#but shh this aint about him

[spaghoffee]

Tiny trad art doodle dump!! I draw Victor when I can't sleep!!! Lol!!! Save me Victor Stardew Valley Expanded!!!!

Should I just post stuff like these more often /genq lol cause I have a whole bunch more to show

[lucimaaie]

dream girl ✧.* spiderwoman au

pairings - ellie williams x fem!reader

summary - the universe is determined to put you and ellie together, nevermind her fear.

warning - i wrote this in sept and was kind of watching good trouble at the time so that's why r has like backstory, random ass side characters, and stuff, I dunno what I was on when I wrote this so just run with it y'all, i made this long for no reason (shh 3k is a lot to me), it also occurred to me that im not good at slow burn so this aint that even if it is an attempt

also credit to @sister-lucifer for the dividers

playlist | spidey masterlist

You'd been missing from class a few times after Ellie saved you. She thought about visiting your house, but that was too creepy. Creepier than drawing you. Checking in with your dad was an option up until she realized they’d only recently formed a truce. Finally, she landed on a coffee.

The plan still had flaws: Ellie hated coffee herself and yet she knew your exact order from overhearing it. It was super-hearing’s fault not hers. She’d do it anyway, and add a cute drawing of you. It was normal, right?

Ellie bounced her knee as she watched you walk into class and slip into the front desk. Jesse sat next to her. Did she forget to erase her initials? She was supposed to do that.

“Talk to dream girl yet?”

“Shut it.” She opened her notebook. “And she’s not my dream girl.” She had dreamed of you once and Jesse wouldn’t let her forget about it.

“You don’t gotta lie to me.”

She didn’t have to look at him to imagine the grin on his face. “One day, when you least expect it. I swear.” She shook her head as she went back to watching you.

Ellie was like a deer in headlights when you looked back at her, holding up the coffee cup with a smile. “Thank you.” You mouthed.

She gave a nod, hoping her smile came off nonchalant. “Fuck.” She mumbled as you looked away. She did not erase her initials.

Ellie felt like a coward for not sticking around after class. Especially when it was in an attempt to avoid you. Dick move, but cut her some slack. She expected anonymity.

All this to say she wasn’t expecting a coffee cup on her desk the next day. Someone was about to be very disappointed, she thought as she sat down. She shrugged off Jesse's remark about her having a secret admirer. “Boo.” She whispered-yelled at him.

She cringed right before the liquid hit her tongue. She hissed at the burning sensation before preparing herself to take a second sip. It wasn’t coffee, it was some kind of tea. Sweet too. She sat back to look at the wrapper around the cup, which she could’ve done first thing and avoid the possibility of being roofied by a serial killer, but least she was now.

‘I didn’t know what you like but I know you never drink coffee. thank you for last week!’ There it was: Message and initials in that pretty handwriting she’d seen when she reluctantly asked to borrow notes. Ellie’s eyes flicked up to you, surprised to see you looking right back. She raised her brows, not knowing what to do as you smiled at her. Maybe smile back you idiot! She let a natural a smile as she could grace her face as she mouthed a thanks.

The absence of your eyes allowed her to revel in what just happened. That was until she could feel Jesse glaring at her. “Don’t even.” She mumbled into her hands. “But you saw that too?”

“It’s almost like I've been telling you she might, probably does, like you back.”

“She doesn’t. She’s just being nice.” Ellie took another sip. Her eyes lingered on the note as she pulled out her notebook. It wasn’t lost on her how obsessed she looked if you were to flip through her notes. Lucky for her, you never asked. “I'm not gonna read into it. At all.” Safer that way.

“Won’t have to if you make something happen for real this time.”

“Let’s talk about your love life for once.”

“Alive and well, thank you very much.”

“What? That’s all I get?” Ellie scoffed. “You stick your nose into mine all the time!”

“We’re not talking about me.” Jesse sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. She huffed, flipping to a new page as her eyes traveled from him to you. You were as oblivious to your effect on her as always.

Ellie had dozed off. She was nudged into consciousness by Jesse. As much as she wanted to grumble and go right back into dreamland, she could see how much she missed just by the sheer number of words on the board. Tiny, tiny words.

The words coming out of the professor's mouth were pure gibberish as her sleepy senses zeroed in on you. "Ow!" Another nudge from Jesse, telling her to pay attention to anything other than you for once.

It took all of three seconds for her to hear the two words she dreaded: Group project. What normal person would be excited to do a presentation over economics? The better question was what normal professor thought she wanted to do that, but she leaned forward as she listened for the pairs.

She froze as she heard her name and yours in the same sentence. As a pair, doing the project together.. Ellie swung her bag over her shoulder as she pretended to search for where you sat. She was careful not to bump into anything as she settled into the newly vacant spot next to you.

"Hi," You said in that kind voice she'd always managed to pick out above all other noise any time she heard it.

"Hey," Ellie dropped her backpack. "Ellie, back row." She inwardly cringed at the words left her mouth. She didn't need to introduce herself; You'd known her enough about her to get her a drink, which made her hope that meant you were looking at her as long as she'd been looking at you. Or not, in the event that she did something humiliating she didn’t remember.

"I know your name." you smiled. "Did you like it?” She glanced down at your hand pointing to the cup in her hand. "I didn't know what you like and not everyone likes coffee so.."

"Oh, yeah. I..don't usually drink tea, but you surprised me." She tapped her fingers against the cup as you rested your head in your hand, eyes attentive though she was saying nothing important. "How are you feeling? After the..thing a few days ago."

"You know about that? I’m okay, it was just a few bruises and soreness."

"Uh, I listen to a podcast. Better than the news, less boring. I'm..I'm glad you're okay." She tucked her hair behind her ear as she glanced at the blank space of the table.

"So, after we pick a topic, I was thinking we could head to the library and keep working after class." Her eyes drifted back to you, taking in the way you shifted into a certain level of focus she lacked at the moment. That was something she always admired about you. "Unless, you have work or something more important."

"Oh, no! I'm free, not busy at all." Stop talking.

"Great!" You said with a friendly smile. "Wanna go?"

"Yeah, we can go."

Once you got to the library it had finally set in to Ellie that she had to behave with some degree of normalcy. It’d be embarrassing if she made it any more obvious how much a crush she had  you. 

“Oh, I forgot to ask you about your number.” You picked up your phone and went to the contacts, pressing new contact. “Just in case you or I can’t make it, stuff like that.” Ellie’s hand was gentle in taking your phone and typing in her number, afraid the sweat on her hands would blur the text on the screen. 

“I should be able to make it.” She said, needing something to do besides nod at your every word like an idiot.  

“Great.” You flashed her another friendly smile. 

Time had gone by relatively slow. Few words were exchanged as you worked on a shared template, putting in information neither of you cared for. Eventually, your computers were pushed aside in boredom.  

“I can’t read any more about supply and demand or my brain’s gonna implode.” Ellie rubbed her eyes. She was starting to wish she enjoyed coffee so she could reap the benefits.  

“Thank god, I’m not the only one.” You shut your computer abruptly with force. Ellie did the same with care not to destroy the thing. “I hate this class and the professor. He doesn’t teach, like, at all and then expects twenty slide presentations.” You rambled, dropping the sweetness she had come to know you for. Ellie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, it’s..the caffeine or something.” 

“I’ll bet. Your go-to has a million pumps of caramel syrup in it coupled with an extra shot, just so you can still taste the coffee.” Tiredness had wore down Ellie’s usual anxiety. She hadn’t even noticed she teased you until your face morphed into shock at being called out. 

“I didn’t know you noticed that, but then again you were so nice to save me six dollars.”  

“Outrageous price, by the way.” 

“That tea you liked so much this morning was the same price so,” 

“Welp,” Ellie threw her hands up. You both shared a laugh.  

“Let’s get out of here.” You said suddenly, crossing your arms just to lean forward. “I can’t stand the quiet anymore or this pointless project.” Ellie knew what you meant but that didn’t stop her mind from going to different places.

Stop it, you idiot!  “Agreed”  

Ellie had managed to pull her weight despite inwardly panicking around you. It didn’t help when you looked at her the way you did.

