#feel free to drop into my askbox again

[detshin]

Okay so I still have some asks that I have to get to and answer (and I will, I promise lmao) but I just wanted to know if you guys would like to hear my thoughts on anything in particular about conan? I can't promise anything but I think it would be interesting 🤔

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sorry for being an aroace swiftie in your askbox but the post you reblogged about style and wildest dreams had an addition about champagne problems and I hope it’s ok if I ramble about how it’s such a perfectly aroace song (if it’s not or ends up too long feel free to ignore this)

so the whole idea of the song is this failed proposal with the man being super excited to propose and had his whole family there and everything the narrator kind of. Turned him down. It’s very clear the narrator doesn’t love him back like that.

there’s a part of the chorus (“Your mom's ring in your pocket/My picture in your wallet/Your heart was glass, I dropped it) the last line just sounds like this aromantic narrator is sort of like. Kinda blaming herself for this? (I didn’t get enough sleep if fellow swifties see this and I’m wrong don’t attack me)

and we’re not even talking about the bridge yet

”How evergreen, our group of friends/Don't think we'll say that word again” something about how now that someone has confessed their love to you and you don’t like them back, being friends gets weird and you just. Fall apart

“Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you” is a pretty self explanatory line I think

‘"She would've made such a lovely bride /What a shame she's fucked in the head, " they said” this line is. If you’re aromantic and turn down a “perfectly good” proposal, everyone’s gonna think you’re “fucked in the head” you’re not really but. Amatanormativity

that’s it for my ramble I think I know there’s more but that’s all I’ll say

BETSIE I GET YOU SO MUCH I DID A WHOLE POST ABOUT CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS AS AN ARO SONG AGES AGO WE ON THE SAME PAGE

champagne problems is also one of the songs I can fully play on the piano. Maybe I’ll record it one day (I can’t sing so you’ll have to get over thag)

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Ask from @shortstrawberry that I accidentally deleted because tumblr hates me. So sorry!

I feel especially bad because that was the first ask I received 😔

Either way, I hope you enjoy! And feel free to sneak back into my askbox if you want

Just A Cold

Donna x MC (Reader)

Summary: You caught the flu and haven't been to the shop in two days. Donna is concerned and comes to check on you

It was quiet. Too quiet. The shop had been almost empty for the past two days with just Donna to tend to the duties. Luckily, not many people had swung by apart from Cassandra, making her record appearance of three times in one day for three girls she was desperate to avoid the wrath of.

Golden rays of light cast through the pristine windows of the shop as the silence of the day persisted, her phone laying quietly on the side with no messages since the one two days ago informing her you weren't feeling great. Donna was set on coming to care for you, but you had insisted it was just a cold and that you'd be fine for work the following day.

She stared at her unanswered messages, the 'delivered' status haunting her thoughts even when she was trying to continue her work earlier. It wasn't like you to get this sick, what if something had happened to you? What if you weren't OK?

She was going to come see you, and make sure you were OK. You were her everything, so why should you recover alone?

Her movements determined, Donna set about closing up the shop and the mess from earlier. In her distracted state, she had dropped a plant pot full of soil, successfully coating her smock and gloves in dirt. It also ended up with a streak on her face when she wiped her brow unknowingly.

With the lock turned and the closed sign up, Donna got in her car and drove above the speed limit to reach you.

/ / / / / /

You felt like death. Probably looked like it too.

You felt the cold sweat coating your skin and forcing your clothes and hair to stick to your body. It was uncomfortable in all the worst kinds of ways, and you were desperately trying to warm up under the copious amounts of blankets and comforters that you had wrapped yourself in. Your body was aching. Every movement felt like you were being chained down, and yet there was no position that granted you respite. Breathing itself was a struggle, an effort to get a decent amount of air in. The mountain of blankets probably didn't help here, but you were too tired to care

It was hell. And the one angel of your life was out of reach as your phone had become lost in the sea of blankets that you dare not search in. Long since dead, the charger had been stolen by none other than Angie on the night you two and Dani had gone drinking. Those fireball shots would be the death of you.

A gentle knock interuppted your train of thought as you cast a weary glance towards the door, sceptical. It knocked again, slightly louder.

"Dolcezza, may I come in?"

A smile etched its way onto your features, yet all you could muster was a cough when you attempted an answer. To your luck, the door opened, and light was cast into the dark cave of your room. Donna shut the door behind her before rushing to your bedside, the back of her hand immediately against your forehead as she frowns, eyes meeting yours.

"This isn't just a cold, mia cara. Come, let me help you."

Her voice was gentle, yet firm. Something told you she wasn't going to accept no as an answer.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you up, dragging you close to her as she helped you stand. Shivers wracked your body as you held onto her, burying your face in her neck with a whine in an attempt to get closer. A gentle squeeze and whispered encouragements warmed your heart and soul as Donna moved you to the living room, dragging a spare blanket behind her, which she draped over you once you were settled on the couch.

With a regretful smile, Donna detached herself from you, her hand coming up to cup your face as she kissed your forehead before moving away.

The smell of something cooking drifted over from the kitchen shortly after, where a pot of something sat on the oven with Donna stood by it, lips pursed in concentration. Her smock lay folded on another counter with her gloves on top, leaving her in her work shirt with the cuffs folded to just above the elbow. You turned to get a better view, content to just watch as she worked in content silence.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Donna moving towards you, two bowls of soup in hand as she sat beside you. Her own bowl she placed on the table in favour of helping you eat yours, her smile growing wider as she saw how much you enjoyed it.

Nothing could beat Donna's cooking.

It took a while, but the pair of you were finished, bowls neatly stacked on the table. Whether or not they'll make it to the kitchen is another question.

Warm, slender fingers traced patterns on your back as you leant against her, snuggling as close as possible in your confined space. You lay curled against her, her arms around your middle and legs intertwined under the blankets. A comfortable silence lay over the pair of you until she spoke.

"Why didn't you tell me, love? You worried me." Donna's eyes met yours, a furrow in her brow.

You hesitated before answering, voice scratchy from the illness.

"I didn't want you to worry, I just didn't think it would be this bad. I would have come in today, but i didn't want you to get sick either"

"I know. But don't leave me in the dark next time. I will always be here for you, dolcezza, you know this. You're mine, and I won't have you facing this alone"

A smile broke out on your face as you pulled her closer, relaxing against her as you felt the tension melt out of your body. You stay like that for a while, with Donna rubbing your back and eventually moving her hand to the back of your head, where she ran her fingers through your hair before she spoke again.

"Rest love, I've got you"

And for the first time in two days, you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[23.15]

― pairing : Changbin x fem! reader ― content warnings : slight angst, fluff, smut, wolf au, enemies to lovers, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.559

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

As if your day couldn’t get worse, the cold feeling of a sharp blade suddenly tightly pressing against your neck made you immediately halt your movements.

First, some stupid villager exposed your secret of being a witch, and being the kind people they were, they offered you a choice: you could either leave or they would have burned you at the stake.

Magic, along with anything commoners could not rationally explain, was severely prohibited, and so you – and the other ones like you, were forced to hide the fact that you had magical powers in the first place.

You shut your eyes close, since now was definitely not the time to digress; you were about to spin around and cast a quick spell to make your mysterious opponent fly away from you, but he acted much faster than you did. Your eyes flashed golden so that the blade’s handle would become incandescent and impossible to hold, but your opponent quickly dropped it on the floor, as if he already knew your tactics. You scoffed; there was only one person who would know you so well.

As you quickly spun around, fist bared and ready to hit the man – the wolf, in his pretty face, much to your frustration, he acted quicker than you yet again and before you realized, your back was pressed against the soft grass, and Changbin was hovering above you with a smug smirk on his face.

«You’re in the pack’s territory.» Changbin’s raspy voice warned you, tightening his grip on your wrists, which were now sinking into the soft terrain next to your head. 

You tried to shift under his grip, partially to free yourself but also not to think about the fact that Changbin was pushing you on the ground while casually laying between your legs, but much to your dismay, you already know that the boy was much stronger than you were, and he could easily prevent you from moving. On top of that, Changbin understood quickly that you were not in the mood to joke, since the two of you could feel each other’s emotions due being mates.

«What’s wrong, doll?» Changbin’s voice quickly shifted, and you felt showered by the worry he was feeling. His hold on you loosened, and he inched back so that now he was sitting between your legs, his eyes glancing to the two leather bags you were carrying along with yourself, containing a couple change of clothes and your magic books. You did not move and instead, you kept staring angrily at the sky, which was gradually becoming increasingly cloudy by each passing seconds.

