#I still melt at being called good girl though but good boy REALLY got me going

[thirstandhealing]

I spent most of Saturday sending men nudes on Reddit in exchange for being called good boy 💙

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

can we get butchfemme sevika/reader hcs please :3

GAWD yes. Lord, I've been waiting for this day lessgo

ButchFemme Sevika/Reader Headcanons

⚢ In typical butch fashion, her love language is acts of service

⚢ Loves to be fawned over ! Like “Omfg babe you’re sooo strong helping me put together furniture” and trust she is melting even though her face is expressionless and immoveable

⚢ She likes when you graze your long nails over her skin for back scratches and its all nice and light and tingly

⚢ She’s not much of a prettyboy (prettybutch…?) so she doesn’t really have a skincare routine but you have an extensive regimen so she memorizes all ur million little bougie products and gets you an extra to keep at ur place so you don’t have to eff up your skincare routine in favor of spontaneous sleepovers

⚢ Yeah she’s not too particular about her grooming in general. She lets you cut her hair even if you’re not super experienced with clippers. She still hypes you up even if you nick her ear when doing up her side shave/undercut.

“Oops! Sorry babe I think I got your ear…”

“Didn’t even feel it. You’re doing great baby keep going.”

⚢ On that note, pet names: For Sevika, its baby alll dayyyyyy ! She calls you baby, my girl, my pretty girl, my woman, etc. And as for what you call her, she always loves a “omg babe” moment. And “settle down there, cowboy” but in like a jesting sorta way. Also: “my butch.”

⚢ Stone top/pillow princess anybody?

⚢ Also: she’s ur cash cow. She loves buying you expensive shit and showing you off and showing off the expensive shit. You breathed in the direction of a particularly nice perfume? Surprise! It’s in your bathroom the following day. Like. It’s a theme. Especially in ur pre-relationship courting era. “Baby anything you want I get for you. Say the word I’ll buy for you the moon, the stars, et cetera, no one can provide for you like I can” blah blah blah

⚢ But you can’t be interrupting her card games tho. She’s like a teenage boy on the xbox with those things. Probs something to be worried about tbh.

⚢ And I’ve written this into a fanfic already, but that bitch wears boyshorts. I was thinking boxers for a while but I think that would be too much bulk over them skinny little plants she wears. I am a Sevika boyshorts TRUTHER

⚢ And she works out. Matter of fact, forget the prettybutch comment because Sevika WORKS OUTTT and I think she has resistance bands. Like she goes to an actual gym but around the house you’ll find her repping with those damn resistance bands to relieve stress or just cause she sees them and remembers.

⚢ And she works out to like. Classical music. Cause she’s a classy mothafuckaaa just absolutely getting ripped and her face is in a scary ass sneer but there's like ode to joy in the background

⚢ You pack her lunch. She gets flamed at work cause her paper bag is covered in lil hearts and stickers and kissy lipstick marks and its filled with sugary baked goods like pink sparkly cupcakes and fruity pastries cause u can’t cook. But by gawd u can bake.

⚢ That being said, she’s the cook in the relationship. Especially when it comes to meat. It’s problematic. Sevika’s version of “girl dinner” is straight up protein. Her typical meal is like. A rotisserie chicken + hard boiled eggs. It made you gasp the first time you saw her pull out one of her meal prep tins and it was just that.

⚢ Oh yeah and she meal preps

⚢ Claims she “doesn’t get sick” because her “immune system is just built different.”

⚢ When she does get sick, she refuses to chill out and let herself be sick and she tries to speedrun her way to health by taking too much vitamin C and then working out and cranking the heat to “sweat it out quicker.”

⚢ She knits to relieve stress

⚢ Sleeps topless and in undies. And a wife pleaser tank if its chilly.

[postracehair]

gold rush

max verstappen x reader | 2.4k

max verstappen stands across the room from you at someone else's party. he's not yours, but he could be.

cw: cursing, perhaps overly introspective, allusions to sex, kissing, semi-established relationship without commitment, confessions, being desperately in love with max

a/n: this is a little different from my usual style. i...wrote it in two parts while wine drunk and yearny and listening to gold rush by taylor swift on repeat. it's a lethal combo for a girl, let me tell you. posting in honor of today's qatar win. i really like this one. please be nice to me. <3

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It's torture.

Standing here across the room, glass in hand, watching.

He just looks so fucking good.

"Fuck me," you mutter. Some deep, animalistic urge tells you to bite clean through the rim of your wine glass. Chew on the shards until they're sand and swallow them easy as anything. It would probably be less painful than what you're currently doing.

Watching.

The object of your scrutiny straightens almost imperceptibly. A minuscule lengthening of his spine invisible to anyone who isn't examining his every move. For someone who is watched more often than not, you're surprised he feels your eyes on him.

But he does.

Max Verstappen turns away from his conversation partner slightly, a barely there shift of his chin to glance around the room. Blue eyes like the fucking ocean or some other cliche you can't think of right now. His focus face, you've called it. That got him to laugh, once, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes driving your heart into a frenzy.

Evaluating, cataloging. Looking for the racing line and finding -- you.

Leaning back on the wall not ten yards from him, wine glass in hand.

You're going to heat it up with your palm holding it like that, he'd told you once. You have to hold the stem.

They teach you that in Monaco? you'd teased.

Flirtations. One of a hundred, a thousand. Nothing memorable for him, you tell yourself. Each conversation an axis-shifting event for you.

It's embarrassing, actually. To want someone this much. To be one of millions.

But you know. You know how he looks in an empty room, how he mutters to himself when he folds his laundry, how he straightens his shoes against the wall of every hotel room.

You know him.

Maybe that's why this is dangerous. You've got ammo, you've got evidence. You know that Max Verstappen is like the rest of the world. A boy who wanted desperately turned into a man who has everything. And still wants.

Is that what binds us all together? The depth of our longing?

Max finds your gaze and holds it. The girl he's talking to -- pretty, smart. You know her peripherally -- keeps speaking, hand not holding her drink waving in the air, eyes focusing somewhere above his hairline.

Lots of people make this mistake. It's all in his eyes, if you can stand to look at them. Everything he's feeling. A challange that, once met, melts into an open door. He'll show you everything if you just step over the threshold, invited or not. Sometimes all we want is someone to bang on the door when we're already in bed. Make us get up, come downstairs. There you are. I was waiting for you.

The eyes tell you everything. You take a long sip of your wine and he watches, jaw ticking. He didn't shave today. The light stubble makes him look older, though you know his heart. Fluttering like a boy's, yearning like a child's. He wants just like you do. If only you knew what and just how much.

I don't know what comes next, he said. His head in your lap, hair soft and golden between your fingers. What else is there?

So much, you said. You traced the line of his nose with the pad of your thumb. That's the best thing about it.

About what?

Life.

There is a world in which you came to this party together. Distant, fuzzy. You mussed his hair with your hands after begging him to leave the gel on the shelf. He kissed off your lipstick before you made it out the door. The steady beat of his heart under your palm in the doorway, a sure reminder of the dip he makes in the universe. Your center, always orbiting around him.

Reality is louder. More crowded, smells like champagne and burnt pastry. It's a room full of people where you can only look at one. Where he's looking back.

You jerk your chin towards the back hallway, the one the leads to the bathroom only the girls go to in pairs. To debrief, to prepare. A secret from the hostess meant for moments of reprieve. At the very least, you'll need one of those.

It you're lucky, one of those will come to you on two legs and stormy eyes.

Could you be imagining it? Wouldn't be the first time you lived in your head a little too long. But -- fuck. The dreams you've had. The way you've looked at your life and slotted him into it. It's almost too easy, a game with no stakes. But the buy in is steep, nonrefundable. How you got here is irrelevant. You have to pay up.

You wind your way through laughing people, velvet dresses and barely buttoned shirts. Sparkly eye shadow and satin bows, well-wishes and chaste kisses. 'Tis the damn season, indeed. 

The hallway is quiet. No one in the bathroom, the door hanging open, light off. You lean back on the wall, glass loose in your fingers. Eyes closed, wondering if you'll wake up somewhere else. Somewhere you want less, somewhere your blood isn't singing, isn't begging you to get closer to him.

"You look nice," Max says. Your lips curve into a smile, a smirk, a grimace. Are they not all the same around him? Teeth showing, muscles out of control. He bypasses all of your sense, worms his way into your bloodstream with just a word.

"Thanks," you manage. Eyes open, now, and fuck, you feel it. Right in the chest, like a punch that digs beneath your ribs and takes its pound of flesh.

Max looks good. You saw it from across the room but here, in front of you, you can see it more clearly.

There's something about him. A boyishness that remains around the eyes, the mouth. Hopeful mischief, maybe. Eternal youth, promise, faith.

God. This would all be so much easier if you weren't in love with him.

He studies you. Takes his time, gaze tracing the lines of your face. Your brows, your lashes. Nose, lips. Lips. His eyes stop there.

"You were staring," he says. Never one to back down from a challenge. Never one to let you off easy. It's a compliment, the way he drags you to the ring. Keep up with me, he's saying. Make it interesting.

"Yeah," you say, slowly. It drips out of your mouth, lingers in the air between you. "You look good."

His eyes flash. You're meeting his expectations. Always hard to live up to those, when the standard he holds himself to is so damn high. He expects you to climb up that mountain, too. If only to show that you're wiling to. That he's worth it. That you want to.

And he does look good. Max values honesty above most things, but his cheeks flush all the same. It's pretty, not that you'd tell him that. Maybe one more glass of wine and you would. It's not an original thought, far from it, but you reach for him all the same, liquid courage loading the barrel and cocking the gun.

You cup his cheek, thumb pressing to the corner of his mouth. Like a marionette with his strings cut, he sighs. You breath with him, leaning in. Everything else fades away, the world turning around the place where his skin touches yours. Palm on his stubbled cheek, eyes locked like you're moored to each other.

This is why you haven't let him go. Because it's like this. It's insane.

And Max knows it.

"What are we doing?" he whispers. His throat bobs and he looks unsure. Not an expression you've seen on him very often, but maybe that's the punchline.

This matters to him. Maybe as much as it matters to you. He leans into your palm and the fingers of one hand curl around your hips, pressing hard enough to bruise. He carefully tugs your wine glass from your grip and sets it on the thin table in the hall before crowding you agains the wall.

