#i saw ur other ask too but wanna take my time to answer so!! but ty for still dropping by again mwah mwahhh

[taegularities]

Lovely Rid, hi I just had an epiphany and I thought I should share it, heh. (It’s dreamgirl btw😙)

Since the release of Golden, something has been bothering me. wHAt does Standing Next to You sound like??? Why does it sound so familiar??

My first thought was that it gave me The Weeknd vibes but you know… without the ick. And then idk I wasn’t really settled on that idea but it kept bothering me and bothering me like idk man, what is it? What is this sound and WHY can’t I put my finger on it?

So anyway, it hit me today. (About five minutes ago, ngl) and I got it! It’s My Old Piano by Diana Ross😭😭😭😭 I don’t know if anyone has pointed it out yet or if anyone has debunked it but it has the same vibes?? Idk idk, I just wanted to tell you😭🤣

hi my lovely!!! i gave the song a listen bc i didn't know it before, and i see what you mean :') it's the beat in the background, definitely similar vibes!! also i might be the only one, but i also get such love yourself (jbieber) vibes from too sad to dance? just me?? ok.. >:(

no one's pointed it out so far!! but thank you for sharing, found new music to listen to that way 🤣

[fallingformatt]

“IM NOT THAT SCARY AFTER ALL” C.S.

dealer Chris x fem!reader

summary: what happens when you go to the beach with your dealer in the middle of the night?

warnings: smut! 18+ unprotected sex, mentions weed

word count: 1.9k

a/n: heyy everyone my name is lily and this is my first fic, please don’t be hard on me. Leave suggestions or requests! Hope you enjoy

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I kept tossing and turning in my bed, I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me it was so hot in my room that even only wearing my oversized t-shirt that barely covers my ass and a thong I was still too hot to fall asleep. I picked up my phone to check the time. "Fuck" I said under my breath as the phone screen read 2:37 AM "Well there is only one thing that can help me," I said to myself as I swiftly hopped out of my bed, rushing to my vanity. I pulled out my pink 'makeup bag' which really wasn't a makeup bag but a special bag that holds weed for when I want to smoke and that's the beauty of it, my parents would never think to look in my makeup bag that is placed on my vanity, hiding in plain sight.

I pull on the zipper revealing the contents of the bag: some papers a lighter and a small tin container "Bingo" I say to myself getting excited to smoke. I opened the container and was left shocked. It was empty not even a little left for me to smoke. I sighed as I knew what my two options were. Option one go back to bed and try to fall asleep in this hell-like heat or option two message my dealer who I'm scared of. I try to see him as rarely as possible. Chris is so hot but also hella scary and always seems cold and distant so I always kept it short and always buy enough to last me at least a month. I weighed out my options and decided that there was no way that I was falling asleep without smoking so I grabbed my phone.

"hey r u still up?" I texted him and waited for an answer hoping he was still up so I could get my weed.

"yeah i'm still up, need something ma?" he answered. He always called me ma or princess which I found weird but never dared to say anything about it.

"can I buy my usual? im all out" I text right back happy that he's still awake

"sure ma gonna be there in five" he answers

I quickly go out of my room and check if my parents are asleep. I go down the stairs and quickly sneak out of the backdoor as I usually do since it's the furthest from my parents room and they wouldn't hear the door opening or closing. I go around my house and he's already at my front door waiting in his car. I quickly get in the car. "hey ma I like what ur wearing" he says smirking. I look down and realize I forgot to put on shorts or pants and now I'm sitting in his car bare ass on the seat as my shirt raised up a bit while sitting down. "well I rushed outside and it's really hot outside" I said quietly. "Do you have my weed?" I continued right after. "Of course I do ma, here," he said and pushed a baggie with weed in my hand. My eyes lit up seeing my goods and a smile creeps on my face as I reach out my hand with cash "Damn, you're so excited over some weed. You know it's not good to do drugs right?" he says in a cold tone taking my money. "Well, this weed is the only way I'm falling asleep in this weather. Besides you should want people to buy weed it's how you earn your money" I say back. "Do you wanna go somewhere cooler?" Chris asks. " Well I don't know, my parents are asleep" I answer. "Exactly they won't even know you left the house," he says smirking again. "You've got a point, sure let's go," I say.

This interaction was a bit different than all other ones. He didn't seem as cold as usual but maybe I'm just imagining things.

We have been driving for at least 10 minutes now and I'm sitting on my side both my legs horizontally on the car seat as I look through the window listening to the music that's quietly playing in the car. "Where are we going? You never told me" I ask as I turn my head. I saw Chris looking at my ass as it was fully visible in the position I'm sitting in. "We're almost there" his eyes quickly shot to the road as he answered. "Were you looking at my ass?" I say changing my sitting position. "Well ur the one who's not wearing any pants" he scoffs coldly. "I didn't know we would go somewhere" I quickly answer. "We're here," Chris says and I look outside the window. We are at the beach, the moon is shining and the waves look so calming. We both get out of the car and head to the shore.

We find a good spot and sit down. We are the only ones here no people in sight, just me and him. Well if I think about it he could kill me and no one would ever know, the thought of that made me uneasy. "You good ma?" he asks "Yeah I'm fine" I answer looking at the pretty waves as the warm breeze hits my skin. "This feels so nice," I say quietly. "It does, do you want to smoke?" he asks holding a joint that he had just rolled in between his fingers "You bet I do" I answer and he puts the joint in between my lips and lights it. I take a puff and let the smoke out. We finish the joint and sit for a bit.

I look at Chris and notice his beautiful features in the moonlight, my gaze moving from his hair to his lips, as my eyes travel down further my eyes fall to his crotch and I feel my panties dampen. He turns his head looking at me and his clear blue eyes with a hint of red surrounding them meet mine. "what's up ma?" he asks not breaking the eye contact. "You know, you're not as scary as I thought," I say looking down at my fingers and playing with the sand beneath me. "Why do you think I'm scary, do you think I'm going to kill you or something" he shoots back a question. "That thought did cross my mind if I'm being honest. You're always so cold towards me" I say and he chuckles at my confession. "I would never kill such a pretty lady. I always love seeing you ma" he says and a smile appears on my face.

"You wanna go for a swim?" he asks "I don't have a swimsuit" I answer "Neither do I, let's go anyway, cmon ma don't be shy," Chris says looking at me shooting me a quick smirk before standing up and pulling down his shorts and his shirt running towards the waves. I get up and pull off my t-shirt throwing it into the sand and covering my bare chest with my hands as I have no bra on.

I start running towards the ocean as well, seeing Chris already in the water fully swimming. I swim to him and he looks at me staring me down, till he glances at my boobs and licks his lips. "Kiss me," he demands with a lustful voice. He takes my hand and pulls me closer until our bodies meet pushing his lips onto mine unexpectedly. His tongue exploring my mouth before breaking the kiss. He moves to kissing my neck sucking on it leaving a mark. I tilt my head back and let out a quiet moan as he hits my sweet spot. "Oh you like that don't you ma," he says and moves to kiss my collarbones leaving a trail of kisses till he gets to my breasts nibbling on my nipple. "Oh fuck" I moan. "Tell me what you want, and I'm gonna give it to you princess," Chris says in a deep voice. "I want you" I manage to say. He grabs my hand and starts running towards the shore as I'm following him. We get to the shore where our clothes are.

