#i'm kinda scared!! terrified even!!!

[secretagent9]

REIGEN PLEASE STOP YOUR SON

[collieii]

idk if this is controversial but i don't think vash is ashamed of his scars. i think vash is mainly concerned abt the picture he presents to the world and other peoples well-being/feelings. so the reason he doesn't like others seeing his scars is because he think it will make them uncomfortable, and it also sort of undermines the image he wants to project of someone who's very sillygoofy/carefree etc. similarly, i don't think vash is ashamed or insecure about being a plant/having those inhuman features, more he's concerned with how other people react to them. (the plant stuff esp makes sense to hide given how people literally stoned him lmao)

but yeah i don't think he's filled with self loathing over the scars and being nonhuman. i feel like vash's self image is fine, he just prioritizes how others feel and reacts based on that. his whole philosophy of covering up how he feels inside (that smile is fake!) is based on this principle, it doesn't matter if he's depressed as hell as long as he can pretend it's ok, because external presentation and how you affect the world is what really matters to him.

[loafofryebread]

listen ok, I dont personally ship hms, that's not how I see their relationship. However I feel like a lot of people are far to worked up over the idea of it.

A lot of you (and i will not name anyone but there are a few posts that come to mind) would benefit from learning about the separation between content/characters and the creator of said thing. Death of the author and all that. And beyond that, acknowledging that boundaries are for the creator (chonny jash in this case) and not the fans. As fans you have the duty to not shove it in his face if hes uncomfortable with seeing it. But that does not mean you cannot create it or so much as enjoy it.

Im not going to go off on a massive rant, I dont have enough energy for that. But this topic has been a very prevalent discussion in mcyt fandoms for years now so I've seen this whole song and dance. It doesn't matter whether you personally enjoy it or not you do not have the right to label people as 'disgusting' and cause them to be afraid to enjoy something because you don't like it and the creator doesn't want to see it. If the creator of ship content is taggin it properly and not shoving it in cj's face then there is nothing wrong with it. Like it's really not a big deal, you can just block and keep scrolling.

[where-is-kallus]

only around ten minutes until the next episode of ahsoka comes out where I am right now!

i swear to god if kallus and zeb aren't in it...

im! gonna! kill! dave! filoni!

[astrxealis]

dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it

[nintendont2502]

on one hand. it's deeply funny how whenever I'm in a new situation/I'm busy my bodies just like yeah we don't need food right it's fineee and then I barely eat because I forget to/don't feel like it. on the other hand I would really like to. yk. try more Japanese food while I'm here? like cmon man work with me here

[featherhasaface]

Yey.

So here are those pictures for that AU I mentioned. So it's similar to the Monster Tiff AU in that she is a monster, but instead of getting possessed, Escargoon accidentally injects her with monster serum because she tries to take the syringe.

Meta's on a mission during this time and she only turns into a monster if she gets angry or fears for her life or safety (or the safety of those she cares for). Despite being a lot note violent and feral in this form, she does actually still care for her friends and family and will avoid hurting them.

When Meta Knight comes back he sees her carrying Kirby around and comes to the conclusion that she's actually trying to protect him (which is true) based on the fact that she's been carrying him around and hasn't harmed him and seems to be trying to keep people away from him.

When she calms down, she'll be surrounded by a red smoke that burns to touch and when it goes away, she's back to normal. Due to the serum, though, she's a lot more reckless and is quite the little menace so Meta Knight has to keep an eye on her. She's also fluffy now because I love fluff. She also despises Escargoon.

[laugtherhyena]

Shipwrecked 64 (lovingly yet derogatory)

[skrunksthatwunk]

ok yakuza 6 spoilers and not a very insightful post but every time i remember how young haruka is when she has haruto i get sooo nervous lol. she's like NINETEEN. what the FUCKK

[mintaka-iii]

My mental health can't possibly good if an essay on the found family trope gives me such an indescribable feeling of hollowness and yearning

[paradoxiii]

Growing up in the Midwest, hearing a tornado siren itself isn't really scary

But it does just have a tinge of spookiness to me for some reason?

