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[epithet-beloved]

hihi um. i love the platonic sylvie imagines here,, could i request autistic sylvie hcs and/or sylvie with a reader his age whos special interest is also psychology…….

AUTISTIC SYLVIE THOUGHTS!

synopsis… Autistic traits Sylvie exhibits, and how he bonded with someone with a similar special interest!

ft. Sylvester “Sylvie” Ashling, Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)

tags… fluff, autism headcanon, i don't know anything about psychology save for basics oops

word count… 728

a/n… uhmmmm hiiii do you guys remember us… being an adult is difficult guys why do we do it. anyway. autism. i am not OFFICIALLY diagnosed myself (to which my friend immediately went "you were stimming so hard at the movie today bffr"), but i suspect i am and i also relate to sylvie so a good bit of this is projection ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lovingly, have you seen this kid?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It goes without saying that no one in Epithet Erased is neurotypical but we’re not here to discuss that today.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie was diagnosed fairly early in life, some amount of time before he jumped a few grades.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He doesn’t really like acknowledging his diagnosis.  Unfortunately, upon getting diagnosed, the most exposure he had to autism was his uncle, and characters that fit the "genius" stereotype on TV.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So, of course, Sylvie absorbed the pretentiousness from these sources trying to learn about himself.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Like, is it not just canon that he uses the “neurodivergent and a minor” excuse to everything online?

“Huh–?”  Molly blinks at Sylvie’s phone screen, opened on social media, but the way he chose to phrase the reply…  “Sylvie, I-I don’t think you should say that sort of thing!” “I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor.  This ‘adult’ is the one arguing with ME!”  Sylvie defends himself with a huff, missing the way Molly gives him a look that’s a mix between disappointment and disbelief. Isn’t Sylvie always the one saying he isn’t a kid?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie didn’t really have a lot of friends as a child, considering how he tends to act around others.  Pretentious and defensive – it’s hard to get through to the Sylvie that’s more vulnerable and actually nice.  He’s mostly in environments of predominantly neurotypical people, and he finds himself in conflict of whether he should mask or not.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He finds his stims embarrassing for example.  His most common ones are fiddling with and pushing up his glasses, pacing, talking to himself, and messing with his hair.  He also flaps his hands when excited but tries to stop himself from doing so, calling it ‘childish.’

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His biggest stim of all?  Playing with his yo-yo.  It’s also a comfort item.  When commuting places or even just needing to do something with his hands, he’ll find himself using his yo-yo.  He tries to say he wouldn’t die without it, but he’s definitely more tense if he can’t use it.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His special interests include psychology (duh) and epithets.  Things he can study.  However, he has a hyperfixation on card games that comes and goes when it feels like it.  Sylvie can be really distracted by games like Horizontal Pilot Command, so much that he can procrastinate on work, making him feel bad about it afterwards.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Meltdowns are “shamefully” common for Sylvie, and he needs a lot of time to ground himself.  He usually keeps to his room and uses his sheep to rest on or surround himself with.  The fluff is therapy sometimes.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So socially, Sylvie struggles, it’s true.  He knows it, but a little worm of denial in his head tries to say it’s because he’s superior to these people, or something like that.  So, meeting someone who's similar to him means the world.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie with low empathy, and a friend who has high empathy?  Dynamic duo.  Sylvie can wonder if he’s just a jerk due to his low empathy, and he can seek reassurance for it.  A friend can help him feel less like a terrible person.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His favourite joke is when someone asks him for something, he goes “no,” while doing exactly as asked.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvester meeting someone with a psychology special interest?  He’s in literal heaven.  Two little nerds keep talking about things that make even full grown adults feel dizzy listening to.

“Ah, like Pavlov,” you say with a nod when Sylvie finishes his study help suggestion.  The chocolate in hand is an incentive to finish the page you’re scouring through. Sylvie perks up.  “Well, yeah!  Behaviourism is really important in Pavlov’s theory.  The more a behaviour is repeated, the more it affects the mind.” “Mhm!  Although I do like B. F. Skinner’s suggestion too,” comes your reply, and Sylvie feels his jaw fall slack at the fact you even know his name.  “Stimulus first, then response, then reinforce that response.” “Exactly!”  Sylvie sits up, louder than you ever heard him.  The study session was quickly brushed aside in favour for now bringing up the founders of behaviourism.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie doesn’t know anyone else his age with his diagnosis, so it really opens his eyes being with you.  And, not to mention, he finally has a friend who really gets him.  Where would he be without you, eh?  Or, so he jokes, but you can tell he’s serious.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Sleeping in the mansion somewhere else, beside your room, can be a lottery.

You could wake up to...

🐯 Atsushi, in his tiger form, curled around you.

📒 Kunikida, mumbling about being irresponsible sleeper, while tucking you in.

🩺 Yosano taking care of your nails, giving you a hand massage.

🌨️ Junchirou using his ability, making you think, that you are sleeping in a cloud.

👩🏻 Naomi, preparing you a cup of your favorite beverage.

🍵 Kirako gushing over cat videos.

🛏️ Katai, putting his futon around you.

🐄 Kenji carrying you to your room.

🐰 Kyouka, offering you crêpes.

🕵🏻 Ranpo using you as a table for his snacks and a cuddle-pillow at the same time.

👘🗡️ Fukuzawa playing with your hands.

🦀🪢 Dazai plopping down on you, wanting cuddles.

💉 Mori, trying to take your measurements for your new piece of clothes.

🍷 Chuuya hugging you, while complaining to Dazai at the same time.

🌂 Kouyou quietly reading to herself.

🇫🇷 Verlaine letting you use his lap as a pillow.

🎧 Rimbaud using his ability to make sure you stay in a safe and quiet place.

🚩 Flags having a competition, of who can put the most blankets on top of you.

🧥 Akutagawa guarding you. And trying to put your hand on top of his head and get pets.

🔫 Higuchi trying to put accessories on you.

🚬 Hirotsu quietly talking about last big news.

🔪 Gin planning your next together time with Ryunosuke and her.

🩹🧲 Tachihara trying to sneakily hug you.

🍰 Elise drawing you a picture.

💎 Karma quietly thanking you for being the reason why Fyodor spared him.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku building a pillow fort around you.

🍋 Kajii complaining to the fake scientific videos.

🍛 Oda petting your hair.

💰 Fitzgerald making another list of what to give you as a present.

🦝 Poe writing his next novel, with Karl snuggling with you.

🐋 Melville reading a newspaper.

🐙 Lovecraft making a hammock for you out of his tentacles.

🍇 Steinbeck watching a movie.

☕ In Annie's room, with Lucy discussing Atsushi with Annie.

🪶 Alcott leaving you a cup of coffee.

👒 Mitchell using her ability to make slight wind to keep air cool.

♊ Twain writing his book, discussing it with Huck and Tom.

✝️ Hawthorne going through library books and unintentionally making a book fort around you.

😷 Pushkin eating something, leaving an extra serving for you.

🫖 Goncharov making a whole meal for you.

🐀 Fyodor playing with your hair. Will always happen, if you sleep somewhere else, beside your room.

🦇 Bram trying to quietly ask you, how to use Internet.

🤡 Nikolai snuggling to you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

🃏 Sigma playing cards with himself.

⚔️ Fukuchi enjoying some alcohol.

👧👩👵 Teruko, giving commands to other Hunting Dogs, then putting a blanket over you, as an apology for waking you up.

💧 Jounou using you as a pillow.

🌸 Tetchou trying to feed you, while you are still sleepy. Will cuddle with you as an apology.

⛩️ Taneda playing checkers against himself.

💻 Ango doing some work and downloading something for you to watch/play.

🥷 Tsujimura writing a review about last spy movie she saw.

🕶️ Ayatsuji and his cats snuggling to you.

👻 Mushitarou mumbling about Ranpo and not letting him using you s a snack table.

⌚ André Gide silently guarding the room you are in.

🐉🍎🍏 Shibusawa making a catalog of his ability collection from the basement.

🐈‍⬛ Natsume snuggling with you in a cat form.

