#this note gave me the internet CUDDLES

[waitmyturtles]

HI! I just wanted to send a little appreciation your way for your old gmmtv series. As someone who also got into bls in the past year or so (thank you bad buddy!), I have also been trying to slowly catch up with past shows where I can. It's been nowhere near as comprehensive as your list is - I just watch some shows when I have time and can remember to between currently airing ones that take over my brain for good chunks of time - and it's really impressive to me that you also watch the Not Great ones, just for the understanding of where the genre emerged and how it's progressed. I may not always engage with it but I'm always lurking and reading and I've learned SO MUCH.

I also really love that through this you're also restarting some conversations about old shows. I had a lot of feelings during both UWMA and HCTM when I watched them sometime over the past year that never made it out of my brain and never really got fleshed out just because I was still largely lurking and attempting to process it all when there is nobody else talking about them anymore was a bit of a challenge. SO THANK YOU. A lot of the thoughts I've had over the past year over these 2 shows specifically are a lot clearer and I have SO MANY more insights than I did when I watched them alone!

You also sometimes mention things that I had thought while watching these shows and it's always so exciting to me to at some point have been on the same wavelength as your incredibly brilliant brain

FIRST OF ALL (let me say, FIRST OF ALL, lol) -- getting this from you, dear @grapejuicegay, whose BBS analysis I have read HUNGRILY, past and present -- warms my heart. THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL NOTE!!!!

And thank you for noting the connection among the shows. I am VERY thankful to @absolutebl for convincing me, when I was first putting this project together, to go chronologically. Without watching these shows in order, I would definitely not have seen how the shows and themes have been talking to each other over time (including the ones that are... not so good, lol).

AND -- because you and me are BBS stans -- something I LOVE about this project is seeing the source material that shows like ATOTS and BBS absorbed. I'm talking at length with the wonderful @chickenstrangers about this separately -- how art speaks to art, and what I think these artists are saying to each other THROUGH their art. I literally just wrote a DM, knowing that from my early adult years living in a big city -- artists are the most obsessed with other artists, lol (besides themselves, HA).

Even though they come from different studios, I think there's a lot happening between HCTM and UWMA. I think, while I'm working on my 2gether and Still 2gether round-up this week, I'm going to write a follow-up to my pain and suffering meta on some themes I've seen in these 2019/2020 shows regarding their similarities. They're too glaring to not go unanalyzed, ha.

I really appreciate that you're reading along for the ride, @grapejuicegay, and I'll continue to obsess either lurkingly or verbally with you on BBS and other shows, too! <3

[sato-s-only-wife5107]

LMK!Wukong: The Game.

Word Count: 1078.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Clingy Wukong acting like a baby.

Authors Notes: Based on that one (TikTok?)video with the lady and her adorable clingy kitty. It felt very LMK!Wukong coded, so I couldn't help myself. Hope you enjoy! And don't be shy, feel free to request whatever you want!

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The vibe of Flower Fruit Mountain was rather peaceful in the past few hours. The little monkeys didn't come to bother you or anything today, which made you a bit suspicious. Wukong wasn't any different though, still the same old monkey, clinging to you like a child with its favourite toy. Not that you minded your boyfriend’s embrace, but being able to scratch your nose would have been nice.

You were on the internet when you saw the inspiration to do something… fun. You glanced at your Monkey King and smiled a bit as he repeatedly nuzzled into your stomach. You moved to sit up on the bed and stretched, which made him briefly let you go so he could do the same. When he was about to bury himself back into you, that's when you struck and stopped him. 

“What?” Wukong looked at you in confusion with a small frown when you didn't allow him to cuddle you. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Stay,” you warned, which made him twitch in excitement at the challenge. The way his tail moved and how his eyes zeroed in on you made him look like a wild animal ready to pounce and not let go till your body stopped moving… Well, in this case till you stop resisting.

“No,” he said yet again like the stubborn little monkey he was.

“Stay,” you repeated, which made the Monkey King pout like a baby. “Don't look at me like that.”

“Mine,” he whined as he opened his arms in an attempt for you to collapse into him. 

Not today. 

“No,” you warned again.

“Not mine?” he teared, you had to give him credit, his guilt trip game was fire.

“Yes yours, but no touchy,” you assured him and tried not to laugh.

“Why?” he whined, but listened to you nonetheless, which surprised you greatly. He showed more self-control today than you gave him credit for.

“No,” you stood firm, wanting nothing more than to see where his limit for the day was.

“Mine…” He pouted at you, his lip quivered, and he looked like he was about to cry. It hurt your heart and soul… But you knew him too well to fall for that. 

“We're gonna play a game, okay?”

“No, mine,” his quivering pout turned stubborn, his arms still open till you lowered them by his wrist with your index fingers.

“We're playing a game,” you said more forcefully, not giving him the choice.

“Mmm,” he whined, but it's a potential game with you, and he’s Wukong, so he let you continue.

“It's called keep hands to self, okay?” 

“No!” he snapped immediately. 

“Volume!” you snapped back.

“Don't care!” he snapped back.

He’s such a child for such an old monkey. You mused to yourself.

He wanted you in his arms! He didn't want to play a stupid game that required him to have you right there but not be able to touch you. He was offended you'd even suggest something like that.

“Too much of a coward?” you smirked and raised a challenging brow that made him flinch. “Maybe you're too weak to be able to do such a simple task?”

“No…” he grumbled and folded his arms as he looked away. 

He's so predictable… I admit I wanna kiss him right now though… you thought to yourself and decided to reward the Monkey King a bit when you were done torturing him.

“C'mon~ surely my big strong Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven won't be bested by a tiny little game,” you worked his ego, and as it always did, it worked.

“Fine, I'll play your stupid game…” he caved, but his fingers intertwined with yours.

“That-that means your hands too,” you were trying so hard not to laugh as you pulled your hand away from his.

“What?” He narrowed his eyes again.

“Yeah, that includes your hands too,” you told him and removed your hand from his. “Keep hands to self, remember?”

“I don't like this game!” he protested and reached to grab your face, but you were faster and grabbed his wrists.

“My face as well, no touching my face,” you spoke and moved his hands to his lap.

It really hurt you to deny him, the adorable pouting baby opened his arms in an attempt to get you to give in first, but you stood strong.

“No hugging,” you mused.

“Ugh,” he glared at you but kept still with his hands on his lap. You could tell it was taking everything in the Monkey King not to just jump you and be over with. The proof was in the way his tail twitched and swayed in annoyance… and the fact that his entire body was shaking like a chihuahua. 

“Good job!” the second the words left your mouth, that's exactly what he did… jump you.

“Finally!” he said as he squeezed you in his arms, but not so tightly that you'd be uncomfortable and want another reason to leave his arms again.

“W-wait, we’re not done yet!” you laughed and tried to get through to him, but it was clear to see that you had lost. 

“We are done,” he said firmly and buried his face into your stomach.

“I'll tell you when-  I'll tell you-” You still tried to peel him off of you, but he was stuck to you like Flex tape.  “I'll tell you when the game is over,”

“It is over,” he pulled back a bit to speak but buried his face into your stomach again. 

“No, no, no,” you laugh, “let's just try it,”

“No, mine!” he held on firmly.

“But-”

“Mine!” he yelled as he squeezed you more.

“Gods dammit,” you swore with a laugh as you gave in and stroked your fingers through his bed head. “Okay, okay, you win.”

“Mine~” he smirked up at you and moved up to bury his face into your neck. 

“All yours, silly monkey,” you chuckled at his display.

Honestly, you couldn't resist him, just as much as he couldn't resist you. You snuggled into his furry chest and took in the scent of your conditioner he kept stealing. You felt at peace at that moment, and it didn't take long for the tired hero to KO. Not only that, but you still couldn't escape, even with him asleep. Not that you minded, you revelled in your Monkey King seeking your comfort and love. That was the bare minimum he deserved.

[mayearies]

POCO LOCO FOR HOCO .. miles morales ⟡

󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 “there she is! ganke! my dream girl.”

✦ synopsis miles had been crushing on you since freshman year. of course he couldnt confront you about it, even if he believed he was naturally smooth with the ladies. but today was the day.

✦ genre hugs n cuddles

✦ disclaimer none!

✦ note! the title isnt corny shut up

“man, come on.” ganke sighed. miles wanted to ask you out to the homecoming dance since he really adored you. having a crush that didnt wind down for over a year was taking a toll.

miles paced against the marble floor of the hall as people passed by. he was a nervous mess, and ganke wasn’t helping much. “i knoww.. i know!” he crossed his arms, “come on, miles. it’s just homecoming.”

miles gave him a bothered stare and put his hands on his hips, “it isn’t ‘just homecoming,’ ganke! we’re talking about asking the girl i’ve liked for a year, two months, five days, and 2 hours to go to homecoming with me here! lighten up, would ya?”

“you’ve been pacing in the same hallway for the last 15 minutes. i’m getting dimmer and dimmer.” ganke slammed his hands on miles’ shoulders and gave him an inspired look. “you got this. you bought her flowers, tickets, the sign…”

it was a corny spiderman pun he got off the internet a few days before. i mean, it was an attempt. “… could have been better, but we were running short on time. so to sum it up—go get your girl.”

“…thanks man, that was really enli-”

“before someone else does. now go!” he shoved him into you, making you jump in surprise. he was really nervous and sweaty. he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no.

“oh! miles, right?” he was surprised you knew his name, he isnt that well known around visions. he was at one point, on like the first day of school of freshman year. “yep! t-that’s me.”

“i almost never see you around, though. and i know most people in here.” well, crap.

“i just… do a lot of online school! yeah, yeah, i get sick a lot,” he fake coughed while turning his head away, “weak immune systems, y’know?”

ganke facepalmed in the background and gestured miles to get it done and over with before their break ends. he swallowed shakily, “so, i wanted to ask you something.” you rose your eyebrow.

shuffled and pulled out the poster that he made last night, which had a pun writing of “just like spiderman saves the day, will you save a dance for me at hoco?" it looked like he spent a lot of time on it too. “so… will you..?”

“i…” you didnt plan on going to homecoming with anyone, actually. but it was too cute of a proposal “i’d love to.”

his face lit up of sunshine. ganke gave him a thumbs up from just over your shoulder. he hasn’t been this happy in a while. “seriously? like you mean it?” you nodded, “what made you ask me, though?”

“it was a choice.” you giggled a little. “same thing for your shoelaces?”

“you already know me so well, jeez!”

@ mayearies , no swiping!

[fan-goddess]

Yes sir…

Thank you @succnfuccubus for inspiring me to write this and convincing me to actually do this

Summary: After another rejection, Billy’s feeling a little down in the dumps. But after meeting with your friend that morning and looking at a unique source material, you get a very unique idea on how to hopefully cheer him up.

Authors Note: Gave the friend a name as it was just easier. I loved the idea, but I don’t like this for some reason

Taglist: @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee @targaryenbarbie @anjelicawrites d

Warnings: Smut books, p in v sex, m oral, praise kink, power imbalance role play, role play, angst, comforting, sad boy Billy Washington, the economy, begging, cuddling (if I miss any let me know)

Billy had never been a particularly avid reader. The most he’d ever voluntarily read probably being the required reading for secondary school English. You on the other hand, even before you’d stumbled across the smut section on the internet, had always been a common bookworm.

When your friend Lya first began to lend you books from her so called private collection though, now that’s when you became a woman possessed. Soon, most of what you were reading involved some sort of dark romance filtered in. Whether that was mafia, pirate, or just a simple brother’s best friend romance. You read it all with an expressionless face.

Yet when you’d begun to date Billy, you must confess to the amusement of Lya, who you’d been borrowing books from for all these years, that you hadn’t been borrowing and reading as many of those sort of books as you used too. Since now, you had a real life romance novel in front of your very eyes to carry out. It wasn’t exactly the dream romance kids pictured after watching a Disney movie, but what sort of relationships were these days?

The last few days, you and Billy had been unable to have sex due to a sudden difference in work times. Well, your work times and Billy’s interviews. Still, whilst you were used to this happening at some random times, your pussy had taken a sudden hit with the recent dry streak. Now, you were beginning to crave one of those novels of yours in your hands again. Desperate for a new sort of fiction that’d get brain stimulated and your cunt working.

So you called the best smut dealer you knew.

“Hey bestie!” You grinned, picking at your nail while your other hand was busy holding the phone. “I need a favour…” She’d laughed when you’d asked her for a new recommendation, yet to your relief, you and her had managed to agree to a meet up the next day to, exchange the goods.

