#SUGGIE✧; post

[suggiesug]

"choke me?"

gn reader x jjk men: asking him to choke you characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso content: EXPLICIT NSFW (MDNI), choking, dirty talk, roughness, possessiveness, aftercare, praise, body worship, overstimulation

SATORU GOJO

Satoru likes to treat it like some kind of challenge - for both of you. He likes to see how long you can hold your breath, or see how long you can go before the lack of blood to your brain almost makes you pass out. He likes seeing how red your face gets, and he's so snarky and mean with his little comments. He calls you his little cherry tomato once, and you threaten to call the whole thing off if he doesn't stop killing the vibe.

It's a challenge for him, too, because he's always struggled with self-restraint when it comes to you. When you get all red, and out of breath, and teary-eyed, and drooling, it's difficult for him to not just let go and fuck you into the mattress with his hands permanently cuffed around your neck. He doesn't always stop himself from giving into that desire, though, and it leaves you sore but satisfied on the bed's covers. For how much of an asshole he was during, Satoru's fairly sweet afterwards. Your neck is sore, maybe a little bruised, and while he enjoys the look, he doesn't like the idea that he struggles to hold his strength back so much. At the end of the day, he's the strongest: it'd be easy for him to kill you doing this. So he treats you gently afterwards, massages your neck and loosely wraps a warm, damp towel around it. He cheers you up with annoying quips and jokes, and you fall asleep with his long arms wrapped around you, chest-to-back.

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SUGURU GETO

It's a surprise to him: he's no prude (far from it), but he's still a little shocked when you ask it of him. Surprise aside, he doesn't hesitate to not only indulge, but enjoy.

Your pulse is his favourite thing about it. Maybe it's partly for sappy reasons, partly for power reasons, but he enjoys being able to feel your pulse beneath his fingers. Enjoys letting you breathe so that you can make pretty little noises for him, and his grip isn't all too tight. It won't bruise. Just a red mark. That's more than enough for him. He prefers his bruises to be in the shape of teeth, anyway.

Suguru's a tease, though. The redness of your face is just as much from his words as it is from the restriction of blood to your head, and he barely touches you besides the grip on your neck. His words are enough to rile you up, make you squirm beneath him, and that sly smirk on his face lets you know that your reactions make him more than happy. You're so dirty, asking me for this. Do you want me to fuck you while I do it? I bet you'd be so tight around me. I can see how much you're dripping. So desperate.

Suguru touches you more, eventually, but he doesn't fuck you. He's too much of a tease. But he gets you off, one hand on your neck, the other hard at work pleasuring you, and the yell you release sounds broken up when you finally tip over the each. Suguru thinks it's one of his most favourite sounds you've made.

Of course, he's sweet in the aftermath. Attentive and knowledgeable on the aftercare of such a thing. A warm, damp towel, a cup of tea, and plenty of kisses pressed to most parts of your body. He plays with your hair in bed, your head resting against his broad chest, and he enjoys watching you fall asleep with a peaceful and content expression.

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KENTO NANAMI

Kento is hesitant. Not due to a lack of interest, but because he's never done it before. The last thing he wants is to seriously hurt you, and he makes sure the two of you have a nice talk beforehand about letting each other know when it becomes too much. A visual safe "word" is established, and then Kento feels more than comfortable to proceed.

He has strong hands. It'd be easy to hurt you, if he tried, but Kento is as gentle as can be. Especially at first. It's intimate: his hands are everywhere but your neck at first, and it's like he's introducing you to them before he wraps his fingers around your throat and administers a light squeeze.

Even for a well-composed man, Kento's visibly affected by the state of you. The shaky, almost-wheezing breath you let out when he holds onto your neck for the first time, and his hand finds a comfortable, safe grip easily enough. He'd done his research beforehand. He wants you both to enjoy this, and he talks you through it with such kind, sweet words that it makes your head spin.

"You're doing so good, baby. I love the way you feel in my hands. I love making you feel good like this. Do you want to come with me?"

Through and through, Kento is attentive, and your mind spins as he gently fucks you toward a slow, satisfying climax. His hands rarely, if ever, leave your neck. He gives you plenty of breaks, but his hands still linger during them. The pads of his calloused fingers caress your skin, sometimes tracing the shape of your jaw, and his lips can never stay very far away from yours. When you come, it's with his dick buried deep inside you, and his lips against yours to swallow your moans.

He makes you tea, and asks you if you're alright. Gently, he massages your neck. There's barely even a red mark to be seen, but he knows you don't mind the lack of roughness. Maybe, in the future, he'll be more comfortable with it. Right now, he prefers to treat you like fragile porcelain until you build up to more. You fall asleep with your head in his lap, and he reads a few pages of the book he's currently working through as you drift away.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO

It's nothing Toji hasn't done before. If anything, it's tame, and he makes fun of you a little for asking him like that. As if you need to ask me.

Toji is rough, and he fucks you like he's claiming you while his hands grip your neck. It seems wild, but it isn't: he knows when to loosen his grip and let you breathe, and he's paying attention to when it looks like you might be getting close to passing out. There's bruising, clear as day, far before the end of your little session, and you have a feeling your neck won't be the only thing bruised by the end of this with how hard his hips drive against yours. The room fills with the sound of grunts, and choked moans, and skin harshly hitting skin. When Toji speaks, it's low against your ear: You like that, don't you? You wanna get treated rough? Like the slut you are? Want me to break you?

When the two of you come, Toji makes sure his grip on your neck is the tightest it's been. Not a single noise comes out of you, and if you weren't currently barrelling through one of the roughest orgasms of your life, you'd worry he might've fucking broken something. But everything winds down, the two of you panting and drenched in sweat, and while you certainly feel sore, nothing's broken. Thankfully.

The aftercare is a little lazy, if only because Toji gets tired after sex. He can go as many rounds as you want, but if you're done? He's passing out. So while he does give your neck a small rub and gives you a limp pat on the shoulder, he's just as quickly flopping down next to you on the bed and sleeping within the minute.

Oh well. At least it was fun. He'll make you a cup of tea come morning, when he wakes up before you and makes breakfast.

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CHOSO

He doesn't get it. In all honesty, sex is pretty simple for him. You feel good together, get off, and then cuddle for a while. For him, it doesn't need to be any more complicated than that. But you suggest it and, while he doesn't really get it, he's willing to try anything. Though, he does look it up a little first. So he doesn't do it wrong.