🤖 Adam monitoring your breathing and heart rate.

👧🏻 Aya reading mystery novels and trying to guess who is guilty.

🚸 Kousuke, Yuu, Katsumi, Shinji and Sakura playing.

🐅 BEAST! Atsushi, in a tiger form, chuffing and rubbing his head against you.

🥋BEAST! Akutagawa glaring at everyone, who dares to came near you.

🕴️BEAST! Gin doing paperwork.

📖 BEAST! Oda writing his novel.

📝 BEAST! Dazai is trying to plop on you and cuddle before OG! Dazai can.

⛓️ BEAST! Chuuya carrying to your room.

🧑‍⚕️BEAST! Mori trying to keep others far from the room, trying to let you sleep in peace.

👩‍⚕️BEAST! Elise playing with Oda kids.

🌨️👿 BEAST! Kuyoka guarding the room, while staying in the corner.

[madschiavelique]

I saw your dating headcanons for BG3 guys and I loved it.

I hope it's okay to ask for Enver Gortash dating headcanons for fem s/o please, love that racoon man 🦝💕

omg thank u !! hell yea the racoon man!!!

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ pairing : gortash x fem!reader

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : none, absolute fluff, fem reader, no use of y/n

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 382

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

dating gortash means that his lap is your throne while he’s sitting on his. He doesn’t have a single shame about it, he wants to display how breathtaking his partner is to the eyes of the entire world, which means he has to have you at all time near him.

once you get your official throne by his sides though, he mourns the feeling of having you sitting on him, of his golden covered fingers combing through your hair as he distantly listens to whatever complaints has been brought forth to him today. But he knows that once you’re both out of the throne room, he’ll get just as much of you as he wishes.

It also means calling the most refined couturiers there are in all kingdoms to dress you. He could spend all day just admiring how each and every colour suits you, how the shapes and forms of the gowns that are made for you makes you look like a painting ready for the museum of his mind.

‘How could one become hotter when putting on more clothes ?’ is the question he keeps pondering as you try yet another gown. Don’t assume he simply fills your wardrobe, no : necklaces, earrings, he buys you the sweetest of sweets, employs the finest of cooks, instals the softest of sheets. It’s like living like a princess.

But when he can’t be by your side for whatever reasons, such as his duties depriving him from you, the world seems a lot duller. He spends a lot of time doing paperwork, endlessly sitting at his desk while somehow managing not to cover his fingers in ink.

He stays up till late at night to just make sure every paper is completed so that he can spend the rest of his time with you.

You come to see him when it’s so late, sitting on his lap again as he works, hugging him warmly and softly from your sleepiness as you mumble in his neck for him to come to bed.

He smiles, murmuring “not yet” as you groan and just remain like this. All tensions that he had from work before vanish from your touch and presence. He finishes writing another boring report before calling it a night and standing up from his desk while holding you to him, sleeping like a koala. He'll lay you on your shared bed, placing a soft kiss on your temple before preparing for the night.

[merakiui]

Please tell me you are gonna write a fic about that yard work floyb thought. I can't even man. Like maybe he's really good with your kid(s) and maybe be builds a playplace in the backyard for them. Maybe you have a pool and you just happen to be outside watching your kid(s) swim while you lay in your lounge chair in the sun in your best bikini while he's doin some work in the yard. The thoughts THE THOUGHTS 😫😫

That was too tasty of a thought and I NEED more please thank you i love you muah muah muah💋�� 💖💖

- 🦝 anon

It's the mama's boy to milf appreciator pipeline........ orz but omg I am so tempted to write a fic with those thoughts. My brain has been filled with nothing but Floyb lately. He reminds me of all of the things I adore about the summer season (and so it's only fitting he gets placed into so many summer plots). The idea of Floyd falling in love with a milf is so *chef's kiss*!!!!! He would be so obsessed with you and your body and the way you're just so tender and sweet to him and your kid(s)!!!

AAAAAA sunbathing in your cute swimsuit and he can't take his eyes off of you. He's supposed to be pulling weeds in your yard, but he can't help staring and imagining how soft you'd feel beneath him. It's over for him if you turn over on your stomach and ask him to put the sun lotion on you. <3

Maybe your kids are older (college-aged) and so they hardly visit their mama anymore, which makes it so lonely and quiet in your house. >_< Floyd who starts to visit even on his days off just to keep you company (and also spend more time with you)........ but then it's also endearing to imagine your kids love him so much they start seeing him as their father!!!

[devourers-of-god]

can you do the sally face cast with a s/o or friend thats usually very mean to everyone but has a soft spot for them

if you choose the s/o option dont do todd for obvious reasons

Hello I’m very bored so I figured I would answer old, VERY OLD inbox messages :3

**I decided to do the CAST being mean to everyone except you guys 😭**

BEFORE I START: I know the gang are not mean at all (except Travis let’s be honest) !! This is very much fiction, head canons ! <33

Sal: 🩵🫧🐁

- With other people he’s so dry and the most sarcastic person ever.

-Doesn’t hang out with a lot of friends because people annoy him more than anything.

- When you arrived at school, his few friends started to talk to you and slowly, but surely, you entered the group 🤭

- At first, Sal wasn’t interested in talking to you, he would be quite quiet and speak few sentences towards you.

- He would make harsh jokes to his friends (don’t worry his friends are not hurt by this weird love language of his) but weirdly, would skip you.

- One day, you and your friends decided to go ghost-hunting! It was your first time and you were stressed, you’ve never seen a spirit nor a ghost in your whole life.

- Sal noticed and decided to stay close to you and help you with the ghost stuff, by explaining that you won’t get hurt and he’s there.

- While he treated you nicely, he was an asshole to the others. This day he cared about your safety and yours only.

Larry: 🦝🤎🎨

- Larry would be harsh and secretive about his interests/personal life.

- Only Sal knew about his hobby, painting. The others won’t figure it out after a while.

- You moved in the apartments a week after school started. He would glance at you in the apartment’s hallways. Even though he thinks you’re cute.

- His friends invited you over at the cafeteria and started being friends with the gang.

- Larry wouldn’t interact much with you and spent his time mocking the group, but didn’t include you in the mockery.

- One day after school, everyone decided to hang out at the tree house after school. Hours had passed by and Sal, Ashley and Todd decided to leave, explained by it being the night. Larry invited you to stay, only if you wanted to of course.

- You accepted and Larry eventually warmed up to you during the night, he invited you into his sacred room and felt bold enough to present to you his interest, painting !

- Larry was very nice to you. Even when you fell asleep on his bean bag. He brought a blanket and put it over you, to keep you warm. He stayed up all night guarding over you in case of things that might happen.

Travis: ⚔️💛✝️

- Travis was already a bitch to everyone, it might be explained because he has no close friends, except at church.

- While in his daily round of bullying others in the school’s cafeteria, he spotted you alone in a corner.

- He found you mesmerizing and interesting. Perfect next victim of his bullying! Travis approached your table with confidence.

- You looked up at him with a smile. He got surprised and blurted out : “ WannaHangOutAfterSchool 😃”. You accepted and Travis left quickly to lock himself in the bathroom. He needed time to calm down alone.

- The last school’s bell finally rung, announcing the end of the day. Travis remembered that he was hanging out with YOU. Flustered, he waited for you at the front door and you showed up.

- He walked you home and kept making you laugh. You guys had a great time and your personalities matches well.

- Needless to say it was a great day for Travis. He saves your number on his secret phone and texted you all night.

Kicking my feet in the air twirling my hairKMFSOO

hope you enjoyed LOL after 2-3 years of not writing LOLLLLLL

[ghosty-writes-23]

Oneshots.

!Disclaimer!: Please be aware most if not all of my content is made for adults or 18+ people, there will be tags & warning at the start of each oneshot at the top, if you don't like it don't read it or ignore it.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot ❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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[seospicybin]

Hi hello I hope you're doing great

I don't know if you take requests or not but I can't stop thinking about Reader worshiping Chan like my man thinks he's not that attractive and doesn't understand when ppl say he's one of the sexiest man. So Reader does that somewhat cliché thing of dragging him in front of a mirror for him to say what he doesn't like about himself and then the reader shows him every details they find extremely sexy all that followed by a sweet passionate love making session. My man needs to receive some love and deserve to be worshipped.