The workload was getting lighter and left more time for you to get off topic and talk about anything that came to your minds. Ellie couldn't pinpoint the moment she'd transition from not believing you were talking to her to not wanting to stop. Probably somewhere around the you exchanged numbers for the sake of project neither of you were worried much about.

She was satisfied, or rather she'd tried to convince herself she was, with just texting back and forth as friends. She decided she'd shove her feelings deep down, eliminating the worry of ruining your newfound friendship or putting you in danger. Ellie was okay as the friend, as long as she was close to you.

Ellie leaned against the rough brick wall of your apartment building a she waited for you come out. The soft material on the inside of her jacket gave her enough of a distraction until she heard the screech of the door. “Hey,” A smiled immediately appeared on her face as she took in how you drowned in your adorably festive sweater.

“Okay, before you come in, I wanna let you know my friends are weird. They don’t know boundaries but I promise they're really nice—“

“You were serious about the communal living thing?”

“Ellie!”

“I’m just asking!”

“C’mon, you.” Ellie’s heart jumped as you shamelessly laced your fingers with hers, dragged her along into the rustic building. Her wandering eyes were something like a kid in toy store, instead of an overly decorated lobby. The decorations were gaudy but homey, nonetheless.

She became self-conscious that her hands were becoming clammy as you continued to hold her hand, squeezing it every once in a while. “Just remember, they’re trying their best to be normal.”

“And..what’s not normal?”

“Jan bringing in random rescues, V keeping us up because she’s ‘running her lines’, Jade never leaving her room except to tell us our rent is due, and Winn never not having a friend over, but he's having a midlife crisis so." You shrugged. "Pretty normal stuff.”

“And you all share a bathroom..and stuff?”

“It’s the best I could get.” You said sheepishly as the elevator opened. She could immediately see what you were talking about the moment you started to struggle with the stubborn elevator gate. Her hand was soft in grabbing your wrist. "I got it."

“You clearly haven’t seen my shitbox I call an apartment. This is fine.” She remarked as she opened the rusted gates without much effort. Her eyes landed on even more Christmas decorations.

“If you’ll let me work my magic, it won’t be a shitbox.” You looped your arm around hers.

“You will never look at me the same. I'm serious. It's a disaster. A dumpster fire, really." It became easier to put down the worth of her apartment as she saw how filled out your building was just from the hallway. Even the scattered belongings had a way of telling anyone who came in that everyone who lived there was proud to. She couldn't lie, the closer you got to the dining room, that too you shared of course, she was sweating bullets. That's what it felt like at least.

"I can handle a dumpster fire."

Ellie's head turned back to you, eyes softening at the sincerely at your words. You were not making this any easier on her. She could wait out a crush. If she hadn't known you these past few weeks, she would've forced herself to get over it, but that hadn't been the case. "Hey, before we go in, i wanna thank you for all..this. You didn't have to invite me."

"I wanted to." You said simply.

"Why?"

"I don't know. No one should have to spend the holidays alone. Definitely not you, especially you." You poked her shoulder.

"What's so special about me?" She mumbled. That was not supposed to come out.

"That a serious question?" It didn't make sense in her mind, your interest in her. Shad no time to formulate a response when a short blonde girl came in with a bowl in her hand and muffled words coming out of her mouth. "Guess that's our cue." You smiled, tugging on her hand.

"Why the hell are you eating straight cranberry sauce?" Your words were fuzzy to Ellie as you took the bowl from the girl's hand. She was too in her mind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

She was hugged by a few people, all of which had nothing in common but living in the same building. Sat down by an older man she could only assume was Winn and fed until she felt her stomach could pop. Given a lecture on method acting from jade.

There was a point where she ran into being questioned by a few of them. The quippy, confident version of her was nowhere to be seen then and replaced with a stammering, blanking mess. Fortunately, you covered for her.

Ellie stared at the city with a full belly, leaning back on the less than stable lawn chairs on the side of the rooftop pool. The heated debates behind her served as background noise to the glimmering light and commotion New York provided. She took a sip of her beer. Her head turned towards you in the doorframe.

"Overwhelmed yet?"

"I wouldn't say that." She said with feigned coyness, sitting up to see you better.

"I wouldn't be mad. Or blame you."

" They do have a weird sense of...hospitality?"

"Hospitality is a word." You smiled, amused as you looked up at nowhere at all.

"At least that's the word I landed on." She shrugged.

"Well, you obviously haven't even used the bathrooms yet." You looked down at her with that smile she loved seeing. You took a seat on the chair next to her.

"Why do you think I’ve been sipping everything?" Ellie’s eyes never left you as you laughed in unison. She could've swore your smile melted into something shy. You never seemed shy at all. Or you were damn good at hiding it.

"Hey." Ellie hummed in response. "I’ve got something for you."

Her brows raised as you brought out a little blue box from behind you. The ribbon was crooked but tied by you, she could tell. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to. I promise I don't do anything I don't want to. Now, take it. Please? For me." You held up the tiny box like a offering in your hands. Her eyes moved from your face to the small box.

"Alright, fine. You don't have to beg." She inspected the cute little ribbon before carefully undoing it.

"Damn near,"

"Oh shut it." She glared up at you as she took the top off the box. As she looked down, the attitude slipped off her face. It was a camera as tiny as the box decorated with little savage starlight stickers.

“It’s not much, but I know you’re artsy and I figured maybe photography would be a nice hobby.” You scooted to the edge of your chair. “Also, it might be nice to have pictures of our first date.”

Her head snapped up to look at you, biting your lip in anticipation. “You’re asking me on a date?”

“Only if you want to.”

“I do want to.”

“You do?”

“I’ve wanted to for a while. i didn’t think you noticed.” Ellie flipped the camera in her hands, running her fingers along the mini stickers of the superhero. She wanted so badly to be on that date right now, taking pictures of everything so the memory would always be fresh in her mind.

“How long’s a while?” Your voice was quiet against the howling of the cold air, but in a way it felt intimate how close and quiet you were. There was gleam in your eyes from the fairy lights surrounding the patio area.

“If I answer that, will you still wanna go on a date with me?" Her eyes were almost pleading as she looked back up at you.

"I asked." You leaned even closer, allowing Ellie’s eyes roamed your face under the dim light. When she realized she was caught staring, she averted her eyes as she pressed her lips into a barely contained smile.

The moment was once again interrupted by jade. The girl stood with an empty pot, asking you where it would go. Your shoulders slumped a degree before you went into the kitchen with the young girl. "You could've asked Winn, hun.”

Ellie took that as her cue to get going. She took a sip of the now warm beer and grabbed her gloves. Her eyes were glued to you as always as she made her way to the elevator.

Knowing you wouldn't let her leave without a goodbye, she leaned against the gate for no more than a minute. As expected, you came around the corner with a smile and a few plates in your hand. Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes landed on the stack of foiled plates. "You’re making me feel bad, y'know that?" She leaned her head on yours as you wrapped your arms around her.

"You can make it up to me on..saturday."

"Saturday?"

"That’s the day."

Ellie’s eyes widened, realizing you were serious. Some part of her thought you’d forget all about it a few days later and she’d look like the desperate one bringing it up. leave it to you to prove her assumptions wrong. "Got it." She was still dazed as you leaned up to kiss her cheek and close the gate for her. Her biting her lip couldn’t stop her from cheesing as the events of the night finally set in. She was doomed.

thank you for reading!

[southparktexts]

heyy!! how ya doin? can i request kyle, kenny and stanley (maybe +Craig?) headcannons with sick female reader? i'm just sick rn too, and need some stuff, yk.. 🤧

hii anon !! i hope you get better :( im not doing craig because i have 11 requests to go thru ;-;

Main 3 with sick F!Reader

stan ;

- okay, stans a sweetheart

- he will deffo come over as soon as you called

- definitely will show up with a bag of takeout

- fresh soup and a cup of tea

- he grabs a bowl, pours the soup

- he puts a tray on your lap with the soup and tea

- sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping his arm around you.

- he kisses your forehead as you eat.

“i told you not to go outside in the rain..”

“be a good and get better soon for me so we can go out again.”

