#That’s A Awful Lot Of Gelato

[theonegod420]

I Swear I Be In The Right Spots Without Even Knowing 🙌🏽🙏🏽

[gelatomoon]

<3 cant thank everyone enough for all the help ive received so far with gelatos teeth costs ;__; <3 <3 was very overwhelmed but seeing ppl spread and donate really takes a lot of weight off my shoulders ! sorry ive been a bit inactive the past year has been turbulent and currently in the middle of figuring out moving and housing as well. i know i just kinda post art and run every once in a while but i always read the sweet tags and replies and messages even if im not very good at responding to them, so thank you they really brighten my day ! hopefully after i move ill get in the groove of drawing more consistently ^_^

a pic of gelato begging for fish for u all 

[remotewatch]

can’t hit it one time, multiple

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 2.9k wc

minors dni but still get involved and stay informed politically let me be clear

summary: volunteering is so rewarding! being a part of a cause you believe in, educating first time voters, getting dicked by the campaign’s eye candy on your lunch break; it’s got everything!

cws: shameless classic 1D style smut, bus rocking, wrap it before you tap it on THE Harris campaign reproductive freedom bus (is it legally actionable to call it by its govt name), whatever the hell is going on with the JD videos cranked up to 100, reader calls him both diva and a slut, both not totally serious, his tripod is your wingman, this Barbie tastes like clementines, semi public sex I GUESS, sub!jack SOMEWHAT

many thanks to my editor (and co-writer this time around) @mystardustmelodyyy for the organizing and romantic flair 🩵🗳️

additional thanks to Jack and the team for the inspirational Philly content, do keep it up !!

Although your day of volunteering had been nothing terribly exciting so far- setting up chairs, guiding people to their seats, a LOT of directing lost families to the bathroom- the whole town hall was thrumming with a sense of hope that felt nothing short of electric. You didn’t realize how busy you’d been until you finally got a chance to sit down and make up some gift bags. That took no time at all, leaving you a nice free chunk of the day to wander around and soak up the atmosphere. There had been rumors of a free gelato truck, and the empty breezeway pointed to them being true. The sharp thwap of sambas slapping onto marble snapped you out of your daydreaming; almost empty, apparently.

As you rounded the corner, you spotted the source of the racket: America’s most polarizing nepo baby. Filming… a stunt of some kind? He takes a running start into a front flip, landing close enough to his tripod to throw it off balance. After repositioning it and trying again, his shoes slip in a puddle on the floor, forcing him to splay out a hand to avoid falling onto his ass.

You were well aware of Jack’s work; your feed was convinced you were precisely his target demo and had been pushing his content onto you since July. Maybe it wasn’t totally off base. Regardless, watching him struggle to land a perfect somersault was much more endearing than the finished videos. When he stands up for a third attempt and manages to tangle a tripod foot up with his pants in the process, you’re unable to suppress a fit of giggles.

“Are you winning over there, diva?”

Jack looks a bit sheepish when he first glances up but recovers quickly. He adjusts the tripod and hits you with the same smile your algorithm insists makes you weak.

“I think it’s still too close to call.”

“Did you want some help with the…whatever it is you’re recording?”

One of the tripod legs abruptly gives out, the clatter echoing around the breezeway. Jack winces and nudges the fallen hunk of fiberglass with his shoe.

“Yeah, that would be great, if you don’t mind.” Five long strides over to you and he’s pressing his phone into your hands, camera already open. “If you’d just follow- well, you saw what I was trying to do.”

You can’t say if it’s the pressure of a live audience of him being fed up with his previous attempts, but Jack flips perfectly into frame this time, proceeds immediately to an immaculate standing backflip, then takes off towards the other end of the breezeway without so much as glancing at the camera. He leaps up and clicks his heels a few steps in, only turning around when you’re starting to wonder if he’s just ditching the shoot altogether.

“How was that?” He shouts on his way back over.

“Looks good!” You have no earthly idea what he was going for, but it fits right in with the absurdist athletic vibe he’s been rocking with between his more overt political content.

“Aw, that’s great. Thank you!” he beams at you after looking over the footage (you try not to focus on how small the phone looks in his hands). “The lighting is perfect too.”

“Oh, good!” Thank god. “Did you need help with anything else?”

Jack rolls his eyes mischievously like he's considering letting you in on a huge secret. “I was actually going to film a thing or two for JD if you’ve got an extra minute.”

“For that? Absolutely!”

His grin stretches wider to match yours at that response, and you realize you’re smiling at each other like two idiots.

“I’m Jack, by the way.”

He repeats your name back after you introduce yourself, and you wish he’d do it again so you can keep watching his lips move saying it.

🔹🔹🔹🔹

This time, Jack gives you slightly more direction, guiding you to hold the phone at an angle just high enough to skew provocative as he leisurely strolls backwards through the hallway. You don’t need to coach him into angling his head just right to catch the afternoon sun in his eyes; he’s got the bambi look down pat.

“JD, I really miss you. Won’t you come home so we can be a family again?” He motions just out of frame for you to aim higher, but you’re already adjusting the shot before you see his signal. “You said I shouldn’t be voting because I’m not a dad like you. Is that true, JD? Or are you making up stories again?”

Jack glances backward to check if there’s enough room for him to keep up his pace, then breaks for a second to ask “Alright, one more?” The two octave difference almost makes you drop his phone, but you keep it together and nod.

His eyes crinkle up adorably when he smiles. “Sweet.” Then he’s back to business, eyefucking the camera like he just got out of prison.

“JD, I thought you knew everything, and you told me that I should never lie. How am I supposed to trust you if I don’t know when you're telling a story or not?”

You stick your bottom lip out and mouth “more”; he happily obliges. Jack looks every bit the foxy little public servant as he peers out at the lens from under his eyelashes.

“Can you help me understand, JD? I want to understand. I just need a little help. Can you show me?” Christ, he’s practically purring. Thankfully, he snaps back to director mode before you can get too lost in the rhythm.

“You think that was too much?”

“I think you could do a little more, to be really honest.”

His eyes narrow knowingly. “How so?”

“...You could go down on your knees.” You’re half joking at the most and still think you’ve crossed a line, but sure enough, he’s kneeling down and crossing his ankles like it couldn’t come more naturally to him.

He’s still plenty tall enough to bite your pant zipper, and you quickly shove the thought aside.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, perfect, just like that.”

This time, he might as well be on mute for all the words you’re processing. It’s all slow blinking doe eyes, curls bouncing with every emphatic head tilt, his tongue stretching out to wet his lips between sentences. The “Can you show me?” rocks straight through you and breaks the spell when Jack glances up at you. His expression shifts from mockingly innocent to coquettish for just a scorching, enduring moment, then he’s back on his feet, back to the bubbly, personable demeanor you’d expect from him.

“Thank you again for the help. She was NOT playing nice today.” he nods back at the tripod.

“Oh, it’s no problem! I love your work.” He waves a hand modestly.

“I love your work! You actually came out here and helped! It’s so much more important than what I do. Is this your first event?”

“It is! It’s my first time.”

“Well, we love first timers around here.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” The implication hits you a beat too late, so you pad it with a restrained “It’s really interesting to see the behind the scenes of it all.”

Jack rocks back on his heels, his eyebrows drawing up playfully.

“Have you seen the bus?”

“Of course I’ve seen the bus!”

“No, I meant the inside of it. Did you want to see that?” He allows himself the forwardness of a head tilt.

What else could you say?

“Yeah, I really would.”

🔹🔹🔹🔹

Bless the gelato truck, because there’s not a trace of human activity on this side of the building. You’re barely paying attention to the formality of a tour Jack’s giving; his enthusiasm is adorable, but the way his fingers spread as he’s pointing out every feature in the bus is making your mind wander.

“Shoes on or off?” you manage to ask.

“Oh, whatever you want. We’re not strict.” Off, then. “As you can see, this is where the magic happens.”

Once you get to the middle of the bus, the combination of campaign paraphernalia and scattered phone chargers, melatonin gummies, and cold brew cans feels like you’re getting a peek into something thrilling. There’s a map of tour stops tacked up with current polling results on a small whiteboard to the side. It’s close, but no doubt doable. You’re so swept up that you nearly smack your head on an open cabinet door when you turn back to face your host. His hand shifts back along its edge to cushion the impact before you can think to duck, and the heat from it makes your cheek tingle.

“Careful, it’s tight in here!” he teases.

It’s hard to shake the feeling of trespassing.

“Are you sure I’m good to be here?” Jack turns back from replenishing half empty swag baskets to smile reassuringly.

“No one needs it until one. When do you have to get back?”

“My break ends at one thirty.”

“I guess it’s our bus, then!” He fetches you a sparkling water from the minifridge and cracks open his own like he owns the place. You elect to remain standing and lean against one of the chairs opposite, certainly not because you want to have him looking up at you for as long as possible.

Jack is all long limbs and tanned striations as he stretches out on the bench seat like a cat, his wingspan nearly spanning its whole length. When he arches slightly to get comfortable, his shirt catches under his pecs and makes your mouth go dry. You wonder if you’re staring too much.

