#✩⸜⸜ Babi answers 🚀

[space-station-nursery]

is the anon tag 🍮 spare? if so can I have it plssss

also could you try to explain the difference between age dreaming and regressing? and can you experience them both sometimes? also I love your blog tyyyy :3333 ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

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Hey puddin, the "Flan" tag has not been claimed yet so its all yours!!

Now, let me explain the difference between dreaming and regressing:: [eventually ill have a post for this]

🍼 ⟣ Age regression

Age regression is the action of regressing into a younger state of mind other than your bodily age! The reason for this is normally to cope with some sort of stress, a trigger, or a trauma that has occurred [many also say its a way to relieve your childhood if you had a negative one]. When you regress, you usually have a change in mannerisms that can vary by regressed age! [like using a paci, dips, bottles, not being able to write well etc] However, not everyone has a specific "age set" that they regress to, and not everyone's regression is the same! Regression is normally voluntary to self sooth, however it can be involuntary if things become too much for the person regressing

☁️ ⟣ Age Dreaming

Age dreaming is a voluntary mindset for those who engage in a child-like headspace for fun[ like acting or behaving like a child (non-sexually duh)], those who consider themselves a child and partake in a lifestyle of reliving childhood, and/or those who enjoy the aesthetics and comfort of more childish things. Normally, age dreamers never fully regress but this can vary from person to person. Dreamers are still very valid within the community and are those that still happily indulge in their childlike wonder

🤔 ⟣ Can you experience both?

Yes!!!! When you are not regressing, you can very much dream!! In some situations it may not be appropriate to regress or even dangerous, and thats when dreaming comes in! Listening, watching or talking about things you may have liked as a child without going into a different headspace is still dreaming! Some people have positive triggers, that can put them quickly into headspace if they are mentioned or spoke about, while some dont. Regression is very versatile and can be experienced in many ways

Thanks for your ask 🍮

[ihfmseatsoch]

He's sick, and he's taken, but honest 🚀🌠

Grant Curly x fem!intern!reader

Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Curly's new intern brings some much needed excitement into his stagnant life.

genre: smut

word count: 4.7k

warnings/content: cheating, (legal) age gap, a lot of pining, curly is #depressed, semi public sex

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Marriage is a common life goal most people aim to achieve. Curly was one of them, believing it'd give his life purpose. He'd have someone special to come home to after a long haul, maybe even a couple children in the future. He'd have a family that'd mitigate his loneliness, and he'd feel more accomplished as a human being. Lord knows his career would ever give him that feeling.

That fantasy turned out to be nothing like he anticipated. Everyone always talks about married life like it's some cushy, idealistic dream, so it's only natural that he expected... more. Something fulfilling.

Maybe it's because he rushed into it. Slapped a ring on the first girl he thought could be "the one", because he didn't want to waste his twenties being alone and single, while his other friends were already hosting baby showers and inviting him to weddings. He didn't want to feel out of place, and honestly, he was a little too desperate for normalcy. Stability. Whatever settling down brings you.

No one tells you what you're supposed to do when "the one" isn't who you thought they were. When "the one" becomes bored of you in less than a year, and you're forced to spend the next decade attempting to relive your honeymoon phase, rekindle the initial spark you and your spouse once had.

In the end, it was all fruitless.

One sided arguments were frequent, Curly typically too worn down to shout back at his wife, who's nagging him about something he did, or didn't do. Most of the time, Curly finds himself dissociating throughout the bombardment of verbal assault, which causes her to accuse him of not caring about their relationship, due to his lack of a reaction.

And, perhaps there's some truth to her claim. He cares enough to stay, but... does he want to continue putting in the effort to make their failure of a marriage work? Was their partnership worth trying to salvage?

The answer was a resounding no. Not anymore. Curly came to realize that he stayed out of obligation, not out of genuine love.

At least when he was piloting the Tulpar for over a year, it was a reprieve from his home life. He never thought he'd consider his job to be equivalent to a vacation of sorts, but that's where he is in his pitiful existence.

It wasn't until Curly was informed that an intern would be assigned to work alongside him, that the painstaking boredom of his routine was replaced with a breath of fresh air. Initially, he fully expected the new responsibility of tutoring someone more inexperienced than him to be a hassle.

But as soon as he set his sights on you, a pretty young thing with the aura of an angel, the thought of spending every waking moment with you didn't seem so bad. Not bad at all. You captivated him completely, which caused a bit of guilt to stir deep inside his stomach. He shouldn't be thinking of another woman this way, especially not one that was just learning how to say their first word by the time he was in highschool.

But god, were you entrancing. The most beautiful girl he'd seen in a long time. Curly felt worse than terrible for finding you more physically appealing than his own wife back on Earth, but you were so much sweeter than her, listened to him so intently, hanging on his every word as he explained the how the controls in the cockpit functioned, your compliments on his knowledge and experience going straight to his ego—

Oh, he was doomed. Utterly fucked.

"I don't think I'll ever be as good of a Captain as you, Grant." You spoke humbly, referring to him by his first name, ever so polite and respectful. Even if the rest of the crew called him Curly, you insisted on formalities. He was your boss, after all. That's part of what he appreciated about you.

How mature you were for your age.

"Don't be so sure 'bout that," He shot you one of his signature smiles, charming, but not quite reaching his eyes. "You've got a lot of potential, more than most kids your age. And it's not about bein' as good as me, y'know. You've gotta pave your own path. Learn at your own pace."

You had that usual expression on your face whenever he gave you a bit of his wisdom, which was truthfully just him parroting back what his brain had absorbed from the Polle posters with bland motivational quotes scattered around the ship, simplistic and cliché. Your eyes were locked onto him, focused, and beautiful as ever. You took him so seriously, it was almost a little silly. Sure, he was an authority figure, but he wanted to be more of a friend to you, rather than your superior.

"Just 'cause I'm younger than you doesn't make me a kid." You tease him a bit, and he's glad you're finally comfortable enough with him to do so.

"Right, my mistake," he chuckled, "Forgot I'm dealin' with a grown woman here. Forgive me."