Anyway I'd write that myself but I have no talent whatsoever and you're my favourite author on this entire site I only trust you to put this idea into words if you accept it of course.

But I'll also totally understand if you say no as you probably have a lot to do already. Either way I wish you a great summer and I hope both sides of your pillow are always cold.

Much love,

🦝

Hi, hello for sending ideas to my inbox and apology for taking this long to replying to your request. And do not worry about cliche, I live for that and we need a little cliche in our lives.

The only problem is I'm not good with drabbles so I hope this fits what you have in mind and don't ever say you're not talented, say that again and I'll come to knock some sense into you! Have a great day and enjoy this fluffy, sexy drabble x

ADMIRE. (s,f)

Bangchan x reader. 2,7k words

It's not just the way he sits at the end of the bed with his shoulders sagged. The absence of smiles on his face and the sighs he constantly lets out are enough signs that Chan is having a bad day.

As a girlfriend, you take it as your duty to make sure that he's alright first, and from there, you can find a way to make him feel better.

It's always best to approach him in the way you usually do, with a bright smile and warm hug. Climbing onto the bed and sitting behind him on the bed.

"Hi, beautiful man," you greet him as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, planting your chin on his shoulder.

He looks over and flashes you a weak smile, "Hi," he greets back.

You press a kiss on his lips, then on his neck next, catching the smell of his natural scent that you like so much.

"Hmm..." you delightfully hum.

"I like how you smell when you come home at night," you shamelessly admit with your nose still planted in his neck.

That is enough to elicit a soft laugh out of him, "of my sweat?"

You take another whiff of his scent and hum again, "Of you."

"Huh?" He turns his head at you with a questioning look on his face.

"Of everything nice and comfortable and safe and..." You get shy the more you list the things his natural scent offers.

He smiles at you with a kiss pressed on your hand, "I like coming home to you," he says.

You glide your hands down his arms and then slip them under his arms, resting your hands on his stomach, feeling the toned muscles against the sleeveless top he's wearing.

"But you don't seem like it," you tell him.

He clasps his hands with yours in front of him, "Yeah?"

You nuzzle your nose in his neck again and hum, "You've been so quiet, baby. Is something bothering you?"

He shakes his head and draws a breath, "Nothing it's just... I don't feel good about myself lately."

You frown at his answer while turning your head his way, "But why?"

He shakes his head again and refuses to answer you.

The way he reluctantly tells you the details makes you sadder and that only means he's not comfortable enough to share it with you. You can't help but feel that maybe you took part in making him feel this way.

"Do I make you feel that way?" You meekly ask.

"No, no, no," he hastily replies, and knowing that it's not enough to convince you, he brings your hand close to his mouth, then kisses it.

"It's not you, baby," he says again.

The more he tries to convince you, the more you feel uneasy about yourself.

"Then please tell me who or what made you feel this way?" You plead, giving him the puppy eyes that you know he can't resist.

He smiles with eyes closed and lets out a long breath, "it's me. I don't feel confident about myself," he finally answers.

You look at him and pout, "Channie!"

"What?" He awkwardly laughs.

"How are you not confident?" Your eyes widened in disbelief.

If there's one word to describe Chan, that word would be perfect. He has everything that a girl like you could've asked for, a great personality, intelligence, a decent human being, and all of that wrapped in an attractive package.

Hearing him say that he doesn't feel confident about himself baffled you so much. It doesn't feel real at all that you get speechless and can only blink your eyes while trying to process his words.

"Are you joking me, babe?" You ask again just in case he was being playful.

His head drops and keeps looking down at his lap, "it's nothing really, I just—"

"How are you not confident about yourself?" You're aware of how rude you are for cutting him off midsentence.

"Because I'm not that good. I'm not... beautiful," he sounds so little when he said that and you hated it to hear it.

There's nothing wrong to feel so insecure about oneself but to say that he's not beautiful when he is the most beautiful in your eyes.

Your hands loosen around him and he thinks you're disappointed in him that he holds on to you not to let him go, "don't go, stay," he says.

You pat the space on the bed, gesture him to scoot there, "Come and sit here!"

Not sure what you're trying to do but he obeys without a word, scoots a little to the right.

You kneel behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, "Now, look ahead!" You order him.

Slowly, he glances up and surprises to see the reflection of himself in the mirror with you in front of him.

"You see that? That's you and me," you tell him, looking at him through the mirror.

"And all I see is a man who's smart, hardworking, passionate, thoughtful, kind, and warm," you're speaking with a soft smile on your face.

"He can be a little reckless, a little hot-headed, a whole lot indecisive but that's because you're a libra," you playfully remark.

Then you tilt his head until his eyes meet yours, "despite all of that, you are beautiful to me," you murmur and lower your lips on his, locked in a rapturous kiss with one hand wrapped around his neck.

"Thank you," he mutters his gratitude with a sweet smile.

"And I'm not done yet," you tell him with a sly grin.

You sit down on the bed, hugging him from behind with your legs on each side of him, your arms crisscrossing around him.

"Time to talk about this sexy exterior," you announce with your hand softly rubbing his chest.

"Oh, no, please, I'm not sexy," he denies and gets embarrassed when you haven't even started yet.

"Shh!" You hushed him by covering his mouth with your hand.

Seeing his dimpled smile only encourages you to keep going because he's cute and hot when he's shy, still have no idea how he makes that possible.

"Should we start with this body?"

You lower your hand to his abdomen and pull the hem of his top to reveal his abs, "My goodness!" You hiss close to his ear.

You slip your hand under his top and feel his toned muscles with your fingertips while lowly whimpering into his ear.

"I want to have a bite of this white chocolate," you tell him, knowing that it's cheesy enough to amuse him.

"Can I? Can I have a bite, Channie?" You seductively ask.

He can't answer as he keeps giggling but keeping your hand inside his clothes.

"Let's take this off, mmh?" You ask into his ear.

He nods and raises his hands to let you take it off him, tosses it aside after. His pale skin glows even under the dim light and you like seeing your hands touching it while you're looking through the mirror.

"How do you not feel good about this body, baby?" You lowly ask.

"Because—"

You turn his head and hastily capture him in a kiss, not giving him a chance to answer or deny your words. You keep kissing him, parting your mouth open to let his tongue invade your mouth.

Your hands are freely roaming around his body, touching, feeling, and teasing the sensitive parts of his body with fluttering touches.

When you let go of his kiss, you continue by making a long trail of kisses from his neck. He lowly moans feeling your soft lips on his warm skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his shoulder.

He turns his head and your eyes meet, you smile at him as you lean in for another kiss, and a hand slips in his soft curls. You playfully nibble on his lips and gently tug at them, "mmh... these lips..." you hum.

You brush your lips over him back and forth and give him a long peck after.

"So full, so plump, so... kissable," you say with a dreamy sigh.

You place kisses all over his face while muttering little compliments at him with every few kisses.

"You're so gorgeous."

"So stunning!"

"Hella sexy!"

"One delicious man," you playfully remark and sloppily kiss him, "with a pair of juicy lips!"

Chan giggles again with his dimples sunken deep in his cheeks and you hold him close to absorb his happiness, doubling it back to him as you giggle along with him.

He puts his hand on your hand slung across his shoulder and squeezes it, "Thank you, baby."

"I'm not finished yet," you grumble at him.

Now his turn to be baffled, "You have something else to say to me?"

You nod with a sly grin plastered on your face, "I haven't haven't talked about this beautiful, big nose yet."

He holds in his laughter and leers at you, "Oh?"

"It's so perfect," you compliment right into his ear in a sultry voice.

Chan seems to disagree with it and silently scoffed at it, "Perfect, huh?"

As a punishment for not trusting your words, you gently bite his nose, then hurriedly kiss it to soothe the pain.

"So perfect," you assure once more.