The morning you were supposed to leave, you remember kissing Billy goodbye as your adorable half asleep boyfriend was still laying in bed all cosy and pretty. “Where are you going?” He’d grumbled, so cute with a small tired pout on his face that it almost made you want to strip back down to nothing and pounce on him there and then. The lack of sex it seemed was really getting to you right now.

“Visiting one of my friends for a morning drink. Nothing much baby. Remember though you’ve got that interview at 3, so don’t forget!” You smiled, giving him another deep kiss before you go that left Billy’s cheeks flushed from bashfulness. He’s so effortlessly fucking sexy it was utterly unreal…

When you got to the cafe you’d planned to meet Lya at, she eagerly waved at you from a discreet corner of the room. She may be honest as hell about what she reads, but she sure as hell knows how to act like a fucking dealer about it.

“Hello darling!” You smile, moving so you could give her a quick hug before sitting opposite her. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been alright thanks babes! Stocking up on my little novel collection, which reminds me!” She gives you a mischievous smile, and from her bag produced a book with quite a different cover than what you thought it’d be. As she places in front of you what looks to be a copy of great expectations.

“Think you’ve mixed up the books Lya!” You laugh, giggling in amusement when you see her look at you with such disappointment.

“Course I haven’t idiot!” She sighs, moving to grab the book and remove the book cover, before showing you the back of it. Where much to your surprise, you find the blurb for a very different book. Called ‘Unbuttoning the CEO’. “I read it last week and thought it’d be perfect for you!”

You laugh at the title and place the secret cover back on, before placing it in your bag. You don’t bring the book up again the rest of the catch up convo, but at the end when the two of you have eaten your cakes, drunk your coffees and were saying your goodbyes, you made sure to let Lya know what you thought of the book when you read it.

When you get back home, you head to the bedroom first to see if Billy’s back or not. The bed you can see is unmade and ruffled, yet when you feel it you can tell it’s cold to the touch, telling you Billy left a while a go. You head to the living room and sit on the sofa with a small sigh, praying Billy didn’t decide to head to the pub before a job interview.

You’re still for a couple minutes trying to think of what to do to occupy your time while you wait for Billy, and your eyes can’t help but be drawn to your bag, where the book practically taunts you from inside it. Before you even know it, you’re curled up on the sofa with the book in your hand and your lip between your teeth.

Words blur as you read sentence after sentence, but your eyes certainly eagerly tune in when you get to the actual sex part, which wasn’t even very far in to be honest.

The ceo takes the assistant on his desk, and you can’t help but clench your legs together when you read about how later on the assistant helps the CEO to ‘destress’. You take a small break to make yourself a quick drink, and can’t help but find your mind drifting to the idea of you and Billy in those scenes, playing those characters. You can’t help but forget about even making any sort of drink as you imagine exactly how you could help Billy destress from the recent unfair influx of job rejections.

You eagerly get back to reading though, and by the time Billy comes back home around 5, stinking slightly of cheap lager, you’ve already finished the book twice and reread your favourite scenes about three times over.

“Hey baby!” You smile, making note on how Billy nuzzles his body into yours as much as he can as soon as he gets close enough. Your pretty little teddy bear… “How’d it go?”

“Said I weren’t what they were looking for…” He murmurs into the length of your neck, as you kiss the top of his head softly. “Another fucking failure to add to the list…”

“Don’t say that!” You firmly say, placing both your hands on the side of his face to force his eyes to meet yours. You hate the way he looks so broken in that moment. So beaten by the world that all you want to do in that moment is wrap your arms around him and keep him safe from everything and everyone. The assholes who hurt him hurt him good and deep, and if you could, you’d beat them to death yourself. Maybe even with your porn book that’d be a right sight you must admit… “You are fucking amazing! You’re my favourite person in the whole world and I will not have you bring yourself down! Do you understand me Billy Washington?”

He gulps, and for a second you swear you can see tears build up in his eyes before they’re quickly blinked away.

“I-I underhand darling. Thank you, for being there for me. For everything.” He says, before bringing you in for a hug. Practically crushing you with how hard his arms lock around your waist and his head stays tucked in the skin of your neck.

The two of you stay there for what feels like hours. Holding each other while the time goes by. The only reason the two of you even break away from each other is because your phone rings so loudly all of a sudden and shocks the two of you into remembering the situation at hand. You quickly move to switch your phone on silent, and yet your eyes somehow manage to drift to the book peeking out from behind a sofa cushion, and an idea makes it way through your mind.

“Hey Billy…” You begin, smirking when you see Billy’s usual shy persona breaking through his shell once more when he sees that smile of yours. “I wanna try something tonight…”

“What is it?” He asks, raising a brow and stepping back slightly when he sees the grin on your face.

“Just something I read recently. Wanna see how you’ll like it…” You purr, placing your hands on his shoulders and dragging him to the edge of the sofa, before pushing him slightly so he falls backwards with a small gasp. His eyes open wide as they stare at you with such awe and admiration that you can’t help but find yourself blushing slightly.

You slowly lower yourself between Billy’s legs, which seem to open as wide as they can automatically, and with innocent fluttering eyes, lay your head on the side on his leg.

“Can I please suck your cock sir?” You beg, a pout on your lips to mimic pure desperation as Billy practically seems to have a heart attack above you. He appears breathless as you spring this sudden fantasy upon him, and yet by the way you can see and feel his trousers move and strain with his quickly swelling cock, you can tell with certainty that he definitely seems to be enjoying this.

“Yes…” He eventually murmurs with a heavy breath. “You can suck my cock….”

“Thank you sir, I promise I won’t let you down!” You smile, moving your hands to undo his belt and shimmy down his trousers and his underwear. When Billy is left sitting naked before you, as he’d claimed to feel silly if he was sitting in just his shirt, you can’t even stop yourself from admiring your boyfriends erect cock that stands proudly before your face.

“Such a pretty cock sir…” You murmur, before opening your mouth and taking it in your mouth as far as you can before your nose hits the small soft patch of hair lying at the base of Billy’s cock.

You can hear him keen and whine above you, and you’re very sad you can’t see the way his eyes no doubt roll to the back of his head. You slowly move your head back and forth, keeping a steady pace that leaves Billy practically shaking and whining above you.

“Please….” You hear him beg. A noise you love more than anything, and yet at this moment it’s not what you want. You want him to feel in control for once. To know how much you worship him and adore him. To know that he has the ability to make you become so needy and desperate for him that you’ll do anything to please him. That is, with the right words of course.

“Please darling!” He continues, his whimpering so delightful to your ears that you almost throw your plan out the window so you could give him as many earth shattering orgasms as he deserves. But patience is a virtue, so you continue to suck at Billy’s cock in a leisurely pace. Drawing all sorts of noises from him that leaves your own lower half aching for a release.

“Take control of me Billy…” You eventually say, admittedly growing tired of the lack of communication between the both of you. “Take hold of me and do whatever you want to me sir…”

It seems your words finally made it into his pretty little head. Since as soon as you try and go back to putting your mouth on him after saying those words to him, you feel a strong hand wrap itself between the strands of your hair, atopping you from getting anymore closer to his cock than what you already are. It makes your pussy admittedly wetter as you’re now effectively eye level with Billy’s weeping member, and yet am unable to touch it at all. Forced to stare at it while it weeps a single drop his precum and watch while it trails down his erection. It’s absolute fucking torture.

“Please sir!” You find yourself begging, an actual pout on your lips as desperation claws up your whole body. “I wanna make you feel good sir! Wanna warm your cock in my mouth and feel your cum trickling down my throat!”

You can feel the grip his hands have on your hair tighten, and before you know it, Billy’s cock is hitting the back of your throat and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as your used like a pathetic fuck toy. You let your body go limp as you allow Billy to use you however he decides, yet he doesn’t seem to exactly have that part figured out yet, as he focuses on moaning and groaning about you like a porn star while he uses you to his current hearts content.

For a while, you almost find yourself unable to breathe. Gasping for air whenever the opportunity appeared. Yet still, you persist in your willingness, eager to see the usually so submissive man in front of you break.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He groans, moaning as he further tightens his grip on you and forces you to work harder and faster on his cock. You moan wantonly and work your tongue harder as you feel his tip become drenched in a delicious mixture of both your spit and his precum, and feel his entire length throb under the weight of your efforts. It’s actually quite flattering really, seeing how fast he’s about to cum from your suggestions.

“Fuuuuuuck please swallow baby please please please!” He whines, that inner submissive of his still lingering as he holds your head down firmly on his cock while you feel his cum shoot down to the back of your throat, and practically choke you with how much you feel quickly filling your mouth. You cough slightly as you try and obey Billy by swallowing what you can, yet you can’t help but have a few drops of his essence flow down your cheek as you struggle swallowing the first few drops.

“Here you go baby…” Billy murmurs, using his fingers to pick up the stray dribbles and put them in front of your lips. Admittedly you feel quite bashful as you avoid his eyes while sucking the remaining taste of him off his fingers, but as soon as you finish, those same now spit covered fingers rest under your chin and force your head up so your eyes can meet.

A silent gasp releases under your breath as you see an uncharacteristic carefree yet somehow cocky smile on Billy’s face. That submissive man you saw not even five minutes ago gone as this new, changed man sits before you. Like some sort of strange sexual butterfly.

“You were a good girl for me.” He simply says, allowing you to bask in the feeling of his dominance that makes your legs weak at the knees. “And good girls if I’m right, get rewarded. You taught me that pretty girl. So please, get naked, and get on the bed for me arse up, so I can reward you for being so good for me.”

Fuck you’ve made a monster. A sexy one yes, but still a sexually dominant monster.

You do as Billy says to a T. Stripping yourself quickly so that your clothes are all over the bedroom floor, and placing your body on the bed in Billy’s desired position. You wait with bated breath for what feels like hours while your skin erupts in a multitude of goosebumps, and you swear you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Billy’s warm skin suddenly against yours. You feel his half hard cock rubbing almost pitifully against your arse, and you realise with a very sick thrill that you can actually feel him getting harder the more your juices seem to coat him.

It seems though you were so caught up in your thoughts, that you miss the sounds of Billy’s own clumsy movements of stripping.

“So pretty…” He groans. A beautiful sound that leaves you wanting more more and more. How greedy of you… “You want to be fucked by me don’t you? By your boss?”

“Yes sir!” You whine, your head going dull as you stay focused only Billy’s body and nothing else. On the way he makes you feel so effortlessly, and without meaning. “Want you to make me yours! Want me to make sure everyone knows I only belong to you!”

You can hear Billy deeply grunt behind you, and with a gasp you don’t even at first realise belong to you, you feel Billy thrust his cock deep inside you. An intense feeling of fullness hitting you as you close your eyes and grip your hands desperately at the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself.

He gratefully allows you to get used to the sudden intrusion, but before you know it, Billy is quickly thrusting himself quickly in and out of you while you moan and keen for more beneath him. Your eyes screwing shut as your lower belly slowly tightens harder and harder.

“So good!” He groans, unexpectedly yet cautiously smacking your backside with his palm that causes an absolute pathetic sound to leave your lips. “My sweet little slut. All mine to fuck!”

An abundance of yeses comes quickly and brainlessly as you answer Billy’s statement with a high pitched moan. All you want right now is to cum. And by the way you can feel your cunt clenching and fluttering hard around Billy’s cock, you can guess it won’t be long before you do.

“Fuck sir I wanna cum please let me cum for you sir I’ve been so good!” You whine, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Billy somehow manages to move himself faster against you. The sound of his skin smacking at such a fast pace against your own to your ears sounding like an erotic symphony.

“Yes… you have been good…” Billy groans. His voice so strained it’s as if he’s struggling with all his strength to say them. “So you’ll continue to be good… by taking my fucking cum in your perfect cunt!”

You take that as your queue, and with a loud unwavering yell, you cum hard around Billy’s cock. Coaxing forth his own orgasm as he clutches hard at your skin and pushes himself as deep as he can to you. Moaning as you focus on the feeling of his hot cum filling you.

You can also feel his pubic hair stimulating your swollen clit, which leaves you silently gasping against the mattress and your aching pussy clenching against Billy’s softening cock.

The two of you stay where you are as you allow each other to breathe and calm down, yet it’s not long before the two of you are cuddling under the bed covers, with Billy’s cock still inside you.

“Did you like that baby?” You can’t help but murmur. Anxious on whether Billy was happy over you pushing him out of his usual comfort zone.