- will hug you better and cuddle with you

- a lot of kisses and affection

- he’s not really an affectionate guy

- he only initiates it because being sick fucking sucks.

kyle ;

- he came over as soon as he fucking heard you cough

- his boyfriend senses is crazy??

- he doesn’t even bring food, HE COOKS IT.

- immediately puts you to rest

- you aint doing NOTHIN except resting

- hes like a mom ngl

- constantly checking your temperature.

- he’s forcing you to take medicine whether you like it or not

“god.. y/n this is why i told you not to go out!”

- scolds you but in a loving way

- i feel like if he’s over and you’re sick he’s either doing two things

- helping around the house

- cuddling you with your head in his chest and his hands on your head

- kissing your hair and reassuring you

“shh.. rest baby.. you need to get better.”

- he’s such a mama’s boy imo.

- raised well though :)

kenny ;

- if you get clingy when you’re sick… watch out.

- he loves when you’re sick

- he loves seeing you crave him, need him

- ..lowkey turns him on.

- i can see him coming over and just hugging you

- finding whatever medicine is in your cabinet

- telling you to take it

- if you choose not too he’s like ‘oh well’

- literally using this moment as a cuddle day

- your watching movies as you lay against him and he’s wrapping his arm around you.

- if he has enough he maybe might go and buy you some chocolates

- he doesn’t give a fuck about sickness..

- literally will kiss you and not care.

- if you fall asleep on him he will play with your hair.

- whispering little i love yous when your sleeping

“y/n.. i love you..”

“mmm..”

[lucysarah-c]

how do you think Levi will be with a s/o who has trauma due to sa? What will be he like when they're intimate, and how would he react if she has nightmares or sudden flashbacks and bad times when she thinks about it?

Btw I luv your blog, and the way you headcanon levi. Your arts are very pretty too!

Hi, sweetheart! Thank you so much for your kind words; they mean a lot to me <3 Hope you're doing great!

I think it's a delicate topic for many. The reaction and how each person wants or needs to be treated after such a difficult experience as sexual assault is very particular. I don't feel in a position to give names or anything, but some girls that I've met don't feel triggered by the sexual act per se but by something else that reminds them of the person who abused them, etc.

So I do believe that the journey to learn to cope with traumatic experiences and understand the new ways our brain can react after such events is extremely personal. As I've mentioned in previous answers, Levi is a better listener than he is a talker, so he will probably be glad to provide a place where she feels comfortable talking to him if she wants to. If it's too new and she doesn't feel safe, I think Levi is hyperaware of his surroundings. If he notices she feels unsafe, he will volunteer to do something or keep her company if she prefers it.

About sex, even though I write a lot of smut, I do believe Levi's sex drive is rather low, especially as a Captain. It's not that he doesn't like to have sex or doesn't enjoy it, but I don't think Levi is one of those guys who are into it 24/7 or constantly aroused, etc.

On the contrary, while certain things may get him more in the mood, I think he's rather laid-back about it. So if his partner needs time and comfort before she's ready again, then so be it. I can hardly imagine Levi being like "walking backwards like the exorcist's girl" just because he didn't get laid. Sure, maybe he wishes to do it more frequently or gets in the mood and knows she's not ready yet... so he'll deal with it like any human being does; he'll take care of himself and move on.

In particular, with Levi's history with his mother, the last thing this man wishes to do is "impose" his need for intimacy as if men can't control themselves. Levi can control himself; he's human, not a little beast. So he doesn't mind waiting.

Then, about taking action, I personally headcanon Levi as dominant and enjoying being in control, but if the situation calls for it, Levi would 100% be alright with her taking the lead in what she feels comfortable with, what she doesn't, how far they can go, etc. He may have other "kinks," but he would prioritize making her feel safe.

Regarding the comforting part, I think that's the hardest for Levi because he's not naturally good at it. Nevertheless, he will try his best to provide comfort. Levi would probably try to help calm her down as best he can, offering some tea, perhaps a quiet environment, staying by her side if she needs to feel protected, and most likely listening—he will listen to his partner talk about the same topic 50 times if she needs to vent. In my view, Levi and Levi's love are like a solid cliff; no matter how fiercely the sea roars and crashes against it, he won't falter. This man is a pillar; good luck trying to make him crumble.

I can picture him holding her in his arms after a particularly rough night, his calloused hands gently running through her hair, rocking her slowly, and saying, "Shh, it's alright. Everything is alright, I'm here. Nobody can hurt you when I'm here."

Levi has his personal fears of not being able to protect her as much as promises, but there's no time for him to show his doubts. Perhaps he'll try to lighten the mood a little when she seems calmer, saying, "Nobody messes up with me, aint that true? ...Well, maybe you. I always let you get on my last nerve, you're lucky that I adore you."

Hope that's good enough T-T I feel like on certain topics, I'll never be able to do them justice because they are very tricky scenarios. That's why I have a personal rule in my writing not to delve into PTSD and sexual assault because I personally think those are much more serious and tricky subjects. I feel like sometimes on social media or in fanfiction, they can be heavily romanticized, and I don't think that's something we should romanticize. But that's just my personal opinion and why I avoid writing about those topics.

[redrum-alice]

Another ABAcelsus Highschool AU stuff because I need dopamine...

ABA was homeschooled before attending to actual school- the main reason why she had hard time fitting in.

ABA suffered severe anemia in her entire childhood, so she wasn't able to play outside. She spent her time indoors, entertaining herself with books for learning or video games while her foster father took care of her (he's a pharmacist).

The genre of games she played were adventure games and fantasy because she wishes to venture outside. One of them being kingdom hearts and she had fantasize of owning a keyblade.

When it was time for her finally to go outside for the first time after a long treatment, she saw a tall boy with piercings and key necklace. It was as if a love at first sight.

Newly enrolled, she was surprised to see the same boy she saw at the park. She noticed how other people avoid him, but she saw this as an opportunity to approach him

Unbeknownst her, she became a target of bullying due to her antisocial behavior (complete with headphones and all). The last final straw that nearly made her quit school was that some students poured a cold water over her while she was in the stall. All her belongings, clothes and her beloved headphones were destroyed.

Paracelsus sees her shivering behind a bush, all drench and cowering. She had been humiliated. Para pitied her and gave her his jacket to warm herself up before going home. He may be creeped out by her, but he cant let the poor girl catch a cold.

ABA saw this kind gesture as a love language and ends up washing the jacket, planning to return it as soon as possible.

She ends up finding his address and invites herself over, thanks to Slayer (yes, he and his wife Sharon are Para's guardian in this AU. Shh). She waited and waited, until she fell asleep on his bed

Paracelsus came home to see the weird girl sleeping on his bed, clutching on his freshly cleaned jacket. He wanted to wake up the girl, but sighed in defeat and went to the living room to spend the night there.

That whole scenario was erased in Paracelsus' mind because he couldn't stop looking at her sleeping face. Whats worse was that there was a girl in his room-- he aint all about that-

Sharon told him to get a medicine from the pharmacy, but when he got there, he was yet again greeted by a sleeping ABA, guarding the pharmacy.

The boy is stuck between waking her up or leaving for another pharmacy bc he felt like he was going crazy whenever he encountered this weird girl 😭🔫

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Omg i have an idea can you do like Neteyam(ofc aged up) first time losing his virginity but he wildin like it aint his first time and he lasts even longer than the reader🛐🛐

Hi baby!! I don't write for canonically underage characters! Buttt I can do this prompt with Jake when he first had sex in his new Na'vi body!!!

It's not like Jake has never had sex before. He has. It's just been a very, very long time since. That, along with the fact that he's never done it while in his new Na'vi body, has him extremely nervous.

Your pretty eyes watch his face as you kiss your way down his torso, licking the valley between his abs before you kneel on the ground before him.

Jake lets out a thick breath as you kiss his cock through his loincloth, his body alight with excitement and anxiety.

“It's okay,” you reassure him, tracing your hands up his thighs slowly until you reach the string of his loincloth. “Just relax, baby,” you soothe, undoing his loincloth and tossing it aside.

Jake's chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, his mind hazed over by his lust.

You press a soft kiss to the thick tip of his cock, wrapping a hand around him and jerking him slowly, gouging his reaction.