“So, do you have any other directing experience, or do you just have a knack for giving orders?” His head lolls to one side, soaking up your attention. One of his feet moseys it’s way over to you, and you uncross your ankles before it has a chance to nudge them in that direction.

“I think you’re just good at taking them.” Is that a blush you’re seeing? Jack breaks into a giggle that reads almost wistful.

“I was expecting you to tell me to roll over and balance a treat on my nose.”

“Anything for the campaign, right?”

“I mean, of course, but it's still those day to day interactions that are going to win this for us.”

“Yeah, the canvassing especially is really rewarding, I didn’t expect this many people to be undecided. I guess some of them still need a little convincing.” You plop down next to him, closer than you’d ever dare if he wasn’t flushed clear down to his shirt collar. Somehow, your right leg finds itself intertwined with his. He’s a fucking furnace, even directly under the AC unit.

“Not me though; I know exactly what I want to do.”

The corners of Jack’s mouth curl up without a shred of hesitation. He squints at you again before taking a slow pull of his Perrier, Adam’s Apple bobbing like it's begging you to bite it. His middle fingertip trails lazily around the rim as he sets it down. One last lip smack, then he’s pressing them onto yours and flooding your nose with the smell of clementines and sea salt.

The buzzing in your brain reaches a fever pitch when he drapes an arm around your waist to pull you closer. Tilting your head ever so slightly, your hand wanders up to cradle his face and press a thumb to his chin. A gentle push down to open Jack’s mouth and his tongue is snaking its way in, the obscene length of it sending sparks straight down to your clit. He breathes a contented, relieved moan into your mouth when your leg swings over his hips to straddle him, then little stilted mewls as you start rocking back and forth.

“You’re a little slut for democracy aren’t you? You tease, panting against his jawline.

“Who, me?” he grins and drags his hands up your thighs to settle on your ass, thumbs playing with your waistband.

You can feel your nipples hardening as you reach one hand out to steady yourself against the window. The bracing cold glass is delicious, but you flinch back when you spot people trickling back into view, gelato cups in hand, a few racing over to pose with the bus.

“Don’t worry; they can’t see you,” he chuckles along your sternum. Jack scooches too far forward trying to get a better angle to rut against you and nearly slides you both off the seat. You hear a whispered little “oh, shit,” before he scoops you up with one arm and shifts to stand, the other grabbing a spare water on his way to the rear of the bus. He collapses onto the deep sofa without missing a beat, but looks back up at you for reassurance, as if he’s somehow being presumptuous. You don’t even see it; you’re too busy yanking at his jeans like a madwoman after feeling how hard he is.

Concerns assuaged, he manages to pull both of your pants off without incident, only an accidental kick to the end table. Jack lets out a cackle when his hand slides low enough to feel you drip down his wrist.

“And I’m the slut for democracy?”

“Oh, shut up!”

You stretch behind him to the bin of condoms marked ‘F•CK PROJECT 2025’ on the far windowsill, shamelessly letting your breasts drag over his face in the process.

“It would really be a shame if we didn’t do some quality control, since we’re already here.” You trace one along his lips until they part to accept your gift.

“Such a waste,” Jack mimics you, if a bit muffled, as his incisors shred the foil wrapper. “And,” he adds cheekily with a shrug, “we’re fresh out of plan B.”

He’s already slid it on by the time you realize he’s unclipped your bra somewhere between here and the door, and you waste absolutely no time slipping him inside, so warm it makes you shudder. His eyelids flutter when you sit down fully; he’s whining like the bus is soundproof the second you get to work, all strained little whimpers and cut off syllables as you bounce in his lap. There’s not a minute to waste, and it’s showing in the breakneck pace you set. Jack’s movements are just as frantic, bucking up hard enough to threaten to throw you straight off this ride.

Desperate to see how far down he blushes, you slide your arms under his shirt, heat blooming up to your shoulders as you do. He gets your hint and tugs it off; you waste no time planting both hands on his pecs and letting your fingers run wild through his chest hair.

Meanwhile, your shirt and bra get caught on your elbow in the process of shedding them, and your left knee skids right off the couch while you’re distracted. Jack catches your shin effortlessly and plants his foot to keep his balance; you actually spot him smiling at his own reflexes. He rolls you both over without slipping out, chuckling a little “didn’t I tell you to be careful?” into your ear. He moves to let your leg down, and you throw it over his shoulder to keep him pinned flat against you before he can do so. The new angle restricts his range a bit, but he’s already shoving a hand down to strum at your clit, face millimeters from yours for the perfect view of just how much you’re loving it. He murmurs cockily when he sees you holding back. “Won’t you let me hear you?” There’s no way you’ll attract attention if you’re just moaning into his mouth, right?

It’s all too much; Jack’s whole body draped over you like a fever that won’t break, the way he’s panting down your throat every time you clamp around him, the little calluses on his occupied fingertips and how they maintain their perfect, unbearable pace no matter how much you thrash around. You can barely squeak out a “fuck, Jack, please-,”

His “I know, I know,” sounds just as ragged and that tips you right over the edge.

Jack’s composure completely unravels with the first pulse. His eyes screw shut and his hips still as deep as he can get to ride it out with you. You’re shaking and frothing like a can of Pepsi- sweet and sticking all along his slicked-flat happy trail as you lift your leg a little higher and over the back of his neck to pull him in closer. The beads of sweat on his forehead drip onto yours when he falls into another messy kiss, aftershocks buzzing comfortably through you both.

His phone timer jolts you out of your shared stupor.

“What is that?”

“12:30,” he groans into the couch cushion. “Sit tight, I’ll get you a towel.

🔹🔹🔹🔹

Jack is steaming your dress pants in one sock and his Hanes like its second nature, and it’s making a strong case for the hottest thing he could possibly do. In a few minutes, he’ll go out the front of the bus and stir up the crowd while you exit through the back.

“Take a bev for the road if you’d like.” He slaps the minifridge pointedly.

“Thanks, you’re such a good host!” you hadn’t moved from where you were laid out on the sofa; it was too much fun watching him get flustered from the compliment, “This was fun, getting to know you and all.”

“Yeah it was,” his tone is achingly sincere as he smiles back at you, face getting flushed all over again “...Not to be too bold, but could I get your number?”

[sleeplesssmoll]

Imagine if, somehow, Vertin got turned into pre-Breakaway Smoltin. Would chaos unfold in the Suitcase?

At first I was going to say "yes" but after really thinking about it...

Vertin's team is soooo protective of her. She'd be in safe hands. Also, Smoltin was a menace because she was forbidden from being true to herself. I think the team would be happy to show her new places, help her catch Critters, and tell her stories about their adventures. They'd give her the childhood she was robbed of. Even the little ones like Erik, Eagle, and the others would be happy to play the role of "Big Sister".

I'm sure she'd still get into shenanigans but everyone is in on it!

Also, maybe this could be an important time of healing for Sonetto. She gets to hug Smoltin. It's something she wish she did more of when they were younger instead of breaking her little heart. She'll be the one giving Smoltin toffees and sweets this time.

However, she is also unwilling to share Smoltin which means that the team is actively fighting over her. While Vertin was the black sheep at the Foundation, here she's the apple of everyone's eye 🍎

Regulus wants to show her all her favorite records.

Sotheby wants to show her potions and talk her ear-off about crazy ideas.

Druvis makes a swing out of tree branches in the Wilderness for Smoltin.

Blonney and Desert Flannel want to dress her up like a little doll.

Jessica introduces her Critter friends to Smoltin and the little one curls up between the fluffy Carbuncles.

Click is following her around and taking pictures of these precious moments.

Smoltin is in awe at how big Matilda and Sonetto are now! Matilda acts normal but admits to Sonetto in private that seeing Smoltin like this hurts. This is the life Vertin deserve; one full of happiness and belonging. She also remembers the day she thought Vertin was Reversed like the others which is something she never talks about, not even to Sonetto.

Smoltin befriends Pavia's dogs, who recognize her scent as the person who gives them treats. Pavia acts annoyed but makes no attempt to stop Smoltin from playing with his puppies. He even offers her some of his precious Gelato and is pleased by her excited reactions when she eats it. He tells her to smile like that more often because he's sick of her stoic face (referring to Vertin as the Timekeeper).

Oliver Fog wanted no part of this. He's only concerned about getting her back to normal, but X thinks the whole thing is hilarious. He is in no rush and takes his time showing her his inventions. He likes that Smoltin and Vertin are always curious and listen intently to his explanations, even if he can tell they don't quite get it.

Mesmer Jr. gave her exactly one head pat. She has a lot of baggage too, but in that moment seeing Vertin reminded her of their childhood before the Break-away event and the Parade. She and Smoltin were friends at one point. Part of her misses how things used to be and the other reminds her not to dwell on these things. Its easier to not care.

As fun as it is spoiling Smoltin, the team begins to miss their Timekeeper. Without Vertin leading them, there is a noticeable hole in their lives. She was a friend, leader, parent, and everything else they needed her to be. They develop a deeper appreciation toward her. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

There are so many fun possibilities with this idea I'm sure other people have many. Feel free to share!