“It was different…” He summarises. You cannot see his face to make any assumptions. Given that your man has gone back to his roots by putting his head in the curve of your neck. “But I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

You may not be able to see it, but even so, your ego swells massively when you realise you can feel Billy’s bashful smile against your skin. It almost makes you want to have your wicked way with him again. That is though, before you realise with a warm feeling chest that Billy has steadily fallen asleep against you. With his softened cock still inside you, and your arms wrapped firmly around his body ensuring his safety.

“Sleep baby…” You murmur, kissing the top of his head with a smile. “You were such a good boy for me baby… we’ll see about rewarding you later….”

You may have imagined it, but you swear you can feel Billy smile against your skin. Yet you push the thought away and instead choose to close your eyes, and allow your own exhaustion to overcome you. You and Billy’s breaths and hearts synching as you hold each other with as much love as a sleeping person could handle.

[reizoudesu]

day two - dancing in the rain / chilling under the covers

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ context: it’s raining today; you and your lover had nothing else to do; nothing could satiate your boredom!

until an idea hits you— go outside and play, or stay hidden in the sheets. will you risk yourself (and your partner) catching a cold, or remain safely in the comfort of their embrace, inside your homely paradise?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fandom/s: genshin impact

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ character/s: aether, venti, kazuha, heizou, xiao, wanderer

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genre/s: fluffily fluff 

notes: i’m back with self-made prompt. our internet at home was being a meanie six (or more) days ago (we literally lost signal for THAT long), so apologies for the lack of response TT

heads-up/warnings: not proofread, (y/n) is a stubborn ahh in other scenarios, lowercase letters (except in one particular part in heizou's, it had caps on ;) ), long paragraphs, wanderer is named “kuni,” kuni wants cuddles (he’s greedy af), affectionate nicknames (aether - love; venti - little windblume, dear; kazuha - love, baby; heizou - darling; wanderer/kuni - dork, babe)

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do not copy, steal, mark as your own work (but feel free to repost <3)

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“are you sure? it’s pouring quite hard out there…” aether - cautious, but eventually gives up and goes with you

you peer out the open window of the living room, the soft pitter-patter of rain falls upon the roof down to the ground, coupled with the occasional clanking of the plates across the room, you just ate, yet you were getting impatient, but for what reason? you were probably bored…

“love, are you okay?” asked the blonde as he looked at you, eyes of topaz and that sweet smile on his lips. you smile back and let him embrace you, fully enveloped in his arms. “bored…” you mutter dully, gazing at the dreary weather. “yeah, it’s gotten so cold lately,” aether added with a frown, a soft hum as he caressed your hair. until… your eyes met his, an idea formed inside that imaginative brain of yours.

“…ah, don’t give me that look,” he sighs, and you giggle in response. “i wanna go out and play in the rain,” and as expected, he gazes at you with eyebrows furrowed, “are you sure? it’s pouring quite hard out there…”

but the rain looks so pretty… “i can’t wait here any longer, and besides, it’s only a drizzle!” you try to convince him, but he only gave you a shake of his head, a gentle smile of concern still plastered.

“(y/n), you might catch a cold,” aether limply replies, “that won’t convince me from having fun with my boyfriend!” you were a stubborn one, that’s for sure. it’s obvious your lover finds your personality endearing yet frustrating at the same time. eventually, after half a minute of persuading did aether finally give up trying to argue with you, and ran off to another room. confused, you follow him, until he brings out a pair of raincoats with a grin.

“wouldn’t want you to get wet, would we? c’mon love, let’s head out.”

he wasn’t sure why, but this wasn’t just your persuasion that draws him in. he recalled having his twin sister lumine asking the same request when they were kids. seeing you happy— prancing about in the rain in your adorable transparent raincoat glistening in the rain— was the same warmth he felt when he took lumine out of the open the same way he did.

suddenly, a loud crash of thunder scared the living daylights out of you, and you ran back to aether for fortress. he got scared as well, and you two huddle together.

"did you hear that?!" "y-yeah, i did..."

for some reason, you didn't want to let go of your boyfriend, and you were crumbling like fine powder in the midst of a storm. aether was about to laugh at this yet he refrained, seeing your shocked figure tremoring like a maraca in his grip. putting a hand under your chin to lift your head towards him, he beamed warmly, and now, you were looking at a bright sunshine of a smile he's wearing.

"don't worry. i'm not going anywhere."

he’ll cherish this moment forever, hold it inside his heart as if his memories made themselves home within it.

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“who cares when we get drenched? let’s keep playing!” venti - energetic and thrilled, a sunshine in the rain

ah, the ever-radiant venti, who finds the positives in all the negatives, the rays of light in complete darkness. how did he even deserve your love? basically, the weather is gloomy, and you two had the same frequencies of ennui, which means, you two are very, very bored.

right now, you two are at home, lying next to each other on the couch like two lazy dogs, with him frequently twirling at his braids of teal while you skim through the book you’ve read twice. you cast your gaze at the window, the grey clouds drearily casting a shadow over Mondstadt. it’s merely a light drizzle, but it’s still enough to make one shiver to the bone.

“oh wait! i have an idea,” you blurt out, abandoning the book onto the coffee table, and your cheerful boyfriend perks up at your voice filled with excitement once again. “ah, little windblume! what’s your idea?”

“what if… we go outside in the rain?” you ask him, and his dark eyes lit up with joy, as always. “i have a better one! we can even go out in our raincoats and stomp in the puddles! haha, i like that, my dear (y/n)~”

and so, you did. you went out with your matching raincoats, with you holding the parasol that could cover two people at most. you two were practically children playing outside a stormy weather, jumping in puddles, without a single care in their lives. 

you were starting to worry when the wind suddenly blew away your parasol, and in an instinct, you chased after it, only for the wind to carry it upwards, far, far from the hands could reach until it nested neatly on the roof of the angel’s share. “i lost my umbrella! we might get sick at this rate!” 

despite this, venti was a little surprised but still grins at you. at this point, you can’t tell if it’s just the wind or was it all your lover’s doing. you shot a glare at his mischief, and he laughs. as always, it should be him. but he managed to apologize a second later “sorry, it’s just that you’re holding back from having so much fun.” 

this caught you completely off guard, but he steps closer and told you this:

“who cares when we get drenched? let’s keep playing!” venti cheerfully declares, putting up his hood and putting his hands in yours. they were damp, but warmer that you thought.

yes, nothing is more enjoyable than reliving a happy memory in a perceived sad scene with your beloved boyfriend.

(you two got really sick right after and jean came to nurse you ‘till full health)

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“nothing is better than a downpour after a moment of a sunny adventure.” kazuha - doesn’t mind one bit, also concerned for your safety, but likes a moment of adventure with you

despite having rented yourselves a home, you two wanted to roam around Inazuma, taking breaks by seeking shelter under trees, canopies of restaurants and houses, or abandoned camps set by treasure hoarders. though you initially thought this is dangerous, he always assured that you both have the blades in your hands for protection. until one day, kazuha tugs at your hand with a warning, right when you hear the faint fore-coming of a storm; “rain is coming… let’s go find shelter.”

kazuha has a knack for predicting the weather by the wind picking up its pace, the few drops of rain from afar, the faintest rumbling of thunder that declares the glory of the Almighty Shogun, the dark monochrome clouds enveloping the once-blue skies. that’s just how perceptive your boyfriend. you’ll have to thank him for that later.

unfortunately, luck is not on your side today, because you were settling right under a tree as you two found nothing. the only shade that served you well was the branches of the old oak tree covered completely in green leaves. he eventually picks up on your shivering; you forgot to bring your raincoat— but he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and waist, and in an instant, your blush deepens; not from the cold, but from kazuha’s warmth.

“you’re shivering, baby,” kazuha whispers, his kind smile and his scarlet eyes making your heart melt. how could a ronin like him be so gentle with you as his partner? he’s no fighter, he is a lover. like always, he enjoys a moment of solace with you in the chaos. he even composed a few haikus to the rhythm of the rain, waiting in intervals to let a few drops fall to the ground with a small splash.

despite the shivering, you were okay, at least warmer than before. you couldn’t come up with conversational topics, but one thought occurred to you.

“kazu, what if… we just have to go in the rain and search for more shelter?” that question made him raise his eyebrows in thought and concern, “hm? are you sure, (y/n)? we can’t have you catching a cold, not in this state.”

“well, it’s not pouring that hard," you tell him with a smile. that fire of determination in your eyes was hard to extinguish, and kazuha was pretty much drawn to it in a way as if he was a moth to her flame. "pretty please?"

kazuha gazes back at you, and immediately concluded that he was done. he sighed and gave only a defeated beam; "alright, just stay close to me and i'll keep you covered, okay love?"

you and your lover took the risk as you ran deep into the storm, the cold air hitting your faces along with the pouring rain. the ground was slippery, and you found yourself slipping while kazuha ended up almost tumbling over you, your screams echoing each other as you fell right upon a puddle of the concrete floor.

for a moment, your eyes meet into a matching emotion of shock, your frame hovering over his own as he lay drenched in the puddle, before you began to snort. kazuha brushed his bangs away from his face and grinned in amusement.

"what's so funny?" "nothing, i think i like the view from up here."

that remark made him flush in a slight red, and he laughed louder. the happiness was utterly contagious, so contagious you could shed tears.

“nothing is better than a downpour after a moment of a sunny adventure.”

maybe he's right. even beauty lies within a mess of life's storm.

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“c’mon, let’s head over there, i think i know a good spot around here.” heizou - yes, absolutely yes. a mundane day turned perfect because of one main ingredient: you

"why hello there, darling," the detective greeted, and you nod with a smile, "hi, heizou!" you just came back from finishing a commission when it started pouring, along with a few thundering that rang in your ears.

"i reckon you just finished a commission? from tsurumi island, i presume?" heizou asked, noticing your troubled look. yes, indeed, the anguish you wore tells the tale that you hated doing that request ever again.

"yeah," you weakly told him, wiping away the rainwater from your hair before heizou hands you a towel and sits next to you. "actually, you're in for a treat! i was just about to head to ritou to investigate... and i could use a pair of hands..."

as always, you like a little adventure with your beloved detective, so you pushed yourself to go. "sure, two heads are better than one." you say, a smile playing on your lips.

but there's one problem... the rain.

"hang on, with this weather, you certainly aren't planning to get us both drenched, right?" you ask skeptically, and he eyed you with a gleam. ah, that look on his face again.

"man alive, you don't trust me that easily, huh? too bad i brought your favorite raincoat.," he unfolds the garment with a feigned sigh, "oh well, guess we'll just have to tuck it away again-"

"actually-! i can keep that," you stopped him, yanking it off from his hands before he could go inside and return it to your room.

you two ventured out into the woods, with your lover going on a small tangent about the case he solved. sneaking past the guards and bumping into gorou, you listened through the whole thing, even if all of it was going nowhere. besides, he just can't help it when you two were basically attached by the hip.

with little time, the rain poured harder, and you were hanging onto the last of your raincoat hoodie, until he looks at the spot nearby. “c’mon, let’s head over there, i think i know a good spot around here.”

and there it is, the harbor. the wood that makes the port where the shore meets the ocean. you look around, not noticing heizou lagging behind you, there's nothing but empty houses, fallen leaves, and the empty area that surrounds the island, "i don't see anything," you say, confused, until he tugs at your arm with a cheeky smile.

"shh, quickly now," he shushes you, and right on the exact fourth beat-

CRASH!!

a lightning hit the surface of the ocean, and a sudden thrill creeps up your spine from the flash. he eventually held you tightly, arms framing your waist like a protective shield, hidden behind a cold concrete wall where your heads can only be seen.

"...you brought me here just to traumatize me, do you?" "oh come on, the look on your face says otherwise."

it's irritating that you're a little more amazed than scared. you were scared, but heizou's embrace took that uneasiness away from you. there was no case, just a little bonding together with your boyfriend.

"i still don't forgive you for lying. but just don't move an inch and we're good. okay?"

"i won't. anything for you."

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“…are you serious? you might catch a cold.” xiao - he won’t let you get sick; not once, not ever

it's true that demons don't stop for the rain, as xiao told you not too long ago. but the idea of going right into a commotion of a storm confused him. you suggested the idea as he was just about to leave the wangshu inn to have a moment of solitude.

"you mortals sure have the audacity to do such activities," he commented with a furrowed gaze, "why did you even suggest that?"

"ever heard of relaxation and fun?" you asked rather stubbornly, yet xiao only gave you a grunt in response, not believing you.