"Forgiven." You quip back with a short laugh of your own. Fuck, you were cute. Such a pretty little smile, lips soft and kissable, practically begging him to smash his own against them, to bite, taste, and lick, until they were swollen and red from the aftermath.

Blinking a couple times, he clears his throat. Not now, Curly, he chastises himself. Get a grip. This stupid crush was completely inappropriate. Unethical. So why couldn't he brush his lustful fantasies aside, if he was aware how wrong they were? Why was he treating his life partner as an afterthought, willingly allowing himself to be ensnared by you?

He thought pumping his aching cock in slow, deliberate strokes, late at night in the privacy of his quarters, thinking of that tempting mouth of yours full of him, taking every inch of his shaft down your throat, running your hot, wet tongue along the length from base to tip, would make all those feelings go away. He doesn't know how long it's been since him and his wife have been intimate, he just needed some relief. Right?

Even after he spilled a thick load of cum all over his muscular stomach, abs softened from months of inactivity, he still wanted you. In fact, it only made his desire for you worsen, blossoming by the second. You were an insatiable craving he couldn't ignore. Not until he got a taste.

Curly didn't want to creep on you, but how was he ever going to initiate anything? Were you even interested in him in that way? How could he even suggest anything so uncouth, so perverted, especially as your boss? He wasn't a man who took advantage of power dynamics. Confessing how he felt towards you could jeopardize his position if you took it the wrong way, or, at the very least, damage the relationship he's been steadily building with you.

Instead of being upfront, he maintained an air of casualness when asking about your personal life. It was all normal, at first, asking about your parents, your upbringing, social circle...

And, eventually, he felt as if it wouldn't feel awkward if he inquired about a possible romantic partner, since the question was on topic. "You got anyone waitin' on you back on Earth?" He broached the subject with feigned nonchalance, hoping you don't take the question as too invasive. He felt the need to backpedal, his confidence wavering. "You don't gotta tell me, if that's too personal. Just curious."

"No, nothing like that." You answer, looking down at the coffee in your mug, not particularly interested in drinking any more of it. The first, very disappointing sip was enough. "Huh." Curly made a mild sound of surprise at your response. He fully expected someone to have snatched you up before him.

The fact that you were available made him feel a sense of relief, but also... worse, in a way. There was nothing holding him back from shooting his shot with you, no one in the way. No one to stop him from possibly making a horrible decision. Besides his wife, but... in all honesty, he suspects she's not being all that faithful back on his home planet.

"What about you?" Your question catches him off guard for a moment. Had he really not mentioned that he was married? Not once? He has to think fast. He has the opportunity to lie, or be honest with you. On one hand, the less you know, the better. On the other, telling the truth would prevent anything from happening between you two.

Steeling himself, he quickly makes up his mind, deciding that he can't bring himself to be dishonest. You'd find out eventually. "I'm married." Curly admits plainly, unable to force any kind of joy into his tone. He doesn't even smile, or look proud, like most husbands would when speaking about their wives. When did he become such a shithead, he wonders.

"You don't seem too happy about it." You immediately notice how... depressed he looks at the very mention of his spouse. Catching yourself being a little too blunt, you follow up with, "Um– not that I'm implying anything! Sorry..."

He sighs, dejected, tiredly rubbing his face, as if he could wipe the evident dissatisfaction clean off. The crushing weight of pretending everything's fine and dandy is catching up to him. "Nah, don't apologize. You're not wrong." He confesses out loud for the first time, even to himself. "Goin' through a rough patch. Have been for a long time."

Curly can hardly look at the raw, genuine sympathy on your face. He doesn't want you to pity him. He doesn't want anyone to. That's why he's hidden his marital problems from everyone he knows. Besides Jimmy, that is, but he's not the best guy to vent to, and Curly's only told him bits and pieces, to which Jimmy responds with the oh so helpful advice to simply get a divorce, like it's that easy.

"Sorry to hear that." You place a tender hand on his broad shoulder in a comforting manner. "I know what it's like, being in a shitty relationship. You can always talk to me about it, if you need to."

He can't help but melt into the display of physical affection, no longer used to feeling a loving touch. It was refreshing to experience genuine compassion for once. With a forced, half-hearted smile, he speaks solemnly, "Nah, don't wanna bother ya' with my problems. I appreciate it though, really."

Curly doesn't mention anything else about his personal life for a while, too embarrassed by the smidgen of vulnerability he showed you. He's supposed to be the Captain. The strong one. The guy who has his shit together. He can't let anyone know he's the opposite of who he presents himself to be.

But having you around has made him feel emotions he hasn't experienced in god knows how long. Plus, you're good company. A good friend. You make him feel alive again.

You're exactly what he needs.

Maybe he idealized you a bit, but how could he not? You were perfect to him, delicately handcrafted by angels, everything about you so sugary sweet that his teeth hurt just thinking about you. It came to a point where he genuinely wanted you to stay in his life for good, because without you, he's sure the vitality you instilled in him would fade, and he'd immediately wilt like a neglected houseplant; visibly half-dead and parched in the corner of the room, but no one takes the time to tend to it, or even acknowledge it's suffering.

His yearning became palpable, affecting the very atmosphere whenever you two were left alone. Curly had asked you to demonstrate what you've learned so far, and as you listed off the proper names of each button, lever, dial, and switch, summarizing your basic aviation knowledge, he simply couldn't focus on your words. Didn't need to, actually. He already knew you were smart enough to fly the ship yourself, so he took the time to just... admire you.

You were the epitome of light, brightening his days, no matter how dreary.

What he would give to have you sat in his lap as he mentored you, his hands guiding your own as you learned how to take the controls, whispering instructions into your ear just to watch your cheeks flush with warm blood, and listen to the way your breathing hitches when he pulls your body closer–

"Grant?" Your voice brought him out of his own head. Must've spaced out again. He's gotta stop doing that... "You're looking at me weird. I don't sound dumb, do I?"

Curly realizes he's been staring at you with a dopey, lovesick expression for way too long, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, feeling like an idiot for acting this way. "No, no. You're doin' great. Ain't you, just... haven't gotten a proper night's rest in a good while." That's a half-lie. Sure, he hasn't been sleeping well, but that's every night. Not much of a difference there. The only problem here is him and his lack of self restraint.