“Fuck,” he hisses quietly, eyes fluttering shut, his head falling back.

You smile at yourself as you lick around the head, encouraging his cock to grow harder, precum dripping from the tip. You kiss his underside before licking your way down to his balls. He shudders, groaning, and the sound sends sparks to your cunt.

You take his cock into your mouth, allowing him to slip all the way down your throat, sinking deep into you, making you gag.

Jake gasps, eyes snapping open as he glances down at you. “I wanna be inside you,” he whimpers softly as you suck your cheeks in, making his cock jolt. “'nside your pussy, please.”

You release his cock from your mouth, your eyes on his. “Are you sure?” you ask him. “We don't have to rush things, baby.”

Jake insists, “Please, I need to be inside you.”

“Alright,” you allow, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the floor. You make him sit against a tree and you remove your loincloth before climbing on his lap. His eyes are wide with awe and dark with need. His hands find your hips, softly caressing your skin there, gently squeezing you as your align your wet cunt to his throbbing cock.

You place one of your hands on the nape of his neck, softly caressing him in silent reassurance, before you lower your hips to his, allowing his cock to slide into you.

You moan softly, his thick cock forcing you open, the engorged head pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck,” Jake gasps, hips jerking. “Fuck!”

You chuckle softly, quietly, as you say, “I know, love. I know.” You press your mouth to Jake's as you begin lifting your hips and then bringing them back down, his cock twitching inside of you.

Jake groans against you, his fingers digging into the skin of your ass, his body ablaze with pleasure he hasn't felt in years and that he's missed. He's needed the feel of a warm, tight cunt around him, needed to feel pussy juices dripping down to his balls, needed to fill someone up and make them cry out in pleasure. And he's fucking ecstatic about the fact that it's you. You, his first time as a Na'vi. You, showing him the ropes. You, allowing him to be inside your perfect body.

“Goddamn,” he grunts against your mouth when your cunt clenches around him. His hips jerk up to meet yours, and little breathless moans leave your mouth with every thrust.

“Shh, shh,” you coo, placing a hand on his chest. “It's okay, baby. Take your time. There's no reason to rush anything,” you assure him, kissing his jaw, licking his neck.

Oh, but Jake just wants to rut into you. He just wants to fuck you, make you shake and cry and scream for him. He wants to have you panting, sweating, weak from his cock.

Still, he lets you take control. He lets you slowly lift and lower your hips, allows you to fuck yourself on his cock. He just watches, his eyes on your face before they move lower, to your bouncing breasts that occasionally peek through the beads of your top, and then lower, to your pussy. He watches as his cock slips in and out of you, his shaft coated in your slick, your arousal smearing on his hips and his thighs. He can't look away from how your pussy stretches to take him, how your folds kiss his groin.

The sight sends butterflies up his spine, makes his cock jerk, and he groans. His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you up and then down with more speed, more force, the pleasure building within him like quick flames that threaten a wildfire.

“Jake!” you gasp, moaning, the sudden increase of pace taking you by surprise. “Fuck!”

Jake groans, your pussy tight around him, and a growl slips out of him. Something primal within him takes over, and he lifts you up, his cock slipping out of you, before he lays you on the ground and crawls on top of you.

You don't even get a chance to ask him what he's doing when he thrusts into you, his cock filling you all the way in, his balls slapping against your folds as he begins rutting into you.

You squeal, hands finding his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin. “Jake!” you gasp, wrapping a leg around his waist. “Jake, we're supposed to—ah! Supposed to take it slow,” you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, body trembling.

“I don't like it slow,” Jake says, the head of his cock bruising your cervix with each pound. “And judgin' by the look on your face, you don't, either.”

You whimper, cunt fluttering around him, dark edges beginning to form on the corners of your vision. You don't know where this came from, you don't understand how he's so good at it. Jake said it was his first time, swore he'd never done this before as a Na'vi, and yet, he's railing you down good. Real fucking good.

“Jake,” you moan, your cunt tight around him, your womb aching to have his seed inside. “You said-said you'd never—fuck!”

Jake chuckles. “I haven't done this before,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder before biting it, ensuring to leave a mark.

You want to ask how he's so good at it then, but the pleasure is dizzying. You can see stars as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and butterflies flutter in your lower stomach.

You arch your back as Jake's cock throbs, pressing against your g-spot and leaving you weak. “Please!” you moan, begging, the pleasure gathering within you in tight coils that threaten to burst from your womb. “Oh, please!”

Jake laughs. “Already?” he mocks. “Aren't you supposed to be the slut? Hm? Aren't you supposed to last longer than me?”

You whimper. “Don't-don't be fuckin' mean!” you plead. “Want t'come!”

“Want me to make you come, you mean,” he corrects, sneering.

“Yes!” you gasp, your body shaking under his, your pussy aching with your nearing orgasm. “Yes! Make me come! Jake, please!”

His thrusts are merciless, ferocious. He bruises your insides with each pound, makes you cry out, your breasts bouncing, your body weakened by his unforgiving strength.

“I'll make you come, girl,” he promises, biting your jaw. “I'll make you come nice and hard, yeah? Gonna coat my cock in that pretty cum of yours?”

“Yes!” you whimper, the pleasure almost too much, the sensation driving you to the brink of insanity. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Jake kisses you, sneaking his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours before he bites your lower lip.

Your orgasm is right on the surface, terrifyingly close, almost unbearable from the sheer force of it. And then it's exploding in you, making you gasp and cry out Jake's name, your cunt clamping down on him, your nails burying themselves into his shoulder blades, your entire body trembling violently.

“Fuck!” Jake groans as you come around him, your warm slick dripping all the way down. And then he's coming inside you, filling you with his sticky, thick load. You mewl at the sensation as Jake groans and gasps.

He slows his thrusts as he comes down from his high, and then he kisses your mouth softly, tenderly.

“You said it was your first time,” you say against his lips, still breathless from the rough, mind-blowing sex.

Jake chuckles lowly. “Maybe I'm just a natural, hm?”

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@kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise

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[odetodilfs]

okay okay i would love a drabble of the pedro boys getting fucked and overstimmed and crying i feel like there aint enough sub! pp characters written, thanks!

heres the req again!

Oooo I like this! I made 4 Dif characters that are pretty different from one another! Enjoy! male!reader and bondage mentioned, overstimulation (duh)

Javier Peña…

Javier would be so unused to being like this, submissive, legs open with your dick inside him, he’s already came but your cum soaked hand keeps rubbing on his sensitive cock. That's without talking about his extremely sensitive prostate.. his prostate is already sensitive normally so overstimulating it is the way to get him to cry as he tip-toes the line between pain and pleasure.

He keeps trying to fight back though.. he tries to prove to you that he's strong enough to take it but it only makes things worse for him. You're gonna try harder and harder for him to tumble down to your control, no matter how many hours you have to spend pounding away at his ass for it.

Marcus Moreno...

Marcus would be so keen to hold up for you, to try and take the pain of overstimulation. But it wouldn't be with the same motif as Javier, Marcus would try and do it for you because he loves you that much. Given to his tendency to comply, you praise him for taking the feeling, he's so overstimulated he can barely speak, and hearing "Shh, it's okay darling, you're doing so good" while your hand wipes his tears is so soothing to him.

His legs are wide open as he takes the overstimulation like such a good boy, resisting the urge to beg you to stop because he knows he doesn't really want you to stop. When you finally retreat from his hole once you cum inside him, he's completely breathless. You do feel some pity for him and kiss him passionately and all over his body, to reward him for doing so good.

Oberyn Martell...

Oberyn is a bit like Javier, but instead of fighting back by just taking it, he writhes and tries to get out of your grasp. He rarely ever gets treated like this, he's used to be the one doing the overstimulating.

He also weakly threatens you "If you don't stop..." but he can't do anything about it and he knows, his hands are tied and the power is all yours. He can do nothing but hope you have mercy on his ass.

Frankie Morales...

Frankie would try to be good for you, he'd really try to take it but he's writhing because the pain is almost to much for him, his prostate is getting brutally pounded and there's tears running down his cheeks, trying to be good for you, trying to give you what you want in return for being such a good lover.

