#I'D GIVE MY ALLLLLL

[cherryblogss]

a pergunta que fica na verdade é: quem vai fazer o della corte! entregador do ifood? pq olhei rapido e esse treco vermelho me lembrou uma bag e sinceramente🫦🫦🫦(aff já consigo imaginar a loba indo buscar a entrega toda fubanga descabelada, encontrando ele no portão super saboroso e na próxima já armando a arapuca indo pegar a entrega com um pijamitcho muito que pequeno toda peitudinha burrinha🥺🥺🥺cof cof cof *tira o pigarro da garganta* i si bem como quem não quer nada assim tivesse também uma bela de uma aliança no dedo do motoboy apetitoso🙉🙈🙊 cof cof cof oi?? que isso?

ok vc meio que me matou👍 nao vou mentir que isso ainda me deixou com uma pulguinha pra fazer o agustin encanador kkkkkk ai que vergonha disso aqui mds foi mt promíscuo mas oh delicia viu OII? QUEM DISSE ISSO?

avisos: smut, +18, infidelidade, degradação. o post de origem.

diretamente dos grandes clichês da pornografia���

Você era uma cliente regular do restaurante que ele começou a trabalhar recentemente, sempre pedindo delivery e as vezes indo almoçar no local durante a semana já que ficava perto da sua casa e trabalho. Na primeira vez que Agustin foi pega totalmente desprevenida, costumava pedir para entrega, mas nunca prestava atenção de fato no entregador, foi surpreendida ao abrir a porta toda descabelada e com um pijama que nem combinava só para ver o homem mais lindo que já havia conhecido. A altura e porte musculoso te deixou zonza por um momento, duvidando da realidade e se estaria dormindo para ter um homem desse porte na sua frente. Se enrolou todinha na fala ao pagar e receber a comida, fazendo ele soltar uma risada rouca que fez um calafrio subir pela sua coluna. Após a estranheza inicial, começaram a conversar sobre a vizinhança e descobriu que ele morava há umas quadras da sua casa e juntava dinheiro para viajar com o time universitário de rugby dele. Na hora que ele te entrega a comida não pode deixar de notar a mão gigante, com dedos compridos e grossos que assombrariam sua mente por dias, mas, consequentemente, viu também a enorme aliana que adornava o anelar esquerdo, causando uma tristeza irracional no seu coração ao ficar evidente que ele já tinha dona.

A partir desse dia, você passou a frequentar mais o restaurante, de vez em quando esbarrando em Agustín e puxando conversa, gradativamente criando um vínculo com o uruguaio. Nas suas inúmeras visitas não pôde deixar de escutar algumas coisas sobre ele e sem querer ouviu a recepcionista fofocando com um garçom sobre o casamento decadente dele. Apesar de se sentir mal por escutar algo que não deveria, não conseguia conter a a faísca de malícia que surgia junto com fantasias pecaminosas. Um plano ousado e perverso se formando na sua mente.

Por isso, durante uma noite quente por conta das ondas de calor, fez questão de fazer um pedido quase perto da hora de fechar, em seguida se arrumando para por sua ideia em ação. Nem conseguiria imaginar o que aconteceria se funcionasse, mas só de imaginar já conseguia sentir sua calcinha ficando encharcada.

Quando escutou a buzina da moto se olhou no espelho uma última vez, admirando seu rosto corado pelo blush levinho, os olhos realçados discretamente por um lápis preto e o decote quase saltando da sua camisola apertada de renda. Lembrou carinhosamente do dia que ele mencionou a cor favorita ser azul e fez questão de usar essa cor o máximo que conseguia a seu favor. Fingindo decência, pegou um robe meio transparente e foi em direção ao portão.

"Boa noite." Agustin fala na voz grave com os olhos abaixados pegando a sua refeição.

"Boa noite, como vai?"

Quando ele finalmente levanta o olhar, nem disfarça a curiosidade e surpresa, apertando um pouco forte demais o isopor na mão grande, se perdendo no que deveria fazer e somente sendo capaz de alternar os olhos entre seu rosto adorável e seu decote enfeitado pela renda azul bebê que escapava diretamente para a visão atenta dele.

"Vai sair? Tá bonita hoje..." Ele fala após engolir em seco, te entregando a comida. "Não que você não seja sempre linda!" Continua quando você o encara com uma sobrancelha arqueada mesmo que tivesse atingido seu objeto de desconcentrar o moreno. "só quero dizer- me enrolei né" Finaliza soltando uma risada nasal junto contigo que finalmente decide ter pena dele e suavizar sua expressão falsa de incredulidade.

"Tudo bem, Agus, eu só tava testando umas roupas antigas mesmo e nem vi o tempo passar até você chegar." Responde em um tom de voz calmo e com um sorriso doce ao acariciar o braço dele e um jesto reconfortante. Morde a própria língua quando nota a forma como ele estremece com o seu toque na pele quente dele. "´Tá muito calor, né? Você tá super suado, não quer jogar uma água no seu rosto? Ou tomar algo pra se refrescar?" Pergunta preocupada fingindo notar só agora como os cachinhos castanhos estão meio úmidos de suor e as bochechas avermelhadas pelo clima abafado.

Della Corte hesita um pouco, abrindo e fechando a boca repetida vezes e alternando o olhar conflituoso entre você e a rua deserta.

"Tudo bem pode ser, mas rapidinho, prometo não te incomodar muito." Agustin diz decididamente e ajustando a moto melhor na frente da sua casa, para então te acompanhar pelo pequeno jardim. Seu ventre se contorcia só de ver aquela figura imponente e gigante andando em meio as suas flores delicadas.

"Imagina! Você nunca é um incômodo." Retruca sorrindo abertamente e piscando um olho para o mais alto que te segue cegamente completamente enfeitiçado por ti.

[...]

Não tinha fantasia que se compare a realidade de ter o corpo grande e musculoso te pressionando com o peso delicioso contra o sofá. Seus lábios se massageavam desesperadamente, soltando estalos molhados cada vez que suas línguas e enroscavam e se distanciavam só para Agustin mudar o ângulo do beijo ardente que compartilhavam. Não demorou nem 2 minutos para Agustin simplesmente te atacar, segurando seu pescoço ao perguntar se você realmente queria seu uma putinha pra ele, o que você respondeu entusiasmada que sim repetidas vezes enquanto tirava o roupão que nem cobria muito.

Dizer que ele estava faminto por ti era um eufemismo. Os beijos delirantes e toques firmes do moreno te consumiam de uma forma avassaladora, fazendo seus quadris inquietos se esfregarem na coxa grossa encaixada entre suas pernas. Gemidos abafados saiam de ambos que já começavam a arrancar a roupa um do outro rapidamente, ou melhor, você retirava a roupa dele enquanto Agustin só agarra os dois lados da calcinha de renda, forçando até arrebentar.

"Agustin!" Não sabia discenir se seu choramingo foi pela perda de uma peça tão delicada ou por enfim ter contato pele a pele com torso definido te esmagando e o membro duro roçando sua bucetinha pulsante.

Suas mãos percorriam toda a extensão de pele endurecida e ao mesmo tempo macia pelos músculos proeminentes, o corpo de atleta te deixando tontinha. Uma sinfonia de sons saía das suas bocas no beijo desengonçado pela sensação alucinante da glande inchada estimulando seu clitóris. A mistura de fluídos das suas intimidades produzia um barulhinho molhado denunciando que o meio de suas pernas estava uma bagunça melecada resultado da crescente excitação que a qualquer momento explodiria.

"Quer meu pau nessa sua bucetinha carente, hm? Cansou de ficar só me olhando igual uma cadelinha no cio e finalmente vai deixar eu te comer até sua cabecinha só saber pensar em mim." Agustin grunhe direcionando uma mão para a sua buceta, se afastando um pouco e te fazendo miar quando os dedos hábeis provocam sua entradinha, esfregando a umidade pela área sensível. Depois disso, sobe os dígitos para massagear seu pontinho inchado ao mesmo tempo que desce beijos pelo seu pescoço até chegar nos seus seios ainda cobertos pela renda. Obviamente descontente com isso, Agustin abaixa a peça e sem mais delongas, abocanha o lado esquerdo, lambendo e sugando o biquinho juntamente com o máximo de pele que consegue. A mão dele continua a brincar com a sua bucetinha cada vez mais encharcada, agora, ele mantinha o polegar no seu clitóris enquanto outros dois dedos mergulhavam dentro do seu buraquinho.

Gemidos agudos e ofegantes escapavam da sua garganta conforme tudo se tornava demais para seu corpo aguentar, o orgasmo iminente se aproximando, suas unhas descontavam a tensão nas costas pálidas e tatuadas dele que grunhia elogios ao redor dos seus seios sobre como você era tão gostosa e como tinha a buceta mais apertada que ele já tinha fodido.

O vai e vem dos dedos compridos tocava cada nervo dentro de ti, socando o seu ponto g ao se curvarem e esticando suas paredes só com a própria grossura. Com um último grito silencioso, sua buceta se contrai repetidas vezes e um jato de líquidos esguicha da sua intimidade, sujando ainda mais a virilha de ambos e o tecido do sofá.

Agustin nem te dá tempo de se recuperar e já se distancia para posicionar suas pernas moles ao redor do quadris largo, admirando todo o seu corpo disposto a ele, nem se refrea em te tocar mais uma vez, intimamente acariciando cada curva e nuance da sua silhueta.

Ansioso, o moreno não perde tempo em deslizar a cabecinha pelas suas dobrinhas, te fazendo espernear com a hipersensibilidade que sentia na região depois de um orgasmo tão intenso, mas ele não se abala e só segura suas coxas com mais força. Cuidadosamente, Agusin penetra sua bucetinha, o rosto ruborizado e lábios vermelhos de tanto morder ao tentar se controlar para não meter com tudo.

Suas mãos vão em direção aos ombros fortes, puxando-o para se deitar novamente sobre ti. Ele prontamente obedece, relaxando o torso sobre o seu, esmagando seus seios com o peitoral imenso. Quando o pau grande e grosso se enfia por inteiro na sua buceta, ambos suspiram pela sensação eletrizante de estarem unidos, ainda mais com ele te alargando de uma maneira que ninguém nunca fez.

"Me fode, Agus, por favor." Implora trêmula de tanto prazer, levando uma mão para empurrar uma das nádegas firmes dele e pressionar os quadris mais ainda contra seu corpo.

Sorrindo com seu estado desesperado, ele apoia os cotovelos na lateral da sua cabeça, voltando a se apossar da sua boca em um beijo caloroso que você retribui ainda mais fogosa. Agustin inicia um ritmo vigoroso de estocadas profundas que balançariam seu corpo inteiro se não fosse o peso dele sobre o seu.

Ele tomando um belo caldo de xana com cubos de grelo para se refrecar

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Get Ribbon-ed , Heart boy

(slight) alt ver and a ver for funsies under here:

(if the ace gacha comes back, i may spend One more x10 pull to try and get his card... maybe...)