I lay down and he crawls in between my legs his chain dangling above my face his eyes full of lust staring at my lips before smashing his lips on mine once again as we share a passionate kiss. He pulls down my thong not breaking the kiss, doing the same for his boxers. As we deepen the kiss his fingers move up and down my heat before slamming them into me. I throw my head back as a loud moan leaves my lips. "Oh fuuck Chris" I moan out loud as he continues to thrust his fingers into me at a rapid pace. "Tell me what you want," Chris says as his voice grows deep "I-I nee-" I try to say but can't finish the sentence. Chris suddenly pulls his fingers out of me and my eyes shoot open in frustration "Full sentences princess. Tell me what you want" he says his eyes darkening with arousal "I need- I need you in me Chris" I manage to squeeze out as my hips buck up yarning for him. His thumb presses against my lips before I open my mouth sucking on it. Without any warning, he pushes deeply into me causing me to let out a scream-like moan, tears forming in my eyes. Without letting me adjust he starts pounding into me his tip kissing my g-spot "Oh my god Chris you're so big" I moan as I throw my head back. He pounds deeply into me keeping the same rhythm hitting my g-spot with every thrust "Look at me" he says but I keep my eyes shut. "I said look at me princess," his voice getting deeper than before as he grabbed my jaw, and our eyes met. "Look at you, taking me so good princess," he says as he pushes his lips on mine my hand travels to his wet hair lightly pulling it and he places his hand on my thigh, our bodies sticking to each other like glue.

He continues to thrust deep and hard as my moans slip against his lips, my hands traveling to his back. He breaks the kiss and throws his head back, rolling his eyes and letting out an animalistic growl I feel my climax coming. "I- I- I'm close don't stop please don't stop Chris" I cry out as I arch my back, digging my nails into his back leaving scratch marks, bucking up my hips to feel him even deeper. Chris lets out a moan as his thrusts become more aggressive and faster. I dig my nails into the sand holding on to anything I can "I'm so close I'm gonna cum" I moan out as I feel my walls tightening around his cock. Chris hearing that thrusts in me harder than ever making me almost scream out in pleasure. His breathing became hitched as he trusted a few more times before cumming letting out a loud moan, leading to the knot in my stomach to unravel, I let out a pornographic-like moan as my orgasm took over me.

As we both came down from our highs, he pulled his dick out of me kissing me before laying in the sand next to me. He turned his head to look at me and said "Come here ma" and pulled me closer as I laid my head on his chest. We watched as the sun started to come up "See I'm not so scary after all" Chris said with a chuckle. "We should do this again" he continued and I nodded my head in agreement. "Common let's get you home," he said and we got dressed heading for his car.

[prodbyton]

Also!!! Do you have any recent pervert/loser Sohee thoughts swimming around in ur head that you would like to share with the class 🫵🏾🤨? Honest to god I never saw the appeal in that trope until I found ur blog PLEEK I think u and that other anon changed my brain chemistry a bit. I love the thought of down bad Sohee ghfdhjf it’s very pleasing to my brain I wanna eat him so bad. Pathetic and perverted Sohee is so real and I would be just as pathetic and perverted for him too. I’m nasty he nasty we chocolate chip cookies

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adding these two tg hehe

cw. dubcon ?? , sohees icky , +18 mdni

think of sohee as the boy you have to tutor before finals… how convenient that his worst subject is your best, and he’s attracted to the fact that you’re so smart…

sohee is a bit weird from what you’ve heard from others, and honestly when he came up to you after class you were a little skeptical about tutoring him, but you said yes because he was nearly begging and you have a hard time saying no. also he was super cute, how weird could be be?

so you’re in his dorm, sitting at his desk trying to explain the material in a way that he can understand. but he’s not paying attention, not when you were so close to him, not when if he looked just slightly off the screen of your laptop he could see down your shirt, not when your lips that were perfectly glossed and plump were so tempting and kissable, not when he wished that your hand on your thigh was his hand instead.

“do you think you can answer this question on your own?”

he’s snapped out of his thoughts when your tapping his shoulder, words booming through his ears and traveling quickly to his dick. he feels himself twitch in his pants and he knows he’s screwed. he was only halfway understanding the material, but you looked at him expectantly and all the knowledge in his brain turned into mush. so he takes a wild guess and hopes that he gets it right.

but he doesn’t. and he knows before you could tell him, because it’s evident on your face. he wants to feel bad, he feels stupid for not getting it right, but he can’t help but twitch again at the thought of you scolding him for not getting the answer correct.

“sohee, i don’t know how else to explain this to you, it’s honestly not even that hard…” your voice trails as you sigh and he has to bite his lip to stop a whimper from erupting from his throat.

the problem might not have been hard, but he definitely was.

“s-sorry… can you explain it again?” his voice is low and he blinks hard a few times while you start explaining it to him once again.

he can’t help the way his hips start moving in his seat, your words sounding like a foreign language to him besides the small “right?” “got it?” “hmm?” that leave you to make sure he was still with you. he would repeat the words back to you and hoped that you wouldn’t look down or take your eyes off the screen, he was humping the air and finding relief in your voice. his eyes traveled down your shirt again and he accidentally replies to you a bit too breathy, like a moan, and you look at the boy who was next to you. he wad red, his eyes low and his lip between his teeth. then you look down, cock hard in his pants that he was rutting against.

“are you… are you getting off right now? what the fuck?” you jump out of your seat and stare down at the boy with confusion and a tinge of disgust. you can’t help the way you start to feel your second heartbeat between your legs, slight smirk creeping on your face. he likes it, how dirty he feels for this, how you’re calling him disgusting and he’s asking for you to touch him, but you deny him, because he doesn’t deserve your help when he can’t even answer a simple question on his study guide.

you watch as he continues to hump the air while he sits in his seat, hands gripping both sides of the uncomfortable wooden chair as he throws his head back, he imagines those pretty fingers jerking him off, he imagines those lips sucking on his cock while he cums in your mouth, he imagines what your tits would look like squished together and suddenly he’s moaning out loud and trembling under your gaze, his release leaking through the layers of his boxers and thin basketball shorts and creating a big wet spot.

“so dirty,” you hold back a chuckle and he whimpers, he’s still trembling in embarrassment from cumming untouched right in front of you. with a deep breath you move closer to him, sitting back down in your chair but moving it closer to where sohee sits. his eyes shoot open wide when one hand rests on his thigh while the other touches the print of his still hard cock, dipping into the soaked through fabric. he looks at your hands then back at your face, which is dangerously close to his as you speak to him. “finish this problem for me, and i’ll reward you mkay?”

tbh i didn’t understand the perv trope until 2022 & my life has been changed since… also 🍓 anon i’m going to ignore the chocolate chip cookie slander, more like i’m nasty he nasty we cheesecake… hope you liked this i got a little carried away LOL

[mrsparrasblog]

i don't wanna rush you or anything cuz u should take ur time. Just wanted to let you know that we NEED more Rudy and Alejandro content😭. Rudy is criminally underrated 🥲 like an obsessed Rudy crushing on mc? My heart-

Hey sorry that it took a bit to answer.💓 I love Rudy with all my heart💓 He is so underrated 💓and have many drafts of him, but I never had something where he was like obsessed , but I tried my best if you don't like it Im sorry :(, you didn't say if you wanted smut so I just wrote it without smut. I was half asleep writing this ngl😭

Anyways here 💓☀️🦋

Sweet as Cinnamon

Rodolfo was never one to fall for just a pretty face; he wasn’t shallow; he needed more. He always had that picture of the future Mrs. Parra in his mind. She needed to be soft, cute, romantic, and tolerant of everything. She needed to be a safe space from all the demons in Las Almas which haunted him.

When he turned 35, he almost gave up on his dream, too many failed attempts at dating. There were the ones who dated him to get closer to Alejandro, the ones who couldn’t handle him being a Sergeant Major, and then the ones who were too much involved with the cartel business.

And then one day he met you. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but it was almost as close. The way you carried yourself, your charisma, the way you laughed, and the way your eyes sparkled, you were perfect for him.

He didn’t want to do anything more than approach you and ask you out on a cute date, but this time he couldn’t fail, not with his lifelong dream. So he made the only rational choice and became your shadow, trying to find out everything about you while constantly nagging Alejandro about how perfect you were.