"I don't know," you whisper back. You're close enough that he must feel your breath on this lips. It's inexplicable, this feeling -- you should know. You've tried.

He reorients everything, you've said over and over again. It's like I'm seeing the world for the first time, but with him in it.

His breath is hot on your lips. "I need you," he says. "I --" He swallows. Pupils swelling, mouth set. You half expect him to pull on a racing suit and get in the car.

"Max," you manage. It's not a surprise, not really, but it stings the way that only the things you want can. "I--

"Nothing else is like this," he says, sounding more sure than you've ever heard. "No matter what, or who, it's not like this. I'm always thinking of you."

Something inside you crumples. Your very bones, maybe. Your heart, surely. He can't just say these things.

"Don't say if it you don't mean it," you manage. Your throat is thick, tears resting just behind your eyes. It makes sense to no one else, this love. This passion, this soul tie.

"I mean it," he says, voice steady. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ask this of you, but I am. I'm asking."

Love me. Stick by me. Tell me you feel it, too.

You close your eyes again, but what appears behind your lids is no less than what's actually happening to you. This is the stuff of dreams, the deepest part of your heart that beats his name.

"I don't know how to do this," you whisper. His lips drag from your pulse point to your ear.

"Me neither," he replies. "But we have to try."

"I've wanted you for so long," you gasp. His fingers have snuck under the hem of your shirt, nails scratching up and down your back. "Max--"

Your name is a prayer on his tongue, a blessing, a benediction. A plea. You've never felt so safe as when he is at your altar.

"Let's go," he says. "Let's get out of here."

The where doesn't matter. The how, the why, the when. It doesn't matter.

Sometimes, things just happen the way they are supposed to. Lovers unite, reunite, and love. Is that not enough?

"Bet you say that to all the girls."

Your voice is hoarse, ragged. The opposite of his well-honed determination, his tunnel vision. You wanted this, didn't you? But you're stalling. Having and wanting are different.

"No," Max says. "Hey, look at me."

For all your talk, you keep doing anything he asks. It's so easy. You are so safe in his hands, even if they burn.

He presses his lips to the corner of your mouth and you open your eyes. Despite the drinks you watched him down they're clear. Ablaze with certainty.

"Max," you whisper. His nostrils flare.

"Just you," he says. "You have me. Just you."

He does this thing, when he's away. You bought him a keychain -- a lion, of course -- on a whim. Figured he'd throw it in a drawer somewhere and forget about it. But then he sent you a photo from a country you've never been to, holding up his keys, the lion dangling in the sunlight.

You get photos from all around the world, now.

Maybe...maybe, you can believe him. Maybe you can take. Maybe dreams can bleed into waking.

What else is there to do? His jaw ticks, lips parted as he exhales. You feel it, warm and shaky. That won't do.

The kiss doesn't surprise him. It's inevitable, a corner he's driven in his sleep, the finish line that always waits for him. Max always knows where he is going and maybe he knew you were on the way here, too.

And god, does he know how to kiss you. You're the one who leans in but he takes the wheel quickly, one hand pressing into your lower back under your shirt and the other dragging up your ribs to settle on your jaw. He licks into your mouth like there's a secret to find, like he can peel back your layers and find your heart in his palms, beating in time with his.

Nights in his bed, slow mornings watching him wake. Phone calls just to hear you breathe, texts and gifts and hints that, if you'd just say so, this could be more. This could be it.

But he's waited. You realize he's waited for you.

"You have me," you say, pulling away with a gasp. His lips chase yours, hovering so close that every word makes them brush. Your hands are woven in his hair, noses pressed together. Almost one person. "Max," you breathe. "You have me."

There are a thousand ways this could go wrong. Even if your world orbits around him, even if his heart is magnetized to yours, a star in the sky always pointing north -- reality is not so kind. It will be hard. No one will understand. People will want what you have, what you will hold dear for the rest of your life.

But it doesn't matter. Because Max -- a world champion, a boy who wanted who became a man who had everything -- is holding you. He smiles so wide it spreads to you, two smiles pressed together in the dim light of someone else's party.

"Okay," you whisper. "Okay, let's go."

He kisses you once more, sloppy, teeth clacking, and grabs your hand. Out of the hall, through the party, barely a word for anyone else. Everybody wants you, you told him once. Hm, he'd said. I don't know about that.

But he gleams. He shines, flushed cheeks and bright eyes as he looks back to check that you're still there. Squeezing your hand in his, a man on a mission. Following that racing line all the way home, all eyes on him. But he knows where he's going.

Out of the party and onto the quiet street, breath floating up and away in excited puffs. Under the streetlight Max looks ethereal. Beautiful, boyish, in love. He's a dream come to life.

Your dream. Looking back at you like he's thinking the same.

He says your name like he's been looking everywhere and finally found you. Reaching the end of the road, throwing the door open and falling to his knees. An answer. The answer.

He kisses you on the empty street. You fall, and fall, and fall.

Together.

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

NSFW Copia HCS

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He's been a switch all his life, having bottomed more at first, and in his time as cardinal due to a lack of confidence and or inexperience he preferred to let another take the lead, but now as Papa he's got more confidence(at least when donning the paint, it boosts his confidence a lot) and he is comfortable topping more, but still likes to be taken charge off at times.

Topping or bottoming, I don't care. this man is noisy and loud as FUCK. Whimpering, whining, moaning, gasping, groaning, babbling, begging and growling, you name it.

He doesn't really have any sort of favorite position, but he does enjoy cowgirl a lot, and he WILL have you (s)creaming and seeing stars during doggy style.

Ever the pleaser, this guy has the biggest oral fixation. And with big I mean HUGE (wink wink.)

Like. If you identify as female and or wear panties, he'll ask you if he can take them if you'll be gone for a bit, if he leaves for tour or anything, or he'll just keep them in his room. Whatever the circumstances he'll take them, lay them out on his face and inhale your scent like it's cocaine. He'll lick at the fabric to taste you and smell you as he jacks off to the thought of eating you out.

If you are a guy or identify as one, he'll stick his fingers down his throat and suck them, or beg you to let him suck your fingers. (Or your cock, of course, strap on or a real one, he doesn't care.)

Gender does not matter at all. Ass is ass, taints are taints. Thighs are thighs.

If you peg him or yall do anal, bend him over a desk, counter top, table, anywhere. He is a sucker for feeling helpless and letting you rail him up the ass like a good little boy.

Praise kink. PRAISE. KINK. As cardinal, hearing a partner tell him how good he was was infernal paradise. He felt so small and like he wasn't enough, and there you were calling him nice things and praising him, it hit him like music to his ears and he'd disparately hump your leg as you kept on his running your hand through his hair and praising him.

Even as a papa, even though he has more confidence, he still loves being praised, he works so hard, and hearing you call him a good boy as he does whatever you ask, or even when he's topping, he melts.

Is he an old man? Yes. Are those hips SMOOTH AS FUCK? Yes. Like, we have all seem the Jesus He Knows Me vid. The way his hips thrust and sway so smoothly while the rest of his entire body is just still, just hanging there? That hip control. Yes please.

No matter if he puts on a tough act, he'll always end up begging and whimpering even though he's in control whenever he's about to cum.

He's a sucker for some cuddle sex. Just laying there whilst you slowly make love, still in a spooning position and hearing all your soft gasps and pleas is hypnotizing.

Definitely gets you juice boxes and chocolates (and lots of kisses and snuggles) as aftercare, making sure your sugar levels are right.

Perhaps he'll give you a massage too if you're sore and you allow him.

bite his thighs.

Lick and suck at his nipples. They are sensitive. Play with them for long enough and he'll easily cum from just that, it's perfect.

Leave hickeys and marks on his insecurity and you will never hear him complain about them again. Connected to the praise kink, he loves some worship, giving, but most definitely receiving too. His cute soft tummy deserves lots of kisses.

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A/N: Kind of short but I'm having brain errors and I can't think of anything, but once my errors are over perhaps I'll make a part two to this.

Taglist: @sweatandwoe @lightbluuestars @ghoulettka @copias-girl @papasmicstand @random-bl-fan

[makeadealwithdean]

nsfw — 18+ only, harringrove smut

Billy inhaled the smoke into his lungs and let it out with a soft puff. The boy in the passenger seat beside him was still rambling on about something or other. Not that Billy wasn’t listening— just it was really fucking hard to pay attention to what Steve was saying when he looked that damn good.

Fuck— Harrington. Billy hadn’t been lying when he’d called him “pretty boy” so soon after they’d first met. ‘Course he was able then to pass it off as teasing, taunting, even. Like a good, old-fashioned, high school rivalry. No one would possibly read into that.

Billy guessed it was different if you were on the receiving end of said taunting, since reading into it had gotten Steve to where he was now, sitting in the front seat of Billy’s infamous Camaro. In an empty parking lot.

“And so then, somehow, I got roped into giving them rides everywhere and—”

“Jesus, Harrington!” Billy interrupted, throwing his cigarette butt out the window and onto the asphalt. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

Steve snapped his mouth shut fast, turning towards Billy and looking almost hurt in his soft eyes. But upon catching the wicked grin spreading across Billy’s face, his expression shifted from absolutely appalled to slightly confused, and yet, intrigued.

“Um…yeah?” Steve began hesitantly. “I do shut the fuck up, mostly when I’m not being forced to carry the whole conversation, Hargrove.”

And there was that bitchy, “King Steve” attitude Billy had heard so much about. Good, he thought, all the more satisfying when I’m the one to make him close that pretty mouth.

Billy smirked at Steve’s pouty lips, his huffy shoulders, now facing more towards the passenger side window than straight ahead, and huffed a laugh.

“And what’s so funny to you?” Harrington snapped. His snarl reminded Billy of, mmm, an angry kitten. He was just about as intimidating as one and twice as cute. “Y’know, I don’t appreciate you asking me to hang out with you, and then the second I do, you—”

Billy scoffed, interrupting him again and still smirking.

“Y’know,” Billy mimicked his tone, “you keep talking, and all I can hear is you begging me to shut that mouth for you.”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock, “I— I don’t— um, what—”

Billy rolled his eyes, “C’mere, pretty boy.”

He reached forward, his fingers finding the nape of Steve’s neck, just barely brushing through those famous Harrington locks, and gently pulled him closer. To Steve’s credit, he didn’t pull away, and soon Billy’s hand was cradling his jaw, he was leaning in, and Harrington was letting him.