"Got me thinking what it would be like sitting on this pretty nose," you purr into his ear.

That sends him giggling again and plants his face in his hands, flustered by what you said, his ears reddening as the proof of it.

"Don't be shy, Channie baby," you tease.

You hold his body close as it's shaking with laughter and you feel good that he's slowly forgetting about the things that bothered his mind earlier.

"It's your fault for being so hot, can't help but think of lewd things with you," you shamelessly admit and playfully bite on his ear shell.

He puts his hands on your legs, rubbing them up and down your thighs as he kisses you again in a passionate kiss that escalates things further.

"If words aren't enough to convince you, baby," you say against his lips.

You keep his head turned your way with your hand holding his chin, with a deep gaze into his eyes, you say, "I can show you."

The long moan you let out as you lower yourself on him is echoing in the room. With your eyes closed, enhancing the other senses to be more receptive to the pleasure you're feeling as his cock buried to the hilt inside you.

"Oh... my... goodness," you lowly moan.

After a moment of adjusting yourself, you look down and open your eyes to see him looking at you, eyes wide and heavy with lust.

"Can't get enough of this big cock, baby," you tell him while rubbing his chest with both hands.

"You're so perfect inside me," you sigh again and feel his cock twitches inside you.

"Mmh, yeah, you are perfect," you tell him, leaning down to kiss his open mouth.

You take his hands and put them up, resting them on each side of his head, clasping your hands together as you kiss him again, taking your time with him.

"Keep them here," you tell him.

"Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?" You trail his lower lip with your thumb before kissing it.

He nods when he finally registered your request and keeps his hands thrown around him.

You start by rolling your hips in circular motions, slowly as to feel his whole length inside you. You're doing it with your eyes fixated on his face, his jaws clenched and unclenched depending on the pleasure you brought on him.

"Feel that, baby? How your cock fill me whole?"

"Yeah..." he breathlessly answers then swallows air.

For this one night, you put your need aside and focus on how to make him feel good, you want to show him how much you like him, adore him, and admire him because he deserves to know.

You start pulsating your hips against him at a steady pace and moaning at how good it makes you feel, kissing him once in a while.

To give him more pleasure, you plant your feet against the mattress and drop your hands on his thighs as support, bouncing yourself up and down on his engorging cock, providing him more depth into you.

That seems to work to bring him close to his high, you change your pace and back to straddling him, "You're going to cum for me, right?"

He seems to be intoxicated in pleasure to be able to respond to you.

You grab his chin and ask him again, "You're going to cum for me, right, baby?"

He nods with his eyes clouded in lust and you keep going, keep moving to bring him closer to his high. With how good he feels inside you, it's not hard to get yourself close to your climax as well.

"That's right, baby," you coo.

"You're going to cum and fill me full with your love, yes?"

He grunts as you intensely clenched around him, "yes, yes," he hastily replies.

You pick up the pace and use all of your strength to keep moving, from his ragged breath and how his body is flushing red, you can tell he's on so close, on the brink of...

His hands gripping each side of your waist with his nails dug into the flesh, trying to slow you down when you know he wants you to keep going.

You slowly ride past his high while taking his hands and using them to touch you all over. He's grunting while you feel his hands all over you, using his hands to cup your breasts and kneading on them together with you.

His cock is twitching inside you and you stay still, taking all of him inside you.

A moment passed and you see him slowly gathering his senses. You decide to hover above him by propping a hand against the mattress and look at him, his half-shut eyes looking back at you.

You place a brief kiss on his lips then caress his cheek, "look at you..."

You land another quick kiss the continue speaking, "Letting me take care of you."

He pulls you into a hug with a long kiss on your temple, "oh, you made me feel so good," he murmurs.

You smile at him and land another soft caress on his face, "That's how much I adore you, baby."

He puts his arms around you and pulls you even closer.

"You're so beautiful to me," you whisper into his ear.

"Mmh..." he hums in response.

Not taking that as an answer, you look at him and stare into his eyes, "Want me to show you once again how much I meant my words?"

He laughs at your question and kisses you deeply, "I need time for that."

Chan puts all of your hair to the side and kisses you again, slowly, turning over on the bed to have you underneath him. You can see the glints in his eyes have returned as he gazes into you like your eyes hold the whole galaxy in them.

"I'm beautiful, I know," you confidently say.

He lets out a laugh and softly kisses you, "You are beautiful."

"And you are beautiful," you say back to him with your hands around his neck.

"And I love you," he says with a warm smile on his face that melts your insides in a second.

Not only that he's beautiful inside out, Chan always makes you feel beautiful even with the simplest gesture of tenderly caressing your cheek with his knuckle.

"And I love you too."

Because how can you not say those words back at him?

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Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

[aristotlecoyote]

Oh that's awesome, I was thinking something with pedro pascal x ftm reader where reader is also in media (any form of it you like) and pedro sees reader playing/holding one of his friends baby, he had always thought of starting a family but held back not knowing reader's reaction but he brings it up and reader reacts to it positively but is nervous. (And then if you want you can have like little time skips to show the progress and then they have the kid/s) you can totally ignore this if it made you uncomfortable or if you don't feel like writing it :)

-🦝(also can I be this anon if it's not already taken)

Here you go Raccoonon!

Pedro and baby make three Warnings: Pregnancy, children It was an uneventful interview. The questions were on topic. The interviewer was nice but she had her kid with her. You had never been that good with children but the little tot was fussing in their parent's arms so much that you offered to hold them. You knew this person well enough, you met them at every con, every red carpet, every event, they were there with their hard hitting questions.

“They have always been fussy.” The interviewer said handing the child to you with gentle hands. “Ever sine they were born.”

You chuckled as the kid started to settle on your lap. Playing with your necklace and microphone as they babbled through the questions with you.

“Quite the talker! Do you interview them at home?” You asked “Oh wait sorry. You are asking the questions here.”

The two of you laughed. The next question confused you but the little guy was quick to answer. You bounced them up and down on your knee, let them hold your finger as you tried to come up with something that didnt let any spoilers through the cracks.

But other then that, the interview went off without a hitch.

You stepped off the little set piece and through a door to your loving boyfriend, Pedro. He had been watching through a tiny window in the door and it looked like he was almost about to cry.

“What's wrong, babe?” You tilt your head to the side and watch him melt as he pulls you close.

“Nothing, just thinking about some stuff”

The “stuff” wasnt brought up until the two of you were safe at home. Away from the cameras, away from the questions.

“Have you...” Pedro turned away from you for a second, his face flushing. “Have you ever thought of having a kid?”

You are taken a back by the question. You hadn't but that was mostly because of you dysphoria clouding your view as you got into the spot light.

“Well, no I haven't” You hesitate “Why?”

Pedro shifted, he took your hand and squeezed “I was just watching that interview and you looked so happy entertaining that little guy. I just started thinking... Would you like to have a kid some day?”

“With you?” You asked. It earned you a nod as his brown eyes turn back to look into yours. “I think I would love a little Pedro running around.”

After that night, you and pedro tried and tried for a baby. You talked to doctors about safely going off your hormones and taking different ones that would help you concieve.

It took a few years but eventually you were hunched over the bathroom sink with two cups with pregnancy tests turn into them. You waited. You stared with bated breath hoping that maybe this time it would come back positive. Pedro was off on a shoot. You had taken time off from filming so the stress wouldn't hurt your chances but the stress of so many failed tests didn't seem to help either.

You buried your head in your hands as the timer clicked down. What if it was negative again? Its been two years, maybe you should just give up on the dream of having a child with Pedro because you couldn't handle the sad look in his eyes again.

Bling Bling Bling

Swiping the timer off, you take the first test out of its cup and shook the liquid off. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then turned it over and opened your eyes.

Positive!

In a rush of excitement you take the other one out. Its positive too.

“Ah. Oh my god!” You cheer into the empty apartment.

You wash your hands then dial Pedro for a video call.

He answers after a few rings. His tone soft as he tried to get the camera on his face. “Hey babe. We are kind of in the middle of a— Is that?”