"You know you could always talk to her," Alejandro suggested, not seeing the bigger picture Rodolfo saw. It needed to be perfect; you needed to want him before he made attempts; it should be natural. So he found out everything about you: the way you liked your coffee, your favorite book (which he bought and read to have something to talk to you about), your favorite film, favorite food, and even your workplace. It wasn’t a surprise for him that a sweet thing like you owned a bakery; everything was freshly baked by you, and it tasted like absolute heaven to him.

When he watched you through the window, he imagined you staying in your kitchen, him wrapping his arms around you while you baked for him and your kids - it would be perfect. And you would never even come across the cartel; you were a delicate flower that needed to be protected and cherished, and who would do the job better than him?

The hard part was getting the men away from you who also wanted you. Of course, he knew you were a sight that would make every man weak in his knees, but you were already his, and the other men needed to understand that.

Some people underestimated him, thinking he was too short and not as muscular as Alejandro, but when the Sergeant Major stood at the poor men's door with a sinister grin and a firearm, telling them to never speak to his wife again, they listened. It made your love life absolutely miserable, but he was a good man; he only did this for you, and you would appreciate it at the end of the day when you finally could sleep in his arms, protected from the whole world.

After a year of preparation, he finally did it. He walked inside your bakery himself; the faint smell of cinnamon and fresh strawberries lingered everywhere; it was perfect. Of course, he knew your baked goods tasted good; Alejandro always brought him some, but he never went in himself. And the perfect girl you were, you were immune to Alejandro's flirting, one problem less.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you today?" you smiled at him, and his world stopped. You were even prettier from this perspective, flour on your face and that sweet little red apron. He wanted to marry you instantly, just carry you away and tie the knot, but he was a patient man, and right now, this was what he needed to be.

"Just some cinnamon rolls," and so it went on for weeks. Rudy became fast your favorite customer; he was always nice to you, funny, and left a good tip, like an extremely generous tip for just some cinnamon rolls. And if you were true to yourself, he was incredibly handsome, making you always blush like a girl with her first crush. Unfortunately, you thought he wasn’t interested in you. You always tried to flirt, but he never flirted back, or maybe he was just too obvious to realize it.

On Valentine's Day, you stayed the whole night away, baking red velvet heart cinnamon rolls just for him, a new creation, plus he would get a little heart on his cappuccino, which you tried to master for weeks.

He couldn’t contain himself when he saw this; he knew you were smitten, how you blushed and interacted around him. God, you were as obsessed as he was, but he needed to wait; he had his perfect plan.

He gave you his number just in case; Las Almas was never safe, and just so he could sleep calmly, knowing you’re safe, he said.

And surprisingly, a few weeks later, after you closed your little bakery, a man followed you on the way home. At first, you thought it was just imagination, but when you walked five times around the block and he was still there, you knew. So you did the only thing your mind comprehended: you called Rudy.

"Rudy, I'm being followed," you sobbed into the speaker while your feet practically ran.

Luckily, Rodolfo was there, shoving the guy away. If only you had known how he thanked his friend Fernando for scaring you a bit - he didn’t like this, but it was necessary. He wasn’t a bad guy; he saw himself as a determined man who would do anything for his future love.

If it were possible, your eyes would have turned into big cartoon hearts; god, he was perfect. Maybe you should try the first step, even if it's embarrassing, maybe he doesn’t like you.

"Thank you, Rudy."

"Don’t mention it, mi corazon." You blushed at this pet name, looking at him with your big doe eyes.

"Rudy, do you maybe want to stay the night to make sure he doesn’t come back?" And how could he say no to this opportunity? Well, he had your words already planned, but it still made something with him.

"Of course."

"Rudy?"

"Mhm?"

"You know, I thought about maybe we could-“ You stopped, feeling incredibly stupid. Rudy was perfect; how could he want someone like you, a normal person? But for him, you were everything but normal; you were perfect the way you were, the missing piece to his life.

"What can we do?"

"You know, get to know each other better," you mumbled beneath your breath, looking at the ground.

His calloused fingers pulled your chin up, forcing you to look into his beautiful eyes as his lips softly fell on yours. It felt like fireworks; if you thought you were kissed before - you weren’t, this was new, exciting, and perfect like in a Disney movie. "Like this, mi corazon?"

"Mhm, I like this way to get to know you."

"You don’t know how long I waited for this," he admitted, looking into your eyes as if you were the only thing keeping him alive; you were everything.

"I waited longer," you admitted, and he thought, if only you had known, how long he wanted you and chased after you, the things he did for you. And the only thing on your mind was if he only would have known how long you looked at him when he was still watching you from outside the bakery.

[honeysmoonn]

dallas winston x shy and very talented musician reader? idk, but luv ur writing 🫶🏻

LOVE SONG — dallas winston

a/n: hope you enjoyed! sorry this took so long to get out haha

Six months since you left Tulsa. Left your family. Left your friends. Left the feeling of security in the town, the closeness of everyone. You used to hate knowing everyone’s business and everyone knowing yours but now you were got it didn’t seem so bad.

Six months since you left Dallas Winston, too.

You didn’t really have to leave, of course. But you wanted to.

“I’m leaving.” You popped the news to Dallas while walking home from the bar one night. He was tipsy, you figured he wouldn’t be too angry the next day because he wouldn’t have a clear memory.

You were wrong.

Dallas stopped dead in his tracks, the hand that was holding your waist dropped. “‘Hell you mean you’re leavin’?” He questioned. At this moment you remember the ground having a particular pattern, deciding to focus your eyes there instead of Dallas own daggers.

You took a breath in, the St. Christopher hanging around your neck was now unbearably heavy. “I’m going to New York.” You could have swore you saw Dallas brow furrow, even just for a second.

That night, Dallas didn’t ask for any more of an explanation. Even if deep down he wanted you to stay, he wanted to know what he did to make you want to leave. It wasn’t his fault, none of it was. But he felt if he had just been a little nicer to you, called you a broad one less time and you would have stayed.

That night Dallas invited you back to his place. You agreed, one hand holding his the entire walk there and the other gently pulling on his St. Christopher that sat around your neck. He held your hand as he pushed past drunk patrons of Bucks bar, he held your hand up the stairs.

In his room, you could still smell the weed you smoked last time you slept over. The neon ‘open!’ sign you were convinced Dallas had bought just for you was still on. A shirt discarded on the floor, your shirt, in the same position you had left it in.

Without thinking twice you made yourself comfortable, taking off your kitten heels and tossing them into the pile of your stuff near the end of the bed. Dallas himself lost the shirt from his body and climbed into bed. You hated how domestic your life with Dallas had become, you didn’t want to leave him now. Under the sheets you felt like nothing was wrong anymore. Just you and Dallas intertwined with no worries. No words.

But both of your heads were spinning. Dallas was just brave enough to speak.

“Why are you leavin’?” His voice was eerily quiet. He never spoke this soft.

You brt your lip but he couldn’t see that, your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around your warm frame. “I dunno…” You did know. “I just-“ Another pause and another breath Dallas took. “Remember when I played that song for you on my guitar?” Dallas hand twitched, he hoped he hadn’t noticed when he tightened his grip on your bicep but you did. “I wanna write music. And, I guess I think I’ll have a better chance doing that in New York.” Simple enough, right?

Dallas let out a scoff. A laugh. Of disapproval. “Doll, y’know New York is a big city, right?” You didn’t answer, instead grabbing his hand and tugging on the clunky silver ring he always wore. “You’re gonna get hurt out there.” Breath froze in your chest, much like it would on the coldest days of winter. But this time it hurt. “I mean, I ain’t wanna say it, but I… y’ know,” he shrugged.

“What? I ain’t know.”

“Don’t make me say it, doll.”

“Say what? You’re being real difficult, Dal.”

