#I am feeling very emotionally sensitive today and just NOT here for this

[hoosbandewan]

I swear to god some of y'all make it so fucking hard to want to be here and make posts to be passionate about the characters we love

Sorry to the anon on Ange's blog (edit: on mine too, lol) who complained about me titling my Billy post "THE Billy Taylor post" because it was me sharing all of the feelings I have about Billy that I have kept in my heart until now

As if I am saying that no one else in the world could ever post about Billy Taylor. I'm not even a fan fiction writer, but lmao! Sorry! I claimed him and you can't ever talk about him because I made the definitive Billy post! Haha gotcha!!!!

[phagodyke]

was gonna say smth else but this turned into a vent sorry everyone just ignore. typical weekend post on this blog u know how it is here we go👍

[blingblong55]

To live without- 141 + Alejandro

Based on a request:

Hii can I make a request for some angst?? Maybe the reader having an argument with the TF 141 + Alejandro, inside the car or anywhere resulting to a break up?? Cause I'm a sucker for angst, thankss 🫶

F!Reader, angst, established!relationship, break-ups, cheating (not all)

A/N: This will be in 5 parts

Part 1 (John Price), Part 2, (Soap), Part 4 (Alejandro), Part 5 (Ghost)

It has been a stressful few months for him, between his job, you, his own safety and yours, let alone the current argument over his birthday. It's why you and he are now in the car, having this argument.

Gaz:

The end of you started months ago when his job was his only priority. And like any other soldier, he kept you by his side, feeding you just enough love and attention to keep you hooked for a few more months. You weren't to blame, you loved him because he consumed your very last thought. What you had for him was pure love, nothing more.

And he knew that from the very beginning. Your love was so innocent and sweet, but that once sweet love you held for him to take was burnt down. The constant arguing, his absence, the one-sided love and his job. It all came down to how he delivered it, "Happy birthday!" you hug him and he pushes you away. "Not now, dear," he says in a rude and cold tone. The past mission left him tired and traumatised but that still wasn't an excuse to push you away, emotionally and physically.

You frown a little, he knows damn well you are an emotional person, it's what drew him to you, that and how much you cared for everyone, you were...are so kind it's such a sight to see for him. He sighs, "Look, I just want to be left alone." he looked at you, a stern face and tone in his voice. You nod, "Okay...I..baked a cake for you...should be in the fridge," you tugged at your jumper, feeling awkward now.

"Well, see you" he not once looked at you, eyes on his phone. You nod and walk out of his flat. You finally let go and cry, meanwhile, he can hear this all and listens as you cry your way down the hall. Before you go down the stairs, his mates come up the stairs, "Oh hey r/n! excited for the party?"

Hurt to know he wanted you out to have fun. Yes, you are a kind person but once someone does something to hurt you, that's when kindness leaves you. You walk back to his flat, open the door and march towards him, "a fucking party? And here I thought you needed space!" his friends know best and wait outside, letting you two talk it out.

"I just don't need you here today.." he admits. You scoff, "So what, this whole time you just have me around when you need fucking stability?" you by this point were hurt and furious.

"No, look...you are so...fucking sensitive, the guys can't make a joke without you getting hurt... it's seriously annoying me"

"They make jokes at my expense, make fun of who I am...call me names you know damn well have a bad past for me.."

"Maybe if you weren't such a fucking little bitch it wouldn't hurt!" he raised his hand and quickly put it back down.

That was it, the last point that had to be given so you could finally walk out. And once you finally left his place, his friends walk in and cheer him up. As the party continued, his friends got more drunk, they opened the fridge, taking hold of the cake you made.

Carrot cake just like how he loved it. You must've spent time learning to do such a thing for him. They smashed it and all he could do was watch as the last proof of love he had for you died down with the rest of the night.

[transvscollege]

2/5/24

Okay I'm gonna be so for real? I haven't written a blog in literal years. I just thought someone out there could find this useful or comforting if I documented my transition. I'm in college right now and reader? This is not even my first try at transitioning. I have transphobic parents and I am terrified that they'll find out I'm transitioning in school. I'll talk more about that later. We've just met, let me be normal before I start divulging you into my anxiety. I'm a sophomore in college. If my school had frats I'd fit right in, not in an asshole way, if that tells you anything. Unfortunately I wasn't blessed with a passable face. I'm gonna level with you here reader, I'm not skinny either, further complicating my ability to fit in. I've been midsize since I was 9. I could blame it on a few different things. I got my first device when I was 9 and I was an art kid, not an athlete. I started puberty too and I have a hormone condition that's made the whole experience worse than it could've been. On the topic of said condition, it's the bane of my identity. I realized I'm not a girl in 4th grade. Between me and you, it's because I watched Ouran Highschool Host Club. Loser. I didn't know girls could be boys though. But then I started trying to come out to my mom. Never my dad, he was not an emotionally sensitive guy. At first she'd just blame it on my period and starting my period so young. It isn't untrue that I got my period kind of young, I was 9. I think it's unfair to treat that like it discredits my identity.

But I digress, I'm getting kind of distracted. I found out I have PCOS when I was 13 or 14, I don't really remember anymore. If you don't know, the simple explanation is that cysts grow on my ovaries and my testosterone is too high. Sounds awesome right? I would only be so lucky. It makes me sad and angry and I break out all over my body and my periods are like I'm being ki11ed. Because of this, my mom blames my PCOS for me saying I'm trans? Dude...I'm 20 now. I've been dealing with this bullshit for 6 years now. It's definitely not the hormone condition. I quit birth control last year and got an IUD at the beginning of this school year. Best decision I've made for my body but I'm gonna be honest? Careful with hormonal birth control. It brainwashed me into acting like a woman and I am being so very serious when I say that. The point of saying all that though is that being trans is complicated. It's okay to change your mind a few times.

Moving on. I've realized the easiest part of transitioning is telling your professors your preferred name. Lightwork, no reaction. Fitting in and passing? That's where the challenge has presented itself. Some things I've learned about men

They keep everything in their front pockets?? Wallet sometimes in the back pocket but usually not.

WIDE STRIDE. It doesn't matter if they're tall or not. I'm a short king if you will. I cannot keep up with guys the same height as me. They step so wide and for what.

Hands in the pockets!!! And you know what? I started walking with my hands in my pockets and feel like it's made me look more masculine

Stop waving at people, just nod at them???

I will admit I can't figure out what the situation where it's okay to dap someone up is. I'm also autistic which has complicated my ability to discern such things. I'll keep you posted on that one. I imagine you're wondering why it sounds like I'm trying to fit in with straight men. That would be because I kind of am. I'm a criminal justice major, which is a department in my school that's dominated by athletes. I hate to stick out I thought I liked being different but I actually don't like when people are staring at me. It's uncomfortable and I feel like the longer they stare the more feminine traits they'll notice and the facade of manhood will be clear as glass to them. Yeah anyway that's all for today, I'll probably post again in like 3 days or a week idk. I'll try not to be so disorganized next time.

[hopelesscrawl]

Yo

5 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @jcamilov06, thanks a bunch! :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

I'm not entirely sure, but my mom once told me that there was a song or a person that had my name and she liked it. Yeah. Dunno if it's true though.

2. When was the last time you cried?

(Trigger warning: Death)

Today in the morning, I was on my way to work and came across a dead fox and this fucked me really up tbh, I'm still emotionally agitated. I didn't even expect to cry that much but it was such a sad and heartbreaking sightning. And it made me think about other things as well, which made me cry even more.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I do, but not with everyone, because some people don't get it or I'm afraid to seem like I'm mean or something.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

When I was a pre-teenager, I joined an athletics club and we were focused on running, long jump, javelin throw, weight training, and stuff like this. I stopped when I was around 16 because of school and other reasons. It's actually a shame and I definitely wanna do sports again but I need way more discipline.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

It depends, most of the times I caught myself always looking at their arms and I really don't know why, I kinda like it when I see people with strong arms. But I never thought about it, I just think the eyes or hair are also very noticeable at the first sight. The whole face I'd say.