Billy hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath, but then their lips touched, and Billy definitely sighed. Steve’s lips were melting onto his, and fuck yeah— so this is what kissing Steve Harrington felt like.

Billy guessed he couldn’t blame the girls he’d heard tittering at school about “making out with Steve” accompanied with dramatic, dreamy sighs, cause this was something else.

He’d intended for this kiss to break the ice, get his intentions across, etc. But he hadn’t accounted for the softness of Steve’s lips, the barely-there flick of his tongue, and the intensity with which he returned Billy’s initial touch.

Harrington’s palms were cupping his cheeks now, and though he seemed content to let Billy take the lead, he mirrored each of his touches with a growing passion.

Billy’s hands were everywhere in an instant, Steve’s thighs, his neck, his chest. They dipped inside his jacket, and the boy shivered into his touch. Billy smirked into the kiss at the reaction he’d elicited and decided right then and there that he needed more.

He fumbled for the hem of Steve’s shirt, unwilling to tear their mouths apart, and upon finding it, slid his hand underneath the fabric and up the soft bare skin. He traced the outlines of Steve’s curves, the firm edges and contours of his muscles, up into a patch of hair dancing between his pectorals that Billy hadn’t even known existed until this very second.

“Shit, fuck,” he muttered into Steve’s mouth. Billy’s cock twitched in his blue jeans at the feeling on his fingertips. If he’d been half hard before, he was definitely fully up now.

He reached up into Harrington’s pretty brown hair and tugged, effectively tipping the boy’s head back, and breaking the kiss. Steve let out the prettiest moan Billy had ever heard as his lips pressed against his neck for the first time.

Billy showered the pale skin with kisses, soft at first— then harsher, biting and sucking, and relishing in the gasps and moans that fell from those pouty lips.

“Billy,” Steve sighed, his hands roaming all over the tan skin of the boy in front of him. “Shit— Billy—” he forced each word out in a new breath, almost like he was gasping for air. “Fuck— I—”

“Hmmm?” Billy hummed, letting the very tip of his tongue trail up towards Steve’s earlobe.

Steve was grabbing onto his thighs, thumbs brushing the outline of Billy’s dick, over and over again, like he was willing the fabric separating them to disappear. “N-need— Ohh.”

Steve’s moan was nothing short of sinful when Billy let his hand drop to the boy’s crotch, where, as he’d hoped, his jeans were now tenting painfully. “Mm, what do you need, baby?”

Steve only hummed as Billy pressed the heel of his hand against his hardness, like he couldn’t remember what it was he’d needed.

“Use your words, hm? S’all you wanted to do a second ago, remember?”

Steve squeezed his hand over Billy’s dick again, “Wanna— feel you?” He’d said it like a question, but suddenly Steve was moving, pressing Billy back into the seat and climbing into his lap. He straddled him easily, sitting back onto Billy’s upper thighs, maneuvering until their clothed erections were pressed against each other.

Billy sat back and watched as Steve pecked his lips once before attacking the buckle of his belt.

“Holy fuck, yes,” Billy groaned as he watched the angel sitting atop him prying at the leather that sat so snuggly around the denim at his waist. He lifted his hips up to give him a hand and started working at Steve’s own belt.

When they’d both succeeded in ridding each other of the offending material, Steve had the button of Billy’s jeans popped and the zipper down before he could even blink. He was working Billy’s cock out of its confines by the time Billy found any words at all, and even when he did, all he could come up with was—

“Eager there aren’t we, Harrington?” though it didn’t come off quite as confident as he’d hoped. Not when his hips were practically rutting up into Steve’s hands on their own accord, and his breathing sounded like he’d just hiked a damn mountain.

“I guess we are,” now it was Steve’s turn to smirk, though his hips were moving slightly too, like they were fighting to meet Billy’s. His breath was warm and somehow sweet, and tendrils of his always-perfect hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He guided Billy’s hands to the button of his own jeans, and muscle memory must’ve been helping cause thank god Billy managed to free Steve’s length without too much fumbling.

Steve pushed first his own jacket off his shoulders, before coaxing Billy’s off. He slipped off his shirt, but left Billy’s shirt on him, opting instead to only unbutton it all the way, leaving the bronze expanse that was Billy’s chest fully bare to him.

“Touch me, Billy,” Steve murmured, and Billy coaxed him up onto his knees so that he could tug his jeans and boxers down as far as their position would let him.

Steve’s hands were on the back of the seat on either side of Billy’s head, and Billy took this golden opportunity to not only grab Steve’s ass, but also to tip him forward enough to bury his face in that soft patch of hair on his chest.

Their cocks were trapped against their bare stomachs, sliding and rubbing against each other as Billy pulled Steve’s hips towards him over and over again. Steve’s tip was leaking pre-come all over, and Billy was dying to taste it. Next time. Right now, he needed to come. Fast.

Something about the most perfect boy he’d ever seen basically, practically riding him was proving to be way too much for his brain (or his dick) to handle. He reluctantly released Steve’s ass, giving him a harsh squeeze and a little smack, before holding up his palm to Steve’s mouth.

“Spit,” he ordered. Steve obliged and sat back a little, allowing Billy to grab both his own aching cock in one fist and Steve’s in the other.

“C’mon, doll,” he panted, rhythmically stroking his own dick while the fist around Steve’s remained still. “Fuck m’fist. Wanna see you put on a show for me.”

“Fuck, baby!” Steve moaned loudly at Billy’s words, deciding that yes, that was hot as hell, so he’d do as the blond commanded him. He braced his hands on Billy’s shoulders for an experimental thrust of his hips.

“Thaaat’s it,” Billy praised him as he slowly gained speed to match the other’s fist. “So good for me, aren’t you?”

Steve whimpered, nodding as the pressure in his dick only seemed to build. His release was coming fast, but he desperately wanted to wait for Billy. Luckily, Billy must’ve felt Steve’s cock twitch in his fist.

“Yeah, baby?” he huffed as Steve pressed their foreheads together briefly before tossing his head back in pleasure. Fuck, he was beautiful. “You gonna come for me?”

Steve nodded and whimpered again, his eyes pleading, like he was begging Billy to keep talking.

“You wanna come all over my fist, Stevie? All over my chest, huh?” Billy wasn’t gonna last much longer. “You wanna come with me, baby?”

Those must’ve been the magic words, because Steve gasped like Billy had just given him a gift, “Yes, please— let me— with you!”

“That’s it, doll. Perfect,” the blond panted back in short breaths. “I’m gonna come, you gonna come? C’mon— oh fuck yeah—” He grunted, his forehead dipping onto Steve’s chest as white ropes shot from his cock, covering his fist and splattering against Steve’s stomach.

“Shit— shit, Billy!” Steve called as the other’s orgasm pushed him over the edge. Streaks of creamy white covered Billy’s fist and chest as he worked them both through their releases. Steve shuddered against him when he let go to grab a towel from the floorboard, hunching over his body, caging him in and not caring that he was smearing their cum all over both of their chests. He sighed, satisfied, and Billy couldn’t help but bask in the post-orgasm glow, Steve Harrington in his lap, his hot breath fanning over his neck.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “I gotcha.” Steve kissed his hair softly and laid his cheek on Billy’s shoulder.

He was hesitant to do it— he usually never let himself relax after sex, but he couldn’t bring himself to push Steve off. More than that, he didn’t want to. He wanted to sit here, run his fingers up and down the boy’s back, comfort him or calm him, whatever he needed. He wanted to pull him close and hold him tight; this felt nothing like the after-sex usually did. Somehow, this was safe, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Yep, Billy decided. Cleanup and the towel could wait.

beta’d by my love @hintsofhoney i love you I love you

Work for @billyhargrovebingo and @steveharringtonbingo

Squares filled: B3 "Put on a show" (Billy bingo) and A3 "Harringrove" (Steve bingo)

Title: do you ever shut up?

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Smut, literally just car sex, no penetration

AO3 link

[atinylittlepain]

Clementines

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy universe

a/n | thank you to darling orange peel anon, there's no warnings on this one, just a lot of love :')

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2005

“Steve, can you peel this for me?”

“Yeah, let me see.” Young knees, small knees, smeared with dirt and an errant band-aid, bend and curve right next to his, sitting down close on the porch step. Late in the day, the sun starting to drip and falter, warm orange melt that’s washing the backyard in syrupy light, the summer heat starting to cool. 

“What’s this about you calling me Steve, huh?” He tries to ask it casual, hands making careful work of the clementine she gave to him, because he knows she likes it when he peels it all in one spiraling go. Mom doesn’t do it like you do, and yes, maybe he likes that a little too much. 

“That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m dad too. Always gonna be dad to you, babe.” Her eyes are watching his hands, a quiet mmmmokay, though it’s clear she’s a little more invested in the final flourish of the peel, all in one go. 

“Thank you, Steve.” He tries hard not to sigh at that. 

“Gonna share with me?” 

“I guess.” With all the brass and bluster of an uptight heiress humoring a plebe, though she still offers him a segment, still sitting so close that her elbow is hooked over his knee. They sit in an easy silence for a while, the scent of citrus lingering and mixing with sunscreen, sun-worn after a day outside, lulling in a faint haze of cicada song and shimmering heat. Maybe a little delirious from the sweet simmer, he could swear they’re being joined by angels, a halo of fierce setting sun around them as they tromp through the tall grass toward the porch. 

“Daddy, look what I found!” Sometimes still unsure on her legs, bumbling and brashing and the younger of their pair. She looks just like Andy when she’s excited, he thinks, same smile, same eyes, holding out a small palmful of rocks to show him. Lately, he has gotten very good at getting excited about rocks, oohing and awing, squinting up to Andy, knowing smiles passed between them. They got Violet a rock tumbler at the start of the summer and she seems to find something every day to put in it, lining her polished treasures up on the windowsill in her room. 