Choso is infatuated once he does it, though. He's so painfully aware of your pulse, of the way your blood struggles to travel to your brain, and it makes him hard as a fucking rock. More than that, he looks at your face, and you're loving it. He almost looks nervous as he stares down at you, but you know what that expression means: it just means he's struggling to hold back. That he's probably feeling just as good as you right now, and he's not even being touched.

Of course, he eventually fucks you while he chokes you. How couldn't he? The way you twitch and tighten around him is so unique from the way you do so when you usually have sex, and he's so clearly revelling in this new experience. He's losing himself to it, and you can feel the movements of his hips grow sloppy the further along you two get. Embarrassingly enough, he realises too late that he hasn't kissed you this whole time, and he makes sure to lock lips with you right before his hips stutter and press flush against yours when he comes. He swallows your moan just as you swallow his, and from where your hands have founds their place on his chest, you feel him tremble and fall apart on top of you.

Aftercare is late, tonight. Usually, you don't need much of it. This is the first time you've tried anything on the kinky side of things. Choso's always so overwhelmed when you fuck: he gets too into it, too worked up, and he ends up with his face hidden in the crook of your neck while you play with his hair. When he pulls himself together, though, he takes note of the redness on your neck. I'm sorry. You laugh, and tell him that's normal. Don't worry about it. He takes your word for it. Gets you some tea when you tell him your throat is sore, and he holds you gently to his chest that night, making fall to fall asleep after you.

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[kohyuuu]

about me / writing info / masterlist 。. !

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- i go by koh (cuh-oh) / kohyu / kev or kevin !

—- the bolded are names that me and other people use mainly x

- non binary-masculine presenting! / any pronouns <3

- vietnamese-american xx

- panromantic / cupidromantic asexual

- minor !!

- an introvert !

🎀 🌙 🩵 !

—— (i know that it may not be possible to be cupid + pan but those are labels im generally comfortable with)

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my music taste!!

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k-pop:

— newjeans, txt (ult group) & seventeen / svt

——- i own three seventeen albums, and one txt album

albums / photocards i currently own!!

seventeen:

- bss second wind album

- attacca ep

- your choice (8th mini album)

txt:

- thursday’s child album

photocards:

- two (three) photocards of seungkwan (svt)

—- I LOST MY YOURS TRULY SEUNGKWAN PC AND IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING BRUHHHH 😭🙏

artists outside of k-pop:

- sabrina carpenter

- olivia rodrigo

- renee rapp

- wave to earth

- suggi

- tv room

- melanie martinez

—- im aware of the allegations against them, but i can’t let go of their music. i don’t listen to their music directly from their youtube channel or stream on any platforms so she can’t generate revenue, i’ve also never made any recent purchases on their albums, eps, and merchandise

—- i also only listen / watch full shows of their recent concert tour, the trilogy tour lol

- chappell roan

✰ ˚ ❥ ↓

my interests !

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- writing

- reading (depends on what i read tho)

- drawing / doodling

- playing video games

- being lazy 🤣

- overusing “x” or “xoxo” LMFAO sorry it’s fun to use

—- i’m not going to directly post my art here but ill let it shine through my writing works if there is art / drawings / doodles attached to them.

—- im insecure about my own shitty art and i don’t want anyone else to feel how i feel, plus i don’t like calling myself an artist x

📖・。↓

favorite games / movies / books !

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movies:

- m3gan (2022)

- matilda (1996 & 2022)

- barbie (2023)

- mean girls (2004 & 2024…? bro ion know how to feel about that one gang 😭🙏)

- wicked (2024)

- minecraft (2025)

—- y’all i’m planning to see that one in theaters so ill let y’all know how it is LOL

games:

- class of 09 trilogy (visual novel)

- roblox (w game 💪)

- minecraft (also a w game 💪)

- genshin impact

—- i actually left genshin in march 2023 but i might come back again x

- stardew valley

- splatoon trilogy (1, 2, & 3)

- who’s your daddy

- hello neighbor series

- octodad

- dead island duology (1 & 2)

—- i only finished dead island 2 once as dani and im playing it again as bruno !!

books / books i wanna read:

- percy jackson series by rick riordan

- hello universe by erin entrada kelly

- charlie & the chocolate factory by roald dahl

- matilda by roald dahl

- the witches by roald dahl

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writing information:

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my boundaries for writing:

- im never going to write smut, anything dirty or perverted simply because im not comfortable with it, so expect a lot of fluff and dating headcanons for my ocs x

- if any asks or requests for characters or franchises are made towards me, ill try to complete them if my motivation is up for it !

—- i can’t promise that i’ll respond to every ask / request but i’ll try to ! im going to make it clear that i’m a person just like you and i can’t do that many things at once. i may also not respond due to mental health, school, etc. but i’ll eventually get back to you! so please watch out for that xx

- ill try to attach a doodle or a drawing on my writing works! that also kinda depends on motivation and if im not feeling self-conscious about my art skills today LMAO

- because my blog is an x reader blog, im always going to make my reader androgynous. i won’t write for male or female readers specifically because i want my writing to be enjoyed by everyone xoxo

- all my ocs are written to be panromantic or biromantic!!

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masterlist:

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—- there will probably be a part 2 to this, so ill leave a link below to the second part of the masterlist if there ever is one LOL

⤷ school/real world ocs

・current ocs

RENNY COLLYMORE

・you and renny at your school’s fall dance <3 (my art!!)

—- (androgynous reader)

・renny collymore x androgynous reader - introduction!!

[heatwa-ves]

please explain your izuleo playlist with as much detail as you want im interestedddd

MIKIIII THANK YOU. okay here's my playlist and im gonna do a song by song breakdown... I'll try and keep it decently brief so this doesn't become one million words but we'll see. my playlist is vaguely chronological so it starts pre-checkmate!

astroboy- suggi

okay so this one is just straight up a leo song. you just have to listen to it it's literally about him "I raised my hands up real high, they called me stupid when I asked why we couldn't fly. am I too far ahead of my friends, or I am late?" hellooooo hello. hi. leo tsukinaga everyone!!!! right down to the moon/space theming

"oh, the rain, you're losing your flame, where'd the burn, the passion go? you run through the pain, you're losing your aim, and you feel like you alone missed the grow" LITERALLY about his breakdown post checkmate. uagh.

cheerleader- ashnikko

an izumi song!!! I don't have to explain anything here you get the vibes

brand new city- mitski

having to preface this by saying I do not listen to mitski this is the only song of hers I listen to and only because it makes me think of izumi so much I feel like throwing up.

