#📖.storytimes

[lpsotd]

fun fact i have a fake comic cat. my childhood best friend and i were huge collectors, though she was more into it than i was (richer family + generally more passionate abt it). i was obsessed with the comic cat (a youtuber i really loved had one and i thought it was the coolest lps to ever exist) but i'd thought it was rlly expensive n my parents refused to get me one so i was super sad abt my severe lack of comic cat

then comes my ninth birthday (i think it was my ninth?? time is weird for me sorry </3) n my best friend tells me she has a really special gift for me. i get excited bc she's always been a REALLY good gift-giver n i'm nine and like getting stuff. idk what i was expecting tbh, but it was NOT a whole-ass comic cat. i remember cradling it in my hands so gently like a wounded baby bird and almost crying bc i loved it so much. she didn't even wrap it, just pulled it out of her bag and handed it to me. when i asked her how much it cost n how long it took to save up for it she just looked at me a little weird and said "it was like twenty dollars on ebay". i was STUNNED bc again. i could've sworn it was super fucking expensive

later on i kinda caught on that it wasn't authentic bc of certain aspects of it (colours being slightly off, head not being as loose as i'd seen real ones' be, not made of the same material as other lps from that time), but honestly?? i genuinely could not care less. i named her justice and she's moved houses with me four times and is standing proud and happy with the rest of my most precious collection on my bookshelf. that friend and i don't talk anymore (nothing happened we just lost contact) but i have a lot of reminders of her presence in my life n justice is one of them

here's a pic of my lovely justice bc sorry i wanna share her with u <3 i love your blog a lot n i don't really have any other outlets for my lps-related insanity, you don't need to answer this ask if you don't want i just wanted to tell this story and share my dearest superhero kitty

she's not my favourite (that one would be christina the dachshund) but i adore her nonetheless

she's adorable ... thank you for sharing, this was very nice to read :3c

[timelesstheartist]

Can I make fanart? Sorry if u don't like this kinda stuff, but I made this for you :>

UM??? YESSS??!???

SHE’S BEAUTIFUL!!! TYSSM!!! You’re so sweet!! 💕💕💕

But to answer the question, yes!! Anyone is more than welcome to make fanart of my S/I or my ships! As long as there’s no nsfw or illegal stuff, please do!!

@i-ate-your-dog-srry

[ashsostrange]

i hope y’all like reading cz it’s storytime! 🗣️

lemme tell y’all ab the time i (allegedly) got two ppl onna hitlist when i was like 10 or 11

so in middle school (sixth grade i think it was) i stayed at this after school program cz my momma didn’t get off work til, like, four to five. we would eat snacks, talk shit, do hw, normal middle schooler stuff.

there was this one strange new-ish kid that just gave everyone weird vibes.. he was one of the class clowns, nd real disrespectful. he was also a lil mean so i didn’t really fw him. we gon call him jason.

one time, me n some other sixth graders were in a science classroom doing work and talking or wtv, and bro is sitting at a table by himself with a computer turned away from everyone. i’m talking those large black lab tables. i was w my friend (we gon call her lara) and she’s always been really pretty, so she was one of the girls all the guys would crush on.

including this nigga apparently.

atp, wbk that he wanted her cz he didn’t try to hide it. she js wasn’t interested 🤷‍♀️

me n lara were sitting across the room, minding our black ass business and jason started doing that thing with your eyebrows where you wiggle them up n down real fast in attempt to be “seductive.” he was smirking too. at lara.. from ACROSS THE ROOM!!

idk y.. but i came to the conclusion that bro was up to no good on that laptop. i had just learned how to check search history, so i walked my ass on over there unprovoked and pulled up his history. i cannot tell you what possessed me bc idk.

the last page he was on was youtube and ts said “sex”

like JUST sex.