If only you knew how hard he's struggled to not shove his tongue down your throat.

"Something keeping you up?" You lean in closer, so willing to listen to his problems and carry his woes in your two shoulders. He can't tell you the truth. Can he? You're a good person, much better than he is. You wouldn't want to be with a married man.

Then again, he doesn't want to lie to you. It's been so difficult to hold back from declaring his feelings for you, it's eating away at his insides, tearing him apart little by little.

Guilt weighs heavily upon him like an anchor tied to his neck, pulling him to the bottom of the lake. "...Yeah," He swallows, "S'pose there is." He keeps his voice low, sounding immensely ashamed, like a child confessing to eating a dozen cookies before dinner.

"Talk to me." You urge, so oblivious to the cause of his inner turmoil. It's now or never. He either screws this up so irreparably bad, or you accept him and his shame.

Curly takes a deep breath, before forcing it all out in a quick, rushed jumble of words.

"I– fuck, don't think badly of me for this. I can't stop thinkin' about you. Can't get you outta my head, no matter how hard I try. I know it's wrong, god, do I know, but you're... you're just so..." He trails off, his own humiliation cutting his sentence short, and he mentally prepares for the worst rejection of his life.

An awkwardly long silence falls between you, as you take the time to process his confession. He looks like a broken man in front of you, unable to make eye contact, his hands clasped together, sweaty with fear.

"Grant..." You start, unsure how to go about this situation. "I'm glad you told me, and– and I like you too, I really do. But... your wife..." You bite your lip, bashful, never expecting yourself to develop feelings towards a married man of all people.

His heart sinks like a stone as you bring up the woman whom he had vowed eternal loyalty to. He exhales shakily, avoiding your eyes. "I know. Just... me and her... ain't been the same as it used to. Not for a long time."

"I'm sorry." Your heart swells with empathy, wondering why anyone would dare to mistreat a man like him. He's nothing but a sweetheart in your eyes. Flawed, yes, but so is everyone. "I... I don't think I'll make you happy, though. And... being the other woman, it'd feel... wrong. Even under these circumstances."

He nods, silently agreeing with you. It would be downright horrible of him to cheat on his wife, especially with a younger woman who he has a position of authority over. A position of trust and responsibility. A position in which he can easily take advantage of you if he really wanted to. Isn't that a sickening thought.

He's supposed to be better than this. Stronger than this. But he doesn't feel much like a good man right now. Feels like he's drowning.

You sigh at his silence, taking his clammy hands into your own. Your heart hammers against your chest wall. The forbidden aspect of the entire situation is adrenaline inducing. His sad puppy eyes make you feel awful for rejecting him, but if you two started anything, it'd end up a terrible mess.

Yet, you can't stop your body from inching even closer to him.

"I don't want you to be unhappy." You tell him, speaking quietly, as if to avoid eavesdroppers.

He knows he's supposed to pull away, to do the right thing for once. But when has he ever done the right thing when it comes to you? He dares to look into your eyes and his body tenses. You're so close, near enough to where he can see himself reflected in your dilated pupils.

This is wrong.

"You're too damn sweet for your own good," he murmurs, gaze flicking down to your lips, "Ain't makin' this easier for me."

It doesn't take long for the tension between the both of you to become unbearable, your hand finding his scruffy cheek to pull him towards you, practically smashing your lips to his. His beard tickles you as you kiss, but it doesn't deter you from allowing him to ravage your mouth.

A deep, almost guttural sound of desire rumbling out from his chest. The kiss is messy and desperate, bordering on hungry, starved of the affection you're giving him in this moment. He doesn't hesitate to hoist you up by your waist, sitting you down on the console, the sudden movement eliciting a surprised squeak from you, the sound muffled inside of his mouth.

Pulling away for air and a moment to compose yourself, your lips coated with a sheer layer of own another's saliva, you stare into each other's eyes as you breathe heavily, his large hands gripping your hips to keep you balanced and supported on the surface. "Grant..." You breathe his name, unable to come up with anything else to say in your dazed state of mind.

"You have no idea," he begins, huskily, "How fucking bad I want you." His firm tone makes your thighs press together, a jolt of arousal hitting you right in the gut. It's not the first time you've heard him speak in an authoritative voice, and it's not the first time it's made you fantasize about him using it... somewhere more private.

"The... The door isn't... locked." You point out, still apprehensive despite your growing need. Dipping his head into the slope of your neck, he mumbles against your skin, "Think you can be quiet, then?"

You don't think twice before you nod, even though you're truthfully unsure if you'll be able to hold back from crying out and alerting the others. Only one way to find out. He presses his groin to yours, the friction making your clit twitch as he makes direct contact with the clothed nerve. Curly's dick is already hard, straining through his uniform, and you can feel just how massive he is, even through the fabric.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he rasps, zipping his uniform down hastily, "You want this, yeah?" It was sweet how he asked for your consent, as if you two weren't already in the foreplay stage. You nod to ease his worries, pulling your own coveralls down, revealing the pajama shirt underneath, embarrassingly old and tattered. But you didn't exactly imagine you'd be fucking your mentor today, so there was no reason you would've thought to change into something sexier. You didn't even bring anything sexy on board. It's this or nothing at all, not that he seems to mind the less than elegant garment.

A brief, shaky laugh escapes him at the sight of you, only adoring you even more. "Cute," he comments, "Hope you don't mind if I take it off, though." Hopking his fingers under the the hem, he diligently pulls the shirt over your head, exposing the plain bra underneath. Underwhelming, but witnessing your half naked body is still a heavenly sight.

You decide you should start touching him as well, just to make it fair. You slip one hand under his shirt, feeling up his torso, your fingers exploring every groove of his defined muscle, even the slight pudge of his stomach. Not to mention, his chest is huge. Bigger than yours. You're almost jealous.

Curly's a little self conscious about the excess fat around his belly, but the way you're touching him as if he's a perfectly chiseled statue, fingertips grazing his skin with an awestruck expression on your face, makes him feel a little less insecure.