"If I gave up on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive, I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die." yeah. izumi sena.

yoru ni kakeru- yoasobi

well I'm sure you know this song and the story behind it "the seduction of thanatos" I think it works very well about the izuleo dynamic around this time when they're very codependent and leo is so severely depressed and suicidal. they're fucked up 👍

it's all so incredibly loud- glass animals

so this one makes me think of izumi going to see leo in a similar vein to lionheart but probably before that and he sees leo so broken and neither of them can bring themselves to say anything. "I tried, for you and I, for too hard, for too long" makes me think of the ending scene of lionheart and so on

softcore- the neighborhood

"you've been my muse for a long time, you get me through every dark night. I'm always gone, out on the go, I'm on the run and you're home alone"

"every time I kiss you, baby, I can hear the sound of breaking down"

you get it. you see the vision. more depression era stuff.

less of you- keshi

depression era leo... there's so many lines in this song that correlate to them but a fav is "too much time in the limelight, gimme your all on the land line, want it so bad but I won't lie and it just gets worse in the night time."

are you happy? - shy martin

"and I know I thought that pain's part of love, but I think I broke you, though I didn't mean to. but are you happy, looking back at us when you met me? would you go back and tell yourself to leave it, knowing what we know?" UARFGHBHBB izumi.... who killed cock robin ass song.

from now on we are enemies - fall out boy

I've talked about this one EXTENSIVELY before but it really is just a song about leo tsukinaga. what else can I say.

always- keshi

well yk.

bad thoughts- half alive

i love when they hate eachother. they don't actually truly hate eachother but man sometimes it feels like it. everything hurts. "like a time you gave your all but just got hurt, like a crack in the mirror bringing out your worst"

to everyone who wants to die- takayan

read the translation oh my goddddd. leo. leo

sing to me- missio

this is a song I DREAM of making an animatic to its just so deeply fundamentally leo

never ending song- conan gray

okay this one is a bit more specific but I like to think of leo while he's out of school seeing izumi in a magazine or an ad or something.. and that brings with it a whole ton of complicated feelings

"but we've grown too close, now it can't amount to nothing. I can hear your voice in the music on the radio, and it goes on and on and on, like a never-ending song" you get ittttt

bodybag- chloe moriondo

more of the vibes more of the complicated feelings . this one is mostly here bc I love it and was thinking about izlo while listening icl. unrelated but chloe moriondo is cool as hell they have some awesome music videos especially the one for this song

love or the lack thereof - isaac dunbar

the epitome of pre/early ! izlo love. to meeee also I just love love loveeee it as a song

last minute - kitty

"you're the loop of rope I hung up in my stupid closet" "you're all poised and im made of poison" do you get it do you GET it. it's leo about izumi frfrfrrr

"could you wrap your hands all the way around my neck, and tell me where I stand, tell me everything I'm wrecking when I spin. take over my breath, in out in, I am missing you to death"

android girl- deco*27

I love this song and while I love the original im partial to rachies english cover especially the lines

"we restart and fall apart together, what we have will drag on in this way forever"

"make it stop, make it stop there's so much guilt and regret, I don't get how I can forget and start to hope again, we haven't even come to the end, so much for promising together forever, we aren't even friends"

the girl in my memories- jeebanoff

"in place of your fleeing love, only my sad solitude remains, even though that time won't come again, the memories that are gone, are forever" more depression yaaay

achilles come down- gang of youths

SORRY it's just such a compelling look at depression and being suicidal... so many of these songs are about Leo's depression but I swear this part of the playlist is over soon and moves further in the timeline. I really love this song it's just... everything about it... leo is achilles here of course and the voices talking him down and telling him to go through with it are his family/izumi and his own mind/the students from school respectively.

calender girl- stars

"all of the things that I thought were so easy just got harder and harder each day. december is darkest, in june there's the light, but this empty bedroom won't make anything right, while out on the landing a friend I forgot to send home, who waits up for me all through the night- calendar girl who's in love with the world, stay alive"

HEALING!!!!! GROWING AS A PERSON!!!!!! OVERCOMING DEPRESSION!!!! DO YOU GET IT

"I dreamed I was dying, as I so often do, and when I awoke I was sure it was true. I ran to the window, threw my head to the sky, and said "whoever is up there, please don't let me die," but I can't live forever, I can't always be, one day I'll be sand on a beach by a sea"

crush of judgement- knights killers

i don't need to explain this one

move me- half alive

THE izuleo song THE reason I made this playlist. won't you be my song when I cant dance WON'T YOU BE MY SONG WHEN I CANT DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!! LIGHT MY FIRE BURN THE TREES!!!!!!!!! also watch the music video it's gorgeous

the third heart- harumaki gohan

first of all go play genei ap rn it's a short mobile game created by this artist featuring lots of their songs about a reserved girl who loves music and her more extroverted friend who asks her for song recs. it's a very izuleo vibes game and just a beautiful game in general I think you'll love it sm mikiii

second of all.... just. this song. play the game and watch the music video for the full impact frfr 🫶 anyway back to izuleo

back around- half alive

depression never truly leaves but you get better!! it gets better!!! there are bad days but there are so so many good days!!! this whole album is kinda izlo vibes

you get me so high- the neighborhood

"you're my best friend I'll love you forever" 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 makes me think of them... kind of talking about their past .... not very well because they have no emotional maturity but still.

silent oath- knights

for obvious reasons

reunion- harumaki gohan

I imagine this is after the end of ! era .. they've both grown and matured immensely as people.. it'd probably have more impact if I read requiem but um..... I'll get to it... (I've been saying this for a year and a half) to me it's a goodbye to their teenage years and the ups and downs and them moving forward into adulthood and a more stable relationship

don't be so hard on your own beauty- yeule

they help eachother heal 🥹. this one is a bitttt more reliant on some of my takes on izumi that I don't really wanna get into rn but yk. it's here. it's vibey. things were bad and now they are better. there's sunlight streaming though their apartment window. they don't have anywhere else to be this morning. yk.