“Great time to start raining,” you thought to yourself, before abruptly sitting up, your nose almost brushing against Changbin’s.

«They found out.» you admitted, without meeting his gaze. «I’m headed to the next village.»

Changbin’s forehead met yours, and for the first time since you found out you were mates, you allowed such an intimate contact without complaining.

You and Changbin found out you were mates few years ago, his pack moved in the forest next to your village and quickly claimed it as their territory. They used to come in your village in their human form every now and then and you had to admit, they were nice and friendly people. Needless to say, in the same way you could tell they were wolves as soon as you saw them, they found out you were a witch as soon as their eyes landed on you.

Being a daughter of the moon, you often stayed out at night, but hanging out in the woods alone was never a good idea, especially late at night, and most of all, in a territory claimed by wolves during a full moon. Due to your concentration and your being so focused in your night meditation, you did not realize the presence of a big, black wolf with dangerous red eyes inching towards you until it was too late, and sadly, you found out you were Changbin’s mate in the rough way.

He had you pinned on the floor with a growl that made you petrify in fear when your gaze finally met, red eyes meeting golden - since you quickly casted a somehow defensive spell around you, but it was too late, since one of his paws was unintentionally scratching your neck. You suspected something was different as soon as your heart picked up pace not in fear but in anticipation, and you felt a wave of confusion - which definitely was not yours, pervade your senses. Changbin immediately shifted back into his human form, and quickly apologized to you.

«Sometimes our senses get clouded during full moon, I didn’t realize I was hurting my mate.» he said back then, regretful eyes staring at the bloody wound on your neck.

That’s how your love-hate relationship with Changbin begun. Over the years, you realized that it was stupid to hate him because of a scar he left on your body when he was not in full control of himself – since you know him well enough to say he would never hurt you, but still, you never brought yourself to forgive him, or yourself for being so engrossed in your naivety. You never officially refused the bond, both because you didn’t want to refuse him in the first place, and also because you knew that it would affect both Changbin and yourself; so, you spent your days pretending to be rivals. Meeting Changbin in the forest meant him sneaking up you and it inevitably lead to the both of you having playful fights where you’d always ended up pinned on the floor with Changbin’s warm body flushed against yours and as the both of you would hide your smitten smiles.

«I’ll walk you,» Changbin said, breaking the silence that fell between you. «I don’t want you to walk alone, it’s almost sunset.» You nodded, letting the realization of everything that happened slowly sink in, and Changbin quickly stood up and effortlessly picked up your bags, offering you a hand to get up. You looked at him, and took it.

Clearly, luck was definitely not on your side, since as soon as you were about to reach the village, it started raining. What started out as a light drizzle turned out to be a heavy downpour, and Changbin tightly held your hand as the both of you ran as fast as you could towards the first inn, trying to avoid crashing into other villagers which were as well running home, seeking shield from the rain.

The inn did not seem to be too big; a comforting warmth welcomed you as soon as you entered, due to the fireplace being lit. In the middle of the room, there was a small wooden counter, and on its left, there were wooden stairs leading upstairs. It definitely seemed to be a warm and cosy place, you thought.

«Excuse me, Sir.» Changbin politely addressed the innkeeper, a gruff man with a thick black beard. «Could we spend the night here?»

«Are you married?» the man’s deep and wary voice immediately asked back.

«What? No!» you chimed in, outraged by the question. How could he even think that you could be married to, well, Changbin?

«Too bad, then.» the inn-keeper scoffed. «We only rent our chambers to married couples. Find somewhere else to-»

«Forgive her, Sir.» Changbin chimed in with a gentle voice. «Me and my wife happened to have a small fight on our way here, and now she’s playing this game,» he said, wrapping  one of his rain-drenched hands around yours to cover the fact that neither of you were wearing a wedding ring, and you tried not to flinch at the sudden touch of his still warm hands, «where she pretends she doesn’t know me.»

The man eyed the both of you suspiciously, before directing his suspicious gaze to you. «Is he speaking the truth?» With the hint of a nod, you confirmed Changbin’s version, and the innkeeper placed a golden key on the counter few moments later.

Without hesitation, Changbin took it, and quickly lead you upstairs, even if the both of you could distinctively hear the man mutter a quiet «these fucking perverts, nowadays.» making you tighten your hold on Changbin’s hand in reflex with a surprised gasp, and making Changbin almost choke on a suffocated laugh.

With difficulty, both you and Changbin managed to get rid of the wet clothes sticking to your skin,  hanging them in order to dry and opting to use the soft, spare towels in the room to cover your bodies. You were so focused with checking if the spell you casted on your magic books not to drench worked that you didn’t hear Changbin coming back from the bathroom, so you didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself for the incoming vision of Changbin closing the door behind himself with only a white towel hanging loose around his hips, the white fabric in contrast with his honey coloured skin making him look like a god. You unconsciously licked your lips, tightening the towel you were using around your chest as your eyes followed few drops of water travelling from his collarbones, all the way through his toned chest, his abs and downwards to-

«Are you enjoying the view, doll?» Changbin asked with a smug grin, probably feeling the wave of embarrassment that pervaded you as your cheeks turned red.

«I was thinking you’re an exhibitionist.» you muttered, as you slowly walked towards the double bed in the middle of the room. Realization hit you, and your heart picked up pace at the thought of sharing a bed with Changbin. Of course, the little stunt you put earlier was made for the both of you to spend the night safe and shielded from the rain, but the realization that you didn’t think that married people actually shared a bed hit you in the face with full force.

«If it makes you feel better, I can turn into a wolf and sleep on the floor.» Changbin mumbled, feeling your emotions. You sighed, noticing once again how despite your stupid rivalry, he had always been thoughtful and considerate about serious topics. And here he was, once again, putting your needs above his.

«Don’t, please.» you walked towards the left side of the bed, feeling Changbin’s surprise at your words. «Just stay on your side of the bed.» Changbin’s amused chuckle was the last thing you heard before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, laying naked under an unnecessary amount of blankets.

The bed was not particularly big, your elbow brushed against Changbin’s anytime you would shuffle due to the fact you were embarrassed for being stark naked next to your mate, which you conventionally decided to hate.

«Do you feel it, too?» you whispered, staring at the ceiling. Changbin chuckled, the bed quietly shaking in the process.

«What? The pull? The longing?» He turned on his side, so that he could face you. «The feeling that you’re so close to me and still, I can’t touch you in the way I would so desperately love to do?» Changbin propped himself on his arm, his head laying on the palm of his hand, the faint lights of the candles you have created to keep the bedroom illuminated were perfectly kissing his skin, making him look ethereal.

«Do you always feel like that, too?» you mumbled, your eyes locked with his dark ones. Changbin nodded, now partially almost hovering above you.

«It’s even worse when I’m in my wolf form,» he explained. You listened closely, since for the first time you were actually talking about the bond that connected the two of you without running away from it, «there are some days where my soul begs me to come and see you, with any stupid excuse to talk, so that we could be together.» Tentatively, Changbin’s hand brushed against the scar on your neck, and you shivered at the almost non-existent contact. «Or touch you.» he added, you were sure that if you hadn’t been staring at his lips, you wouldn’t have hear that last part.

You knew exactly how he felt. There were days where you felt like your soul was going to rip your body apart if you did not see Changbin within few hours, or touched his skin, or heard his voice; you also felt like you wanted to be intimate with him – not completely because of the bond, and the most you ignored those feelings, the worse you felt. Sometimes you wondered if you would still hate him if you had not been so stupid and naïve that night; sometimes you wondered how it would have felt to share your life with Changbin from day one, instead of falling in a routine where you both needed to pretend to fight just to have an excuse to touch each other.

«Technically,» you mumbled, your heart hammering in your chest, aware that Changbin could hear its wild rhythm, «we’re married, for tonight.»

Changbin’s eyes locked with yours, as if he was searching the confirmation you and him were on the same page. His eyes seemed to soften, as soon as the two of you started to feel each other’s emotion in addiction to your own. Changbin’s face inched closer to yours, your noses brushing against each other.

«Can I kiss my wife, then?» you could feel Changbin’s strained mumble against your lips, and your answer came in the form of you reaching out to capture your mate’s lips, with your hand delicately caressing his cheek. Changbin kissed you like thanks to you, he was breathing once again after he had been underwater for too much time, and you made sure to kiss him with equal fervour, as the kiss quickly turned passionate and your limbs tangled together in somehow a messy way; you were sure your knees bumped against each other’s a good amount of time under the blankets, but Changbin’s hands were all over you and his lips were desperately praising your skin so you didn’t mind it.