And with the fact that Frankie's probably already pretty sensitive when you least expect it his ass clenches on your cock and he spills his seed all over himself once again while you hungrily lick off what got on his chest. You keep this up until you've came.

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Care For You.’’ -N.S

SUMMARY: after you and nick post you together, you feel like hes slowly drifting from you.

WARNINGS: thoughts of SH, depression, panic attack, angst

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS ANGST AHHHH

PAIRING: Nick sturniolo x masc reader (he/him.)

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As you scrolled through the comments on the new video you and nick made- your first one as a out couple- you couldn’t help but break into tears.

“hes using him fs”

“aint no way nick stooped that low💀”

“bro this makes me wanna throw up”

“theres no way nick actually likes him..”

you sobbed until you couldn’t breathe, forcing yourself to go through all of the comments. you squeezed your own arms, fighting the reoccurring urge to cut. of course nick helped, but you felt like he was drifting from you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you checked the time, and found out the boys would be home from recording soon, so you wiped your tears, and focused on your breathing, in hopes to even it out.

you calmed down just in time, because the boys busted through the door, all exclaiming, seeming to be in a good mood.

“hi nick,” you smiled at him, but he didnt even look at you.

“hi baby.” he said coldly. did he even care about you anymore..?

“nick..?” you called out, getting ignored. you stood up, and walked over towards him, and you wrapped your hands around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder, and he pulled away from you. “nick.” you said, more stern.

“what.?” he glared at you.

“don’t talk to me like that. we need to talk.” you snapped, walking to his room. concern flooded his face as he followed quickly behind you.

you walked into his room, and he shut the door behind you.

“baby, im sorry..” he started, but i quickly shut his apology down.

“so you even fucking care, nick? about me? about our relationship?” you looked at him, your eyes cold.

“w-what..?” he asked, taken aback by the sudden question. “of course i do! what kind of question was that?” he asks, a slight smile forming on his face.

“don’t smile, Nicolas. you’ve been cutting me out- as if i don’t even fucking exist. haven’t you? you of course don’t know though, because your oblivious! you’re oblivious to everything! tell me. tell me you love me, tell me you care.” you snapped.

“y/n. i love you. i care. i care about you. i care about you so fucking much. im so sorry if you feel like im cutting you out- im really not trying.. ive just.. i dont know. theres no excuses. im so so so fucking sorry..” he apologized, opening his arms for a hug.

you sighed, and looked at him, tears forming in both of your eyes.

“im so sorry..” your voice cracked as you pulled nick into a hug.

“shh.. its okay.. its not your fault… please don’t cry..” he hugged you tightly, pushing you onto his bed. “cuddle?” he asked, and you nodded, laying on top of the other males chest.

you both laid there in comfortable silence, until both of you feel into a deep slumber.

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[noxexistant]

Jack muttering" take me instead your not touching him."

Specs pulling splasher away to gently soothe him. And jack desperately yelling no scrambling in their direction.

Blink and skittery holding him. "Shhh Jackie we gotcha. Yer allright now. We aint gonna letcha go there again."

Jack not recognizing them crying silentky thinking he failed and his friends hearts breaking just holding him till he falls into a fitful sleep and eventually they do too though not before looking at each other desperately for way too long wondering what they can do

(based on this)

Jack’s pulled from sleep by a little hand shaking his shoulder. It’s gentle and tentative, accompanied by the sniffling of a kid about to burst into tears - and suddenly Jack is wide awake.

“Shh,” he hisses immediately, a knee-jerk reaction, as he hauls himself upright in his bunk and then over the side, bare feet hitting the floor silently but hard enough to make his shins sing. He always sleeps in a top bunk if there’s one going, there ain’t as many rats that can get up there, but that means if there’s a kid shaking him they must be stood on the lower bunk, which means they might wake those kids up, which means more noise and more trouble.

Sure enough, the kid - Splasher, Splasher - has his bare feet planted on the bunk below Jack, a mattress occupied by a sleeping body. He’s got one hand gripping Jack’s bunk to keep balance while the other - the one he’d used to wake Jack up - is wiping clumsily at the tears streaming down his face.

“Jack,” he whines.

“S’okay,” Jack whispers, scooping Splasher up under the arms and lifting him down to the ground, glancing cautiously to see if the body in the bunk is stirring but panicking too hard to really look. He then crouches in front of the kid, still holding him by either side of his ribs to keep him close and still. “S’okay. Alright? Calm down. You gotta calm down. You gotta be quiet.”

Splasher hiccups. It’s deafeningly loud to Jack’s ears, and he feels himself start to panic because the kid is starting to cry. His face screws up and he huddles closer to Jack, his one hand gripping tight at Jack’s shirt.

“Jack—“ he repeats, a sob this time.

“Shh!” Jack hisses again, maybe a little sharper than he’d meant to, but he doesn’t need any listening guards to hear his name and know it’s him. There could even be listening kids, the types who’ll snitch and tell the guards Jack was up making noise hours past lights out just to get him beat or at most get themselves an extra piece of bread next week, but that’s his second priority. His first is the kid, and getting the kid to be quiet.

“You gotta stop. You gotta stop, buddy - quiet, okay? Just—just—‘s’okay, just…”

His mind is blank. Splasher is sobbing, the loud crying of a kid that don’t know what’s coming, and Jack can’t let him find out. He can’t, he can’t, the kid’s only tiny, and he’s already crying, he’s shaking like he’s scared - and suddenly his eyes, all huge and full of tears, go behind Jack like there’s someone there, and Jack immediately knows there is. His stomach drops like a stone, like his chest caved in and fell there and left the space around his pounding heart chillingly empty, and he could throw up. He’s scared. But he ain’t scared, ‘cause Splasher’s scared, and he’ll take any beating like it don’t hurt at all to make sure a kid stays safe.

He wrenches Splasher behind him rough enough to make the kid shriek, and spins with the knowledge that maybe the first hit won’t hurt so bad if he acts like he was gunning for it.

“Was me!” he says, and it’s only then that he realises he’s breathless. He forces himself to keep speaking regardless, throat feeling like it’s closing. “Was me, I woke ‘im up, ‘s’my fault, please—“

Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him. Lord, Splasher ain’t even running, he’s still stood stock still right where Jack shoved him to, even though there’s someone coming right at him now—

“No!” Jack screams, as the person reaches out for Splasher and grabs him, and Splasher goes willingly, like he trusts the monster. He don’t know what’s coming. They ain’t being rough, they’re leading him away careful but firm with hands on his shoulders, but that gentleness don’t mean much. Often enough it means it’s gonna be worse, but there’s hands grabbing Jack too when he tries to go for Splasher. Arms winding around him to hold him back, even as he kicks and wrenches and fights.

“No!” he shouts again, desperate as Splasher gets further and further away. “He didn’t do nothin’! Don’t, don’t! You ain’t touchin’ him, take me, take—‘s’my fault—You ain’t fuckin’ hurtin’ him, please!”

Jack is pulled back helplessly into the chest behind him - smaller than any guard he’s ever seen before - and suddenly he’s sinking to the floor, knees buckling, entirely unable to get air into his lungs. They’re burning, searing, as hot as the burning in his eyes, and his ears are roaring like there’s a fire too. He can’t hear nothing, can’t feel nothing, can only see Splasher being dragged away - he was trusting Jack, he woke Jack up, he wanted Jack to protect him but Jack couldn’t even do that. He failed, the kid’s never gonna trust him again, never gonna trust no one again just like Jack can’t.

“Please,” he sobs. “I gotta—he’s jus’ a kid—‘s’my fault—“

He wrenches again against the hold on him, barely a useless little jerk against those arms bound way too tender around his waist and chest, wrapped around him like a hug, and maybe he’s insane but finally he can’t help but melt. Exhaustion and failure crash over him like a wave to finally drown him, and he’s left adrift, sobbing like a kid. Sobbing like Splasher did.

Blink feels like he can’t breathe either. There’s something visceral about watching Jack writhing and wheezing like this, something that makes his brain feel like maybe there really ain’t any air in the room, even though he’s talking so there must be. He don’t think Jack is hearing a word of it, but it’s worth it just to say it. To not feel quite as helpless as they is.