work of art- downer Inc, kellin quinn

ueeeghhvhb they love eachother.... izumi brings leo inspiration.... these descriptions are getting less and less coherent

I swear ill never leave again - keshi

ueeeeueueueuehhhehhehhehuuueueue

infinitely ordinary- the wrecks

I like the romance of mundanity.. I think they could be happy.. it's very hopeful and a good ending to the playlist

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Couple songs that have come up on Spotify for me randomly that remind me of your AUs:

fuck u, goodluck. by suggi - bodyguard AU for Enid after she realizes Wednesday isn’t coming back to Nevermore

Take it slow by yedira - streamer AU for post-graduation wenclair

Dancing with my phone by HYBS - hermit AU

fuck u, goodluck. by suggi is so enid trying to act like she isn't bothered (she very much is)

Take it slow by yedira is so cute ;-;; its so them

Dancing with my phone by HYBS - oh god not a song for the hermit au ;-; its enid desperately inhaling copium when she first decides to cut contact

[futchgunk]

craving eggs over rice for my first meal post op and i cant think of good combos. Do yall have suggies??

[plasticfangtastic]

Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 Part 1/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fic

This is a GN reader fic and a supe! reader fic, male leaning but don't worry.

Author's note: This chapter was about 60 pages long in my google docs, so I had to divide this into parts to make it easier for digestion. previous chapters in my blog under #my fic tag or #Can We be lonely together? tag will try posting part 2 soon.

30/7 update-- part 2 has been posted already

R18+ blood mention, smut, bottom Homelander (Pick your own adventure there: Pegging if you're AFAB, Bareback if you're AMAB and Fisting if you're catholic), cheating, mild exhibitionism, Homie OOC with Ashley.

Chapter 12

Limerence

He should’ve taken a leave of absence for the day, your scent– his cologne for this evening, the moment Ashley had come by to pick Ryan and take him to school– you had jumped him. 

Breakfast hadn’t satiated your appetite, your mouth wrapped on his salty shaft, head bobbing, your tongue needy watching him gasp, stilting sharp moans as Homelander was pinned firmly against the entrance, one hand cupping your head helping to kept your rhythm. 

“Fuckkk…ahh– damn babe.”

His taste was delicious, far too much sea water had soaked him, his jockstrap pushed aside as his free hand moved to lower his pants further, you giggled at the sight of his own-branded underwear staring at you.

His mind absent from the room, his thoughts consumed by your hands pumping his cock, as your mouth sucked roughly at his sensitive tip, his leg instinctively lifting lightly whimpering as your mouth licked his taint, but you never put his knee on your shoulder to make way to his special place.

Never once touching him, he could feel his bussy puckering with anticipation but you avoided pleasing him, your nails scratching at his cheeks, your attention solely on the tip of his cock by the end of the short session, you swallowed not even keeping up the lecherous sight behind tight lip grins for him to admire. 

He stroked his chin thinking of that quick peck on his cheek before you headed for work, citing that a Sister Sage’s case was time sensitive.

Now he sat in a room with The Seven discussing an the upcoming nationwide campaign for Vought-A-Burger new healthy menu choices– after much criticism for their restaurants infamously high-caloric menu, excess advertising towards children and lack of health-conscious menu options– the company caved in and decided to introduced some new options… including a Vegan burger.

Homelander was to be the face of that portobello monstrosity, something about capitalizing on this new hip dad image, the boardroom had been filled with concept art for billboards with each member of the Seven being given their own sponsored signature item.

The smell was nauseating, staring back at a sample burger sitting before him, he must’ve felt sick to have sunk his teeth on the burger, earning strange looks from A-Train and Deep as he gave it a couple chews.

Portobello cap, gluten free burger roll with black sesame seeds, vegan herb mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onions and vegan jack cheese... each ingredient puked in his tongue.

He scooted his chair, letting it whinge and squeak as he took Deep’s side, taking his hand and forcing it open, spitting the remnants of his food.

“No.”

“Sorry?” The head of the Restaurant division pet asked– Is something wrong with 'the Seven Greens'?”

“You are not serving this fucking garbage. The herb mayo is slurry goop and the terragon was a bigger mistake than your conception! The jack cheese is ashy! The bread has no flavor yet it's 3 spoonfuls of sugar somehow!! This is a fast food joint, casual or not!– These caps are going to be sitting on the ovens for hours!! Who the fuck wants to eat suggy shrooms!?” He threw the burger so fast its components failed to separate until they smacked the wall– the terragon on the herb fries, again what the fuck… the Maeve Shake is not under 120 calories is at least 300 so that’s a lawsuit in the making” he spat– just make it into a beetroom, blackcurrant and cherry smoothie– things that Maeve liked! Not just vegan strawberry “ice cream” with a raspberry swirl… not even a sorbet?” He looks at the rest of the menu– Is trash. Do it again.”

“Homelander sir this are to be launched in two months we have– 

Ashley interrupted trying to calm the beast.

“No. Not going to sell this garbage… fix the fucking shake, make the chips steakhouse cut, take the terragon off the herb mix, the chicken burger should have shredded carrot, cabbage, beets and avocado not just avocado and lettuce to call itself healthy! Put brie on the grill chicken burger– the vegan swiss is stupid! And I dunno make a fucking indian inspired veggie patty something with fucking flavour to replace the soggy shit puck!!”

He catches himself feeling their distress, their stares jabbing at his sides. It took him a second to notice that after a lifetime of indifference for food, there he was caring. Homelander thought of you again, of all the places you’d dragged him and Ryan to try, of all the dishes you made and books on food you read by his side— he had picked up on how much you’ve cared about food, thinking of that only time you eat at Vought-A-Burger, it’d been a lazy after school dinner with Ryan’s friends, while the kids whose names he struggled to memorized ate happily, you struggled to swallow the Big Homie Jr. even the fries squeezed your face… and you ate from gray water hot dog carts and dingy restaurants... he wanted at least his burger to make you happy.

Your muffin quiches tasted a dozen times better, he stood up heading to the small trolley by the entrance, pretending to ignore their stares as he served himself a glass of scotch.