[berylcups]

Pervert Alert! Perv! Illuso x Reader

CW: Slight body shame, food fetish, disordered eating, creepy behavior, pervert behavior, masturbation, slight degradation, toys, alcohol, drugs, porn, somnophilia, MINORS DNI

Notes: FINALLY!!! It’s done 😩 it sure took FOREVER! I hope everyone likes this one . I took a lot of time on it. It’s not perfect but I did my best and that’s all I can really ask for right? Please enjoy and I apologize for the very long wait! IRL work and IRL obligations had my hands full for a bit! I finally added in some sorbet and gelato too, I hope they don’t seem like 🌈gay stereotypes 🌈 since I’m trying to develop their personalities out still. All I know is Gel is slightly fem but very unstable! Sorbet…he’s a wildcard atm. Well enough rambling! Please enjoy my drabbles!

💜Beryl

Everyone is treated equally in the hitman team at least that’s what Risotto does. Yet he did warn you due to your appearance you may be subjected to some unwanted attention and that you need to be prepared to handle it. If it got too out of hand you could always come to him to get it straightened out but you were too stubborn to ask for help and…too shy.

Let’s address the elephant in the room, out of all of the 10 people, you were the only one who had a massive chest, curves, and some chubbiness. So due to the fact, you were self conscious.

You never liked eating in front of the men, but when the entire group was together Risotto wanted everyone around to share meals with. The comradery amongst the men was strong.

You just sat there at the table picking at your salad. You were avoiding your favorite bits- the cheese and the croutons and scooting them to the side of your plate with your fork.

“Y/N. Why are you picking at your food like that?” Prosciutto asked but it sounded more like a demand.

“Oh uh… I’m just not that hungry. “ you lied. You were self conscious about your weight as you gained another pound.

“Another diet???” Formaggio butted in. “You take the media way too seriously. Nobody here gives a shit how much you eat. Eating that rabbit food though… that ain’t gonna fill you up at all.” He pointed with his fork at your salad grimacing at the excessive greenery.

“For people who don’t seem to care, you guys are paying an awful lot of attention to what I’m eating…” you grumbled while stabbing at your food.

“You can’t avoid eating all carbs and fat or else you’ll become emaciated. It’s all important in a diet as long as it’s done within reason. Now eat some gnocchi.” Prosciutto said while putting a small portion on your plate.

“Eating instant noodles and fast food in your room is what the real issue is. You need real homemade nutritious food. You’re lucky my nonna is not still alive or else she’d strap you to the chair until you ate at least thirds or fourths.” He gently chastised.

“Ugh fine… geez.” You sighed as you took a forkful of gnocchi into your mouth. For some reason you still felt self conscious…like you were being watched.

For dinner it was a little quieter tonight. Normally there’s usually 1 or 2 arguments going on at once but the usual aggressor is awfully quiet. Illuso hasn’t said a word at all tonight. He was eating quietly for once in his life but he was watching you intently. You two locked eyes and he just smirks. You quickly averted your gaze, he’s pretty unpleasant most of the time and he’s making you uncomfortable. He whispered something to Formaggio and he chuckled.

“That’s just dirty man.” He said, sneaking a look over at you.

“I’m done.” You pushed your plate to the side feeling the anxiety in your gut taking away the rest of your appetite.

“You better have room for my strawberry cake!” Gelato chirped.

“He didn’t slave over a hot oven for nothing and I know it’s your favorite!” Sorbet added.

“For fuck sakes guys… stop making me fatter.” You sighed.

“Oh hush. Quit acting like being chubby is a bad thing.” Gelato brushed off your complaint and cut you a slice.

“But you know for AFABs it’s hard to —“ you whined.

“Uh uh uh~” he cut you off by waving the cake knife at you threateningly.

“Ok ok! Jesus! You’re right! Just put the knife down please!” You panicked.

You knew better than to argue further with the most mentally unstable couple in the group and took the piece. You took a good forkful of cake and it basically melted in your mouth.

“Oh my god.” You moaned. “This tastes even better than last time. What did you do?” You eagerly asked, you completely forgot about why you were so self conscious in the first place.

“A shit ton of butter.” Gelato says proudly. “Everything's better when you put extra butter in it.”

Illuso was getting a good show tonight. Watching you lick the whipped cream off your lips was making him hard. Thank god he wore plush baggy clothing or else it would give his arousal away. He loved seeing you pick the strawberry off the top of the piece of cake and let your soft lips wrap around the plump juicy berry as you bit into it. He really wanted to feed you himself and feel you lick the juices and cream off of his fingers. You had no clue that he wanted to blow your back out, you just assumed he was being his usual dickish self.

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It was about 3 am and all was quiet in the base.

You usually stay up at night working on the computer researching targets for clues. Tonight though you had some free time to play some Nintendo 64. You reached for your soda can to take a sip but empty… and your stomach? It was growling for its midnight snack.

Sigh…you hated leaving the safety of your room. You never knew who you would bump into. Everyone had weird hours when they were awake asleep or just out and about. But you needed to obey your nagging belly. You really should have eaten more at dinner.

You silently as possible walked down the creaky wooden steps to the kitchen to see a figure bent down being illuminated by the fridge light. Great… you weren’t alone. You tried to turn around to go back upstairs until you heard a familiar unpleasant voice.

“Where do you think you are going, Y/N?” It was Illuso. You could hear the smugness in his voice.

“ You clearly came down here for something so come over and get it.”

You just knew that he wanted to tease you and make you feel uncomfortable like he always does. You swallowed out of nerves and walked towards the fridge as he stepped aside.

“Oh… it’s time for your midnight snack isn’t it?” He chuckled.

“Gelato knew that you had a big sweet tooth so he saved you an extra piece of cake that has your name on it . It’s alllll the way back in the fridge though if you want to get it.”

“Oh… uh, thanks. That’s exactly what I’m in the mood for.” You said shyly.

You bent over and took a long look to find your piece of cake amongst all the clutter in the fridge. There was half eaten leftovers, a milk jug, condiments, lots of beer, and rotten old food that needed to be thrown out. While you were looking you felt something hard press up against your ass.

“Illuso… some personal space would be nice.” You said trying to not get irritated. That only adds fuel to fire when you get mad at him.

“Relax… I’m just looking for the whiskey above this clusterfuck of a fridge.” dismisses your comment.

You push the milk jug to the side and you finally find your coveted cake. You move back but your ass just presses up against his crotch. Your ass was as soft as he anticipated, regardless of the size he knew it feel like heaven up against his cock. Out of reflex he slightly grinds up against you, you can definitely feel him getting hard.

“Ugh! Illuso get out from behind me you pervert!” You hiss.

“Pervert?! I’m not the one who grinded their ass on me!” He defensively.

“You’re not fooling me asshole.” You spat. “ I was trying to move out but you were still BEHIND me.”

“Geez you need to go to bed because you are acting crazy. I may be a dick but I’d never sexually harass you!” He continued gaslighting you.

You just glared at him and took your cake with you back upstairs. You hid your red face, you had a heat growing in your lower belly from that brush up. “No! That was gross! Why is my body acting up like this?! I hate him!” You thought clearly in denial.

He watched as you stormed off and smirked. He had fun touching you inappropriately like that. He only wished it lasted longer so you could feel the full extent of his hardness inside the thin material of his lounge pants.

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It’s rare you get any alone time. When you do you take advantage of it. You haven’t had a partner since you put your abusive ex six feet under about 2 years ago. So when you’re feeling needy you have to rely on your favorite vibrator. You locked the door and closed the blinds just in case but you forgot not everyone needs a door or a window to come in and see what you’re doing. You completely forgot about the massive vanity mirror on top of your dresser that faces directly towards your bed. If only you were able to think clearly through your lust clouded mind to know about the mirror. Who knows what else he saw? But you didn’t think about that at the time when you pulled your panties to the side and pushed the vibrator in between your slick folds and into your eager hole.

“Too impatient to take your panties off? What an eager whore you are, Y/N. I wish you’d act like that around me.” He thought as he watched from the other side. He pulled his hard cock out and stroked it to you pleasuring yourself.

He timed his strokes with how you were thrusting the toy in and out. Every time you pulled it out it made a lewd squelching noise. Your cunt was drooling for more as you thrusted it faster and turned up the speed of the vibration. A generous wet spot was forming from where your needy cunt was weeping.

“Shit… that’s perfect. Keep fucking your greedy little pussy just like that.” He panted out as rubbed the precum leaking from his tip over his cock as makeshift lube.

Your mind wanders from fantasy to fantasy , slowly getting you closer to your goal of cumming. First it started off with your crush Prosciutto doing the filthiest things to you but you were starting to have intrusive thoughts about that night you bumped into illuso…with your ass.

“Why am I thinking about that?!” You thought with frustration. “I’m trying to cum, not gross myself out!” But the thoughts continued in vivid detail.

You were trying to steer yourself back to Prosciutto but he wasn’t cutting it. Your mind went to Illuso and that night but he was fucking you in front of the fridge. This turned you on more and you thrusted the toy in and out so fast your wrist began to cramp.