“Nice finds, babe, this one is really pretty.” There’s a brief squabble when the older of the pair plucks one of the rocks out of the younger’s hands, little whine, little snit that they’re quick to soothe and smooth. Andy sits down on the other side of him on the steps, presses a quick kiss to the corner of his jaw before producing another clementine from the pocket of her overalls, an easy enough distraction, if you ask nicely daddy’ll peel it for you, Vi. And then the sweetest, smallest, daddy, peel it for me, please, somewhere between question and command, and he’s never saying no to that, not ever. And so Violet stands with small hands on his knees, watching rapt as he makes easy work of the peel, something he already knows he’s going to miss, someday, older, and no longer believing in this easy magic. Andy reaches behind him in the meanwhile, gentle palm between Margot’s shoulder blades and you alright over there? And when Margot answers with an easy yeah, mom, Steve scoffs, just a little dramatic as he hands Violet her clementine, perfectly peeled.

“Oh, so she gets to be mom, but I’m Steve? How you wound me.” Already embarrassing, but he’ll still take it when Margot groans, rolls her eyes, looks like Andy then too, with an ugh, dad. Already too cool for him and yes, if anyone’s asking, he’s dreading the high school years. 

“Will you peel one for me, baby?”

“Do you have an endless supply of clementines in your pockets, or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m afraid this is my last one, but I’ll share it with you.”

“Well, in that case.” As he’s peeling the third and final clementine, Violet offers the last segment of hers to Margot, a simple enough exchange that still makes his heart swoop in a lovely way, the both of them taking off afterward to go look for caterpillars, one of their few shared passions. 

He and Andy watch their girls roam the backyard as they share the last of the fruit, hands brushing hands, quiet and sweet. Three coiled peels are slumped next to him on the step, all perfect, all in one go. And at first, he isn’t sure what she’s doing, taking his hand in hers, though it clicks, quick, when she places his palm over her stomach, a nervous smile jumping in the corners of her mouth. 

“Really?”

“I think so, took a test this morning.”

“Oh honey.” Wonder, perfect, preening wonder, and he’s already surging toward her to press a kiss dissolving in laughter to her lips, Andy breathing out a haughty we’ve got to stop, two was insane enough, but three? We’re goners, baby and not meaning it, at all, because they’re both smiling so big and nothing but warm, fingers still stained and scented with citrus, whispering love, whispering wonder to each other. 

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1991

“Here, let me, I have a trick for it.” They should be studying, really. Finals loom, just a few more weeks, but the slow creep of senioritis, coupled with a beautiful stretch of weather, is making this last sprint to the finish awfully difficult. It seems like just about everyone is out on the quad today, in various states of undress, tank tops and shorts and bare feet on sprawled-out blankets. Andy lays next to him on their respective patch of grass, on her stomach, bare feet poised and swinging in the air, with her head propped in her hand, eyebrows raising over the tops of her sunglasses. She rolls the clementine she had been picking at into his hand, shifting onto her side to watch him work at it. 

“You know what Eddie told me?’’

“What?”

“He’s not wearing anything under his robe for graduation.”

“Jesus Christ, he’s telling everyone that.”

“I told him I support his endeavors.”

“Don’t encourage him, he’ll just up the ante, and I’d rather not deal with my parents getting flashed by one of my best friends.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Knowing Eddie, I wouldn’t rule anything out.” She laughs, oh please, Steve, still watching his hands as he finishes his work, leaving the peel in one long spiral, a simple pleasure. 

“Hmm, impressive, bet you show that trick to all the girls.” Waggle of her eyebrows, though her snark is softened by her offering half of the clementine back to him. He grins with a sweet sour slice held between his molars, squinting in the bright haze of sun and warmth. 

“Only the ones I really like, honey.” 

[holylulusworld]

G & CSP (4) - How to become a villain

Summary: After Steve messed up (aka talked to some other woman) he tries to make amends and get to know you better.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Villain!Reader

Warnings: implied smut, a little teasing/making out, idiots in love

Written for: Winter Break Advent: Day 7 - Close proximity

Catch up here: Blurb (3) - The first fight

Goddess & Captain Sassypants masterlist

“Don't you just want to let go and have the bad girl, a villain for once?" You purr and run your fingers through his hair to mess it up a little.

Your lips brush over Steve’s. You breathe against him but don’t touch his lips. If he wants a kiss, he must beg you for it.

He’s the one giving in first. Steve cups your face and presses his lips to yours. He devours your mouth, making you gasp against his soft lips.

Steve smiles at the memory. You opened up to him even more. And now, you crossed a line. Your flirty banter and all the teasing ended in a night of passion. (According to you.) Steve would call it making love.

“So,” Steve clears his throat. He’s still not back in your good graces. (at least not completely.) You took it to heart that he ruined your fifth date fight in the park. 

The bench you sat on that day didn’t make it out alive. The same goes for the woman’s car, her apartment, and almost her dog too.

The last one was an accident! 

You tried to rip her handbag off her shoulder only to watch her dog fly off the roof. Of course, you saved the poor dog just in time. 

She didn’t get it back, though. Let’s say Carl got the dog he always wanted, and the woman is missing an accessory she loved to carry around in a handbag. 

“Goddess, are you still mad at me?” Steve repeats the same line he said a hundred times already. “Please forgive me for messing our date up.”

You glare at him. “That wasn’t a date, Captain Sassypants!”

“Our epic battle then,” he grins when you melt against his warm chest. “So, do you want me to make things up again?”

You quirk a brow and lift the silky sheet covering his lower half. “You really are a super-soldier, huh? I didn’t think it comes with a mechanic dick.”

Steve chuckles at your comment. “It’s not mechanic, doll.”

“I don’t know,” you move your hand to his crotch to feel him up. “Litte Captain Sassypants is hard as steel!”

He grabs your hand to place it on his chest. Steve wants to talk about a few things with you.

“You never told me why you became a villain,” he softly says while you are busy running your right hand over his naked chest. “Every infamous villain has a backstory. Don’t they?”

Crap. You’re not prepared to give him a good lie. The truth is, you had a huge crush on Steve and started to commit smaller crimes to get his attention. One thing led to another, and you ended up with a whole bunch of crazy minions, a huge mansion, and a name everyone fears.

"A villain is in control. I had enough of feeling helpless. All my life people walked all over me. I got treated badly because of my powers. I belonged nowhere. Not even Shield wanted me. So, I became a villain and embraced my powers and being different from others,” you say. 

It’s not a complete lie. Your life sucked, and you got used to being an outcast. Everyone overlooked you until you decided to impress a certain hero with your powers and the crimes you committed.

“I see,” Steve wraps one arm around your body to hold you close to his warm chest. “Every villain has a backstory then.”

“What about you?” You lift your head from his chest. “Aren't you tired of being the golden boy and perfect minion to Shield, the Avengers, and everyone else out there?" You rake your nails over his chest, causing Steve to shudder. “Don’t you want to break out and run away sometimes?”

“With you?” He smirks and looks at you in his arms. “Imagine, the mightiest villain and Captain America run off for their honeymoon.”

“Whoa, slow down!” You grunt. “I conquered your body to weaken your resistance and make sure my minions can wreak havoc while you are busy with other things I never agreed to marry you.”

“You will,” he shrugs. “I know you want to be a good person. You only need someone to help you see you’re not evil.”

“I enchanted you,” you hum to yourself. “I’m even mightier than I thought. I made Captain America lose his mind!”

“That you did.” Steve agrees to not lose the chance to hold you in his arms a little longer. 

You’re a good person, he just knows it. Every time you take care of one of your minions or save someone standing in the line of fire he sees your true self.

Sadly, no one before Steve saw the light in you. They tried to extinguish it or turn it into a raging fire.

“Good thing I live in close proximity to the Avengers Tower. This way, I can keep an eye on you, Captain.”

“You’re still mad at me,” he sighs deeply. “Doll, I told you this woman meant nothing to me. She didn’t stand a chance against you.”

“Damn right,” you click your tongue. “I gave it to that bitch good. She will never try to get her greedy hands on someone else’s man-” You cough and try to play your slip-of-tongue cool. “I meant enemy.”

Steve poorly tries to hide the smirk creeping across his face. He nuzzles your hair and sighs again. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing.”

“Goddess.”

“I kinda stole her poor dog. Little fart is much happier with Carl.”

“Little fart?”

“I didn’t name the dog,” you grumble. “Carl did.”

“You know stealing is illegal. Right?” Steve tuts, letting the hero and goody-in-two shoes show.

You chuckle darkly. “Oh, I did more than steal her dog. Do you want to arrest me now, Captain?” While you straddle his lap and place your hands on his chest, Steve watches you with adoration in his eyes. “Hey, stop looking like a love-sick puppy. We are not here to make love! You are my prisoner for the time being.”

“Oh, please don’t chain me up in the cold cell again,” he plays along. Steve knows you don’t like to give up control or admit feelings. Weakness is not an option. You had a hard life and won’t be weak ever again.

Well, maybe you allow yourself once in a while to be weak when you are in his arms. “If you are a good prisoner, you can stay here.”

“Phew, good.” Steve watches you lie back down on top of him. “I feared Tony must come to my rescue. You know him. He’ll call you my girlfriend again.”

“I dare him!” You exclaim loudly. “I’m your master and made you my willing slave. Nothing else.”

“I know, doll,” Steve runs his hand over your back. “I’ll tell him so. Promised.”

“Good. We don’t want your little friends to come over and believe they’ll get my cookies or shit. I won’t share my technology or minions with them.”

“Goddess, I need you to tell me what you did with that woman.” Steve already knows you wrecked her car and apartment.

“She had it coming,” you lift your head from his chest to grin at Steve. “I think she learned her lesson. No one touches my archenemy.”

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[enemyoflactose]

THREE THIEF KINGS AU 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (sorry for no bodies)

Number 1: the OG.

This Thief King was the first one, and also the one that history forgot. He's completely blind and deaf as well as mostly non-verbal. He used Diabound to see and hear, and would occasionally let Zorc speak for him. He's also the youngest Thief King and died long before anything of value could be done.

This Thief King is short, has deformed spine, missing fingers, and breathing issues, he's skinny and malnourished. He has every disease.

After the massacre of Kul Elna, when Zorc blew up the village, he gained severe burns, lost vision in one eye due to it literally melting and having skin melt over it, and also lost some of his teeth.

The scar over his other eye and the chunk of mouth missing are from separate incidents. The scar is from a trap he couldn't avoid (the white sploch is cataracts), the chunk is from a dog attack.

The dog attack is what eventually killed him as that wound got infected. Really, really fucking infected.

He never even got close to seeing a millennium item, though his mission was more to avenge his family than to get the items. Unlike Zorc, who just wants the items.