i just gasp then look at him like he’s crazy and then eb starts walking over and looking while jason swears up and down it wasn’t him that looked that up. this other girl (we gon call her diana) was being loud as hell, basically indirectly snitching. the teacher that was watching us eventually caught on and came over. she was so pissed. she made us shut down all the computers and go down to the library 😭 she also said sumn ab not letting us use them again, but obv that wasn’t gna work. we needed them to do hw…

yk middle schoolers are EVIL.. so this one guy, (we gon call him ryan) and this diana were js dogging on jason’s ass like he wasn’t right there with his head hung in shame 🚶‍♀️i never liked those two. they were bullies frl

when jason’s mom came to get him, the teacher snitched ab his search history and that was the start of his villian origin story..

fast forward to idk when, i’m starting to hear that jason is gna shoot up the school and that he’s coming for ryan and diana first?? and at some point in time, he had stopped coming to school.. so we were all freaked tf out. he didn’t mention my name though, so i was like 🙆‍♀️💆‍♀️💁‍♀️ yes, i remain untouched!

n e way, word spread that bro was gna shoot up the school. nobody knew where it was coming from tho, like there was no source

i was sittin’ there like “damn, if everyone dies then it’s kinda my fault..” and diana gon agree w me.. like girl.

anyway nothing happened, thank gawd. me and jason had english class tg, but when he stopped coming to school, he never came back. my english teacher said that everyone was spreading nasty rumors about him so he had to transfer. she was like “poor kid”… GIRL.

i don’t know if he ever truly claimed to shoot up the school or if it was even him lookin up “sex” on the computer 😭 all of this is a mystery to me!

nobody ever found out that i was lowk the one that started this mess 🤫 i wasn’t “popular” unlike miss diana and ryan, so nobody was gna talk ab me. those mfs were real life bullies. this is y you be nice to everyone 🙃 there’s a reason i wasn’t a “target”

whew, anyway.

moral of the story: don’t fuck around and you won’t have to worry about finding out! 👍

[marlows-pkmnirl]

[A video. Press play?]

You see a clearing in the forest. It’s dark out, but there is a blazing campfire in the middle of the frame, with a green tent situated behind it. You can hear the rushing of a river somewhere nearby.

Vivi sits cross-legged to the side of the fire, an egg incubator in her lap. Laying next to her, ears trained towards the dark forest, is Prancer the Sawsbuck. Sandwich the Krookodile lounges perhaps a bit too close to the fire, basking in its warmth. Twiggy the Emolga is not in the frame, but an un-acknowledged rustle in the undergrowth shows that he’s nearby.

Vivi gently scratches Prancer’s side, then calls “Story time!” Twiggy glides into frame, landing in front of Vivi and chittering excitedly. Sandwich glances over, but remains where she is.

“There once was a Lillipup who lived in a Pokemon shelter.”

Twiggy looks towards the camera, and Vivi pauses. There is a series of chirps and beeps from (behind?) the camera, which Twiggy seems to understand. He looks back to Vivi, and she continues her story.

“She had lived there ever since she was born. She lived with her mom, her brothers and sisters, and many other Pokemon. But she was different from most of them.”

“Her brothers and sisters were happy to nap and lounge around and then play sometimes. But not this Lillipup. She liked to run. She would run and run and run until her little legs couldn’t hold her up anymore.”

Twiggy dashes around the campfire a few times, only showing up as a blur on the screen. He skids to a stop in front of Vivi, who smiles and continues.

“Her siblings couldn’t keep up, and neither could her mother or even the humans who helped them. The only one who could keep up was a Blitzle who also lived at the shelter.”

Twiggy looks to Prancer and chitters at him, but Prancer only huffs in response, turning his head away. Twiggy’s ears droop.

“It’s okay Iggy, I don’t think you really need another actor yet.” Twiggy continues pouting, but then takes another couple of laps around the fire to feel better. He seems to consider for a moment, then tries wagging his tail like a Lillipup. Vivi giggles.

“The Lillipup and the Blitzle ran together every day. They were both happy. But then, things started to change. One day, the Lillipup went outside to run and she couldn’t find the Blitzle anywhere. Then, she went back inside and saw him with a trainer. He was getting adopted! The Lillipup knew that he would be happy with his new trainer, but she wondered what she would do now that he was gone.”