[tan1shere]

HOW EACH BILLIE ERA IS IN BED

A/n: Hey guys ! Got this idea and thought I'd do what I think billie would be like in bed ! I hope you all enjoy, this is definitely a little different but enjoy it while I work on other things for you MUAH - also thank you for allllll the love on her favorite 💖 there's two other billie series in the works 👀 ANYWAYS ENJOY

! This is starting from when she was 18 ofc and she still had the green then so we will begin w that. - this is just for fun please don't take things too literal this is just how I think she would be. !

Masterlist - each era masterlist

GREEN ROOTS

- I feel like this era she is definitely more on the dominant side (like most of these will be except for one. I'm gunna try my hardest since I don't see her as a sub, you're welcome sub billie enthusiasts.) This was on from silver hair billie and she was a menace. So I feel like that menacingness is still within her.

^how I see it^

◇ I feel like she could either be a rough dom during this time or a soft one there's no in between ! One day she could decide she needs that relief and to consensually take it out on you. Other days she'd just need you in a softer way, comforting sex.

◇ she's very protective of you ESPECIALLY during this time and sex. She always makes sure you feel safe no matter the situation. It's her priority. Even if you are both fully new to things you'd provide that for one another.

◇ you'd sometimes not behave for this era, why ? Because she could easily get wound up. But it wad so hot.

"Are you nuts?" She asks, putting her stuff down. You had just been at some party when this girl was flirting with you. You ofcourse had no interest, but you saw how jealous Billie got. It was cute. So you decided to play with fire. "Oh come on, it was no-" Her hand lands on your jaw. "Don't mess with me. You knew good and well." You giggle, making her furrow her brows. "You're just so jealous huh?" The furrow deepens. "I am not." You up the anti with a smirk. "So, hypothetically if I were to let her do more. Touch me. You wouldn't want that to be you? You would want that? To-" But just like before you were cut off. "Just shut up." She says kissing you. Yeah, she was jealous.

◇ with that said she could be incredibly protective, causing jealousy to come easy. You reassured her countless times she was the only one you'd ever want and need.

"You're mine, got it?" She tells you, the thick strap sliding in and out if you. "All mine. Say it." You let a moan slip. "A-all yours Bills. Promise." Her head dips down, kissing your lips. "Yeah, mine."

Kinks: with this one there isn't that many as you both are starting out. But there is one ! She is obsessed with missionary, being close to you as possible, having you secure in the position.

BLONDE

- now this era I can see her being a switch. This era was definitely both, oxytocin and swarm ?? Yeah. Dom. Not much more to say about that. This era she was also experimenting more with her femininity, so I do see her as potentially being just a bit more subby aswel.

^how I see it^

◇ blonde billie is forever in awe of you, at your disposal. Since she is a switch you'd either get obliterated or turned on by her on her knees for you.

◇ (this era, sub) Billie will always beg, she forever craves you. Her wines and moans, send you mental.

"Please please please. Need more." Her voice high pitched. Her hands grabbing ahold of your thighs as she ate you out. You grip her blonde hair, pulling her back but she whines. "Noooo." You giggle. "Naww but why not." She pouts at you, you give into the look. Releasing her head as she dives back in.

^I tried for that one ok, sorry if its blew I just personally don't see her like that so it's harder to execute^

◇ (this era, dom) she incredibly relentless, oxytocin was definitely about you. Keeping with the switch theme she could either be a soft dom or rough one, you never knew what you'd be getting. Rough days, she will not let you move, like a rabid animal she will pin you down and relentlessly rails you. Soft dom billie will be so assuring and sweet, aserting her power over you. Being so gentle while doing so.

"Gunna fuck you so good, you won't remember your own name." She says, pinning your arms above your head as her thrusts become harsher and harsher. "Bil-" Her head shakes. Grabbing your jaw. "Uh uh, speak properly." Her eyes were warning. "Mommy.." You breathe. "Good fucking girl." She growls.

Your body moves all over the bed as she fingers you, watching your face as it contorts, she loves having you like this. Getting reactions out of you like it's nothing. "Talk to me angel. This feel good baby?" You nod. "Words, sweetheart." - "Ye- yes.. feels sooo. Good." You moan as her finger curls, watching your eyes roll back with such pleasure. Biting your lip as the feeling intensifies. "Very good, for me."

Kinks: talking you through it, you being in control. Main two she adores

BLACK W BANGS

- again dominant but sooo cheeky and feral. She was very open and risky

^how I see it^

◇ such a fucking menace and a tease you'd have the most fun with this era. Saying that she'd forever do the simplest touches in public but they were always very affective.

◇ going back to this era being risky she would not care if you were in public. For example she'd always rest a hand on your thigh at the movies, leading it up to your needy cunt. And oh boy the teasing touches made you go mental. Or if you were at a restaurant. This woman simply didn't care she needed her hands on you.

◇ bathrooms are another place, whether it be at a mall or a party she'd always drag you away to have her fun.

"Billie, someone could hear." She smirks. "Best be quiet then huh?" Your eyes full with worry, but that excitement peaks through,as embarrassing as that sounds. But Billie almost wants people to hear you, hear how risky it could be. Hear everything only to walk out of this party letting everyone know it was her doing. Her making you squirm and whimper. Her hands slide up your dress moving it. "B-" Her lips crash onto yours, keeping you quiet for now. But she was sure as hell not helping you later on. And when that time comes she speeds up, having you gasping for air. Someone then comes in, obviously not to pee but to stand around gawking at the mirror no doubt. Your eyes widen in fear. Going to put your hand over your mouth but she grav your wrists, quietly putting them above your head, against the door. Your legs tremble, so close to letting slip a moan. Billies finger raises to her lips, signaling for you to be quiet. The return to your wrists keeping them there. This fucking woman.

Kinks: public affection, Agoraphilia ! She adores to be risky with you, knowing you get shy. It just fuels her.

RED ROOTS

- I feel like in this era she's full dom, more on the rougher side too. Red roots is truly a menace!

^how I see it^

◇ this mf is a teaser, she would gladly edge you until your literally in tears, having such a wicked smirk on her face.

◇ you would never disobey this era. And if you even did it wouldn't end good for you.

Her fingers were deep, then they weren't. "Hmm all this squirming when you asked for this. You knew what I'd do. What I'm capable of baby." You whine, you regret it so much. She's been edging you for three hours straight. You decided to mess with her since you hadn't ever. Now you never, ever will again if this is the outcome. "Told you I wasn't kidding."

◇ this era was very protective, bringing that jealousy out more so. Having an arm around you always at events or parties. She had to make it known you were hers.

She had been pulled aside by people, making you look around aimlessly. A female stood beside you. "Hey gorgeous." She seemed sincere. But as soon as Billie caught sight she excused herself from whatever was keeping her. "Oh hi." You smile sweetly. No. Only she could make you smile like that. She comes up behind you, setting a dominating hand at the base of your neck. You knew those rings. Those cold, rings. You don't even need to turn around. "Hey baby." Her lips meet your jaw, giving it a long kiss. Her hand never moving once. "Oh hi Billie." Billie had no clue who she was. "Mhmm, I'd be on the way now." You grab her hand as the woman leaves. "Play nice." Her brow raises. "Careful mama." Her movements are swift into grabbing your own wrists. "Don't start something you know damn well you can't finish." - "You could've been nicer." You say sweetly. You were just so stupid. According to her. "Nice huh? Sure, but i won't be so nice later." ... fuck.

◇ this era stuck to her words so when you disobeyed even in the slightest she'd immediately put you back in your place.

"Come on baby, thought you said you were done being a bratty little bitch." You nod vigorously. "Was I wrong?" You couldn't speak even if she was after that. "So I should go through with a punishment?" Your head shakes. "Then answer me." You let out a breath. "N-no, I promise I won't do it again." Her head tilts. "That's what you said last time baby. You lied to me." And that's all you remember. It had been nearly two hours, the sheets were ruined from countless orgasms, countless missed orgasms. All in one sitting. "Told you. You just didn't listen huh bub?" - "Just a dumb whore." You whimper, needing to cum. You were so far gone, so down bad for this woman. "Daddy please, please need it so bad." She smirks. "What, to release? Only good girls cum. I don't think you've earned that title." You whine. "B-but.." She shakes her head. "Prove to me youre sorry and you won't do it again." You'd think the tears would prove that but that was certainly not enough. "Won't do it ever again, wanna be goof for you. Please let me cum, please daddy. I'll be the best for you always. And if I don't. Next punishment will be.." You sigh not wanting to even put the idea into her head. "The vibrator that you have full control of." Shes officially satisfied. "Good girl, setting your own punishments. Better stick to your own word huh?" You nod. "Cum."

Kinks: degrading, and being called daddy, orgasm control.

BROWN

- kinda getting back into the greenish era like silver Billie, such a menace but I can SO see this era being a soft dom. Can't change my mind.

^how I see it^

◇ she so talks you through it, words soft and alluring. Her favorite thing to do is tell you how good youre being for her.

"Being suuuuch a good girl, huh baby?" You are a complete mess, moaning. Whimpering. Her choice of words, her voice. How could you not whimper. As she thrusts her fingers in you can't help but want more. "Please Billie." She just smiles down at you. "You want more, hm?" You nod. "Words sweet thing. Use that beautiful voice." Your eyes shut momentarily. "Need the strap, please. Need it deep." You confess. She was proud. As anything, hearing you ask so specifically. "Then thats what my baby shall get."

◇ but even if you weren't being good just one simple look would make you fall to your knees. You try and you do it fairly often but man is it hot to see her putting you in your place with just her eyes.

◇ this era would never be rough with you, she's just too obsessed with you, always making you feel secure in the bedroom.

◇ the way she talks to you, it's so gentle, shes imperious. In the best way. Guiding you all the time. She's grown so much and is so much more mature now. Showing that.

"Too much." You sigh, but who were you kidding it made you spiral more. The strap hitting angles you didn't know was possible. "Never too much, I know you baby." - "You take me sooo well. So good." Her kisses linger on your neck as shes nestled in the crook. "F-fuck! Feels so good." You moan into her ear as her thrusts never stop being powerful. "Exactly my point babygirl."

◇ having a kink in wanting to get you pregnant. She curses the fact that she can't do it automatically.

"Wanna fill you up." She says softly, feeding both of your secret desires. "Gunna have a mini us running around." She snaps her hips forward forcefully. "N-need to feel it. Please Billie." She smirks, loving how desperate you sound. "Yeah ? Wanna feel how deep I can shoot it into you. Maybe even make you have twins, fuck!" She says as you squeeze around the strap. Almost as if it was actually hers. You back arches, gushing within and instant on her. The squirting dildo doing the exact same.

Kinks: praising, breeding.

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @brat-at-the-disco @iluvapplesxh @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu

[cosmicfandomvegan]

Gods, Obito and Kakashi were totally simping for each other weren't they?

These two were disgustingly down bad for each other in the most tragic, soul-crushing way possible. The secret infauation was legendary—just buried under layers of guilt, war, and emotional constipation.

Exhibit A: Obito’s Entire Existence:

- Gave Kakashi his literal eye (a Sharingan! An Uchiha’s "heart"!) as a ”congrats on your promotion” gift.