7. What's your eye color?

Green with a slightly touch of grey

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Ugh, these are hard to compare, like I enjoy watching both but for my mental health I mostly prefer the happier ones because I get scared and saddened very easily.

9. Any special talents?

I don't know, my smelling sense is veeery sensitive, like so many people told me that they would never smell this or that and I always catch EVERYTHING, so bad smell is even worse for my sensitive nose than for others. So, if you need a sniffing dog... here I am. I don't know if that counts as a special talent, but it was the first and only thing that came to my mind.

10. Where were you born?

In Austria.

11. What are your hobbies?

Watching youtube, playing Minecraft, listening to music, dreaming, drawing, reading, ...

Do you have any pet?

We got a dog, her name's Zora :) and birds!

13. How tall are you?

170 cm / 5,5 ft

14. Favorite subject in school?

History and sometimes Music and Geography

15. Dream job?

I don't have one anymore, because I realized day by day that capitalism is a cruel bitch and most companies are just interested to exploit you. Most jobs don't apply to me, and I really dislike the whole working class society and the whole concept. But things that I'm interested in are pharmacy, working with animals (and helping them), art and maybe voice acting. I also love to play different roles and characters, let's see if I'm able to find something that isn't just totally exhausting and horrible.

I will tag @eluice @prosopagnosias @requiesticat and everyone else, feel free to do it if you want to! No pressure! Love ya ya'll.

[romantic-reveries]

I literally basically told this man I’m fucking over-emotional and sensitive and dramatic and I have a lot of issues and he went “okay, maybe someone like me could help keep you calm” por qué?¿ Hello??? This man. I am on my knees for this man. Like I keep giving him little doses of my neediness and over-abundance of affection and emotionality and he’s like a fucking cement building in a storm—totally unshaken. He’s never as verbally validating as I might like (or maybe just am used to) but the actions. Holy shit. He’s just so fucking there and present.

I told him today that I don’t drive since we were talking about potentially meeting and he lives two hours away (which he previously considered “long distance”) and I’m panicking like fuck, this is it, this is where he goes like, this is too much, I don’t wanna have to drive to you if we decide we wanna be together, which is… I mean, kind of the whole point of this trip. We’re meeting because we have feelings for each other and we want to see what could be there. And this man says he “doesn’t think that’s a big deal”?!?¿??¿?! He said it would make things more difficult, but he still wants to meet me. And I know he wouldn’t be coming up here just for a one time thing. I even gave him the option of just coming to my house and he didn’t want to do that for our first meeting, which means anything physical aside from kissing is totally off the table, so it’s not about that. He wouldn’t come just to meet me the one time and call it good. I think if he thought that would be too much work in a potential relationship, he’d back off entirely, because he’s too into me now.

When I told him about not driving, I was embarrassed, and I told him how the urge to self-sabotage and be like “actually let’s not do this goodbye forever” was very real, and he was taking longer to respond than I wanted (not even long, I was just freaking out) and I was like “actually I’ve decided to take that option, you don’t have to respond” and immediately followed it with “just kidding (kind of)” and he goes “my heart stopped there for a second!” so he’s obviously fairly attached and doesn’t want me to go. He wants to talk to me all the time, even though I talk too fucking much. He even set up another movie date for tomorrow.

I just like… it’s so strange and wonderful. And I might get to meet him in a couple weeks? Touch him? Hug him and hold his hand? See his expressions and body language and take all of him in? Insane.

[snow-and-saltea]

I posted 8,493 times in 2022

That's 5,858 more posts than 2021! (this is not an improvement!! but its okay!)

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i dont even make original posts bc i am too opinionated and i cant be bothered to say it to people i dont already talk to it about (aka not gonna talk about it to ppl i dont care about sorry FJSKFJS)

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#im happy he made it and that everyone was cheering for him and one of them was ready to help him out dghjgjhjhk that's so cute 🤧🤧🤧🤧

from this vid i rb'd!!! it didn't keep the caps though!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

went a little insane while showering today thinking of miss medea and psyche from hit webtoon series your throne

8 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#4

for the chara ask.. rosa 👀? and i also cannot resist putting marius in here too

rosa, tot:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

literally where do i even start. i love her so much that she's legit like, one of my fave fictional female charas!!! i love how sensible and logical she is, and how kind and sensitive she is too. those two sounds like opposites of each other but she balances having both traits so well. i just think she is such a great otome protagonist and if any company wants to try and write a good "self insertable" protag who is both convincing and cute they should look to her. loml 🧎

marius von hagen

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead (his mom) | alive (him) | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

he's a funny funky guy!!! he's my blorbo in law cus both you and angel (my other friend) like him. so i kind of get appreciation through osmosis. tbh i dont have a lot to say about him bc i think his character as a standalone is simple, but when he's in a group setting? i think that shines the most. i actually talked w angel a bit about this but we were discussing how vyn is afraid of losing rosa emotionally while marius is afraid of losing rosa physically. i read his personal card where he gets a panic attack after rosa gets kidnapped and that ending was literally..... the most poetic shit i've ever read. LIKE. his personal story and card just super appeals to the poet / artist in me bc the twist in words, the symbolism, the rose and the snake that takes turns to guard each other.... im screaming and wailing and throwing up. vyn could NEVER tbh, he's very deliberate and his acts of affection still has an underlying feeling of wanting to impress rosa at all times and to show his heart to her, but w marirosa it literally feels like they're romantic soulmates bc of the writing. does that make sense? like it feels so organic and romantic in a way vyn's measured actions and words can't replicate. i went feral at this part

9 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#3

for the character asks vyn diluc lumine and kaeya!!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE thank you for giving me the chance to talk about my blorbos!!!

vyn richter:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

yeah i bolded the who? one don't worry about it!! /j anyways yeah i Like this man a normal amount its not like ive written sm threads on him already yeah. i'm completely normal

except i'm NOT

i started out thinking my fave would be artem cus vyn seemed too pretentious for me at first and i still have trauma from the last time i liked a white haired and golden eyed guy in otome cus that bitch disappointed me so much i literally can't even look at him without going >:T

he's such a cool character to me, i love how contradictory he is while being completely consistent characterization wise. by contradictory i don't mean that he doesn't say what he mean or doesn't mean what he says, but the way he views himself vs how he views rosa vs how he views other people (derogatory) is quite ironic. i love how he loves rosa because she's beautiful both inside and out, in the sense that she is straight laced, honest and not mired with existential or moral complexities that stop her from being kind, realistic and faithful to her values. (in fact, when facing those moral complexities, her true character shines more because of the way she isn't stagnated by indecision or analysis-paralysis. but that's another talk for another day i could literally go on and on about her)

i like it a lot because he's both a bit of rosa in him and a bit of the cynical jadedness he dislikes in other people. as a doctor, he wants to cure his patients, and he secretly harbours some hope, at the back of his mind, that people are better than he thinks they are, that when presented the opportunity for change and growth they'll choose it— which is why i think he "tests'" rosa in his stories so much. cus he wants to see a diff outcome come from her!! to him, i feel like there's a bit of him idealism projected onto her, smth like saying: "i tried and failed, but i want to see how you do it, and what new thing you'll show me with your way of doing things." in ideals and visions, he relates to rosa.

however, in many ssr stories, and even one sr (the iconic false tears story) he shows the pettiest and most spiteful parts of himself that he's tried to keep hidden from rosa, where he indulges his egocentric beliefs that makes him feel like the things he's doing are justified, as long as the end goal is a positive net of "justice" in the world. he also sometimes shows how incredibly judgemental and harsh he can be, because he always thinks he knows better and is more objective / morally superior than other people he dislikes. in practice and methodology, he relates to the people he dislikes. it's like a mirror that shows the ugliest parts of himself. if he dislikes them like any other normal person would dislike an asshole and then move on with their life, why would that be such a big psychological trigger for him? it clearly means more to him than he tries to hide, so he tries to make a clear line separating his own "cruelty" and other people's "cruelty" and how he's better than them cus he had the right intentions in mind.