“She kept running, but now, she was by herself. It wasn’t as fun, but she kept doing it anyway, because it made her happy. Sometimes she played with her brothers and sisters, but they didn’t usually like the same games that she did, so most of the time she ran. But days went by, and one of her siblings got adopted. Then another, and another. Soon, it was just the Lillipup and her mother, but then, even her mother got adopted, and she was all alone.”

Twiggy walks a few paces away from the group, then sits and droops his tail and ears. He makes a sad little noise, then looks up to Vivi for the rest of the story.

“The Lillipup was sad, even when she ran, so she stopped running. She napped all day, and wondered if she would be adopted too.”

Twiggy lays down, still making excessively droopy expressions.

“But! One day, someone different came in to the shelter. She talked to the other humans, saw the Lillipup, and then went outside. The Lillipup didn’t even notice, not until one of her caretakers took her outside. Then, she saw the lady running, as fast as she could.”

Twiggy gets up and goes over to Sandwich, tugging on her claws and chittering. She begrudgingly stands and walks a lap around the fire.

“The Lillipup let out a joyful yip and dashed along with her.”

The little Emolga makes a triumphant-sounding squeal and dashes around the fire a few more times, then runs laps around Sandwich just for fun.

“The Lillipup had finally found someone who could keep up with her! And this time, she wouldn’t ever leave. The lady took the Lillipup home and they lived happily ever after. The end!”

Twiggy lets out a happy trill and launches himself into Vivi’s arms, almost knocking the incubator over.

“Woah buddy, careful with the baby!” Vivi gently sets the incubator down by Prancer, then scratches Twiggy’s head. “So you liked that story, huh? I thought you would.”

Twiggy trills happily, and Vivi smiles, looking content. She readjusts the incubator and leans against Prancer, Twiggy curling up in her lap. Sandwich settles herself in front of Vivi, though with a notable distance from both Prancer and the egg.

Vivi looks up at the stars, laying her head on Prancer’s back. She sighs, seeming quite content.

She looks up towards the camera. “Hey, Buzz, could you- Wait are you rec-?” The video ends.

[decayedgender]

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[deansbeer]

where the waves rest easy ⎯⎯ DEAN WINCHESTER.

⎯⎯ you and dean take the kids to the beach, where he opens up about his past, his love for you, and the life you've built together after leaving hunting behind.

♡ KARI YAPS! @deanswidow also contributed a tiny lil idea 4 this so dedicating this 2 her <3 ur dean's babygirl bc it felt right 🤍 love u pooks !!!!!

♡ WARNING(S) fluff | angst | family bonding | mentions of past violence | major character death (pls dont hate me I’ll cry) | grief. mdni ♱ 18 plus. adult content.

📖 JACKLES library.

IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE DEAN QUIT HUNTING.

two years since he put the colt and his sawed-off shotgun away for good. since he walked away from the life that had defined him for so long. since he said goodbye to the monsters, the blood, and the constant weight of death hanging over him.

two years since sam died.

god, you still catch him looking at the horizon sometimes, his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists like he's bracing himself for something—like he's expecting the next apocalypse to come knocking at your front door. but it never does.

because dean walked away.

he walked away for you. for your family. for SAMMY, the little boy with his brother's name and his father's stubbornness. for JEMMA, the baby girl who's only been on this earth eight months and already has DEAN WINCHESTER wrapped around her tiny fingers. he walked away because he couldn't do it anymore—because burying his brother nearly killed him, and he knew if he didn't stop, he'd be burying you next. or the kids. or himself.

and you know sam would've wanted this for him. he would've wanted dean to have what they'd always dreamed about when they were kids: a home, a family, a life that wasn't overshadowed by death and duty.

so dean quit.

he got a job as a firefighter, of all things—because of course he did. being a firefighter lets him save people without the baggage of what came with hunting. it's hard work, but it's honest work, and it keeps his hands busy. it keeps his mind busy, too, most of the time. and you? you're a kindergarten teacher, which means your days are filled with crayons, storytime, and glue-sticked chaos.

it's not the life he ever thought he'd have—hell, it's not the life he ever thought he deserved—but he loves it. he loves you. he loves his kids. and even on the hard days, when the itch to hunt creeps up on him, or when he sees something on the news that makes his instincts scream at him to grab his gun, he reminds himself why he stopped. why he has to stay.

because this is worth it.

you and the kids are worth it.