Both of you gradually got needier, and what started out as a timid kiss in order to quench your aching souls, slowly turned into you and Changbin passionately making love, one hand intertwined together and his other hand desperately gripping your thigh as he tried not to be too rough with you. Butterflies soared in your stomach as he softly kissed along the shape of your scar as his length made its way inside you, rhythmically, slowly and deeply, making it almost impossible for you to catch your breath due to the fact you could perfectly feel every inch of his shape moving in and out of you anytime you clenched around him.

«At least during our first time, I don’t want to ruin you.» You felt Changbin’s smug smirk against your skin, and you instinctively scratched his back, drawing red lines in his honey coloured skin. Your rough and unexpected action caused Changbin to moan right against your ear – a new wave of wetness pooling into your abdomen due to his raspy and deep voice, and his harsh thrust caused the bed to slam against the wall.

«Again, Changbin, please.» you whimpered, you hand delicately scratching once again from his shoulders to his waist, and you felt Changbin’s skin erupt with goosebumps anywhere you touched. «There’ll be countless times to be soft, in the future.» you pushed his waist closer to yours, even if he was completely buried inside you, in the needy desperation to feel him even closer. 

Changbin looked at you, swollen lips and eyes blown with lust, and all the promises to be soft flew out of the window as soon as you nodded at him with a kiss to seal your silent approval. Changbin’s pace was so rough and intense that you started feeling on cloud nine even before you felt the sensation of your orgasm approaching; you loved how he could not keep his hands off you, and you loved how the warm sensation of his touches lingered on your skin even if his hands were already somewhere else; you silently blamed yourself, because you could have done this for years. Changbin’s arm slid under your thigh just to bring it higher, in order to reach even deeper, his pelvis occasionally brushing against your clit and making you see stars every now and then, the mattress slamming against the wall in a quicker pace. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tried to sneak your hands on your clit, in a desperate attempt to feel his twitching length buried even deeper, but your wrist was quickly blocked and harshly slammed next to your head.

«How can my mate be so greedy? Isn’t my dick enough?» Changbin’s cocky and raspy voice mixed to his harsh thrust made you whimper, and you saw his eyes flashing red for a second. You quickly shook your head, mumbling incoherent phrases about how he was perfect, and you wanted more, more and more.

«Good, doll. Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so.» Something in Changbin’s dominant and arrogant tone triggered your orgasm, and you closed your eyes in a loud, desperate moan of your mate’s name as you held him close to your body. Changbin came few moments later, his cheeks flushed red as he released while being buried deep inside you. You came back to your senses with a loud sigh, feeling Changbin’s sweet kisses all over your face, making you giggle and slightly shake your head.

«It tickles!» you smiled, and Changbin kissed your forehead, before slowly sliding outside of you, trying to be as delicate as possible. Clenching around nothing, you silently wondered if the two of you would have been able to do it again before leaving the inn and, much to your shame, you realized too late that Changbin felt your emotions once again.

«Anytime you want.» he simply promised, as the two of you re-adjusted your positions in order to cuddle together.

«I’m really sorry for that scar, doll.» Changbin said few moments later, and you felt your drowsy state dissolve. Your heart clenched, because you realized that he had probably spent these years blaming himself for your behaviour.

«It’s not your fault,» you explained, without giving him the possibility to interrupt you. «I had been stupid, I knew your pack was around and still underestimated the risks.» you raised your head, to meet his glance. «I’m sorry that I took it out on you.»

Changbin sighed, shaking his head and hugging you even closer, your head once again laying on his chest so that you could relax by hearing his calm heartbeat.

«Come live with me.» he said, kissing your hair. «You won’t have to hide your powers. Chris’ mate - my Alpha, is also a witch, so we are used to magical powers. Plus, we wouldn’t have to cross the entire forest just to see each other, anymore.»

You nodded immediately, and erupted into a wide smile as soon as you felt Changbin’s heart rapidly pick up pace.

You expected a den of wolves would look like a lot of things, but honestly, you never expected to find a row of eight well-ordered and separate wooden cottages surrounded by trees. Changbin’s pack was rather friendly, and they all happily greeted you, recommending not to hesitate to ask if you needed anything.

«We can go and get the remaining of your things in the afternoon.» Chris said, as you finished telling him how you have been kicked out because of your magic powers. You nodded, thankful and low-key nervous to shop up at the village once again, when two arms suddenly wrapped themselves around your shoulders. Chris’ mate was hugging you, with a soft smile on her face.  

«You don’t have to worry anymore, you’re home now. We’ll protect you.» she offered, and you timidly smiled back, returning her hug.

Contrarily to what you believed, Changbin’s house was not messy, but neat and clean. He quickly made some space for you to place your belongings, and proudly pointed to an almost empty bookcase.

«You can put your magic books there, if you want?» Changbin said unsure, nervously scratching his nape. «I believe you have more books in your old house and I tho-» you interrupted your mate sentence by standing on your tiptoes and pecking his lips.

«Thank you.» you smiled, Changbin’s relief pervading your senses and your gratefulness pervading his. He smiled, before pulling you closer to his chest by his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

«So, about that thing you thought at the inn…» you giggled at Changbin’s quick change of mood, and let him effortlessly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom.

«I’d say we have a lot of catching up to do.» you answered, tangling your hands into his hair as he laid the both of you on the bed.

«We’d better get started, then.» Changbin’s voice dropped at least an octave, as he was busy leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin, and your legs tightened around your mate’s waist.

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[adverbally]

God…. Thinking about that fic you posted about Steve going into subspace and Eddie misunderstanding and just leaving him by himself in the middle of nowhere - that wrecked me!!!! Such good good angst (I have long wordy thoughts, please ignore if it’s too much!!)

Thinking about Steve somehow stumbling back to his car and his house in a haze and not being able to explain why he feels so awful the next few days, and deciding to shove everything in a box and bury it

Eddie and Steve avoid each other until s4 happens. Eddie slowly lowering his walls and realising that steve is a good guy, if not one of the best and starts paying attention, starts putting together the pieces of all the shit Steve’s been through and vows to be there, to be the one take care of him

Maybe one day in the future, after they’ve been drinking - Steve being tipsy and loose from the liquor - finally lets himself flirt with the pretty boy his been pining after again.

And maybe while they flirt, Eddie brings up their last time together, and Steve lets it slip, how he felt - the floaty haze, the cold shock, the bad feeling that dragged after, trying to laugh off how it was probably insecure jock behaviour, how stupid it was that he sat around that lake for ages, how he felt drunk getting back to his car, back home - that is was good he was alone so no one could see him fumble.

Steve watching in real time as Eddie’s grin slowly drops, his face turning paler than he’s ever seen, only stopping at most broken, whispered “Steve” he’s ever heard.

Just,,,, of all the stuff Steve’s been through, steve puts it on the back burner bc he chalks it up to them being young and stupid but it just… wrecks Eddie for a while

I can’t believe you came in my askbox and hurt my feelings about my own fic like this 😭

But seriously, I love talking about this stuff so feel free to come off anon and message me! 💕

I hope you enjoy this little fix-it follow up to You Tattered Me, You Tethered Me to You based on this amazing idea. (And I think this is my first askbox fic?! I’m so excited!)

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Steve’s face is already warm from drinking but the way Eddie is looking at him makes his cheeks flare even hotter. It’s embarrassing, remembering how clingy he had been, how he had wanted that closeness while also being ashamed of it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Steve, I’m sorry,” Eddie interrupts. “You never… I didn’t realize that’s what happened. I thought you were having some sexuality crisis, not…” He sighs, floundering for the right words through the haze of alcohol. “I should’ve seen what was going on and taken care of you.”

“What?” Steve scoffs. “Why should you have to babysit me just because I couldn’t pull myself together?”

So Eddie explains subspace and sub drop to him, answering all of Steve’s questions to the best of his ability. It makes Steve’s head swim, learning about a whole new world that he never knew existed, but Eddie is so patient with him. It hurts, too, finally having the words to ask for what he needed, long after he needed them.

“Well, I guess now you know for next time. If it happens again.” Eddie won’t look Steve in the eye, just fiddles with the rings on his left hand.

Steve pauses. It seems like a risk, being honest here, but the booze is making him brave and Eddie is so beautiful in the warm light of Steve’s kitchen. “It hasn’t happened since then. Just with you,” he confesses. Saying it out loud feels more intimate than Eddie fucking him had.

“Oh.” Eddie looks more shocked than anything. “That’s… flattering. Thanks,” he says softly, glancing at Steve from the corner of his eye with a small smile.

“Is that weird?” Steve is immediately prodding him, trying to gauge what that reaction means. “Like, do you think it means something?”