(that's not how it works btw babygirl. but issokay ur kinda fucked up i'd like to put u under a microscope)

i like how he slowly comes to realise that contradiction, too. not verbally said, but i interpret his recent growth in stories as someone who knows he's "ugly" inside and filled contempt for everyone—although sometimes he dresses his actions in a more gentlemanly or "fair" so that it's still TECHNICALLY the right thing to do even if the way he did it was unethical. at first their relationship progression was "i want her to see the most impressive parts of me" > "i want her to rely on and be influenced by me" > "i want her to know my feelings but only the ones that are peer reviewed to be palatable" > "i want her to see me for who i am and accept me, even if i can't accept the entire truth of myself". and i think that fuckign ROCKS

concluding statement: if the road to hell was paved with good intentions vyn is building a freeway. but rosa is changing his lanes!!! she changed my lanes too if u know what i mean wink wink nudge nudge

anyways yeah im mentally sound and in perfect health about vynrosa why do you ask

diluc ragnvindr:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

i like him!!! iirc he was my second 5* after jean? and then i used him as a dps for a while! i wish they gave him fluffier or longer hair. i think in game diluc doesn't really do enough justice to his characterization or lore bc i feel like he looks a bit "bland" in story execution compared to the other charas. oh well, virtues and vices of being an early game chara! i like him best when he's in big brother mode and i cannot thank fanartists enough who portray him being a good big bro to the kids like klee, diona, bennett, fischl and razor. i love it!!!

lumine:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

she's so goddamn FUNNY and cute?????? i like the progression of her character and her growing into her own personality in the recent quests, i think they wrote it really well. have you listened to her voice lines where she talks w paimon? they show sm of her personality and she's just so... witty and dry and sarcastic but her voice is so soft that it makes u double-back and go, "sorry, run that by me again?" i love her sm. although, i don't really interact w the fandom a lot because they're very noisy in hating her for some reason. and it gets tiring to hear TwT i get my lumine food from anng rt'ing stuff on twt or on tumblr! consuming fandom the exact way it was intended: i only see what my friends will share w me!!!

kaeya alberich:

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

another case of sadly being an early game chara so his execution was a bit sloppy TwT his lore is so funkin cool and his personal story and how he got his vision was, imo, the coolest and most emotionally impactful out of everyone else? ofc he and shenhe shares similar patterns in their history and how they were treated, but i think it hits harder for me bc like. GOD. overridden by guilt for the death of diluc's dad, he confronts him and tells him the truth of who he is. and at the emotional height of his life where diluc turns to fight him, he's given a vision if only to protect himself and his heart so that he can still go on and fulfill whatever "destiny" his dad had marked out for him, if he chooses that as his right.

i still think its meaningful bc even in game diluc never shows any signs that he genuinely, truthfully, dislikes kaeya. so while they still have this unspoken history between them that neither of them seem willing to talk about, there's a nostalgic and sad feeling of people who drifted apart brushing by each other time and again, and silently forgiving the other but not making it known at all. i can't find it rn but there's sm diluc and kaeya comics where its all about sibling hurt / comfort and reconciliation and making it known that they care about each other verbally, instead of accepting it as is in actions, bc they're hesitant to break the ice. GOD

14 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

saw this post and immediately my purpose in life for the next 37 minutes was crystal clear to me

couldn't have done this without my fellow vyn and marius dunker, @00uroboros

23 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

fuckign losing it rn

38 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

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Yee Haw! thats it babey!!!

[asoulofatlantis]

Yesterday in chat they though its Ishmelga-Rean... but doesn't he look more like CS4 Curse-Rean? Now the question obviously is... why does he see that?

Wait guys! This wasn't just a small glimpse of CS4 Rean. He also sees the Barriere that is... still a spoiler, but trust me, he is not supposed to see that!

I can not make out what Crow saw first, but he certainly also sees this Barrier-Thingy. Hm... makes you wonder if this has something to do with the CS4 bad-ending.

Rion and Celis are calling Rean anonym and then ask him shadily to meet, without even telling him their names.

Oh be careful with your thoughts Celis. Grahlsritter or not I would not assume you are strong enough to beat the lineup you would be against if you dare to attack my Rean.

(Oh... I think that is not what she meant. Sorry Celis, I am a bit sensitive when it comes to my golden child XD)

*lol* Celis reputation is ruined forever XD

That is Class7 for you! We do the wrong thing in the way that it ends up being the right thing XD When Van does the wrong thing, it stays the wrong thing but it least he does it the right way XD

Rean had some odd flashbacks again... that can't be good. Give me poor boy a break!

Crow too? Oh this is bad! This is really, really bad.

Then that means all our screaming, crying, and breaking down was not for nothing. I would prefer that it was for nothing tho...

Don't make me go through this again! I am emotionally unstable today. I can not cry anymore.

I should not be glad to see you Shizuna. But you just saved me from them diving any further into this.

By the way... look at those graphics. How hot can this man be?

Oh... no... look who is with her. Oh this is bad. Really bad.

I really don't get that guy. I am almost certain at this point that he knows whats going to happen so why isn't he stopping it?

I am stuck in this scene for ages now because there is so much important stuff happening that I can just not skip it. Damn it. Inferno is Streaming again already. I will never finish this in time T.T

That fight between Rean and Shizuna was really nice. No real winner tho - of course not XD Anyway... it seems like we ran straight into a trap ^^'

M-Mint and Prince Sharid saved us. Fuck. I did not want to be in his debt... but I am grateful.

Okay... uh... seems like Shizuna and Rean treating each other with the utmost respect. Not much hostility hear. Surprising... but not unwelcome. I mean we seems to have enough problems as it is ^^'

I hope Olivert pays our debt to him ^^' I don't want to owe him a favor. I do not like this guy very much.

That is finally the end of Reans route. This is taking far too long guys.

As per usual most of Vans stuff can mostly be skipped. He always has a shitload of sidequests. Usually with sidecharacters that we have dealt with in the Kuo1 and Kuro2 but that doesn't make them any more interesting...

Lucrecia is having cake with Judiths mother O.o I am always surprised about her relatively nice nature. I mean if it would be just Ouroboros it would be one thing, but didn't Sharon describe the previous organization they were in as very heart- and emotionless?

I have no idea what we are doing right now but it looked like we worked together wie Elies father (ist a fucking shame she isn't here!) and ran into Joldas brother and he tried to get us in trouble but somehow we've got help as you can see.

I might have neglected to mention that in the meantime multiple "fake Genesis" have shown up. There was one in Reans route and if I and the translation gut it right its been like 20 years old.

Oh and Rene issued a warrant for Professor Hamilton who Kevin also seems to be after.

Van was giving Joldas brother a good talk but... it look like it didn't work.

Vans team seriously deserves a break. After running through endless amounts of sidemission they stumble from one dangerous situation into the next. Facing the mist impossible enemies on the way. I feel like Kondo was like: "They want their focus still on the ASO? Fine! But they will regret it! MUAHHAHA!" XD

Joldas brother hurt her... I feel sorry for the girl. All she wants is her Twin back. But he plays hard to get.

I am exhausted. It was the end of the first Day 3 Stream. I will take a short break and then be back. Uff...

[guppygiggles]

Like Real People Do, Part 6! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper prepares for the second part of Avery's tickle session, but Avery has other plans!

☁️ Warnings: Lee!Casper, Ler!Avery. Pretty foot-focused (full disclosure, I'm not really a feet person, but I can get into it as a tickle spot sometimes!). Lots of teasing as usual, plus clinical teasing. Very fluffy and emotionally intimate. A bit emotional at the end.

☁️ Author's Note: I wrote this in an unexpected fit of passion, and I'm feeling a lot of things right now. Sorry if the tone is unpredictable, and sorry if it isn't enjoyable to read. I wasn't expecting to write one of these today.

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 *you are here

Part 7

Part 8

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“Here. Don't wear your voice out, okay? Gotta stay hydrated if we're gonna keep going.” I handed Avery a strawberry La Croix.

“Thanks. I never knew laughing could be so tiring! Then again, I don't think I've ever laughed so much at once,” he mused, taking a small sip of his drink. 