He sighed. “You’re sweet, I like you. Why not stay around here?” Even though his tone came off as rough and mad, his words danced carefully in your mind.

You frowned. He didn’t usually open up like this, you hated making him feel bad. “I mean, Tulsa isn’t that much of a tourist destination, right?” you mumbled.

His grip around you tightened. “Just… Don’t forget me when you get famous an’ all that.”

You giggled and Dallas felt his heart pound in his chest. “You know that would never happen.”

[madzlang]

OOOOO I GOT SUM (completely optional -- I just saw ur request post on my feed 🤪) I'm thinking ...Simon 'ghost' Riley x wife! Reader SFW / Fluff -- where both reader and Simon got twin boys in their toddler years and no one in the 141 knows about it(hell they didn't know he was even married or the fact he has kids)

both reader and Simon have known each other for years (since they were kids) and one day soap decided he wanted to pay his LT a visit along with Gaz after finding out that his LT most likely (although not true) lives in a cabin by himself as a hideout until he has to go back on missions ....thoooo they ended up finding a large house with one of the twins peeking at the window which spiraled into reader finally meeting soap and gaz . . . . Simon is not very happy about it though and just wants to spend time with his wife 🤣

Anyways that's it and I hope ur night/day is going great 🩷

thank youu so much lovely ♥️♥️ hope your day/night is going great too and I hope this is okayy

Always and Forever

simon riley x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, Simon being possessive?

Simon’s face buried into his wife’s neck as she cooked pancakes for their two sons who were playing in the living room.

He hummed into her neck, his large hands gripping her waist.

“Wanna go get Romeo and Sebby, please?” She asked softly, putting the two pancakes on two plates along with a few cut up berries each.

He shook his head, inhaling her scent and pressing short kisses on her neck.

“Simon.. please.” She breathed out. “The boys need to eat.”

He grumbled into her neck before hesitantly moving away and walking towards their living room, furrowing his brows as he saw his two boys looking out the window.

One of their sons turned around after hearing his father’s footsteps, a grin on his tiny face. “Spiky.” He giggled out, his blond hair messy.

“What’re you talking about Seb?” Simon asked, walking towards his boys and kneeling down behind them, looking out the window, his eyes widening and face dropping at the sight of Gaz and Soap, both of which were standing on the sidewalk, grinning at the toddlers who were waving to them, fascinated by Soap’s spiky hair.

Simon saw both men’s eyes look up at him through the window, their faces showing the same amount of fascination at the two, 2 year olds.

Soap grinned and immediately started walking up their driveway and towards their front door, Gaz following close behind.

“What’s taking so long, Si-?” She got cut off by the doorbell ringing as she walked into the living room. One of their sons ran up to her holding his arms out for her to pick him up, which she did. “Who’s at the door, Si?” She asked as he went to open the door, their other son in his arms.

He just groaned, shook his head, and opened the door, revealing Soap standing there, a smug grin on his face.

“Hey, L.T.” He grinned, Gaz standing behind him, with a small smile on his face. “Who’s this, eh?” He asked, nodding at the small boy in Simon’s arms, who was wiggling around, trying to touch Soap’s hair.

Simon groaned quietly, holding his son back. “This is Sebastian.” He grumbled.

“Si? Who is it?” His wife asked softly as she walked up to stand next to him, their other son in her arms still.

Soap’s gaze moved over to her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.

“I think the question is, who are you?” He asked, grinning.

She smiled back, bouncing one of their sons. “Hi, I’m-.”

Simon cut her off, seeing the look in Soap’s eyes. “She’s my wife.” He said lowly, glaring at Soap.

Soap raised his brows and looked at the other young boy. “And this is?”

“Romeo.” She answered softly.

Soap nodded grinning at her before Gaz spoke up from behind him.

“I’m Kyle.” He said, holding his hand out to shake hers, his eyes glancing at Simon. “We work with.. Simon.”

She raised her brows, shaking his hand.

“I’m Johnny.” Soap said, grinning at her, also holding his hand out.

“Hey. Si talks about you both lots.” She greeted them, not noticing the hostile look on her husband’s face as he continued bouncing Sebastian.

“Would you both like to come in? We have coffee or tea for you.” She spoke softly as Romeo played with her hair, tugging on it slightly.

“We’d love to.” Soap said, grinning as she stepped out of the way to let them into their home.

“Really?” Simon grumbled into her ear, his dark eyes looking into hers.

“You work with them, Si, the least we can do is invite them in. And they seem nice.” She said quietly, handing Romeo to him.

He shook his head, grumbling to himself as he held the two, 2 year olds in his arms.

“Hope you both don’t mind about me having to feed the boys first.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “Feel free to sit down.”

They followed as she said, both of them looking around the house and at the walls, seeing the many pictures of their family and colourful drawings from the young boys.

“Not a problem.” Gaz said, looking at a picture from their wedding, staring at the unfamiliar smile and look of adoration on his Lieutenant’s face.

Simon came walking in, the two boys in his arms.

“Almost done with their breakfast, love?” He asked, leaning against the counter as he bounced both boys who played with each others hands and hair.

“Mhm.” She nodded, cutting up their pancakes on the small, colourful plates.

She put the plates on the table, sitting down in a chair and taking Sebastian off of Simon and sitting him on her lap, to assist him with eating.

Simon did the same, sitting next to his wife and across from Soap and Gaz.

��So, how long have you two been married?” Gaz asked after a few minutes of silence, apart from the two boys chewing loudly.

“Uhm, around 6 years, right, Si?” She asked him, looking up at him, her arms around one of her son’s torso.

“That’s right.” He said gruffly, one huge arm around the his young son’s body.

She looked at his face and could tell he was annoyed, her brows furrowing as she made a mental note to ask him about it later.

After a few minutes of casual small talk, Sebastian started wiggling around again.

“You okay, sweetie?” She asked her son as he reached his hands out towards Soap.

“Spiky.” He whined, gripping the table with his tiny fingers.

She laughed softly, rubbing his tummy. “You want to touch his spiky hair, huh?”

The young boy nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands towards Soap.

“You okay with that?” She asked the man, looking up at him.

“No problem. Little laddie can touch my hair all he wants.” He grinned, leaning down so Sebastian could touch his Mohawk.

Romeo then started whining too about wanting to touch his hair because his brother got to.

She looked at Simon expectantly, making his grumble and release his grip on his son slightly so he could lean forward and touch Soap’s hair.

“Hey, you okay, Si?” She asked as he washed the dishes later that night as Gaz and Soap had finally left and the two young boys finally went to bed.

“Hm? Why wouldn’t I be, love?” He asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You weren’t yourself today.” Her tone was soft as her hands raised up and ran through his messy blond hair.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “‘M fine.”

“Si, don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s up. Why weren’t you yourself today? Was it because of Johnny and Kyle?” She asked, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.

His face pushed into her palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “Just want to keep you to myself, lovie.”

That was a good thing about their relationship, they always communicated and even if they tried, they could never lie to the other.

“What do you mean, Si?” She asked, her brows furrowed.

He sighed, his dark eyes opening and looking down at her. “I just- I want you and the boys seperate from my work. When I come home from being away for work, I want to come home, not somewhere where we’re talking about work. And that includes people from work. Just want to spend time with my family. I’ve spent far too long with all of them for a lifetime.” He spoke lowly, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against hers.

She closed her eyes, smiling as he spoke and his words make her heart flutter. “Love you, Si. Love you so much.” She mumbled, brushing her lips against his.

“Love you too, sweetheart. Always and forever.” He mumbled back, pressing his lips to hers, sealing their everlasting love with a kiss.

[spiderfunkz]

i saw ur recent post and now hear my out *drumroll* tasm peter parker teaching an S/O how to skateboard/skateboarding dates with an S/O <3

✧.* dirty converses

— summary : it's a boring sunday afternoon, so peter decides to take you skateboarding.

— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, established relationship, a kiss, reader almost falling whoops, pet names, not proofread.

a/n : *drumroll* here it is!! sorry it took so long butttt i hope u enjoy it <33 also i am no skater so sorry for any mistakes abt that.

peter has always loved skateboarding, it's something he can use as a distraction from everything, something he can do to feel some sort of freedom and joy.

ever since uncle ben gifted him his first board on his 9th birthday, he's been skating almost everyday. especially on sunday afternoons, the day where all the homework and essays are finished, the day where there are no chores due, and the day where he can just relax and skate till his legs go numb.

and now it's another sunday afternoon. peter's walking to your house, with a small flower on one hand, and his skateboard on the other. he's been dying to teach you how to skate for longer than ever, and when you finally agreed to learn today he did not hesitate to walk out of his house and run to yours.

you were waiting near the steps outside of your house, playing with the laces of your dirty converses. maybe you should get new, clean ones. you wait for a bit.

peter arrives, grinning from ear to ear. "hi, i uh got you this." he hands you the small flower. "for luck, in case you fall and break your ankles." he jokes — "you're mean." you reply as he helps you stand up.

"do you wanna just skate here? you're neighbourhood seems nice." he asks, "or- or we can go to the skate park." — "i could go for a walk to the skate park." you answer, peter smiles.

the walk was nice. you kept the flower peter gave in your pocket, a few petals peeking out. you felt the warmth of peter's hand and the cool breeze of summer.

the skate park was quiet, a few kids who were there left a few minutes later. "at least no ones here to see you fall." peter teases. "are you saying i'm gonna fall?" you reply. "no, because you have the best teacher of all time." peter smiles, teeth showing. you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone.

peter helps you balance on the board first, his hands holding your waist gently, making sure you don't fall. "just relax, i got you." peter reassures. you balance carefully on the board, peter's hands letting go slowly.

"see? you're a natural, we can go to the basic's now like pushing off and stopping." he continued. peter demonstrated the move, you carefully try and copy it.

but i don't think falling was part of the steps — "careful there!" peter caught you as you were about to fall, he helps you get back on your feet. "it's alright, everyone falls on their first try." he attempts to cheer you up.

peter continues to guide you and help you through all the basics of skating. complimenting you every time you did a step correctly.

"see? i told you you're a natural, bubs." he kisses you on the cheek.

you continue to spend the afternoon with peter at the skate park. sitting near the ramps, you see peter skate from afar. you watch how his hair falls perfectly in place, how the glow of the sun beautifully captures his movements, you watch as he lands a trick, giving you a smile and a thumbs up before walking towards you.

he sits next to you. the sun begins to set, casting a warm golden hue over the skate park. "did you see the trick i landed there?" he pointed, "yeah! you should teach me that sometime." you suggest, "i will, you've gotten really good at this you know? i had a really good time with you today." peter remarks.

"i had a really good time with you too, pete." you smile.

sunday afternoons might be your favorite now.

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

♡

Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

♡

So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

♤

So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

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Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

♧

Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

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Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

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He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

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It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

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Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

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You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

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Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

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Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

♡

Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

OR

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[catreginae]

okay i really really want to start reading your vampire wars thing because first of all, im OBSESSED with the concept, and second, it just seems cool as hell, but i’ve been unable to read recently so i haven’t had a chance to get to it. ITS ON MY LIST THO 🙌🙌🙌

BUT I STILL WANNA KNOW ABOUT HIM HE SEEMS SO COOL. I don’t wanna ask annoying questions cos I feel like most of the one’s I have are things you’ve probably already answered haha, BUT TELL ME ABOUT UR SPECIAL GUY. Is there anything in particular you just really really wanna talk about? Any little details you’re really proud of that you want people to notice? Can he turn into a particularly fluffy little bat? If so would bat Wars appreciate head pats? Is there a specific vampire lore that inspired this?

-crazylittlejester

Sorry this took so long! This is the first ask I got after asking for them but it's the last I got to!

I think people realized these things but I’m going to talk about them anyway!

Warriors has bad self-esteem. He’s super protective of the others. He has the ability to regenerate, so it’s hard to hurt him in a way that actually matters. He can pretty much bounce back from anything. Anyway, all three of these aspects of Warriors feed into each other. He doesn’t care about what happens to him because he can regenerate. The pain is worth it if the others are safe. He thinks keeping the others safe by taking the really bad hits is how he’s earning his keep in the group because he has a hard time accepting that they actually like him for who he is. The others are working on it!

This boy is a pacer. When he’s restless and antsy, or hopped up on blood, he just starts pacing. He cannot help it.

Warriors is actually the sleepiest in the chain and beats even Sky. I headcanon Sky with sleep apnea (because of projection) but Warriors ends up sleeping the most because being half-vampire is actually really hard on his body. I like it imagine that sleep is the glue that keeps his Hylian half and vampire half together to make one mostly functional person. This is why he can pretty much fall asleep immediately if he’s injured but also had some blood.

The fluffy bat thing is a plan but hasn’t happened yet. It’s not a vampire thing in this AU (it is a nod to it at least?) nor is it his shadow crystal form. It’s wizzrobe bullshittery that he actually saw some use in so he begged Lana for some way to have regular access to a bat form. It’s probably some sort of jewellery. I wrote a very small snippet about Four throwing a tiny bat Warriors into the air to help him figure out lift. Of course, he’s a vampire bat because they can run on the ground and I think that’s pretty neat. Go look up a zoo feeding them blood, they just run on the ground and take little sippies out of a bowl.

And finally, the inspiration for this AU is a movie from the 80s called The Lost Boys. It inspired his appearance a little bit (he’s got the same yellow and red eyes). Lore wise, some of the abilities made it over but I used a lot of different inspirations for this AU and of course, I had to try to remix it fit Zelda too. The Lost Boys is the first inspiration though because I was in that rabbit hole when I wrote the first chapter.

[whumpshaped]

you‘ve absolutely re-awakened my love for drugged whumpees! what about a whumpee drugging themselves as a bad coping mechanism? maybe even specifically with a feel-good drug (because i loved those drabbles)! but this time a friend is there to take care of them and make sure they are safe, maybe they got some concerning messages from whumpee and went to visit them.

also because i am afraid of you and your angst (/positiv) please let this be comfy i am always in need of comfort

tw drugs, addiction, past trauma, alcohol mention

i love you sooo much

ive never had such a good friwnd u know that?

ur fucking awesome and we shuld hang out more

As touched as Caretaker was reading the messages, they didn’t sound like Whumpee in their usual state. They rarely ever got sappy like this, and they never resorted to the abbreviations unless they were too drunk to see the keyboard. There was something going on, and Caretaker hoped it was just a couple shots of vodka — despite it being 10 am.

“Hey, Whumpee?” They knocked on the door again, louder this time. “Can we hang out, like, right now? I brought some food.”

That was a bit of a stretch, but the door opened soon after they’d mentioned it. “That’s awesome,” they slurred, their excited grin faltering when they saw no bags in Caretaker’s hands. “Where’s it…?”

“I lied,” they said easily, gently guiding Whumpee back inside. “But I brought myself, and I can make you some food in a bit. Before that, though… Drinking in the morning again, are we?”

Whumpee gave them a sheepish smile, the promised free meal entirely forgotten. “Y’know how it is,” they said, giggling a little. “Some days y’just gotta… feel alive…”

Caretaker frowned. This felt different from when Whumpee was drunk. “What did you have?”

“Ah, just… just a bit of this and that…”

They stepped closer and cupped Whumpee’s face, taking a good look at their eyes. That didn’t look very promising. “Whumpee, did you take something?”

“Noooooo…” Whumpee tried to swat their hands away, with little success due to how uncoordinated their movements were. “No, you’re– you’re misunderstanding, ’m just… just happy to see you. Your pupils dilate when you look at someone you looove...”