Eddie takes a long sip of his beer like he’s steeling himself for something. Gathering his courage. “I don’t know that it’s weird, per se. And I can’t tell you what your feelings are, but I think maybe…” He sighs, thumbnail picking at the corner of the label sweating off the beer bottle. “Maybe you let yourself get that deep because you trusted me. Maybe you haven’t felt that with someone since then.”

Steve wishes Eddie would look at him, really look at him. “Yeah, maybe. I thought you knew what you were doing and I let you take the lead because I hadn’t, um, been with a guy before. So I guess that takes trust.”

“I was a drug dealer hooking up with you in my shady van,” Eddie snorts. “Your self-preservation instincts could use some work.”

“Or I could just tell that you’re a good guy,” Steve fires back. “You gotta stop putting yourself down like that.”

Eddie is staring at him now. His eyes are wide and dark and shiny.

“I trust you, Eddie. I know it for a fact now, after everything that happened in March. I know that you wanna protect people and do the right thing. And you take shit so other people don’t have to, and you don’t hide who you are, and you made me feel so…” Steve rubs his forehead in frustration when the words don’t come fast enough. “I don’t know, it wasn’t just a subspace thing that time. I knew you were gonna take care of me as soon as we kissed.”

“Steve.” Eddie looks gobsmacked.

“I could be about to ruin our friendship right now, but I really like you.” He sounds pathetic to his own ears, pleading with Eddie to hear his words and feel the same. “I wanna let you take care of me, and I wanna take care of you right back.”

It catches Steve completely off guard when Eddie lunges forward and meets his lips in a sloppy kiss. It’s awkward and off-center, but it’s the best kiss Steve has ever had, especially when Eddie settles one hand on Steve’s hip and the other on his jaw and holds him close. He tastes like cigarettes and beer and a hint of cinnamon gum. Steve commits it to memory.

“I want that, too,” Eddie tells him, still so close that their noses are touching. “I want you.”

Their next kiss clacks when their grinning teeth collide.

[rawcherrycake]

Hell yeah, dumb little thing i mades (feel free to ask me questions through my askbox,,,)

Some more details that didn't fit:

I've got tooth agenesis, which basically means i was born without certain teeth (never developed). For my case it's the ones between the upper front and canines so i've got a pretty decent gap!

My favorite color is orange (with blue as a very close second)

Favorite animals are giant anteaters, turtles, sand piggies, cats, bats, porcupines, armadillos and pangolins (among others)

I've got some trauma with shootings, so loud bangs get me pretty on edge (almost had a panic attack in school because someone brought confetti)

I love collecting weird things (If it's ridiculous/has a stupid face i am making it mine)

Fluent on spanish (native), portuguese and english. I was taking a french course but had to stop due to floods

I've got a little sister and she is my baby

I'm libra! My birthday is the 24th of September

I'm a picky eater but love eating new foods. I'll basically taste anything, but if the first experience is bad i'm not even going near that food again LMAO

I've got a big purplish birthmark on my back, it's faded over time but when i was born my mom thought the doctors had dropped me (... Maybe that's true)

People seem to really like my second name (Valentino), but i once had someone tell me it didn't fit because it's a sexy name and i'm just adorable 😭

[i-like-cats-and-stars36]

So... I created a little ROTTMNT AU for MerMay...

*drumroll*

Introducing Mer!April AU!

So... it starts after April and the boys do a mission in the Hidden City docks and get into trouble with some sea yokai. April gets hit with a strange spell during the resulting fight, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on her.

At least, at first...

But soon after, April's skin starts get dry, she is always thirsty, itching for water, water, water and her mind is the same. The water seems to be calling her, its call giving the girl migraines and a dizzy, foggy mind.

She can ignore it for a few days, crunching the headaches and the strange new ways her body can ache for something up to the result of busy, dangerous lifestyle and a lack of proper rest.

But when she gets a bath one evening, her legs transform into a fish tail and when her lungs fill with water, it feels like she can finally breathe properly after days of suffocation and she drowns in the relief without realizing what is happening.

After awaking from the strange trance that befell her at first, April obviously panics at the sight of her legs getting replaced with a fish tail and calls the Turtles for help.

They come, shocked by what had happened to their friend and try to get her to the lair to further study what had caused this transformation and on the way back there, April transforms back to human form without any outside intervention. Donnie asks what April had done to detransform and she shrugs and says that she doesn't know.

This doesn't stay the only instance of a spontaneous April O'Neil mermaid transformation though.

Again and again, April starts to transform into a mermaid in the most random moments. Usually it's seems to be caused by her skin having contact with water for more than a few minutes, but no one is certain what makes April transform and detransform yet. Draxum says that it must be a curse by the sea yokai, but that he can't be for certain and neither does he know a way to free April of it.

So for now, April has to learn how to adapt to this curse and maybe even learn to see the good sides of it.

Luckily enough for her, she has three whole semi-aquatic turtle brothers and a loving family that can support her through it.

And here's another drawing of Mer! April's full mermaid form again!

It'd love to build on this AU even more, so please drop me questions about Mer!April into my askbox, it would make me very happy :3

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

“i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.” with Steven Grant

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 887

A/N: Just opened up my askbox for some requests!

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, poorly-edited

The service had been a lovely one. The reception even lovelier. 

The reception is even lovelier. 

Having stepped outside of the venue and into the cooled heat of the summer night for a moment’s rest from the festivities, you feel as if it was all a memory, a misfiring of neurons that made you believe that the day had truly happened. 

You’re tired, tuckered out. The type that only comes from not eating enough and feeling too much. 

Your bones ache, there’s a film of something stuck to your skin and inside your lungs. You’ve spent too much of the day outside, with too many people you’d spend at most an hour with. 

A grating static is littered like chalk dust inside your mind. The more you try to wipe it away the worse it gets. 

A rumble of laughter flows out from the open window, and it goes straight to your head in the worst of ways. 

It’s a horrid combination of too many things that, each one in moderation, would be alright to handle but put together like this are too much at once. 

You’re oversaturated. 

There’s an increase and decrease in noise as the door opens and closes, the bit of a drag on the second step that lets you know that everything is going to be alright, that you no longer need to struggle to keep the cracking mask on. 

“Hiya love,” his voice is warm, like the sun. “Everything alright? Lost each other in there, didn’t we? For a bit.” His arm comes to curl around your waist, he pulls you close to him. 

Everything is alright now. 

Guilt crawls up your throat at the poorly-hidden worry in his voice, “Sorry about that.” He’s wearing the cologne you got him for Valentine’s three years ago. He’s on his second bottle now. “Didn’t mean to run off.” 

“Well you didn’t go very far,” Steven shrugs. The movement against your own body is a redemption in itself. There’s a purr of laughter around his voice, “If anything I’d say it was a piss-poor attempt at running off.” 

You smile and laugh, breathing coming to you a little bit easier now that his body is warming yours up, now that it’s just the two of you again. “Didn’t take you long to find me.” 

He shrugs again. You suppose there isn’t an answer to that anyways, the pull between you and Steven inexplicable, though entirely tangible to the both of you. 

“You feelin’ alright, though, dearie? Somethin’ on your mind?” His free hand presses against your forehead, the side of your face. There’s a dimple between his eyebrows. 

You turn and look up at him, pressing the length of your body into his side. Even the rub of the fabric of his pants against your skin is enough, the truth of his own skin underneath shining through it all like seaglass. 

You know for a fact there’s a dopey grin on your face. Your arms come to circle around his neck like Saturn’s rings, your fingers come to play with the ends of his hair, “Just you.” 

“You wanna go home? Really, I wouldn’t mind, the band was gettin’ a bit on my nerves if I’m being honest,” he turns away for a moment, his voice dropping to a grumbling tone like it always does when he complains. “Don’t know what kinda stick that trumpeter's got up his arse but he’d be doing us all a good favour if he took it out and threw it far, far-.” 

“Steven,” your voice isn’t harsh, a gentle callback to the moment between you two that existed free of any trumpets. “I’m alright now,” you cup his cheek, gaze into the coffee cups of his eyes. He’s more concerned than you initially took it for, his light-hearted teasing a paper-thin veil. “Just needed a breather.” 

“You sure you don’t wanna go? It’ll be much nicer at home, Gus’ll be there n’all.” 

Steven loves live music, despite his complaints. He’s notorious for being the life of the dance floor whenever you two go out, and his eyes are still twinkling, the need to dance still present in his soul like a blossoming tulip. 

“I'm never more at peace than when I’m in your arms…when I’m with you,” you smile, trace the ridges and grooves of his nose, press your thumb into the prominent pockmark on his left cheek, right above his mouth. “Thanks for coming and finding me.” 