“It can be a workout, for sure. Especially if you're super ticklish in a lot of different places. Sometimes I don't realize how thirsty I am until I get a break.” 

“Where are your tickle spots, Casper?” 

I froze as Avery leveled that same intense, innocent gaze at me that he did at the top of the Ferris wheel, when he asked me if we were on a date. This time, though, there was something challenging about him – something impish and expectant. 

I cleared my throat. “Ahh- well, um… you've already found a few of them,” I offered, not meeting Avery's eyes. It was through no small effort that I sometimes managed to say the word out loud, but I was NOT discussing spots. No way, no how. 

“Hmm… I did get quite a nice reaction from your ribs and neck, it's true… but I get the feeling those aren't your favorite spots. I want to know the spots you really like.”

I was starting to turn red again. 

“Even if I could tell you, I wouldn't!”

“Hehe… are you suggesting that I should find out for myself?” He lilted, grinning deviously now. 

“N-no! Look, this is your session, not mine. You're the lee, I'm the ler, you can't just-” 

“Ah ah ah… but I thought you said you were a switch? And, what is power if it's never challenged~?” He set his soda can on the nightstand. 

“WAIT! Avery dohohon’t- ahhhh!” I tried to back away from him, just for him to grab my ankle and drag me back to the top of the bed. In one swift motion, he turned and trapped my leg under his arm, one hand gripping my ankle. I couldn't see what his other hand was doing, but I had a few guesses. 

“WAHAHAIT!” I squealed, squirming uselessly. He was so strong, I might as well have been strapped down. My fingers dug into the bed. No amount of struggling was going to save me, now. 

“Why are you laughing, Casper? Is something funny? I haven't even touched you, yet. Surely you're not laughing at me… because that would end very badly for you.”

“No, I wahahasn’t!”

“Hmm… human feet have more nerve endings than most other places on the body, did you know that? Your soles are so rarely touched with any kind of precision – I wonder what would happen if I just…” He stroked one of his ultra-plush fingertips down the length of my socked sole. 

“Pffffhehehehe!” I covered my face as I laughed up at the ceiling. 

“Oh, I see… very sensitive. Ticklish, even.” Avery giggled, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him smirking. My ears burned, but the urge to fight back surged forward.

“Oooh, when I get out of this, you are so fucked, cloud boy.” I regretted it before the words had even left my mouth. 

“Tsk, such language!” He admonished, and without warning, scribbled all five fingertips up and down my trapped sole. 

“AHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAP!” I cried, trying to brace my other foot against the bed and push myself free. It was no use. 

“I don't hear any tapping, sunshine. You know what to do if you want it to stop,” he taunted. “I've never seen human feet up close. Let's take this sock off, shall we?” Avery grabbed the toe of my sock, slowly pulling it off my foot. 

“No no no NO AVERYYY don't take my sock off pleheheheaase!”

“Why not? Is your little human foot too ticklish without– Oooh–! Your toes are so cute…” He trailed off, genuine fascination in his voice. He began to pinch, pull, and gently wiggle my toes, examining them with his damnably soft fingers. I squeaked through my laughter; my feet had never been a particularly bad spot for me, or so I thought, until that moment. 

“DOHOHON'T- AHAHAhahaha!” I squealed, curling my toes as tightly as I could. I kicked my free foot against the bed, channeling my ticklish energy. 

“Oh, don't curl them up, I barely got to look at them! Your nails are blue as the sky, they're so pretty… is it paint? Do you paint them yourself?” He'd stopped tickling, and his curiosity was so sweet, I couldn't help but indulge him. 

“Aheh… yes… I paint them myself.” I doubted Avery had ever seen himself blush, otherwise he might have known that I painted my toenails the same color as his flushed face.  

“I’d like to look a bit longer… will you uncurl your toes for me, please?” 

“Oh, god, stop being so sincere… you're killing me,” I groaned, reluctantly relaxing my foot. 

I felt Avery inspecting my toes again, moving them back and forth, then side to side as I endured the uncontrollable giggles. When I focused, I was pretty good at staying still while being tickled, even while laughing. Unexpectedly, though, he wiggled his fingertips under my toes, scritching in the delicate valleys beneath and between them. I curled again; I couldn't help it. 

“PFFF hahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!” I laughed, instinctively trying to pull my foot back. 

“Hehe, sorry… they looked so soft there, I just couldn't resist.” He finally let me go. I immediately pounced on him, wrapping my arms around his body. 

“Hehehey!” He laughed as I squeezed him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Aww! What happened to all that fire from earlier, dewdrop? I thought I was in sooooo much trouble?” He chuckled, stroking my short hair. 

Perhaps it was overstimulation, or simply the basic need for a quiet moment, but I didn't respond – and I could tell Avery understood. A comfortable silence fell between us as I laid against him, listening to the rush of wind and gentle rainfall beneath his chest. 

Avery's fingers gently twirled locks of my hair. 

The AC unit hummed, the humidifier whispered. 

Far-off crickets chirped in the night, and a bit farther, the sound of waves breaking on the shore. 

I closed my eyes. 

Sea glass glittering, reflecting the moon beneath the waves. 

Immobile, silent fish sleeping in their schools beneath the harbor. 

Palm leaves waving their long fingers in the gentle night breeze. 

I inhaled. 

Lavender, books, rain, stone. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

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“Casper?” 

“Yeah?”

“Are you falling asleep?” 

“I don't know. Maybe.” 

Avery pulled the blanket over us, sinking down to lay his head on my pillow. 

“You can sleep right here if you want, sunshine. I don't mind.” 

There was a faint electrical buzz, and the light in the room went out. 

“Heh… neat trick.”

“Being a cloud comes in handy, sometimes.”

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“I love you, Avery.” My voice cracked. 

“Oh, dewdrop.” He pulled me closer. “I love you, too.” 

[televisionianestamisimemology]

I was supposed to have an appointment with my therapist today, but he never signed on. I think I was going to share with him a perspective that I sometimes take on when trying to make sense of my general struggles. I think it’s possible that, on some level, I suffer from affluenza. To be clear, I did not grow up rich. I grew up comfortable, middle-class. But, in a weird way, I share some similarities with people who grew up with a lot of money, more specifically, those who grew up with a lot of money but never achieved true independence. For me, it wasn’t that I was given everything I wanted; it was more like my parents felt guilty for their missteps in my early education. They also worried about my well-being and mental health, so they took care of a lot of things for me. I didn’t have to work through college. They got me out of tough spots with credit card debt. Basically, I had a giant safety net, which maybe resulted in me not developing strong independence. I was also afforded the ability not to overcome obstacles, like depression.

And this is kind of a weird comparison, but my brother has this really strange reaction to physical pain. When he stubs his toe or accidentally drops something on his foot, he screams loudly and punches the wall. It’s incredibly dramatic. He seems a bit unaware of how intense his reaction is. I think I have the same response, but to emotional pain, specifically any moment where I am rejected or when someone says something negative to me, or I catch wind of a negative thought someone holds about me. While I don’t punch the wall, I do completely become undone. It has led to some dangerous moments in my life, periods of self-destruction. But there’s part of me that thinks there’s a relationship between this strong reaction I have and a feeling that’s hard to put into words. It’s like I don’t understand how someone could hurt me like that; don’t they know how much it hurts me? I need to let them know. This is sort of equivalent to my brother punching the wall when he stubs his toe, screaming out in agony; he’s letting everyone know.

So, is it possible that the coddled existence I had growing up, where I was handled delicately, and my emotions were so considered by my parents, educators, and psychiatrists, has led me to think, when someone hurts me, that this isn’t how I’m supposed to be treated? I don’t know if I’ve fully formulated my thought on this. It’s not a recent epiphany. I’ve always felt that a lot of the neuroses that I experience now are the result of growing up in a town filled with psychiatrists, just waiting for hypervigilant mothers like mine to sign up their child for weekly therapy.