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it's a friday when DEAN suggests going to the beach.

you both decided to take a day off—something rare, since your lives are usually so busy between work and the kids. but today, the sun is shining, the weather's perfect, and dean woke up with that lopsided grin you love so much, the one that makes him look ten years younger.

"whaddya think?" he asks as he pours you a cup of coffee, jemma balanced on his hip like she's always belonged there. "a beach day? sammy's been talking about it all week, and i think the squirt here could use her first dip in the ocean, don't you?"

you laugh, taking the coffee from him and leaning up to kiss his cheek. "sounds perfect."

so you pack up BABY with towels, sunscreen, a cooler full of snacks, and all the other million things you need when you have two kids under three. sammy's bouncing with excitement the entire drive, and jemma babbles happily from her car seat, her chubby hands reaching for DEAN every time he glances back to check on her. what a daddy's girl.

when you finally get to the beach, the first thing you notice is how peaceful it is. it's not too crowded—just a few families scattered along the sand, kids building castles and couples lounging under umbrellas.

and you can tell the moment DEAN steps onto the sand that this place means something to him.

you've been here before, of course—this is where he proposed to you. but there's something about the way he looks at the water, the way he takes a deep breath like he's letting go of something heavy, that makes you realize just how much this spot actually means to him.

"you okay, baby?" you ask softly, slipping your hand into his.

he turns to you, and for a moment, the smile he gives you is so FULL of love it makes your chest ache. "yeah, sweetheart," he says. "just… this place. it kinda reminds me why i'm here, y'know?"

you nod, squeezing his hand. and then sammy tugs on his leg, demanding to go play in the water, and DEAN laughs, scooping him up and spinning him around before setting him down and chasing after him.

you watch them run toward the waves, and your heart feels so full it might burst.

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a little while later, you're walking along the shore with him, jemma cradled in his arms. sammy's still splashing in the water, his laughter carried on the breeze, and you can't help but smile as you watch him. he really is a miniature version of DEAN—same green eyes, same freckles, same mischievous grin.

"he's got your stubbornness, too," you say, nudging DEAN with your shoulder.

he chuckles. "yeah, well, he gets that from both of us, sweetheart. don't kid yourself."

you laugh, leaning your head against his bicep as you walk. the sand is warm beneath your feet, the waves lapping gently at the shore, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.

"you remember why i proposed to you here?" he asks suddenly, his voice soft.

you look up at him, surprised. "of course i do. but i wouldn't mind hearing it again."

he smiles, his eyes distant for a moment as he looks out at the water. "it was right after we found out sammy was on the way," he says. "i was scared out of my fucking mind, if i'm being honest. not about you—about being a dad. about screwing it all up. but then we came here, and you were sitting right there"—he nods toward a spot near the water—"and you just looked so… happy. like you weren't worried about anything. and i realized that if i was gonna do this—if i was gonna have a family, a real life—it had to be with you. because you make everything better, y'know? even when it's scary. especially when it's scary."

his voice cracks a little at the end, and you blink back tears, reaching up to cup his face. "baby…"

"i mean it," he says, his voice rough. "you saved me, sweetheart. you and the kids—you're the reason i'm still here. the reason i didn't just… give up after sam."

you kiss him then, pouring everything you feel into it. he kisses you back, jemma squirming a little between you but not enough to break the moment.

when you finally pull away, you're both smiling, and for the first time in a long time, you see nothing but peace in his eyes.

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the rest of the day is spent soaking up the sun, building sandcastles, and chasing sammy around the beach. DEAN lets him bury him in the sand at one point, laughing as both SAMMY and JEMMA work together to pile sand on top of him.

"i think they're plotting against me," he says, grinning up at you from his sandy grave.