“That’s a good Y/N. Fuck that pussy hard and fast for me.” He growled as he furiously stroked his leaking cock.

“Ugh…fuck. I can’t believe this is going to make me cum. Damn you Illuso…” you moaned as you chased your orgasm. “Illuso! Fuck!” You felt the shockwaves of heat intensifying from the core of your body as you came.

“?!” Y/N was masturbating to him. He couldn’t believe it.

“Y/N! Y/N!” This drove him over the edge and came thick ropes all over his hand and on the mirror.

“Just you wait till I get my hands on you Y/N. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a month.” He thought watching your exhausted panting figure sprawled out on the bed.

You pulled out your vibrator and examined it. It was soaking wet and dripping in your own juices. You knew it definitely needed to be cleaned after that mess but you were too exhausted to move.

“I’ll clean it when I wake up…” you thought as you drifted off into deep sleep.

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Things after that eye opening masturbation session got a lot worse with Illusos behavior. He was always staring you down with a cocky grin and licking his lips.

He barely gave you any personal space. At meetings he would manspread on the sofa and pat on his lap.

“Need somewhere to sit? You can always come sit in my lap, you know. I won’t bite~.” He chuckled.

You couldn’t hide the blush tinting your cheeks.

“Ugh, Illuso quit being nasty and spreading your legs. Then I’d actually have room to sit but if you’re going to be gross about it then I’d rather just stand.” You spat while grimacing. You fought back a blush.

You leaned on the back of the chair Sorbet and Gelato were sitting on. They were the only two that you knew weren’t going to bother you…at least not in the way Illuso would.

Risotto was giving out missions from the boss and if he didn’t know better you couldn’t believe he’d have the audacity to pair you up with Illuso on a mission to Milano.

“Y/N… I think it’s best if Illuso accompanies you for this mission. This target is pretty unpredictable and you’ll need some back up.” He said.

“…” you said nothing, your eye twitched. The both of them noticed this, illuso smirked trying not to laugh and Risotto raised an eyebrow.

“Did you hear me Y/N?” He regained your attention.

“Uh… yeah! Sorry.” You were startled.

“Ok good. Well this should be no longer than 3 days.” He continued. He gave more details about what you would be doing but it went one ear and out the other. You were internally panicking due to the fact you were going to be stuck with a pervert for 3 days straight…a pervert you refused to admit that you liked-by yourself.

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The mission was grueling but you managed to kill the target. The only downside was you couldn’t have done it without Illuso so he was feeling pretty cocky that day. Now you’re back at the hotel but it was pretty much booked. The only room left was a honeymoon suite. Fuck.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You were dumbfounded. “ There's literally no OTHER rooms?!”

“Don’t get pissy at me Y/N. Just be thankful we even got a room. All the other hotels nearby are booked too for some stupid ass event.” He grumbled.

Hopefully the room had a couch or something that you could sleep separately on…

When you get to the room it was very lavish and had a small kitchenette with a fully loaded mini bar when you first walked in and in the room was a massive king sized bed. The bathroom had a waterfall shower and jacuzzi tub. The place spared no expense for the honeymoon suites.

“Wow…” was all you could say. This was a stark contrast to what you two were used to back at base.

“You’re welcome.” Illuso said with a prideful grin as he made a beeline for the mini bar and grabbed the most expensive liquor available.

“Yeah yeah…” you brushed him off as you organized the pillows equally down the middle of the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He crinkled his eyebrows in confusion.

“Dividing the bed space duh. This is YOUR side and this is MINE. Go across the pillow barrier and I’m kicking you out and you’re sleeping on the floor.” You said while fluffing the pillows.

“Oh come on! That’s nowhere near enough room for me! I’m 3 times your size.” He bitched.

“Come near me in the bed and I’ll circumcise you.” You threatened making a scissoring sign with your fingers. “Now if you don’t mind I’m getting a shower. I smell like blood and sweat and it’s fucking disgusting.”

He held in crotch with an uneasy look. “Fine. Calm your tits. No need to bring my dick into this. Just don’t steal all the hot water.”

You knelt down in front of your suitcase and pulled out some pajamas, a fresh pair of underwear, and your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. “I’ll think about it… don’t drink all the booze. I want some too.”

“I’ll think about it~.”he teased, copying what you just said.

You narrowed your eyes and gave him the finger and stepped into the bathroom with your things.

He looked at the bed divided and scoffed as he sat on his side. “Like hell that’s gonna stop me.” He thought bitterly.

“I watch them all the time and they don’t even know it. Hell I could watch them right now…” he pondered as he turned on the TV. “They don’t do anything fun in the shower though and they definitely aren’t now that I’m here…” he clicked through the channels and found the premium channels.

“Oh what’s this?” He clicked through and found the cheesy ass porn channel. “Heheh. This is really bad but it’s better than nothing.”

The acting was super bad and the boobjob on the actress was faker than beachballs. Not that there’s anything wrong with fake tits…but they looked completely botched.

You finished up your shower. This was the best shower you ever had in your life! The water was nice and hot and had the right amp of pressure. It made you 100 times less grumpy than when you were coming in.

You came out to your suitcase and put your dirty clothes away.

“What are you watching?” You asked and looked up at the tv and grimaced.

“Eugh. Porn??? Really???.” You made fake gagging noises to exaggerate your disgust.

“Nothing good is on.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Besides it’s so bad it’s funny. You’re gagging sounded more realistic than that chick's gagging.”

You took a mini bottle of wine and your meds and took them in one swig. You unfolded the covers and went on to your side of the bed.

“Well I’m exhausted so I’m going to sleep now. So don’t wake me up unless our lives are in danger.” You warned him.

“Yeah yeah. Go to bed sleeping beauty. I’m staying up.” He said still watching the lewd show.

The mixture of the alcohol and medication put you into a deep sleep. He watched the rest of the porn but he was getting pretty bored with unrealistic effects. It kept his attention until he heard you softly snoring.

“Y/N?” He called out to you to gauge how deep in you were…no response.

He watched your chest rise and fall as you slept deeply. Dark thoughts were beginning to cloud his mind. It was you and him all by yourselves, with no one to interfere. He could finally bring his filthiest fantasy to life. He turned off the lights and removed his clothes.

He removed the annoying pillow barrier you put up and laid down beside you under the layers of blankets. He silently watched your peaceful expression as you slept. You looked so angelic, he couldn’t wait to corrupt you.

He lifted up your shirt to gain access to your breast. They were one of his favorite things about your body. He didn’t give 2 shits about the size, he just liked them because they were yours. He gently squeezed the soft flesh and then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. As the soft peak became hard he gently grazed his teeth on it. This got a soft moan out of you only egging him on.

As he nipped and sucked on the sensitive bud his hand snaked down inside your pajama pants and petted your panty covered cunt. He rubbed between the folds and put extra pressure on the clit as he switched to the other tit and licked on it feverishly. He could feel a wet spot beginning to soak through your panties as you lightly panted.

“For someone who’s so uptight you’re pretty slutty letting me touch you like this.” He thought as he studied your changing facial features as you slept.

“You knew this was going to make you pass out. You want this don't you?” He whispered. “You wouldn’t of drank all that wine and take that medicine if you didn’t want this.” He pulled your pajama pants off and rubbed harder on your moist panty covered cunt.

“Look at how bad you want it. Your panties are getting soaked, lying whore. That’s okay because I love it when you’re a whore.” He kissed up your neck as he put his hand inside your panties and slid a finger through your slick folds.

“Mmmpth…lu…s…o..” you mumbled in your sleep.

The fact that you were thinking of him as you slept encouraged him to keep going and to escalate his behavior.

“That’s right sweetheart. I’m right here…” he purred as he nibbled on your soft earlobe. He teased your entrance with his finger. Your hips moved instinctively in response to the feeling. He chuckled and finally slipped a finger inside you.

“You’re not even awake and you’re still so demanding.” He snickered as he slowly fingered your unsatisfied cunt.

“Mmmpth…” you furrowed your brows and softly grunted out of frustration.

“Oh? 1 finger isn’t good enough for this slut? Are you really in any position to be demanding 2?” He asked with an amused tone. He gave in to your sleepy tantrum and inserted a 2nd finger into your greedy cunt.

He fingered you at a slow rough pace. Your body reacted dripping on to his hand and your face became fully flushed, as you panted harder.

“Mmmm~” you whined and turned your head to the side. You were slowly starting to wake up. You really didn’t want to, you were having the most pleasant wet dream.

“Il…lu..mmm” you whined again you slowly became aware of your surroundings as your eyes fluttered.

“Illuso..? W-what…what are you doing???” You tried to jump up but his weight kept you down on the bed.

“What do you think I’m doing Y/N? I know you want this.” He growled possessively as he brushed his fingers against your g-spot.

“Aaa~…I don’t want this!” You lied. “I hate you! You’re a selfish asshole!”

“You’re lying. Why were you saying my name in your sleep? Why were you saying my name when you were pleasuring yourself? Hmm?” He pulled his fingers out of your soaking wet cunt.

You pushed your thighs together for friction and whined from the loss of fullness. “I…I don’t know!” You lied again.