“Bring that garbage back in here and I’ll rip your tongue– you sure as fuck don’t use it.” his tongue barely tingles at the booze– Ashley… have this replaced with some malt blend… this is just… water.” The bottle was 200 dollars but it ended up in the rubbish bin regardless– He stood in front of the man spearheading the project– love the ads, cute. You did a great job there but I’ll keep this thing frozen until you bring me actual food.”

He stared at the concept posters, his worst smile.

The sleep deprivation getting to him but seeing his photoshop mug disgusted him.

The night still young, he found himself back in the tower you wouldn't be back for another forty minutes at the earliest, the entire tower had been ingrained in his feet, for each movement felt automatic, his hand already knocking on Firecracker’s door, she was eager to get back on his good sides– he was angry at you.

It was easy.

It felt good to not manhandle with care, this one’s body sturdier than your glass shell.

Both never made it to the bedroom, she straddle his hips right in the living room, his pants shimmied down his hips, not even given a change to take his gloves off, the redhead’s sounds obscenely pornographic, pulling her for a kiss wanting to feel her desire, John wanted to be fed. Her resistance, and desire to simply finish herself made for poor kisses, his head began to cool down giving himself a moment to scan her apartment, it had been Starlight’s in the past but repainted to fit this girl’s new image.

It was messy, it felt cluttered in a bad way, he scanned the kitchen to find her fridge… empty, just takeaway containers and craft beers.

“Do you cook?” He said without meaning to speak.

She slowed down with a confused look, this was rude to ask mid coitus.

“No, baby… I don’t have time…ahh… that’s what the cooks are for.”

He forced a chuckle trying to bring back the mood, pulling her closer.

She winced, pushing him instinctively as his teeth nibbled at her ribs, her hand covering the bruised and bleeding spot– he had just suckled like he had always had with you.

Call it clarity, if you like. 

His brother drifted back.

“I. Hate. You.”

His reflection watched him from the TV screen. 

She could never move him like the way you did, the way your hands pulled him into the center of your vortex, he tried holding this one gently but she was frightened swallowing and forcing herself to smile, as if the deep purple bruise at her side did not stung– accepting that the difference in strength was far greater than anticipated.

He pulled out. Not angry but upset, heading to the kitchen to take some water, a kitchen sink full of plates, the stench of rotting food on the drain reeked, and not a single glass that passed his standards. You always took care of this sanctum, the fridge had at least bottled water but as he stared at the fridge– so bare, such a cumbersome appliance if not used properly.

Looking at the eager lady peeking from the corner.

“You can’t hate me” he thought trying to sound confident– "you love me… you always have loved me.”

The shape of him looked away, wishing it wasn’t confined to chrome doors.

“How could I love you? you’re a selfish manchild! You take and take and never stop appreciating all the great things I do for you!!”

“I was the one who brought them to us!!” The bottle bursted in his fist.

“You are a disgrace. I hate you… I wish… I wish… I wish I could be apart from you.”

His eyes stung, his hands moving to take the nearest cloth to try to clean up his mess.

“You don’t mean it… Y/N is just a fling to us… they’ll hate us eventually… they’ll lie to us… they lied to us about Teddy! What else has the bitch lied about!”

“And they had to stumble about us on their own… has Y/N even said anything about it? Does Y/N pitied us? Not even a peep! We were forgiven” his voice broke– John… they gave us our mother back. For us. For you to have a family, even if it didn’t work out! You think she would?”

He stood up squeezing the damped cloth over the sink.

“You know the reason I texted you the other week… is that… I can’t take the primrose path now that I have a child. Is this serious to you? If you seek dalliances I’m not in the market… You’re cute and I thought I could come back and make sense of this.”

John could only stand and watch.

“We barely know each other…” her nervousness hid poorly– I… I’d like to meet your boy one day.” Her heart rate said otherwise.

You had jumped straight into the parental role without a fuss, smoothly accommodating everything for Ryan in your routine.

“Do you have a big family? Do you think of yourself as a family woman or a career woman?”

“I have a sister… is… is everything alright?” dodging the question, he scowled.

“I only have my son… I want somebody who wants to be in his life just as much as they want to be in mine.”

Her eyes pacing around the room, looking for the perfect answer and then Homelander gave the controls back to John.

He had evened the field, John counted the seconds. Too long… it wasn’t quick enough– before her protest could begin he had already left.

Homelander was ignored, his own brother had left him on read.

He let the whisky simmer in his tongue until its flavor was just a pleasant burn with a disagreeable aftertaste.

“Ashley… could you be so kind as to have somebody buy cat supplies and send them to my penthouse.” His tone shook her more than anything he had ever done in their years of working together, it was genuinely calm, his defeated expression out of place, he turned to her, handing her the glass quite tenderly– is a surprise for Ryan. Find me the biggest cat tree you can find. My lil' champ wants two. If you need assistance with dealing with my demands for this project, just take whomever you might need so we can meet the deadline.” 

Ashley blushed as his hand petted her shoulder it wasn’t that rough overfamiliarity aiming to reduce her, it was fatherly– jumping as that solemn expression took a hold in his chiseled features, in the past she agreed with the general public on the fact Homelander was good looking, experience flushed all lustful thought out her system, but as he started parting she couldn’t help but think he looked… edible.

“We should aim to be the next Shakeshack not freaking Burger King!”

Metal doors slammed shut behind him, leaving the more senior members stunted.

“Kittens…? Ashley's mouth shaped the word looking at A-Train and Deep for confirmation– Was that real?” 

Staring now down at the cup, she wondered if this was an unknown side effect.

 Heading down to your floor. Your timing perpetually impecable– a couple folders on your arms, your sleeve coming undone, and your backpack hanging by your elbow, your hair stuck tightly behind your ear, as per instruction you made eye contact for a short second readying to provides formal courtesy-- as if he was living on borrowed time Homelander took you by the elbow, forcing you to follow him until he spotted an empty office, jamming a desk chair under the handle.

Before he could even mutter a word, you’ve already wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lips interlocking, glad he could hold his breath for a long time, but at the mercy of your tongue he gasped into your lips, his body palpitating against yours, feeling his crotch squeeze tight inside his cup.

Thinking solely of this morning’s unfulfillment.

“You wanna get me in trouble don’tcha?” You whisper giddily, stroking his chest trying to pin him further against the door, he puts up some resistance but he can’t say no to your incessant playful kisses– though we weren’t supposed to be public.”