"probably," you reply, laughing as jemma pats a handful of sand onto his chest.

as the sun starts to set, dean takes both kids down to the water to look for crabs. sammy's eyes light up every time he spots one, and jemma claps her hands excitedly, even though you're pretty sure she doesn't know what's going on.

you watch them from a distance, your hand resting on your stomach. it's still early—you haven't told DEAN yet—but you know he'll be just as thrilled as you are when he finds out you're expecting again.

watching him with SAMMY and JEMMA, seeing the way he lights up around them, there's no doubt in your mind that he was meant to be a dad.

and as you sit there, watching the man you love with the family you've built together, you realize that this is what happiness looks like.

it's not perfect—it's messy and chaotic and sometimes downright exhausting—but it's yours.

and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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later that night, after the kids are asleep and the house is quiet, DEAN pulls you into his arms.

"thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible in the darkness.

"for what?" you ask, resting your head against his chest.

"for this," he says, his hand moving to rest over your stomach. "for giving me a reason to keep going. for giving me a family."

you smile, tears pricking at your eyes again. "you don't have to thank me for that, my love. you've given me just as much."

he presses a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. and as you drift off to sleep, you can't help but think about how far you've both come—how far he's come.

because DEAN WINCHESTER may have walked away from hunting, but he's still a hero.

he's YOUR hero.

and he always will be.

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[kndergartener]

little storytime 📖🤍

[steddieas-shegoes]

fairy porn crisis

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'bookstore au' wc: 964 rated m cw: dirty talk, implied sexual content tags: bookshop owner eddie, steve is having a sexuality crisis but subtly, flirting, getting together, modern au

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"Thanks for covering for me, Wayne," Eddie said as he set his bag down behind the front desk, slightly out of breath from running from the bus. "Won't happen again."

"'S alright, son. Everything go okay with the counselor?" Wayne sipped from his mug, probably his fourth or fifth cup of coffee since he opened the shop that morning.

"Yep. Still on track to graduate in May."

Wayne's stipulation when he "sold" the bookshop to Eddie was that he still get his degree as backup. "Bookselling is a dangerous game and I won't have ya strugglin' if somethin' fails."

"Thatta boy," Wayne clapped him on the shoulder. "Been a slow morning. But your favorite customer is in the back."

Eddie felt his face heat up.

"He's not my favorite."

"Sure he isn't." Wayne rolled his eyes. "I'm off to get a beer with Dave. Call if you need me."

Eddie gave him a thumbs up as he checked over his emails, the one thing Wayne was terrible about doing when he was covering the store. There weren't many, never really were on Tuesdays.

He waited for Wayne to leave, the door chiming with his exit.

He jumped up and made his way around the counter, walking towards the back room hastily.

He found Steve sitting on the beanbag placed in the corner, book in his lap, face bright red.

Eddie squinted until he could see what book he was reading and nearly passed out.

His Ring was the first book in a series focused entirely on a group of queer mythical creatures. It was the only book of the series Eddie had read, and he'd only admit it under risk of death.

It wasn't that it wasn't good. It's just that it was basically porn.

And this one in particular focused on two male fairies, one who was gay and one who spent the entire first half of the book having a bisexuality crisis.

Steve was reading it with the prettiest blush on his face.

Steve, who up until this moment, passed as the straightest human being Eddie had ever met.

"Have you gotten to the part where Ereldi has to sit on Brelend's lap for an entire dinner?" Eddie asked.

Steve jumped and slammed the book closed, pushing it under his legs as if Eddie hadn't already called him out. "What are you talking about?"

"Stevie, I'm the last person to judge your reading habits. But I do have to ask why the sudden interest in queer fairy porn? You're usually reading sports memoirs and doing word searches."

In other words, 'are you interested in testing out your sexuality with me? I can pretend to be a mythical being if needed.'

"Just needed a change of scenery?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

Steve's blush deepened, and fuck, Eddie was about to be so unprofessional. Hopefully he wouldn't lose a customer over it, but it was a risk he had to take.

It's just that sometimes Eddie could swear Steve was watching him while he shelved books or swept the front room floors. And sometimes he caught him staring at him during his weekly storytime for kids where he gave out free books and cookies.

And Eddie always wanted to have Steve in his lap.

So.

"I." Steve refused to make eye contact, a sure sign that something was going on. "I just got curious. Heard someone talking about it and wanted to see if they were telling the truth."