But what’s got me thinking about this a lot now is this bandmate of mine. The band recently broke up, but it was led by this woman who seemed to me to be a bit socially and emotionally stunted. And, at the risk of sounding slightly misogynistic, I do psychoanalyze her and pathologize her with affluenza. She’s on antidepressants, and she, in my opinion, is on these because she suffers from some identity issues. These identity issues are the result of having all of her needs taken care of by very wealthy parents. I think I have a lot more in common with her than I care to admit. I’ve met other rich musicians like her who might possibly be leaning in on their own psychological problems because there’s an incentive to do so. It’s sort of like they’re cultivating the helpless, sensitive artist as a brand and identity, and they do this because it’s what brings the monetary support from their parents. I don’t think people I know who do this do it knowingly. I think it’s like having a job; you behave in a way at work that ensures your continued employment. The only difference here is that employment is being helpless, and the bosses are mom and dad.

I don’t want this to sound super cynical, and I’m not going on about this to trash these people. I’m just drawing a comparison between them and myself. With all of that said, I think it’s also a possibility that I’m just giving myself a hard time. I tend to think the worst about myself, and maybe I’ve invented this whole thing in order to put myself down. It aligns with my narrative that I’m a terrible person, so it must be that all of my problems are just selfishness.

Regardless of whether or not this is true, in a weird way, I think that thinking in this way—that I have developed neuroses as a result of helplessness, and that I am perpetuating these neuroses because they serve my interest—could actually be a constructive thing for me. Here's what I mean by that: If failures at tasks at work, or in my social life, are in my mind the result of me being a spoiled, helpless child who failed to develop the skills early on, and if I'm doing this just to bask in my own helplessness, then failure doesn't feel good. I'm not incentivized to fail. I think I had a productive week at work because I had these ideas in my mind. I was a little more organized, driven, and thorough. I put a bit more effort into developing social relationships at work. It's because it's no longer comfortable to fail. I think this is a good state to be in.

I imagine that many people who go to seek therapy go to bask in the comfortableness of failure. While that can be satisfying and cathartic, and maybe emotionally stabilizing, that's not what I want out of therapy. I want to want to get better. I'm not all the way there in wanting to work on it, but I'm working on truly wanting to work on it.

[eirian-houpe]

TMI Tuesday

Welcome to Tuesday.

So, today, I’m putting myself out there emotionally, and posting one of these for the first time in many, many weeks. I made a post last week, and I’ve also seen several posts recently about the whole “engagement” issue, and - sensitive soul that I am - I’ve been feeling the effects of that lack quite acutely of late.

I’m not sharing this angling for sympathy, but to point out to some (after reading comments on the last engagement post about not reading unfinished fics etc.) that the whole, ‘I’m too busy to waste my time/energy engaging in reading fics that have been abandoned, or are not updated in a timely manner, (for some measured in ‘weeks’ between posts), just doesn’t cut it. 

I’m entirely unapologetic about that call out, and here’s why:

I (as many other fic writers) work a full time job that is a) very stressful, and b) extremely time consuming even outside of ‘working hours.’ add to that, I have a family to take care of, and often don’t have the hours it takes to plan, write, edit and post a chapter of any given fic, on every day of a given week.  So yeah, it will often be weeks - maybe even months - between posting a new chapter.

The expectation of a fast turnaround between fic chapters is - frankly - entitled, and shows a complete lack of empathy and respect for fandom creators (writers, artists, videographers, gif makers, etc.)   Knowing that. feeling that from fellow members of your fandom is demoralizing, and contributes to lack of inspiration, lack of excitement, and a sense of “why do I bother?” - not just for me, but for many fandom creators.  Creators are real people with real lives and real issues, just as readers are.

Additionally, fandom is about community and if we’re not supporting our fellows in fandom, where is that community? Writers supporting writers, (creators supporting creators), has dropped off too, which is perhaps as big a blow as any other lack of engagement.  Is it really so hard to send a fellow creator an ask once a week? 

"We rise by lifting others." - Robert Ingersoll

We keep fandom active by behaving as a community, and not blindly adopting the “I’m all right, Jack,” attitude when our own engagement is high; by turning a blind eye to all of our fellow creators lack in that respect.

I know, I know, I sound like a tired old broken record, but wake up and smell the decay, peeps. A fandom is only as vibrant as the least included and inspired member of that fandom, and I don’t think any of us want to see the Rumbelle fandom pass into nothingness, and right now, our creators are being ‘driven’ to other fandoms over Rumbelle due to feeling that no one cares.

And don’t get me started on the ‘hate,’ that’s been an issue for some people. That, my friends, is TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE.

Okay - rant over. (sorry/not sorry).

Here’s what I’ve been doing this month:

The biggest thing for me this month has been Camp Nano.  For those unfamiliar, NaNoWriMo also runs a ‘camp’ twice a year, in April and July. Writers set their own word count goals during these months and endeavor to write each day during those months.  I’ve been working on a number of fics during Camp Nano, and I’m very close to achieving the modest goal I set for myself for this camp. (15,000 words). I have worked on Disparate Pathways, Time’s Curse, Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret, Still Waters (Lover’s Leap Series), Secret of the Seas, and a couple of other new WiPs that just wouldn’t stay quiet.  You can ask about any of those fics if you’d like.

Otherwise, here are some other suggestions for you…

Ask suggestions

Ask something about any of my fics (full list is below the cut). If you want specifics from some fics that are already outlined, you can ask about:

Disparate Pathways, Chapters 53 through 57 All Our Past Mistakes, Chapters 11 through 44 Lover’s Leap Series, Stories 15 through 31 Time’s Curse, Chapters 5 through 10 Laer o Faen, Chapter 27 & 28 Stargate: Atlantis, Harms Way or any of the 20 fics in the series.

Ask something of any of my characters in general or you can get really specific if you like - for example you might want to ask Gold from Pawn Shop a question about a chapter, a thought, a feeling… (the world is your oyster really)

Ask about my process as a writer, what makes me tick,, or even ask about me personally. Almost nothing is off limits.

Also, if you want to see a specific character or fic featured in Three Things Thursday, or Saturday Secret, feel free to send in prompts, if no one does, then either the choice will be random or they just won’t happen at all. I made an analogy for why that might be in a different post about a car stuck in the mud with spinning wheels. Those wheels are still spinning!

Please remember: if you read a fic you enjoyed on AO3 or on Tumblr (not just mine), please take the time to comment and/or leave kudos, and to reach out on TMI Tuesday. It means a lot to the writers and artists.

You can find all my fics currently on AO3 here, and there is a full list under this cut.

Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret - Rumbelle

Darkness In Hyperion Heights - Woven Beauty au

Seven Tastes - Rumbelle

Tuesday - Rushbelle AU

The Language of Flowers Series - Rumbelle

Disparate Pathways - Rumbelle AU

Scattered - Rumbelle AU

All Our Past Mistakes - Rumbelle AU

What the Actual Fuck! - Sutherelle

Breathe - Rushbelle

The Lover’s Leap Series - Rumbelle

Awakening - Rumbelle

War Is Coming To Storybrooke - Rumbelle

Given No Choice - Rush

Thoughts On A Happy Ending Series - Rumbelle

Darker Hearts Series - Wish!Rumbelle

Modern Wonders - a OUAT/Alice crossover

Time’s Curse - Rumbelle

The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Rumbelle

The Mansion On the Edge of Town - Rumbelle with a side of Jefferson

Cobra: In Your Prayers - Cobra/FatWS/UC:Undercover et al

To See Series - Rumbelle

Nobody Knew (Bingo) - Rumbelle

Secret of the Seas - Rumbelle AU

Butterfly and Phoenix - ST:DSC

Laer o Faen - Tolkien

Ship’s Rats - ST: DCS

I Amar Boe Men Heb - Tolkien

Coming Down - Halt and Catch Fire

Armor of Ice - Halt and Catch Fire

Duath i-Achas Eriol - Tolkien

Balance of Terror - Sleeper Cell

What To Believe - UC: Undercover

If: In The End - UC Undercover

Precious - The Mummy Series

Forbidden - The Mummy Series

Power Is - The Mummy Series

Angel of the Heart - The Mummy Series

Star of the Morning - The Mummy Series

Not Yours To Keep - Foundation (TV)

No Saving Throw - Stranger Things

ILP (or IEP) for Rumple.