His own fingers dip down, the large pad of his thumb lightly stroking your clit through your panties. You have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning. "Nnh– Grant–" You shudder, speaking as quietly as you possibly can with the way he's touching you, sending electric shocks of pleasure throughout your cunt.

"Call me Curly." He sounds like he's demanding you, rather than asking. "Don't gotta be so professional anymore. Not when you're gettin' this wet from just my fingers." There's a hint of pride laced in his voice at the end of his sentence. He's still got it.

"C– Curly..." You stammer, as if testing out the way his name rolls off your tongue. You reach up to grasp onto his shoulders as he pulls the fabric of your underwear aside. "Atta girl," he encourages, tracing the outline of your slick folds with a finger, "Always such a fast learner."

You intake a trembling breath of air, feeling him explore you, spread you open, tease your entrance, so tantalizingly close to sliding inside of you. "Need you, Curly..." You whimper, a little pathetically, "Need you so bad, please..."

He complies with your plea, reveling in how desperate you look for him. No one has desired him like this in years, his own wife has never looked at him the way you do, even before their issues. "Shh, I know, I know... don't worry. M' gonna make you feel real good, doll." He coos, slipping his index into your hole, your slick making the insertion smooth and easy. Even just one of his thick fingers make you feel full, not to mention it's long enough to immediately nudge against all the right places.

Your eyes roll back as he adds a second finger, stretching you open, the obscenely wet sound of him pumping in and out of your heat filling the cockpit. You let out a string of soft whines from your parted lips, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh my g– goddd– Curly, fuck–" You cry out, spreading your legs even wider for him so he can prod your insides at even more angles.

Your cries are like sweet hymns to his ears, the sight of you coming undone before him is glorious, and he wants nothing more than to worship you, all of you, for the rest of his life. "Yeah? This pretty cunt likes that, huh? I can tell, she keeps squeezin' down on me, suckin' me in..." Curly can hardly believe the filth coming from his own mouth. He's been so deprived of any sexual contact with a woman, that he feels slightly unhinged now that he finally has it. His dick aches, watching his digits disappear, sheathed inside you, before pulling back out again, coated in your arousal, over and over again.

"Think she can handle more than my fingers?" He asks, his body practically jittering with the need to fuck you stupid. The way he's talking about your pussy, like it's a separate being from you, is strangely hot. You nod, the very idea of having his cock inside you makes your walls involuntarily clamp around him. "Uh– Uh huh..." You nod, already dumb and drunk off the pleasure he's giving you.

Curly slips his fingers out, leaving you feeling momentarily empty. You watch him pull his cock from his boxers, throbbing and rigid, tip flushed red. His size is intimidating, and you can't fathom why his wife would reject this for anything. You're openly gawking at his dick, which fuels his ego nicely. "Not polite to stare." He teases, and your face grows warm from being caught. "Sorry..." You avery your eyes, sheepishly. "You're just... um..." You're unable to tell him how fucking huge he is, feeling too embarrassed, but his mind fills in the blanks.

"Don't worry," He soothes, "I'll be gentle, okay?" With a kiss to your temple, he lines himself up with your hole, aching more intensely than it ever has for anyone else, the extent of your arousal almost overwhelming.

"You ready?" He asks, looking at you for permission to proceed, scanning your face for any sign is discomfort. You nod timidly, admittedly nervous, but more than willing to take him. "Mhm," you shakily hum, "I'm ready..."

With your consent, he presses himself into you, swallowing your moans with a kiss as your hole stretches to accommodate his girth, your nails raking down his buff forearms. He groans lowly into your mouth as he sinks into you, nearly orgasming from your tightness alone. When he bottoms out, he pulls away from your mouth just enough to whisper against your lips, "M' gonna start movin', okay? Be good n' stay quiet for me. I know you can do it."

You nod obediently, and he begins to rock his hips, pulling out, pushing in, rhythmic and gentle, allowing your body to ease into the feeling. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, ensuring he stays as close to you as possible. "F– Feels so good, so good–" You babble, your voice raising to a higher pitch than usual.

He kisses your neck, your jaw, your collarbone, anything that's within his reach, murmuring praises against your skin, "I know, pretty girl. Takin' it so well, look at you... so good for me, always so fuckin' good..." You feel him all the way in your stomach, his fat tip almost punching your cervix as his thrusts accelerate, your thighs tensing around him at every harsh movement, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, making you fearful of the sound attracting the others towards the cockpit, but not scared enough to do anything about it.

You grow close humiliatingly fast, but you can't really blame yourself when the biggest cock you've ever had is slamming into you, rubbing against every sweet spot in your cunt. "Curly– M' gonna–" you can hardly choke the words out.

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" He pants, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, "Go ahead n' cum, sweetheart. Rub that pretty lil' clit and make yourself cream all over my cock." His tone is so gentle in comparison it his vulgar sentence. You obey his instructions without hesitation, ardently using two fingers to rapidly stroke the hard, swollen bud, enhancing the euphoria washing over your body. Your body spasms as your orgasm hits you, more explosive and perfervid than you've ever felt before, your cunt pulsing around his cock, your sticky and lustrous arousal coating your thighs.

"That's it, there you go..." He grunts lowly, thrusts growing erratic, his movements losing their fluidity as he quickly approaches his own release. "So beautiful when you cum on my cock like that... mmph– fuck– m' almost there, hold on a little longer for me–"

Thankfully, he doesn't continue to fuck your overstimulated pussy for too much longer, completely overwhelming your senses. Curly pulls out and gives his dick a couple pumps, before spilling onto your stomach, some of his seed shooting onto the console, mixing with your own juices. This'll be disgusting to clean up.

You rest your head on his broad chest, catching your breath, both of you coming down from the intensity of your high as he strokes your hair soothingly. "Shhh, shhh.... you did so well... you feelin' alright? Anything hurt?" His aftercare is sickeningly sweet, and it's evident he genuinely cares about your answers to his questions, and how you're feeling.