All he could see the was positive test. He cheered “ARE YOU SERIOUS!”

He got shushed by everyone on the set. Pedro mouthed “Sorry” then rushed to leave the soundstage

“ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” he repeated.

“Yes! We're having a baby!”

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[pondslime]

what have I done (to deserve this)

bo sinclair x afab!reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4k

Bo POV. It’s the day before Valentine’s. Bo goes shopping at a bargain outlet. In true romcom fashion, you’re there too. 

Chance encounter meet-cute. Except it’s with the worst man this side of Baton Rouge. Sucks! But you get to make out with him! Hope that’s worth the incoming pain and misery, bestie!

Crossposted on AO3 here. 

Very self-indulgent and GOOFY. A heaping dose of humor and general dumbassery. Big warning for Bo being Bo. We’re in his head and he is, as always, so stupid. Reader does not have a car for porn reasons. That’s it. She’s a public transportation whore for roadhead purposes. She’s also kind of annoying. And a bratty bimbo. 

The title of this fic comes from the song “What Have I Done to Deserve This” by Pet Shop Boys. It’s just a jazzy lil 80′s track that I could 100% picture playing in a bargain outlet over shitty speakers. Bo’s on his Gen X shit.

I just wanted to write about Bo encountering a chick who immediately wanted to hoover him down. Ambiguous ending with some unsettling implications.

This fic is a birthday gift for @raccoonspooky​! 🦝💝👻 MWAH!!! I LUV U!!! HAPPY BDAY!!!! HAPPY BIRF!!! DAY!!!! HERE’S STUPID!!!! 4 U!!!

The bargain outlet stretches out in front of him, large yellow signs hanging from the warehouse ceiling. Sales down every aisle, 25% off on all kitchenware. Music blares out of loudspeakers, spitting out a song that Bo hasn’t heard since high school.

He’s thinking of his mother again.

Packed into the family car, bumping down the road to the department store. Just the two of them. Mama would tell him that it was because he couldn’t be left alone, that he wasn’t trusted like Vincent was—up at the big old house, drawing his pictures and staying out of the way.

Time seemed to drag on days like that, plodding along ungainly as Trudy slowly perused shelves. It always felt like he would be stuck there indefinitely, rotting away in front of the floral baking sets and printed potholders. When people congregated around the racks, Bo would reach up and grab her hand. Surrounded with onlookers, she’d let him hold onto it.

Sometimes they’d pass by the toy aisles, but she never gave them more than a passing glance. These trips weren’t for him, after all. Despite that, he looked forward to them with an odd giddiness.

Bo couldn’t be alone, but Vincent couldn’t get this.

Vincent didn’t get to watch himself reflected in the shining glass of the displays that their mother stopped at, tutting over bottles of perfume. He didn’t get to see the chrome and glossy mirrors, the array of beautiful women with long nails behind the counter tops. It wasn’t for him.

Bo would return home smug, carrying Mama’s bags. He always made sure to catch his brother’s eye.

Look. Pay attention. This is mine, it’s all mine. It isn’t yours.

He got in trouble one day. He couldn’t remember for what. Whatever it was, she got angry, and the trips stopped.

That department store had long since been razed. There weren’t a lot of things that stayed the same. Tradition was lost and paved over, turned into this.

Picking up a basket, he makes his way to the back of the store.

The hardware section is pitiful. It always is.

Tools are strewn everywhere, each one emblazoned with illegible clearance stickers. They never have the shit that he needs here. He sifts through the pile of haphazardly stacked tools, pulling a wrench out. It’s a twelve-inch, decent weight. He wraps his hand around it and knocks it against his palm. It’ll do.

On his way out of the aisle, he snatches up two rolls of duct tape and a pack of braided nylon rope.

There are some things you can never have too much of.

He cuts through the clothing department.

A store display looms overhead, announcing another sale. A woman pouts out of the ad, the heaving curve of her breasts spilling out of black lace. He feels something under his foot. Bending down, he plucks a bra off the ground. There’s a boot print across the front, dirt smeared across the polka dots.

“Good afternoon, shoppers!” A voice crackles over the intercom. “Two-for-one deals comin’ in hot this holiday season—”

Trudy would hate this place, with its messily stacked piles of clothes and the incessant beeping of the registers. That’s part of the reason he’s here.

“Um. Excuse me.”

“Huh?” He blinks, jerking his head up.

“Sorry, I just…” You look at him quizzically, your lips pursed. You’re holding a bra that looks identical to the one in his hands, sans dirt. “Need to get…uh. Behind you.”

“Yeah, of course.” He shuffles to the side. “Go on.”

He flicks through the rack, shoving the ruined bra unceremoniously to the back.

“You buying a bra?”

“Yeah.” He says absently. “For my sister.”

“…You’re buying your sister a bra?”

He turns to look at you. Wrenched away from the padded curve of the bras, he finally has a chance to assess you. Cute.

“Sister-in-law.” He amends.

Your brow scrunches in confusion and you nod slowly, fidgeting with the bra in your hands.

“I’m just messin’ with you.” He smiles.

“Okay.” You huff out a perplexed laugh.

He’s rummaging through the detergent when he sees you again.

“We just keep running into each other.” You remark.

“Seems like it.” Gesturing at the duct tape and utility gloves in his basket, he flashes you a smile. “Gotta get some stuff for work.”  

“You a plumber?”

“Uh, no.” He’s unable to hide the flicker of indignation that twitches his lip up into a sneer. “Mechanic.”

Your lips curves into an open-mouthed O and he glances down at your left hand. Finding your ring finger conspicuously bare, he files that away for later. It’s not like he gives a shit, but less collateral is less collateral.

“I run a station not far from here.”

“That’s cool.” You pick up a lint roller. “Well, nice to meet you.”

Bo finds you in the Valentine’s aisle. Or you find him. He can’t really tell.

“Are you followin’ me ‘round here, girl?” He shoots you a bemused smile. “You gonna tell me your name, stalkin’ me like this?”

“Maybe. What’s yours?”

“Bo.”

“You buying that for your sister-in-law too?” You nod towards the box of conversation hearts he’s holding. “Can’t imagine your brother likes that much.”

“Now, that’s where you’re wrong. We share everythin’.”

“Oh yeah?” You grab a box of chocolates off the shelf, placing it in your cart. “Seems messy.”

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“That depends.” You quip. “What’s your brother look like?”

He angles toward you, resting his hand on the shelf.

“We’re twins.”

Your eyebrows raise.

Couple months ago, he had one downstairs that kind of looked like you. Same hair color. He has a lock of it in one of the gas station drawers. Her ID’s in there too, but he doesn’t remember her name. He couldn’t place it at first, but that’s who you remind him of. Another version of you, maybe. You’ve got the prettier mouth, though.

“Surprised this one didn’t sell.” You pluck a card off the wire rack. A goose peers off of the paper, surrounded by hot pink lettering.

VALENTINE, WON’T YOU LET ME GET A GANDER…

You flip the card open. With a sigh, you hold it up so he can read it.

…AT THEM HONKERS.

“That’s a good one.” He nods appreciatively.

The food court is tucked into the corner of the store, a collection of neon signs and scuffed tables. The whole area smells gray, strings of cheap cheese and the lemony reek of industrial cleaner.

As he appraises the menu, he notices you at the drink fountain. When you turn, your eyes go wide.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” You exclaim.

“Huh.” He sighs. “Darlin’, you keep this up and I’ll have to call the cops.”

You open your mouth once, close it.

“You hungry?” He gestures toward the menu.

“You’re not from ‘round here, are ya’?”

“I’m just passing through.”

“Hmm.” He murmurs out his acknowledgment. “You should stick ‘round for a bit. Nothin’ like Mardi Gras in Baton Rouge. Family vacation?”

“No, it’s just me.”

He hides his laugh around a forced cough. Pinching at the bridge of his nose, he clears his throat.

“Sorry. Cigarettes.” He smiles at you. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout quittin’.”

You chew idly at your slice of pizza, your eyes drifting over his face. He arches a brow.