This Thief King's personality is similar to his canon one, only he was a little less social and never actually revealed himself. Most people knew what he looked like though. They didn't like him. He's also not very philosophical and never even thought about any of the hypocrisy of the kingdom. He was busy trying to live.

The thought process behind my design for him was that I liked the idea of Thief King looking more androgenous like the other Bakurae, but I have never liked anyone's interpretation of him. I didn't want him to look like a boy that everyone said looked like a girl or vice versa, I wanted him to look like "What are you? You're scaring me." I guess more or less I wanted him to look like a monster, but he's just a kid that's been through almost every bad thing that can happen. I think I did alright at conveying this, but I could probably do better.

Number 2: Zorc Thief King

First thing wrong here, the chunk is gone! And that's a grown ass man! Also his eyes are yellow to fit with my Zorc design, and he has finger nails, all his teeth (which are now clean), and he can see, hear, and speak.

At this point, it's been a few years since the former King's death, and since then a piece of Zorc has taken control of his body. The wounds are mostly healed by now, and this Zorc has continued the mission of getting the items. Avenging anyone in that village is no longer a priority since he apparently has to do everything by himself 🙄

Zorc Thief King is tall (think how everyone used to draw TKB before we found out he was 5'7), stands straight, is very muscular (no six pack he drinks hella alcohol. Tits are still massive tho), has all his fingers, and still has breathing issues. Man hacks up a lung and wheezes every time he laughs.

His voice is raspy on account of the lung damage that HE CAUSED, but he is otherwise very good at talking to people. Zorc has seen everything. The hypocrisy, the slavery, the death, everything. He's also seen Atem, and has seen how he is. Zorc King was able to manipulate Aknadin and Set for his plan, and was also able to obtain every item.

Then the loser fucking died and got that piece of soul sealed in the ring, which made Yami Bakura.

Number 3: The One We Know and Love

IT'S TTRPG THIEF KING!!!

Yeah he's exactly the same personality and story wise. It's just his design that changed.

This story calls for him to have burns, but because Ryou has never seen a human being with burns and was running off of 5-hour energy, Monster, and saltines, he kinda got the scars wrong and went for a more stylized type of scar. Same with the eye scar.

His skin isn't melted over his eye because Yami Bakura forgot to tell him that it was and only remembered the cataracts, his hair is fluffy and soft because that's what Yami Bakura's is like, and he has that award winning smile.

The chunk is still missing from his face, but it's hard to see on account of I didn't make it dark enough 😭

He's got two big canines, because that's what Yami Bakura has, his hands have no burns because Ryou forgor, and he still looks like a grown ass man! He still has his muscles, all of them, and his boobies. I didn't take those away.

[kinkandkreep]

imm ask for moreeeeee if you don’t mind 🤭

srsly your Shuji ones were so good, so i GOTTA KNOW sum about dear Kenchin 🩷 [D, F, I, K, O]

thanks again, lovingggg your TR content~

Hey hey sug, good to see you again! 👋🏾Thanks for sending this in! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the ride thus far, I’ve honestly really been enjoying myself as well. I hope you enjoy! And y’all feel free to peruse my NSFW Alphabet and send in more requests! 😁

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji: 

D= Dirty Secret (self-explanatory)

So 👏🏾

Let’s expose ole’ Kenny-kins 😈

Bro, the literal first thing that came to mind for Ken is that he is secretly into crossdressing

Like yes he is a badass and yes he will rock your shit with little effort but he is still a pretty princess and don’t you fuckin’ forget it 😤

His name is literally Ken; tats and scars and shaved head aside, he’s handsome enough to be like a literal Ken doll and you can’t convince me otherwise

His desire to dabble in crossdressing also coincides with his feminization kink

Oops, wait, that letter comes later 🤭

Don’t mistake, Ken can and absolutely does still maintain his role as a dom

But every now and then…

Every once in a while…

Our boi just wants to be ogled and smooched and told how pretty he is 🥺

And if that happens while he’s wearing this sexy little number then even better 🤷🏾‍♀️

F= Favorite position

As I mentioned previously, Ken really favors any position in which he and his lover are facing each other

He’s into intimate shit like that

He really likes cowgirl, the Lotus and just about all of the standing positions

He especially favors pile-driving and 69-ing 

And he likes picking you up and bouncing you on his cock, so any position where he can do that is a yes for him as well

(For my heavier girls, have no fear, Ken is adjustable and if he really feels the need, he will absolutely just hit the gym harder to get strong enough to pick you up. He’s already plenty buff though, so I just wouldn’t worry. 💪)

I= Intimacy (do they prefer to “fuck” or “make love”)

🎶I WANNA MAKE LuOooOOOoOooOoVE IN DIS CLUB 🎶

Kenny-kins prefers to make ~luove~

But he is also quite partial to a good fuck 🧐

Like, on a normal day: the birds are chirpin’, the sun is shinin’, and by some miracle people have managed not to piss him off for once, Kenny-kins would love to take his time with you

With gentle hands and slow, yet fervent touches

Ken breaks you down and builds you back up in the most loving, intimate way possible

But then, on any other day…

The sky is overcast, traffic is way too loud and Mikey has managed to get under Ken’s skin at just the right angle to nick the vein and suddenly!

Ken is fucking you within an inch of your life 😂

This also happens very often after brawls

He’s so hopped up on adrenaline that he needs an outlet, and you just happen to be the perfect one 😏

K= Kink (kinks/preferences)

Let’s do a rapid fire round for these (this list will not be comprehensive, I'll just be making mention of his main kinks here)

Ready? Lesgo!

Feminization

Crossdressing

Bondage/Shibari

Pegging

Sounding 👀 (this is a very particular one and because of the potential risks associated with it Ken will only do this with someone who is experienced and in a safe, controlled environment)

Name calling (i.e being called “daddy” or “sir” normally, being called “pretty boy” or “baby” when crossdressing)

Breathplay

Barebacking

Biting (not too too hard or nothin’, just gentle little nips and the occasional harsher bite, enough to leave an indent but not break skin)

Impact play

Collaring

Size kink

PRAISE KINK (please don’t ever be hesitant to tell this man how good he is and how good he’s making you feel, he will simply melt if you do)

O= Oral (receiving vs. giving, skill/talent level)

I’ma just say it outright, Kenny-kins is a fantastic head giver 😂

Like he’s got a naturally talented, highly tensile tongue, a good bit of experience and an eagerness to please

Like what more do you need? 🙃

Ken loves tongue fucking you, either your throat or your pussy, doesn’t really matter

Both are soft and wet and pliant once he gets ahold of them anyway so 🤷🏾‍♀️

Wait wait 🫣

Girl I be makin’ my own self flustered I need to chill 😂

But yeah, Ken has definitely made you squirt before with just his tongue

He 100% takes pride in that too

Again I say, I hope you enjoyed these hun! I feel like these were maybe a little goofier than Shuji’s but I just get so giddy at the thought of Ken that I can’t help but be at least a little silly. 🤪Oh, and please feel free to send in any more letters and characters from the list that you’re curious about, it’s no problem for me. 😁Have a good one! 👋🏾

[ehrendangerrr]

Internet stalker

Parasocially Obsessed Ehren x Famous 🌽⭐️ fem reader

NSFW

Ehren slung his bag on the floor and swiftly went straight to his bedroom tugging off his coat and slipping out of his shoes. He fell back onto his bed and found himself wanting to put one of his favourite ‘movies’ on.

Ehren was Y/n’s biggest fan. Her magazine pages were plastered on his walls, Her sensual films were his most prized collection, being near completely comprehensive. Dave was the only one who knew of Ehren’s secret obsession. Dave was also the only crew member Ehren had ever let in his bedroom.

The film he had chosen ‘snow angels’ was particularly raunchy. Fully fledged with corny plot and all. Ehren didn’t care he’d soak it all up dick in hand.

He only had eyes for Y/n. It was getting to a point where she was the only girl that would get him hard. He almost enjoyed this predicament, he didn’t need a girlfriend when he had such an extensive collection, magazines, vhs and now DVD’s.

His eyes focused on her grinning glossy lips, the camera angled up at her from the floor. The fluffy Ushanka juxtaposed her hair and the slick bodysuit hugged her body tightly. Ehren loved it, completely enthralled by her curves he didn’t even need to focus on his pacing it was so instinctual for him.

A phone call interrupted his trance and he picked it up muting his tv with the remote.

It was Dave.

“You’ll never guess who’s at Bam’s party right now.” Ehren could hear his smirk through the phone and rolled his eyes.

“Dude do you really think I care about that shit?” He asked grumpily still eyeing Y/n’s now half stripped form.

“Even if it’s that pornstar you’re obsessed with?” Dave chimed smugly.

“Y/n?!” Ehren almost screamed into the phone.

“Yes, yes, get over here before I turn into darf!”

“Give me 15 minutes max man.” Ehren hung up with that and nearly tripped yanking his boxers up and rushing to his closet. He needed to be presentable the girl of his dreams. Nothing he had was good enough so he went for jeans and a dark tee.

“I like a bad boy.” he remembered she’d said in one of her films and tried hard to call to that with aviators. He eyed himself in the mirror and tried to ignore his flushed cheeks before he left.

Pulling up to Bam’s palace he felt nervous as he sent Dave a text. He just hoped he got there before the alcohol completely got to Dave. He saw his blond friend peek out the door and waving him in exaggeratedly. Ehren got out quickly and near ran inside.

“Where is she?” He asked looking around neurotically.

“Already? Have a drink first dude..” Dave seemed irked even though she’d used her as a bribe. It was a good idea alcohol would put some steal in Ehren’s stomach. Ehren resisted the urge to skull the drink he just needed to chill out.

Dave lead Ehren to the dance floor where atleast a hundred people were dancing. Ehren couldn’t see her at first but quickly spotted her dancing on the bar. He edged closer looking her up and down. A tight black strapless dress cutting off mid thigh with some dazzling glittery pleasers. Ehren was moved she was even more gorgeous in person he found himself enthralled in every inch of her body. Ehren gave her his hand for support when he noticed her starting to get down from the bar. She was evidently very drunk and clutched his hand tightly. with her feet on the floor she smiled at him her eyes hazy she pleaded.