- Basically "died" screaming Kakashi’s name while getting crushed by a boulder ("Protect Rin… for me…" aka "I trust you with my heart’s last wish").

-Kept Kakashi alive at every opportunity (yes, even that time when he went on a killer rampage and had just witnessed Kakashi kill his literal crush).

- As an adult terrorist? BOY WAS STILL OBSESSED! Built a whole Kakashi’s Pain Simulator in the Kamui dimension. He recreated Kakashi’s suffering in his mind to "prove" Kakashi’s life was pain—because Obito was, in fact, obsessed.

-Obito stalked Kakashi for years (watching him mourn at the Memorial Stone.. Kinda wonder if he was comparing dicks at any point too, like Gai did in that one filler episode🍆).

-Then in a way, Kamui was like Obito’s "Kakashi Pain Cave" where he sulked for 15 years—peak infatuation!)

- "I’ll haunt you forever 🖤🤍" energy 😭

Exhibit B: Kakashi’s Eternal Guilt Kink:

- Wore Obito’s eye for 20 years, never removing it, never moving on. "This is my burden (and also my emotional support trauma eye that reminds me of how good a person Obito was as I strive to make him proud every day of my life).”

- Barely brought Rin up. I mean, she must've been closer to him than Obito, right? Lived longer, he actually got along with her... She was like his sister. But nah, his memories and thoughts are almost allllll Obito. (Bro loved both, but he loved Obito, catch my drift? He was dead-ass obsessed with a dead guy. If Obito was an Obita, way more people would ship and even say they were clearly in love.)

- When Obito finally revealed himself? Kakashi stabbed him ironically in the heart (metaphor?) and then had a mental breakdown in the middle of battle. Classic. T_T

-After Obito's "death", Kakashi didn't just adopt his ideals, he let Obito's ghost rewrite his entire personality. (He deeply admired Obito too. 🥹)

-Literally built a shrine to his memory (and visited it more than his dad’s grave).

Obito’s name wasn’t even officially on the classified mission names list, but Kakashi carved it in himself like a lovesick Victorian widow etching initials into a tree. Meanwhile, Sakumo’s grave? Pretty dusty. :/ 

Obito’s symbolic headstone he's like, "BB I VISIT YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY AND I QUOTE YOU CONTINUOUSLY 😭" aka YOU STILL MATTER. (how fucking romantic????)

And let’s not even get into how Kakashi retired to tend Obito’s grave post-war. Dude built a whole second shrine.

Peak uwu Moment:

Their final interaction in the war:

- Obito: "I’m giving you my Sharingan again. Here’s a double Mangekyō. Go be OP, my emotionally stunted king. 👑😩"

- Kakashi: "I’ll carry your will (and also your face in my soul) forever.”

- Poor Naruto watching and knowing full-well he's missed an entire gay saga of Kakashi's life: "Are they… flirting....?¿?? wtf maaan...-___-;"

Conclusion:

They were disaster soulmates—one died a martyr, the other lived as a widow, and their love language was mutual self-destruction. If that’s not obsessive infatuation, what is? They could def have been a toxic rom-com and I'd pay to watch it. 🍿😎 I mean, they were so in love. Kakashi could never let go, and neither could Obito.

(I know it's not canon but we don't talk about that.)

[dummy-daisy]

I'd love to watch you suffer for me, tied to the bed with your head hanging off the edge and a nice big ring gag holding your mouth open and defenseless for me.

I'd slide my cock all across your slutty little face and get you all dirty before inching allllll the way down your throat. My balls pressed against your nose as I use my weight to shove my cock as deep as it'll go. I'd slap and pinch and twist your tits as you slowly realize you're running out of air... and I'm not moving an inch.

That's when it gets fun for me, watching you struggle against the ropes and feeling your tight throat spasm around me as the panic starts to set in. You could cry and shake all you wanted, throw your body around and twist and thrash trying to buck me off and I'd just grind deeper. I love watching the fight drain out of you against your will, the strength failing you as your jerky useless movements get weaker and weaker.

And just as your eyes roll back and the world starts to go black, I'd pull out and give you one precious gasp of air.

Only to start over again. We aren't done until you can make me cum just using your throat. Until then, you get one breath every 2 minutes.

Better start trying, doll.

oh your pleasure is so much more important than my need to breathe 🩷

[darkbluekies]

Shit happens! We understand and are grateful to even get to read your stuff FOR FREEEEE. So we can wait a little while longer, dw.

I hope you and your friends have a blast. Be sure to give us an update and let us know!!

I'm dogsitting and then going camping with my dad for a month (I have a rather... strained... relationship with him), so my anxiety has been through the roof. If you want, you could just give us a little blurb (just a few sentences or smth) on how they would handle Darlings anxiety! That way, you don't feel like you've done nothing or whatever :P

OMG, DARLING CUDDLING WITH OTTO TO HELP HER ANXIETY AAAAA I LOVE DOGS SM

Ah thank you, I hope so too! I'm making Caprese and garlic bread since my friends take care of the entrecote and the potato salad and the cake and alcohol. I do not drink alcohol so I've got a bottle of sparkling alcohol-free wine allllll to myselffffff while they have their stuff. I'll let you know tomorrow how things go<3

I'm sorry to hear that, I hope everything will be fine! (Theyre a bit humorus below because me as a writer have a hard time comforting people sorry but I hope it makes you smile?) I can reassure you that:

Silas, Hedwig & Edmund are the physical kinds that will hug and calm down with the help of physical touch. A few sweet words thrown in together. These are the clingy/lovesick ones that WILL squeeze you until you feel better. Or pass out. And yes, Silas would definetly use Otto.

Dr Kry is clinical and has probably been taught on how to calm people down, so if I were you I'd choose him for help if you ever need it. He does not disregard your feelings at all. He will sit with you until you feel better and will then make you some tea and watch a movie together to get you on other thoughts.

Jerry lets you listen to her heart and scratches your scalp, headmassage/scalp massage, while telling you "how dumb it is to feel anxious when you can feel happy instead". Very helpful, I know, but she means well, she just doesnt know how to articulate it.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors X Petite Reader

Summary: SDV Bachelors reactions to the farmer being small-chested/petite and loving them no matter what.

Warning(s): Mostly fluff with some smut sprinkled in(Like a 90:10 ratio), Some angst (Mostly Alex's part), The only one who actually gets laid is Shane, horay for him <33, Some suggestiveness sprinkled in here and there, Overall body positivity tones in this one ngl.

Side Note(s): I won't deny that this was one of the harder fics to write simply because I don't know what it's like to be super skinny! But I tried my best for the sake of those apart of the tiny-figure club✊

Also, sorry to the Harvey enjoyers. I kept Harvey out of this one because— lol he's a doctor, ofc he'd love you even if you were skinny. He's seen allllll the body types. (also ik this was supposed to come out yesterday, but I had to prep for a new puppy)

Elliot

I gotta start this whole list off simple and frank—

I genuinely believe that none of the bachelors would give a darn that you're apart of the small titty gang. At best, they wouldn't notice tbh, and at worst? They'd playfully tease you with some lines of "Lol you're flat" or something along those lines, but nothing genuinely hurtful.

With that being said—ELLIOT IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE "I love my small titty gf" FANCLUB.

I'd imagine him saying something cheesy like "I love you for your soul, not your body 😩 🙏". Only difference? He's not a nice guy tipping his fedora while he says it.

With that out of the way, though, walk with me with this thought.

You're feeling a little insecure one day, perhaps some old thoughts about your ex pop up, and how they dumped you because they weren't able to get over how you "had nothing for them to grab onto". Elliot has been noticing your change in demeanor all day, and thus, he decides that the best way to cheer you up is to pamper you!

Which is just code for being even more of a sweetheart.

♡ - "Y'know...you don't have to do this, Elliot..." You murmured in embarrassment as you looked up at your boyfriend, who currently straddled your hips.

"I seriously don't need a massage, i-it's fine! I was just having a rough day." Elliot only flashed you an unconvinced smile before he reached over to the nearby nightstand to light the honey-scented candle that sat on top of it. "A 'bad day' doesn't constitute you talking horribly about yourself in front of the mirror, my love." He eventually responded, sighing at the end. You struggled to find your words for a few minutes as you watched Elliot prepare the massage oils as well as temporarily get off of you to retrieve a warm towel.

Usually, you didn't take notice of your body in extreme detail.

You knew you were petite and had a small frame. Completely unlike others who had more meat on their figure, but...that wasn't the source of your bad day, it was the brief remembrance of what your ex had said to you that had soured your entire mood. Unwillingly, you remembered how, whenever the two of you would go out together, they'd always have wandering eyes for anyone else who had fuller features before they'd look back at you.

"You should eat more."

"You're so frail! Are you sure you're not anorexic?"

"God, there's nothing for me to grab onto."

Just the thought of his words now was beginning to make you tear up. But when you heard Elliot beginning to finish up in the bathroom, you quickly wiped away your budding tears and attempted to focus only on the positives, after all, since you both had started dating, Elliot had never once made a negative comment about your body! He'd never fail to make you feel as if you were the most gorgeous person in the world; he'd compliment your personality and always talk about your favorite quirks and little oddities that made him fall even more in love with you.

Each graze of his fingertips across your skin filled you with a warm and gentle flame, and when he pulled you into his embrace. It washed away all negative thoughts in your head within seconds and made you feel as if nothing could touch you.

Usually.

In the present, however, as you watched Elliot straddle you once more before he poured a dime-sized amount of massage oil onto his hand. Your thoughts raced with the worries and fears of whether or not his attitude towards you was really true, about the possibility of him secretly thinking about you the way your ex did— "What's going on in that head of yours, dear?" Elliot hummed all of a sudden, snapping you from your swirling thoughts.

"N-Nothing!" You stuttered out. "Just...just thinking about the farm."

Elliot raised his brow, unconvinced as he took one of your hands into his own and began to gently massage your palm. "It's not good to lie." You looked off to the side, clicking your tongue. "Y/N?" He spoke once more. "What's wrong?" You tried to close your eyes to escape the situation, only for Elliot to place one of his hands against your cheek before urging you to look at him. To talk to him. With such sweet pleas before you opened your eyes to the most concerned look you've ever seen on him...you were unable to keep your thoughts to yourself for very much longer. Not to mention, you slowly came to the conclusion that it was better to be honest with your feelings, your thoughts, rather than trying to avoid the situation entirely.

So, you took a deep breath before slowly exhaling. "Do...do you wish that I were skinnier?" The question you posed was jarring to Elliot, the writer jerking his head back as if he were physically hurt at the question! "I...I don't blame you if you do—"

"Never." He interrupted you firmly. "What's the matter? What happened?" He asked before he once again got off of you and proceeded to sit next to you, pulling your head to lay on his lap as he began to gently pet your head. "Nothing!" You quickly reassured him. "It's just...my previous boyfriends have always mentioned something about my weight, about how skinny I am. I guess—" You took a deep breath. "—I guess I was just being insecure." You admitted. You waited for a few beats to see if Elliot would say anything, your eyes shyly looking up into his green orbs, only to find his eyes slightly narrowed in thought. You loved Elliot, you loved him so much that sometimes it nearly made you want to cry.