“You like what ya’ see?”

“I’m not sure.” Your lips twist into a smile. “I’m still trying to figure that out.”

You have a lot of damn nerve.

“You do this a lot?” He fixes you with a pointed look.

“What? Go shopping?” There’s something so hopelessly dumb about your expression. You’re blank and brainless, an assortment of curves and painted-on prettiness in front of him.

He imagines paddles whacking the careening Ping Pong ball of your thoughts across your brain. A thought misses the paddle, ricocheting off the side of the board. Game over. Fiddle with some buttons, start over. Another one comes to take its place, bopping uselessly in your skull.

He’s met enough of your type that it shouldn’t surprise him, but somehow it always does. Someone this stupid shouldn’t be allowed to wander too far. And yet, here you are, all by yourself. Just you and your flimsy hold on rational thinking, wandering around his state.

If he hadn’t have met you here, lord knows what trouble you would’ve gotten into. You’d probably have wandered out into the bayou. Blinking all pretty, getting stuck in the muck. Wrenching open a gator’s mouth and stepping into it just because you were curious how many teeth it had.

He’d pay good money to watch that.

“Don’tchu act all shy ‘bout this. You know what I’m askin’.” He tears the straw wrapper into tiny pieces, his gaze trailing down your neck and onto your breasts. “Ya’ make a habit of goin’ ‘round and propositionin’ men in stores?”

You choke out a laugh, your eyes going wide.

“I’m not propositioning you!”

“Whatchu doin’ eatin’ my pizza, then?”

“What am I…doing…” Your eyes twinkle with barely contained glee. You muffle a laugh around another bite of pizza. “…Eating…your pizza?”

“Yeah.” He leans back in the chair. “Ya’ seem pretty happy to be sittin’ right there. Eatin’ my pizza.”

“You’re very cute.” You wipe your mouth off with a napkin, staring pointedly at his hands.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Grabbing a slice of pizza, he takes a bite.

It’s awful. Grimacing, he manages to swallow it down. Glancing down at it in disgust, he lets it fall limply back into the box. It takes him a moment before he remembers to readjust his face into one of tranquility, winking over at you.

“You know what.” You deliberate for a second, your eyes darting to his lips. “I think I am propositioning you.”

“There’s a theater next to my shop.” He smirks. “You wanna catch a movie?”

“I don’t wanna interrupt your work.”

“I got all the time in the world, honey.” He winks. “Truck’s outside.”

“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” You rest your chin against your palm.

“Not yet.” He shakes his head. “Hardly know ya’ yet. That’d be jumpin’ the gun.”

“Alright. Fuck it.” You grin. “Let’s go.”

Standing in line at the register, he reaches into your cart and snatches out the box of chocolates.

“Hey!” You put your hands on your hips. “What are you…”

“Ya’ think I’m gonna make a girl buy her own chocolate? What I look like to you?”

You move to say something, your eyes glittering.

“If ya’ say plumber—” He gives you with a sharp look, narrowing his eyes. “I’ll tan your hide.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” You stage-whisper, loading up the belt with items.

“Goddamnit, girl. Let’s get you outta this fuckin’ store.”

Pulling down a side road, he parks the truck.

“Hand me that, would ya’, baby?”

Rustling in the bag, he pulls out the box of chocolates. Ripping the plastic off, he tugs the lid open. He takes a bite of one. Cheap, shitty chocolate. Puts it back in its slot. Picks up another one and takes another bite. Caramel, but it’s still—

“You wanna give me my chocolate back?” You tap on his arm.

“Sorry, darlin’. I bought it. It’s mine.” He smirks at you. “Maybe if ya’ ask all pretty, I’ll give ya’ one.”

Your mouth falls open in shock and you let out a frustrated huff.

“That’s not fair!” You exclaim. “You lied.”

“Lyin’? Nah. Just omittin’ some details, sugar. It’s how we do it down here in Louisi—”

You clamor into his lap, making a grab at the chocolate. Popping one in your mouth, you bug your eyes out at him.

“Bad girl.” He tosses the box onto the dashboard. Reaching up, he grabs your chin, pulling you closer.

You taste like chocolate when he kisses you, his hand slipping down your jaw to tighten around your neck. You hum happily into his mouth, your hands on his shoulders. He can feel your breath under his fingers, the pulsing hammer of your heartbeat against his palm.

You’re always so close to death, to all that red and heat underneath, and you don’t even notice. He could press down a little more, constrict your airflow. Make it hurt. You need that, don’t you? You don’t have any fuckin’ structure. Leave you with your throat burning, your eyes swollen with tears. Make you thank him for that.

“I don’t really do this.” You murmur against his lips.

“Whatchu doin’ right now, then?”

You laugh, a breathless little noise. He reaches back and gathers your hair together at the back of your head. When he tugs your head back, you gasp.

“How bad ya’ want it?”

“I—” Discomfort flashes over your face. “Wait, um. Hold on. This is really awkward, but—”

You readjust yourself in his lap and he drops his hand, watching as you reach under your shirt. Biting down on your bottom lip, the strap of your bra slips down your shoulder. Working it through the sleeves of your shirt, you blow out a huff of relief. Stretching your arms to extricate the loops, you tug it free, tossing it onto the floor of his truck.

You turn back to him with a bashful smile.

“Movin’ fast, girl.” 

"The wire's been digging into me all day.” You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder at your discarded bra. “I needed to get a new one, but—I got kinda distracted."

"And whose fault is that?"

You look at him curiously, as if his question is strange. You lean forward and flick at the brim of his cap, smiling.

"Well, yours, technically."

“Don’t see how that tracks.” He leans back onto the headrest. 

“You distracted me.” Your voice goes high-pitched and melodic, a sing-song lilt that makes his hand tighten into a fist at his side. 

He exhales, snorting out a laugh. 

“You know what?” 

“What?” You tilt your head, raising your brows.

“I changed my mind. I’m killin’ ya’.”

You blow a raspberry at him, rolling your eyes. 

“Not yet, c’mon.” You whine, dropping kisses down the bridge of his nose. “It’s like you said. We haven’t even gotten to know each other yet!”

“You’re tryin’ my fuckin’ patience, girl.” 

“Good.”

You’re a bratty fuckin’ thing. Untrained, not an ounce of discipline in you. You rock your hips against him, wetting your bottom lip. Tart and wild, a stubbornness coasting under your skin.  He wonders how long you’ll be able to hold onto all that sass. What he’ll have to do to make sure you lose it. He can’t wait to see you cry—you’ll taste sweeter then, curled up inside yourself.

What kind of fuckin’ coincidence. 

“Look at’chu.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“What’d you say? Take a picture, it’ll last longer?”

“Oh, don’tchu worry, baby. I will.” He grins. “Gotta get you all warmed up first, though.” 

Slipping his hand between your legs, he rubs at you through your jeans.

“You’re not fucking me in your truck.” With a giggle, you still his hand, tugging it back onto your hip.

“You gonna try to stop me?”

“Um, yeah.” A shriek of laughter spills out of your mouth and the movement rocks your body against his lap. “Anybody could see us!”

“Ya’ gonna tell me that’s what you’re worried about?” He squints at you, squashing down the glare that threatens to darken his features. Not yet. “After grindin’ on my lap like that?”

“Look, I’ve got a better idea.” Shimmying off his lap and onto the passenger seat, you grin at him. “When’s the movie?”

“The movie?” It takes a moment before the realization hits him. Scrubbing a hand over his mouth, he clears his throat. “Oh, uh—an hour.”

“And how far away is it?”

“Uh, twenty, thirty minutes.”

“Well. I don’t wanna miss it.” You tilt your head, raising a brow. “What if there’s a line?”

“There ain’t gonna be a line.” He says definitively, a wave of exhaustion settling over him. 

“You don’t know that.” You laugh. “Anyway. I think…you should drive us there. Now. So we have time.”

He’s barely started the truck back up when he feels your hands at his belt, undoing the loop.

“The fuck you doin’?”

“Trust me.” You unzip his fly, pulling him out of his boxers.