“Yer alright. Yer alright, Jackie, it ain’t real. You ain’t there. Jus’ a nightmare, fella. Splash ‘s’fine, he’s wit’ Specs, he’s safe. You’re fine.”

“He ain’t fine,” Skittery scoffs, venomous, almost as breathless as Jack is.

He’s still holding him tight, even though Jack ain’t fighting anymore. It looks more like a hug now, just holding instead of restraining, and Skittery’d probably sooner die than admit it but Blink supposes that’s probably what it is. Jack is all boneless, just crying, and Skittery’s holding him like he’s trying to hold him together.

“You’re here,” Skittery tells Jack, spoken into the wild sweaty mop of Jack’s hair. “You’re at home, Jack. You’re alright now. You’re safe. Alright?”

Jack definitely ain’t listening. His eyes are still all distant and glazed over, but his eyelids are drooping like maybe he might fall asleep again, like maybe the fear’s already crashed, and on nights like this, that’s often more than they can ask for.

“Get him back in bed,” Blink murmurs softly to Skittery. “C’mon. We can get ‘im up together.”

They do. They haul him into Blink’s bunk behind them, underneath Jack’s, and crawl in with him while fiercely ignoring the eyes all watching them, startled awake by the commotion and Jack’s hollering. Crutchie’s watching from the next bunk over, but Blink can’t stomach looking at him - though not much less than he can stomach looking at Skittery where he’s on Jack’s other side, curling himself around Jack’s back. Skittery looks sick, maybe as sick as Blink feels.

Blink settles himself against Jack’s front and pulls his face to his chest, wincing at the burn of his tears and the clammy feel of his skin.

“Yer alright,” Blink tells him, quiet. “We got you, Jack. We ain’t lettin’ you go back there.”

Jack’s passed out a second later. He’s out cold, dead asleep like he got knocked on the head, and Blink don’t doubt for a second he’ll wake up in the morning still exhausted and without a damn clue what happened, like he always does when he has turns like this.

Blink and Skittery’ll remember, though. Just like they’ll remember every second they spent staring at each other over the top of Jack’s head, through sweat-damp strands of his dark hair, until they both finally manage to pass out too.

(And, true to form, Jack doesn’t remember a damn thing in the morning. He don’t even know which way’s up. He looks like shit and can hardly walk straight, stumbling with bleary, half-glazed eyes right out of Blink’s bunk a full hour before the bell’s rung. But he won’t settle - not until Blink gets up too and guides him over to where Splasher is tucked with Specs in his bunk, cosy and fast asleep and entirely unharmed.

“Think I musta had a rough dream last night,” Jack mumbles. Blink doesn’t correct him.)

[triplexdoublex]

idk if they are friends or not but they were at the casino together in las vegas on super bowl weekend, maybe thats where they met or something.. you know how friendships in la work half the time the people aint even friends they just hang out together for some reason its a weird place 😫

Exactly, like doesn’t Pete like hate Jake Paul,is always nice to his face but lowkey calls him out. Like I remember some video where Pete was talking shit about him but then went to go visit him backstage at one of his boxing matches or something and Jake was all happy to see him and acting friendly and Pete was just like straight up “How’s the allegations going” 🤣 and Jake’s like “shh we can’t talk about that.”

[kunikidanelson]

i was thinking about what kind of music would kunikida like, because i think there are two extremes he could go to, in my opinion

theres also the option he just doesn't listen to music but shh

i had the thought that either he'd listen to some SPECIFICALLY 80s/70s pop like ABBA, Nik Kershaw, etc

but i also had the thought that "man it would be funny if this fucker liked metal too" and i realized that one of my favorite bands (SOAD) is basically perfect for him, angry, but not too heavy, and it speaks out against war and all that type of shit. so not only would he like the instrumentals but he'd definitely appreciate the meaning of the lyrics as well (and i think his favorite song would be soldier side)

but also i might be projecting cause i like all these things

but i aint gonna give him a band that i dislike, right?

[msfbgraves]

would you maybe write something where daniel is having a tough day, maybe he is crying by himself or just quiet and down and terry finds him and comforts him, knowing he caused all of this and is sorry? and daniel lets him, because he does want to feel safe, and he wants them to work still despite it all. i just want danny to get all the cuddles 🥺🥰

The fourth time, Terry doesn't even check elsewhere anymore. Both weekends, Daniel has spent the entire time Robby and Gianni were napping in his puppies' room. Yes, Robby has had a lot of trouble falling asleep for naps since they've returned, but he seems to have calmed again. Gianni is an easy baby. He doesn't settle quickly, but he is fascinated by everything and quickly tires himself out observing how the light shifts on the wall. And the puppy Daniel is carrying is really making its presence felt; logically, there are more comfortable places to be than a rug in the pups' room during the scarce daytime they don't need watching. But there Daniel stays, more often than not, when his two youngest sons have long fallen into a slumber.

Of course his mate is omega, and this level of devotion gets him approving nods from father Martin, even if Terry sees some envy in other mothers as well - only when they think they're unseen and they quickly learn they never are. Terry has run a tighter ship of late.

But.

Four times is a pattern, and it makes Terry's stomach twist.

"They look happy, don't they, love?"

His mate flinches.

It hits Terry like an electric shock.

"Oh, Dio!" his mate says, "sorry, Terry, I was miles away." He duly stands up and kisses him hello, soft sweet and familiar as ever. And it would be so easy to paper this over with fond chatter about their pups, and he does stand with his mate for a minute, looking at their sweetly breathing forms. But ignoring tiny signs is how you end up shot in the head, and he isn't one to forget that anywhere.

He strokes his face. "You're not well, mo cuishle." Immediately, his mate protests, but he puts a finger to his lips. "It's not a question. Tell me what you need."

"Nothing, why would I need - "

"Say it."

His mate looks up at him, eyes impossibly deep, as a small shiver runs through his frame. "Terry, I'm trying."

The surge of love he feels defies expression. "I know you are."

"Sometimes...." he struggles to find the words. "This place feels safest. Sir."

"Even when I'm home." It's not a question either.

"Terry, please don't -"

"-hurt you?"

Daniel, sun kissed Daniel, turns pale, and Terry curses his past self yet again. Feckin eejit piece of pigshite, Terry Silver...

"I know you wouldn't," he starts rattling, "mama mi - I know. I really know, Terry."

"But you don't feel it," he sighs. "Darlin', I don't blame ya. Of course...."

The deepest sigh goes through him. "It's in my body, Terry," he says. "And now with puppy growing, I can't push it away, I -" He's fighting tears again.

"Come," Terry says. "Come downstairs, let's get you a pillow. Snake!" he barks. "Put the kettle on, will ya!"

"No, you don't have to -"

"You're not well, baby." He picks him up and Daniel stops protesting, no kicking or wriggling, nothing to make Terry stifle any laughter. "I'll get you nice and cosy -"

"Terry I don't like tea."

"Soup then. Snake -!"

"I have soup," Daniel says.

"Not hot you don't. Snake, get Jessica -"

"This aint something soup can fix!"

And finally, there he is, the boy with fire in his eyes, and Terry lets him down as a befuddled Snake stares up at them from downstairs.

"Mac and cheese," Daniel says then. "Ask her to make some mac and cheese?"

"Yes, boss!" he says, leaving them alone the house for now. But Daniel starts struggling again.

"The pups will be home soon, they need a snack, Terry I need to make them snacks..."

He strokes him. "Jessica will fix that for them, sweetheart. Shh..." He leads him towards the bedroom. "I only want you to rest, baby."

"I don't have time -"

"Then talk to me. Those are your options, Danny."

He swallows, nods to the room. "I can't be there alone, and the living room is too cold, just let me cook Terry, I'm fine -"

"I'll move house," Terry says. "If you can't even rest in that room, I'll move house." He pulls him downstairs. "Where do you want to go, I'll get a realtor, I'll get you a suite...

"No -"

"Of course, a vacation -"

"We've had a vacation. I'm sorry, I'm making a scene -"

"You need a rest, puppy needs a rest -"

"So leave."

They're both frozen still. Then Terry lifts his chin. "I will never do that."