He held your thighs apart so you couldn’t get any stimulation. “You're not getting off until you're honest with me. And look me in the eyes Y/N while you tell me.” He said with a devilish smile.

Tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks. “Ok! Fine! I like you okay?! I pretend to hate you because I thought you’d never like me in the way I’d like you! Happy???” You cried out of frustration.

“See? That wasn’t so hard!” He pulled your panties down and you covered your face out of embarrassment.

“Hey now… don’t hide from me.” He chuckled, he thought your sudden shyness was cute. “I like you too, don't you know? Why do you think I tease you all the time?” He gently pulled your hands out of your face.

He leaned in and kissed and nibbled on your neck while he rubbed his cock in between your wet folds.

“Wait… I haven’t done this in a long time. Please be gentle?” You requested.

“Don’t worry I’m not going just yet… let’s just take our time.” He continued to slide his cock between your drooling cunt as he leaned down to give you a series of open mouth kisses. You reciprocated by grinding your cunt against his hard cock in time with his thrusts.

Feeling his cock brush up against your clit made you feel lightheaded from the pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist and slipped your tongue in his mouth. He gently sucked on it and kept rubbing his leaking cock up against your clit.

“Hah…I think I’m getting close…” you panted, drool was dribbling down the corner of your chin.

“Your body is just as impatient as you are.” He chuckled. “Hold on, I still got to fuck you first.” He kissed you once more and took a finger to wipe away the drool from your chin.

You closed your eyes and hid your face in your hands as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

“Hey now, no getting shy on me. I want you to see me split you open.” He moved your hands away and made you look down.

“Oh god…” you whined nervously, his cock was going to split you open. He was bigger than your ex and your toys. He was 8 inches uncut and very thick, very well groomed too. “Come on… there’s no way it’s gonna fit.” You panicked.

“Calm down, of course it’s gonna fit. You’re dripping wet! I’ll take it slow ok?” He rubbed your thighs in an attempt to comfort you.

“O-ok…go ahead then.”

He took his time and slowly penetrated you. There was a moderate sting but not unbearable. You watched as your fat cunt lips swallowed his massive cock.

“Ahhh…”you hissed in pain and bit your lip. He couldn’t help but groan from the tightness of your hole. “Shit…” he pushed himself all the way in. “You good?” He asked.

“Yeah…just kinda stings.” You whimpered. He settled for a minute letting you get used to the intrusion and then he pulled nearly out and thrusted back in.

“Hnng…” you groaned. You let him keep going and breathed deeply as you tried to relax your body as much as possible to ride out the pain. He kissed and nipped on your earlobe to help distract you from the pain as he thrusted slowly.

The pain stayed longer than you liked but it was fading quickly. You relaxed your muscles and felt him bury his length deeper into your sensitive cunt.

“Faster…please…”you panted.

He would have teased you about it but he was lost in your tightness and picked up the pace. You whined and panted and clinged to him digging your nails into his skin.

“Lulu~” you mewled as tears ran down your cheeks.

“That’s right sweetheart. Say my name.” He purred as he grabbed on to your waist and bounced you on his cock, thrusting as deep as he could.

“Too deep!” You whined as he brutalized your cunt.

“You can take it!” He groaned as he lifted your legs into the breeding position.

You whined as he fucked you like a rabid animal. You dragged your fingernails down his back and knew it was going to leave a nasty mark.

Your hips grinded up against his as he fucked you and he kissed you deeply and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

You sucked on his tongue and your mouths fought for dominance as you made out as you chased your climaxes.

You felt the heat in your cunt expand to the rest of your body and intensity. The knot in your belly was tightening and ready to snap.

“Fuck lulu~! I’m cumming!” You cried.

“That’s right-cum for me sweetheart!” He panted and rubbed on your clit to bring your orgasm closer.

“Illuso~!” You mewled as you clinged to him and arched your back. “Fuck!” You cried as you orgasmed.

“Y/N!” He groaned as he pulled out and came all over your chest and belly.

He rolled off of you and laid next to you holding you close.

“You know I’m covered in cum right?” You snickered.

“As long as it’s mine I don’t give a shit.” He chuckled as he reached over for a tissue off the nightstand as wiped you clean. “There. Better?”

“Much better.” You sighed contentedly as you nuzzled into his embrace. “So…now what?”

“What do you mean now what? You’re mine now. That means no more fawning over that tight ass Prosciutto.” He said rubbing on your side.

“Yeah…I know… but how are we gonna deal with the others?” You look up at him with concern.

“Heh… let’s keep the relationship between us and see how long it takes for one of us to slip up in front of the team or see if they are smart enough to catch on by themselves. I think it will be kinda funny.” He chuckled.

“Sounds like fun.” You snickered.

The team didn’t know for about 2 months… Illuso conveniently forgot that he can be seen in the mirror… All poor Ghiaccio wanted to do was to brush his teeth and in the mirror he gets a full hardcore pornographic scene of Illuso blowing your back out over the bathroom sink. Now the entire bathroom is in disarray…and frozen.

[brostateexam]

Miss California was the best thing about Thanksgiving. By a lot.

She's doing really well. She can walk on her own and has good range of motion. She can get on to certain things in my mom's house by climbing up using her claws, and for the rest, she comes to where she wants to go and then chirps until she's picked up and placed on her desired surface.

She spent a lot of time snuggling with me and purring. I love her so much.

Other good things:

People really liked my food

One of my mom's guests brought really nice gelato

End of list!

The dinner was very weird. The kids were, to be honest, awful little gremlins (perfectly understandable; their dad has cancer) and the adults weren't really interested in controlling them (perfectly understandable; see previous). So most of the adult time was corralling the kids or making awkward chitchat while we all avoided talking about how my BiL has cancer.

No one really was able to have a good conversation or relax anyhow because my mom's place is far too small for eight people to just enter the space and find a natural place to sit unless she puts work in to setting up the space for people, and she didn't do any work whatsoever. So the end result was there weren't enough chairs set out, three people in the living room and two in the kitchen with thee people having to stand at any given time, which added to the chaotic feeling and did not make for a nice atmosphere.

She also allowed her friend to bring gelato for dessert, but my mom keeps kosher so we had to switch dishes and utensils between dinner and dessert, and the dishes can't touch or share a sink. Then she got really snappy with people not knowing which dishes were for milk vs meat (and by the way, she has like a random pile of eclectic dishes for each so you can't just say "pink floral pattern = milk, blue plates = meat" or whatever), and got really annoyed about people using the wrong utensils or whathaveyou... The solution here was to just say "bring non dairy ice cream, or jello, or just fruit" but instead it was a damn mess. Great gelato, though.

A bit too great. I had too much of it and ended up with dumping syndrome. I had to lie down until it passed, during which my mom passive-aggressively asked if I was ready to leave yet no fewer than three times. It was beyond rude and I'm still steamed about it hours later.

At least everyone liked the food I made. I'm thinking I'm going to pass on seeing my mom for a bit after that, though. She's been helping me a lot with the house, which I appreciate, but maybe it's causing some resentment toward me because she was just shitty to me in a way I didn't appreciate.

[jolalibrary]

Need some some Frankie thoughts…

OHHHHH my favourite 🫠😍 (anon if you wanted more thots, send me another ask)

I have so many—honestly I think I’ve come back with a LOT—but for now, I present:

frankie morales x f!reader (holiday/city break)

warnings: just pure fluff

• Frankie surprising you for your birthday with a trip to a European city you’ve always wanted to go to. He’s planned it all, researched until his eyes were sore for several nights, giving you two days to pack before you go away—and making it twice as long because he keeps pulling you for kisses or asking you to model the clothes you’re packing.

• One particular skirt/dress, he slides his hands up, sliding his thigh between your legs, thumb swiping across your cheek. “Gonna be hard to look at the buildings and art when you’re walking around looking this pretty”, and you feel your cheeks go warm, swatting him, but then kissing him until it gets more and more intense, the fabric balled up at your hips. and you realise how long packing is going to take.

• You definitely get ready for dinner one night on the trip, and his eyes go all puppy-like, drinking you in as you catch him staring—you have never felt more beautiful than since you’ve been with him. Especially when he says things like, “You’re so pretty, baby. Let’s stay in. I’ll order room service.” And you almost melt, but you decide to wrap your arms around his neck, his curls teasing your skin as his hands spread around your hips, cupping your ass as you reply, “How about we enjoy two courses, and then I’ll be your dessert.”

• If the hotel has a pool, he can’t take his eyes off you behind his shades. Fingers carding through his hair as you adjust your bikini/swimsuit—the ones he’s thinking about tearing off with his teeth. His legs spread on either side of the pool bed, watching you walk around the pool, staring at the view—while he stares at you, his favourite view. Then you look over, and the way his smile spreads is like you cast a spell on him, because he never thought he’d ever be this happy.

• One night, he walks you back the scenic route—one he has planned on his phone—making it twice as long because you’re in this long half-sheer maxi dress that makes him want to press you against walls down alleyways and wrap his arms around you as you eat ice cream/gelato.