“‘Course honey, ‘course,” he swallows, tightens his grip on you a little. “You really wanna stay?” 

You nod, “I think I’ve got an hour or two left in me.”

He doesn’t stray from your side once after that, sweat dampening his forehead as he spins and spins to the music he seemingly hated. In something beyond your soul, his presence is steady and quiet like a rusted anchor.  

Steven’s hand is warm and soothing in yours, his voice hoarse and scratched an hour later, after you’ve said your goodbyes and are heading out. 

Your feet ache a little. For some reason, the nails of your hands are throbbing. Your soul is calm, soothed. 

As always, all you really needed was Steven. 

And Steven always came to you.

Thanks for reading, if you liked it, please consider leaving some feedback! I don't usually respond, but I obsess and re-read reblogs and comments constantly.

Masterlist here, requests here.

[lotrart]

Welcome to LotR Art!

I hate Tumblr's search function, and it hates me! In recent years, I've discovered the search function simply will not bring up posts from earlier than just a few years back, even if it was ridiculously popular back in the day. This, of course, excludes a significant amount of deeply lovely fanart from ever seeing the light of day again. There is so much fanart for Tolkien's works that has been lost to time on the greater internet, and I want to make sure the stuff we have here on Tumblr doesn't go that way, too!

With that in mind - please feel free to use the askbox to submit URLs of fanart you enjoy, or blogs I should go hunt through! Please @ me/tag me in posts as well if you're able - I'll see that and can go reblog it. I want to gather as much art as I possibly can here, and though I'll reblog anything from any time period, things from many years ago are absolutely gold to me and I want to bring them to the surface as much as possible.

If I reblog from you, it's because I know you post or reblog Tolkien stuff! Obviously no obligation to follow or reblog anything, but if you see something you like on here, I'd be delighted if you helped put it back into circulation. :)

My tag system is pretty simple: I tag based on character and story. There's definitely nuance to this - for instance, I'll tag fanart of little!Elrond and Elros as "silm", and fanart of adult Elrond as "lotr" - but I try my best. If you have any tags you'd like me to start adding to things, drop me an ask about it! I care deeply about information architecture and want to make sure it's as easy as possible for people to find things on here.

On my own I reblog things based on what I can find and what I'm interested in - for instance, I know less about the characters from The Silmarillion (edit, so I read the silm, sorry guys), haven't watched Rings of Power (edit, lmao oops now I have!), and adore Thranduil - but I will reblog anything sent to me or anything I'm tagged in, so don't feel like you need to limit yourself to things I reblog often!

[ohshcconfessions]

Welcome to ohshcconfessions! This is a confession blog for Tumblr's Ouran High School Host Club fandom.

This is a place to confess anything about the ohshc fandom, media, or characters

This blog is currently only run by me and I post mainly on a running queue. Sometimes I'll answer them straight out of the askbox. My main is @lnsane-ace and you can call me Ace.

If I have not posted your confession, feel free to ask me about it or send it in again! Sometimes I make dumb mistakes too.

(No, I do not agree with all the confessions I will post here. I simply give people a safe place to post them where others from the fandom can interact)

RULES (subject to change):

1. Keep confessions about OHSHC or its fandom. other confessions will likely not be posted.

2. Do not harass or specifically target others when sending asks. This includes name dropping or being bigoted towards them (such as racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc...)

Replying to others is fine, but try not to get into heated arguments, or your confessions probably won't be posted. Keep it respectful towards one another. (I’ve had some anon confessions turn into people berating me, so please try to respect each other)

3. Do not be NSFW. I don’t mind if you’re being a little suggestive, but i don’t want this blog to be 18+

4. If I think a confession will start an argument or is racist, misogynist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. towards any character or any real person, no, it will not be posted.

5. Enjoy! <3

TAGS MEANINGS:

#ohshc confessions - confessions about the ohshc media

#ohshc fandom confessions - confessions about the fandom of ohshc

#not confessions - posts that dont relate to ohshc

#mod ace answers - i answer questions you ask (related to the blog or OHSHC)

#crossover confession post - posts that may involve other fandoms/reblogs/just random talk with my mutuals

All in all, I hope this is a fun place for the OHSHC fandom to thrive!

[loreandorder]

The Gift of a Puppy's Love ♡

Femdom Wolfgirl x gn puppy sub (mentions of them wearing panties, though thats it)

cw: petplay with hybrid characters (ears, tails and canine senses/instincts), pussy eating, scent kink, domestic bdsm, power exchange, service, a tiny bit of angst, intimacy and romance

a/n: Hello again critters, I'm back with another little story for you all! This one is a bit more soft and romantic than the last, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless ♡

Please let me know what you think! And feel free to drop into my askbox if you'd like to see me write something specific in the future, I'm happy to take requests 🥰

~ Miss Lore xo

I heard a small shuffle outside my home office door and my tall wolf-like ears perked, swiveling slightly to hear better. The door clicked open quietly and soft warm light filled the room from the nightlight in the bathroom across the hall. A delicate scent I knew almost better than my own reached my sensitive nose and I spun my office chair around to face the door.

The bright light of the computer screen in the dark room burned into my dry eyes as I watched the cursor blinking away at me tauntingly. The clock on the screen read 2:48AM. I sighed raggedly and put my head in my hands, these reports were going to be the end of me.

I had recently been promoted, much to the annoyance of my new and very misogynistic manager, Dan. He had been an absolute prick to me from the moment I started working with him, but he had very quickly realized that he had the power to dump all his shitty tasks and responsibilities onto me too.

There was nothing I could do about it other than grit and bear it. I had worked so damn hard to earn this promotion, ten times harder than I would have had to at any other company, and it was given to me very begrudgingly. I was the only woman in my field at a male dominated company, and now that I had finally got this position I had no intention of giving them a reason to say “I told you so”.

“What are you doing up Puppy? Is everything okay?” I inquired gently but urgently, focusing my senses to search for any sign of danger in the house or signs of distress from the blanket wrapped figure in the doorway. I had tucked them into our large cozy bed hours ago, and it wasn’t normal for them to be up in the night, something had to be wrong.

“You never came to bed, Alpha…” Puppy’s soft voice had a worried tone that instantly set my heart racing with my own worry. I reached out for them instinctively and they came to me without hesitation, crawling into my lap with their legs hanging through the arms of the chair.

I wrapped one arm around them, fitting their body to mine, and tucked Puppy's head down against my chest. I then reached down to make sure the pup was wearing their cozy socks and tucked the edges of the blanket around them securely to keep them warm in the cool office. I ran hot, Puppy ran cold, and I was forever fussing over them with blankets, socks, and sweaters. In the winter my instincts went into overdrive, and I’d spend the whole season obsessively perfecting a nest in our room to keep my sweet Pup warm and safe through the cold months.

“I’m sorry Puppy, Alpha got carried away with work. Did you have a nightmare?” I rumbled comfortingly and stroked their back with my warm hands.

“Nuh uh,” they replied, nuzzling into the crook of my neck where my scent was strongest. Sometimes, I wondered if my scent was like a drug to them, they could never seem to get enough. I wasn’t about to complain though, I loved the way my little pup was always worshiping the sensitive area with nuzzles or their wonderful little mouth. Oh how I loved their plush lips and the wetness of their delectable tongue.

“No? What’s wrong then Pup?” I asked and returned their affections by nuzzling into the top of their head, breathing them in and enjoying the feel of their soft curly hair.

“I missed you!” Puppy whined and sat up to look at me, “and you’re so tired Alpha! That awful man makes you work too much!” Their whine turned into a fiery little growl that made me smile down at them in adoration.

“Don’t worry My ferocious little guard Pup, Alpha is okay. No more worrying, that’s my job.” I brushed their chocolate curls back from their face and cupped their cheeks. To my surprise their face scrunched up in what I guessed was their adorably pathetic attempt at a stern look.

“Alpha needs to relax and get a good sleep! You’re gonna get sick and then I won’t know what to do to make you all better again!” they barked in their sweet little voice.

I gently squeezed their thigh in warning, “I appreciate the concern little Pup, but you need to watch your tone with your Alpha.”

Puppy flushed pink in the low lighting and dropped their chin in deference, but to my surprise they continued to speak, “Please Alpha, please come to bed now. For me? Pleeeease Alpha?” they whined, and as they looked up at me from beneath their beautiful long lashes I knew my little pup had won. My smart little Puppy knew my weaknesses, and they knew exactly when I was in just the right state for them to use them against me.