With so many of your past relationships going south, so many times that your size has become a negative factor...you wanted one relationship to go right, just one time, where you could love your partner and not have your heart broken down the line all because of how skinny you were. In fact, you were nearly shocked with yourself that you hadn't brought this matter up sooner! But...you supposed that you were afraid.

You didn't want your heart broken again— "I will always love you." Elliot said softly, your eyes refocusing on his before you nearly choked on your own breath with the amount of sheer love that was reflected in his eyes. "No matter what size you are, skinny or not." Your entire body shook when he resumed petting your head gently, his fingers combing through the hair ever so gently as if you were something made of glass. "I understand your insecurities, you're free to talk to me about them anytime you feel them, but...let my thoughts be known now, my love. I never minded your looks." When Elliot leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, you nearly broke down right then and there, the love you had for this man threatening to make your heart burst from your chest.

"Your heart and passion is what drove me to you, your personality, and how you put your all into anything and everything you do." He continued. "You never have to feel insecure with me."

As if a giant weight had been lifted from your shoulders...you relaxed further into Elliot's lap, a satisfied hum leaving your lips before all you could respond with was a simple— "...Thank you."

Sebastian

I feel like he'd be the second runner up to the list of bachelors who don't care about you having small tits.

Hell, if you were to ask him straight up if he cared, then he would respond with "??? No? Why would I?".

But if he gets the sense that you're genuinely upset and feeling bad about yourself, then he would pamper you with sweet words and heavy cuddling with a smidge of sensual touching mixed into the fray. When it comes to the situation where you're genuinely feeling down about yourself, he's not going to care much about trying to wash away those thoughts with sex.

He'll lie down in bed with you, talk about all the things he loves about you, and how you thinking so low of yourself was nearly offensive to him! After all, in his eyes, you were a perfect angel who had saved him.

♡ - Sebastian was currently spooning your back, humming like a content kitten as he snuggled the side of his face into the crook of your neck. "You're so pretty..." He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the shell of your ear and eliciting a few giggles from you as he hugged you closer to his chest.

You'd been like this with him for the past hour, it seemed! Snuggling with your boyfriend as the two of you enjoyed each other's presence and talked about mundane things from time to time, be it your farm and how it was going so far, to Sebastian talking about his clients and what he was working on for them. The whole situation was almost enough to nearly drown out all of the negative thoughts that had been swirling around in your head as of late. Last night, you had been scrolling through your phone until...you came across an old text from a former friend of yours.

The memory of how your friendship fell apart was recalled by one text after the other, and it was simple. More or less, your friend had been constantly pressuring you to eat more, claiming that it was for your benefit and even trying to add on some "advice" that people would never like you if you continued to remain skinny!

At one point, their words had infiltrated your brain, putting you on a path where you'd once eat to the point of throwing up until you realized that...you were fine with being skinny. Enough to where you were able to see past your ex-friend's lies and drop them completely. But as you felt Sebastian's hands begin to slowly wander up and down your body, a question suddenly popped into your head.

"Hey Sebastian..." You murmured, winding up with Sebastian responding to you with a soft 'Hm?' in return. "You like me being skinny, right?" At your question, Sebastian took his face from your neck before he peered over you in order to get a better look at your face. "Huh?"

"I-I'm just asking." You stuttered. "I wanted to know if I should eat more, would...you even like that?" He clicked his tongue. "I like you the way you are," He said matter-of-factly. "You're healthy, right?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "But I could be prettier if I put on a few more pounds, right?" You asked in return. He didn't know whether to laugh, thinking that this conversation was some badly placed joke, or to immediately dive deep as to why you felt this way and who made you feel this way to begin with! But as Sebastian continued to search your expression, looking for any sign that spoke to what you were truly feeling on the inside, he decided to lie back down with a heavy sigh before he hugged you tighter. You tried your best not to question his silence, thinking that he was just gathering his thoughts, but...the longer it went on, the longer your thoughts raced— "I love you." He said firmly.

"You. I love you." He said again. "I...I don't care about your size, that's bullshit." When you tried to turn to look at him, he only held you more firmly to keep you from moving. He didn't want you to see how he was nearly on the verge of tears himself! In his eyes? You were someone who saved him, the one who made him see the worth he had and that he wasn't just some leech on life. You made him realize that this town wasn't as bad as it seemed, you kept him from leaving, and made him see the good! You changed his life for the better and supported all of his ideas, his creativity, and most importantly? The job he wanted to pursue.

You gave him freedom.

How could he dare to try and demand any more of you, much less for you to look a certain way...when he was so grateful for everything you had already given him? "I didn't fall in love with you because of your size, I fell in love with you because you're you." Sebastian sighed before he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your neck. You struggled to withhold a quiet squeak at the affection, your cheeks beginning to tint a deep pink as you tried to remain level-headed and not think of this situation as anything more. He was being sweet, it was wrong of you to try and turn this situation into anything more. "You seriously think I'd care about how skinny you are?"

You giggled quietly when he placed another kiss on your neck. "It's not that...I was just curious."

You couldn't see it, but you could've sworn that Sebastian was rolling his eyes. "About whether or not I'm like anyone else you've been with in the past?"

"I wouldn't put it like that..."

"It's what you meant," he tsked. "Don't...don't think about yourself in that way, as if your lower than anyone else. As if I would think of you any differently just because you're super skinny." He continued before he went back to nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his hands beginning to slowly slide their way up and underneath your shirt. "Seb'..." You whispered.

He shushed you with a whispered 'Just let me feel you a little.' You would've thought he was just innocently running his hands over your body, feeling and enjoying your warmth, if it weren't for the way that his lips were beginning to graze over your skin, humming in delight every now and again as if he were smelling the most delicious treat. But Sebastian was determined to keep this as innocent as he could, to show you that you were beautiful and perfect in his eyes, without making you even dare to think that you were only attractive when he was having sex with you.

"I'll tell you as many times as you need me to, that you're beautiful and I'm the lucky one, that you even looked in my direction in the first place."

Sam

Okay, so hear me out on this one and follow closely—

Imagine that you and Sam were best friends, so close that it was nearly on par with how close he and Sebastian were! There weren't too many things that you hadn't already told Sam, and the blonde always met it with being a surprisingly good listener as well as sticking firmly to his words of keeping your secret if you told him one.

Therefore, you thought that the "secret" of you being slightly embarrassed about your chest/body figure was just another secret to go into the steel trap vault that was his mind.

You said it as if it were just another joke of yours, but...Sam took your words seriously. Thus, it resulted in him practically spilling his heart out about how much he hated it when you talked about yourself negatively, even if it was a joke!

He talked about all the things he liked about you, whether it was your laugh, how your face would crinkle up when you witnessed something you didn't like, or even the simple way you'd look at him!

When it all ended and Sam turned away suddenly, claiming that he had to babysit Vincent while their mom was out—

You had developed a crush right then and there.

♡ - "Can you keep a secret, Sam?"

A ghost of a smile already made its way onto his lips at the way you phrased your question, the blonde slowly turning his head to look over at you. You were currently visiting town from ZuZu City for the weekend, you didn't speak on the reason much, simply telling him that you missed the town and that you wanted to be here for the upcoming Stardew Valley Fair! But...he suspected it was more than that.

Nonetheless, though, he wasn't ready to dive into those reasons if you weren't ready.

All he did was focus on enjoying your presence to the fullest as the both of you stood outside his house, leaning against it near the window that led into his room as you both stared up at the night sky, while you filled in the empty air here and there with random tidbits about your life out in ZuZu City. One moment, you'd be going on about your new job as a corporate worker for Joja, the next you'd talk about how you hated your landlord!

But that question you brought up? He was already preparing himself to laugh his ass off. "I can keep a secret," Sam assured you with a nod. You raised your brow cautiously, as if you were expecting him to back out all of a sudden at any minute now, until you finally let out a sigh. "I'm—I'm a bit embarrassed about my body." You said, quietly at first until it was quickly followed suite with a laugh. "I was thinking about it earlier today. Remember how all those kids would tease me when we were younger? That I looked like a boy?" You continued, hardly even noticing the way that Sam looked at you with a confused expression.

He didn't laugh much, let alone chuckle. He stared at you as seriously as he could, as if you were telling him a deeply personal secret! And to him? You were, after all...there was nothing about your words that screamed 'secret', and more so, you venting to him. "I'm beginning to think they were right." You huffed. "Look at me! I've hardly developed anything! I look as flat as the day we were throwing rocks into the pond." You tsked. "Y'know...everyone at my job teases me, especially my boss—"

"Isn't that some type of harassment?" You almost flinched at how serious he sounded, the tone completely foreign coming out of Sam's mouth, until you tried to lift the mood a little with a light scoff. "It's not like they're lying. It's..." You quickly cleared your throat, sweeping away that hint of sadness that started to creep into your voice before it had a chance to truly settle. "It's the truth." You eventually finished your sentence. Sam rolled his eyes. "It's really not. No one should talk about how you look. Especially if it's at work."

You raised your brow. "Look at you being all serious." You said teasingly, nudging the blonde in the side a little, earning a huff from him. "Where was this when we were kids? You always said that I had the body of a plank of wood!" The blonde responded with a laugh. "We were ten! That doesn't count." He said as he playfully pushed you away, resulting in you gently pushing him back in turn as you quickly got back into his space once more. And Sam couldn't help but blush in your close proximity, had he known that you would've grown into the person you were today...he would've gone back into the past right now and kept his younger self from saying that insult in the first place!

You were, quite frankly, beautiful.

As much as he tried to keep himself from appearing otherwise in front of you...he was pissed off at the fact that you were being bullied at your job, by your boss of all people! The sight of you laughing about it as if it were a joke, just another thing to brush off, to say he didn't like it would be an understatement.

After a while of silence had passed, Sam had finally let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You...you should really stop taking crap from your boss, y'know?" He recommended you all of a sudden. "You're—we're not ten anyone. You're..." When you looked at him, he lost his words. Usually, he compared you to Sebastian in terms of being easy to talk to. You had a bright smile that was addictive to see, and the two of you had seen each other at your collected worst and best! Even as the years went by, the time you both spent together became less and less...and when you did come to the valley? Those few day intervals were when he could really see how much you've grown and grown into the person you are today.

The more he thought about it, the deeper his blush became, and, in turn, you could only laugh in response to Sam's blushing features. "What's the matter? Feeling under the weather all of a sudden?"

He shook his head. "N-No!" He stuttered. "You're...you're beautiful." He finally decided to admit it. "I know what I said, I know what I've heard other people say." He continued. "But you're beautiful. Your body type doesn't matter to me Y/N...it—it shouldn't be a determining factor as to whether or not you get respect. Especially at your job, it pisses me off." For once, you couldn't immediately respond to the situation with a well-placed chuckle or a belly-aching fit of laughter. You were forced to stand there and listen, Sam's blue eyes seeming to gain a sort of radiance to them under the light of the moon as he looked at you with that familiar boyish gaze that he's always had since you were kids.