“Only Remembered For What We Have Done.”

Here are fics that haven’t yet been started, but are in the Muse’s bucket.

The Miner’s Day Festival - Rumbelle

Aftermath - Rumbelle (with a side of madness)

Saving The Dark One (WT) A twist on a twist of Rumplestiltskin.

Brought To You By The Color… (Red)

Calcul(us)

(In)consistent equation

The Boston Storybrooke Line

Breaking the Waves (Movie AU)

One Last Wish

In Service to My Son

Playground Games

Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

Librarian: UC

Exquisite Harmonies

Resolutions - Rushbelle in the Deck the Halls universe.

[rpvlix]

primrose— how long does it take for you to get ready for the day what does your routine usually consist of?iris— would you describe yourself as a sensitive person? why or why not? - Braso, Fous

Flower asks

Braso

"Getting ready for the day, hm? ...I suppose I can't say I do all that much. Getting plenty of sleep is important, of course. I start most days with a nap. And a bath, although truthfully they tend to be one and the same. But... that is about it, once I am up, I simply go about my day." There are other routines he neglects to mention, though they are a little more irregular and spontaneous than his bath and nap routine. He does need to eat, and does so much more often than any of his siblings. Exercise takes up much of his free time between tending to his gardens. But these are all things he tends to trust his whims for.

"As for my... sensitivity... I cannot say that I am, not physically, at least. My skin is very thick, you see, often it takes a good bit of stimulation. But, that comes in very handy when combat gets a bit too close for comfort. I've been penetrated by many foreign objects in my day, and felt hardly any of them." There's just enough of a smirk on his face that he must be aware of the other meaning to his words.

"Ah-" right, that was only half of his explanation. "As for other types of sensitivity, emotionally... I would like to think so. I do try my best to be aware of how other beings are getting on, and try to be compassionate. Having the connection that I have with the world around me, hm... How to word it... My role is one that often comes with many feelings. But I've learned well how to handle those." He chuckles. It is funny. It is funny how incorrect he is. If only he knew.

Fous

"What is there to get ready for?" Here we go. "Every day is the same as the last. There is nothing for me outside of this room. The time passes as slow or as fast as it likes, and it changes nothing. If I sleep, if I wake, not the hour nor the minute plays any part in that. Not even a window for me to watch as the days come and go. And I wouldn't want one, what could be more miserable than that? A little portal to view the lives of all those with destinies. With fates yet to play out. A reminder of my own mortality, the futility of everything I do, everything I've done. It all fell apart long ago. There is nothing left. There is no need to get ready."

A man who is thankful he has not seen the light of day in years because he knows that it would only upset him further. A man sent deeper into his depressive spiraling due to a simple question about his routines (of which he has none, unless you count 'sobbing incoherently on his bedroom floor', which he is sure to do at least once per day). It would be an understatement to label Fouskotos as sensitive. What he once had in physical strength, he never even approached having that level of emotional strength. Even before Aton sent him into the state he's in today, he'd always been a bit volatile. Quite quick to every emotion, with the exception of joy. It's always been a difficult one to come by.

[thedysphoriadiaries]

Entry 4 - Game Time - 17 February 2023, 12:48am

Today passed without much fuss. Great, I suppose, given how I woke up from yet another dream in which I was a girl, or, at least, doing gender-affirming things like using the right washroom. TMI. Yes.

Some might say that dreams are stupid, that they don't make sense. Others say that dreams are telling of things going on in your life.

I don't know what to think. Even scarier, I don't know how to think about it.

All I know is hate, and...

I hate the fact that I'm so hopelessly attracted to girls. That, or, being hopelessly attracted to the prospect of becoming one. A part of me wishes I could be... normal, whatever that means.

I just don't get it. Someone I know underwent knee surgery, and still came out being... more positive than I am.

I've gone through nothing compared to them. Just some first-world issues called gender identity. I'm just a stupid guy who wants to be a girl.

...

It's no secret that I hate myself. I hate being everybody's rock. I was there when my brother couldn't handle himself in an abusive relationship (he was abused, emotionally). I was there when my father spat into my grandfather's face. I was there when mom threw dad's iphone into the floor, seven or so years ago, when he became depressed after an ankle injury, and couldn't work for awhile. I was there when people told me to fuck off with my “sperm guitar”. I was there when mom was stressed out with work.

...

Nobody was there. Nobody was there for me when I hit myself. I only stopped when I could not take the pain.

Nobody was there for me when I admitted I couldn't feel anything. I shut up about it. Eventually apathy becomes a blessing.

Nobody was there for me when I helped my brother out with his relationship. I went to sleep worrying about him, especially after every episode of his ex emotionally abusing him. I feared for his life; like me, he's sensitive. And she hurt him. Irreparably. I see it in his eyes, how scared he is to be vulnerable. So, I bring out his vulnerability, with Gyoza (my stuffie duck). But I digress.

Will anybody be there, for me?

Do I even want anybody there, for me?

Those words sound so foreign, that, I have to make sure I'm willing myself to say them.

Honestly, if you're reading this, go fuck yourself. I don't want you around. I just want to be alone so I can be put out of my fucking misery. Killing me would be a mercy, compared to having me be around, as everybody's rock.

I can't do this anymore.

I don't want to, anymore.

...

them: “Prioritize life! Come to us, and don't die.”

me: “Why? You've got your second-chance woman here.” (I played a support/healer character, if it explains anything.)

them: “Because we'd be in a 2v3! I don't care what binary you are in.”

That's... kinda true - whatever I identify as doesn't change the outcome of a virtual fight.

Still... it got me questioning.

And, inevitably, it all leads me down to the same question:

Why am I like this?

...

That was the same question my ex-partner asked me. In her exact words,

her: “things happened that led you to be this way”

her: “we gotta look back in time to see how that problem showed up”

me: “what if I told you...”

me: “it just happened, when I was 7?”

her: “cant be it just happened 🙃”

so...

...what happened?

I wish I knew.

Do you, for one moment, think that I'd want to keep ogling girls?

That I'd want to feel lovesick for a life that isn't mine, because of how I was born?

That I'd want to keep envying people of the opposite gender, so much so, that I'd get envy over a fucking animate flower in a fucking video game?

gosh.

...why?

What is wrong with me?

... Is the very concept of me, wrong?

[mazeinthemiroh]

Hi!! Can I request an Ateez reaction to you being unusually cuddly and just latching onto them after a long day? Maybe because you're upset about something, or just tired, on your period etc. I've been feeling really tired lately and the thought of cuddling the fuck out of them is one of the few remaining things that keep me going lol. But if you don't want to write this, that's completely fine too of course!!! Thank you and have a nice day :) ❤️

ateez reaction to you being in need of comfort

genre: fluff

word count: 1k

warnings: joong's and hwa's reactions are sort of like mini scenarios?? idk it still cute and fluffy all the same

author's notes: lowercase intentional. oh anon i totally feel you on this one :( i am super proud of you, please get some rest when you can. i hope these reactions make you feel a little better. sending lots of love <3

hongjoong

it had been a long, stressful week, to say the least. so you decide to join hongjoong in the studio one afternoon. you'll be sitting with him quietly, watching him do his thing. but the need for physical contact took over you. you decide to get up, walking over to him, at first wrapping your arms around him from behind. he smiled fondly at your touch, turning around to look at you. what he didn't expect was to see tears glisten over your eyes. "jagi..." hongjoong's voice was soft, quiet, laced with sympathy and love. he turned his chair around to face you fully and pulled you onto his lap. "i'm sorry joongie" you whimpered as you hugged him tightly. "i'm just a bit tired and sensitive today that's all." hongjoong would shush your apologies and rub circles on your back to soothe you. "it's okay, i got you."