• The way you hate queuing to fly home and to cheer you up, he removes the hat from his head and puts it on yours backwards. Watching, in awe, as you slowly begin to grin before curling into his side, his lips kissing the top of your head, unsure if he could love you anymore, until you tell him how excited you are to get home, grab some of his favourite beers and order your two’s favourite food.

[randomgentlefolk]

🍰🎲🔨

I'm finally back alive! Slowly trying to be like my old self again :]

🍰 = favorite food from cpc?

Ooh lots! But especially the desserts :D

I really REALLY wanna try Gwen's fancy dinner apple pie! I don't even like apple that much but damn. It looks SO GOOD. I mean look at it

It looks bussin. I mean, vanilla gelato on a pie crust?? Topped with apple, whipped cream (?), and cinnamon stick??? Yes please. I'm already imagining the taste of cinnamon right now.

Wait is that cinnamon stick? Or some kinda chocolate stick?? Either way both of them are great.

Other than that, I literally just want to taste all of the desserts. The brownies, the scones, the gingerbread house, ALL OF THEM. Also this

I understand Isolde in these matters. How can you look at these desserts and resist to eat them?? I fricking love desserts.

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🎲 = character you related to?

Well, my immediate answer would be Frederick, haha. But! I honestly relate to every characters, though just some bits and pieces of them. But my ultimate answer would be Frederick and Monika, I think? Monika because I love collecting things and I'm most likely a hoarder. The amount of useless things piling up in my room is amazing, really. But I can't just throw them away! What if one day they turns out to be important? Plus they're pretty! And they help me feel not lonely. Also chapter 76 lives rent free in my heart. As for Frederick, the fact that he always lives in the fantasy of his book. The fact that he used to be a cheerful child who infodump about things he love. But due to being rejected by his surrounding, he stopped. That hits hard, man.

...Also my hair often shapes itself like a broomstick XD

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🔨 = favorite quote?

Aw man, there's a lot! But one of them is this

I love it

Well, that's it for now! I'm gonna try and finish my drafts, and also some of the asks!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[mambalae-s]

hi my love congrats on 100!!! i’m so extremely proud of you!! for your event i’m going with kageyama because i’ve been missing him a lot :( i feel very lucky to say that in the past few years i’ve really grown to love my own body – my skin, my facial features, my body shape, all things i was highly insecure about when i was younger! now i’m so hot like i love myself ….. a little bit about me! i’m the most stereotypical virgo ever like i’m such a perfectionist, hate when things are not organised, hugeee daydreamer, outgoing but i’m also slightly introverted in that i loveee to be independent. my favourite season is summer! i love the sun but i love when it rains too. my love language is quality time/acts of service although i’m quite touchy too!! with tobio i can’t not think of missionary, he’s just so pretty and i love to scratch at him <3 my dream date with him would be a dinner and an evening walk by the beach in italy 🥹 we eat pasta and drink wine and he buys me gelato after and it’s just soooo romantic <3 love u!!

aw mouse!! thank you for sending in your request!! i’m so excited to get started, i immediately went hunting for pictures for your moodboard right away! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope i can do justice by you — i’ll certainly give it my all!

╰┈➤ ❝ summerkissed tide — mouse x tobio!

╰┈➤ song — telepatía by kali uchis

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you and tobio have this type of understanding between one another that genuinely surpasses what words can put to manifest. really — it’s almost telepathic!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s as if you’re with your other half because he’s so perceptive of you. with those analytical eyes of his, he’s spent time after time learning you and your tells.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s seen the way you admire yourself in the mirror, how you smile and your face lights up when you wear the clothes you’ve picked out for yourself. you’d gotten your nails done so beautifully, and your hair you’d chosen to tie up with a big and gorgeous bow — every aspect of your look catered and carefully picked to make your image the very likeness of summer afternoons.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪with the both of you having been so busy with each of your own schedules, tobio had been carefully and secretly planning a little getaway for the two of you!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪gosh, it was so hard for him to keep it a surprise! really! ever since you’d absentmindedly mentioned to him that you’d been thinking of seeing the beaches in italy one night while you lay cuddled next to him, he’d practically been forcing himself to plan in secret despite nearly bursting at the seams with excitement!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪it’s on a quiet night of spring when he finally shows you two plane tickets, both stamped for your flights on the first day of summer, and he watches you glow as you look up at him with happy tears in your eyes, beaming and still in a bit of disbelief because no way… did he really???

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪and when you hug him, lunging your body into his arms and kissing him all over his face, he feels so elated and indescribably happy that he’d been able to surprise you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 during this trip, tobio goes above and beyond to do the things you’d like!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he really really wants you to be focused on absolutely nothing but having a good time, so he plans little dates for you to enjoy together!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he makes sure his phone is filled up with as many beautiful pictures of you as he can get! during those moments when your smile shines so warmly underneath the setting sun as you let the waves rush over your bare feet, tobio discreetly takes a snapshot moment of you that he adds to his evergrowing collection. one thing with him, he takes so many photos of you, in any instance he can! it makes his days so much brighter when he looks through them and sees your beautiful smile, beaming so brightly. it really warms his heart.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 every now and then, he’ll lean in for a kiss, poking his face into your line of sight and quickly touching his lips to anywhere he can on your face. he loves the way you giggle each time he pecks the corner of your lips, and absolutely can’t help the way he melts when you squeeze his hands and and lean up to touch your nose to his.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 during dinner, he absolutely adores the way you look beneath the candlelights. the warmth glows off your skin as you enjoy a delicious mouthful of creamy spaghetti. the sounds of pleasure you make are filled with delight as you offer him to taste your plate, holding out your fork for him to try.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you’ve both enjoyed your fill, he takes you to this cute little gelato shop where he buys you both your own waffle-bowls of strawberry gelato!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he thinks it’s so sweet the way you brush his hair away from his eyes every so often, and he can see so clearly the way your gaze gets lost in his ocean blues and he realizes — once more, amidst so many other epiphanic moments, that you love him. so profoundly and in your entirety, you love him just as much as he loves you. and it makes the taste of the cold treat so much sweeter on his tongue when he kisses your lips.

NSFW HEADCANNONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 in bed, tobio has a tendency to worship you and rever you as if you were his goddess

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and if you asked anyone, he’d for sure say that it’s true. he always starts off slowly, kissing you in each place that you once felt insecure about. it’s his way of telling you just how beautiful, how divinely they make up the you that he loves and adores so much.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he absolutely adores giving you massages! he goes all out in setting the perfect mood, dimming the lights and oiling you up just right before he works on all your tense muscles and turning them into putty. he also enjoys every sweet praise that you sigh out for him — don’t tell anyone, but his face will warm up and he’ll whisper quiet ‘thank you’s against your skin as he presses little kisses down your back and thighs

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s always incredibly skilled with his fingers and knows just how to touch you. while his lips are sucking on your nipples, his ring and middle finger gently work their way into your cunt, spreading your lips and delving deep inside you in the places he knows will make your back arch and for you to moan his name while you tug his hair. he absolutely loves the way your thighs quiver and how breathless he renders you each and every time.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s always so careful and precise and loves to take his time just watching you fall apart on his hands alone. it’s a struggle with himself for wanting to lean back and admire the way your body contorts beneath him when he finally slides his cock into you — getting to watch the way your eyes clench and your mouth gapes open on swears of his name, or being close to you as humanly possible, feeling your skin burning against his as your teeth sink into his neck, bruising with each melodious moan you gift him while your pussy clenches tightly around him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and tobio’s always so incredibly gentle in the way he makes love to you. he always so attentive to you, being careful when he brushes your sweat-slicked hair from your brows and massaging your hips while your legs trap him closer. he’s addicted to the way your black manicured nails dig into the flesh of his back, leaving the very marks of your soul to manifest in red lines that he always admires for the following days.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when tobio fucks you, he makes love to you in every sense of the word. always whispers in your ear with pretty groans of your name, “you look so beautiful, char… so fucking beautiful, so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i think he’s most definitely the type to make you cum time and time again. he makes you promise to tell him each time you’re close, and uses his fingers and tongue to make you cream all over his face, until your thighs are squeezing around his head and your entire body is trembling with the force of your orgasms.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 always, your pleasure comes before his. and always, he wants to make you forget even the taste of your own name, until all that’s left of you is the cries and moans that you give to him, as sweet as summer’s sun.

mamba celebrates 100 followers — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

[diovstheworld]

La Squadra and Karaoke Night

thank you so much for 100 followers! <3 have this piece of nonsense i wrote at 2am this morning lmaoooo