Caretaker sighed. “I would like you to honestly tell me what you’ve taken. Please. I won’t judge, I won’t be mad, all I want is to stay here and take care of you, okay?”

It was like Whumpee didn’t even hear them. They kept nuzzling against Caretaker’s hands, almost purring as they did so. “You’re so warm…”

“Sure am.” They poked their cheek. “Whumpee, listen to me.”

“Would you ever kiss me?” they asked abruptly, unfocused eyes now fixed on Caretaker’s lips. “‘cause I really wanna kiss right now… Just once…”

Well, that wasn’t a direct answer to their previous questions, but it might as well have been. There was one drug they knew of that made Whumpee act like this, one they’d said they had quit months ago.

The one Whumper had gotten them hooked on.

“You wanna kiss me, specifically?” Caretaker knew well that Whumpee didn’t see them as anything other than a friend, and they weren’t the type to be going around kissing people platonically.

“Mmm, yeah… You’re a good kisser, I’m sure… I can tell stuff like that…”

Yeah, they’d definitely taken Whumper’s drugs. Fantastic. Apparently there was still someone out there who was supplying Whumpee, but that was a problem for another day.

“Tell you what,” they started gently. “Instead of kissing, we’ll go to the kitchen and I’ll make you some of your favourite food.”

Whumpee lit up instantly. “Deal!”

Caretaker kissed them on the forehead and led them to one of the chairs, making sure they were comfortable before walking over to the cupboards. They were going to have to keep Whumpee talking, so they could track their movements inside the house; they were prone to wandering whenever they were high, and they couldn’t keep staring at them while cooking.

In all honesty, there was not much Caretaker could do now that Whumpee had already taken the thing. They couldn’t even do much about the addiction itself that seemed to be ruining any semblance of a chance of a full recovery. But there was one thing they could do, and that was supervising their friend whenever the need arose.

[max-the-many]

Start here:

'body a day' #19: dad

Took me quite a minute to figure out his adress. Couldn't ask as I was his son. Luckily his phone got face recognition. So an hour later I was on my way out of the city to meet his, or may I say my dad.

He greeted me at the porch as I arrived at a nice little house in the outskirts.

"Almost thought you might skip it!" he chuckled, giving me a hearty half-hug grabbing my shoulders before heading towards a big heap of uncut wood that wouldn't be all of what had to be prepared for the winter. Much time to get to know him while getting to know my new body at the same time, working, sweating, seeing his older version doing just that.

Turned out, he lived alone, beeing one of those weel known, but independent wolfs after his wife left feom one day to the other.

The way he treated me, his son, though, really spoke for a big heart, making me even more horny than in the gym at the same time.

It was pretty late when we finally headed in, going for a nice clunk of golden juice infront of the fireplace.

"Don't you wanna get your stuff in" he wondered.

"My... ah, ehm..."

"You will stay for the weekend as planned, don't you"

"I... sure!" I collected myself "I... damn, totally forget to pack some"

He just laughed it off "Guess it is ur old stuff then. Gonna head for the shower, though. If you wont first"

I didn't. I was just too curious to look around while he was away. When he was, though, my thoughts had another focus. To know, that he was undressing now, getting out of those dorty, sweaty cloth, stepping under the hot shower just got the best of me.

Eventually I gave into it, went up the stairs and ended up infront of the bathroom. The sound of the water, the smell of soap and man oozing out of the slightly opened door... It didn't take long for me to open the door completely, taking in the sight of him behind frosted showerdoors.

"Jacob?"

"Sorry... dad. Cant find any matching clothes. Where did you put 'em" I improvised.

"Didn't move anything" he replied "let me just finish. I'll show you"

I left. That little sneak really got me going, longing for me. His clothes alone, laying on the counter, screaming to be sniffed, to be worn even.

Worn... my mind went for his closet. So I looked around until I found the bedroom. To open the dresser, seeing all that stuff that he wore at some time really was a sight of it own. I almost grabbed some underwear when I saw a basket of dirty ones, going for it at once, fishing out some tighty whities to dive in when I heared the water stopping.

So I rushed back downstairs, chucking the underwear right into my crotch.

"Free to go!" I heared the old one shortly after, so I did, still having a major twitch against that whity if his. At the showers though it wasnt only that. Seeing myself, looking back as his son gave me the rest, sniffing his well-worled pits, injoying his shape under the shower, thinking of his old man while pumping out a major one.

The evening went pretty relaxed, chatting, sitting infront of a nice fire with some nice rye. I couldn't keep myself from reaching down every once in a while, partly out of pure horny, partly out of curiosity on his reaction.

Other than that I broad up some rather particular topics like jerking of. I planely asked if he caught me, as his son, doing it, going further about his own experiences which he answered surprisingly open. My handling though didn't get less at those instances, but he kept chill about it. He never saw his son or crashed into such occations, but as we talked I figured, he would have been totally fine with it. Even as I constantly reached for my crotch now, which he couldn't really ignore, he didn't loose a single word about it.

And I left it like that, injoying my little game, hightened even since I wore the very underwear I took from his dirty bin underneath.

Eventually we went for bed. There I layed, strippee down to just that tighty white brief of the hunk of a dad, laying mere meters away, twitching right there, thinking of him, of me, that dad-son-couple I encountered st the gym, now beeing all in, dying go make a move.

And after slumbering away a little I got up. I just had to, beeing driven over in thar early night, step by step, taken just wearing tjose briefs, eventually Peeking through the bedroom door.

The dad seemed to be asleep as I saw his broad, naked shoulders under the blanked. Quietly I stepped in, slowly, with a pulsing heart, staring at him with tenting groins. I couldn't do otherwise nut getting even closer. He appeared to be deeply asleep.

"Dad?" I whispered. Nothing. So I stepped closer already recognizing the smell from the bathroom if not imagined. My hand reached out like moved by it's own.

Suddenly a twitch!

But i moved on, clearing my throat to further test his state.

When I touched the blanket I felt my heart with every breath, his presence, his warmth. Then I slowly pulled on it. No reaction. Pulling on, bit by bit, revealing his back, inch by inch until... a clean, white waistband got visible. No way. As I pulled further, it got confirmed. He too was only wearing one of those tight, white briefs spanning my hips, moving under heavy twitches from his sons pulsing tool.

I couldn't stop, reaching ever so slowly towards his hairy chest, barely touching it when he suddenly churned, along with deep, sleepy moans. My hand remained. And he remained sleeping, allowing me to fully cup those meety pect, even massaging them the slightest bits while shivers ran theoughout my whole body.

I was so captired by the whole situation that I even didn't realized my hand touching my crotch, massaging it through the aalready damp fabric. His pleasant sighs didn't affect me less. So I continued fondling him, fondling me, getting down over his stomach to his soft but well packed crotch, feeling it while unpacking mine, breathing heavily until I suddenly began to erupt, barely able to contain heavy moans and even heavier grips to his package.

I almost forgot what really was hüpeningat that moment until I snapped concious of it again, a surprised to see that musky man infront of me still asleep with a satisfied smile, my juice spread all over the floor up to his blanket.

To be continued...

[rzyraffek]

Oh, oh! I got one!

okay okay, so, don’t feel pressured to write this if you do t want to, but what about slashers (Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, anyone else you wanna add) with a s/o who gets really distracted? Like, in the middle of doing something that should be simple, they zone out and forget what they were doing. (I have really bad ADHD so that’s why I’m asking-)

like, they even have to remind their s/o to take medicine and just nudges to get them back on track-

idk, do what you will with that idea, and again, thank u for ur time!!

btw, u look amazing today!!