I sighed and my body sagged, curling around Puppy with exhaustion. I rested my forehead in the crook of their delicate neck and a few tears slipped from my eyes to their skin. Puppy was right. I was pushing too hard, and as strong as I was I would break eventually. When that time came it wouldn’t only be me that suffered, Puppy would suffer too and that was not something I would ever allow to happen.

Puppy wriggled their arms free from my hold and wrapped them around me, whimpering softly. I squeezed my eyes shut and refused to let anymore tears fall, I didn’t want to concern my pup anymore than I already had. It broke my heart to know that they must have been worrying about me for a while now, I thought I had been hiding my stress and exhaustion well. Apparently I hadn’t done good enough. Then again, where would we be a month, even a few weeks, from now when I finally burnt out had Puppy not noticed?

“It’ll be okay Puppy. Let’s go to bed, okay?” I lifted their head from my shoulder and stroked their cheek lovingly before gently helping them to their feet. I took their hand in mine and led Puppy towards our bedroom. My body was tense and achy from all the time spent hunched over my desk recently and I had a feeling that without the help of sheer exhaustion I would be too tense to sleep.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I entered our bedroom. “Puppy? What’s going on?” I looked over to them in confusion. The bed was made and all of our pillows were propped up against the headboard in the middle of the bed, and I could tell that Puppy had been fussing over the perfect placement. The lights in the room were off, but placed around the room were some of my favourite candles from my collection. The light scents of Lavender, chamomile, sage, and a note of cedar wood flowed over me and I let out a content rumble.

“What’s going on in that beautiful little brain of yours Pup?”

Puppy turned pink again in the flickering candlelight and bashfully fiddled with their blanket, “you’ve been working so hard to take care of us Alpha, I-I want to help you relax. I want to make you feel g-good so you have sweet dreams…”

I cocked my head and smiled at my puppy adoringly. They truly were such a special little creature, I was so incredibly lucky to have found them.

“Are you sure Puppy? Just getting to snuggle up with you is more than enough to make me feel good, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes Alpha, I know… but I want to, I really, really want to. Please Alpha, please let me make you feel good. I need it Alpha, please,” they practically whimpered with the desire to serve and care for their Alpha as they pleaded.

I reached out and cupped their face, stroking their cheek lovingly with my thumb, a massage would be quite heavenly right about now. “okay Puppy, I’m all yours,” I leaned in and pressed a slow emotion filled kiss to their soft lips making them whimper with happiness. “Where would you like Alpha to be for your service?”

“O-on the bed please Alpha, I set the pillows up so they would be most comfortable to prop you up, but I’ll adjust them for you if you need!” Puppy dropped their blanket in a pool around their feet in the doorway as they excitedly went around to my side of the bed. I smiled warmly at their enthusiasm, my little Pup was always so eager to please.

Puppy raced around to my side of the bed and brought my attention to the shirt folded neatly on the edge of the bed. “I got your favourite cozy shirt out for you Alpha! Please put it on and get comfortable,” they said happily as they presented the large oversized sleep shirt to me. It was my favourite, a soft old tshirt I had got at a concert years ago. It fell to my mid thighs and turned me into a shapeless rectangle, but it was my most comfortable piece of clothing and I'd be damned if I let the way it made me look keep me from wearing it. I was very appreciative of my thoughtful Puppy for choosing it.

“Thank you darling.” I said as I took in the sight of my cute little puppy standing at the ready with my clothes. They were wearing a pair of adorable green panties with bows on the hips and a tshirt on their petite curvy frame, their hair was an adorable curly mess from which their floppy little ears protruded, and the look of devotion and joy on their face made my heart swell and eased a bit of my tension already.

I slowly began to strip in the flickering candlelight, not taking my eyes off of Puppy. I could see them trembling with excitement as they watched me, but not once did they falter from her position, waiting patiently with their offering. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra with a sigh of relief as my breasts and ribs were set free from the cursed contraption. I set my discarded clothes on the end of the bed and began to slide my trousers down my legs.

I raised an eyebrow at them in question, maybe I had been wrong about the massage. What did my little Puppy have in mind? I could feel myself slicken at the mystery. I complied with Puppy’s polite request and proceeded to slide my underwear down over my wide hips to the floor

“Your panties too please, Alpha,” Puppy said politely.

I stepped out of them and towards Puppy, reaching out for my shirt. Puppy passed the shirt off and began to collect their Alpha’s discarded clothing as I slipped the shirt over my head, closing my eyes in pleasure as the soft comforting material encompassed my body. I sat on the end of the bed and watched Puppy tenderly as they sorted my clothing into the proper hampers in our closet, when they returned to me I pulled them into my arms and hugged their small frame. Puppy wiggled happily in my arms, their soft brow tail wagging contentedly as I ran my hands along their back and sides just enjoying the feel of my love in my arms.

I would have been more than content to lay down and continue the snuggle, but apparently Puppy was determined to have their plans come to fruition because after a few moments they pulled back a bit so they could look into my face.

“I could stay in your arms forever Alpha, but if we stay like this too long I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep sitting up, which won’t be a good sleep at all! I want to help Alpha relax so she has a restful sleep and sweet dreams” they pouted slightly.

I chuckled at their adorable determination, and leaned in to rest my forehead against theirs. I smiled softly at them, “alright my Pup.” I pressed a loving kiss to their lips before unwinding myself from them and turning to crawl up the bed. I swished my long, silky golden tail as I went, giving my puppy a teasing glance at my nakedness and smiled mischievously at my pup’s eager whimpers. When I made it to the top of the bed I looked over my shoulder at the small pup and wiggled my butt, widening my stance slightly to give them a better view of my wet slit.

Puppy trembled and whined, “Aaaalpha!”

I chuckled at them, “what is it pup? Isn’t this what my little pet wanted?”

“No! W-well, you know I always want that, but that’s not what I planned for t-tonight… unless that is what you want instead of course Alpha!” Puppy was getting increasingly flustered.

I smiled softly and decided to give the poor little thing a break, I flopped onto my back and sank into the heavenly plushness of the pillows letting out a sigh of contentment. “No Pup, Alpha was just teasing. You look oh so pretty in that shade of pink! Now, what is it you’ve got planned, my sweet pup?”

Puppy briefly hid their face in their hands in embarrassment much to my amusement, before seeming to work up the courage to crawl up onto the bed and settle between my legs. Almost instantly Puppy's hands were absentmindedly trailing upon my skin, touch was a very important connection for the two of us, and whenever we were within arms reach of each other the urge to be in contact with the other's skin was instinctual. Puppy kneeled there between my thighs, looking at me shyly and I waited patiently for them.

“A-are you comfortable Alpha? I can adjust the pillows for you!” they asked enthusiastically.

I smiled and reached out to brush my fingers against theirs, “it’s perfect Pup, I’m so comfy, thank you my good pup.”

Puppy wiggled happily at the praise, their tail thumping lightly against the mattress. “I’m glad! Are you ready Alpha?” their hands began intentionally exploring higher up my thighs pausing to fiddle with the edge of my shirt as they waited for consent.

I nodded, “yes Puppy, Alpha is ready for your sweet service.”

“Thank you Alpha!” Puppy yipped quietly with joy and continued their exploration. They pressed their fingers more firmly into my tense muscles as they slowly pushed my shirt up to my tummy exposing my neatly groomed pubic mound and glistening slit. I watched as their gaze fell upon me, and the need that always filled their eyes when they looked at their Alpha like this made warmth spread throughout my body. So that was their plan then.

“Enjoying the view Puppy?” I asked them with a grin.

“Uh huh!” they replied and their tongue lolled out of their mouth as they panted excitedly. Puppy’s fingers danced across my skin back down towards my cunt and I exhaled with a soft moan as they softly pet the fur there reverently. “My Alpha is so beautiful! Puppy is going to make Alpha feel so good! Yes, yes, yes, she is!” they cooed.

Oh, my Puppy must have really needed this too, I could already tell from the slight change in their speech that they were sinking into that special headspace of theirs at a rapid pace. I was in for a real treat tonight.

Puppy's soft petting turned into sensual caressing of my thighs, hips and pelvis with occasional dips back down to play with my pubic fur. I leaned my head back against the pillows and closed my eyes, sighing with pleasure at the love and affection in their touch, but the heat was building in my core and I could feel even more wetness pooling between my thighs as the tension began to leave my body. I knew my sweet pup wasn’t teasing though, just taking their time in their endeavor to make their Alpha feel good. They were already doing such a good job.