"I'm... I'm sorry -"

"I will not leave you. And I will not hurt you. I didn't swear that before, but I do now." He kneels down, on one knee. "On my life, my dearest one."

Daniel stares at him. "I could go to my parents -"

"No." He stands up. "And they'll pawn you off again, for your protection."

"They would not -!"

"They would. You can forget about that, baby. They'll give you a few months to settle, call father Lorenzo, and there you'll be."

Daniel ducks together. "You're so mercenary-"

Terry smirks. "I'm a realist, and so are your parents. Still." He puts a hand on his shoulder. "That did not stay Klytaimnestra's hand."

Daniel puts a hand on his belly. "You did not kill my pup."

"People have killed their spouse for far less. You have every opportunity, baby. I know that. I accept it." He kisses his hand. "But you haven't. You haven't even asked Michael. Why not?"

"Madonna mi, Terry, we're in the middle of the hallway here!"

He takes his chin lightly. "Why not, mo cuishle?"

"Because I don't want to," Daniel spits. "Because I'm not like you. Because," he says, voice faltering, as he cradles the outline of his stomach.

Terry pulls him close. "Can you feel that in your body?"

"Of course I can," he says. "It's a kicker this one, Terry, just, I'm so tired -"

"He wasn't there before. And you still said no. Somewhere, in that enormous heart of you, you know the answer. Can you feel it?"

Daniel nods silently.

"In your body?"

Another, tearful, nod.

"How does it feel?"

And now his mate reaches up, slings his arms and legs around Terry's frame, like a koala. Terry strokes his hair. "You're so brave," he whispers. "You're so good, my love."

At those words, the tears come. "It hurts, Terry, I'm so tired."

Terry walks, carrying his mate up the stairs to their shared bedroom, softly kisses the mark on his neck. "Feel that?"

Daniel only lays his head against Terry's shoulder. "I'll help you rest," Terry says, as he slides Daniel down next to his mate's side, always furthest from the door, and pulls open the covers. Daniel shakes his head. "Please hold me," he says. "Terry, hold me."

They stand there, next to the bed, when his mate softly starts to cry again. "It hurts," he sighs.

Terry swallows. "I know," he says. "I can feel it, too. I could feel it even then."

"Why...?" Daniel sobs, heartbroken.

"Because I was an idiot," he says. "Daniel, I beg you -"

Suddenly, there's a choir of voices at the door, and Daniel perks up. "Ragazzi!" he says, a smile like sunshine on his face, "our puppies, Terry, come!"

Two dabs with his handkerchief, and he runs down, opens the door, and swings Yasmin around, until Terry is engulfed in a choir of "Daddy!!!" and three immediate requests for piggyback rides and ballgames. He herds them in, nods to the approaching Jessica as Daniel slips up to get the babies out of bed, no doubt. Later Terry watches as they busy themselves with batches of mac and cheese, makes room for Jessica at the table only to find Daniel slipping in beside him, Robby on his lap. Terry presses both of them to him and pulls faces to distract Robby, who seems close to spitting out the unfamiliar dish. But when Jessica picks him up Daniel stays there, head resting against Terry's shoulder, and their fingers intertwine.

"Can you stay home tonight?"

He kisses his hair. "Of course, baby. Eli, you can't lick your elbow, how many times..."

Daniel laughs, stands up and removes the excess sauce from his puppy. Immediately, Sammy demands help with her vulcano, and Yasmin starts trying to kill herself on the swings.

Terry grins.

The Russians will have to wait.

[sungminxxx]

Stray Kids reaction to paintbrushes

[anon request]

Chan:

You see, I feel like paintbrushes wouldnt be much effect.

The only spots that really work with paintbrushes are his toes and underarms.

"H-HehEhehey thahat tihihickles!!" he'd giggle under the touch of you slowly tracing the paintbrush up and down his armpit.

He'd like how it feels, though of course, big strong channie would never admit such a thing.

I mean, he'd let you tickke him with this tool, but just know he will be getting you back in your worst spot :)

Lee Know:

oh, this boy would be pretty sensitive

I think his tummy would be the most sensitive spot for these brushes to dance

He'd try to cover his mouth and hide the fact that hes feeling ticklish

But cmon, you know him. You can tell the slightest changes in him. You only notice his ticklishness immediately

You find it adorable, but the minute he realizes you know.. hes a strawberry.

"whah-aAAHAH-" you love his giggles so much, theyre so bright. 🥰

Changbin:

A BABY A BABY

his sides bro >>>>>>

that's the spot for him, the sides.

sure, he'd feel ticklish everywhere with the paintbrush but his sides, dead spot.

He'd be weak in its touch.

Flinching to the side over and over again would kinds be his thing

Tiny snorts <3

Hyunjin:

His reactions will be priceless

SO sensitive to tickles in general, now imagine paint brushes for a second.

His worst spots would either have to be his neck or his bellybutton.

The minute you touch him with that paintbrush, he will be in hysterics.

"PFFtAHAHAHAHHAHA-" at just the slightest touch

He'll be kicking and thrashing everywhere, poor baby~

Guess he'll have to take it, though you both know that he loves the feeling veerrry much!!

Jisung:

Similar to Hyunjin if I'm honest

Worst spots for this little devil tool would be the area just around his bellybutton, and his little button itself!

The moment you dip that little brush into his giggle button, he will be bucking his life away, kicking, screaming, you name it, he's doing it!

His tummy would start blushing shh if ykyk and he will start becoming a cute little strawberry!

His giggles will fill up the room rather quickly, catching everyone's attention and leaving them in complete awe.

He's just adorable, aint he?

Felix:

He'll definitely feel shy about this

He doesn't admit it, but he is very ticklish.. especially when it comes to tools.

Paint brushes are honestly the icing on his tickle cake :)

He'd definitely flinch at first while doing his best not to let out a giggle at the first touch

If you catch him by surprise with a paint brush tho, watch your head. You might get hit!!

He's a jumper!!

He'd also leave the members in awe at his adorable reactions to being tickled with a paintbrush

The main spot for him? Well, his whole body is that spot.

Seungmin:

BABY GIGGLES

Let me start off by saying, he is the CUTEST???

His best spots for using a paint brush (if u want a good reaction) would be his tummy and soles!!

If you use the paint brush on his tummy, you'll hear full on adorable belly giggles. He'd cover his mouth and just muffle his giggles sometimes too.. its so cUTE

As for his soles, good luck. He might kick you

Watch out!!

Jeongin:

HIS NECK, THATS THE SPOT

Okay but seriously, get his neck with a paintbrush and he will find a way to detach his neck from his body.

You'll get his little dolphin squeak, maybe keep some earplugs nearby.

Like felix, he miiight hit you!! Just be careful

Since he's the youngest, the other members always try to catch him off guard with tickles in general. He might be used to it, but that doesn't mean he's not sensitive still!!

+ty for the request love, have a great day/night &lt;3 - bri

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I'd love to know what the other Barians are up to in the college AU!

YESSS like i said when i was talkin about Vector, I rly wanna properly draw all these guys sometime this year, theyve been bumping around my brain for Months now. some tidbits about the other guys:

Shark/Nasch: MISTAH TRANS MASC HE/THEY OF ALL TIME. Has a really dense Carrd covered in sea predator gifs and dA stamps. I thiiink I assigned him Pursuing a Marine Biology degree, naturally--he spends a lot of time at the aquarium wishing he worked there (he works at a country club currently. he drives golf carts to go pick up errant golf balls. his little nametag says 'Reginald'.) Does really well in his classes but is becoming. a Little Bit Burned Out trying to deal with them And work And whatever bullshit his current and ex-roommates are entangling him in. Vector stole his Ikea blahaj plush and tied it to a ceiling fan. Frequents Not-Lawrence State University's esteemed Smogon Club (usually because Yuma begs and begs for him to come,) and runs a nasty Walking Wake led Monotype team.