You could be sweet if you wanted. All sugar. It’s easier that way, but you won’t want it easy. You’ll make him fight you for it.

You work your hand over his cock with a sigh of contentment. Your thumb teases over the slit, rubbing precum over the head of his cock. He feels a spike of irritation at you for wasting even an ounce of his spunk on your hands. As if to apologize, you bow your head, running your tongue up the underside of his cock. You’ll have to do better than that. Licking up the sensitive skin of his frenulum, you tease your mouth around him, letting him twitch against your tongue.

“Ya’ gonna suck it or not?” He snaps, keeping his eyes locked on the road. He doesn’t need to look down to know that you’re smiling.

“Don’t be grumpy.” Your voice floats up from his lap. “I’m just taking my time. You’re just so pretty.”

Pretty? Anger rushes through him. Calling him that—thinking you can, thinking that there wouldn’t be any consequences. Who raised you? For all your pathetic staring, you haven’t even seen what’s in front of you. 

The lack of respect is sickening, making his balls feel heavy and tight. He needs to be down your throat, if only to shut you up. Give you something else to focus on. Every moment you’re near him, you’re signing yourself away. Doubling back, going over the contract in bubbly cursive.

You’re entirely unaware of how many marks you’re tallying up. Every swirl of your tongue sinks you deeper in debt. He wonders if you’d laugh if you knew just how many apologies you’re setting yourself up for.

With a hum, you take him into your mouth, swallowing your lips around his cock.

“Take it deep. Don’t you stop.”

A noise erupts from your mouth, but it’s garbled around his cock. He can’t tell, but he could have sworn that was a laugh.

He stops the truck abruptly, the movement thrusting him deeper into your mouth. You gag around him, a disgustingly wet noise at the back of your throat. With a wet pop, you pull your mouth off of his cock. The sudden loss of sensation draws a frustrated growl from his lips.

“Be careful.” Your lips are back on him. Mouthing kisses down his length, your nose bumps against his skin. “Don’t crash the car.”

“I’ve been drivin’ this truck for longer than—” You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and the sentence falters in his mouth.

He pictures you standing in the theater lobby. Confusion in your eyes, a slackness to your jaw. It’s odd and you’ll know it, right away. But you won’t do anything about it. You’ll second guess yourself. You think you’re so smart, don’t you? With that sweet little twist of your lips, batting your eyelashes at him, resting your hands on his shoulders. He wonders how long it’ll take for the confusion to lift. The realization settling over you, chilling you to the core.

You’ll look back at him and you’ll know.

A lifetime of mistakes all falling into place, your scream lost under the palm of his hand.

You should be fucked there. That’s how it should go.

He can’t wait. Not for anything, ever. Mama was always saying that. And with the wet clasp of your mouth around his cock, patience isn’t manageable. How could it be? You’ve taken up all of it, trapped it in your smile. He doesn’t have any more to give.

You bob your head up and down, resting your hands on his thigh. 

“Good girl.” He mutters. You moan and he clenches his jaw, tightening his hold in your hair. “Just like that, c’mon.”

You raise your head off his cock again and murmur out his name, and his grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles white.

You better be enjoying saying it. Let it live in that slutty mouth of yours for a while. It’ll be off limits soon.

There’ll be other things to call him. Later. He can see several of them in his head, stacked fifty feet high in neon. He probably won’t even have to tell you which one he wants, you’ll come up with it on your own. It’ll bubble up in your little head and you’ll drool it out helplessly, stuffed full with cock. Makeup smeared down your cheeks, caked under your eyes. He’d like to see you when you’re trying to fold into yourself. When you’re trying desperately to be anything but pretty for him.

He’s ready to take the shiny veneer of this personality off. It’s slipping now, he can feel it. 

“Ain’tchu glad you met me?” He grunts out, his breaths coming out shallow.

You’re going to hate him soon enough, and he’ll be able to remind you that you didn’t before. That you can’t fool him into believing you don’t love his cock down your throat, that you don’t want his hands on you—he knows better, and you do too.

You moan your agreement against his cock. Glad, you’re fuckin’ glad. You’d better be.

He bucks up into your mouth when he cums, smacking his hand down on the steering wheel. You’re choking around him, making desperate little huffs through your nose. For your credit, you keep him in your mouth, tightening your lips around the base. He eases his foot off the accelerator, wetting his lips. 

The truck slows to a crawl as he pants, leaning into the steering wheel. He shudders when he feels your lips tug off his cock, swirling your tongue around the oversensitive head.

“We there yet?” You cough a bit, carefully tucking him back into his boxers.

“Christ, girl.” He whistles through his teeth, glancing over at you. “Actin’ like I didn’t just fuck ya’ throat.”

“You didn’t fuck me. I fucked you. And no one saw.” Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you giggle.

“Little cocksucker.”

“You loved it.” You chirp smugly, winking at him. It takes everything in his resolve not to grab you by your hair and slam your forehead into the dashboard. He can’t get blood in his truck again. Shit’s unprofessional. And he’s nothing if not a stickler for appearances. There’s a way to do these things, and you’ve forced him to rewrite his script halfway through the scene. He’s almost impressed with your lack of morals.

He can only imagine how wet you must be, soaking through your jeans. With the way you were moaning around his cock, your pussy must be aching for it.

He should lay a fuckin’ towel down. Protect the goddamn seats—he can’t get your blood on the upholstery, and you know that. 

Tryin’ to leave your mark some other way, ain’tcha?

“Is this it?” You ask brightly, peering out the window.

“Yup.” He parks, turning to you. “Think you can do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Just gotta check on somethin’ with the truck. You wanna run into the shop and put this on the counter?” He grabs the chocolate box off the dashboard and stuffs it into the plastic bag. “Wouldn’t want it meltin’.”

“Sure.”

You hop out of the truck, looking at him expectantly.

“Go on, pretty thing. I’ll be right behind ya’.” 

As you push the door of his shop open, he stuffs your bra in the glove compartment. It’s cute. You won’t be needing it.

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👁️👁️ zora + touch starved reader? Can be romantic or platonic, whichever the mods feel like doing

ZORA WITH A TOUCH STARVED S/O

synopsis… Zora feels like cuddling is a step long overdue in your relationship, but wasn’t expecting such a reaction from you regarding her request

ft. Zora Salazar

tags… fluff, like so much fluff, cuddling, Zora calls reader Darling but in a cowgirl way so it’s Darlin, get you a girl who will leave dead birds at your doorstep

word count… 455

a/n… yeehaw… ✧ 🦝

“C’mere darlin’.”

Zora’s voice is a sweet lure, beckoning you closer to her as she lays on the couch.  Having her job means she can come back to you too tired to skirt around your affection.  You’ve been together for a while, haven’t you?  That means you can’t blame her for wanting to be close to you!

But you just stand there, staring at her outstretched arms.  Zora narrows her eyes at your reluctance.  Is something the matter?  Did she do something you don’t approve of again?  She only gave you a dead bird one time, so it couldn’t have been that—

And then you apologise, a little meek.  “You got nothin’ to be sorry about!  Besides depriving me of your hugs,” she jokes.

Hah.  Little does she know.

You’ve hugged before, and you even had the courage to hold her hand!  Still… you don’t want Zora to figure out just how much you really enjoyed contact with her.  She can be perceptive when she wants to be, and you just have so little dignity left within you.

Even now, she catches on.  Her expression softens into one reserved only for you.  In a gentler voice, she says, “hey, I didn’t offend ya did I?”

“No!”  You wave your hands in the air in a panic.  “No, no, nothing like that…  I…”

Zora raises an eyebrow.  “You…?”

“I don’t want to take your touches for granted.”

A silence fills the room.  You don’t have the bravery to look at Zora and gauge her reaction.

You continue.  “If I take something, then I feel like I have to return it.  Like– Like a tally.  And I know if you hold me, I’ll just keep wanting more, but I have so little to give, and—”

“Hey.”

“—I think you shouldn’t have to deal with me being so indebted to you, so I just—”

“Darlin’.”