You too look amazing today! Thanks for request! Why is everyone so spooked of requesting, the worst thing I can do is not answer🥰

Slashers with s/o that gets distracted A LOT

Sinclair Vincent

Imagine, s/o is in Vince workplace first time, he probably wants to turn them into wax figure, he leaves room for one second to grab some tools. Boom s/o is just walking around judging his wax figurines

Mans gonna be like 🧍in corridor when they are just amused by how cute and pretty some of those lil figurines are🥰

After they get along, Vince really enjoys slow walks thrue gallery or just near area, cuz its very pretty and there's no Bo screaming like child

He saw some pretty leaves, he went to pick them up so he can show them to s/o. He turn around... where.. where are they??!?!? Huuh did they leave him?? Dude will be overthinking hard. But after few minutes of looking for them, they just kinda spawn behind him "hey vince look i found this cool as rocks and then I saw deer's and I kinda fallowed them to this dope river come see!"they just grab his hand and lead him :(tbh vince was this close to mental break down, now he always holds hands

Myers Micheal

My dude is about to buy one of those backpack leashes that some parents have. He's like 80years young, ain't no way he's going to run around city looking for some guy who just saw pretty butterfly and almost got hit by a car 5times.

To be honest they should be ones making sure he won't just walk of and get lost in Forest judging by his age

When he notice that s/o didnt take their daily medicine he just takes it and slams it on desk/table next to them or just throws it at them! Take the pills dummy!

S/o calling him 'heya mickey im lost pick me up' happends twice per week. Really s/o be more careful pls

Voorhees Jason

If you thought that Vincent panicked? Oh this guy will have mental breakdown, cry and then search whole place

In forests signal sucks so they can't call him and screams won't do much cuz echo and Jason is mute so he cant yell back anyways

He won't buy leash but he will hold their hand 24/7 nuh uh you cant go run after those deers, no you can't go swimming we know what happend in 1957

Now he has ptsd and evertime he wakes up and doesn't see s/o in his eyesight he instantly thinks that she's in difrent country or dead

Heelshire Brahms

This dude knows the whole mansion no way he loses them here right?

Jokes on you brahms they are already on the other side of it

Even tho they are in closed space, which is safe and very known to Brahms it doesnt stop his abandment issues and... idk he has a lot of issues tbh. No matter how long he knows s/o he's is 100% sure that they are trying to leave.

He will probably speed run thrue corridors screaming their name and he just stubbles across them just watching paitinings on walls "this you? You were ugly ass baby" "WHERE WERE YOU" "I saw funny rats and i wondered where they have secret cheese hideout" "rats?😰" (its a reference to my old fic where brahms was beaten up by rats and now hes spooked of them)

He has calendar with highlighted date everyday they have to take pills and how many so every morning when s/o wakes up they see his face like few centimetres away from theirs, with aggressive eye contact holding pills "it is time my love" " oh :("

I added brahms cuz hes goofy, have wonderful day person reading this!! And never be spooked to ask for headcanons! We love that

[zer0wzs]

hihihi!!! i love ur work sm!! would u possibly write something about ryro :-) something fluffy like cuddling or something ^_^ thanks!!

𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ( 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 )

[ gn!reader ] if an evening with him is what you want, it certainly is what you'll get wc :: 647 ryro x reader

AN :: hii!!!! this is my first ever req here omg!! i hope this ok thank u so much ure so kind ^_^ 🫶 um if there are any typos ill correct em later HAHA im sleepy T-T

Needless to say, you missed him.

Crap, if you had to be honest, you’re almost certain that you spent a significant part of your day just wanting to be with him.

Who could blame you, though?

You’re sure that anyone who has ever had the privilege of knowing, loving him could never be the same ever again. You’re sure you aren’t. He’s changed you—you reckon for the better.

Your whole day was a miserable waiting game. From the moment you set foot outside your bedroom (Ryan was still out like a child.) to the final moments of your trip back home, all you could do was just wish for time to take itself more seriously and pass by faster.

Like a bored high schooler in their math class, you’d been watching, waiting for the seconds to count down.

Needless to say, you were impatient.

Finally, you reached the footsteps of the door. You find yourself haphazardly going through your bag for your keys and making multiple attempts at jamming it in the door. Patience. Patience is something you lacked, clearly.

“Oh, hey, babe. How was your da-”

When you got the key in and opened the door, without thought—almost like instinct, or perhaps just an overwhelming need, your body kicked your shoes at the entrance, locked the door, and dashed to Ryan, who was sprawled out lazily on the couch. Heedless, you stay put, resting on top of him.

“Oof.” He buzzed with his small chuckle that filled rooms up. He immediately pulled you further into his arms, then carded his fingers through the strands of your hair.

“Are you okay?” You feel a sense of worry laced in his words.

You hummed. That was enough for him to know that you were alright. Clearing it up, you mumbled into his shirt a soft, “I just missed you.”

Not missing a beat, he replies, “I missed you too.”

For a few moments, both of your eyes are glued to the TV.

You find this whole moment you’re sharing at least a little funny because, parallel to the two of you, Ryan was watching Goodfellas. In fact, what was playing as you two were cuddled up was the spider scene.

More than distracted, though, you looked around the living room and saw Elwood and Dottie snuggled up against each other in a similar fashion to you two.

While out of concern, you already knew the answer to your question and yet asked, “Has Dottie eaten yet?”

“Mhm.” He answered, nodding.

Maybe you just wanted some attention. No, you knew you did. “What about Elwood?”

“Yes, dear.” He laughed, bringing a hand up your cheek and squeezing it. Seems like he knows it very well himself, too. “Have you eaten anything yet?”

“Mmmmmmm.” You buzzed, smiling at him—be it a mix of both giddiness and guiltiness.

“Ahh,” he clicked his tongue. “I haven’t either. Come on, I’ll make us something.”

As you felt him bring the both of you up, you made a quick effort to stay put on the sofa. “No.” you pouted.

“Hmm?” He replied, turning his head to the side in slight confusion.

“I wanna stay like this first.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as tight as you could as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

It’s not that it felt like he’d disappear if you let him go. Like, he would—only to make you guys some food. It’s just that you’re just really fucking clingy, and you wanted his touch and full attention all to yourself right now.

But what’s the harm in that when he assures—more like enables—you?

“Alright.” You feel his smile radiate above you, brushing his knuckles with a feather-light touch against your cheekbone.

Yeah, you both know you’re both all to each other right now. What’s the matter with a little bit of indulgence?

[wizardfrog69]

I saw ur last sigma post! Soo happy. Do you write for kolya? If yes can you do kolya X a reader that has autism headcanons? The reader can be gn

Have a wonderful dayy

Ofc I write for Nikolai, why wouldn't I write for that silly little clown (if I didn't my own little clown will kill me in my sleep) I write for anyone :)

'•.¸♡ Nikolai x autistic!reader ♡¸.•'

Nikolai x gn!autistic!reader

All fluff

Enjoy! :)

where do I even begin?

so this man speaks in quizzes and other weird-ass cryptic message meanings and stuff, basically NT language but worse.

so he was surprised when you took everything he said literally and when your tried to answer one of his quizzes he started laughing.

Like he had to get used to speaking literally when with you but he doesn't mind at all.

He would let you ramble about your special interests for hours, like y'all would just be walking, sitting, cuddling etc and he would ask about your special interest(s) and listen to you talk about it for hours and if you feel like you're annoying him then he would ENCOURAGE you to keep talking.

Like this man wants to hear about the most random topics ever for hours and hours on end none stop and he would sit there looking so entertained aswell cuz HE IS.

He loves seeing you stim, and if you do like very physical stims e.g. jumping or dancing, even just waving your hands, he would join you.

You got very excited about something and wanna jump around? He's got you and y'all are jumping all round the house.

If you nonverbal then he will stop speaking and just play charades to annoy you.

But if you need a break from him and need sometime alone then he would feel a bit offended but brush it off and leave you alone, either going somewhere or he tries to stay as quiet as possible in the house and goes yo the rooms which you usually aren't in.