Rio: I NEED TO DECIDE ON HER MAJOR WAHHH Atmospheric Science would be kind of insane... invested interest in meteorology and winter events. I know she's dabbled in a bunch of campus sports and ice skates at a very skilled level, probably is banking on maybe doing that professionally if she can qualify. She's also buddies with Alexis! :3 Works at a bougie gelato place not far from the country club Shark works at so sometimes she will come bother him on her break. Has a modest interest in birding and sometimes meets up with the town Birding Group. All in all just likes being active and stylish and is closing in on a date with Miss Anna Kaboom~ lord dont get me started on butchfemme annario i aint got no brakes

Girag and Alito: THE BESTIES. THE ROOMIES OF ALL TIME. They actually live in the same apartment complex as Primo and Claus so they hang out and shoot the shit sometimes. Alito I feel is majoring in something like English, he's not super attached to it, what he really is banking on is a boxing career (whether or not that pans out for him remains to be seen.) He goes and spars at a local gym frequently! Girag is a history major with a focus on feudal Japan and he's also a furry. The boys' r/malelivingspaces ass apartment is a haven for the other Emperors if they dont want to be in the Nightmare House for a hot minute. Don't mind the giant knockoff red panda squishmallow taking up half their couch. Also Ponta is still there he's still a little spirit guy that Girag is nebulously aware of but Alito isn't.

Mizar: OH MIZAR..... one of my favorite zexals in the College AUverse tbh. my failwoman. Tentatively out transfem overdramatic fake blond trying out she/they pronouns for the first time. Has a big expensive gaming desktop that lights up (it looks vaguely like Tachyon Dragon lol) and uses it primarily to get into heated furry drama online and write extensive papers and lab reports for her Physics degree, usually while under some degree of white knuckle meltdown stress. She and Dumon were dating for a while but broke up and truth be told Mizar's still got a couple hangups about it. Gets into a LONG, STUPID beef with Kite over their fursona designs "being too similar" that culminates in them having a brawl on the roof of a hotel mid furry-convention. Yes they were both in fursuits. No you can't tell anyone you saw Kite in a fursuit keep you voice down shh!!!!!!! They end up having some kind of t4t qpr-ish situationship i think. not avoiding the mizakai allegations i fear HDFHSFGF

Dumon: WHO UP STUDYING THEY MEDIEVAL TEXTS. god. I love college AU Dumon. little library dyke. dweeb he/him butch kind of sort of dating clark's Paula From Earthbound and they are having In Depth discussions about a podcast they just listened to. Medieval lit major who knows more about knights than you ever will in your entire life. He was born in Utah. Organizes the finances of the Barian Rental House and takes it all dead seriously and Vector still owes like three months of back rent and he kind of wants to strangle him over it. Type of guy who spends all day at the campus coffee shop nursing the same matcha latte for five hours. Mizar is his best friend and they still hang out post-break up and they're both just kind of constantly putting up with Vector's bullshit. i mean all the Barians are but STILL.

Shark, Rio, Dumon, and Vector also all have the distinction of having known each other when they were kids, before they all moved off on their separate ways (until reconnecting in college) As you can imagine, Vector and Shark's playground wars would get. Violent. 🥴 Dumon has had a bit of a crush on Shark since they met but has absolutely never disclosed this. Because I think it is funny.

The funniest detail about them as a whole in college AU to me is theyre all transfer students from NLSU's sister-campus in Barian, Indiana. WOE! Midwestern be upon ye! And also the previously mentioned nightmare queer housing situation they live in under Don Thousand The Dogshit Landlord (or, well, at this point it's just Mizar, Dumon, and the Kastle twins living there. The situation has improved Somewhat after Vector got kicked out HHDFDF he still loves fucking with all of them though in true 🥕 fashion)

[ramu-ego]

bing bingbing hey hey hey!! woahhh your love 4 ego is unmatched LMFAOO, i’d never really thought much abt him but mayhaps your blog may change my mind !!! (you still get 2 be his top wifey though)

OHH!! my top 5.. it’s hyoma, seishiro, rin, reo & isagi! (not in any order but hyoma’s up there!!) funnily enough, WE R ON THE SAME FIRST IMPRESSIONS FOR RIN!! at first i was all “Man emo chars are so lame” THENN MY HATRED TURNED INTO AN OBSESSION LFMAOOA .. U RIGHTT I KNOW RIN WAS ON AUTO PILOT.. aint got a single thought in that stupid brain of his

THR FIRST ONE TO CATCH MY ATTENTION WAS HYOMA!! my friend sent me him, told me his nickname “princess” and said i would like him — i have a weakness LOL .. i feel like he’d produce such pretty reactions ?..!!?! the bath scene made me. kick my feet for unholy reasons!! THE SELFISH REASONS IS SOOO REAL OF YOU (i love being unapologetically mean to subs it’s entertaining in a way)

the fic sneakpeek with rin already has me running laps imm so excited HHAHA !! you bet once you post i’m running to that post as quick as possible! already loving how many thoughts and hcs you’re putting on this blog!!

hmm, not too sure how to end this.. any thoughts on your mind? or how’s your day been, depending on timezones! - 💌

OH I FELL FOR HIM THE SECOND I SAW HIM-

-Ego is....very much my type. Painfully my type. If you saw a majority of my other fandom husbands then...Ego's in good company 😂 (said he was ugly then seconds later was head over heels) And I will always be indignant about his treatment in the fandom! Especially from manga readers!! I'll let anime only watchers slide bc he's...rough, for a while. But anyone who reads the U-20 game and still thinks he doesn't care is just being willfully ignorant. Ego went full blown dad mode in that second half of the game and I have yet to recover from his dilf energy coaching that game 😤

seriously though was ready to hate Rin like I hated a few other characters bc fanon personality was shit. Total ick. Was literally tired of seeing his face and I didn't even know what bllk was. But then his little scenes kept building and then the U-20 game happened and now...all I wanna do is make him worse 🥰

Chigiri goes in the Bachira/Kunigami box like...is it legal to not like them?? Are there really fans who hate Chigiri bc hello??? Pretty pretty princess but also will not stop laughing at the weird Reo/Nagi fanclub that just formed around Chigiri. The off the wall friendships in bllk kill me and both Reo/Nagi being fans of Chigiri in their little England team is still killing me. The bath scene though, if they cheap out on Chigiri's thighs I (and a few others) will be rioting. Give!! Us!! The!!! Thighs!! and the rest of the stupidity that happens in that blessed scene istg

GAH I'M SORRY THE RIN FIC IS ON HOLD- A certain someone (they know who they are <.<) Gave me the worst idea for Niko and well...dragging my pussy across my keyboard horny writing a Niko fic I never thought I'd write bc I thought Niko was an ugly little mother fucker (yes I see the irony in thinking Ego is drop dead gorgeous but the other bowl cut ugly...shh) But not to spoil anything but it may or may not be bc of the previous nipple headcanon post and the delightful idea of male lactation and chapped boy nips 🙏

Thoughts...it's 6:40 am and I've barely been up for an hour power slamming some coffee down my gullet before I start the day. Thoughts blank except survive the day and avoid a toddler tantrum like I'm defusing a bomb 😂 But also to make plenty of time to write for horny boys 🍑 Lemme play the uno reverse card! How have you been? Enjoyed last weeks bllk episode? Are you a dubbed or sub watcher? Favorite part in the manga thus far? Any characters you wanted to see more of or weird side characters that just interest you??

[the-whispers-of-death]

sylvester: man its hot. lets go to the alp cottage :)

stone: agreed! everyone pack up :3

the "everyone" in question (kali, heartthrob, akhil, mārīte, laila, katie and laila's gf): *silence*

laila: i think you should maybe both go alone :) as a date :)

mārīte: yeah, i aint listening to you fucking

sylvester: KID--

laila: no no, she's right

maybe the 4 adults should just go there alone. dominic is voluenteering to keep an eye on everyone and everything for the week or so. plus i feel like the kids would be at katie's mansion anyway. good ac

~ rusty

The four adults do end up going to the cottage in the mountains alone, while the kids go to Katie's mansion.

Stone as they settle in, pouting: I miss the—

Kali, putting a gag on Stone: Shh, you're not going to be thinking of the kids when we're through with you, baby.

Heartthrob, patting Stone's head and watching Stone's eyes flutter: You're not really going to be thinking, hm? Going to go dumb from the three of us playing with you.

Look, the only way Stone doesn't spend the entire time whining about missing the kids, if they all fuck him senseless.