“Just disciplining the maid…” a sharp sneer looked back at you– maybe I wanna give you my demands for tonight's dinner, instead of a caning on this tight little butt.”

Kissing your nose.

“But I am off-work hours… still got my part-time job… so are you disciplining me for my performance?”

“you’re one of my favorite employees.” he grinded at your body, pushing your hips against him– leave work early today… I promise I’ll have a surprise for you. Go pick up Ryan, let's give Ashley a break– you’re going to love it.”

He spoke with a mellow tone, behind his next kiss there’s that’s strange flavor still lingering in his tongue.

“I have an important appointment today but I can be home before five.”

You expected a grimace, that little shaky thing he did with his jaw or complete utter disbelief that you would say no to the Homelander of all people, but instead all you got was a slight ‘oh…’ and a shrug.

“As Long as you’re home early that’s okie dokie.”

Kissing your forehead, there’s something pensive in his sight but his mind was calm, he had already accepted your demands, a quake of anxiety shook you to your core as you found this path of least resistance, using your body to buy his permission slip was the plan but here he was giving you blessings as the merciful god he was. Your body flushed as you saw his present, he had no plan for the acquisitions but a cat was a cat, all he wanted was to see both your faces beaming expecting praises.

Who was this man?

John?

Homelander?

The anticipation buggered your stomach, your hands planted firmly on his chest. Perhaps it was the booze– a natural weakness? For he had avoided drinking his entire life for a reason until your argument– had this been a side-effect? Just some strong whisky and he was mellow and pliable. You kissed him more, afraid that this was an act, that he somehow had managed to bypass your powers and had been counting your final minutes.

He gave in easily, letting you lead this dance, wanton in his short moans, bodies who had caught a glimpse of the sight had begun clearing the space awaiting for the moment, something broke loudly, awaiting to inform the janitor, and the owner of this room had already been forcibly dragged away from their office, already lamenting unseen damages to his furnishing, this must’ve been a supervisor or manager office for he at least had a small entertainment area, nothing but a two-seater couch facing two stuffy chairs and the smallest coffee table he could fit snugly in the space. 

Homelander letting himself be thrown against the couch, squeaking under him– watching him so complacent made you tingle, this was delectable, licking your lips impatiently as you pull the tight fabric around his hips made your whole body flush, this was a difficult but with just a tug on his own you saw the white thin fabric gently wrapping his girthy member, hovering above the seat he awkwardly removes his bottoms– this wouldn’t be a pump-and-go.

You wasted no time to take a still floating leg to plant nibbles, tongue tracing his sartorius, each muscle a scientific marble, each bite harder than the one before,  teeth bitter at their inability to brand him, frantically doing their earnest to leave any proof you existed on him, his hand take your head, holding it as you build your way to his favorite bit.

“Fuck me.”

You raise your brows, surprise at the neediness in his voice, a sharp whine as he pulled you towards him, lines of drool connecting each other, allowing his hand to guide you where he wanted you, pressing your nose straight into his crotch basking in the gentle clean musk, dawning on you how quiet the voices became as you gave him all your attention, your tongue flicking the fabric, watching it stretch and stain around the head, lips sucking the sticky fabric clean much to his delight, his whole body twitching at your affections, his thumb stroking your earlobe, aching to pull you closer.

“Such a naughty boy… the whole floor will find out.”

“I like hearing you sing” he strained a laugh, pulling you with controlled force, your body plopping atop of his chest– I’ll behave.”

His tongue finds a home in your mouth, a nip at your lip and he flavors this risky kiss, voices getting closer to the door, their minds alerted but his made you flustered, his desire and request, wallowing in indecent desires… he meant it.

A lonely leg locks around your hips.

“So fuck me.”

His eyes traveled to your backpack, a frightening chuckle escaped his lips. 

“Or are those not for me?”

“I was gonna bribe you, so you would let me out of the house past curfew.”

He was satisfied with your answer.

Coming undone as he starts, just a flurry of kisses and touches, a coffee table is kicked aside, unsure as to how you ended up with such perfect sight, taunting you– at least the sound of your slap on his ass wasn’t diminished by the kevlar skin. Your tongue placing long wet licks, traveling up and down his taint, sucking gently on his balls, earning muffled groans, your fingers milking him, squeezing his shaft as Homelander coats your palm with pre-cum, his hand reaching after yours, whining until your fingers interlock.

This was bribery, to wash away your suspicions– as if this wasn’t more suspicious.

Testing how far he was willing to go, testing himself.

His hole was wet, hot and needy, your finger had thoroughly opened it, stretching and squelching around your fingers, feeling the wet velvety walls pruning your fingers, each wet gurgle titillating, making you swallow the pools of drool drowning your mouth– forcing him open more and more, licking as your fingers retracted, making sure he felt loved, within him a hole eager to be filled, you could only dream of seeing him like this.

“Michelangelo couldn’t do you justice”

His ass was a whole bakery, round, perfect, more than two handfuls, bouncing perfectly as your hips smack together.

His gloved hands pulled at the pillowy bottom, framing his wet sopping hole, taking each nalga with difficulty.

“You’re sucking me so greedily.”

A breathtaking nervousness took over, the back of his neck a perfect shade of coral, tiny droplets of sweat down his temple as he muffled moans into his forearm, his body shuddering as you plunge deeper, assaulting his prostate just the way he craved.

Whether it was a strap on, cock or a fist it wouldn’t have matter, all he wanted was to feel full, his ass backing into you begging you to go faster, his hips moving on their own in between your gasps, Homelander was tight and wet, grunting and whimpering as you slapped, the bounce driving you insane. 

“My perfect boy… fuckkk… you’re so fucking good… acting like a bitch in heat for me… ahh”

He bit his lip arching his back to catch a better look of your face, his cock bouncing up and down, looking at all the people around, looking at all this people who could catch him, who would drop dead if they saw him, his cock about to burst, his hand pumping furiously wanting to baptize this office room.

“Your fucking drooling, John. Who fucking taught you this? Have you been sharing this perfect ass? Or are you not a good boy?”

You whispered, your words purring in his ear drums

“No!!” Homelander heaved into your arm– I… I am a… ahh”

“I know you’re my good boy… my sweet sweet boy… this… this is all our hard work. Am I better than that toy?”

Homelander nodded, backing against your hips, wanting you deeper than anything had ever been, further than his fingers or his toy had ever reached.