In your mind, it's too soon to call the affection you have for him anything veritably close to true love. On the other hand, to him, he's head over heels for you, after knowing you for two months at most. Or, at least, that's what he believes.

A nagging thought is stuck in the back of his mind, one that he'd rather not contemplate for too long:

How the fuck is he going to look his wife in the eyes when he returns to Earth?

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[curlyfriesgalore]

masterlist.

☆ my name is iris and welcome to my writing blog solely dedicated to mouthwashing. fics are in order from latest to oldest. #🌠 iris' reblogs & rambles <- my rb tag! #🌠 iris answers <- for asks!

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☆ i write long fluff, smut, and gen one-shots & headcanons for an fdom reader (self-projecting lol), but i write for gn when it fits. i can write for all, but curly & daisuke are my mains ♥︎

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★ captain curly.

▪︎ curly can't sing. [ sfw & 🚀 ]

▪︎ the tulpar's very own "mom" & "dad." [ sfw, nsfw & 🚀 ]

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▪︎ "let it all out, baby." [ nsfw ]

▪︎ headcanons of a hibiscus-loving boy ♡ [ sfw, nsfw & 🚀 ]

[saturnville]

why?

pairing: lewis hamilton (he) x black wife (she) summary: he asks a question, she gives an answer. warning: 18+. tags: @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites @ggaslyp1 @neewrites @cocobutterqwueen

“Why should I let you?” he whispered against the shell of her ear, breath warm and heavy. His forehead rubbed against her temple as he dug deeper into her.

He was a tease. Always had been. He found joy in seeing her writhe and shake beneath him as she fought to keep ahold of even the smallest ounce of control she had left. It was a sight to see. The way her eyelids fluttered, how the pulse in her neck was so visible, how her chest heaved, and how her nails created crescents on his skin as it became too. Much. A sight to see, indeed.

Her lips trembled as she struggled to form words. But, they came, low and almost incoherently. “Cause I’m the best wife you’ve ever had.”

His chuckle was breathy. His tattooed hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing softly. He brought his lips to her ear, “You’re the only wife I’ll ever have. Let go for me, baby.”

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saturn’s command center 🚀: this is old. very old, but I hope you enjoyed anyway

[shunshunrika]

jjk! boys as Bumble matches

ft. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro.

content : aged up! characters, suggestive texts, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

mdni, ageless blogs dni~~~

Satoru Gojo, 28

Highschool Teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

'Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one!' ... is my favorite quote from a suspense thriller I watched when I was a kid. I have a big ego and even bigger...heart! If you are into movie watching and mochi-shop hopping, hmu~

🔗 6'3 (190cm)

🏛 Apolitical

🍼Children: Don't know yet

🔍Looking for: Something Casual, Open to Long Term

🍷Drinks: Never

🐶Pets: Human by the name of Megumi

INTERESTS: 🧁, 🎥, 🎮, ⚾, 🕶

Suguru Geto, 28

Director at Geto and Associates

Baby, are you a curse? Because I want to delve into the occult for you~ Apart from my philanthropic ventures to help humanity, I frequently engage in stand-up comedy and on the spot 'aura-readings'. I would really like to get to know someone nice and genuine and make them my family *wink wink*

🔗 6'2 (187cm)

🏛 Politically inclined

🍼Children: Want many - looking to grow my 'family'

🔍Looking for: Marriage

🍷Drinks: Socially

🐶Pets: Cursed Spirits~

INTERESTS: 👨‍👩‍👦, ⛩, 📚, ♠, 🎀

Kento Nanami, 27

Accounts Clerk at Tokyo Department of Finance and Commerce

Humble, hardworking guy looking for a meaningful relationship. Would love to go on a date to a museum or a theatre play to get to know you better. Would prefer if we take a few dates to see how things go. If you have any requests or conditions before hand, let me know - I will accommodate them to the best of my ability. Looking forward to having a great interaction.

🔗 6' (183cm)

🏛 Liberal

🍼Children: Want someday

🔍Looking for: Long Term Relationship

🍷Drinks: Frequently

🐶Pets: One Siamese Cat

INTERESTS: 👔, 🖥, 📰, 💹, 📐

Toji Fushiguro, 37

Freelance Killer - (hmu for prices!)

If you have an answer for 'What was the best night of your life?' be prepared to have it changed. A hands-on dad. No, not the father kind, the 'my princess is taking me so well' kind. Into the strong, no non-sense typa gal. Would appreciate if said gal can handle a drink or two with me. hmu and I might take you along on to a gym sesh.

🔗 6'2 (188cm)

🏛 Don't Care

🍼Children: Already have 2

🔍Looking for: Something Casual

🍷Drinks: Frequently

🐶Pets: One Pet Curse/Weapon Purse - and you will probably become my pet too

INTERESTS: ⚔, 🥷, 🏋,🔒, 🍷

Yuuji Itadori, 20

College Student (Mechanical Engineering) - National Institute of Technology, Sendai College

Hi! I am Yuuji! Ace Athlete at Sendai College! Also a proud puppy dad! Beneath my cheerful and carefree demeanor lies an unyielding resolve and a heart full of bravery. Yeah, I'd like to mention I have won multiple bravery awards as a teen (subtle flex) If you'd like, Let's go on rock climbing or to an arcade to see if we're compatible! Don't panic if I tickle you or slap your back too hard!! I'll give you a piggy back if you get tired!

🔗 5'8 (173cm)

🏛 Apolitical

🍼Children: Don't know yet

🔍Looking for: Short Term (Open to Long Term)

🍷Drinks: Socially

🐶Pets: One Shiba Inu!

INTERESTS: 🦮, 🚀, 🧗, 🎢, 🪄

Megumi Fushiguro, 19

College Student (International Relations) - University of Tokyo

Hello. I am Megumi Fushiguro. I am currently a student and looking to date someone long-term. I don't have many conditions or an ideal type but I'd like for the person I date to have unshakable resolve as I find it to be huge, huge turn on. :) I am into coffee shops although it's an overdone date trend. If you want, we can do indoor games and chill at my home. hmu if you want my number!