Buys you your comfort food like all the time and has a stash of it (if it's shelf life is long) somewhere hidden.

When you cannot do anything, like you have no energy at all and either stay in bed all day or something he will definitely join you and he will have a break from his daily shenanigans or something.

If you have a comfort plushie he will hide it so you can hold him instead.

He can be a little bitch sometimes and will annoy you a bit too much or be too loud, or just talk in riddles and quizzes if he doesn't want you to understand what he's saying.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

This was really fun to write and idk if you can tell but no one wants to hear my rants about tea 😒 but oh well ig I can rant to the clown above my bed (the teddy bears are protecting me from it killing me in my sleep)

Thank you for the request tho, it's much appreciated:)

Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!

- with lots of love, Az the wizard frog :) <3

[c0ffinshit]

Back To December (Theo Dimas x Reader)

a/n: this is a squeal to Maybe You Are Prefect but like ur gurl didn't wanna keep the same title lmao word count: 912 warnings: fluff, first kiss, regret, miscommunication, nostalgic vibes

"So this is me, swallowing my pride. Standing in front of you, saying 'I'm sorry for that night.' And I go back to December all the time." - Taylor Swift

Theo was the man living in the apartment below me at the time. He had short, almost shaggy hair and always wore thick knitted sweaters, even in summer. Sometimes I would see him up and about, getting mail or riding in the elevator. Something about him, though, made me want to be around him all the time. He was so quiet and always smiled at me whenever he saw me. I knew him for a very long time ago; when we were teenagers. We were very tight-knit; I never wanted to judge him for who he was. He only wanted to help others.

Then, at a poorly Christmas-themed dinner party, after so many years, we met over again. I fell in love again, like the kind of love that only talks about in songs. But this time, he knew it, and he loved me back. And as the snow fell down as we hugged, he wrote on my back: "I love you too."

Since then, we haven’t seen each other much. Theo was hardly on the elevator or getting mail. I wanted to know if he thought of my words now in a different context. Maybe Theo thought I meant it in a friendly way. My own thought was he wrote it to prevent me from getting my feeling hurt. Either way, Theo didn’t feel the same. If he did, he would’ve done so much more. But I felt like I was being irrational, overanalyzing my weird feelings. So, any average person would do and go to the apartment. Knowing that Teddy would answer the door, I had no plans on what to say when I finally got up there. But I decided to go down the elevator and knocked on their door. Of course, Teddy answers.

"Ah (Y/N)! What brings you here?" Teddy exclaims upon seeing my face. 

"Where’s Theo? Is he home?" I asked.

Teddy looks behind him, "Well, I’ll check his room. In the meantime, you can come in and take a seat."

Teddy walks out from the hallways with Theo, his arms straight at his side. 

"Can I speak to him… privately?" I cautiously ask, not knowing if he wanted to speak with me in the first place.

Theo looks to the ground as Teddy signs, asking him if he wants to. He nods his head slowly as he finally looks at me. Once again, going back into my mind, I’m finally being handed the ring he promised to get me all those years ago. The one I still wore on my hand. We walked back to the balcony. It was a lot warmer than it had been in December, and with the summer month inching closer, I didn’t think Theo would still be wearing the sweater. 

"I’m sorry for that night." I signed somberly.

"Why?" Theo asked, resting his arms on the railing. 

"I don’t think you understood what I told you that night." 

Theo had this look in his eyes, concern in an almost unreadable way. He seemed upset by what I had just told him.

"I think I understood you very well. You love me." He sighs.

"How do you think I meant that, though?" 

Theo pauses for a moment. "What kind of question is that?" He signs, his hands stiff.

"Like… I want to be clear about what I told you that night."

Theo sighed again, almost like I was acting childish. "It’s kind of hard to not be clear about a love confession."

What? My brain sits with itself, wondering how I made it clear to him. Theo was always the geek and book lover who never got romantic feelings, or at least, he never showed it. Other than Zoey, I never could tell if he liked another girl. If this wasn’t ASL, this would’ve been the part where I would become tired and uptight about this miscommunication. 

"What does that even mean? Then you probably knew about all my weird feelings about you when we were teenagers."

Theo looks at me, his eyes soften. "Yes, I did."

When Theo and I’s parents were a lot younger, they used to go to movies every Sunday. Then, once my mother had me and Teddy had Theo, we all went to the movies together. Suddenly, I was graduating high school and moving into my college dorm. Seeing the films every Sunday stopped, along with seeing Theo and Teddy. 

But I don’t think about that anymore.  In my mind, it's still December. The lights hung up around the windows, and my mother talked with Teddy in front of the tree with bright red ornaments hanging neatly. Theo and I are outside, watching the snow fall as I move closer to him. Of course, I lied and told him I needed to be warmed by his body heat, but he knew I wanted him to kiss me. 

"Then why didn’t you do more-"

My thought is cut off by a soft kiss from Theo. His lips tasted like a smooth vanilla chapstick, and his body radiated heat. The blood from the rest of my body ran to my face. I knew that Theo was bold but never this confident. 

Theo pulls away, his eyes still as soft as before. Something told me that this kind of kiss was different. I’ve kissed umpteenth of men, but something about him made it feel different. 

"Well… I was waiting for the right moment, and that moment was right now."

[compacflt]

hey! i was just going through your blog, and i saw a post about ice&carole and mav&goose. i looked a bit more but i couldn't find a post about your take on mav and goose's relationship, so i wanted to ask what it was. if you have answered this, i'm sorry about asking you again. imo i think what they had was wayy deeper than friendship but complex and probably not romantic, but again, i just wanted to know your thoughts on it.

thank you! and this blog has probably been one of the best finds i have ever come across on tumblr, i'll be sad to see you go.

yeah, i was really trying to be suave and subtle and mysterious about it with this parallel

like, you should be able to figure it out for yourself.

but luckily for you i looooove beating dead horses. to a problematic degree.

the full story of my vision of mavgoose (moose?) is in the completed draft of the extras that are coming out on Saturday. about halfway through. But i want to bring it back to the internal craft-of-writing debate i brought up yesterday—my inability to summarize, or to cut superfluous sections that don’t really matter.

I’ll stick it under the cut for spoiler reasons, but i wanna show the simple first draft of this scene versus the complicated, heavier final draft. And I want to ask any of you, if you’re interested—as a reader, which is more impactful? which should i end up publishing?

the simple first draft:

then i kept turning it in my head thinking of different ways to edit it to say something slightly different, to get a little more specific, coming up with things to add, and ended up adding like five extra paragraphs. which is this:

about 1/4 of the final draft (by which i mean, this is about 1/4 of the whole final discussion scene, but the goosemav-specific content only goes on for about another graf [omitted bc spoilers]):

(so to answer your ask explicitly, i actually don’t think they were anything deeper than good friends. imo there’s no evidence that they were anything deeper than good friends, especially with maverick blowing goose/goose’s wishes off soooo many times [‘she’s lost that lovin feelin;’ volleyball; refusing to do the responsible thing at least twice even after goose tells him it puts his & his family’s livelihoods at risk…bro all he does is blow off goose]. see me bitching in the tags for more on this)

obviously in my head the complicated in-depth version ⬆️ is the True version, the version of events that really Happened. i think the writing is in some spots much more compelling. But it just doesn’t make for a particularly good reading experience when it’s surrounded by like 3/4 pages of other discussion of history! sometimes too much of (what i think is) a good thing turns that good thing bad! & this is a major keystone dynamic of my whole series so i just want to get it right, for my own peace of mind. I guess im asking you to be the harsh editor i wish i had sometimes, if ur interested in doing so—this is genuinely a major major problem i have with my writing, i can’t ever just leave well enough alone 😭 please let me know if simpler is better/less is more in this case! do i publish the short vague “the reader fills in the blanks” version or the long boring “here’s EXACTLY how i see it” version?