Gulping and hishing unable to control the arousal in his prick, wanting to be filled more with praise and your heat.

“You.. You’re really bad at di-dirty talk.”

“Yeh.”

You both laughed lightly. Watching carefully as you could feel him tightening around you, the sounds drawn out more obscene filling all these walls with irresponsible luxuria, he was a greedy man in all manners.

Whining as pumped harshly, this american flag a hindrance– paining you to removed your hands off his hips, the warmth in the below your belly button increasing, your mind clearing as your orgasm edged closer, pulling on his flag to urge him to turn, you wanted to see his face twist and contort as you fucked the cum out of him.

Your hips sore, and your knees and feet losing footing, drool down his chin but he graciously turned around, maneuvering your body like the rag-doll you were until he was sitting atop of you, his ass rubbing what brought him so much pleasure seconds ago, hissing as he straddle himself and held you in place, gasping as the faceless mob got closer and closer to the door, all it would take was one curious idjit, and the whole world would know how perverted he was, nude fingers guided you back inside.

Your body engulfed in flame, your skin prickly with its heat.

“I love you.” you hissed– fuckkkk… I love you! you bastard! Only you!!”

“Just me?” He lifted your chin, his thumb brushing your lip– until the day you die?”

“Even in hell… ahh”

As his weight slapped your naked hips, you leaned with all your might pulling him into a kiss, finishing as your tongues interlocked, your mouths pools of spit, moaning desperately as your brain and body was hit by electric waves of pleasure, your mind going blank, shuddering against him, he moved so fast– not even enough time to note your hand wrapped around his cock beneath his palm, he pumped until hot white cum stained your dress shirt.

Looking at you with a sly grin and sleepy eyes, bouncing on your hips, groaning and moaning louder and louder thinking of dragging you so far into a scandal you could never be seen in public, he could sell it and gain a new audience– you not so much. He would own you, pumping his cock just to push every last drop, hissing as it burned good, his stomach boiling, swaying his hips in ways his toy could never get out of him, all the men that had grazed his bed, nothing but fantasies, none had touched him there until you arrived.

You felt safe. 

No man could ever touch him nor woman could see him like this, back when Maeve could make him laugh he wouldn’t have minded, tho.

You pulled his hair, eyes falling for each other once more.

“Only think of me. Just me…” You gasped, your body trembling, planting short kisses all over his face– John…”

He wondered if his face had looked distracted, but he could only groan against your lips, your arms coiled around his shape, wishing to tear off his suit, he could smell your orgasm, smell your brain filling you with dopamine and adrenaline, feeling the short trusts as your hips twitched.

Always so thick, your fingers thoroughly coated with his prized seed– a waste, you thought.

He felt atop of you, John mind just a pool of pleasure, he finally understood why his brother enjoyed this fixation, he felt filled, an inescapable suffusion, letting you stay inside until his own body winced at the discomfort, with a wet hiss he let you go, kissing you with his hand tight around your neck.

He marked you, biting and licking at your neck and face, briefly considering to allow your skin to heal, old bruises decorated all of you, fingerprints all around your hips and scabbed half-moon bites on your shoulders– Now he knew Firecracker would never accept John or Homelander creative endeavors, sensing wounded muscle around a leathered grip, but you didn’t complain-- your pain tolerance admirable.  

“If you aren’t home by five…”

“Promise me it’ll be my turn when I get home.”

“I’m going to breed you– the only bitch in heat here is you, pumpkin.”   

“I better not even remember my own name afterwards….”

“You only need mine-- just me, my love.”

“I was foolish to think I needed it otherwise, mi sol.” you laughed at the corniness of it all.

Your guts had began to communicate in klingon, twisting and screaming louder than your anxiety as you approached the historical building, only one more other office space occupied the building, most of its life within the few businesses operating at its base, and a singular tax office on the third floor, something about the current war for the right to purchase the building had made it difficult to maintain business in the Flatiron– one small office had been turned into a makeshift apartment fitting for New York.

[2xcursekissed]

post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse. repost, don’t reblog.

tagged by: @chikoyama

tagging: anyone who wants to do this lol

nct 127 - "first love"

Stay by my side every day Every special day together Every moment is new We can enjoy together You're my first love

2. king gnu - "don't stop the clocks"

Even if misery covers the sky And the rain is endlessly showering on us I'll be able to cherish my future Seasons come around as long as I'm with you

3. shota shimizu - "sorry"

'Thank you' is what I most want to tell you and it all started after losing you I realized that you are the most important one and I really do love you

4. mark lee - "child"

It's my question, many questions Who am I in others' eyes? Who am I? Who I'll be? Different nights, same nightmare

5. suggi - "astroboy"

Out of the universe A million stars just passing by Say that you're nothing but you're More than just a debris

extra. radiohead - "creep"

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't belong here

yeah. he's that guy. i will die on that hill.

[imagineabuttercream]

Bubble Gum (Joe x Reader)

*pop* The bubble you had blown with your favorite bright pink bubble gum popped, echoing through the flat.

"Truth or dare." Caspar called out. "Earth to Joe! Truth or dare." Everyone laughed, the group all being a few drinks in.

"Shit, sorry. Umm, truth." Joe answered, his cheeks going a bit pink.

"Last time you had a wet dream?" Conor shot out.

"Oh, fuck me. Dare! I pick dare!" Joe laughed. *Pop* you popped another bubble.

"Oi, you picked truth!" Jack replied.

"Last week." He admitted, his eyes watching your lips form another bubble. "I had a dream about one of my friends."

"Who was it?" Mikey laughed. Joe was too busy watching you blow bubbles to hear him.

"I think it's obvious." Oli chuckled.

"Oh, shut up, guys." you laughed, Joe finally snapping out of it. *pop*

"What?" he asked, looking around.

The boys all bust up laughing, Caspar patting Joe on the back. "Nothing, buddy. Your turn to ask someone a truth or dare."

"Oli. Truth or dare?" Joe asked, his eyes still on your lips.

*Pop* "Dare", Oli replied.

"What did you pick?" Joe asked, his face turning to face Oli.

"You're so drunk." Josh laughed. "He said dare."

"I've had two drinks!" Joe replied. "Dare, yeah? I dare you to tweet your crush." *pop*

"Oh, fuck me." Oli drug his hand down his face. "Fine, but I'm getting you back."