🔗 5'9 (175cm)

🏛 Liberal

🍼Children: Want Someday

🔍Looking for: Long Term

🍷Drinks: Avoids, Black Coffee for the win.

🐶Pets: 10 animals that come with my technique

INTERESTS: 🍵, 🏫, 📚, ✈, 🎧

Disclaimer: All the pictures used were taken from Pinterest, credits to respective owners! Let me know if you want to add explicit credit.

© shunshunrika 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[bubblebaththoughts]

dark, pervy!joel miller coming into readers room after she gies to sleep, inly for her to wake up with him inside of her.

ill be back 🚀

woww. yeahhh.. you were in such a rush you spelled not one but TWO words wrong, LMFAOO.

WARNING: DUB-CON!

well i hope yall enjoy this.

Joel tried to control his breathing as he stood outside her front door, debating whether he should actually disturb her.

“Y/n?” He called out as he knocked on the door

No answer.

He wasn’t even sure why he was here, all he knew was that he needed her, and that he needed her now.

“Y/n!” He called again, now resting his head against the door

It wasn’t that late, why wasn’t she answering?

Finally he tried the door handle, which was surprisingly, unlocked.

“Stupid girl.” He sighed as he closed the door behind him, locking it for her

The living-room light was on, but no one was in there, he scanned around the home, he always loved her house, loved truly getting a look into who she really is.

“Where you at, sweetheart?” He caled out again

He spotted her bag in the hallway, followed by her jacket on the floor, and her boots following that. All led to her bedroom door.

Someone must’ve had a long day.

He stepped over her things, and pushed her door open. He found her, finally.

More of her things led to her bed. Her shirt, then her pants, and then her bra and underwear. He realized she was naked underneath her covers

He’d seen her like this a million times but it always got him excited. he stripped himself of everything but his underwear and slid behind her in bed.

In his opinion, she looked too good like this.

He slid his arm around her waist, snuggling his nose to her neck. Now he knew what he was here for, he realized as he kissed up her neck.

Soon enough she was groaning, wondering why she was being awoken.

“Mm, hi sweetheart.” He smiled against her neck

Now she was well aware of what was going on, she groaned in response and closed her eyes once again. She stayed half asleep as he continued his attack on her neck.

He began to kiss down her back, creating goosebumps over her entire body.

Joel then began creeping his fingers between her thighs, trying to work his way around, trying to work her up.

Though she was half asleep she still parted her thighs for him, as she always did, no matter what happened. Whether he had called her a bitch earlier that day and stormed off or if he was the sweetest man on earth, she always let him win.

“That’s right baby, open up for me.” He whispered against her skin

He knew her body too well, immediately her found her clit, working it till she was dripping.

Joel could hear her whimpers every so often and smile to himself, knowing that it was all him making her feel so good.

He pulled his hand back, using it to pull her on to her back. He always ravished her body, everything about her was perfect.

She still had her eyes closed, though he figured by now she was well aware of the situation.

He sat up and maneuvered her and himself so that now he was on his knees, with them spread so he could palm himself easier. He draped her legs over his, so that he had the best access to her. He felt painfully hard, throbbing at the sight of this beautiful woman in front of him.

He slid his cock out from his underwear, and began lifting her legs up so he could just slide right on in.

Immediately her eyes shot open, her mouth in gear for a breathy moan.

“There you are, honey.” He smiled as he began thrusting

The quick paced thrusts immediately sent her into overdrive, her back arching, her stomach clenching, and her eyebrows creating a crease between them.

Joel leaned down to kiss her, his lip’s creating her safe haven. “Come on baby.” He kept repeating

Her hands slip up and around him, holding onto his shoulders as he drilled himself into her. “Joel..” She whined

“I’m here honey. I’m here.” He whispered, out of breath “Fell asleep waiting for me or something? Hm?” He asked

She gave him a confused look. “What?” Was all she could muster as she held on to him tighter.

“Why were you naked sweetheart?” He clarified

“I got hot.” She explained

“Mm, you’re always hot though.” He groaned into her neck “Like the fuckin�� sun.”

“Joel I need to-“

“I know baby, come on, come for me.” He panted

Shortly after that he found himself spilling into her, pulling out and lying back down next to her.

“I hope you don’t wake up everybody like that.” She laughed as she laid her head on his chest

He laughed, disregarding the idea. His hand rose to her sweaty forehead, pushing her hair back and out of her face.

“I wish I could spend the rest of my life here.” He sighed

“Me too.”

[angelwishess]

🚀📺 AND 🧸 FOR FLOYRAS FANKIDS PLS

9. 🚀 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What did they want to grow up to become? Has that changed in any way?

Marven wanted to be a lot of things. An astronaut, a scientist, a doctor, a stuntman— literally everything 😭 He was in so many extracurricular activities too, the kid CANNOT stay still… But, currently hes considering following in his Mama’s footsteps and getting into the fashion industry! I mean, hes already a model with Evelio, so why not?

Evelio on the other hand… Is unsure. As a child he wanted to be a writer, but currently hes not really sure what to be. He has a lot of different options, but he just doesn’t want to take up a career that bores him. He hasnt found anything he particularly loves just yet. Huh, maybe he’d make a good detective!

Alora stayed the same. She wants a job that lets her get close to magical creatures and beasts! Maybe a caretaker or reasearcher of the weird and mystical creatures and items that most are too afraid to try and get up and close themselves. So, she wants to be a researcher who discovers new magic and creatures, as well as studies old archeaological sites!

12. 🧸 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Did they have any stuffed animals as a kid? What was their favorite? Do they still have it?

Marven had a few plushies as a kid— but they always ended up tearing 😭 He still has this one red panda plush he’s had since he was a baby. Its super old, and unrecognizable. Rips and tears everywhere, and its a little dirty too but if he washed it that old thing would definetly fall apart. 😭 he REFUSES to get rid of it, though. So theres just this nervouse system of a teddy bear sitting in his room, on his bed.