I felt them shift on the bed and then felt a warm breath against my pussy. Puppy nuzzled against my public mound and whimpered, “you smell soooo good Alpha, and you’re so drippy already!” The desire in their sweet voice was almost palpable and I opened my eyes to peer down at them. They nuzzled against me once more before settling down on their belly and looking up at me devoutly from between my thighs.

I held their gaze and reached down to stroke their soft hair, giving them a little scratch behind their floppy ear, “you look so incredible between Alpha’s thighs, you’re such a good little puppy,” I crooned.

Puppy’s eyes glazed over dreamily at my words and their tail wagged happily behind then. They basked in the praise for a moment, then lowered their gaze from mine to look down at my dripping sex hungrily, and then Puppy’s hot little mouth was upon me. I dropped my head back to the pillows and gasped out a moan, my fingers digging into Puppy’s curls at the sudden sensation of their tongue lapping against my folds. Puppy moaned back at me and doubled their efforts, burying their face in my cunt enthusiastically without a single care for the wet mess they were getting all over their face. I knew Puppy loved having their Alpha’s juices smeared all over their skin, my deeply sexual scent would linger on my pup for days and they always wore it proudly. I secretly loved it too, and the thought of it made me gush even more, my hips jerking up against Puppy's face involuntarily.

Puppy flowed with the jerk of my hips, using one hand to stop them from fully dropping again and took advantage of the new angle. They lapped against my entrance before stiffening their tongue and burying it into me as far as they could. They explored with their tongue, looking to get as close to that special spot inside me that they were oh so talented at finding with other parts of their body as well.

I writhed at the feeling of their hot tongue working its magic inside of me, “Gods Puppy, you’re such a good pup!” I panted. My exhausted body yielded to the pleasure my pup was bringing me and melted into the comfort of the bed. Puppy took their time fucking me with their tongue, drawing out my pleasure, their tail wagging happily behind them the entire time. Everything felt so perfect, everything except my throbbing and now neglected clit.

“Puppy,” I eventually all but sobbed as I tugged on Pup's hair, “you’re doing so good, but Alpha needs your mouth somewhere else.”

Puppy withdrew their tongue from my body and whimpered with delight as I tugged on their hair forcing their mouth to my clit instead. Their lips latched on greedily and they began suckling at my clit. My body tightened at the sensation and my back arched as a carnal moan ripped from my throat. Heat was building inside me and I threw my head back, rocking my hips up, grinding desperately against Puppy’s face chasing the orgasm I could feel building quickly inside me.

Puppy moaned into my pussy in response, and when they suddenly slipped two fingers deep inside me it almost stole my breath away. My observant little pup knew I was getting close and they were eager to push their Alpha over the edge into bliss. Puppy curled their fingers inside me rhythmically as they worshiped my clit with their mouth and I could feel the telltale tingling that always spread through my body in warning of an oncoming release.

“Fuck! Good Puppy, you’re so good, you’re gonna make Alpha cum all over that pretty little face,” I praised as pressure built inside me. Puppy immediately upped the ante by increasing the speed and pressure of their fingers while flicking their tongue deliciously against my clit, finally pushing me over the edge.

I moaned euphorically, fingers tightening in Puppy’s hair as I rode their beautiful little face and fingers through my orgasm. When it had finally subsided my body turned to jelly and I released Puppy from my grasp, melting once more into the mattress with half lidded eyes. Puppy slid their fingers from my dripping cunt and crawled up my body, straddling my waist and settling their weight on me like they knew I loved. I looked up into their beautiful eyes that were alight with pride and joy and stroked Puppy’s soft hips lovingly.

“Did I make you feel good, Alpha?” Puppy asked eagerly and I chuckled.

“You did indeed my sweet little Pup, and I made quite the mess of you in the process. Come here,” I reached up to the back of their small neck and pulled their face down to my own, flattening my tongue I licked the side of their face and reveled in the taste of myself on my pup.

Puppy whimpered and wriggled, “A-Alpha!” they squeaked in embarrassment, but from the way they rocked on top of me I could tell they loved it.

“As if you don’t love when your Alpha licks you clean, you silly little thing.” I pulled them into a warm kiss despite their sticky face and with my other hand I forced Puppy's hips to roll against mine, grinning against their lips at the wet cotton that ground against me. Releasing Puppy’s neck I gently cupped them through their panties, Puppy moaned and covered their bright red face in embarrassment as they humped needily against my palm.

“Thank you for taking care of Alpha, my dear Puppy. Tomorrow I’m going to take a sick day and show my Pup just how much their Alpha appreciates then, how does that sound?” I continued to lovingly stroke my fingers against them through their panties, and stared up at my adorably squirmy Pup.

Puppy began to hump even faster against my hand and tummy, “Y-you’re welcome Alpha, thank you for letting me serve you,” they gasped above me as their motions became more frantic, “please, that sounds perfect, I promise I’ll be so good!” they whined when I placed both hands on their hips and stopped her needy movements.

“I know you will Pup,” I lightly smacked their bottom, “Now go clean up and bring me a washcloth too please Puppy.” Puppy’s disappointment at the loss of friction was quickly gone and replaced with a delighted eagerness to serve despite their current predicament. Gods I loved how much my puppy craved any opportunity to serve me, they were so perfect in every way I could think of.

Pup leaned down and nuzzled into my neck before they were gently climbing off me and scurrying to our ensuite bathroom. My eyes quickly dropped shut as I lay there contentedly and listened to the sounds of Puppy washing up. I hadn’t felt this relaxed and utterly blissed out in what felt like forever now, and I was so grateful for my intelligent and loving little Pup. My mind began to drift off towards unconsciousness, but I kept her ears locked onto the sounds of Puppy in the other room. They were quick with their task and were soon enough padding quietly back into the room, and while I registered their arrival it was like my eyelids weighed a tonne and refused to open. Puppy didn’t seem to mind though as I felt them crawl onto the end of the bed followed by the damp warmth of a washcloth between my legs. Puppy took great care in gently wiping my over sensitized skin and down my thighs with the wet cloth and then patted me dry with a second cloth I hadn’t realized they brought.

“Thank you my darling Pup.” I said softly as I felt them retreating, they dropped a kiss on my inner thigh in response. When I heard them return I forced my eyes open and then sat up to help get the bed ready for sleep. Once we had reorganized the pillows and pulled back the blankets the two of us settled in together, me on my back with Puppy laying on my chest, one of their legs hooked over my thigh, blankets tucked cozily around us. As Puppy nuzzled into my chest I stroked their back soothingly and kissed the top of her curly head.

“Goodnight my precious Puppy, Alpha loves you.” I said quietly in their floppy little ear.

I closed her eyes, and with my Puppy held safely in my arms and a warmth in my heart I finally drifted off into a much needed sleep ₊˚⊹♡

Puppy squirmed against me as if trying to get closer to me than was physically possible and placed a kiss on the underside of my jaw, “Night night Alpha, I love you too.”

[johannestevans]

Flower

Doing short requests (<500w)! Request for all-the-way-through.

Feel free to drop requests in the replies or into my askbox. If you’d like a leave a tip for your own request or someone else’s, my tip jar is here.

Aven struggles in the bonds surrounding him, the vines as they curl and curve around his shoulders, around his neck, coiling around his breast, his belly. His pecs stick out with the pressure, his nipples feeling unusually sensitive as he breathes in more of the shimmering silver pollen that swirls on the air before his eyes.

The apothecary had said they would respond more aggressively if you struggled, and they do, coil around him very tightly as he shifts and moves in his place. When the first tip of the vine sinks into his arse, slick and immediate and pressing so deep into him he can’t believe it for a second, even though this is the point, even though he knew—

Aven can feel the apothecary’s eyes on him as the vines pull at his wrists and ankles and spread him wider against the wall, at the same time the two tentacles sink further into him, writhing as they find their way into his guts and at the same time thicken wider, another of them curling around his cock and squeezing at it, pulling at him. His skin is throbbing more and more, hot all over, even before two of them grasp his nipples and tug on each of them, pulling them out more. It’s making his chest throb, and he can feel his chest swelling, feel the skin stretching as his pecs plump up into tits.

Elf milk, the apothecary had said he wanted, that he’d pay for, elf milk, and to let his vines flower into the bargain, and when he’d laid the money on the table Aven hadn’t even hesitated before he’d started stripping off his clothes.

He doesn’t know the apothecary’s name, he realises, but he’s a handsome sort, has big dark eyes, pretty lips, a well-groomed beard, and Aven opens his mouth to ask, but what comes out is a moan as his tits flop forward, fattened up with milk and throbbing, heavy, aching, before the apothecary comes forward and attaches a little bottle with a suction cup onto each nipple and sets them to work. Aven howls out a noise, arching his back into the hard suck on each side, hearing the trickle and drip of the new milk out of his new tits, his cock bobbing hard between their bodies with the vine wrapped tight around it, its tip teasing the opening of his hole as if it’s going to sink inside him.