"Sure, mate." Joe laughed, grabbing Oli's phone to look after he posted the tweet.

"Y/n!" Oli smirked. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." you smiled. *pop*

"I dare you to kiss your good buddy Suggy over there." Oli pointed at Joe.

Joe's head shot up and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't make her..." Joe started, but you interrupted him.

"I don't mind." you smiled at Joe, noticing his eyes drop to your lips again.

"No?" He asked, scooting towards you.

"Definitely not." you reached up and placed your hand on Joe's cheek.

Joe shot forward and smashed his lips against yours. You were more than happy to make-out with Joe, but you didn't expect him to be so eager. When you finally pulled apart, you ducked your head, embarrassed that the two of you had gotten so caught up in the moment in front of everyone. Your friends cheered and teased the two of you until you made your way back to your separate seats.

"Oh, grow up." you laughed with the group. "Jack, truth or dare?" you continued on a few rounds.

"Oh. My. God." Conor said during a lull in the game, everyone looking to see what he was reacting to. Following his line of sight, you saw Joe. A giant pink bubble growing in front of his face.

*Pop* The noise echoed through the flat. "What?" he asked, oblivious to why we were all staring at him. "What did I do?"

You could feel the heat creep up your cheeks, knowing your face was bright red. "Nothing, love." you laughed, reaching in your purse and grabbing another piece of your favorite bright pink bubble gum.

[starchild--27]

tagged by @nvwu to post the first 10 songs in my current “on repeat” playlist!! so let's goo~

Cream Soda by EXO

What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish

Paranoia by Kang Daniel

blueblueseOul by OnlyOneOf

Hear Me Out by EXO

Teardrops by Bring Me The Horizon

Garden by Pearl Jam

Dude..wtf by suggi

Topline by Stray Kids feat Tiger JK

There Is No 'I' in Team by Taking Back Sunday

i tag everyone who wants to do this ♡

[keii-starz]

✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶

:3

[suggiesug]

let's stay warm together

gn reader x choso: curling up by the fire with your beloved words: 700~

There's a clear difference in warmth between upstairs, where you've been sleeping, and downstairs, where the fireplace is. The heating hasn't been working properly lately, and while it really is the most inconvenient time of year for it to start acting up, you and Choso have been dealing with it. The fireplace downstairs helps, and you have plenty of blankets to smother yourselves in. Being close to each other helps, too, and Choso makes hot drinks for you every day, whether it's tea, or coffee, or hot chocolate. It's not exactly good for you to drink every single day, but it keeps you warm. Choso doesn't enjoy seeing you shiver. The cold affects you more than it affects him. He always runs hot. Your own personal radiator. It means less cuddles come summer, but it's perfect this time of year.

But when you wake up, there's a distinct lack of warmth in the bed. Even with the duvet and the blanket, there's a chill that settles into your bones, and it's not the most pleasant of awakenings. Especially when paired with the fact that it's still dark, and you're hoping that just means it's early morning as you roll over, hand flailing at the bedside table for your phone. You squint at the light of the screen.

2:14 AM. Great.

The cold will make it more difficult to get back to sleep now, and while you are planning on going back to sleep, you figure you might as well figure out where your radiator has gone. Throwing the covers off of you, you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, and you grab one of the blankets to wrap around your shoulders before you head out of the room. He's not in the bathroom, or anywhere else upstairs, so you head down.

There's a soft, warm light seeping into the hallway from the living room. Warm in hue, and warm in feeling. You feel it as soon as you step into the doorway, something far more pleasant than the cool air upstairs, and it's almost enough to convince you to just fall asleep on the couch.

But when you glance toward the couch, you see it already has an occupant. Sitting up, the light of the fire reflecting off of loose, brown locks.

"Can't sleep?"

It's spoken gently enough that if he were asleep, it likely wouldn't wake him up. The figure moves, though, perked up by your voice, and his head turns in order to look over the back of the couch toward you. A tired face, but soft. He looks his softest when he's tired, or relaxed. Right now, it looks like he's both.

"Mm," he lets out an affirmative hum, and as you approach the couch from behind, you take note of the blanket sprawled across his lap. More for comfort than warmth. "You?"

"It's cold."

"... Sorry."

"It's fine. I know you just didn't wanna wake me up just because you couldn't sleep. You still have to put up with me, though."

Put up with you. Choso seems amused by the wording, a huff of air harshly leaving his nose, and there's a gentle smile playing at his lips as you sit down next to him. You're immediately cuddling up to his side, and you open up your blanket so that you can wrap it around him as well. Less to keep him warm, and more just to make sure you're as close as can be.

Choso's as warm as he always is. He warms you more than the fire itself, and he's twice as pleasant to look at when you glance up from where you've rested your head on his shoulder. He catches you looking, his own gaze drifting toward you, and he seems peaceful like this. Happy and content. An arm wraps around you, securely keeping you close. A thumb rubs your back with soothing, consistent circles, and his head tilts to gently rest on top of yours.

The two of you don't need to speak. There are no unspoken I love you's between you, because they linger wordlessly in the air like heat. It rises and fills the room, and so you both know you don't need to say anything.

Besides, you're too tired to talk, and it'd ruin this perfect atmosphere created between you.

[mottsymakes]

Posting another pin in anticipation of my suggie pins.

Find it on my Etsy

[calledbyflowers]

thx for the suggies :3 this post was prompted by my enjoyment of sheepwaves other work still need to check out cat and mouse thoo

i do lowkey wish there was more explicitly noncon hdg stuff. like i enjoy the fluffy stuff too but damn the hard noncon is so good i wanna see more of it. and it feels like theres a certain subcurrent of the fandom that wants the affini to be totally moral and just and squeaky clean meanwhile im just looking for a plant mommy to brainwash me and turn me into a drooling bimbo puppy and dismantle capitalism

[081098]

astroboy. // suggi

[futchgunk]

craving eggs over rice for my first meal post op and i cant think of good combos. Do yall have suggies??

[sinartblog]

Speed Paint I drew suggi because I love his music. They really helped me a lot last year getting over ex friends. Lot's of ups and downs and when he posted his new song "Thank you" I just had to draw something. Yes there are days I still miss the ex friends, but hearing suggi’s music made me not give in and go back to them. Thank you suggi