"Who cares about your body type?" Sam eventually added on. "I don't. There's so much more to you than just that and, I wish you would see it. Your laughter, the way you always try to make other people feel better about themselves...completely forgetting to make yourself feel good as well. I like the way you dress, the way you talk about things you're interested in, and..." Sam trailed off, fearing that the rest of his words were too much for this current moment. Hell, he had already said enough, he felt like.

Thus, as he slowly looked up from the ground and to your shocked face, his heart dropped to his stomach as he suddenly feared that he had ruined everything, turning the mood into something more serious than he had meant it to be. Quickly, he cleared his throat and looked to the front door of his house with a bashful laugh. "A-Anyway! That's just my opinion and how I see things. I've gotta go babysit Vincent."

It was nearly 11:00pm at night, you wanted to say.

But your words failed you as you could only watch Sam stuff his hand back into his pocket before he took off for the front door, closing it immediately behind him without even giving you a second to speak, much less say goodbye to him for the night! But...you supposed you wouldn't have been able to do so to begin with, the weird fluttering you had gotten in your chest after Sam had said what he said...it would've made it impossible to speak to him any further without tripping over your own words.

Alex

Because I'm a "reformed asshole" type of mood. I'll use Alex as my scapegoat and say— he's always teased you for having a petite build since the first time you two met. Admittedly, he meant in a sort of meaner way, but he thought you could handle it!

He heard about how you were able to go toe-to-toe with the monsters within the mines on the regular so he simply thought that you didn't care about his words because, just because you were skinny, that didn't mean you couldn't hold your own.

When you suddenly snapped at him, however...he knew his previous thoughts were dead wrong.

You'd call him out on his behavior, going off about how Alex truly hurt your feelings before demanding that the two of you don't talk to each other for a while.

And he would be in the dumps.

Up until he finally decides to apologize and beg for your forgiveness at your front door.

Blah blah blah, more apologies and boom.

The two of you are friends again and on a long and healthy pathway to some good ol' "forgive me" sex <33.

♡ - "You're a fucking jerk, Alex. How could you continue to treat me like this? I thought you were—that you were something more."

Those words ran through his head like a broken record player as he stood on your front porch, his fist hovering over the door as he debated between knocking on the door and begging for your forgiveness at the wee hours of the morning or...simply calling it quits. The way you had sobbed in front of him as you poured out your heart, screaming how much he had hurt you was something that kept him up all night, something that didn't allow him to get any type of rest and made him feel even more like an ass.

Although the two of you hadn't been friends long. He had valued the friendship you both shared so much more, he was an idiot for teasing you so much and thinking that you hadn't minded! Even if he had meant his words earlier on the relationship...he didn't mean them later on.

It was a joke.

And he prayed to Yoba that you understood. And after a few minutes of debating with himself, he finally knocked on your door three times. The silence that followed suite was brutal, what if you heard him and you were ignoring him? Was it too late at night, maybe? He thought it wasn't, he'd seen you get back home from the mines even later! Where the sun was nearly about to come out of the sky! But, just as Alex was about to call it quits and turn around to walk off your front porch, the door creaked open a little before it opened up fully to reveal you in your nighttime clothes. Some leggings and a thin tank top, it was...cute. Way cuter than what you'd wear when you'd sleep over at his place.

"What?" Your tired yet clearly pissed off voice snapped Alex from his steadily wandering thoughts, redirecting his eyes back to yours as he sighed. "I—" "If you've come to apologize, don't. You seriously fucked up, Alex."

"Oh, come on Y/N, don't be like that!" Your mouth dropped as you decided to fully step out of the doorway and outside, nearly slamming the door behind you. "Me?" You said lowly. "You're the one who bullied me!" You shouted. "And I was an idiot for letting you do it for so long! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am your friend!"

You scoffed. "Friends don't talk about each other's bodies. I've done nothing but say the nicest things about you, encouraged you to pursue your dreams, and what do I get in return?" You waited for a beat to see if Alex would say anything, only to laugh dryly when he didn't. You really were an idiot for expecting anything different. "...All I get is someone who doubts me for my size, saying that 'it's a wonder that you were given this farm! Are you sure you can handle it?'" Alex flinched at the sound of his words coming from your mouth. He truly never thought that there was a problem; you had always laughed off his words!

But...as he thought back over things, he began to truly notice how you'd always go quiet for a minute before you'd laugh off his remarks—how you always were nice to him, even when he was at his harshest. The realization stung more than you looking at him as if he were nothing but a disappointment to you, besides his grandparents, the last person he wanted to see that look from was you. "Why is that I'm always the one being nice and all I get in return is you being a huge asshole to me—"

"I'm sorry."

You crossed your arms, unconvinced of the apology. "I fucked up, I really did. I...I know I hurt you, but it wasn't my intent. I swear."

When you didn't say anything in return, the brunette got the slightest strand of hope as he slowly lifted his eyes from the ground and looked at you. "I'm sorry." He repeated. "I-I know that you don't have to accept my apology, it's your right, but...at least give me a chance to be better. To earn back what we previously had." You gripped your arm a little more tightly, every piece of your brain practically screaming at you to not let him off the hook so easily, that regardless of the feelings you secretly harbored for him...he had hurt you. You remembered telling him, once, that the worst thing someone could do was make someone else feel less about themselves.

And he had done just that.

But at the same time? If he was truly just being an ass to you...then why did he come to your house this late at night? That had to have accounted for something. Thus, you quietly turned around to open your door, something that made Alex's heart sink even further in fear that he had truly lost you for good until...you stopped to look at him. "Do...do you wanna come in? It's late." His eyes went wide, thinking it was a joke for a second before he quickly nodded his head in fear of missing his opportunity to further apologize to you. "Y-Yeah, that'd be great." He answered.

And for now, as you stepped to the side to allow him room to walk in. You'd leave it at that...after all, there was plenty of time in the future to rebuild things, starting tonight.

Shane

I'll keep it brief lol, he's the one that cares the least out of all the guys on the list.

To be frank, I highly doubt he'd say anything regarding your figure as he's more concerned about your personality as well as in awe of how much patience you have with him. The care and attention you show towards him makes him more confident in himself, as well as stop him from thinking any negative thoughts about himself.

So, when you begin to display doubt about your figure in front of him? Oh, he's putting a stop to it realll quickly.

In fact, he'll sort of become a grumpier version of you in a way. He'll follow you around, making sure that you say nothing but positive things about yourself and making you feel good about yourself, whether its doing small things for you or even offering to pamper you!

But if the pamper option doesn't work—he always knows how to resort to dicking you down until you forget how to be negative towards yourself lol.

♡ - "Where the hell do you get off talkin' badly about yourself?" Shane panted as he plowed into your gooey cunt.

You couldn't even begin to asnwer, your brain barely able to come up with a coherent response as the only thing you could focus on was how Shane's thick cock thrust in and out your weeping hole. Earlier today, when you thought you were alone in the house, you were looking at yourself in the mirror and had noticed that you had lost some weight. Life on the farm, constantly working day and day out...it was only expected that you were going to lose some weight over time! Only...you hadn't expected it to be so much.

You felt like you were nearly skin and bones.

Your arms were thinner and your thighs were too, and although you weren't exactly curvy beforehand. You felt like you were a lot less... bony than you were now. But you assumed it was an easy fix, all you had to do was eat a little more and take it easy on the farm to boot! Thus, to encourage yourself to set out on your goal, you had made the critical mistake of saying some negative things to yourself in the mirror. Something that Shane had overheard and had immediately sought to correct.

"What was it that y' said?" Shane panted as his hands gripped the back of your knees, forcing you into a mean mating press as he looked at your fucked-out expression. "I'm so bony, I need to eat more!" He mimicked your words from earlier mockingly. "Shane'll probably leave me at this rate if I don't pack on some more weight—" That particular line made him punish you with an even harsher thrust, forcing out a yelp from your throat, just enough to strike you back into being more or less coherent enough to pout and whine in Shane's face.

"S-Sorrryyyyy—!" You whined at the top of your lungs as your voice was nearly drowned out by the lewd squelching noises that erupted from your sex. Shane rolled his eyes as he ignored your half-assed apology, the only proper apology he'd accept is either you being fucked to the point you weren't able to talk much less have too many thoughts left in your head to think of any more insulting things to say to yourself, or you simply apologizing to yourself and saying only positive things about yourself!

And as Shane's thrusts began to slow down in favor of the latter idea...it was jusssttt enough to snap you from your cock-induced stupor. "H-Huh?" You moaned in confusion. "Why'd you—"

"Tch, your that addicted to my cock that you can't even remember what you said to yourself in the mirror?" Shane tsked as he sat further back on his heels, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you at a slower pace making you pout impatiently. "Huffin' and puffin' ain't gonna get y' anywhere baby." As your mind came more and more to, your cheeks erupted into a fierce blush as you desperately struggled to figure out what you could do to encourage your boyfriend to getting back to his previous pace of fucking you braindead. "What...do I need to do?" You shyly asked.

Shane smirked, rewarding you with a deeper thrust that tore a drawn-out moan from your lips. "Say positive things about yourself." He smirked. "Make sure to mean it too, otherwise this dick isn't going any deeper." You clicked your tongue at the embarrassing request, your poor mind coming up empty-handed until Shane finally took pity on you and leaned back over you with a chuckle. "Repeat after me," He sighed.

"I'm pretty."

You sucked in a breath. "I'm—I'm pretty—Ooooh!" You hardly finished your sentence before Shane quickly rewarded you with a fucking you properly for a short amount of time before he slowed down once more, effectively edging you as well as encouraging you to think of something else. "I-I'm...pretty the way I am?" If it weren't for the way his cock was twitching, practically begigin' to cum inside of you...he would've honestly dragged this whole thing out a little bit longer. But, as you babbled on and on for him to keep going, to never stop. Your nails dragging claw marks into his back and biceps—Shane figured that he had gotten his point across.

And for that? You deserved a reward for effort at least!

[babyangelsky]

Off accidentally revealed the date for GMMTV 2025 so it's MANIFESTING TIME

My wishes in no particular order:

PAPANGPOD! They keep teasing it, they keep hanging out, they keep commenting on each other's IG posts, they have the same manager now. There's no way we're not getting them. Not getting them at this point would be cruel and unusual. GIVE THEM TO US.

I asked for a sports BL last time but this time I am specifically asking for a soccer BL. So many of these men play soccer! It would be so easy!

You know what else would be easy? The gym bro BL of @respectthepetty's dreams!

AOUBOOM LEADS OF THEIR OWN SHOW PLEASE GOD HOW LONG ARE THEY GOING TO MAKE US ALL WAIT

Another GreatInn show. Make it serious, make it silly, no me importa just gimme

Let Title Kirati kiss more boys. He's always out here playing the shady asshole and I've had enough. Give my man a boyfriend and let them be the second couple in any show

While I'm at it, let Arm Weerayut kiss boys too. The man is too pretty to only a supporting character that shows up for a total of 17 seconds of screen time

The amount of Ciize I've had this year was middling to adequate and that is simply not enough. MORE CIIZE!