Evelio had a lot of plushies. But his favorite one was this doe plush. It was a nice brown and white with big beady eyes and a ribbon tied around it’s neck. He used to carry it EVERYWHEREE with him, and read it bedtime stories. He says that hes gotten over that phase and hes “not a child anymore”. But he definetly still has it. He brought it with him to NRC and loves it with all his heart. He still hugs it to sleep. But he refuses to admit it. (Will say that maybe it just “fell into” his stuff while he was packing if anyone finds it😭)

Alora still has her favorite plushie, and she brought it with her to NRC! Its a black and pink bunny, and she lets her ghostie friend posess it while shes at school :3

^^ Something similar to this !!

21. 📺⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Did they have any favorite shows as a child?

Marven was definetly a fan of shows like Regular Show or Loud House!

Evelio was never a big fan of tv shows, but he enjoyed the dramas he found on other channels.

Alora loved any show that had something to do with ghosts and monsters !

(Sorry i rly dont know how to answer this one HEKEP)

[nonsensical-pixels]

I am trying to build a moon/starry night themed nursery room for two and I wanted to ask if you know a list of CC for this theme. Thanks!

hello, narcy! this was a bit of an unusual request, but i did my best to answer it! 😅 i took the 'starry' theme and assumed you meant aliens--sorry if that's a bit off-topic, i'm not used to compiling cc lists on the spot.

SPACE NURSERY CC RECOMMENDATIONS 🚀

cosmic bedroom by liz on mts - cute bedding and rugs!

alien abduction 'llama' lamp by wndy26 on mts - absolutely adorable and hilarious lamps!! a must-have for baby aliens and big aliens!

q baby kids set by nofrills on t$r - not space-themed per se, but pretty atomic! plus, that tv is really cute!

extracted alien paintings by strangetomato - very cute and versatile!

solar bug by kate on parsimonius - an oldie, but a goldie! cute toys and imaginative cribs/changing tables

maxis baby stuff - i know that some people dislike using maxis stuff and prefer a 'cc' look, but now that i'm using a low-cc save i've really come to appreciate the maxis space-themed furniture. it was adorable & it's endured the last ~20 years pretty well!

hope this is good enough for you! 💖 if you have any other cc-list requests, just go ahead and ask!

[rfaromance]

12, 30, 36, 48, 49 for saeyoung & saeran? (sorry if this is a lot, if it's too many just pic your fave(s)!)

No worries, anon! I love the Choi twins, so it's my pleasure! ^^

Saeyoung 🚀

12) Favorite flowers

Saeyoung scrunched his nose as he thought about his answer. "I'm not the expert on flowers quite like Saerany is," he admitted, "but I'm a big fan of baby's breath and zinnia. I think Saeran said those mean everlasting love, and then lasting love even when you're apart. Let me check with him!"

30) Do you prefer to charm, or to be charmed?

Almost immediately, the redhead's face flushed a deep hue that could rival the color of his curls. "I'll whisk you away with my charm! But please... don't flirt back... I..." He began to laugh uncomfortably. "Don't do that to a guy like me, alright?"

36) Cloud gazing or star gazing?

Saeyoung smiled softly. "Stars. The stars tell stories from thousands of years ago. The stars are our ancestors. We are all made of stardust. Also... They're perfect decorations for a space station wedding!"

48) A walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

Saeyoung's eyes lit up immediately at the mention of the beach. "Let's kick around some sand! Catch some fish! Watch the sunset! Bury Yoosung in the sand while he naps on a beach blanket! Eh, we aren't taking him along?"

49) Answered here!

Saeran 💐

(Since the Saeran was not specified, I will assume GE!)

12) Favorite flowers

Saeran laughed lightly at the question. "Must I pick only one? Or will a few be alright with you?" Despite the whirlwind of words clearly brewing in his mind, as his glittering eyes betrayed, his answer was short. "Lily of the valley," he murmured with a gentle smile. "A promise of happiness. A whisper that someone makes your life complete." He paused, as though debating whether to continue. "I'm also fond of roses. Especially blue and red ones. They convey vastly different emotions, but... I think embracing all of one's feelings is important. Essential. And these days, I believe in miracles and in love."

30) Do you prefer to charm, or to be charmed?

Saeran lifted his hands and rested them gently atop his chest, right over his heart. "I've spent my whole life being the one cared for, the one protected, the weak one with no autonomy. I want to give back. Sometimes, that means charming the love of my life to the point of pouty cheeks and teary eyes. Heh."

36) Cloud gazing or star gazing?

"Clouds." Saeran's answer was swift and firm. "When I was a child, all I wanted to do was watch the clouds roll by in a clear, free sky. I can do that whenever I want now. But I also like debating the shape of the cloud. I think it's interesting that different people can see so many different things in the same cloud!"

48) A walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

"I... have to go with park." Saeran scratched his cheek shyly. "I prefer to be among trees and flowers. But perhaps more importantly..." His gaze flickered to the side, as if he were too embarrassed to make eye contact. "I need to work on my swimming before I will feel comfortable at the beach. Just in case."

49) Hand kisses or nose kisses?

At once, a deep scarlet flush blossomed on Saeran's nose and cheeks. "I. Um. When we were young and our mother would get in her... moods, Saeyoung told me that our freckles were beautiful. He said freckles were kisses from angels. That's why they appeared more on him than on me, because angels could only give extra kisses if we were outside in sunlight. Back then it was a story, but I can make it true. Because every time my love kisses my nose..." He lifted his hand and coughed slightly, as if trying to shield his increasingly red face. "Then I know my freckles really are kisses from an angel."

[agedre]

Hello! I want to get fun gear for my dreaming but 1. My parents will judge me and 2. I can’t find anything I like at Dollar Tree. Any tips for what to do about either of those? 🚀🧸⭐️🌈🖍️

hello! i hope you don’t mind my answering this publicly, i figure other people could potentially add some other tips!!

🌙 try getting something more discreet! plushies are typically a good option since they can be for everyone of all ages! there are also things like adult coloring books and stim toys! also, try using little themed items like colored socks, baby lotion, and

🌙 look at online shops! amazon typically has cheap stuff if you can get it or have prime! if not, there are other shops like etsy and such that sell cute stuffed animals, clothes, books and etc for cheap!