"And were they?"

Steve didn't answer, so Eddie decided it was now or never.

"You know," he took a few steps closer to Steve. "I'm not usually one for those books. But there's something about the way they paint a very clear picture of how Ereldi rides Brelend in the forest that just draws me in." Another few steps. "Actually, Ereldi reminds me a bit of you."

Steve visibly gulped.

"But you wouldn't be interested in riding someone would you, Stevie? Prefer women to hop onto your lap and go for a ride?" Eddie's heart was racing.

And then it stopped completely when Steve gave the most unexpected answer he could have possibly given.

"I'd be interested in riding you."

Steve's wide eyes stared back at Eddie, daring him to make a joke, daring him to laugh.

Eddie wouldn't joke or laugh about this. He wasn't wasting this chance.

"Is the forest a requirement or could I go lock the front door and take you upstairs?"

Okay, so he couldn't not make a little joke.

"Forest sounds messy. Upstairs."

"Oh, I plan to make a mess of you regardless of location, sweetheart," Eddie leaned over Steve, foreheads touching, smirk growing as Steve's eyes closed. "Won't even have to get you hard, huh? The book did all the work for me."

Steve tilted his head back, lips puckering, searching for contact from Eddie's.

Eddie pulled away. "I close up in ten. You know the way upstairs?"

Steve's eyes blinked open as he nodded.

God, he was gonna be fun.

"You wanna be a good boy and wait for me up there?" Steve nodded and stood from the chair, wobbling slightly as he tried to gain his balance. "I want you naked in bed when I get up there, got it?"

"Um, I've never-" Steve started.

"Oh, sweetheart. I know. It's written all over you. I'm gonna take real good care of you, though. Better than anything you would read in that book."

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, sugar?"

"I really like you."

Eddie heard what he wasn't saying, knew without a doubt that he had to do this right or risk scaring him away from more than just the store.

"I really like you, too, Stevie." Eddie kissed his cheek. "You're in good hands."

"I know."

[joyfuladorable]

Late night storytime with the turtle tots 📖🌙💤

[sapphickittykenz]

STORYTIME 📖

Hi lovely people! 🩷😙

I've been instructed by my Mommy (@themistressdomme ) to recall the events that occurred last night when we had a gaming session over the phone.. 🙈

So, I'm gonna do as told, and share the story....

It started off as any other time when we gamed together on call. Most of the time I'm in charge of choosing what games we play on Roblox, since Mommy can never decide what she wants to play! 🙄 First we played an obby which she sucked so poorly at, so eventually I told her we could play something else since she kept losing so badly! 🤭 During that game I teased her endlessly, I knew at some point I'd pay for it. Mommy even reminded me herself, and gave me a fair amount of warnings which I completely ignored.....bad mistake!

So blah blah blah, we started playing bloxy bingo, and Mommy kept teasing me endlessly! She picked up on the teasing when we were getting ready to end the call! Obviously, as any innocent little sub would, I got excited from all the constant teasing. You can't blame me! 🙈 Mommy knew I was getting excited, but she pretended to be clueless, saying she didn't know what I meant, and that I had to ask specifically for every little thing I wanted. So, eventually.. I told her that I was excited. She asked me what I wanted to do about it...and made me say in detail what I wanted to do to myself. 🙈🙈 I told her that I wanted to finger myself... and when she asked how many fingers I said 3. 😵‍💫 KEEP IN MIND THE ENTIRE TIME IM BEING LAUGHED AT AND TEASED BY MY EVILY SADISTIC MOMMY!!!

So, I was pushing for her to get off the phone with me, since I was so greedy and eager to touch myself! 🙈 I got so needy to where I just started touching myself whilst Mommy was still on the call! I tried to hold my moans to avoid the teasing that would spark once she heard them. Mommy knew this, but once little whines and whimpers started to escape I eventually gave up trying to keep quiet. 🙈🥴 With Mommy's encouragement and constant teasing, I came two times from my fingers! After the first ones, mommy made me spank my kitty 10 times while counting them out loud. I didn't think I could cum anymore since I was already so sensitive, but Mommy told me to keep going, and that she thought I had more to give her..