The amount of Sammy I've had this year was even less than middling so also give me MORE SAMMY!

In GMMTV's ongoing quest to collect all the BL actors in Thailand like pokemon, they have acquired Ohm Thitiwat. So please GMMTV don't keep him in the basement. Let us see him. Let him play a sweetheart. Let him be silly. Please please please.

And speaking of not wasting talent, GIVE NANI AND SKY A BL! DON'T LET THAT CHEMISTRY GO TO WASTE!

As much as I enjoy a university BL, and I sincerely do, I've been sorely missing office BL's. I'd like at least two. They don't even have to be offices specifically, any workplace will do.

MARRIAGE EQUALITY HAS BEEN LEGALIZED SO I WANT ALLLLLL THE GAY WEDDINGS!

You know what typically follows a marriage? Having children! GIVE ME GAY PARENTS!

I know we all know that Peaceful Property is gay as hell but I would like to formally request another BL for TayNew because I deserve to see them make out on my screen

My final and most important wish is for GMMTV to release their shows in a timely manner and refrain from making us all wait ten million thousand years to see the shows we're excited for

AMEN! 🙏🏼 *lights a candle*

[irrevocablecondition]

IF I'D ONLY PLAY IT SAFE !!! I WOULD'VE STAYED ON. MY. KNEES. AND I DAMN SURE NEVER WOULD'VE DANCE WITH THE DEVILLLLLL. AT NINETEEN!!!!! AND THE GOD'S HONEST TRUTH IS THAT THE PAIN WAS HEAVEN !!!! and now that i'm Grown. I'm Scared of GHOSTS !!!! MEMORIES FEEL LIKE WEAPONSSSS. and now that i Know. I WISH YOU LEFT ME WONDERINGGGG. god rest my Soul. I Miss Who I Used To Be The Tomb Won't Close. stained glass windows in my mindddd!! I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME !!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't Let This Go! i fight with You in my sleep THE WOUND WON'T CLOSE !!!!

i keep on waiting for a sign.

I REGRET YOU ALLLLLL THE TIMEEEE !!! if claritys in death then WHY WONT THIS DIE! YEARS OF TEARING DOWN OUR BANNERS YOU AND I.

LIVING FOR THE THRILL OF HITTING YOU WHERE IT HURTSSSS

Give Me Back My Girlhood.

IT WAS. MINE. FIRSTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

[bloomries]

Hi I was wondering if you could make a part 2 worth the dateables for the “in another universe” fic. I just read it and it was amazing and now im crying 😭.

in another universe...

includes : diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon.

summary : what could have been, in a better universe.

warnings : gn! reader. angsty angst. death & mortality (solomon). prob a little ooc but shhhh. italics indicate the 'other universe.'

part one here.

DIAVOLO

...you weren't the prince of the devildom.

It was another day filled with princely duties, and another day you find yourself all alone. It was painfully empty in the large bed, and you knew you couldn't do a thing to fix it. Instead you close yours eyes and wish you could have woken up in his arms.

In a perfect world, you'd wake up in the arms of your beloved. Not Prince Diavolo, just Diavolo. You'd wake up to the feeling of kisses peppered against your face, and giggles would fill the room as you try to push him away but he won't relent. "G'morning my love," he whispers between kisses, "We gotta get up~"

"Noo," you whine, and he chuckles, pulling away to look at your cute scrunched up face. "Let's just call in sick and stay in bed allllll day." You peak an eye open to see Dia, who grins.

"Sounds like a perfect idea." And thus the day was spent burning making food, watching shitty tv drama, and cuddling- and of course kissing too.

But when you open your eyes, the coolness creeps in, and the emptiness of the room is unsettling. A knock on the door alerts you of Barbatos' presences, and he speaks from the other side of the door.

"Are you awake?... Lord Diavolo asks me to send his regards, he has another day ruling over the Devildom, and wants to let you know to not expect him until late." Pulling the sheets over your face, you decide to indulge in your fantasy world a little longer before facing the harsh reality.

BARBATOS

...i came first.

It's not that you didn't understand, no you knew perfectly well that Barbatos' job was very important and required him to be away from you for long periods of time. What you didn't understand was that he refused, almost too eagerly, a day off. Diavolo noticed he'd been working him too hard and offered a little vacation. You thought he'd take it, so he could spend what little time granted he could with you, but instead...

"I was thinking we could head to the human realm, and have a nice date there."

"Oh yeah?" You coo, leaning closer to him and grinning. "And what should we do there?" He hums, deep in thought. A nice restaurant, perhaps dancing involved, walking around a fairy-light lit park, being in each others arms. Yes, that sounded nice, and thus he informed of you such thoughts. "That does sound nice, it's a date then." You press a kiss to the corner of his lip- tease. He's quick to correct your mistake, placing a proper kiss to your lips.

"You... You rejected the offer?" Barbatos undoes the buttons of his shirt, glancing over his shoulder at you with a slight frown.

"Obviously. As much as I'd like to trust him..." He tsks and shake his head, pushing away the thought. "Nevermind. Shall we turn in for the night?" He slips into more comfortable clothing, giving you that cool, unwavering smile. Ah, you don't know how much more you can put up with this...

SIMEON

...you stayed the night.

"Goodnight." Simeon spoke in a soft, quiet voice, his smile kind. It makes your heart do somersaults. You bid him a goodnight as well, and as he goes to turn, you hesitantly catch his wrist.

"You know... You could stay the night... If you wanted." His eyes widen. Stay the night? Something inside him shifts, his eyes filling with what seems to be pity.

"I'm sorry... I can't..." He speaks, gently removing your hand off his wrist and giving you a weak smile. "Goodnight." And then he leaves, not a single glance back. Did you just ruin your friendship with five words? You just wanted him to stay a little longer, just be near you for a while more...

"Stay the night?" You nod, fiddling with your shirt. "Well... I suppose that would be okay." Your eyes widen in delight. Really? He'd stay? He chuckles at your obvious enthusiasm and allows you to drag him back into your room where you set up a spot for you to sleep on the ground.

Simeon shakes his head at this. "I'll take the floor." After a little arguing, you both end up on the bed, both too jittery with excitement of staying near your crush to properly sleep. As you try to close your eyes, try to calm your mind, however, you feel a pinkie brush against yours- and feeling a little bolder, you move your hand even closer. Eventually, your hand in Simeons, and his in yours, you both with small, dorky smiles as sleep comes for you both.

Tomorrow will likely involve a long talk.

SOLOMON

...we could grow old together.

"You're going to be the cutest grumpy old man." It was an offhand comment, something you didn't really think about, you were just teasing him... But then the mood in the air shift, and it got real quiet, and you were suddenly reminded that you wouldn't be growing old with him.

"Shit... Sorry." You, but Solomon waves his hand dismissively, forcing a smile as he claims it's no big deal. It is, though, it's an incredibly big deal. Not only feeling the despair of it, but Solomon too- if he could, he'd most definitely choose mortality with you than whatever he's got going on now.

Sitting in your own separate rocking chairs, holding hands. You reading a book while Solomon nags about 'children theses days' or something or another. Getting up and then having to help him because his knees are what they used to be. Listening to a song considered old, dancing close to each other and remembering all your beautiful memories together. Eventually dying together.

Ah... But none of that will happen. He'll eventually watch you pass away, and he'll try desperately to hold on to your memory but when your face fades away from his mind who will he become? Solomon gingerly holds back tears that sting his eyes. Damn his immortality, damn it all. He truly wishes he could give it all up for a lifetime with you- it'd truly be worth it.

[gomirocket]

this story is so so sappy. and also, contains dysphoria comfort, fear of abandonment, low key BPD symptoms, touch starvation, and "mommy" as a pet name. be warned!

ggggGOD i am so needy right now. all i want to do, all i want to do, is sit down on someone's big cock, strap, whatever, and just have them coo and dote on me while i put on a show for her. i want to be stuffed so full that when i lean back you can see the outline on my tummy.

i wanna fuck myself on her while i let out allllll the pent up touch starvation. to just cry and sob because it feels so good, and because i'm finally loved. because she loves me so much she doesn't even care about her own pleasure for a little bit. she just wants to let me be subby and cuddly and needy.

i wanna sit there and beg, fucking myself stupid, "pplesseplease let me make you fffeel good i promise i'll do a good job justt i dont wanna be useless im a good toy please im not worth it a a-"

and have her lay there shushing me, a soft smile on her face, "no, dear. this is for you. i don't need your attention right now. i want to make you feel good. i love you."

and. i'd start crying harder. "no no no!! no cause if-cause if i dddont make you feel good you're gonna leave!!! and-"

"shut. up. you wanna make me feel good so bad? you want that security? fine. if you can't accept my love when i give it to you freely, i'll just have to force it on you."

she grabs me and pulls me close, rolling over so that i'm on the bottom.

"wwwait wait wait im sorry im sorry!!! i know you love me i love you please don't be mad im sorry!! im sorry im sorry im s-"

slap

"Mommy's not mad at you. i promise im not mad. it just. frustrates me. so much, when you're like this. when you're scared, insecure. and i know it's not your fault. i know it's not your fault. but. that doesn't mean i can't get frustrated. and that doesn't mean i can't feel upset. it hurts me when you feel like you can't trust me."

"... i'm sorry. i don't know what to do with these feelings. i try and i try to dismiss them, to appease them, to ignore them, but i cant. i just can't. i'm sorry mommy."

"oh, baby, baby, baby, it's okay. look, look, cling to me. i'm right on top of you. i'm not gonna let go. you're allowed to be clingy. you're allowed to be scared, and you're allowed to soothe yourself with me. i'm never, never ever going to abandon you. i love when you're needy. i love when you feel safe enough to come to me with these feelings. you don't need to put on an act to keep me happy. you don't need to do anything special. i'm in love with you."

she starts to thrust again, pressing right up against my spot while i cling to her with all my might.

"now, Mommy's going to fuck you nice and full, okay? and you're gonna let yourself go. you don't need to put on a show for me."

her hand gently tweaks my nipple, "is that clear, my precious little bun?"

"yes- YYES! thhabk you mommy thankyoutyabkyoughuyghvbbjgv"

she's pressing rrright into my girlcock from behind and i'm so wet and her tummy is so slick from me aaand and she's not stopping and

"thaaaats it baby, that's it. let it allll out. you don't need to pretend. you don't need to put on an act. you're moaning so pretty but i know that you're still holding back. leme just-"

she starts fingering my taint like i'm a real girl. my moans start sounding more noticeably trans.

"ohhh i know how much you hate it when i do that, don't you? when i press that spot and you can't help but making those adorable fucking noises. guess what? i don't care. you're still a girl. you're still my girl. you're still mine. and you're mine to toy with, mine to touch, mine to make feel good. not the other way around. now,"

my moans get shaky, my hole clenches, my cock throbs and my body does anything it can to lower the intensity. my back arches into her, our chests press against each other, ohh fuck, i can't-

"cum for Mommy."

her tummy gets turned into a sticky mess, tears stream down my face as i press into the hug, trying desperately to ride out this orgasm and keep my sanity.

what feels like an eternity passes, my make-up is wrecked, and my hole is worse off. she collapses on top of me, both of us panting for air. she gently strokes my hair as we lay there.