And at the end of Charming Disaster's song "Power of the Sun" there's this vocalization that kinda reminds me of a tornado siren but as a spooky "oooOOOOOooo" and it never fails to haunt me when I listen to it.

[beastblade69]

a constant dilemma of buying books to up my serotonin but not having any energy to read em

[fuck-you-too-world]

I- you- WHY?!?!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOOOO!!

YOU CAN'T HURT ME AND THE HIM LIKE THIS!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!

You actually made is everyone's problem

（┬┬＿┬┬）

Poor Danny... Getting pregnant and have a miscarriage all over and over and over again??? I am so killing someone, Preferably a certain Timtam Duck :D

I play favorit after all and Danny is my favorit.

How many child must he have miscarriage of? How many soul wasted and damned to never be borned? How many times must he grief for bisa children over and over and over again? Unable to do anything, you're right. No one would come out of that without having something gone wrong and boy... Where the fuck is that old clock when he was needed!!! ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨

Hm... It would be nice if the magical community part learn of this information about Danny having miscarriage cuz the one who got the infor was some sprti of Dream Demon and saw what happened, and children to the magical is a sacred gift that must be treated with utmost love and care. So Danny having to relief the Pain of losing his children while trapped cuz he couldn't get the needed nutritiom to sustain and nurture his babies was Horrifying to them and devasting to most mothers.

... Oh no... Oh Lord Mr. Fool, have mercy... You actually made this my problem and now I got an I. D. E. A.

You know what? ✨Fuck it✨

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Wulf finally manage to track down Danny after his disappearance for like a hundred year or so, the Realm was in shambles more than it already was since their future King went missing. Their High Prince was missing!!!

Finally they got a lead or more like an information and that information was given to them by a demon named Lucifer. Someone has trapped their Prince and impregnante him while also imprisoning him causing him to miscarriage over and over and over again!!!!

GGGRRRRRHHHH!!!

They will pay for the pain that has caused their beloved Prince!

Humans have always hurt their Prince no matter how nice and kind their Prince has been with them, he was a child and still is! The stuff he has been through and been put through is not something they wished or wanted to happen to him yet it did! They should've tried harder to convince them to stay and leave the living realm, now their Prince is the one to pay the price.

Their Prince is in hiding, away from the humans. Away from his- no, not his soulmate. Never his soulmate and should have never been! Wulf could barely contain his growl of rage at the thought, they hope they could still save what little left of their bright, cheerful Prince. They know their Prince would never lose their kindness and love for the living but their Prince could never be the same again after the horrible situation he was put in. Never.

They could only hope that they wouldn't be too late to at least save a broken part of their Prince and help him heal. Oh, how Wulf desperately wanted to use the W-word but they know better than to.

Whimper

Ah...

"Shhh, it's alright little one, your people will be here soon."

Hiccup

"They have been searching for you since you went missing young Prince.. "

Wulf run and cut straight to the air where he could hear his Prince- His Friend- cry of pain and anguis but he could feel his hope and fear -fear of having his expectation to be met with dissapointmen- and the moment Wulf tear a whole through dimension, he was meet with such a painful and horrible sight of his friend.

"... Amiko"

Danny's head snap so quick that Wulf worried he might accidentally hurt himself in his weakened state, Wulf could see his once bright eyes full of live has dulled and as big as plate as Danny stare at Wulf for a long minutes. In that long minutes - which is actually just a mere few seconds but it's still to much for Wulf- they could see clearly of the cores (the cores of Danny's children who couldn't develop properly and fully because of the lack of nutriens from his human half and and there's even few wulf could see to have almost fully developed, yet they didn't make it), the cores of ghostlings that the more wulf looked at them the more pain he felt for his Prince, his friend.