“Come dance with me?!” She purred. He looked nice enough with cute mid length hair, that kind of shaggy style women love that guys always retire way too soon. Before he could answer she was leading him through the crowd closer to the middle of the floor. Ehren felt like he was melting away he could feel his brain buzzing with excitement. This was too good to be true and he could feel himself getting hard just at the feeling of her tight grip on his hand. He blinked away his dirty thoughts and tried to be semi normal.

They were dancing. Y/n did the most of it. She swayed her hips grinding on Ehren just a little. She heard his sharp inhale and smirked bringing her arms up to clutch his face pulling him down to her eye level. Without even thinking about it she pushed her lips to his.

“You want to ditch this place pretty?” She asked doe-eyed. Ehren was breathless. Oh god he can’t take her home, if she saw his room she’d probably run away.

“I know Bam I think he’d let me take a room if I asked.” Ehren smirked.

“Go ahead then.” She giggled.

“I’ll be back then.” He winked. Ehren pulled away from her to look for bam. He searched for a bit before stumbling into the kitchen where Bam, Ryan and Dave were high out of their minds probably.

“Ehren! Oh my god I didn’t even know you were here!.” Bam rambled stumbling towards him.

“Hey I invited him and he ditched me for this pornstar he’s obsessed with!” Dave blurted obviously way too far gone Ehren didn’t even care at this point. Bam and Ryan laughed.

“You mean Y/n? I’ve known her a very long time..” Bam trailed off.

“Yeah about that..” Ehren interrupted. “Me and her were hoping you’d let us bunk here?” His voice pitched up at the end he wasn’t too sure about it. Bam wasn’t the most generous friend.

“What? No of course you can, I’ll give you a key.” Bam patted his shoulder and reached for his pocket. Most of the spare rooms ended up getting locked at parties now after so much stealing that even his bedroom would become bare after every party.

“Go up stairs should be at the end of the hall.” Bam smiled passing him the keys.

Ehren made his way back to her and presented her with the key.

“Did you doubt me?” He laughed.

“Never.” Y/n grinned grabbing his arm tightly. “Lead the way boy.” Ehren blushed and obliged leading her carefully up the steps. The room was nice, fitting Bam’s gothic style with black silk sheets and a heartagram resting against the wall above the bed.

Y/n took no time peeling of her tube dress and heels and leant towards Ehren to start unbuckling his pants. He flung his shirt to the floor completely in awe of how quick this was progressing.

Ehren pushed her to the bed, She grinned widely as he climbed over her boxers still on.

“Let’s go slowly okay?” He pleaded softly. She nodded happily, liking a guy who could take initiative.

Ehren kissed from her neck to her hips and back. He was trying to make this last. His first and maybe only time with the girl of his dreams wasn’t about to be a quick one. She ran her hands down his back enjoying the sensation of his hot breath on her skin.

Ehren pulled the lace on her panties like he was unwrapping a gift and leant into it. First he only used his tongue to lick at both her clit and vagina but soon he focused on her clit with his tongue going softly to not hurt her. He hear her start to whimper, not like the exaggerated ones she made for the camera these ones were smaller and more raw. He smiled at that thought before pulling back and getting himself ready.

“You want it?” He breathed.

“Please?” She smiled.

Ehren climbed further onto the bed positioning himself right. He felt nervous to start but did so anyways. He felt the anxiety wash away as he started to thrust slowly at first but gaining pace quickly the more Y/n clutched to him.

“You’re all mine for tonight” he had purred into her collarbone.

“You can have me forever, Ehren” Y/n whimpered. She was a complete mess for him the sheets were definitely going to need to be thrown out after his escapade.

[snufflepup]

Sorry it took me like forever to send in another ask. I walked my ex home to her house and missed my bus so my mom had to pick me up and she beat my ass and my shoes got so worn that i had holes in them lol. Totally worth it though, cause I got time with her. Honestly I'm torn between still being with her or loving all on you, cause I mean I love her so so much despite how badly she fucked me up. Im pathetic ik, but I also have come to love you just as much :(. Also one word to sum up the southeast, HOT (kinda like you~) and the bugs are crazy. People are pretty shit, I think I live in what's called the 'Bible belt' so that's pretty fucked considering I'm trans and not straight and everyone's a dick. Though there are some good people. While walking my ex to her house, we stopped by a convenience store and tried to buy some monsters with my cashapp but it wouldn't work for whatever reason, and this nice lady at the register bought them for us^^ she was nice and pretty, I couldn't thank her enough. Though most people, especially that I go to school with, would rather beat me up than talk to me about even partner work lol. Cis boys are....not the most accepting of people like me, I've come to find haha. All the girls in my classes are two faced as shit too. I'm glad I'm able to fluster you like that, though I wish I was more...'flirtatiously adept' like milena. I'm not good with people lol. I can talk and carry a conversation, but not very good with it in terms of flow and word choice. I'm in ap lit though, so I mean it's not like I'm not a master with words or something (I actually pride myself in my ability to write despite not thinking really) its just the delivery. Like when you talk to someone you like and just go stupid lol. Idk I'm probably just rambling out of exhaustion, today was a lot for me. But I'm glad I get to come home and talk to my favorite puppy ever!^^ how's your day been? -idk if I asked that earlier or not, I'm tired lol. Ik it's around 2 am for you at the moment, are you eepy? Lol

-ike<3

It's okay ! I know that I am . Less than punctual . at times, it would be rather strange for me to get upset over it when others do the same thing, I think. That sounds pretty eventful ! I've walked so much I did the same things to my shoes, as well !! Nobody belived me, until they actually saw the holes though. I think it's okay to feel like that, but in the end you should do what is best for you in the long run but ! I know it is not always as easy as that ! I was still holding onto hope with one of my ex's for a while after . everything went down so I think I can understand that ! (｡>\\<) aaa !! I think I would simply melt if it was that hot here /dram I think I saw a video once of someone talking about it was so cold they needed a scarf for the tempreture of our hot summers a couple years ago . I was shocked . We have a lot of different types of bugs that are all year round, but I don't think they are as big as some of the ones I've heard about over there which I am thankful for, bugs can really mess with me a lot sometimes ! Bugs where a pretty big fear of mine for a while, other than like . regukar ones, like spiders, flies, lady bugs and stuff, but I think I'm a lot better with all different kinds now !! Though, my Aunt was talking about something that happened with one of he bins and maggots and I got so . fhdghsj /neg about it, Lets just say I declined seeing any pictures for a start . I think there is a good mix around where I am, I don't think there is as much hate for differences here as there is in other places but there are definitely a lot of . use of slurs, or hateful language at times, if that makes sense but I feel like I also see a lot of queer people too, when I go places at least ! Earlier I went to a anime convention this year and there was a lot of people with pride flags, selling queer things and stuff so ! But I don't . really think I could come out propperly right now either, not as transmasc at least, but thats more of my family than where I live I guess . That was really nice of her !!! I'm happy she helped you out ! Do you have a favourite flavour of monster ? I don't get it all the time, but I usually get the white or the pink one when I do !! I tried a purple-ish one once that I really enjoyed, but I haven't been able to find it since because I don't really remember looks like (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ) I think so too . They can be really . difficult . a lot of them, from my classes when I was at school, were really not very nice. When Inwas there, I only really talked to people and my friends that I already knew. . . I didn't really get close with others, but we basically atopped talking when I left school a lot earlier than we were supposed too. I think I can be pretty bad at like . all of that stuff . I can be good at just, like, saying things sometimes, though I'm sure it's mostly nothing of value . and even then, sometimes I can be bad at that too !! I try my best though but I'm not a master at all, either ! I think ramballing is nice, so you don't need to worry ^–^ I hope today is not as overwhelming, but still as good ! or, even better !!! Has it been ? (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) ! I think my day was okay yesterday, it had it's ups amd downs ! Today was good though ! I was, I think I was already asleep at that time even though I tried my best not too . How has your day been ?

[bl3randomfandoms]

I Hope You Miss Me

Just a little fic for those of us who miss Luci, and wanted one more encounter between him and Bean.

"Luci... I miss you..." A gusty sigh full of grief escaped Bean. She sat on the shore, staring at the full moon. She'd dreamed about him. When she woke up, it had felt like he was right there, curled against her belly like he used to do. She had even felt his strange demonic warmth. Pulling herself up wearily, she'd left Mora to her own dreams.

The last few months had been the happiest in Bean's life. She had found true love at last. But every once in awhile, she missed her boys. Luci, she missed the most. Elfo, she had visited recently, even though the castle was hidden. He seemed to be doing well with Miri. A bit stressed out with the burden of ruling a kingdom, but she'd given him some pointers.

But Luci... he was dead. Gone. She'd never see him again. And to melt in lava... That must have been so painful for him... Hot tears pricked Bean's eyes.

"Oh, Luci... I'm so sorry. I feel like it's my fault you're dead. I really do miss the fun we used to have together. I don't even know if you can hear me."

A deep chuckle reverberated of the cliffs around her.

"Of course, I can hear you, Beanie Baby. I'm not deaf."

Bean looked around frantically in the moonlight. Then she saw him. Perched on a craggy rock, with his legs dangling over the edge. She even saw the bright cherry from his cigarette. Luci.

"Luci? Luci!" She stood up shakily, and he sailed over to her. Holding her arms out, she gathered him in a hug. They both laughed, and she felt his warm nose as he buried it in her neck.

"God, I missed you, girl."

"Me too, Luce. But, what the hell is going on? I thought you were..." She pulled away a bit, examining his wings. They were of the purest white, and made of soft feathers.

"Oh, my God. These are..."

Luci gulped audibly.

"Angel wings..." He choked out.

A golden halo appeared above his head, glowing brightly. Bean touched it. All she could feel was warmth.

"How?" She asked.

Luci's eyes darted to the sea.

"Well, ya know. God... He just thought it would be easier on me, I guess. I'm still me, though." He looked at her then, his dark eyes gleaming. Bean touched her nose against his. He still felt warm, but it was a different kind of warmth. She squeezed his body in her arms. It felt pretty solid.

"I thought you didn't have a body anymore." She wondered.

"I don't, really. But I've always been more spirit than body anyway." He shrugged.

"Hn. I don't have a ton of time." He continued. "This is only a visit." He stroked Bean's hand with his own tiny black one. She sighed, and it seemed to come from her toes.