"playing in the rain doesn't even spark any joy in me," he flatly declined, yet you gave him a look; here comes the begging again, "come onnn! at this rate, you even have to point out all the good things you can get from playing in the rain.

"people can stomp around in puddles, take a small shower, anything of that sort! love, come on, just give it a chance!"

"...are you serious? you might catch a cold," xiao stares bewildered at you, and he's also irritated by the idea of you being so reckless and getting into danger. defeated, you slump in your seat, the couch carrying your pouty stature. he looks away, a little guilty for having to put up with you all the time, but he really doesn't want you to go.

"listen," he began, uncrossing his arms as he gazes at you with a grim look, "i don't want you to get in trouble. not after what happened."

so he remembered, you did get sick after scouting the harbor with beidou on a rainy afternoon. it's a silly thought, but you remained frowning at him. "fiiine..."

sighing, you lie on the couch, and the yaksha looks at you shortly before heading outside, not without an order, "stay here, i'll be back."

you wondered what your lover would do, it's raining, yet he wanted you to stay. despite this, you were getting bored to death, so you decided to sleep a wink this afternoon.

you couldn't remember the last time you slept this long, and your sense of smell picked up on xiao's presence beside you. before even realizing it, he had lifted your head and put your head against a pillow, and you heard him place a platter on the coffee table before his parting footsteps.

thinking he was gone, you rose and stretched from the couch, and you smelled... almond tofu. there was a note attached, written in fancy handwriting.

"enjoy your lunch, (y/n)" - xiao

your heart fluttered and you hastily took the hot bowl of the meal and ate with soft, savory bites as the food melted in your tongue. in the distance, xiao is watching, leaning against the wall of the room, his face heating up in red hue as a ghost of a smile make its way on his face.

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“hmph, how childish. just stay inside, you don't want to get sick, do you?” kuni - thinks it’s too childish, but he’s just feeling cranky and greedy; he doesn’t want you to leave

"kuni, just once!" you wailed in protest, on your knees, clutching the pillow in front of you just to act cute, but kuni was not buying it. he growled in annoyance, "i said no."

you tried everything. coax him with tea, nothing; getting him to leave the bed (either pulling, pushing, or dragging), nothing; threatening by ignoring him, nothing; giving him an embrace, he hesitantly complies with another hug, but still nothing. making him get out of bed from the storm is closest to impossible.

you slumped behind the leg of the bed and groaned in defeat. that little dastard... your boyfriend being like this as always.

he knew you so much that he could memorize your antics, much to your disappointment.

"kuniii! get out of bed!!" you scream with a frustrated groan, and kuni replied with an exasperated tone, "just why did you want to make me leave the bed?"

it's stupid, but you had to try, "i like the rain, okay? it's stupid, but i wanna go out and play!" that made him stop, but he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms.

"hmph, how childish," you hear him say. finally, you gave up trying. he's not leaving anytime soon, so you grumpily plop on the bed next to him.

"you're such a killjoy." "..."

you heard him sigh, and then a sudden force drags you back up to bed, a surprised gasp escaping you as he put his head on your shoulder, a small groan.

"playing in the rain won't get you anywhere, you'll only get yourself sick," he grumbled, as if he's chiding you. you know that, but what significance does it even hold? you're getting so bored.

he picks up on your boredom and turned you around, his violet eyes meeting yours, and you blushed as crimson as a rose in full bloom. it always spurred a reaction out of him, a small grin tugging at his lips, but going serious once more.

"just stay inside, you don't want to get sick, do you?" he requested, forming a small tint of pink in his cheeks as he held you closer for comfort. the only thing you could think right now is probably:

"archons, kuni, what's gotten into you?"

despite this, you comply to his request and just bury your head into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his frame as the two of you remained cuddling in the bed.

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[joohanisms]

xdh + soft intimacy 💭💫

i'm not god's strongest soldier. i need fluff too.

cw: disgustingly sweet fluff, suggestive for jungsu, junhan and jooyeon, biting in jooyeon's, 1 little gross comment in ode's.

gunil

soft slaps on the ass.

drying your hair for you <3333333

getting ready for bed together. just being side by side with him in parallel play fashion while you put on your skincare, brush your teeth, etc.

if he's done sooner than you are, his arms are around your waist and his chin is on your shoulder, just holding onto you while you finish getting ready to finally join him under the covers and cuddle until you fall asleep

wearing soft, comfy pyjamas to bed every night. he might have even got you a matching set :-( or maybe he bought a single set and gave you the shirt so you're literally wearing the same pyjamas :-(

likes to wear said shirt to bed when you're away </3

jungsu

taking showers together !!

it doesn't even have to go the sexual route (although sometimes it does), only washing up and helping each other with gentle touches is more than enough.

would know your favorite shower temperature by heart :-) my loveliest.

would take your shampoo and wash your hair soooo gently, massaging your scalp .. if you have any tangles, he'll take the conditioner and slowly go through them.

but as much as he loves taking care of you, he loves being taken care of.

wash his hair with the fancy hair treatment shampoo, massage his scalp, make sure none of the suds fall too close to his eyes. he melts every time.

when it comes to washing your bodies, this is where the danger is at. sometimes you'll get too touchy for it to be .. sfw .. but! most of the time it's just soooooo tender.

body wash suds everywhere, hands everywhere, the occasional tickle and/or pinch..

also, if he was alone and he missed you for whatever reason, he'd steal your body wash so he can try and curb the longing :-( it never worked.

jiseok

looklooklook. sciency booky boy. if you're in uni he's coming with you to wherever you go to study.

he knows practicing guitar might make you lose your focus, so he likes to read or look into science thingies!!

baby likes being close to you and no matter how different your lifestyles might be, he likes to be included :-)

won't let you overwork yourself though.

if you're in public, he'll gently pull you out of your bubble and suggest you go eat something, take a walk, whatever.

though if you're home, he can be more affectionate. he'll come behind you and massage your scalp, run his hands along your body and go baby, let's rest a little, yeah? i have snacks ready for you!!!

if you end up dozing off beside him on the couch he'll nearly pull a muscle trying to get a blanket without waking you up. you wake up because of the jostling and he's actually a little relieved tbh.

will go c'mon, let's nap in a bed. we don't want your neck to be stiff in class tomorrow :-(

seungmin

i'm so sorry to say this. if you have acne he Will go can i pop it pwease... idk if this is a common couple practice throughout the world but it is where i live . peak levels of intimacy = popping your partner's pimples for the oddly satisfying vibe

loves online shopping with you!!!

you would sit together with a laptop on your laps and go babeee you'd look so good in this !!!!

cocky little bastard he is, he might go you should see me/yourself without it ;-) the only way to make him stop talking or smiling like a fool is to kiss him.

then you often end up saving money because you simply forgot about shopping lmaooo

on a softer note, you'd would window shop through the internet, falling into rabbit holes. when you realise, you're looking into real state in minnesota or baby shoes.

even though those seem funny and really far away, your hearts grow a little warmer <3

hyeongjun

idk personally i love i adore boys that are not afraid to be vulnerable.

okay, when the pair of you were still too fresh, too shaky, jun would be more reserved and think he'd be bothering you.

when the relationship gets established/stable though, he would get clingier, softer, coming to you with his worries, leaving you to pet his hair and reassure him :-(

when taking a nap he'll cuddle up to you, head under your chin and making himself as small as possible, and it's so endearing to see your lanky boyfie trying to be tiny so he can be babied and cooed at .. little does he know you'd do that to him even if he was 3m tall.

now, sex wise: when he feels vulnerable and in need of affection, he might go 🥺 could you. uh. lead tonight 🥺 and he'd be theeeee softest warmest loveliest little sub

jooyeon

holding your titties non sexually when you are alone.

cuddling? boob in hand. napping? head on boob. stressed? free stressball.

they're just really warm and soft :-(

omnomnomnom his love language is biting.

will lovingly bite any body part in reach of his mouth. nips at your neck just to watch goosebumps rise in your arms.

might've bitten you too hard once .. was So apologetic, he never wanted to hurt you :-(

but when the bite would bruise eventually, he would like it a little too much. he won't open this can of worms right now though

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For Innumerable Stars 2022

Prompt by BloodwingBlackbird for the character group "Farmer Maggot's Dogs & Oromë"

Inspired by the Strength card from the Rider–Waite Tarot deck and an abundance of existential terror. More after the jump.

(Fish's note--Noodle didn't quite finish this note before life intervened but says that the gist of it is here. Having listened to endless moaning about this for the past two months, I can confirm.)

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I probably intermittently screamed for about half an hour when I saw this character group nestled amongst other (ostensibly) more... approachable groups, but I like to suffer, so I sorrowfully set aside my draft of a M*A*S*H* pastiche set in the Houses of Healing and went on a journey through the gurgling bowels of the internet.

Eventually, I somehow stumbled on the Strength card from the Rider-Waite deck:

"Ah," I said to myself sagely after reading precisely half a Wikipedia article, "Yes."

The Strength card depicts a lion and a woman with a lemniscate (infinity symbol) over her head. Some cards place the woman in a more explicit position of power, while others simply have them cuddling and the like.

Wikipedia says that A. E. Waite says that this card is associated with "power, energy, action, courage, magnanimity; also complete success and honours" while, when reversed, it is associated with "despotism, abuse of power, weakness, discord, sometimes even disgrace."

"Tulkas," I mumbled feverishly, "Melkor. Trees."

Sluggishly, I plumbed Google for some inspiration on Farmer Maggot's dogs. I emerged from that dark road with nothing but their names, which I promptly forgot.

"That lion looks like a hairy dog," I said, "And sure, let's make Oromë genderously ambiguous and worry about everything else later."

Oromë, along with most of the Valar, have always felt a little sinister to me, so the initial plan was to draw Oromë smilingly slitting lion-dog's throat, with the corpses of Nahar and the other two dogs lying around in the foreground. When I proposed this to my dog-loving friend, he stopped just short of attempting to execute me, but it was a near thing.

"But dogs," I pleaded, "Hunting. Death."

"No," he replied.

Defeated, I returned to the internet for inspiration. In the pits of delirium, I stumbled upon this Wikipedia article about Sköll, a wolf that supposedly spends its time chasing the sun.

"Wolves are basically dogs, but hairier," I declared.

From there my fate was sealed. I'm not a fan of hair in general, so Oromë was given a skull to wear, and I made some half-hearted attempts at mushrooms.

As the Strength card is the eighth card in the eight card in the Rider-Waite deck, I had the brilliant idea to substitute an eight-rayed sun for the Roman numerals at the top. Suddenly, I had a draft.

Another early idea I'd had was to show Oromë being hunted by the three dogs, but that didn't seem to fit with the general theme of "Oromë, the magnanimous despot" I was going for, so I nixed it. I did want to have some sort of theme of vengeance, however, so the sköll-dog emerged from a blackened tree, which I imagined to be the withered remains of Laurelin (or even just your run-of-the-mill dead tree) to suggest the role of the Valar in the Darkening.

Time passed. Things got more dramatic. Sköll-dog became a limbless dragon-dog. I became geographically confused, found myself in Japan, and then the sun tragically lost both sunglasses and rays. Lion-dog became problematic. I helpfully forgot Nahar existed.

Eventually, I lost my mind, gave lion-dog a mushroom infection, and decided to digitally burn out the ugliest tree I have ever drawn in my life.

I'm going to take a nap now.

[flyingcookierambles]

i’m too cowardly to ask off-anon, but also like to keep record that it was me. im asking a certain someone this lol its 7:27 pm wed 7/12:

hi sorry if this is kinda ramble-y. im an 25+ introverted acearo who has never kissed or dated or "experimented" in high school/college cuz i was too focused on my grades and i think i'd would like to try sex once just see what all the fuss is about but i am also afab non-binary and i'm not "visibly trans" so i just get misgendered a lot as a "cis woman." would you have any advice on trying to not feel gender dysphoria when having sex? like, i feel like if i got flirted with by a cishet man or a cis lesbian woman, i feel like i would feel awkward and dysphoric like they are only attracted to me bc i look like a "woman" and also kinda bad like i am wasting their time. should i try to just put something in a dating/tinder/idk (dating app here) profile like "t4t" or my they/them pronouns or "ace4bi/pan" or "ace4other sex-favorable/curious aces" or a little trans flag emoji or something and hope people take the hint?

while i think i would prefer a 1-on-1 meeting for my first time, i also was worried about going to places like a total stranger's apartment/house/hotel alone and i had briefly thought about trying a public sauna since it did seem safer for the reasons that you gave to previous anon that there would be others around and security, but my city's gay baths is pretty. dinky? if google reviews of 2/5 stars are to be believed, it's kinda gone downhill since 2011 on facilities maintenance/showers/hot tub not working, etc., and is very pricey compared to other bigger cities' bathhouses. just generally disappointing i guess? and as an afab looking person, i think would only be allowed to go in on sundays which i think is their all genders day according to the website? but still, from my outward appearance, i was worried that i would get misgendered by any who approach me as a "girl" or get thought of as that stereotypical cishet girl invading gay bars/queer spaces, etc.

also, i dont like being touched on basically my entire torso/back or neck area, only limbs i think.

do you have any advice for a non-binary curious ultra-virgin/late bloomer with too many conditions for an ideal partner? should i just. try to think real hard about not thinking about getting misgendered and ignore any bad vibes/cbt/gaslight myself out of it??

or should i give up since i doubt that other extroverts who are experienced with no touch aversion issues and just looking to party/have a quick hook-up and have a good time would want to deal with introverted me and my picky-ness and gender/touch issues ruining their weekend/wasting their time?