Bad girls don't get to decide when they're done cumming, Mommy says. So, I had to keep fingering myself while rubbing my clit when I was already extremely sensitive! I was a moaning mess, and I couldn't keep quiet at all! Not that I wanted to.. 🤭 I apologized to Mommy for my bratty behavior repeatedly, and begged for mercy...although she just laughed at me and told me to continue. 😵‍💫 I got so close again, but Mommy made me wait. Told me to count down from 20 and then I'd be able to cum. So of course I followed the rules...for once. After that, I came super hard for the 4th time, and I was left in a puddle of my own excitement, unable to give Mommy any other response besides 'mhmm'. It was a while before I was able to walk, or even close my legs, since I was so sensitive and overstimulated.

I guess you can say I learned my lesson... Maybe 🤭

That's my storytime! 😌 Hopefully I didn't leave out any important details...

[dehydrated-for-donghae]

Masterlist

GIFset here

all fics are now cross-posted on ao3

I write Super Junior x female reader, usually in second person.

I'm pretending it's 2009 again and we're using the citrus scale:

🍊: SFW | 🍋‍🟩: M | 🍋: NSFW | 🍇: NSFW+ there is no grapefruit emoji so we improvise

🍤: porn without plot | 📖: storytime | 🐑: fluff | 💢: angst

Stand Alone Fics

Lilacs (Donghae)🍊🐑 Only You (Donghae) 📖 part one 🍋‍🟩 | part two

Series

First Kisses with Super Junior 📖

Leeteuk 🍊🐑 | Heechul | Yesung 🍋‍🟩💢🐑💍| Shindong | Eunhyuk | Siwon | Donghae | Kyuhyun

Blind Dates 📖

Leeteuk | Heechul | Yesung | Shindong | Eunhyuk | Siwon | Donghae | Kyuhyun

Submissive Super Junior 🍋🍤

Anniversary (Donghae) 🍋 Jesus on a Leash (Siwon) 🍇

Super Junior Reverse Harem 🍋🍤

Massage Rock, Paper, Scissors

NSFW Alphabets 🍋🍤

Eunhyuk Donghae 🍋🐑

HEADCANONS

Aftercare with Super Junior Breaking Up with Super Junior Calling Them "Oppa" for the First Time Cooking with Super Junior 🐑 Dirty Talk with Super Junior 🍋 Dominating Super Junior Dry Humping with Super Junior Getting Bred by Super Junior Pet Names with Super Junior 🍋‍🟩/🍋 Spanking with Super Junior 🍋 Spanking Super Junior Spitting with Super Junior 🍋 Submitting to Super Junior Super Junior in Panties Talking Dirty with Super Junior 🍋

GIFset here

[lpsotd]

oh my god???? that's so ... yeah i'd be an angry child too ... the goose swallows the toy and it's somehow your fault ... insane.

todays littlest pet shop of the day is … duck #1374 !!

[timelesstheartist]

Right after the last website update came out, I got super excited and did a bunch of Cynthia sketches and I realized I never actually shared them

[ashsostrange]

y’all i got stories for days lemme tell you one rn 🧘‍♀️ it’s silly but i promise you’ve never heard anything like it before.

i’m taking forensics and ngl i never know what the hell is going on in that class! anyway, today we got assigned a group project nd tell me why i have to work with my sixth grade roblox opp. she did me sooooo bad nd i’ve been holding a grudge since 😒

so what happened was back in sixth grade, i was friends w this girl. let’s call her jamie. jamie introduced me to her cousin, otherwise known as my “roblox opp.” we’ll call her jada.

so one day me and my two other friends are playing murder mystery two having the time of our lives and then jada, jamie, their two cousins, this other girl from jada’s school, and some random online friend they know joins the game.