"I felt you miss me," he said, "And it was kind of like a summoning. I guess that works the same with angels as it does with demons. You just have to call out to me sometimes. I dunno if I can always show up like this, Bean, but I'll always hear you when you call my name." He looked down at the sand.

"Your voice has a power over me. I... You... you're my best friend. The first person I ever..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. Bean smiled.

"I love you too, dude."

They hugged each other for a long time, and Bean felt his slender tail wrap around her arm. She was glad he still had his demon parts. If he had changed too much... It would have been hard to bear.

"I just... wanted to say..." Bean whispered. "I never got to say goodbye, and you know, that I miss you, and..."

"I know, Bean. It's okay." He patted her hand. "Don't sweat it, girl. And hey, I heard what you said earlier. About my death being your fault. It totally wasn't. Don't do that to yourself, okay? Damn."

They sat in the sand, watching the waves move in and out.

Luci pulled a bottle of wine out of thin air, along with two glasses. White liquid poured out, sparkling in the moonlight.

"I will say one thing about Heaven. They've got some damn good wine."

They clinked glasses, and Bean took a sip. Her whole body melted.

"Holy..." She breathed.

"Right?" Luci chuckled.

"Is God's wine better than Satan's?"

"Oh, HELL no."

They talked long into the night. About things that mattered, and about stupid crap. After awhile, Bean noticed that Luci kept glancing at Mora's sleeping body. She had turned over a few times, but stayed asleep.

"She's a pretty deep sleeper, Luci. And even if she does wake up..."

"Nah, I'm not worried about that. I just..." He gazed off at the horizon.

"What?" Bean pet his back, coaxing him. The little demon wasn't always the best with words.

"You're really happy with her, huh?" His voice was hesitant.

"Well, duh! I've never been happier in my whole damn life!" Bean exclaimed.

"Awesome." Luci said, more to himself than to her.

"You know what's weird? I don't even know how she came back to life, but I didn't really question it." Bean felt Luci's eye on her, and she suddenly had the feeling he was hiding something.

"Well, Bean. You ARE a witch. A very powerful one. It's like you keep forgetting. Remember when you kissed Elfo back to life?" Luci prompted.

"That was, I mean, I blew his soul back into his-"

"And what about when you cried on my severed head and I woke up for a bit? I'm telling you, you've got the power to bring people back to life!"

"Wow... I guess I do."

"Yep." Luci slapped Bean's thigh with his tiny hand.

The moon started to set, and they lay curled up on the sand. Luci waited until Bean fell asleep, then he pushed her hair out of her eyes and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You'll always be my Bean." He scatted "Beanie Weenie" under his breath, and pinched her freckles. He was glad he tricked her into thinking she'd brought Mora back to life on her own. He felt better knowing his secret was well hidden. If Bean ever knew that he gave up... Well, she wouldn't know.

He felt the Call of God, and it sent shivers down his small body.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, God-o. Until next time, Bean. I love you, girl. Forever."

He scanned the sand until he found a single lava rock. He placed it in the palm of her hand, then curled her fingers over it. A reminder that she hadn't been dreaming.

Unfurling his angel wings, he flapped them a few times, then soared up into a beam of light. He hoped she'd miss him again. Soon.

[chaseyboy]

My First Date with Priestess ~

This is the beginning of something magical.

To preface this, I was not anticipating anything at all. I had an interest in making connections, and I was on a specific app that was brought to my attention. I downloaded it, made no efforts to swipe a lot. If we’re being honest, swiping apps are crushing for pups like me. Rejection is a real deal and it is just rejection over and over. However two days later I got a match with someone. After a bit of banter I asked for her Snapchat, this girl seemed really neat. It makes a lot of sense now how drawn I was to our conversations. Even though I didn’t know about her wants for a puppy. It all came out naturally over messaging but it was not until the date that my whole being was brought to its knees.

I had planned to meet Priestess for Coffee in the morning. I was exceptionally eager to please her, that was obvious. She had told me to be ready for chastity before I had even come. So I had the feeling that was going to happen. The problem was my body was responding in such anticipation that as soon as she walked in I couldn’t remember what I was going to do or say, I think I stared at her too much but I couldn’t help it. It felt like I was in a surreal dream and it was only the beginning. It took so much mental effort to focus, I didn’t want to come across as weird, but the way we stared into each others eyes, it was grounding. I could feel our eyes melt away as our aura met. Telling me what to order, ordering me to clean up, it was instinctive, I didn’t have to think. It just happened. There was more than just my body obeying.

Our date transitioned to the park, but again I was starting to feel surreal. If I could point to the moment I remembered most, seared into my mind like it was branded, was when she told me to come. “Chase come”.. I feel that something broke in me. Not in a bad way, but like the way a glow stick has to snap to be lit up. It lit up inside me, deeper than the tummy rumbles. It was more than just a call to follow physically. She was asking me to give myself to her. To follow her deeper into this feeling. I was helpless to it. I didn’t want to stop it even if I could. On the outside I was giddy and happy. Inside I was losing a battle I had fought for so long. “Be free” my soul told me, “follow her”. It was reactive from then on. Every minute I spent with her felt the way it was supposed to. Of course I was still giddy and overly eager. However I wasn’t nervous, or anxious. When she told me fetch the frisbee when she threw it, there was no second thought. My body moved before I could process what had just happened. All I know is I wanted to fetch that toy. I wanted to be a good boy for her. I wanted to obey her.. it was shocking to discover that want was deeper than physically sexual. I yearned to do it. I had never done anything like that before, let alone at a public park, but any feelings of resistance vanished in a blink of an eye. The train crashed through whatever reluctance or shock I had. Even with the pangs of humiliation from being seen. It wasn’t important. What was important was getting that toy. And bringing it back to her. I wanted to play. Not like a person plays with another, how a dog would play with a person.

We walked past a restroom and Priestess ordered me to check if it was unlocked, which I did, and it was. Before I knew it a bag was given to me and I was told to put it on. I knew what it was, I obeyed. I went into the park bathroom and put on the chastity cage. Not for me, but for her. There was no doubt in my mind. I put that cage on and as soon as it clicked and locked, to my surprise relief washed over me. I thought I would be nervous, Instead it felt right. I was giving up my loneliness, my orgasms, my lack of control. Rather, I was giving it to her and the soul of puppy chase just smiled. I was not nervous, I was thrilled. Warmth filled me up inside. So much so I felt so disappointed that Priestess gave me the key to bring back. She was right of course. Don’t give your key to someone who you just met. That’s the smart thing to do. I was not thinking with my head. My soul wanted it.

The rest of the day was just perfect. From the conversations to the intense eye contact to the head rubs. Don’t even get me started on the head rubs. I must have been a good boy to earn those. My internal puppy tail was wagging so hard I could feel it. Another very real moment was when Priestess looked at me and told me “You are mine”. She just knew exactly how to pull right at the core of my being. And she knew that I knew it. Even though at the moment I’m Under Consideration of Priestess, she gave me a window to the finish line, and there was no argument in any part of me. I was going to make it there.

There’s two very distinct channels that were opened and with emotions coursing through. The first was from inside me, calling out to Priestess, the puppy instinct to please, obeying every command that she gave me, focusing on her and what she wanted. The second was Priestess calling out to me. Inviting me to give in to her. Give into my instincts. Be a good boy for her, the goodest boy I can be. Just like the cage, it wasn’t being puppy like for no one. I was going to be a dog for her. The dog that she wanted. The same dog that is so deeply ingrained in my inner sanctum. Fitting like a key to a lock. I knew it, it was no longer a want, it was a need. I need to be adopted by her. Become her property, her pet, it was about her. That was natural. No heavy thought went into that. It worked underneath the surface. Was I turned on? I’m sure I was. But I don’t even remember, and that should tell you precisely what happened.

It was an amazing day. I loved it more than I could describe with my limited words and narrow vocabulary. I’ve been good enough to be under consideration. I can’t tell you how overjoyed I am. Maybe I’ll finally get to be the puppy I always wanted.

Till next time ~

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 122 - Sleepover!

Today's the day, Jaden's spending a couple nights with the Lemons while his parents go on a mission trip.

Calvin: We appreciate your generosity.

Ophelia: Of course. Gemma's been so excited. We'll take good care of Jaden.

Anna: The Watcher will bless you for your kindness.

While the grown-ups talk, Gemma tells Jaden about all the games they're gonna play. He's a little overwhelmed, but excited. He's never had a sleepover before! Neither has Gemma, but they'll have a great time.

Anna: Now I know you do things a little… differently than we do, but we ask you not to force any woke ideology on Jaden.

Ophelia: Uh, we'll try, but you've still never told me what you mean by 'woke'.

Anna: Well, time to say goodbye!

Anna calls Jaden over and gives him a big hug.

Anna: Goodbye, sweetheart. We'll miss you. Be a good boy for Gemma's mommy and daddy.

Jaden: 'kay, Momma.

Calvin: Anna, stop coddling the boy so I can have a word with him.

Calvin: You behave yourself now. Mr. and Mrs. Lemon are being very nice by letting you stay here. I don't care if the girls are playing with them, no girl toys, and none of that makeup junk, got it?

Jaden: …Yes, Daddy.

Ophelia contemplates punching the back of Calvin's head.

As soon as they're gone, Ophelia goes into recovery mode when she sees how defeated Jaden looks.

Ophelia: We're so excited to have you, Jaden! We'll have a lot of fun, I promise.

Jaden melts into the hug. His dad gets mad at his mom when she does, so he doesn't get a ton.

Ophelia gives them some acai bowls as a late lunch.

Jaden: Mommy and Daddy sayed to only play with boy toys here. You got boy toys?

Gemma doesn't really get the question.

Gemma: I just got reg'lar toys.

Jaden has found a loophole! Time to chow down!

After letting the kids out to play in the living room, Ophelia preps breakfast for tomorrow morning, but makes sure to send Xander an update while he's at work. She also gossips about Jaden's crazy-ass parents.

Calvin didn't even hug him goodbye. Who treats a toddler like that?

Ophelia goes to check on the kids, to find just her eldest daughter playing there.

Ophelia: Muffin, where's Jaden?

Gemma: We was playin' an' he got quiet and runned away.

Hmm. Maybe he's already feeling homesick. He couldn't have gotten that far.