The nickname shuts you up, as well as Zora wrapping her hands around your waist, pulling you into her.

Her hold is secure, and though her smell is hardly the most ideal, it’s still so Zora and you couldn’t help but be endeared by it.  Her heartbeat is not as erratic as yours, but sure isn’t calm.  Is she also…?

Zora’s content sigh breaks you out of your thoughts.  “Ya know?”  She tells you, and you shift your head so your chin is resting on your chest, looking at the bounty hunter.  She’s smiling at you so warmly.  She almost resembles the sun.

She continues, “I think you can pay whatever ‘debt’ you have with the cuddles too.  So then it all cancels out.  Thinkin’ logically that is!”

You pause, and then you breathe out a laugh.  You can’t say no to that.

[pastara-cell]

Tad bit about me?

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Realised i should probs make an about me or something lols

Hellooooo!! My name is Pastara, You can call me Pastara, Pascell, Pasc, Laurie, Laurence, Lauren, Or basically anything if you’re not being rude about it!

Nicknames are 100% allowed, you don’t even have to ask!

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@totallysean ‘s most devoted follower 🔥

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Dms, Asks, Tags, and allat shazam are 100% a-okay! I like being interacted with!

(Please don’t tag me in posts that violate creators boundaries)

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Dear mutuals, PLEASE TALK TO ME I LOVE YOU🤍/p

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DNI if you’re an ableist, Homophobe, Transphobe, Z1onist, A-phobe, Dont include intersex people in the LGBT, or call people who use Neos weird.

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Scene Kid 🔥🔥 (Ur average 6arelyhuman, Asteria, Odetari, and Clover!! fan. Always looking to expand my music collection tho, so song recommendations are super appreciated and accepted!)

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Otherkin!

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Diagnosed Adhd, on meds for it, but chances are I forget to take em 50% of the time XD

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Ijevin is my Idol, comfort streamer, and just a cool dude. Definitely recommend checking him out!

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Pronouns are (In order of preference) He/Him, Star/Stars, They/Them. Still experimenting with neos, so this may change one day

My gender is I dont give a fuck its tuesday (Genderfluid) and my sexuality is Pretty on the inside by Chloe adams (Pansexual)

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70% of my friends and my mutuals too I think are on the a-spec, So shoutout specifically to acesexuals, aplatonics, aromantics, aroaces, and literally just any a-spec people. Y’all are literally the coolest people every and I love you all ♥️♥️/p

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My fandoms include, but aren’t limited to:

(listed in order of interest)

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The Music Freaks 🐀🥚

Hermitcraft 🦀

The Life Series/Traffic life ♥️💛💚

Witchcraft SMP 🪄

Lifesteal SMP (relatively new to it) ⚔️

Haikyuu!! 🏐🏐

Evolution SMP 🟪🟪

Empires SMP 🤠🐟

The outsiders 🔫⛓️

The Hunger Games 🔥🐦‍🔥

Very rarely, I do dabble in some Dream SMP 💚🤍

Same for Qsmp and Origins smp 🤍🟪🤍🟪

Afterlife SMP 🐈🦝🐉

Steven Universe ⭐️🩷

General MCYT/Minecraft community 💚🤎🤎

Ace attorney 🟦▫️🟥

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Fandoms I used to be in but have left, can probably talk about them a bit?

Wings of Fire

Percy Jackson (Every book really)

My little pony

My hero academia

Country humans/balls

DDLC

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I enjoy writing fanfiction, Drawing, and writing poems! I’m super into Au making as well, so really, If you want a fully finished, Fleshed out Au for a fandom that I’ve listed in my Fandoms list, Send me an ask! No charges or anything, just tell me what AU you want and I got you!

I draw traditional and semi-realism, so as much as I’d love to do fanart, It often comes out looking slightly horrifying. Getting better though! Maybe i’ll post something when I make something i’m proud of!

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Hyper fixation hobbies are rock collecting, Bracelet and keychain making, and ranting about stupid little things!

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Comfort characters are Ijevin, Drew (tmf), and Noya (HK)!!

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So uhhh Yeah!! Thats all! Will probably update this someday but thats mostly it!

[1800nosleep]

Hey there! I was wondering on your views with The Lost Boys and their s/o having an iron deficiency?

I'm curious as to if their blood would taste differently in a bad way? Would it be a noticeable change? Would the boys even drink from them considering how light headed they get just from standing, let alone losing blood? Headcannons or just whatever you want to write, I'm genuinely just curious!

Thank you! -🦝

THE LOST BOYS HCS

poly! lost boys x reader! with an iron deficiency

warnings;; gn! reader, blood mentions, swearing,

alr first things first, the boys would absolutely find a difference in your blood compared to someone elses

your blood to them tastes less flavorful as for the lack of iron and the increased oxygen

as for other things, if you take iron pills, they definitely make sure your actually taking them

they do not want their partner to neglect their needs

now, as for you fainting or feeling dizzy, dwayne or marko always help you up that way you don't feel as dizzy

i do believe that they'd still feed off of you, but in small doses, spread out throughout the week

but when they are really desperate, they'll feed off of you hours apart

alr thanks for reading

sorry for this being so short, im just going through really bad writers block

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Squiggles (Generation Loss) ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Ace, Adam, Albert, Aldan, Alden, Aldon, Aldwin, Alexandria, Alfred, Alice, Alpha, Alvin, Alvis, Alvy, Alwyn, Amit, Amity, Andrew, Angelica, Anissa, Ann, Anna, Anne, Anthony, Archie, Arthur, Arwin, Ash, Ashna, Audrey, Austar, Baldwin, Barney, Bartholomew, Bellamy, Ben, Billy, Bit, Bob, Bruno, Buddy, Buzz, Cad, Caden, Cass, Ced, Cederick, Cedrick, Cedrik, Charlie, Chester, Clarissa, Dakota, Dakotah, Damien, Darwin, Darwyn, David, Edwin, Einstein, Elliot, Elwin, Ernie, Ferris, Frank, Gamba, Graham, Harold, Hedley, Horatio, Irwin, Jordan, Kadeen, Kahil, Kaira, Kaleel, Kalid, Karah, Khalee, Khaleel, Khalil, Khalilah, Lefty, Lewis, Liz, Lucky, Maitreya, Marble, Margaret, Marty, Marx, Mary, Meet, Mitra, Mitul, Noddy, Patrick, Pete, Quicky, Rafee, Rafiki, Rob, Rosemary, Ruth, Ruthie, Samara, Sedric, Sidney, Snap, Soumil, Stephen, Takoda, Wade, Wayne, Willow, Yadira, Yara, Zach, Zamil

Pronouns

ar/archive/archives, camera/cameras, cassette/cassetes, dark/darks, distort/distorts, file/files, footage/footages, fourth/fourths, fun/funs, game/games, glee/glees, goober/goobers, laugh/laughs, lost/losts, luck/lucks, mascot/mascots, radio/radios, record/records, rewind/rewinds, scare/scares, show/shows, signal/signals, silly/sillys, spook/spooks, stalk/stalks, static/statics, talk/talks, tape/tapes, wall/walls, watch/watchs, 🌐/🌐s, 🎞️/🎞️s, 🎭/🎭s, 🎮/🎮s, 🎰/🎰s, 👁️/👁️s, 👤/👤s, 📞/📞s, 📺/📺s, 🦝/🦝s, 🪡/🪡s

Titles

Showfall’s Little Face of Joy, The False Joy, The Joyful Watcher, The Judge of Life or Death, The Mascot That Loves The Viewers, The One Who Knows About The Show, The One Who Let’s The Viewers Choose, The One Who May Write The Script, The Show’s Mascot, [prn] Who Speaks to The Audience, [prns] The One Who Watches

Genders

Analogender, Analoghorrorgender, Foundfootagehorroric, G!squigglesgender, Genderlog, Horroraveil, Humornoxic, Oldinternetfriendic, Redroomic, Sweetnsillygender, Videourawarec, Vitciwatchic, Webhorroric

Other mogai

Alderanalora, Chat Omninoun, Error Omninoun, Horrorvior

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