tell me why mfs got mad bc me and my other friends kept getting murderer and sheriff but these bitches didn’t even get ts onceee 😭😭 they turned it into a wholeeee big thing. like it isn’t my fault!! anyway they were feeling some typa way so we got into an argument. then jada’s online friend who i’ve never met or heard of b4 decided to try and scare me by telling me what school i go to 😒 ouuu i’m so scared. are you frl my nigga?? jamie went there too so if that random tried to blow ts up we were both goin down 🤭🤭

i ask jamie how this random robloxian knows what middle school i go to, nd she’s gna lie and say “she probably goes there too. idk” HOW DONT YOU KNOW?? that’s ya cousins friend. 🙎‍♀️

anyway few weeks later, i text jada and jamie’s OTHER cousin and he tells me that this random online mf IS NINETEEN YEARS OLD!?!???! so i’m heated as hell and i blow up on them. i knew i sensed top tier oppery. why would you tell a grown mf on the internet what school i go to??? why are you even friends w a 19 year old at age 11. wtv bro. tell me y jamie apologized and jada never did.. ermmm!

we agreed to stay friends bc i was such a sweetie but these mfs were petty as hell. every time i’d join their game they’d leave IMMEDIATELY. like, word?? 🥱 that’s how it is now? 🙎‍♀️🙎‍♀️

a lot of time passes n we all eventually stopped talking in the gc completely cuz we grew up and grew apart. anyway, it’s been like five years, who cares?? (me bc i never got my apology)

i never thought i’d see this girl in person but she just HAD to choose the same high school as me. my counselor j HAD to put us in the same forensics class 😢 and my teacher js HAD to sit us right next to each other. and he ABSOLUTELY HAD TO DOUBLE IT BY MAKING US WORK IN THE SAME GROUP 😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 WDF!!!

anyway it isn’t that deep at all, it’s j real awkward. like ik we’re both thinking ab that bloxy beef when we look at each other 🤷‍♀️

[thebettybook]

🍓 Strawbetty Storytime 📖

🎀 Just thinking about baking chocolate chip cookies with Miguel (both you and Miguel don’t have the patience or time to make them from scratch, so you buy pre-made cookie dough), while you’re hosting a movie night on a Friday and invited Peter B, Mayday, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Hobie, and Margo over to your and Miguel’s shared apartment (you and Miguel are in an established romantic relationship)

🎀 Somehow Miguel got early access to the new Barbie movie (Lyla probably pirated it for him lol) and you’re all watching that on his gigantic flat screen TV (or the 2099 equivalent of a flat screen TV)

🎀 OH and this movie night dress code is to wear pink, so everyone, including Miguel, is wearing pink. Miguel’s wearing a light pink dress shirt with a few buttons loose on his collar, hot-pink slacks, and hot-pink sunglasses (you got him to wear all of that after much convincing)

🎀 And even though we know that Miguel can be rough around the edges, he’s actually a great host and he’s so caring towards his guests (he keeps asking the Spider teens if they want more blankets or water, and has baby snacks for Mayday) :’)

🎀 Biweekly movie nights eventually become a regular thing at your and Miguel’s apartment and they’re officially now called “Spider-Fam Film Fridays”

[huggaboos]

Storytime Saturday! 📖

Here's a smol story of a little star, Twinkle!

The Little Star’s Big Adventure

Once upon a time, high up in the sky, there was a little star named Twinkle. Twinkle was the smallest star in the sky, but she shined as brightly as she could every night.

One evening, as the sun was setting, Twinkle noticed something. A tiny cloud was crying below her.

“Why are you sad?” Twinkle asked, twinkling closer.

Twinkle thought for a moment and smiled. “Don’t worry! I can help you find them.”

The little cloud sniffled. “I got lost and can’t find my way back to the other clouds.”

So Twinkle began to twinkle even brighter, lighting up the sky like a lantern. “Follow my light,” she said.

Finally, after floating past the tallest mountain, they found a big, fluffy cloud with many little clouds nestled together.

The little cloud floated along as Twinkle guided her across the sky. They passed by the moon, who gave them a sleepy smile as they flew on by.

“There they are!” The little cloud cheered. “Thank you, Twinkle!”

The end.

Twinkle felt happy and warm inside. She might have been small, but her kindness made her shine the brightest that night.

And from then on, every time the little cloud saw Twinkle in the sky, she gave her a little wave of mist.