wander come to terms with knowing he wasn't that great of a guy way back when and how to move forward, and Dominator's eventual defeat. I may have been a bit too ambitious when it came to starting a comic of all things, but it was good experience and my only regret is not having the time or energy to pick it up again, haha.

If it's anything, I've adapted the story into original content that I'm working on now - a DnD-esque setting called Planesalker that I hope can make it's source ideas proud :]

[one-abuse-survivor]

hi ! it’s the anon with the abusive sister, and i bring good news !! i really wanted to share it cause no one irl knows what my sister did to me, and i feel like i’ve made a huge step in getting better !

(first tho, thank you so much for the resources/advice about healthy coping skills !! i’ve bought a stuffed toy of a rabbit and a dog that i now sit with whenever i miss them/get triggered/generally need comfort. we’re thinking of adopting a dog next year when my dad is ready, so i’m looking forward to that ! i’m still a bit scared because i’m so used to dealing with an elderly dog—my dog was 14 when she died—and i don’t want to accidentally hurt a puppy (even tho i know i wont because i’m fine with other people’s pups). but i’m still excited !)

okey, good news time ! (sorry that this got so long ! i just had a lot to share and no one to share it with, so i hope you don’t mind)

one - i cut off my grandmother. she told my sister that the rabbit had died and used it as to excuse why we weren’t talking to her, and then she implied that the reason why my sister did what she did was because i was born and took attention away from her. the only way i could interpret that was ‘it’s all your fault and you shouldn’t have been born’ so i cut her off (though my main reason was secretly about the rabbit, because she had no right to do that and grieving made me 10x angrier). i haven’t spoken to her since january and it’s wonderful, but she did message me on her birthday to thank me for the card i wrote (my parents forced me to send it to save my mother from getting hateful texts) but my mother typed out a response for me because i was too anxious. since then, my mum cut her off too so things have been better. i have wobbled a few times thinking that i’m overreacting or being unfair, but it’s like, she’s abusive, she let my sister abuse us, and is generally just unpleasant to be around. why would i want to be around someone who implied that i deserved to be abused because i dared to be born?

two - my parents finally realised that i’m not exaggerating about my memories. they’re a bit upset, but it finally clicked that i really don’t remember much. they’re also taking my nightmares more seriously (not that they weren’t already) and that side of the family is very rarely talked about. it’s nice that it’s open in the household now, since they already knew about my anxiety but this is like a step up. (they also FINALLY listened to me about me possibly having adhd, but only because my mum might have it, but whatever). 

three - not fully abuse-related, but still kinda good. i have been saved from a possible relationship with a cheater and enforced one of my relationship boundaries ! there’s a guy i’ve been talking to for a few months (since around april?) and i thought that i might end up in a relationship with him. he was very flirty and honestly a bit of a smooth talker, and i embarrassingly fell for him because of that, yet he’s had a partner the entire time. i only found this out two days ago when he told me that she had blocked him and he didn’t know what to do. thankfully school starts up again in september, and because i’m in my final year before i go to uni, i have to practically get rid of my social life in order to study so i don’t have to talk to him. i don’t wanna talk to him about it, even though i should, because now my trust in him is gone and i won’t be able to have a friendship with him either. cheating is something my abuser did frequently to her partners and something she gaslight me over, saying stuff like ‘oh i never cheated you’re wrong why do you hate me etc’ even when we had proof in the form of a baby, so i have a very strict policy to not date cheaters/get caught up in an affair of any kind. i might be overreacting, but literally the day before i found about his partner he sent me a post on instagram that said ‘i love you <3’ and he’s frequently said it before, as well as stuff like ‘you’re so cute’ and ‘you’re so sweet’ with a bunch of other compliments i actually feel sick reading. i know it can be meant platonically, but he knows i use tone tags and some of the stuff he’s said before had a nigh-on sexual tone to it so i struggle to view it as platonic. but whatever ! it was my bad for not seeing the red flags, but i’ve seen them now, and i’m doing what is best for me.

it’s my abuser’s birthday in a few weeks, so i’m gonna take extra care of myself around that time just in case she tries to get back in contact, but i know the day is uncomfortable for me anyway so i have some plans in place for comfort and distraction.

i can do this ! i’m going to recover from what happened and deal with my mental health no matter what happens !