Jaden has found himself a nice corner to sit in. He's so embarrassed. His daddy told him to be good and he couldn't even pull it off for a few hours. Gemma's mommy is going to be so mad at him. Maybe putting himself in time-out will make her go easy on him.

Marshmallow comes to keep him company, but it doesn't do much to cheer him up. Jaden starts crying, but it makes it a lot easier for Ophelia to find him.

Ophelia: Oh, sweetie, what's wrong? Are you missing Mommy and Daddy?

Jaden: I-I-I didn't mean to!

She sits down to be on his level.

Ophelia: Didn't mean to what? Why are you sitting over here all by your lonesome?

Jaden: I-I was bad so I goed to time-out.

What kind of kid puts themselves in time-out?

Ophelia: Oh, I'm sure you weren't bad. You're such a nice boy.

That just makes Jaden cry more.

Jaden: Noooo, I was baaaad! I-I don't know where the potty is, a-an' I tried to find it bu-but…

She can't understand the rest of his babbles but it's clear what happened.

Ophelia: Jaden, honey, it's okay if you had an accident. I'm not mad.

Jaden: But Daddy sayed be good an' I-

Ophelia: Buddy, it's okay. We don't get mad about accidents in this house. I'm sorry, I should have showed you where the potty is. Come here.

A grown-up… apologizing? They can do that?

Ophelia: Why don't we get you changed and then I can show you where the potty is so you'll know for next time?

Jaden: But I didn't do my time-out all the way.

Ophelia: You don't get time-out for an accident, silly!

Jaden: I do with Mommy and Daddy.

Ophelia: Well, we don't here. You tried your best and that's all that matters to me and Mr. Xander. It's okay that you're sad, though. Would a hug cheer you up?

Jaden: …Uh-huh.

Ophelia channels her anger at his parents into squeezing the sadness out of this poor little bean.

Ophelia: Let's go upstairs and get you taken care of.

Miss Ophelia's a weird grown-up. He's never even seen her get angry. He really likes it.

After getting Jaden in a fresh diaper, Ophelia decides to make sure he understands something.

Ophelia: You don't have to be afraid to ask us questions. If you need help, or you want something, Mr. Xander and I are here to help you.

Jaden thinks he's gonna like it here.

Later on in the night, Ophelia tells them it's time for bed, but Gemma wants to bargain.

Gemma: Can we play just a liiiittle longer? Pleeeeease, Mommy?

Ophelia: 15 minutes, but then bed. Deal?

Gemma: Deal!

Jaden knows his dad wouldn't approve of dolls, but they're so fun!

It takes a little longer than 15 minutes, but all the kiddos are tucked in, snug as a bug, and on their way to Snooze Town. Marshmallow decides to join them.

When Xander comes home, Ophelia catches him up on what he missed over a late dinner.

Xander: Why am I not surprised that poor kid gets punished for normal bodily functions? He put himself in time-out?

Ophelia: My heart broke when he told me. I hate Anna and Calvin so much.

Ophelia: Let's just give Jaden a lot of love and attention the next few days. Poor baby needs it.

Xander agrees.

His parents might be a lot to deal with, but they're both sure Jaden came into their lives for a reason. They're his only shot at having normal adults in his life.

[kotos-and-smiles]

Ch.122 Rambling

As I often am, I’ll be referring to tessenpai‘s rough tl which you can find here

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CH.122 OF KOT!

Finally got around to reading the newest chapter of kot last week (brainrot for another thing has been taking over my life) and it’s just so amazing. Had some thoughts I felt like sharing and also remembered some of the Discord discussions about this chapter too. So, some things that stuck out to me: Granny (Shizune) is still so iconic, just being like oh yeah, thought I heard some people making a ruckus, makes sense it’s the Tokise kids, but also those are her grandchildren. Chika just loves being a grandkid and I can’t handle it. Like, he was so damn happy to be called Shizune’s grandkid, and he literally can’t really have that with actual familial relations anymore at this point. Chika deserves every good parent/grandparent figure he can find. Love Satowa joining the hive mind of the Sane, Kota, and Mittsu, though she still probably has a braincell to herself. That moment where Sentarou’s grandma mentions being in the hospital and just how obvious Chika’s reaction is when you know his thoughts just immediately went to his grandpa, it’s just so painful, and Satowa noticing is so significant. 

There are so many instances, especially earlier on in the manga, where we have Chika noticing little emotional reactions from Satowa when something affects her, and so I love seeing that Satowa is also tuned into Chika and notices his reactions too. It’s all coming full circle. And I’m hoping this is also setting up Satowa actually asking Chika about his past. She’s wondered about it before, but a lot of what she knows is from other people, friends who have known Chika for longer, telling her things or things she learned with the whole Uzuki situation. I’d love to see a conversation where Chika opens up to Satowa about it, also because I think it’d be nice if she knew the whole story and for Chika to be able to share that with someone, much as she shared her story with him. It helps to understand one another better, as well as being able to ease the burden of the past a little.

Sentarou’s grandmother almost immediately melting at Chika’s offering to help because she sees the pure intentions despite the bad manners. He’s so eager to do what he can for her, especially once he notices how it might be harder for her to maneuver around a crowd to find a seat. Love that Satowa steps in after he leaves and thanks Sentarou’s grandma for understanding Chika’s feelings. Like, I just so love that, it’s like she’s trying to smooth it over a little and show manners while at the same time genuinely thanking her for not just judging him and actually understanding his feelings. I just, ugh, them. It’s an understanding from Satowa of just how much interactions like this mean to Chika. And Kota looks so serious when he says “true!” to Sane’s statement about how Chika’s such a granny’s/grandpa’s boy.

Tomoe needs to snap the hell out of it, cuz she witnessed Chika being the cutest doing such a pure, innocent thing, helping someone and waving to a young kid as he was doing it, like girl needs to get over it, and I’m excited to see her come around sometime. Just let Chika live and be the sweet grandchild he is in anyway he can be! She seems to be getting it a little, but hasn’t completely broken free of her prejudice. Her memories of seeing Chika interact nicely with people did give me an excuse to look up this moment again though, so that’s nice

Akari deserves all the love and support he’s getting from his friends, both in and outside the club. His friends that came to see him are so sweet! They’re there not knowing anything about koto, having traveled all that way, purely to see their friend play, and that’s so sweet. And love the teamwork of the club and how much they’re supporting each other and especially Akari. Takinami has been such a mood lately, and I love it so much! Like, him trying to buy alcohol a couple chapters ago, and now him overhearing Keishi talking to Akari’s friends and just thinking disdainfully “extroverts” or as is pointed out more accurately “monsters of communication” which I think feels very accurate. Like, I don’t want random people to communicate with me. (Usually well intentioned) monsters indeed.

I love, as always, seeing commentary on the music through Tokise. It still gives little tidbits of the characters while focusing on the music. Even Momoya seemed like he liked the performance so far.

Think it’s cool that Sentarou, even playing alongside 2 17-stringers, has the power and presence to not get drowned out. Like, that was a cool moment. I really don’t want to discuss the last pages. They were simply so painful after such a nice performance and the chapter that got us to care about Akari. This just isn’t fair and my heart aches. Hope for the best resolution next chapter, but it could go either way. He’s a very new player and we’ll have to see if he can recover from this mistake. But just, oof, it hurt to see that. Akari is just so genuine and trying his best, and I hate to see him mess up like this especially when I know he’s gonna feel like he let down his Senpai. It’s just something you never wanna see happen. Especially with his friends watching too. Amazing storytelling though. I’m way more attached to Eidai than I thought I’d be honestly.

So yeah, that’s just a little collection of thoughts that got way longer than I expected. 

[rydiaroads]

Time for destined with you episode 5!

Was something translated weird about his I don't drink thing, I got confused. His family is cursed and he didn't want his dad to yell at him so he didn't drink? Like, they easily get drunk? Whatever. Him getting drunk will probably be a plot point later.

Neither of them seem bothered that she was gonna make another guy fall in love with her.

Ok, him dropping her in the sand is kinda funny.

Ya when are we gonna see red hand again, it's been a bit.

This chicken blood thing is vandalism, wouldn't you call the cops? Freaky.

Why would the fair skin spell melt him a woman? I'm guessing weird translation thing there.

He is being stupid to not tell people close to him he's sick. Very stupid. Though I guess he told his family.

Oh wow I thought that say Harry at first lol, like, why is she throwing a party for a dude named Harry

Wait wait, I literally just rewound that to listen again. Why would the mayor be against them marrying? Also whatever friend tried to call him and warn him what she's doing, I can't tell if that's a good friend thing or a bad friend thing.

I don't really get his parents dynamic. They seem so unhappy. His dad's 'I'm so done with her shit' smile is kinda funny though

So wait are we jumping around in time or is he back with his gf?

Was I supposed to know who that person in the hanbok was?

Oh he thought it was hong jo

Geez, when he's mean he cuts deep.

I mean, staying away from each other makes sense.

Of course she was a rich bitch to hong jo in school. Ugh. Sigh.

And after an hour long break talking to bestie on the phone, I return!

Gong and his boss are kinda fun to watch together, but I also don't care.

I didn't understand their lunch conversation at all. He asked her out to lunch to tell her she wants him? Seemed silly.

Pretty like a funeral wreath. Daaaaaaaamn.

I kinda want the guy she likes to never fall for her. Just for something different. But I bet he will.

So they have, like, no plan to deal with the love spell. I guess I don't know what they would do. She didn't seem to feel bad about it anymore, but he is kinda mean to her too. I dunno, I saw people commenting about how she really should be responsible for what she did, but I'm not sure what that would look like.

Sin yu, this is definitely on the cheating line now, calling girls just to get their voice. I dislike how she changes so much between the two guys though. She seems much more real around sin yu.

It's subway!

Who is this little boy she eating lunch with? What?

I do feel bad for sin yu. I don't like him calling hong jo a knockoff, but I get why it's hard.

I hope this doesn't have a twist where her dad isn't dead. I don't want to go in that direction.

So what stupid shit is his drunk ass gonna get up to. Hmm.

He looks so pathetic.

Grats to jae gyeung for being like 'wtf guys this is cheating'

Don't kiss. This is cheating. Don't kiss. This is not sweet.

I hope they don't kiss. The cut there makes me think they won't.

Despite the cheating I'm still getting sucked into this show. Usually that's a show stopper for me. We'll see if it lasts or if I get frustrated enough to give up.