୨ ╭ ୨୧ ✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・₊ˎ✧๑

ice ice baby is formaggio and illuso’s song for sure lmaooo imagine them bouncing between each other for different lines of the song. they’d be so into it too

also the new style by the beastie boys. i can imagine them going back and forth between them to do different lines of the song

prosciutto probably needs a lot of wine before he starts to get involved in karaoke

but once he’s loosened up he probably will be singing some song by lady gaga

melone is probably going to join in with him on that to be honest. they probably know the dance routines and everything and once proscuitto has a few drinks he’ll get into the swing of it

i can also see proscuitto belting out smells like teen spirit by nirvana (bc i headcanon him being a nirvana fan lmao)

risotto is another one who probably who needs a drink or two before he loosens up enough to sing on stage

i can imagine him belting out numb or in the end by linkin park as his song of choice. or welcome to the black parade or famous last words by my chemical romance. maybe enter sandman by metallica if he’s feeling it

and once he starts he definitely really into it for sure. he’s very passionate, especially if it’s famous last words he chooses to sing (me too risotto)

i feel like pesci would be pretty shy to do karaoke on his own so he’s normally dragged up by illuso and formaggio to sing with them

i think they would definitely make sure it was a song pesci likes even if they don’t like it themselves

probably end up doing some songs from high school musical at some point

and at some point during their performance with pesci they forget he’s standing there and have their own little rendition of breaking free

it’s probably awful on formaggio’s part, i feel like he’s not the best of singers when he has a lot of alcohol

i think illuso would be good at singing, sober or not so his renditions of the songs are probably fine lmao

prosciutto and risotto are also good singers sober or not! but they don’t show it unless they have a drink or two in them

sorbet and gelato are for sure singing together

they would probably do some cute couple songs

formaggio and illuso probably boo them jokingly when they’re being all cute and mushy

that definitely won’t stop them from being soft and mushy though lmao

[mrsbsmooth]

omg just saw your reblog of the chocolate orange. have you never had one before?? are they not in Australia?? I'm in awe

I have had a chocolate orange flavoured gelato, like a special flavour at a Gelateria but I’ve never seen a whole chocolate orange before ��😂😂 I was saying in the discord I assumed it was just a big ball like a big round creme egg but with orange in the middle???? Which sounded like a lot of sweets for one serving but whatever no judgement.

We DO have them here they’re just not common, like they’re in the “international foods” section with the maynards wine gums and the marmite 😂😂😂

I’ve already added one to my grocery cart, will report back once I’ve tried one.

[inkofamethyst]

July 2, 2023

!!! Song of the Summer !!! On a Journey by Theresa Ambat (I’m in love with the vocals, I’m in love with the instrumentation, I’m in love with the production, I’m in love with the themes and lyrics, and that Night Vale episode’s weather (222 (which is my birthday which is kinda wild)) was so unbelievably timely for this mental space that I’m in right now (bonus: You Sure Are Something by Theresa Ambat has also been a favorite these past couple of weeks, got me kickin my legs like a romantic fr))

Rules for a good gelato place (as I learned from the best):

must not be piled high like a mountain in the tin!!!  that means there’s air in it.  the person must scoop downward into the gelato tin where the gelato is level or below the rim

several flavors available!!!  this probably means they know their stuff and aren’t just some random sweets place that decided one day to sell four or five flavors of gelato to attract a few more customers

non dairy in the fruit flavors!!!  fruit flavors should have no milk, just ask if they do and walk out if the person behind the counter admits to the crime

mostly muted colors!!! pistachio should be greenish-brown, not bright green.  brighter colors means they’ve likely added coloring artificially (though some of the fruit flavors like berry and mango tend to be brighter)

You know, I’ve never really put thought into decorating a room before.  Like, in both my childhood homes, I had purple walls but nothing hung on them.  I mean I have a dresser-vanity and some whiteboards, and I used to have a fishtank and for a short time some butterflies pasted around the place, but literally no decor of my own choosing.  When I moved into my dorm freshman year, I got some canvas prints from amazon and went with a gray/mint theme, and it was cute and pretty and looked like a lot of the other dorm pictures I’d seen online, but it wasn’t really me, if you know what I mean.  I remember a few months (a year?) into living in my apartment when I put up my red starfleet academy banner and stared at it for an hour in awe of how amazing it made me feel.  It remained my only piece of decoration for the entirety of the time I lived there.  I don’t want live like that in my next place, but I do want to expound on that energy.  

I have ~ideas~ both for common and personal spaces.  In common spaces, I know I want to have a fake bouquet on the table.  Maybe switching them out occasionally.  In my room, I think I want to go for a very specific theme: “starfleet ensign whose ship crashed on a presently uninhabited class-m planet several years prior and whose crew has been living off the land and uncovering the buried civilization that existed there eons before they were marooned” or “Explorer Vibes plus my star trek banner lol”.  I just.. Rachel Maksy said in a video once that she likes to tell stories with her outfits, and I sort of want to try that with my room.  I really love the “mosscore” and academic looks, with scientific drawings on aged paper, maps, vines and wisteria, knicknacks.. but I kind of want to make it my own, where if someone were to look closely they’d see all the treky things and it’d just be a little whimsical, like me.  I just want to make my room into a space that I love.

Oh my god wait it’s space academia is what it is.

Anyway I’ve started filling up a new pinterest board and while it’s a bit of a mess I’m kind of in love with it.  Now, as I’ve been going through this thought exercise, I get this pervasive thought about how there’s no permanent sense of self and for that reason it’s foolish to try to chase the whims of my own style which may change with the next passing fad.  But.  I look back on the years when I was obsessed with my galaxy jeans, and I’m happy for that Nina, even if she’s not me anymore.  And I think maintaining that outlook is better than expecting to shame my current self in the future for doing something that’s with or against the grain.  So as someone with not much money, I think I’m going to look into getting furniture pieces that are stylistically modular, at first, which I could add a covering to (or make a covering for?  hm..) to match my most recent whim.  Like getting a black saucer chair but crocheting a green granny square blanket to cover it, like otherworldly moss (to fit in with the ~bedroom story~).

So last thing, I’ve been on a bit of a mild movie binge these past few days.  Shazam 1 and 2 were alright, nothing too terribly innovative for the genre, but I really did love the diversity all around.  Airplane 1 and 2 were literally hilarious.  I don’t know what kind of genre it is exactly, but they made me laugh and giggle aloud so many times, I mean the wordplay and physical humor were golden.  Superman: Red Son was an unexpectedly good WB DC Animated Movie.  It interesting all the way through, Travis Willingham made an appearance, the animation style/character design was good... honestly it had the intrigue and impactful climax I was looking for but found lacking in the Injustice: Gods Among Us movie.  Now, I fully recognize that there was a pretty pro-American lean to it disguised under those pro-communism plot points, but I’ll let it slide.

Today I’m thankful for graduation gifts.

[gaygayaurel]

Introduction and notes

Important: I really do not like social media but I want a place to post my art. This is perfect except for nsfw (which, I guess I'll make pixiv). Hence, I am really sorry I do not follow back or post other stuff, but social media made my mental health plummet so I am careful about it. Deeply sorry.

I am Aurel, I am 25, I do not like talking too much. My special interest for like 3 years now are gay people who were imo written badly but I still hyperfixated on them for some reason and basically rewrote them. Sorry about that. Anyway yea, Bruabba is like THE thing I draw. I also care deeply about Leone Abbacchio and he is very relatable character to me because a) drawing him made me start using he/him exclusively and realise I may be a trans guy. b) his mistake in career choice, absolute misery and even potential alcoholism mirror my own circumstances c) hes hot.

La Squadra are also very important to me, because I like undefined characters I can sketch out. I have my own Sorbet and Gelato who I may post about hehe.

My media enjoyment RAM is very limited so I do not really, enjoy media on my own but my other interests include:

Baldur's Gate, old games I will randomly play, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Jojo part 3 and 4, Adventure Time and others I am forgetting. Usually I feel like I never interacted with a media until I do, and there are some media I encountered that are important, get logged into my brain and are important but I do not want to keep working with them in fandom manner so to say (Chainsaw man, some horror movies and most adult media I encounter fall here). I will post art and a lot of it will be VA but sometimes I will get idea for my other temp interests and draw these. Also I ocassionally post rants to self-cleanse and I tend to delete them soon if I DONT forget.

As for things I dont enjoy other than obvious I maybe like like. Two. F/M pairings out there (MSR). I dont like minors/adult in any circumstance and these days I dont even enjoy teen ships other than maybe saying awe cute.

I am bad at drawing but other than that, I want to learn photography and sewing. So maybe something related to that I will post here.

Currently interacting with: Witcher books and show (I gave up on witcher 2 holy fuck that game is bad),twink peaks, xfiles idk what else i can start rn

My focus is on pixel art as its easiest to do art for me.

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Haruno Shinobana Giorno Giovanna

Series: Jojo's Bizarre Adventures

Continuity: Anime

Age: 15 - 25

Height: 5'8"

Birthday: April 16th 1985

Birthplace: Japan

Orientation: Homosexual

Species: Human / Stand user

Occupation: Mafia leader

Father: Jonathan Joestar Dio Brando

Mother: Unnamed woman

Sibling(s): Donatello Versus, Rykiel and Ungalo. Possible dozens of other unnamed brothers or sisters.

Stand: Golden Experience

Bio:

Giorno's childhood was filled with unhappiness and loneliness. His mother often neglected him from birth, even once leaving him alone in his crib for hours on end while she went to go party. It was a miracle he made it to four years old from how irresponsible his mother was, but she seemed to change when she remarried a man with the last name of Giovanna. Though by change, it simply meant she was at least home a lot more. His mother viewed him as an annoyance and a burden she had to take care of.