seonghwa

life just wasn't treating you right lately. you had become emotionally exhausted and it took a big toll on you. so when you slipped into seonghwa's room, you didn't want to make eye contact with him. he immediately notices your uncharacteristic demeanour. "y/n? you okay sweetie?" he inquired. finally giving in and looking at him, you burst into tears, not being able to control yourself anymore. seonghwa would rush up to you, extremely concerned. he would scoop you up in his arms and cradle you, letting you cry into his neck. he himself would probably be emotional and distressed from your crying in general. you cling onto him for the rest of the night and he clings onto you too. there's no way he's letting you go.

yunho

yunho is such an easy boyfriend. if you want space? he will give it to you. similarly, if you want to hang off of him like a koala bear the whole day, who is he to deny such a request? yunho just loves to know that he is your source of comfort. his way of soothing you is by distracting you from any negative thoughts by talking about other different random things. he likes to make jokes here and there because he wants to see you smile <///3 but all this time he is using the sweetest, softest voice for you. as much as he likes joking around he does take your emotions seriously, so if he senses that his jokes aren't landing the way he wants them to, he will stop and provide you with a big bear hug <//3

yeosang

i know yeosang seems quite shy but he does like to feel needed/wanted. so on the days when you just need him to hold you and cuddle you softly, he would really like that. he is such a softie :(( he would just love cuddling in peaceful silence with you, both of you relaxing together and dwelling in each others company. you both are very comforted. if you are just tired, it is easier for him to comfort you, getting you relaxed and making you comfortable enough to drift off to sleep in his arms. however, if you are sad, he might be a little awkward at first, not knowing how to comfort you. he would likely stay silent and pull you in for a tight hug, letting you cry and vent to him about anything.

san

he is like an expert in comforting you because he knows exactly what to say and do to make you feel better. san is would be just as clingy as you tbh. he just lives and thrives off of cuddles so when you tell him you are sad and weak and just want to be close to him the boy literally melts. 'ahh my baby you have nothing to worry about, i'm here" he would say in his cute pouty voice that he does, all to make you feel better. he will sit you on his lap and cuddle you so close, cooing and kissing all your worries and negative thoughts away. looking at you with so much affection in his eyes, he will not stop saying how much he loves you.

mingi

this guy wants cuddles all the time like it's not a joke. he might stiffen up a bit when he sees you upset because he is anxious he might say or do the wrong thing and possibly hurt your feelings or make things worse. but he tries his very best. you will both get into your pyjamas and he will pull you onto his chest so you guys are all snuggly together. he will probably put on a comfort movie and play with your hair, whispering different compliments here and there: "you look so beautiful today" and "i can't believe you're mine." would feel proud if you fell asleep on him, because he knows he's made you feel relaxed <3333

wooyoung

"why are you latching onto me huh? did you miss me that much today?" wooyoung's tone would be playful as he teased you, feeling your arms wrapped around his form in a back hug. when he doesn't hear you respond he turns around to face you, and after seeing your tearful and exhausted face, he softens and pulls you in for a deeper hug. "well i still don't think you missed me as much as i missed you baby" he says in a gentler tone, giving you a reassuring squeeze before plopping on the couch with you, cuddling the night away.

jongho

jongho isn't used to you being extra cuddly. he doesn't really know what to do at first, sort of quirking up an eyebrow when you continue to hang onto him and embrace him. but he will accept your affection with a light-hearted chuckle. still, he can sense something isn't quite right. "you okay, jagi?" he would ask in a soft but firm voice. when you lower your gaze, he would reach out to grab your hand and pull your body closer to his. "tell me what's wrong then. i'm here. i'm listening."

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just found out I have covid (again!) so I’m here to ask for some stepdad!H to get me through my isolation week, if not I completely understand and am sending my love always!

Of course anon! I'm sorry about you getting covid (again) (；′⌒`) I hope you feel better soon!!

This one is based off this anon request: Can I have soft sex with stepdad harry? Please? Pretty please ? I'm begging you. Im a Sucker for your stepdad au and I want some a sweet and soft harry. PLEASE ?🥺😭 3k words

Warning: Smut, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter (DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO IT), cheating

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You were feeling a bit sad. Your period was due any minute, you were very bloated and sensitive emotionally, and now putting your bra on was a pain - a literal pain. Your breasts were a bit swollen and it was uncomfortable putting your bra on. It was frustrating. You were just sad and frustrated and emotional and puffy.

Then to top it off your mom had invited a friend over for dinner so you felt like going without a bra just wasn’t an option, even if it would have felt so much better. A guest also meant being sort of social and of all days, today you were not at your best and thinking of what to talk about and having to answer questions about yourself (everyone your mom's age always seemed to ask you a million questions about college and what your future plans are).

You slid your dress on over your head. At least the dress was comfortable and was one of your favorites. You stared at your reflection in the mirror and talked yourself up then sighed, here we go.

In the living room Harry and your mom were sat on the couch and your mom’s friend Cheryl was on the loveseat. They were laughing about something and you forced a smile as you joined them, sitting on the end of the couch.

Conversation went just as expected. Cheryl asked about your major and then what your plans were for when you graduate. Then she asked the one question that should be banned from all casual discussions; if you have a boyfriend.

You stayed polite and answered the questions but were relieved when Harry interrupted you before you could answer the boyfriend question. He changed the subject entirely and moved the spotlight off of you. You were definitely giving him heart eye after that. He could tell you were not feeling very well.

Dinner was actually very good. You were hungry and your mom and Harry made a really good meal that made the whole boyfriend interaction with Cheryl worth it.

But once you put the plates away you waved at your mom and Harry and said you were tired and so you were just gonna turn in for the night. You said goodbye to Cheryl and the moment your foot hit the stairs to head to your room and everyone was out of sight, you pulled your dress off over your head and then immediately plucked at the back of your bra and popped it off with a sigh of relief.

In your room with your door closed you put a t-shirt on and then laid onto your back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling.

You were woken up to a knock at your door, “Yes?” you spoke in a groggy voice.

“Hey, Cheryl and I are going out for some drinks and to have girl chat. You okay? You seemed a little sad at dinner,” your mom moved into the room and sat at the edge of your bed.

“I’m okay. Just PMS a little. Tired and grumpy,” you said as you turned your head to watch your mom as you stayed on your back.

“Awww, well, I have some Pamprin if you need it. It’s in the master bathroom, second drawer by the wall. Okay? Do you need anything else before I head out?”

You shook your head and your mom leaned down to give you a kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone in your room.

The moment she closed the door you began to cry. Because it was so overwhelming to have her being sweet to you when you were worth nothing more than the dirt on the bottom of her shoes. You were scum. Worse than scum.

You rolled to your side and let your tears pour out. You needed a good cry. Not only were you emotional because your period was coming, but you truly felt deep guilt for the things you were doing with Harry behind your mom’s back.

Not long after your mom had left the house grew quiet at her absence. And just like you knew it would happen, Harry came into your room.

“Not tonight, Harry,” you croaked as you wiped your face and tried to hide that you were crying.

He didn’t respond but you felt the bed dip behind you when he sat down, “Hey, are you okay?”

You sniffed and opened your eyes to see the dark sky and moonlight shining into your window, illuminating your bedroom.

“I just feel so off. I think my period is going to start soon and I’m pretty sensitive today. I just need to sleep.”

It was quiet for a moment but you knew Harry was still there because the bed hadn’t shifted under his movement to get up. That’s when you felt his palm on your back, slowly rubbing up and down your spine.

“That’s okay. I can be here for you too, you know. If you want. Maybe I can just hold you until you fall asleep?” Harry’s voice was soft.

You turned your body to finally get a look at him in the dark on your bed, “Yeah. Okay,” you nodded.

Harry moved deeper onto the bed and laid next to you before pushing one of his arms under you and then pulled you into his chest so your face was against his shirt and you could smell his cologne.

It was comforting and warm. Harry’s slow breaths in and out, the shallow rise and fall of his chest had you lulling off to sleep quickly.

When you woke up you were still in Harry’s arms, pressed against his body. It was a feeling that you adored. You hated that you liked it so much, but you couldn’t help it.