(also i did kinda look into that surrogacy sex therapists/councilors that are apparently a thing now?? but they look like they're mostly in the cooler PNW/west coast areas. im stuck in plain boring uhh let's say think of ohio-pennsylvania-virginia tri-state area suburbs with limited car transportation. but i can get around the city by bus. its not even the cool east coast, its like mid-atlantic/midwest ugh. even some of those cuddle parties/councilors i had thought of for trying to lessen my touch-aversion are mostly west coast and texas for some reason?? my region is just too boring....)

(again sorry if this is a long ask! ^ ^ )

Edit: it got answered yay plus then a kind internet stranger gave advice a mini essay in the notes nice!

https://www.tumblr.com/drdemonprince/722689420814434304/hi-sorry-if-this-is-kinda-ramble-y-im-an-25?source=share

[that-was-anticlimactic]

when Katara has period cramps she and Aang cuddle and he does Zuko’s little heat trick so Katara is just pressed against his side and absorbing the heat with her face buried in his shirt and Aang’s running his fingers through her hair and gentle forehead kisses thank you and goodnight

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

So u know how Joseph is just a natural flirt? Imagine he has like a meet and greet and u then see fans talking on the internet like “omg he called me gorgeous” and “he winked at me” blah blah blah…. And u get jelous and basically have hate sex w him😏

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 • Joseph Quinn

GENRE: smut

WARNING: nsfw, dry humping

PAIRING: Joseph Quinn x fem reader

AUTHOR NOTE: is it really hate sex? No but still 💀

WORD COUNT: idk tbh

Not proof read

Joseph Quinn/Eddie munson masterlist

Don't repost my content! It's a crime

You didn't think you were the jealous type at all, that was until your chest started burning reading all the things people said on the internet about your boyfriend Joseph.

Joseph Quinn was currently the internet's boyfriend. He was getting tons of attention due to his role as Eddie munson in stranger things. You were proud of him, there's no denying it. He worked so hard for so long to be where he was right now. He had tons of fans and supporters and that was great, but with that came a lot of fan girls who wanted him so badly.

Your laptop sat on your lap as you scrolled through Twitter from your spot on the couch. Joseph was out currently doing some work related things leaving you in your shared apartment by yourself.

You looked through the Joseph tag that was trending due to him going to meet and greets. You've come across several fan pictures which weren't bad at all. Seeing him with his fans made you so happy. But every now and then a tweet about Joseph calling a girl beautiful and what not would pop up.

'I went to the meet and greet and Joseph called me gorgeous'

'Joseph winked at me as I left the signing table'

'omg Joseph Quinn is adorable. I want him so badly '

You tried to ignore it, but they were starting to get hard to miss.

A sigh fell from your lips as you keep scrolling. It was all becoming a bit too much for you. The sting in your chest grew and grew until you had enough and shut your laptop.

You placed your laptop beside you before you ran your hands over your eyes trying to forget about the countless tweets. You were so jealous and for what? Joseph was with you and only you. Maybe you were just possessive due to the fact so many beautiful women wanted him.

The front door opened. In walked Joseph from his long day. "Bubs, I'm home." He called out.

From your spot on the couch you cleared your throat and fixed your face. Joseph walked into the living room seeing you sitting there. You had a fake smile on your face which he didn't notice was fake. Thank God.

"hi." He said giggling. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. He sat down beside you and began to pull off his dress shoes.

"how was the meet and greet?"

He told you about his day with an adorable smile on his face. You tried your best to keep Joseph busy with questions from asking you how your day went, but it didn't work. After he finished his long talk he was asking you how yours went.

"it's been ok." You breathed out. "Not much was happening." Joseph hummed. "Yeah? What were you looking up?"

"just some work stuff. Nothing much." You laughed a little at the end and soon regretted it because of how forced it sounded. Just frowned at you. "You ok?"

You nodded trying to play it off the best you could. "Yeah, I'm great. Just a little tired. Now that I think about it," you stood up and gave a fake stretch. "I think I'm going to take a nap."

You gave Joseph a soft smile before you walked out to the bedroom. Joseph was confused. Usually when he came home you were excited and dying to talk or cuddle or both, but you weren't today.

-

20 minutes went by and you were laying in bed wide awake. Those tweets were swimming in your mind. No matter how much you tried to forget them they never disappeared. You felt kinda guilty for being jealous and possessive over him, but the thought of losing him sent you through a spiral.

After a bunch of tossing and turning you decided you couldn't sit in bed anymore and mope. You needed to get up even if you needed to explain why you were being a little weird.

You walked out of the bedroom to the sitting room. Joseph was still there, watching TV. When he heard your footsteps he turned to look at you. "Did you have a good nap?"

You sighed and walked over. You straddled Joseph leaving him confused. You never did that. "I didn't sleep. I'm just trying to avoid you."

You buried your face in his neck. "Why's that?" Joseph wrapped his arms around you.

"I've been feeling a little jealous." You confessed. You couldn't see it, but Joseph was smirking. He knew you were judging by your body language earlier when you brought up all the people he met. "Jealous? You have nothing to be jealous about."

You lifted your head and looked at him. "I know, but still... I kinda wanna be the only person you call gorgeous."

Joseph ran his finger over your jaw as he looked at you. He had a small smile on his face. "What?"

"you're cute when you're jealous." You groaned and tried to move from his lap, but Joseph stopped you. "No! I like seeing you jealous." Joseph kissed you adding a bit of tongue before pulling away. "It's a turn on."

Joseph began to kiss you again. His hand trailed down your body to your hips. You began to grind down on him. The thin fabric of your pajama pants mixed with his rough jeans made your shutter and moan into his lips.

Joseph bite your lip, his grip tighten on your waist as you moved slowly against him. You could feel how hard he was as you moved back and forth on him.

"you're the only girl for me." Joseph said against your lips when he pulled away. "You hear me?" You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. "Say it." You looked into Joseph's darken lust filled brown eyes. "Yes.. I hear you."

"good girl. Now make yourself cum on my thigh."

You keep grinding on him. Your panties were getting more and more soaked as you against him. Your whimpers filled Joseph ear making him harder than before. He couldn't wait to fuck you later. That's what he was planning on doing.

"I'm going to cum." You hissed as your clit ran against the rough fabric. Your lower stomach burned as your orgasm threaten to spill over.

"cum!" Joseph took a hold of your face with his left hand, he kissed you roughly taking your breath away. Your orgasm came no longer after. You stilled your movement and grabbed Joseph's waist for support as you shook and saw stars.

Joseph pulled away from you, he looked down at the spot you were just grinding on. Your juice covered his jeans. "God, you're a mess. Soaked my pants." Joseph kissed your jaw before he picked you up. "I'm not done with you. Gotta fuck you until you know how gorgeous you are to me."

[retrovero]

weathering troubles & warming cuddles.

prompt: cuddles with xiao during a storm. requested by @clemmywrites pairing: xiao x f!reader warnings/description: modern!au one-shot w/ some outside genshin references + no warnings. word count: 1725. author's note: i apologize for taking so long! at first i wasn't entirely sure how to approach this, but after a week of procrastinating i finally came up with something. hope you like it & thank you for requesting! P.S. i'm sorry for any errors that are in this, i was too tired to re-read and fix.

there are those who find tranquility in the heaven’s sonorous screams. they find beauty in the rigged cracks of light, and they revel in the skies’ rushing tears. the raiden shogun’s weathering intimidation is nothing but lightheartedness for a select few, but for you, it is a raging war that feels like an eternity. oh how you hated thunderstorms with every fiber of your being. during the nightly hours is it especially worse for you. 2:30am—of course it’s that late. typically, when your mind was unable to drift into the land of your dreams, you would roam through the internet on your dimly lit phone until your eyes couldn’t handle the high-energy of blue light. unfortunately, tonight was a bit…complicated. the skies’ roaring blitzes make you further grip your pillow as your emotional floodgates spill without control. dammit, you feel like some cowardly child who needed a parent to reassure you to sleep; your confidence was certainly skyrocketing at this moment—that was sarcasm by the way. with a heavy sigh, you begin to wonder if there is someone you could talk to in order to kill some time. having thought that, the question now was, who? rummaging through your mental list of friends, you start to doubt that anyone would be up for a little chat. it was so late and everyone in town was basically asleep, well…except for you obviously, how perfect. just as you were on the brink of deflating once more, a grand shatter in the skies and a piercing cannonade captured your breath in your throat. why was the shogun so angry tonight? your figure began to curl into a ball of fear as your eyes shut themselves out from the world. “xiao…where on earth are you when i need you?” you don’t understand why the name of the most reserved man in the universe decided to slip from your lips, but you feel the need to lash your frustration out at someone, so why not him. your grumbling was nothing compared to the rain and thunder that was wildly active outside. all you wanted to do was sleep, was that too much to ask for? you open your eyes when it seems like the flashes of light have ceased momentarily; however, what you were about to witness was probably much worse than this horrendous weather. your hues were glued to a figure that was crouched down on the other side of your window. their golden eyes were the only things visible as it gave them the appearance of a dark apparition. you were frozen in place, too stunned to speak, and of course, the lightning was not helpful in the slightest. you watched as the thunderstrokes minimally highlighted the intruder’s features making them all the more frightening. if this was horror film, you would have been that one random character that died in the beginning of the movie. to make matters far more unpleasant, the “murder” was now making its way into your bedroom. their hands opened the window that you thought you had locked earlier (apparently you were too chickened-out by the storm to even do that) and they slid themselves easily inside. this night couldn’t get any worse. relying on your instincts, you scurried out of the comfort of your bed with a pillow in hand—it was time to face your fears in the bravest way possible. before the killer could make another move, you started hammering your pillow onto their head while showing no mercy. “o-ow…! (y-y/n), it’s me!” the intruder yells as they shields their face with their arm. huh? your motions instantly come to a halt as you recognize the faint rasp behind his unhappy tone of voice. “xiao?” growing perplexed, you place down your pillow and pull the teal-haired male inside. geez was he soaked to the bone. “what are you doing here?” you ask as you hurry over to turn on the lights and grab a towel from the nearby bathroom. “you called, did you not?” the calamity of tonight’s weather suddenly became irrelevant as you recalled never actually dialing xiao’s number. there was no way he could have heard you muttering his name from a mile away. that’s just not possible, right? i mean, he did say that he would come whenever you spoke his name, but you