Giorno's stepfather was extremely abusive towards him, both mentally and physically. The abuse he suffered was so awful that by the time he was seven years old, he was as cold and heartless as a mafia boss. Yet his views changed when he decided to save the life of an injured gangster on a whim. Just for saving his life, the unnamed gangster protected Giorno from the shadows. He threatened his stepfather to stop beating him, told all the gelato shops to give him extra scoops and even paid kids to be his friend. This experience taught Giorno that there were good people in the world, which lead to him being confident and social with others.

Although many encouraged Giorno to become a soccer player or a biologist due to his immense studying in it, he chose a different path. He wanted to become a gangster but not just any, he was aiming straight for the top of mafia boss. One thing Giorno was, is observant of his surroundings. He sees gangsters dealing drugs to children in the streets of Rome, and he couldn't stand the sight. When he has a goal, he will never lose sight of that goal even if it costs him everything. For that, Giorno wanted to be a mafia boss to end drug and human trafficing in Italy. Though mostly, he saw it was something that mysterious gangster who's name he never knew seemed to have the same morals about it. Funny thing was that Giorno never did see that man again around the age of twelve.

Through cold blooded murder from the shadows with his stand, Golden Experience, he was able to meet Bruno Bucciarati and his team as Bruno himself had dreams of rising to Capo and later boss in hopes of also ending drugs in Italy. While it is a wonder how Giorno has his stand without an arrow, he had gotten deathly ill when he was two years old, but doctors assumed it was because of the incident where his mother had the window wide open next to his bed in the middle of December. From the age of five, Giorno started to notice that he could feel life around him. He could feel when something had a heartbeat and even the life in grass. Perhaps his stand was a manifestation of his desire for something warm from such a cold childhood. Though the name came from his favorite album by Prince, a musician Giorno genuinely admires. Though not his favorite, he did enjoy his music.

It took a week of absolute insanity, including the deaths of people he genuinely grew to see as the family he wished he had as a child, but Giorno dream was acheived. Though not without regret, for he will forever carry the weight of knowing that people he genuinely cared about died because he wasn't there to save them or that his ability to heal simply didn't work in that moment.

Giorno is a complex person, mostly. He is a absolute terrifying mafia boss to cross. He holds back no mercy for anyone who dares try to go against his orders, absolutely ruthless and cruel to anyone who dares try to say they wish for the previous boss, Diavolo, to come back. Neither does he tolerate ill speaking of his friends who died so horribly.

While he is ruthless, cold and even cruel when he has to be - Giorno is still only fifteen. Around others, he pretends to be extremely charismatic and witty, but the truth is that he's actually painfully shy and even socially awkward on the inside. Yet first and foremost, Giorno is a wonderfully kind man. He will protect anyone who is innocent and with a good heart, even if he doesn't know them personally. He's also highly intelligent in biology, flora, fauna and social observation.

Though by 2011, he grows more into that kindness while being an absolute terror in the mafia. Yet he hears about all this family he never knew apprently. All Giorno ever knew of his biological father was a single polarloid his mother had of him. Even then, it was only his back where he had that same birthmark Giorno has.

He's curious about his extended family, especially his siblings. As Dio Brando slept with multiple women, Giorno has several brothers and sisters he didn't know about that he would quite like to meet and apprently a great great niece who was in prison. Yet they're all in America, while Giorno usually has to stay in Italy. Still, a little travel never hurt.

When he's in his mid twenties, Giorno is the same for the most part. He truly has come into his own as the perfect mafia boss with the heart of gold.

As for his past life, Giorno was originally named Haruno. He decided to change his name to Giorno as he got older to better reflect his new life as an Italian man. He refuses to ever have anyone call him by Haruno ever again, he views it as the name of a child with a horrible life that doesn't want to think about. He's Giorno Giovanna, a man with a dream and he worked hard to acheive it.

Giorno's stand is Golden Experience Requiem, previously known as Golden Experience. It's a close-range stand that can create life and organs out of any object. While yes, it can bring someone back from the brink of death by repairing their damaged organs and rid their body of disease, he can't bring someone entirely back from the dead. He can force it if he's desperate enough, but they end up as sort of a zombie and their body slowly breaks down until there's nothing left of them. He can also accelerate life in anything to a point where he can envoke so much life in a person that their sense of pain is delayed until Giorno is done punching them with his stands highly presise punches where it all comes rushing in at once in encruciating agony. His specialty though is enbuing life in plants where he can make a seed into a tree in a matter of minutes.

As Golden Experience Requiem, he has two new abilities. One is to reset time. If anyone tries to attack him or anyone he knows, it will automatically reset the attack and rewinding any damage done. He can also nullify the ability of any stand, including being able to move freely when Jotaro and Dio stop time and possibly stopping Made In Heaven. Not only can he reset time, he can send someone into a time loop where they are killed over and over again in different timelines and universes. This ability cannot be stopped or avoided and only Giorno has the power to stop the loop. He named his stand after an album by the musician Prince, his favorite music artist.

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 6: SC Preview Friday

I left work early today so I could attend more of Supreme Court Preview, but also still stop out for my usual Friday coffee drink. At 2:30 it was so packed. Well, more packed than at 4:30 anyway. I got some extremely good pistachio gelato and wrote up some notes about stuff I want to write (not much useful but that's okay) and watched the set up for AOFTA. It does look really good. I am less worried about forcing myself to actually get up and go. Also I think B is going to go with me, or meet me there, and like... I did invite him because I thought he might have fun. I like spending time with him, and the plan to meet works as an accountability measure. He also can't come till later so I can spend a while there just by myself. But a part of me is like... I don't really need/want company to look at the art. But, again, he can't come till the afternoon, it's still my plan to come at 10.... it'll be fine. Best of both worlds.

Anyway, then I got home and logged into the preview. There was some of the moot court still going on but I don't usually care about that as much, not even gonna lie. I caught only the tiniest bit because I was having zoom issues. (They were having zoom issues too... the screen kept flashing with the photograph of our AV guy, as if he had taken over the mic, even though the sound was the same... oh, it was funny but also really annoying but also funny but also awful.) I did hear the verdict and the dissent sort of annoyed me in that terminally-law-brained way (people don't like domestic abusers so maybe they need guns to protect themselves like ok??? or stop abusing your loved ones??????? ?????).

So then there was the panel that I was actually interested in. I always, like... I follow along but I was also browsing tumblr at the time, mostly because I couldn't watch the screen with that face constantly flashing on it lol, and I'm really just tuning in for fun. So I do miss a lot. A lot goes over my head because I don't follow the Supreme Court professionally and it really is, like, a basic knowledge of the specifics of the issues is assumed. So while I'm watching I always feel a bit overwhelmed and like I'm not really understanding anything as I try to keep up--but don't try that hard--but then after I pretty much only remember the parts I did understand. So I enjoyed it. Melissa Murray was so good, just not speaking around anything, naming names, calling out specifics. Even getting into it a little with Erin Murphy, like a decent amount for a very aggressively collegial event. She kept taking the position that the stories about the Supreme Court's ethics were overblown, which is certainly an interesting take and one I could almost accept if there were also a defense of the behavior in there and hmm when we name names and talk details that's awfully hard to do, isn't it?

There was also some interesting talk about the different factions, if it was really 6-3 or 3-3-3 (again with Melissa Murray just saying it straight out: it's a radical Court and as a result the standard for rightward movement is itself skewed), the relationship between Justices Thomas and Jackson, and also discussion about the Court's image and so on. The interesting thing about SC Preview is that everyone kinda by definition is establishment. There are some reporters and professors but a lot of the panelists are or were advocates in front of the Court, or are judges, and so they have, I guess, if not a blind spot a... a long-time immersion in this world, this type of thinking--it's the professional side, not the results oriented, we-all-have-to-live-in-the-world-the-Court-makes side, if that makes sense. Like yes your argument is logically sound but stop trying to convince me that deranged behavior is normal. Stop making these 'well technically....' arguments. The Preview is as non-partisan as something so intensely partisan can be but I am of course talking about Republicans specifically here because *I* am not non-partisan. That's why I appreciated Melissa Murray saying things outright like 'this is a radical Court' because it is and we do need to say it!

Tomorrow the panels start at 9am and go to 4:30 and they are broadcasting one of the breakout panels, so it's basically non-stop except for lunch. That's a lot of Supreme Court! But I think it will be fun. I'll be tired by the end but maybe able to accomplish a few things? That would sure be nice.

[dvarapala]

“ i will just stay home, eat lots of gelato, &. write about how true love is nothing but a myth. ”

xoxo gossip girl // @fintastica

"aw, goona, no---"

udyati pouts. that's actually so sad. well, the part about true love being nothing but a myth. the gelato part? that's not really sad. udyati could go for something sweet, herself.

"---is this because of gil? honestly, you could do so much better. actually, that reminds me of my best fairy friend forever and ever and always. her name is allie fleur. she's got the biggest heart ever but that heart of hers, it doesn't always lead her to the right people. which kinda sucks because she, like you, deserves the very best of the best. and, really, true love is out there. it's no myth. i've seen it. felt it, too."