"i love you honey. i love you."

"i love you too Mommy."

[ilions-end]

🎵 guess who finished the argonautica by apollonius of rhoooodes 🎵

the peter green translation served me well and i enjoyed the sizable commentary section, although it probably influenced my interpretation more than i'd like for a first read (green is VERY opinionated and also hilariously bitchy about scholars he disagrees with. the first time i've read such a sarcastic translator's commentary!)

BUT ANYWAY THE EPIC ITSELF:

iiiii have never felt this much anxiety reading an epic before?? there's an ambiguity and sense of danger in this poem's events that aren't necessarily WORSE than in other epics, but there's a feeling that i can't... actually trust the heroes involved. the argonauts are rowdy and reactive, and jason is NOT able to take charge of them -- he shrinks away and goes silent whenever his leader position is called into question. the mob rules, whoever shouts the loudest (often telamon!) in any given situation gets to decide, no thought of consequences.

or maybe reading about a main character who wants to do great things but suffers from debilitating conflict avoidance is a little too real. agh.

(and it's not like the thebaid! you can't trust the heroes in the thebaid either but their hubris and egos makes them PREDICTABLE. there's something unnervingly ambiguous and potentially unsafe about jason and his argonauts, even though they never get up to anything truly horrible. in this version anyway)

jason is incredibly intriguing -- even at his most unlikeable. it's like he tripped and fell into a story he doesn't belong in, he's so awkwardly miscast as a great greek hero and can't live up to the poem's own hype. he's described as heroic at every turn even when he's not actually being heroic, like in an INCREDIBLE passage as he fights the dragon teeth warriors and he's said to "valiantly hide behind his shield". LOOK AT THAT PHRASE!! HE'S BRAVELY COWERING. incredible writing. apollonius is genuinely a master of subtle sarcasm throughout.

like it says a lot that there are MANY variations of the line "but Jason, eyes fixed on the ground, sat there speechless, unmoving, at a loss in this crisis". and baby there are a lot of crises in an epic...

also maiden-coded jason still makes me vibrate! his frequently downcast gaze, his shy passivity, how delicately his body is described, the way he is a sexual object to pursue instead of the pursuer, how unusually tactile he is... one of the most memorable parts to me is when he finally gets the golden fleece, and what does he do? he doesn't raise it above his head in triumph, he doesn't wrap it around himself like a glorious cape and stride to address his men. he disengages completely and, spellbound, pets it and caresses it and combs his fingers through it in almost erotic delight. just. immediate zoned-out personal gratification, we're hitting masturbation parallels, no other greek hero would DO that!

which also makes it interesting that they use the fleece as bedding for their wedding night. i wonder which one jason enjoys lying with most, medea or the fleece...?

yeah so when medea appeared suddenly allllll my affection for jason evaporated. i'm not one of those "yay medea butchering her children is girl power actually!!" girlies (that's five hundred times too reductive a way to engage with a greek tragedy for me), i was prepared for whatever kind of medea apollonius would give me, but WOW SHE IS SO INCREDIBLY SYMPATHETIC (and intentionally so, see how she isn't even the one to kill her brother in this), she is SO ill-treated here. it's SHE who undoubtedly is the gods' plaything in this, not jason!

like how HORRIBLE her experience of being obsessively in love is! (turns out getting shot by eros' arrow is a psychological and emotional NIGHTMARE!!) how painfully aware she is of her own irrationality, how intense her inner life is. at one point she thinks so much about jason all night that she self-induces a (shockingly realistically described) migraine! she loves him so much she wants to kill herself instead of feeling something so intense and unpleasant and overwhelming. JESUS CHRIST it's so evocative.

she torches her whole life, her own safety, her own family for jason, and all he can do (after a lot of pushing) is murmur vague promises. it's HEARTBREAKING the utter helplessness she accepts to live in for him. there is no safety net for her, no way to regain safety if things go wrong (and you are so painfully aware that things WILL go wrong)

generally the argonautica feels more closely related to the odyssey than any of the other epics i've read. not just all the sailing, but the centrality of magic, and of course visiting a lot of the same places -- including the court of alcinous and arete before they had nausicaa (and arete is already the one in charge!)

more moments i keep thinking about:

that first lovely glimpse of the inherent dysfunction of the expedition as the argonauts have gathered for the first time ready for departure, and jason delivers a speech like "men! now that *I*, jason son of aeson, have arranged MY glorious expedition so that *I* can find the glorious fleece and win MY kingdom back, who do we all figure should be captain? 😉" and all the argonauts immediately start chanting "HE-RA-CLES! HE-RA-CLES! HE-RA-CLES!" it's so funny

heracles' role is generally so amazing, what contrast he offers! because HE IS the old-school hero who can do anything, fight any enemy, who has everyone's ear (if not respect -- he seems to be a LOT to handle, even for the other argonauts), who can LEAD. but they FORGET HIM ON AN ISLAND AND LEAVE HIM BEHIND, and now jason, tripped-and-fell-into-epic-heroism jason!, gotta be fully in charge and timidly face every obstacle himself.

i genuinely didn't know hylas getting abducted by the nymphs was from this myth! AND HE'S HERACLES' LOVER, actually the eromenos to heracles' erastes?? and heracles LOSES HIS SHIT TO AN ANIMALISTIC DEGREE at the loss of hylas. this is why none of the other guys brought along their boytoys, dude, this is a disaster.

i REALLY appreciated the introductory rollcall of EVERY argonaut (even if half of them were never mentioned by name again). i always wish we had something like that for odysseus' main crew in the odyssey. it's nice having that overview.

one of the most memorable glimpses into the lives of the gods i've read: eros and ganymede in the garden, playing knucklebones together under the shade of flowering trees and they're both so youthful and so inhumanly beautiful and the scene is so idyllic -- and then aphrodite stomps in and immediately snaps at her son "what are you grinning at, you unspeakable little horror?" she HATES that spoiled teen. it's zeus and ares all over again.

speaking of gods, that one time the argonauts make landfall, and in the distance they see apollo just walking across the land (each footstep thundering) and they're scared stiff and just wait until he's fully passed by... and then can finally get on with their business. no followup, no consequences, just a random incident to freak them out. it reads like an animal encounter, like they saw a huge bear on a hike, i'm obsessed.

i got jumpscared any time the text mentioned "the son of oineus". i'm like WHAT. TYDEUS?? but no, meleager's here, it's fine.

as i mentioned, jason is the one who murders absyrtus (although medea isn't uninvolved) but i'm particularly fascinated by how neutrally we're told about the rituals he performs to not be cursed for it. like there's our wondrous hero, cutting off his murder victim's hands and feet, lapping up the blood and spitting it in the corpse's mouth three times. all done, welp, time we were on our way!

circe can see at first glance that she and medea are related because they both have the sun god's golden eyes, i love that!. and THEN THEY SPEAK TO EACH OTHER IN COLCHIAN, WHICH JASON DOESN'T SPEAK. he's sitting right there and i love that he doesn't understand what these incredibly powerful women are talking about.

obsessed with how jason is described as "walking like the morning star" (bright, promising, bringing good fortune) on lemnos and is then likened to a star of destruction and woe as he's about to meet medea for the first time. aaaaa it's so good.

the argonauts being challenged to a boxing match, and I GUESSED CORRECTLY that they would choose polydeuces as their champion!! i am embarrassingly proud actually. i did not know there was a boxing match (to the DEATH) in the argonautica but i KNEW polydeuces was famous for his boxing.

also i love that when they get to the garden of the hesperides it's a WRECK because heracles was there THE DAY BEFORE!!!! what an incredible sense of time and place, only seeing the IMMEDIATE AFTERMATH of the labours of heracles.

it's so WEIRD when the argonauts get to libya and they're out of supplies so they all just immediately give up and cry and hug and lie down in the sand to die. until the local goddesses come like "JESUS ARE YOU FOR REAL WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING UP NOW. GET GOING FOR FUCK'S SAKE."

oh ancient texts, i will never get used to your incestuous dreams of good fortune (no it's GOOD that he cried with shame for passionately fucking his daughter in his dream, that's a very lucky dream to have apparently).

and then apollonius just signs off like "yeah i know they're not home yet but i promise nothing interesting happened after this point. THE END." like he's just NOT gonna touch whatever fuckery happens after, you wanted the argonauts well you GOT the argonauts.

[ssahotchnerr]

OMG OKAY, AN IDEA INSPIRED BY AN OUTFIT (or two) I FOUND ON PINTEREST!! (I'd like them, but you can't on anon)

Okay, so, you've been dating Aaron for a little while, long enough that you guys live together and Jack would like, love you.

Jack would have a lot of friends at school, and all the mom's would be really close and friendly and would hang out for the sake of having their kids hang out, and they'd sort of be friends in a sense. So, one day, (I don't have the logistics figured out, so bare with me.) you'd have been talking to one of the moms about a way to kind of insert yourself into the school a little more and make more friends so that it's less awkward when he wants to hang out with his friends. And, the mom would suggest you host a garden party. So, you'd throw a garden party with all the mom's and their kids and Aaron would just be the most supportive person ever because he knows how stresses you are. Like you'd be planning this for weeks and you'd spend hours setting up. He'd go to the grocery store with you and help you pick out good foods. And he'd help you pick out decorations and hang them all up. And he'd make sure everything was as perfect as you'd want it to be. And ofc he'd be there during the party and talking to the mom's about how sweet you are and about you in general.

Anyway, sorry about the word vomit that thought has just been rotting in my brain. 🫶

STOP <3333333 fem!reader

when you first bring up the party to him, you're a bit nervous. you're afraid he'll think it's dumb or unnecessary (which you know isn't plausible because he would never) - he's fully on board, soo supportive and immediately off the bat says, "let me know what i can do to help🥹" and gives you suchhh a sweet kiss 🥹🥰🥰🥰

all the prep <333 you're scouring pinterest for ideas constantly - food, decor most importantly, outfit planning, fun activities for the kids. hehe you do this in bed at night, with aaron resting his head on your shoulder. he's watching you scroll, adding input, answering your questions: "is this cute?" "what do you think about this???" and eventually he has to pry your phone out of your hand, place it on his nightstand, so you go to sleep 😭🫶🏻

and week of the party, he's the most helpful assistant <333 as the two of you are grocery shopping, he's in charge of the list, reading off to you what you need as you grab it off the shelves. aaron also helps put together little party favors, helps you make name tags for the tables, and simply does anything you ask of him. he knows how important it is to you that it goes smoothly 🥺 hehe i also like to think at this point, you, aaron and jack have moved out of his apartment to a house with a backyard - where the party will be taking place - so he's on landscaping duty. making sure the grass is mowed and neat, no leaves or sticks are laying around, and even jack helps!!! hehe you planted some pretty, colorful flowers for the occasion as it is garden themed, and jack helped with that 🥹 aaron also wakes up early with you the day of, to begin the prep and setting up. omg imagine him putting together the balloon arrangement you picked out 🥹<333 he would get SO frustrated LMAO but in the end it turns out perfectly 🥰🥰🥰

and since you're so stressed out about it going well, about the other moms liking you and making friends, if the weather is going to cooperate (you were in tears a few days before the party, the forecast predicted rain😭) and aaron clearly knows how stressed you are, he makes sure you take breaks, provides reassurances and helps you get your mind off it frequently <3 hehe he uses the excuse that he needs attention 🥺🤨🫵🏻 and how can you say no to him 🥰

and during the party, aaron's making sure you're enjoying yourself - this is your party. so he takes care of everything - if something is needed, he grabs it or resolves it himself, makes sure the plates of food are always replenished, cleans up. you went through allllll the trouble of putting this together, so you're going to be a part of it and not solely on hostess duty <333

aaron's even outfit-coordinated with you 🤭 his button-up of the day matches the color of your sundress <333 jack's shirt too!!!