Hi again! I'm really sorry it took so long to reply ❤️

That's amazing that buying stuffed animals helped you! I'm really glad to have been able to help with my advice. And it's so exciting that you're going to have a puppy! I'm sure you'll be amazing with it! :3

I'm so glad to hear you cut out your grandmother, nonnie. She was abusive, and a abuse apologist and enabler, and you absolutely did the right thing. It's completely normal to doubt yourself and wonder if you're exaggerating after cutting out someone who was so hurtful to you, but the best thing you can do when you feel that way is just to keep going, because time really gives you the clarity that you need. And it can also help to (carefully) remind yourself of some of the stuff she did and said if you're worrying about exaggerating.

I'm really happy for you that your parents have also cut out your grandma and are taking your issues more seriously now, and are willing to have conversations about them with you. You deserve all their support while you navigate your nightmares and memory issues and possible adhd. I hope things have improved a little now that you've been able to talk about these issues openly and honestly ❤️

And woah, you really dodged a bullet with that guy! Ugh, what a crappy situation to be in. Good for you for cutting contact with him after seeing the red flags! I really get you about cheating—my own abuser dated a married man for years behind his wife's back and made it my responsibility to keep it a secret, so I absolutely, 100% get your reaction. And, for the record, you were not exaggerating.

And, lastly, that's so amazing that you planned ahead for your sister's birthday and prioritised taking care of yourself during that time of the year. You ought to be really proud of yourself for that. I'm proud of you! It's not easy to be gentle with oneself during trauma anniversaries and other difficult trauma times of the year. Go you ❤️

Best of luck with your last year of school! You've got this! 💪🏼

[makingshortstorieslong]

trying to pack up all my everything for while I’m living out of the country for an unknown number of years. in case my parents move and also so even if they don’t they can use this space that was my room. good idea. but anyway I am experience so many emotions

I just did this too when I “moved out” for college and there was that whole “misunderstanding” where my mom like. Semi accidentally kicked me out? that was so weird but anyway I took Literally Everything to my college apartment. Only to move it back in two years later. And anyway I cut down on some shit then but I acquired more shit since (thanks to getting stuff from when my grandparents moved in with my aunt) and anyway now I have to put everything I own into bins and I keep going back and forth between so tempted to toss so much out - I don’t care about this lamp or this clipboard or this cookbook or this stapler I can replace it - and keeping like. My recorder music book from fourth grade. The cup I’ve kept my pencils in since I was. Six? Five? That I decorated with silly foam. An Italian-English dictionary. A Spanish-English dictionary. An English dictionary.

anyway the truth is my mom bought a lot of these plastic bins and I just need to fill them carefully up with stuff and it’s fine if that stuff is nostalgic miscellany or if it’s ultimately useless that’s for me to worry about eventually if I’m ever like. Not bouncing around from place to place renting forever. Or even if I am so long as that bouncing around is back here in the US

also shoot did I put the Italian English dictionary in the goodwill bin I actually really want that. I’ve never learned Italian.

I swear I’m not that attached to stuff and like I don’t collect things (well I do now collect postcards but like. they don’t take up a lot of stuff) but once I have something I fucking keep it. I stuck Harold (the plastic skeleton) and Isolde (the fake spider) in the goodwill bin too

(the goodwill bin I mention is still in my room. I can retrieve these things. I think I’ve sold myself on keeping the dictionary. I might… see if I can bequeath Harry and Isolde to a good home.)

(This would all be much better if I could give my random beloved crap to people personally rather than sending it to a second hand shop. Like when I got rid of most of my YA books I gave them to a 12 year old I knew. And right now I am giving some books to friends at least. But again some of this stuff is like. A broken jewelry box. My kindergarten music class glockenspiel that’s missing the smallest … bar? key? note? noise making metal thingy.)

(Speaking of which can I interest anyone in a copy of Moby-Dick? It turns out I had two. I’m keeping the one I originally read it in, I plan to read that book again multiple times in my life, but I really don’t need two. It doesn’t have a cool cover or anything but it is a nice hardcover book)