At the same time, he can feel the vines writhing in him, feel pre dripping out of his cock and his balls drawing up, feels so fucking full—

“Hey,” he manages to say through the haze of pleasure, “I don’t know your—"

He chokes, gagging, as the vines force their way up and out of his stomach, slide easily up his throat and pop out from between his teeth. He whines, writhing in place now entirely involuntarily, not because he means to.

“It’s alright, some of the vines are hollow – they’re designed to let you breathe. And when you breathe…”

Aven heaves in a wet gasp, tears on his cheeks, and then lets out a sharp howl as he feels the vines shift in his mouth, shift outside of his mouth, feels the buds widen and spread as they flower. His mouth feels like it’s been made into a fucking bouquet as the vines keep working their way through him, his gut a mess of shifting vines, moving under the skin.

“Can I suck you off?” the apothecary asks, and Aven gags again on the vines that are working through him, his thighs twitching, his arse and belly so full he feels like he might burst. “I’ll pay extra,” he adds.

Aven nods, which makes the vines in his throat bulge and shift more, and then groans as the apothecary drops to his knees and sucks Aven into his mouth in one smooth, easy motion.

[chuluoyi]

LOVER'S PLAYLIST

“can i go where you go? can we always be this close, forever and ever?”

a little thank you from me to you—for all the love and interactions for my silly little blog during two months of me being here!

[ status : closed ! ]

1K MILESTONE EVENT PLAYLIST

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NOTE ok first thing first, this is long overdue already bcs now i've gone past 1k—it's now 1.5k! thank u sm aaa <3 i never expected this. i still think my writing is kinda average and all but thank u for all kind words and interacting with me!

so what is this event? simple. pick your fave, prompt, setting, add your idea—then send it straight to my askbox!

how does it work? let us get a move on...

INFO

i will write 7 fics, ranging from 2k ~ 5k words, and mostly made up of angst, fluff or a combination of both

i will choose from what’s been sent to my askbox. so it’s possible for me to combine two similar requests or drop it (sorry!)

each prompt and setting can only be used once. i'll regularly update this post to cross out prompts and settings that are already taken!

anons are allowed, but since this is a followers event, i’ll prioritize the ones who choose to be off anons—i appreciate you for doing so!

with the speed of my writing, as always, please kindly expect delayed releases. there are still weekly series and regular requests—ah, you just have to make me reach 1k now, don’t you? :')) and now it’s 1.5k… really, love y'all!🫶🏻

now on to ordering...

HOW TO ORDER the format: character — prompts — setting — additional ideas

✧ pick your character ! for this event, the character roster are limited to:

✧ pick your prompts ! rules: max up to 3

1. “nah, i’d win.” 2. “i can show you incredible things.” 3. “i just have to ask. will you go out with me?” 4. “you don't deserve to be unhappy. and i don’t want to be unhappy, either.” 5. “i will protect you.” 6. “why did you do that?!” 7. “we are getting a divorce.” 8. “shut up and kiss me.” 9. “you have been kind of obvious.” 10. “if you feel safer with me being here, then i’ll be here.” 11. “it’s me and not him!” 12. “i suck at telling people my feelings, but i love you. i still do.” 13. “i can't do this anymore.” 14. “don't act innocent when we both know what filth come out of your mouth just five minutes ago.” 15. “tell me the truth. what are we?”

✧ choose your setting ! rules: max up to 1

♡ happy marriage: you are married to the love of your life♡ married on purpose: marriage of convenience with your enemy seems to be what would solve your problems right now ♡ lover’s quarrel: fights, words you don’t mean—is this what it takes for your relationship to end?

ah i ran out of ideas. i’m opening the last four slots to cater to your desired ideas—give me your best!

✧ lastly, shoot it right to my askbox! please tell me it’s for the event so i won’t confuse it with the regular requests! add your own idea too while at it, it'll be waaay more helpful!

if you want to use the available setting:

e.g. “for 1k event, gojo — prompt x and x — married on purpose — and i have an idea: yadda yadda yadda

if you want to suggest your own setting:

e.g. “for 1k event, megumi — prompt x — and i have a suggestion: yadda yadda yadda and it should be yadda yadda yadda

end of the word, thank you again for 1.5k!🫶🏻 if you have any questions regarding this event, feel free to ask me! hope you'll enjoy the 7 upcoming fics from this event!

[pfhwrittes]

Super Casual Announcement Time

hi hello, it's me p. back again with another super casual announcement.

it's official, it's confirmed. i've done my final pre-surgical consultation. providing i don't do anything a bit silly in the next 7 days (like falling down the stairs again), this time next week (27th march) i will be having top surgery.

so what does that mean for this blog? i assume i'll probably drop off the face of the earth for 3-4 days around then as i suddenly adjust to being titless and fancy free. but knowing me, i'll probably make a vaguely incomprehensible post to inform you all that i'm fine. i'm pretty bad at staying off tumblr when i should be doing tasks.

what does this mean for my writing projects? everything will remain on hiatus / semi-hiatus until i can comfortably sit and write stuff post-surgery. or i'll dump little thoughts out via the mobile app. i haven't really figured it out yet.

how am i feeling? suddenly very nervous and excited! i have developed a mild tremor in my hands whenever i think about having surgery too much and i get the urge to scream very loudly into a pillow. i'm not great with managing big feelings so i tend to bottle everything up. i'm sorry if i come across as flaky or snappy! i don't mean to. my poor swiss cheese brain is yelling "SURGERY! SURGERY! SURGERY!" at increasing volume inside my head.

how are the Horrible Creechurs feeling? increasingly clingy. dolly is currently sat on my shoulder purring and drooling on me. i think she's trying to soothe me in the way that only cats can. mango and charlie have both taken to sleeping on my chest or legs whenever they can get away with it.

is there anything you lovely lot can do to help? i don't think so! i'm notoriously bad at asking for help so i'll just quietly link my ko-fi jar again if you have a few bob to spare. don't feel any pressure to donate, i'm aware it's a bit cheeky of me to ask.

do i have any other way of contacting you all if/when i go quiet? kind of? i recently found my discord account and have updated that so i can talk to my friends but 1) i'm kind of shy about asking to add people on discord and 2) i have no idea how it works because i'm kind of uncool like that. feel free to DM me if you want to add me! otherwise i guess we'll have to rely on tumblr's ever amazing askbox and private messaging features.

okay i think that's everything? i know i said on my first announcement post that i would try to set up a queue but i'm going to be realistic and admit that i'll just forget. okay bye!

[childofsardior]

Heyaa

Going to close the askbox soon, probably in a day or so!

If you have any current questions about my SM AU, feel free to drop it in my askbox! If not, dw, I will probably open it again one day, for a week or so like this time.

Then I will reply to the asks that are left in the askbox in the following days, when I have enough time!

[goldenpinof]

A rant from Moscow doomer incoming. Sorry if I'm overwhelming you or if this is tone deaf considering everything. Just ignore this ask if that's the case.

Apparently the russian government is going to block YouTube this september. There were rumors ever since the war started, but now they actually seem to be true.

I wouldn't be worried if there was at least one vpn that would be working all the time, but this year even the paid ones started shutting down. Now I need to try 5-6 different apps just to open any non-state media site or even that petition to add more regions to the tour. I wouldn't be surprised if by september either most of vpns are banned or I am declared a criminal for using one :)

The laws keep getting more insane, people are being jailed left and right for 5-10 years, and if they aren't jailed, they are designated as "foreing agents" and their constitutional rights are restricted without any trial.

Every day I just cling onto YouTube for my dear life, because it's the only thing that connects me to the outside world, providing both information and escapism. And now even that will probably be gone.

I can still travel (kinda), but I can't actually move to another country cause I can't leave my family here and can't afford to take them with me either. I used to joke about the new iron curtain ever since I was a teen, but now it's becoming my day to day reality and it's terrifying.

Maybe next year I'll be watching DnP's videos from a contraband DVD sold in a dark alleyway.

Sorry again for dropping this into your askbox. Thank you for reading.

try Psiphon, if you haven't before. download it on your laptop/pc and phone and turn it on. the only free vpn that was saving us in 2020 when the gov shut down literally everything after the elections. god, those times feel like a surreal dream right now. like, what do you mean even banks were shut down? yeah. for some time they were.

about people being jailed. welcome to our reality. i'm waiting for y'all to massively flee, because that's the only way. you can't fight, but you can run. for now.