AND AHHH HE LOVESSSS gushing about you to the other moms 🥰 he has the most sickly sweet smile on his face the whole time. about how sweet you are, how attentive and loving you are to jack, how lucky he is, how you complete their family perfectly <333 he of course compliments you on the party you put together too 🥹 "isn't it amazing? she did the most amazing job." 😭💞💓

and throughout, he keeps going to your side, pulling you close at the waist, kissing your temple 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭 and simply keeps an arm around you as often as possible <333 either listening or adding to the conversation you're partaking in <3

after everyone's left and the two of you are cleaning up - jack fell asleep on the couch, all the excitement wore him out 😭 - 🥹 aaron's keeps saying how proud of yourself you should be; the party turned out better than he could've ever imagined, the moms all loved you, he's proud of you, etc <3333 hehe he even throws in the teasing comment that now they're all going to be asking you when the next party is 🥹🥰

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Tag Game: Non-Sims Interests

Thank you so so much for the tag @honeysylvan, @living-undead, @fledermausbend, & @ethelgodehel!! ILYY!! 😘

I always weirdly forget everything I've ever liked or been into when I get tagged in these but let's seeeee

Music - I've come to accept that I might actually be allergic to silence - not because I can't stand the sound of my own thoughts (quite the contrary, actually), but because I'd much much rather have music in my brain. I always have something playing, or at the very least a song stuck in my head. But I was raised this way. My dad was the guitarist/vocalist for multiple heavy metal bands in my area before I was born, & there's an unconfirmed rumor that he turned down a position in Pantera because my mom was pregnant... I have legitimately not idea of its validity lmao. But he raised me on the good shit, and helped develop what I would consider a delightfully well-rounded music taste that I'm actually weirdly proud of.

Concerts - Three of my items for this list are music related and I regret absolutely nothing. I'm an indoor cat through and through... unless there's a concert I feel I need to go to. Local shows, bigger shows, festivals, give me all of it. I've been to VooDoo fest in NOLA multiple years (and I'm gutted it doesn't happen anymore), Sonic Temple fest this past year, and I actually won a sweepstakes all-expenses paid trip to Coachella in 2016. If it's music, I'm there. I actually recently began to compile a list of all the shows I've attended and all the artists I've seen... and it's over 100... and we have (*counts*) 5 more scheduled for this year, with a few more to inevitably be added oops.

Vinyl - Music point #3 lmfao. For our first wedding anniversary, my husband and I got ourselves a really nice record player, and I swear it was the best/worst thing we could've done. Now I cannot stop buying vinyl. I'm in TROUBLE when Spotify sends me fan-first vinyl offers, but it's how I've gotten quite a few cool ones. I'm particularly interested in special/limited and anniversary editions. Not to brag (I'm going to brag just a little) but I have the "tooth-white" deluxe edition of unreal, unearth: unending (hozier), & the anniversary editions of American idiot (Green Day), the sickness (disturbed), & fallen (evanescence), plus a lot of other limited/special edition colored vinyl (my fave). I think I'm officially at 67 records and counting.

Writing & RPG - I haven't written too much lately so I almost didn't include this, but it's been such an integral part of my entire being that I couldn't leave it out. I began writing on a text-based, "play per post" rpg forum allllll the way back in 2005, and I never looked back. I was insanely active on that forum and went on to own my own that was fairly successful until around this time last year when I finally shut it down. But the writing bug has never left, and lately I've been focusing on my own projects and reacquainting myself with solo writing. 90% of the renders I share here are of rpg ocs and a good percentage of my renders are meant to be snapshots into their stories (which I hope to share as a rendered 'comic' of sorts soon). In the meantime I really should create a writing sideblog.

True crime/crime docs/law - I've always had an interested in the macabre, and true crime is no exception. I had the wild opportunity to take a forensics class in high school (which was insanely well set up, with a literal crime lab in the school and final grades dependent on our performance in a series of 4 mock crime scenes, in which our fellow students (not in our class) were victims and perpetrators). In that class I "worked" the homicide team and tbh I've been chasing the high of "arresting" another student in the school ever since lmfao. But that experience set me on a weird path of knowing way too much about serial killers (I gave a 45 minute presentation on Jeffrey Dahmer in that class), ingesting so many true crime docs that I'm genuinely surprised when I hear about a case I didn't already know about, and, more recently, watching hours upon hours of live trial coverage for some pretty interesting cases. Right now I'm listening through the retrial of Karen Read after watching every single agonizing minute of the first trial last year. It can be a pain but it's also really interesting to see how the justice system works in detail, and by watching it with attorney commentary, I'm actually learning a lot (I can identify objections pretty easily now lmao)

Food & coffee - I'm a foodie, what can I say? When traveling, the first thing I research is the food options, specifically the proximity of a good iced coffee source near our lodging, but also any exciting or unique restaurants nearby. I never want to eat something I can get at home if I'm somewhere else. Gimme local cuisine or at the very least something I can't find back home! My family likes to tell us how "adventurous" we are but really we just like having a well-rounded appetite and a larger rotation of dinner ideas so we don't get too bored. Now, when it comes to coffee it better be iced, and it better be in my hand asap. I will literally always say yes to an iced coffee, no matter the day, time, or weather. As a matter of fact I used to stroll into dunkin out of the snow on my way to work in NYC and order my iced coffee with NO shame lmao. But coffee in general is a bit of a 'passion' I guess? That's a weird way to put it maybe but I have a dedicated coffee bar in my house (& not, like, one little cart in the corner, this beast takes up almost a whole wall), where I have multiple different grounds (some flavored), too many syrups and sauces, and a machine that makes hot, iced and frappes all in one. My obsession is well-known by my family too. My aunt just recently gifted us an antique, 100 year old wall-mounted coffee grinder that looks so fucking cool next to our coffee bar.

I could keep going but this has become wayyyy too long and much longer than I was expecting lmao. I always blank on these but this time I just couldn't stop typing. I always feel like my interests aren't as cool as everyone else's but yknow what, they are lmao.

Anyway on to the tags! I'll tag @acidheaddd, @hell-is-coming-for-you. @aching-joints, @jokiyo, @crazy-hazy-sims, @1-800-cuupid, @m0n0lithical, @queenofthedork, @notasimblr, @flovoid, @omgkayplays, @azeterna, @aheathen-conceivably, @dizzyrobinsims, @orionisms & YOU if you want to do this I tagged you! (& if I tagged you and you've already done this feel free to ignore (or share more things about you!))

Thank you again for the tags I love yall!!!!

[boxtens-askblog]

who am i to deny a funny request? (summons a many voice recorders, one for each toon) why dont we make it a competition for the party? whoever says the funniest thing with their swap partners voice wins! as a prize, ill give the winner get one wish! you have until the voice swap ends to get your voice recording! GO!

@scholar-anon-official

(super long post warning)

YES!!

Hi it's me, Mr. Deranged Strawberry and if you don't give me all the tapes I'll go feral. Also call me Seedly. I LOVE being called Seedly.

WHAT?? NO!! DON'T- AUGH!!!

HEY IT'S ME, THE #1 FAT-HEADED CAKE ROLL, MR. CLINICALLY INSANE!!! GIVE ME THE MEDICAL KITS CAUSE I'M ALREADY FERAL!! ALSO, I'D LOVE IT IF YOU CALLED MY ABILITY CANNIBALISM!!!!

I am NOT feral!?!?

You sure seem like it.

Alright, let's go if you wanna go so bad-

HEY!! I'm Scraps and I'm the best sibling in the world!!

Nope, I'm Goob and it's totally me!

No!! It's me!!!

Nuh uh.

Yes it is! It's you- I mean me!

Yeah, you're right, it is me.

Hi hi hi, I'm Rodger, Yep, Yep! I'm obsessed with research and I'm super Lonely allllll day long unless Toodles is there!! Thank goodness I have such a wonderful helper!!

You don't need the voice swap to say that, I already say that all the time little missy.

I know! But we're totally going to win this- You sound super funny with a little girl voice, hehehe!

And you don't think you sound funny sounding like me?

Ooooh I'm soooo In love with my little Boxy Boo.. I cuddle him ALL night long and all day too. Pretty much half of my life is just making out with him! I don't even do machines when I go on runs, I just stare at him the WHOLE time!!

I-I do not..! I do things...!!!! I do machines, you're the one who sits back and does nothing!

My shop is way more work than leaning over Boxten while he does machines.

I'm not taking this from someone who sits on a box to reach counters.

I'm not taking this from someone who makes out with a box.

!!! Hey! You're the definition of evil..

(Dazzle here! Did you know that I'm obsessed with Astrology and force my brother to read it for hours?)

I.. it's astronomy... and you agree to it.. Hey.. I'm Razzle, and I'm obsessed with Vee's gameshow... For some reason.

(She's cool! I just want to do trivia with you, really!)

I know.. I'm just trying to be funny..

(Good job, then!!)

I don't want to say anything disrespectful as Glisten...

(I love crying at the end of long movies and soaking Boxten's bandana in my own tears while I hang on to him for dear life.)

Oh, now this is going to be fun.

I just love spending all my time sleeping with Astro and forgetting all my plans! What I love more than that is having Glisten speak up for all the time instead of doing it myself!

Haha.. I'm going to skip the uhh.. doing it in front of everyone part.

Hey did anyone know that I actually have no idea how to do any of my tricks? I'm just winging it the whole time.

What? No I'm not!

Oh, I know that Yatta's not, but is Looey? Yes I am!

!dnstarednu ot enoyna rof DUOL dna TSAF oot kaeps I kniht I tuB !!YNNUF GNIHTEMOS GNIYAS EVOL dluow I

(I would LOVE SAYING SOMETHING FUNNY!! But I think I speak too FAST and LOUD for anyone to understand!)

It's okay, Yatta. I can understand you. Besides, you're always funny.

!!WON THGIR EKIL !!SUOIRES DAED eb nac I .ynnuf SYAWLA ton m'I ??NAEM TAHT SEOD TAHW .etunim a tiaw !!!UUOY KNAHT

(THANK YOUU!!! wait a minute. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?? I'm not ALWAYS funny. I can be DEAD SERIOUS!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!)