just assumed that was xiao’s play on words for saying to give him a call whenever you felt like it. “um,” you reply, not entirely sure what to say. xiao looks at you with an unamused look. clearly, he’s disappointed by the fact that you either forgot or never took his words seriously. “i thought you were in trouble, but it seems you’re doing just fine.” fine? you were beyond fine. one minute you were quivering in fear as the electro archon unleashed her might within the skies, and then the next you’re standing before your best friend (and crush) who you thought was a murderer. this night has been pretty exciting, hasn’t it? “here, dry yourself off with this” you quickly change the topic of conversation not wishing to pray tell that you were afraid of thunderstorms. contradictory to his earlier statement, xiao knew something was up. the quick shift in discussion wasn’t the only thing that gave you away, but your behavior and posture seemed jittery. the adeptus watched as you made a beeline towards the window. this time you made sure to lock it. you seemed tense, really tense. and your eyes…xiao noticed you frequently looking up at the sky, almost like you were searching for a sign of some sort. damn, what was it that was bothering you so much? as if the archons were listening to xiao’s question, a crooked streak of light and a blaring clap shook the heavens and earth. the alarming sound and brief vibration in the ground didn’t startle xiao in the slightest, but it struck you to your very core. you jump out of your skin, hands and feet shivering in fright. “u-um,” your words were caught in your throat as your smile was shriveling into an embarrassed expression. “w-well, seeing as it’s s-super late, maybe you should head back home…! th-thanks for stopping by, your concerns have been duly noted” your nervous chuckle didn’t help much as you made an attempt to urge your close companion out the bedroom door. for a moment, xiao was taken aback, not because of your fear, but because of your actions to get rid of him so quickly. “hold on,” with one swift turn, the adeptus stops you in the act. his callous hands take a delicate hold of your slim wrists, and his fingers caress your skin that feel like fine silk. your hands…they were shaking in his palms…like flower petals hopelessly battling against a tameless wind. so that’s why you uttered his name, you were afraid. the storm outside took away your slumber and left you wide awake in your lonesome. to be alone was something xiao was all too familiar with, but…it somehow pained him to see you suffer a similar experience. you were left mentally fumbling over what was currently transpiring. what was xiao thinking? what was he feeling? did he find you pathetic? was he judging while you were trying to read his thoughts and expression? all these guessing games were leaving you exasperated. archons please help. just as you were about to accept total humiliation, you notice something…unusual about xiao. was he…was he blushing? that’s right. painted across the teal’s face was a hue that matched the very colors of the pinkest tulip. “i…i am not well versed in human customs, but i was told by hu tao that mortals find comfort in the presence of others. maybe i should accompany you until you fall asleep…, or maybe…maybe when the storm passes” he confessed with eyes averted. wow. you did not see this coming, not even from a mile away. instead of throwing an insult or ridiculing the human race, the xiao was planning to stay with you for the rest of the night. if that wasn’t shocking enough, what was about to happen next would really be the kicker. “come” with his face still flushed, xiao was now dragging you back into bed. was he planning on going in with you? you want to say something, but the right words just couldn’t formulate in your head. this was a lot for your poor heart and mind to take, but in truth, there wasn’t really a reason to complain. now it was your turn to be dusted with pink. you feel your body being pulled down by the wrist, and soon you’re engulfed in what is

not just the warmth of your mattress, but the warmth emanating from xiao’s chest. his arms are snaked around your waist, and his chin is rested atop your head of luscious hair. his scent starts to fill your nostrils, and the natural aroma of an evergreen breeze eases your anxious emotions. “…hu tao also told me that you mortals invented something called, cuddling. she says that it works as cure for the…soft hearted” xiao didn’t find this whole cuddling ordeal entirely convincing. at first, it seemed trivial, but then it sounded more like one of hu tao’s tricks. after all, who would want to be close to someone who wreaked of karmic tidings? well, apparently you did. xiao suddenly grew an astonished expression as he could feel you sinking deeper into his chest. he felt your light breathing, he felt your subtle warmth, and he felt your limbs intertwine with his. it made him forget his own fears and traumas, just as his own presence freed you of your own. cuddling—at the end of the day, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. as for you, you were relishing in every second of these nightly hours. the raiden shogun has nothing over you now. the crackling skies and the pouring rain were nothing but echoes as you feel yourself melting into xiao’s comforting arms and slipping into the sweet lands of imagination. in the back of your minds, you and xiao couldn’t help but think: thanks hu tao. however, you gave an extra little thanks to her eternal excellency, cause without her, you probably wouldn’t be living this dream come true.

[snzunii]

hi hi !! may i request for a gojo x reader where reader is a really good gamer and tends to ignore gojo when gaming so gojo’s does smth to make her notice him ? i hope i followed the format right ! <3

DIRTY LITTLE GAME.

maybe ignoring your boyfriend isn't such a bad idea after all.

+ pairings. gojo satoru x f!reader.

+ tags. romance, fluff, explicit sexual content, rough sex, unprotected sex, edging, derogatory language, praise kink, degrading kink, sexist slurs as part of sexual intercourse, slight dacryphilia, finger sucking, vaginal fingering, fellatio, mouth fucking, overstimulation, use of pet names, 18+

+ word count. 2.7k

+ note. hehehe this was supposed to be fluff only but can't help myself im so horny for gojo ajshasjkd anyways, this is very late im sorry! trying to squeeze in writing on my sched thankfully i finished writing this today cos i alr have my classes tomro, dw i'd still write my remaining reqs aaaaa so i hope u enjoy <333

"It's Satoru's time!"

A short-lived wide grin was plastered on Satoru's face as he walk inside your shared bedroom, it was easily exchanged with a pout when he saw you glued on your computer with a headset on.

You looked at him briefly, just to acknowledge him. Satoru knows that when you are gaming, you are very hard to talk to. Satoru is completely supportive of what you do. He knows you enjoy it very much, and you are good at it.

But of course, there are times that his impatient nature strikes him and he just do this silly things just to make you notice him and stop playing.

He walked towards you and poked your shoulders but before he could even say anything, you removed the other ear cup, "Later."

"Okay but don't take too long. I want some cuddles."

You giggled at his exuberance, kind of tempted to leave the game and shower him with all your love and kisses but the game is getting to the good part, damn it. "Yeah, yeah. I promise."

Though, you get guilty sometimes when you put your game before Satoru but you figured that he understand it anyway, and you gave him pretty generous bribes once you finish. You remembered last time, you promised not to play for three days because you ignored him for hours on end.

And he was pretty happy with it.

You fixed your headset and focused on your computer, getting completely occupied on the game once again. Meanwhile, your boyfriend laid down on the bed as he use his arms as pillows while he watch you with a smile on his face.

This is one of his favorite things in the whole universe, watching you play. He love every single time your brows furrowed, your lips curl,  your eyes squint, how you close your fists— probably trying not to scream at your team players, he also loved how you sway your chair as you sternly play.

Oh, and he also love how cocky you are when you win.

Seriously, he can stare at you for hours and he really would. He would watch you until you are engraved on his mind though as much as he loved it, he also wanted to touch you and talk to you.

You know your boyfriend, sometimes you feel like the silence slowly kills him.

Satoru opens his phone and takes a snap of you which he posts on his stories with a caption, 'my girlfriend is ignoring me again, should i unplug the internet?'

Which earns him a glare from you when you see it later on.

After he posted your picture on his story, he scrolled and played candy crush on his phone because it's the only thing that he could play, according to him.

You looked at him with a frown when he screamed, "I finally finished it! I was on this level for so long!"

You snickered and nodded, "Hm. Okay, congratulations grandpa."

"Ha-ha, funny." he blew a raspberry, "You finished yet?"

You just shook your head, "In a bit."

Satoru sighed and closed the app on his phone, he scrolled and scrolled then he jumped from another app to another one and you aren't done yet.

He closed his phone and tossed it on the bed as he stood up, he poked your shoulders. "Finished yet?"

"No."

"Faster." he bent his body and wrapped his arms around yours, leaning his chin on the top of your head. "I won't let go of you until you finish."

You whined a bit, "Then how am I supposed to play properly if you're clinging on to me like a child?"

He didn't answer and just proceeded on planting kisses on your cheeks now.

Eyes focused on the screen, you tried to dodge his kisses, "Satoru!"

"What?!" he exclaimed and pecks on your cheeks repeatedly causing for you to giggle, you looked at him and places a quick kiss on his lips.

"I promise I would let you kiss me all you want if you just let me finish, okay?"

"Okay but hear this joke first." he said laughing, "I told this to Nanami earlier but he didn't laugh so..."

You groaned and begrudgingly smiled at your boyfriend, "Okay, fine. What is it?"

Satoru begins to laugh without even saying the joke, you just know that you will grouse in agony from hearing his stupid jokes but you know, you freaking love this man.

"Satoru stop laughing and tell the freaking joke."

"Okay okay, here it goes." he cleared his throat, "Do you know why people don't ever wash dishes together?"

You took a deep breath before asking the question that would make you sorrowful once you heard the answer, "No, why?"

"Because it's hard for them too stay in sink." Satoru burst out laughing once he finished saying the joke while you look at him with your dour eyes.

You looked at him for a good second before fixing your headset and turning on your mic, "Okay, guys. Focus, let's go."

"You're so mean, baby. I don't deserve this pun-ishment!" he laughed again but you ignored him this time. "You're ignoring me again, huh?"

Still no answer, he smirked at his thought. What he is about to say would definitely make you look at him.

"What if I fucked you while your mic is on for your friends to hear, would you ignore me then?"

You immediately turned your mic off and turned to your boyfriend with a widen eyes while he flashed you his mesmerizing art-like grin, smiling at you with a glint of innocence in his eyes albeit his mouth says the opposite.

Your mouth was getting ready to utter words but he held your chin using his fingers and directed your face to the screen, "Focus, right? You play your game and I'm going to play your pretty little pussy, hm?"

It's what he's good at, he thought. It is his own dirty little game. Satoru knows every bit of your move and gestures when you are playing your games and it isn't impossible that he knows his way around your body.

"Satoru-"

He leaned on your ear and removed the ear cup, "Uh-uh. You need to focus on the game or you'll lose. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

He started kissing your neck, you whimpered a bit as he bite and suck your delicate skin. His hands makes it way to grasp your thighs causing for you to squirm a bit when the warmth of his palm came in touch with your inner thighs. "My bunny is so jittery."

You bit your lip when he palms your crotch, igniting the heat in between your thighs.

"Sa—toru." you gasp when he sets your shorts and panties aside, sliding his fingers up and down your already drenched slit.

"Ah, babe. You flatter me so much, I really get you so wet this easily, huh?"

His deep chuckle grazed to your ears, as if it was a magical incantation that instantly gets you distracted, well, everything that he does makes you insane anyways.

"Ah!" he entered two of his fingers inside your wet throbbing hole, you gripped his wrists before he starts moving. "I'll... I'll quit the game first, okay?"

Thankfully, this isn't a rank game because you don't know what you'll do to Satoru once you finished playing his dirty little game.

He gave you a wide innocent smile as if his fingers aren't deep inside your cunt. As soon as you quit the game, he reclined your gaming chair and ordered you to lift your legs on the arm rest— giving him a wide access to your pussy.

He didn't even gave you any time to process things and instantly moves his fingers in and out of your hole, covering it with your slick juices. He moved your shirt up until it was removed from you, "Not wearing any bra, hm. You're such a good whore for me, you know?"

"A-ah! S-satoru! Fuck!" he leaned his head towards your chest and enveloped the full rounded shape of your breast into his mouth, licking and twirling his tongue on your perky nipple as he looked up to your satisfied reaction— hand still moving at a steady pace.

You gripped his smooth ivory hair, taking the handful of strands in between your fingers as you shut your eyes in pleasure while you let out lewd moans.

Satoru lets go of your mound with a pop, he memorized every bit of movement and signal that your body were making so he stopped moving his hand, "N-no.. why did you stop...?"

Satoru just likes doing this, he likes sending you to the edge and stopping once you are close so that you can beg him to just fuck you senseless, making you see how much of a needy whore you are.

It's like a payback, you know. For making him wait for you.

"Not so fast, darling. You need to work for it."

He stood up and unbuckles his belt, "You know what to do, sunshine."

You fixed your position on the chair, your back straightened while your thighs are closed like an obedient girl waiting to be pounded on. You slid his zipper down and pulled his pants along with his undershorts— springing his monster of a cock on your face.

Satoru looks down at you with a smirk on his face, you started pumping his shaft with your hand, you looked up to him while you gave his slit kitty licks.

"Stop teasing me." he groaned, you chuckled for a bit as you swipe the flat of your tongue from the base to his head and finally enveloping his stiff cock in slowly. "Good fuck- girl."

Satoru gripped your hair and pushed your head until the tip of your nose came in touch with his skin— you gagged a bit, with a bit of teary eyes, you looked up to him and saw him threw his head back as he let out a guttural moan.

Definitely enjoying making your throat his cocksleeve.

"Fuck that's so good." he moved his hip slowly, fucking your mouth while he looked straight into your glassy eyes, glistening with unshed tears. "Good girl, taking my cock in so good. So pretty."

You moaned a bit and gripped his thighs while he fucks your mouth, his lengthy and deep moans makes your pussy twitch in anticipation— your head was making up scenarios of how would he fuck your drenched cunt.

You panted when he lets go of your mouth, looking at his cock covered with your saliva. Satoru leaned down to your mouth and pressed his lips into yours, savouring his own taste that was perceptible on your mouth, delving his tongue and rolling it against yours while he leans you on the chair once again.