🌙 if you can’t find anything online or are unable to make online purchases, rather than dollar tree you could go to stores like five below or cheaper places in the mall if you have one near you! you should be able to find cheap and discreet childlike items to help with your dreaming, like cute journals and stationary, books, plushies, games and stim toys, and such.

🌙 if you manage to find things like pacifiers and obvious child items that you like and are able to buy, i’d suggest keeping only one or two of them and hiding them in things like your pillowcase or a shoebox! that way you can use them discreetly without anyone finding them or questioning you.

i hope any of these help!! i’m honestly not sure what else i could suggest but if anyone else has any ideas to help this kiddo that would be amazing!!! i’m sorry you’re not able to dream freely and in peace, but one day you will, i promise!!! i’m wishing you the best of luck!!

[starrynightarchive]

from the fanfic writer ask game: ❤️ ✨️ 👻 🚀 💕🌻

hallooooooo

i have answered most of these in my previous posts so I'll just do the ones I haven't!

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

i genuinely don't have a favourite. i love all my fics for different reasons and they are very dear to me. my babies!!!

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

very. sometimes till i'm sick of it. then after a break I come back and read them again. my writing makes me happy!!! maybe it sounds like im full of myself but I read what i wrote and go woah. I wrote that????

[space-station-nursery]

You guys' blog always makes us super duper happy!! I wanted to say thank you for all that you do :]

It's wonderful that you both want to share something like this with the world, makes us happy to see blogs like yours !!! Love the content you put up & your theme is wonderful, too!!!

I hope you have a nice day!! No need to respond to this if you don't want to, just wanted to leave some positivity!!!

EEEEE THANK YOU !!!

All the positive messages are helping us both though clearing out people that shouldn't be interacting, and getting past being sick [i made myself sick, fd got sick cause his dad works at a school] I started this blog as a way to refresh my last experience with this stupid site [i was like 13, and i found things i shouldnt have] so now i get to heal with the love of my life and help everyone else with our experiences too!!

Thankies for your message Milk!! 🥛🍪 a cookie for you

[carsonian]

hey sweetheart 💗 because i'm struggling with writing at the moment, the answer to either of these would be a goldmine to me: 🔮 🚀

or, if you'd rather, this one is just my lil treat: 💌

Liv, darling! Thank you so much for the ask & the curiousity baby!

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

The only thing that I feel works for me is consuming a lot of good content. Whether it's reading fiction / non-fiction (non-fiction can be brilliant for new & different ideas), listening to an audiodrama that's well-written, watching a film or television series. . . anything that gets me excited about creating tends to bring me closer to wanting to write. I think the point is to keep your brain moving. Most people don't create ideas in a vacuum--we feed off of our surroundings, the things we consume, the brainworms that wriggle around in our heads. So: being more open to receiving and letting what inspires take root in you is crucial. And as for actually writing, I tend to write with shows or films in the background because the narrative progressing feeds into me being able to move with it. I don't know if that would work for you, but that's the only quick fix I've found for writer's block.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Already answered here! ❤️

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I don't know that I have favourites. I have things that are more natural to me—emotional maturity in SteveTony, crack fic, a more banter-y & even-keeled Steve, an emotionally steadier Tony. . . maybe 'getting back together'? I've written a few of those at this point. I mostly like writing them as competent people, and it's something I definitely enjoy reading too. So. Competence. . .? Plus I've recently fallen into an Alpha!Steve/Omega!Tony rabbit hole so I've got a hankering to revisit that. Uhhh. Alright.

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I'm so sorry to hear that you've been having a rough go of it with the pen, Liv. Hope your brain starts firing off soon so that we can enjoy your writing! Take care & thank you for the ask. You're a rockstawr!!

[jazzythursday]

🚀💕🦋🦈

Oooh hello! These are all so good!

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

It’s a mix? I start out with maybe a starting line or two that sparks the whole thing and usually some notes at the top. Usually there will end up being scraps of dialogue I want to include later and other references, and then I’ll write notes to myself as an outline but as I go? The truth is that my adhd brain hates thinking about certain things for too long unless I’m hyper focused (which happens too), so sometimes I’ll write half a scene, jump forwards or back, and then just fill it all in like that by which bits I’m able to think about the most in the moment.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

See, the answer is probably the 40k+ reveal wip sitting in my docs rn, because I’ve been working on it since April and so it’s my baby… but as for posted fics, it’s a cross between I Need to Leave (Please Stay) and When I Try to Find My Way.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

Wylan, for sure, because in terms of sab/soc characters he is MY BOY and I feel like I get him, or at least I relate to him very hard, so I end up pulling things from myself a lot more than I do writing other characters.

(Very very secretly the answer might actually be Kaz, but only from other peoples povs. He’s just so petty and full of sass and I love that)

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I’m going to say Inej, because so far I’ve just avoided writing her completely. I love her, but I feel like she’s just so nuanced and I haven’t had a Proper Think about her yet enough to do her justice.

Thanks! 💖💖💖

[phantom-hunter-calcharo]

Wanna meet my puppy? :D

*They hold up a baby Havoc Dreadmane, the puppy wagging its tail and enjoying the lift.*

What do you think I should name him? :D

-🩷🚀

"That puppy one day is going to grow up to murder you in your sleep." Calcharo answered coolly. "But if you insist on keeping it then Cerebrus."

[suprsingr]

if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3

A notification that isn't a porn bot or a scammer?? This is a very good day.

One random fact about me is that I own a pair of rhinestone high top sneakers. ✨ They're blindingly sparkly, so I only wear them on special occasions. Far superior to high heels, and they make me laugh.

Another random fact is that I love embroidery, and I've recently started making stuffed toys and things. I'm currently working on a piece for a display at my local library. It's a magical tree FROM SPACE. 🚀🛸

One more random fact is that I've had black Hemingway cats since I was a teenager. The one I have now is the baby daughter of my first black cat and my dearest love, Dahlia, or Dolly. Her name is Azalea and she has too many toes (in some people's wrong opinion - in reality, there can never be enough toe beans).

I will be tagging some people personally, but if you see this, please consider yourself tagged!