It seemed that Harry was asleep. His breaths were light and his limbs were heavy. You tilted your head back to look up toward him, not that you’d be able to see much in the dark but you certainly would try. You wiggled an arm upward and put a hand on his face, slowly running your fingers over his scruff.

“Hmmm…” Harry groaned sleepily.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered.

“How do you feel?” Harry’s eyes finally opened as he spoke.

"A little better right now," and you were telling the truth. It really did feel good to be in Harry's arms. You rarely got to lie with him like this.

Harry shifted a bit and you felt his palm move over your thigh. He pulled your leg up over his hip and continued smoothing his hand on your skin. It felt nice to be like this with him; quiet and slow.

You still had your hands in between his body and yours and you were rubbing them over his shirt covered chest. You loved having your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles he worked hard for under his skin, so you lowered your hands to underneath his shirt and brought your flat hands upwards on his warm skin.

"Y'like touching my chest don't you, baby? I like when you touch me," he spoke softly.

"I do. Wish I could whenever I wanted," you let your fingertips lightly graze over his nipples and kept your eyes on his.

Harry's arm underneath your body was trapped but the hand he had smoothing over the skin on your bare thigh slowly dragged upward to your hip and then under your t-shirt. He rubbed your back gently and slowly.

Having his hands on your skin was doing things to you. Before you'd fallen asleep you weren't in the mood at all, but now you certainly were. You wiggled your hips and adjusted yourself so your center was pushed into Harry's. He was still wearing his pants. So you moved a hand downward toward his button and you kept your eyes on his.

Harry let out a soft laugh, "Want my pants off?"

You nodded, "Yeah."

Harry removed himself from you and sat up so he could undo his pants and he pulled them off his legs. You sat up and placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and moved them upward to the bottom hem of his boxer-briefs and Harry grasped your wrists, "What are you doing? I thought you just wanted rest?"

You furrowed your brow and opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find what you wanted to say. You were still frustrated and you knew that you wanted him inside of you but it felt like a lot to ask in that moment. You huffed and pouted.

"Is this what you want?" Harry spoke as he moved one of your hands upward over his crotch where you could feel him thickening underneath. His other hand he slide up your thigh and to the edge of your panties where he dragged his thumb along the elastic but not touching your warm center like you hoped.

You nodded and licked your lips, "Please."

Harry smiled and cocked his head to the side as he brought his hands up to your panties waistband to pull them down your hips and off your legs.

He gently nudged at you to lie down and he spread your legs, all in silence. When you noticed he was about to put his mouth onto your pussy you sat up, "Wait! I'm about to start my period, Harry. What if I'm bleeding a little?" You bit your lip.

Harry shook his head, "Do you really think that would stop me?" He put a finger through your labia and you were already slick for him. He rubbed over your clit and you keened when he hit that spot that worked so well for you.

"Look at that... you're already soaked and you're all swollen too, honey. Bet it's achy huh?"

You nodded, "But just... I want you inside of me. I need to feel really full right now and..." your breaths picked up when Harry didn't let up with his gesture over you clit, "... please."

Harry wouldn't say no, but he really did want to eat you out. He leaned over you and put his hands at the bottom of your t-shirt and lifted the material over your head. His warm palms massaged your tender breasts and you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt him squeeze.

"So tender. Poor baby. I'll be gentle," He spoke as he watched you and leaned in wrap his mouth around your left tit. Your nipples were already hard and his tongue darted around your pebbled skin and then he sucked at you. Moving to your right breast he palmed over your wetted one and rolled your nipple softly between his fingers as he sucked on the one in his mouth.

You moaned loud and bucked upward. You felt a storm of lust and need building in your tummy. You lifted your hips upward again and Harry released your nipple from his mouth with a laugh.

"Need Daddy's cock right now little one? Need me to make you feel good?" Harry pulled his briefs down his legs and then quickly put his hands back on your sore breasts.

You nodded, "Yes!"

"How do you want it? What feels best for you right now?" He was serious. He wanted to make sure you got whatever you wanted. Normally he'd take you how he wanted but right now you were sensitive and achy and needed special attention.

You laid back onto the soft bed and spread yourself, "Just like this. But slow, and soft. And deep inside of me so I feel you all the way up here," you slid your hand up your tummy to your belly button.

Harry groaned and put himself in between your legs and his cock was rock hard already. He loved feeling you around him. He'd never get tired of it. He'd never not want you.

With his eyes on yours and one hand holding his shaft, he nudged his tip to your entrance and slowly began penetrating your sensitive hole. You both moaned and gasped when he got past your tight opening. The initial plunge inward was always so tight but once his wide head was past your entry it was easier to glide into and out.

Your knees were bent, feet flat on the mattress, thighs spread wide as Harry worked himself into you slowly, in and out, and back in until he was pushed as deep as he could possibly go.

He kept a nice slow, languid pace, but he did pull back all the way so his tip was nearly out and then he'd slowly push back into you repeatedly. The way his thick cock traveled inside of you and stretched you when he pushed in, his tip grazing your g-spot each time he pulled out and pressed back in, you were moaning constantly from the pleasure he'd built in you.

"You need Daddy's cock so bad don't you?" Harry cooed at you as you whimpered at the slow, divine pace. You nodded and mumbled nonsense in response.

"I know, baby. I know. Gonna make you come on me and it'll help relieve that ache in your tummy, okay? Just let me take care of my girl," Harry spoke quietly and breathily. His own needs were being met as well. With you. Not just your pussy around him, slippery and tight, but with your coos and your eye contact. Your presence, your hands on him. He needed all of you.

The slow thrusts upward and his pelvis pressing into your clit had you quivering in lust. He felt so good inside of you, on top of you. His breathy moans meant something to you too. You loved that you made him feel good. You could tell he needed it too.

You grew wetter and wetter the more minutes that went on. With Harry's gently rocking into you it would take longer to orgasm, but you knew when you did, it would be explosive. Your bottom was wet with your arousal and Harry's long cock dipping into and out of your creamy cunt was hitting everything right.

Your bed barely moved under you, Harry's languid thrusts were so slow, but the noise of your wetness being fucked into and heavy breaths falling from your mouths filled your bedroom.

"Daddy!" You yelped when Harry thrusted in a little harder. He hadn't meant to do it but he was feeling so good and his orgasm was just around the corner so his motions became a little more irratic.

"Sorry baby. You just feel so fucking good. Gonna come on daddy's cock baby?" Harry gritted his teeth and grunted his words.

You smiled and nodded and Harry's slow thrusts became slightly faster, dipping in a little harder and deeper. The bed began to creak now as you both rounded the edge of your eventual highs.

"Such a good girl for Daddy. Taking his big cock with a smile. Baby I love you..." Harry paused his motions and he lifted himself a few inches and you saw the look on his face. He hadn't meant to say that.

Your own mouth dropped open and you smiled at him as you gasped your response, "Daddy I love you too!"

Harry panted and then dipped down to kiss your mouth and he picked up his cadence again, making the bed squeak and the springs bounce a little now.

He kept his mouth over yours and he grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers as he continued fucking into you.

You opened your mouth for his tongue and you felt your heart swell and your pussy began to flutter around his large dick. Your orgasm was blinding. You gasped and moaned into Harry's mouth when you started to come and Harry finally felt that was his permission to really fuck into you faster, harder.

With the slick sounds of your hole being penetrated repeatedly and the bed squeaking under you Harry finally released into your tender and puffy pussy, allowing himself to completely fill you up. He pushed into you deeply and with his final pump of come of he stilled his hips and his breath was heavy, deep.

He backed away from the kiss and looked down at your face. He could feel how you'd soaked his entire groin area. His pubic hair, his balls, drenched.

With his hands still holding yours he brought one up and kissed the back of your knuckles, "I mean it. I love you. Was that okay?"

You watched him kiss over your knuckles and with a sigh and your heart hammering in your chest you responded, "Yes. And I meant it too. I love you. I love you, Harry."

As much as you both wanted to lie together and fall asleep wrapped up in one another, you couldn't. You understood why he couldn't stay in your room. You drifted off to sleep with smile on your face and relief in your body.

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𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”