"I'm going to fuck my baby's pussy so good, she's going to forget her name." he said when he pulled away from your kiss, positioning himself in between your plump folds. "I'll cum inside you, you like that?"

"Mhmm- ah! Satoru-"

"That's right, honey. Say my name." he slid his tip up and down your slit and finally sliding in your wet cavern. He groaned at the warmth of your walls, taking his cock in, "So fucking tight, babe."

Lecherous moans escaped your mouth when Satoru moved slowly, he has fucked you many times and by now you should get used to how big he is but that's not the case, he always had to wait for you to adjust. You have a pretty tight cunt, after all.

Satoru placed his fingers in your mouth for you to bite on as he stretch your small hole using his thick rigid cock, his pace gradually fastens when he feels you sucking on his fingers instead of biting on it.

You whimpered incoherent words on his fingers causing for him to remove it from your mouth, "Hmm? What is it?"

"Faster," you pleaded. Now, who is he to ignore his princess' pleads? "Oh! Ah- fuck!"

Satoru chuckled hearing you moaned out loud from his fast and unrelenting pace, the sound of the skin slapping was all you can hear as he fuck your guts out in your gaming chair.

"Sa—toru! S-slow down! Ah!"

You pleaded for him to go fast but not like this, you feel like your body is shattering with every thrust. He grunted, "You really love getting fucked by me, huh? My own cum slut."

"Yes- ah! S-satoru, mhmm. You fuck me so good- Fuck!"

Your words energized him even more to ram his dick inside you harder and faster, hitting the one spot that makes your body arch as if you were shocked.

"Ah- I'm going to fill you up." he grunted, dick pounding inside your warm soft cavern as if he was shaping the velvety walls with the semblance of his cock while your legs felt like a limp, just thrown around the air. "You're going to take all of my cum, like a good little pet- fuck!"

You would answer but you are too far from reality, your mind was in a daze by getting fucked out so hard you can't even think straight. Satoru loves this look on you, watching you slowly melt underneath him.

You hold onto Satoru's shoulders, digging your nails on his skin as his lips stretched into a menacing grin. "Such a slutty face, darling. So good, so good for me."

"Please- Ah! Harder! Please— wanna come! Let me come! Fuck-" you babbled, your hole quivering around his dick as he rams harder and rougher you clinged on Satoru tighter when he leaned on your ears.

"Then come for me, you're a good little whore, hm? Come for me."

He pulled himself up and moved slowly but still harder, he circles his thumb on your clit as he hit your spot over and over. Every ram was causing your body to tremble, your mind was getting utterly immersed from the stimulation and not long you'd be melting to bliss.

Countless of pleasure ran through your veins, your sweet juices dripping from your cunt and covering Satoru's dick— that's when he started moving faster again.

"Ah! Satoru!" your mind was getting aware of the overstimulation, you were already shaking but Satoru's pace didn't cease. He broke you using his cock, making you cum for him like his good little bitch.

Bit of tears were falling from your eyes, he smirked and rutted your hole even harder than before. "You crying now, hm. Cry for me while I fuck your little hole, honey."

You scratched his back leaving red lines on his pale skin. He leaned down and sucked your tit into his mouth, adding to the overstimulation that your body was feeling. His pace were getting sloppy, his other hand kneading your mound as he groaned with your breast on his mouth.

You feel his hot seed shoot straight inside your cunt, filling you to the brim, claiming his ownership to your red swollen pussy.

Satoru stopped moving. Still inside you, he wiped your tears and kissed your eyes, nose, all over your face and landed on your lips. Kissing you softly as he soothe you, caressing your hair and groaning as he slowly pulls out of you.

"I love you." he whispered as he carry you to the bathroom. The only thing you could answer him was a small hum. He chuckled and placed you on his lap in the bathtub— he opened the faucet, "Gonna take care of my princess."

You leaned on Satoru's chest and just closed your eyes. Your body was exhausted but you are completely satisfied though.

Satoru really doesn't disappoint, if he's that rough at sex you know how soft and gentle he is with aftercare, showering you with all his love and kisses.

Satoru got your hair tie from your wrist and ties your hair up then gathers the water on the palm of his hand, sprinkling a bit of water on the upper part of your body.

You smiled and bask on Satoru's effulgent aura as he take good care of you.

"You still going to ignore me?" you heard him ask.

You chuckled and turned your head to look at him. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, he gave you his wide radiant smile when you pulled away, you returned the smile and answered him. "Yep. Still going to ignore you, you fucked me so good."

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[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

[flosbelova]

I’ll Always Protect You

florence pugh x fem!reader

warnings: mention of death threats.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you and florence had been dating for a while. when she posts you on her Instagram, you receive a bunch of hate comments and florence defends you and your relationship.

request from @the-loving-quotes​

Dating Florence Pugh has been one of the greatest decisions you have ever made in your life. You both have managed to keep your relationship lowkey until she randomly posts you on her Instagram. It was a photo of you looking at this mountain view at sunset from the balcony. She captioned it “My happy place.” 

Your heart started to race as soon as you saw a photo of yourself on her Instagram-- and the fact that she tagged you almost made you pass out.

You looked through her comments and let’s just say most of it wasn't what you would have expected. Some were positive-- for example, there were comments that read:

“OH MY GOSH IT CONFIRMED! I'M SO HAPPY”

“I’m so proud of you <3”

“You guys are the absolute cutest!”

Then, there were comments that weren’t so positive. It was a mixture of homophobic comments and comments that said “Florence deserves better.”

Of course, they hurt, but you didn’t mind at first and chose to focus on the more positive comments. 

-

A couple days pass and you also decide to post Florence on your Instagram. As you hit “post,” your phone instantly started buzzing with notifications. Again, the comments were all a mixture of the positives and the negatives. However, you wanted to focus on the positive side and ignored the comments.

-

You posted Florence on your Instagram story, and you received a lot of DM’s. Although you don’t open your DM’s, you decided to check just for the hell of it. As soon as you swiped to your message requests, you instantly regretted swiping. 

“Kill yourself. You don’t deserve Florence.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard Florence come into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready, darling,” she says, holding a wooden spoon.

“Hm? Oh, right. I’ll be there in a sec,” you respond.

“Is everything alright, love?” she walks towards you with a concerned look on her face.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, everything’s fine.” You clench your jaw hoping Florence would drop the subject.

She pouts and looks at you with worry. Florence knows every little detail about you. She knows that nothing is ever “fine,” when it follows with you clenching your jaw. However, Florence doesn’t like to overstep on your boundaries, so she drops the subject and figures she’ll ask you later. 

“Alright, love. C’mon, let's eat. I’ve made your favorite,” she says, giving you a soft smile.

-

You loved Florence’s cooking and you always made sure to compliment her dishes whenever she cooked. However, tonight was quiet. The two of you sat in silence, quietly eating your dinner. 

You were grateful that Florence knew to get off your back whenever you were in a mood. That’s one of the things that you appreciated most about her, her ability to understand your emotions and how you cope with them. 

You knew that she would eventually ask you what happened as you have both communicated that suffering in silence wasn’t healthy.

You finished dinner early and asked yourself to be excused. You headed to bed as soon as you finished your meal. Florence stayed in the kitchen to tidy up and to give you some more space.

-

Laying on your side, you couldn’t help but to grab your phone and scroll through your notifications. As hurt as you were already, you were too stubborn to gain some self-control. As terrible as that message was, your comment section got even worse. Not only was it filled with homophobic comments, but you were also getting sent death threats. You had checked Florence’s account and pressed on your photo. You noticed that she turned off the comments.

You felt the bed behind you dip as an arm wrapped around your torso.

“Hi,” Florence whispers, and she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you weakly respond. You sigh as you turn your phone off and place it on the bedside table. You turn around in Florence’s arm and face her.

Florence gave you a worried smile and she wiped the tears on your face. You were so busy scrolling through the hate comments that you hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes.

“Oh, my love.” Florence places a gentle kiss on your forehead. She then looks at you with worry in her eyes. Florence couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind.

“I know you saw the comments,” she begins, “I saw them too. As soon as I saw the hate comments, I immediately turned them off.”

You sniffled and took a deep breath. “I got death threats,” you say, your voice breaking.

“What?” Florence says, appalled. Florence could feel her heart race and feel herself be filled with rage.

“That’s it, I’m making a post, this is unbelievable,” Florence says getting up to get her phone.

“No, please, you don’t have to,” you plead, “it’ll only make things worse.”

“No it won’t, Y/n, I promise you,” Florence says, already typing in her notes.

“You can’t promise me something that you have no control over,” you say coldly.

Florence pauses. She looks over at you, takes a deep breath and pouts. She stares at you for a while, studying your face. Florence is the type of person to defend the people she loves and doesn’t care if it will give her a bad rep. You just so happen to be one of the people that Florence loves, and she will do whatever it takes to defend you and her love for you.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone I love is being sent death threats, so please, let me say something,” she says, reaching for your hand.

“I really don’t deserve you,” you sigh.

“You do Y/n, you deserve every bit of me as much as I deserve every bit of you,” Florence says, caressing your cheek. 

-

A few days passed and Florence posted a video on her Instagram regarding the hate you had been receiving. 

“To my “fans,” who have sent a tremendous amount of hate to my girlfriend, Y/n, kindly unfollow me. I do not need your negativity towards my relationship with her. The hate you throw at her is hate you throw at me. The death threats you throw at her, are also death threats you throw at me. It is not your place to tell me who I should and should not love, nor is it any of your business. I do not appreciate the comments you have thrown at her. She does not deserve it, and nor do I. I am happy with Y/n. She makes me a better person. So please, leave my relationship alone and stop sending my girlfriend death threats. I will not ask again.”

After watching the video, you were in shock. Even if you had talked about it a couple days prior, you still didn’t expect that she would actually post it. Florence kept the comments on and fortunately, it was filled with massive support from other celebrities. You were grateful.

-

Florence had an interview with Jimmy Kimmel this week to discuss her recent and future projects. Of course, her video regarding your relationship was a topic of discussion. You stayed backstage and watched Florence’s interview from her dressing room.

“Okay, I think everyone here has seen the video that you had recently posted regarding your relationship,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Florence chuckles nervously.

“So tell me, if you’re comfortable, why you had said what you needed to say?” he asks.

“Did you watch the video?” Florence says sarcastically, earning a couple laughs from the crowd. “Um, I figured that I needed to. I mean my girlfriend was getting sent death threats for no apparent reason and it needed to stop.” This earned Florence a clap from the audience.

“That’s fair. God, the internet is so toxic, isn’t it?” Jimmy complains.

“Yeah,” Florence agreed. “Y/n and I had been dating for a while now and we’d managed to keep it lowkey. I just thought that when I’d finally posted her that I wouldn’t receive such horrid comments. Which is why I felt the need to address this because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt.”

A couple people from the crowd “Awwed”

“So, tell me what it is about Y/n that just makes you so in love with her?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Florence smiled as she thought about the things that she loved most about you. “Her smile was something that caught my eyes right off the bat. She has such a kind smile and I would do everything just to keep her smiling.”

The crowd “Awwed” again.

“Also, Y/n is so loving. She won’t admit it because she likes to be that “tough” person on the outside, but inside she’s a big softie. She gives the best cuddles. I also love how she makes me tea every time I come home from filming.”

“Aww, that must be nice. I think we all need a Y/n in our life, right?” Jimmy says.

The camera pans to the crowd who was cheering and nodding their heads.

“Well, too bad, Y/n is only one person and I’m the lucky girl who has her,” Florence says wittily. 

The crowd laughed and clapped.

“Alright, well it was lovely having you, Florence,” Jimmy says, shaking Florence’s hand. “And that’s all for tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

-

On the ride home, you rested your head on Florence’s shoulders.

“You really had to call me out, didn’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah, maybe just a little,” Florence says, making a gesture.

You chuckle and look at her. “Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on?”

“Yes, Y/n, you tell me everyday,” she says, grabbing your cheek.

You smile and close the gap between you. Florence melts into the kiss and moves her hand to the back of your head, running her hands through your hair. You pull away to catch some air and Florence rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you, Flo. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too Y/n. and don’t thank me, you know I’ll always protect you.”

The End

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Octopus Toy [Request]

A/N: Aren’t the toys just the cutest!!! I’m going to get one eventually and just start creating an army of them in my bedroom >.< 

SEOKJIN:

Jin knew what the stuffed toys were supposed to be, he'd bought you one specifically so that he would be able to tell when you were mad or upset about something but you hadn't used them until tonight. The two of you were bickering like an old married couple would but he took it too far, jokingly insulting you until you held direct eye contact with him and picked up the stuffed animal. 

"Babe, it was a joke," He stuttered out when he watched you getting ready to turn the octopus inside out while you shook your head, 

"It's already in motion," You whispered as you held it up, keeping your eyes locked with his, 

"No. Babe," He begged but you continued.

"It's too late, you pissed me off." You mumbled turning the octopus to show the red side of her with the angry face as you pouted at him folding your arms over your chest as he began to kiss you all over your face. Apologising for what he said, tickling your sides until you began laughing begging him to stop promising to change the octopus back to normal if he just stopped.

YOONGI:

Yoongi knew he fucked up before he even walked in the door, tonight was your anniversary and he'd missed coming home for dinner because he fell asleep on the sofa in his studio from working so hard all day. 

"Please be awake, please be awake," He begged as he walked through the front door, walking into the living room to find your red octopus toy sitting on the coffee table with its angry face with a note underneath it and he sighed. 

Food in the oven. Heat it up before going to bed. Love you xx Although you were angry with him you were never going to make him go hungry but Yoongi wasn't bothered about eating, he picked up the stuffed toy and headed up to the bedroom. Sliding into the bed behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, you snuggled back against him and smiled weakly seeing the stuffed toy sitting in front of you. 

"I fell asleep at work again," He whispered in your ear, he knew it wasn't a real excuse but he knew you understood what that meant, that he had been working so hard he was losing track of time. 

"Just make sure you get some sleep now, I want you well-rested." You whispered, rolling over to face him so you could lay your head on his chest.

HOSEOK:

You had never been good at showing your emotions and Hoseok knew that which was why he had invested in different Octopus toys, all different colours so that they would show different emotions, Red meaning angry, Blue meaning sad and so on. It was all so he could tell what you were feeling with one look at the stuffed toy, 

"I don't understand what the big deal is, I thought you would love to go out," You stared at him as he had his back to you, you shook your head trying to explain to him why spending the day with his ex-girlfriend wasn't a day you wanted to do, 

"We're good friends now, there's no reason for you not to like it." He laughed, rooting through the wardrobe for something to wear, he couldn't see how angry you were in the face so you picked up the blue and red octopi before throwing them in his direction, hitting him on the head before landing in front of him. 

"Oh." He laughed looking at them, 

"She makes me...I don't know," You sighed as he walked over to you, there was something about her that made you uneasy and you didn't want to spend the day with her. 

"Then we won't go," He promised you, kissing the top of your head as he got up to make an excuse for not going.

NAMJOON:

All day long Namjoon had his head in the new book he'd recently gotten, normally it wouldn't bother you but this was the first time in months he'd gotten a day off and instead of spending it with you he was engrossed in a book hardly looking up from the pages. 

"Babe!" He yelled out as he finally looked up for the first time in hours but he barely held eye contact with you as he began to give details in what was happening in his book so you picked up the nearby octopus toy, turning it to its green side to show you were annoyed and all you did was place it on your head for the next time he would look at you.

"It turns out that he's been the-" He stopped when he saw the unimpressed look on your face that almost matched the pouting Octopus toy, 

"You've been ignoring me all day," You whined as he finally closed the book, pulling you over to him as he began to cuddle you, kissing you all of your face as he gave you all his attention.

JIMIN:

The collection of small reversible octopus toys were beginning to grow over time, whenever Jimin would see one that he knew you didn't have back home he would purchase it, having no idea what they did and that they were reversible. 

"Do you even know what these are?" You finally asked as he poured out four of them onto the bed getting just as excited as you were whenever he bought them home with him. 

"Stuffed toys, you love them." He smiled sitting on the edge of the bed and watching as you took one of them and began turning it inside out to show the other side of the toy was an angry-looking octopus with a red face.

"They're supposed to help express emotions." You laughed as he began turning all of the ones he had gotten you inside out and smiling happily as they all were different colours from one another, 

"You could start your own army of octopi," He gasped as he looked from the stuffed toys to your face as you laughed at him.

TAEHYUNG:

Taehyung had no idea what the stuffed Octopi toys meant when he bought them for you, he just thought they were so cute and he had been seeing them everywhere and thought you might enjoy them. It wasn't until he was late home for the sixth time that week that he walked into the house he shared with you to find around 20 Octopi looking up at him from the floor, all with mad faces showing so that they were on their angry side. 

"Babe?" He called out, walking through the house to try and find you but when he found you, you were pretending to pay attention to the TV that was playing a random movie instead of listening to him. 

"I got caught in the studio," He tried to explain but all you did was reach forward for another Octopus toy, turning it inside out and sitting onto the table in front of you to show you were still upset about it. You weren't mad at him for being late you were mad that he never told you when he was going to be late home and it had been the sixth time that week, all you wanted to do was spend time with the person you loved. 

"I will make it up to you and the octopi that all seem super mad at me," He promised, sliding into the seat beside you as he pulled you into a tight embrace, kissing the side of your head as you slowly lent forward and changed the octopus back to the happy side it was normally at. 

JUNGKOOK:

Jungkook had been seeing them all over the internet so of course, he had to get some of them for you and him to have, he had different ones lined up on the end of the bed when you came home. 

"What's this?" You laughed looking at him as he smiled at you, 

"Have you seen those videos? They change when you turn them inside out to show what we're feeling," You laughed as he showed you what he meant, turning a grey coloured octopus into a red sad-faced one, 

"I could always tell you how I'm feeling," You poked fun at him as you reached for the pink toy, smiling when you felt how soft and squishy it was. 

"But this is so much more fun," He pouted at you, turning another one around so it was pouting at you, you rolled your eyes at him,

"Babe-" You stopped talking when an octopus was placed in front of your face,

"Look at his face and tell me you don't love him," He whined at you, wiggling it around until you finally agreed that they were cute even if they were useless in your relationship.

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[obsessedasusual]

The Proposal - Horacio Carrillo

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x OC

Warnings: None!

Summary: The Colonel is in love and needs the world to know.

Note: 130 days later I'm back and posting again! soft!Carrillo fucks me UP. Here's another snippet from the relationship of Horacio and Nat. Wrote this while my internet was down and I couldn’t do my work - perks of working from home!!

The proposal was bound to happen sooner or later, Natalia just wasn’t expecting it that soon. But it was to be expected. Horacio was a traditional man, catholic - to an extent - and was determined to do things right by her.

“Five more minutes isn’t too much to ask for, Sargent Major” Natalia grumbled into her boyfriend’s pillow. She had ended up draped across both sides of the bed after she had clung to Horacio as he rose for the day, trying to convince him to keep her warm for “just a bit longer”. Of course, she was no match for the Colonel’s strength as he had easily maneuvered himself out of her grasp, leaving her with a quiet chuckle and a kiss on the head before heading to the kitchen. That was half an hour ago.

“You’ve had ‘five more minutes’ three times now. Get up.” And suddenly the curtains were open, and the duvet was on the floor. The groan she let out was anything but attractive, dramatic, and childish were two words that sprung to Carrillo’s mind. “I’m heading out the door in 15.” He sounded bored, frustrated even, but there was a slight smirk on his face he reserved only for her.

With another yawn and a stretch Natalia finally decided to face the day. Making her way to the kitchen she stopped in the doorway to admire the sight before her.

“Damn I’ve got good taste in men.” Horacio turned slightly from where he was brewing the pot of coffee and gave her a small smile.

Natalia made her way over and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s middle, placing a quick kiss to the back of his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I know.” Came his reply.

She pulled back in mock offensive and slapped his shoulder, “Excuse me?! This is the part where you tell me you worship the ground I walk on.”

Carrillo let out a laugh and handed her a cup of coffee, “Drink this, querida, wake yourself up.”

“You are such an ass.” Her eyes followed him around the dining room gathering his things he’d need for the day. Truth be told she lived for moments like this. When it was just her and Horacio. Doing normal couple things. Teasing. Drinking coffee. Getting ready for work. “I think we should get a cat.”

That got his attention, he glanced up with a furrowed eyebrow, “We’re not getting a cat.”

“Give me one good reason why not? Imagine having a furry child to come home to every night! The cuddles, Horacio! The cuddles…”

“No cat.“

“First you don’t love me and now you won’t let me get a cat. Don’t come to me expecting sex any time soon.” She blew a raspberry when he made eye contact. Men.

He grabbed his things and made his way to the front door, stopping in front of his lover, “Be safe today please. I’m not going to be around.” He leant down to capture her lips in a firm kiss, “There’s chicken that needs to be used for dinner so don’t go ordering takeout if you make it home first,” another kiss, “I love you. A lot. Never doubt that.”

“I’ll see you tonight,” came the suddenly breathless reply, he had a way of making her just that, breathless.

A final kiss, a knowing look and he was out the door.

~~~~~~

“What happened to no takeout-”

“Shit!” Nat jumped at the voice from behind her, too engrossed at some old sports replay she was watching, “Jesus, Horacio you can’t just sneak up on people like that.”

He leaned over the back of the couch and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, “Sorry, mi amor.” He came around to sit beside her, taking her fork and stealing a bite of the food in front of her. Feeling her glare Horacio turned to Natalia, “What?”

“I got you your own, it’s on the bench. Stop stealing mine.”

He laughed and went to retrieve his container of food, still warm – Nat hadn’t long been home, “I saw Peña on my way out, said you didn’t want to get a drink with them. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine. Just a long day. Wanted to get home and forget about things for a while.” He could hear it in her voice how tired she was.

“Hence the takeout?”

“Hence the takeout.” She confirmed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She smiled at him and shook her head slightly, “I’m okay, Horacio. Really.”

She turned her attention back to the sports she wasn’t able to follow. Horacio took the time to admire her. It didn’t happen often, him being home before she had dragged herself to bed. Almost a year ago, when Carrillo had first realized the DEA Agent had taken an interest in him, he was surprised to say the least. He hadn’t welcomed her with open arms when she first arrived in Colombia. ‘Another fucking gringo’ he had thought when Peña had introduced the two.

But time passed and no matter what shit was thrown her way, she had remained kind. Horacio had mistaken her kindness for naivety and innocence for the first few months. That misconception was soon put to rest when he saw Nat hold her own out in the field.

Her kindness was the first thing that drew him to her. One night she had found him slouched over his desk in his office mulling over some paperwork as she was making her way home for the night, she left to her car, drove to the only takeout that was open at that ungodly hour and went back to the sulking Colonel with a hearty meal. He had declined at first, but she had sat in the chair opposite him and guilted him into eating it before she left for the night, adding in very much exaggerated yawns to get him to comply. After that, she always made sure to bring leftovers into work with her and leave them for Horacio. They began to share dinner, which turned into sharing small talk, and then stories from the past, and finally sweet, private kisses. For the first time in many years, the oh so serious Colonel had let himself feel, and let himself fall.

Horacio was brought back to the present by a soft blowing on his face, he looked up to see his partner smiling softly at him, “What’s on your mind, Carrillo?” She still insisted on calling him Carrillo a lot of the time, it grew on him. He stared at her warmly.

“Marry me.”

Nat froze, fork midair, “What?”

Horacio nodded more to himself than anyone else, “Marry me, Natalia. I love you. You love me. I don’t want anybody else.” He gestured between them and to the room around them, “This is what I want. I want you. Forever.”

There was a beat of silence between them. Carrillo went to speak again but was abruptly cut off by lips pressed to his own, he gained his composure quickly and laughed into the kiss.

“You really wanna marry me?” She asked timidly. Horacio kissed her again before replying, “I really do, mi amor.” He gently pushed her away and stood, signaling for her to stay put for a second. He walked out of the room and returned a moment later, kneeling in front of her.

“Believe me when I say this isn’t how I planned on asking, but I’ve had this for a while,” he opened the little, velvet box and took out the delicate ring, holding it in front of his love. “Natalia de la Vega. Will you marry me?”

She leant down, cupping his face in her hands, softly stroking below his tired eyes, “Of course I’ll marry you, Horacio.”

He grinned and pushed himself up to meet her for yet another kiss. And another. And a third, “Here put this on.” The usually brooding and calculated man fumbled as he tried to get the ring on to the finger of his new fiancé.

The couple admired it for a second, Horacio placing a soft kiss to her hand.

“I love you, Horacio.”

“And I love you.”

A comfortable silence fell between them.

“Does this mean we can get a ca-“ “No cat.”