Then wulf also took notice of the woman beside Danny, who seems to be the source of the other voice that has tried to soothe and calm him as she was giving Wulf a look that wulf know so well. After all, everyone in the Realm has the same expression on their face as well as wulf themselves. Then wulf got a handful of crying halfa who finally let the dam lose, wulf only hold him gently but firmly and cradle him in his paws and closely to his chest letting his core huum and thrum to soothe him.

Not long after he fell to uneasy sleep out of exhaustion, in his hand clutching one of the cores that has almost fully developed. Wulf know what that means, it was his first child. The very first one that he manage to keep until his body unable to sustain his body anymore and fail him right when his child has a fully matured core. This is unfair.

Wulf cried silently as they cradle their friend and mourn for him, for his children for all the innocent cores that never got to mature and took for to explore the infinite realm and know about their wonderful carrier, wulf mourn for his friend that has to went through hell of the hell and yet never catch a break, wulf mourn for his friend as he lost his bright and livelihood as he lost his wonder and curiosity, wulf mourn for the ghostling that has to went through so much and has to went through a pain of a carrier because those from the realm have a hard time to have their own little ghostling and that having ghostling was a delicate and painful process, yet their friend went through it over and over while he's losing all of his ghostling.

Wulf didn't know for how long they were sitting there holding Danny protectively in their paws but the woman from before has already left, having put the many many cores that was scatered around and burrying half of him on the ground inside the box. It was left near them with blankets inside it, as if to keep the cores warm and comfortable- wasn't that a thought? Wulf couldn't help but wonder, was Danny's mind filled with the what if of his children cooing and giggling as he played with them? Wulf didn't entertain that thought as he feared for the pain it would cause them. Their core aches the loss.

Danny would love to give his children a proper graves and places to rest but that is a future problem, for now? It is time for Danny Phantom to come home.

"Ni iru viro... Mia amiko.. "

(The esperanto was from Google Translate so sorry it's wrong)

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Constantine woke up with a killer headache as he tried to open his eyes with effort, he groans at the stabbing pain to his eyes. He lay down with eyes closed for them minutes before he could sit up with sore muscles and pounding head.

He felt like something big is around the corner of the ready to pounce on him yet not him at the same time.

"Uuuugh... Fucking demons.. "

He rub his temple and tried to stand up, he staggers and fall face first with a pained grunt.

"My~ my~ who would've thought the John Constantine is so weak he couldn't even stand upon waking up?"

His head snap up so fast he could hear his neck crack loudly, 'that's gonna hurt later'

"Lucifer" he growl out as he hastily stand up to get some sambelance of control over his uncooperative body.

Lucifer only laughter at his attempt as he sit by the single sofa at the end of the bed.

"Don't worry Constantine, I'm not here for you. I have another more important agenda" he waves his hand dissmisively with a smirk.

Constantine narrow his eyes in suspicion yet he couldn't rack his brain hard enough to think of what else this demon wanted from him other than his mess and bad decisions caught up to bite his ass?

Then suddenly, the relaxed demeanor and playful smirk vanish as Lucifer's eyes turn cold and staring him down as if he's staring at his soul - he probably is - and with such jab and ferocious he spoke.

"You mortals has played with something you shouldn't have messed with, you hurt one of ours. You hurt the concept of Balance and cause them so much grief, pain and agony. This is a warning, the one and only so listen carefully and make sure your cute little band of heroes know this Johnathan Constantine"

Slowly his voice turn into something distorted and less human as furry and rage filled his eyes.

"Prepare for retribution, prepare for judgement, prepare to pay for the sins you have committed towards the Hight Prince of Infinite Realm. For the Armageddon shall see to it, their Prince would get justice. Three moons later, when the sun sleep and stars shine brighter than the day you will face your punishment."

Then in burst of hell flame he vanish, leaving behind a big torch on the floor and a very much terrified alkoholic smoker

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Might I add that in my mind, the supranatural and magical world is not one with infinitely Realm, like they're on a different layer but the ancients in the Realm is like godly beings born from a concept (I read this on a prompt but I can't remember where! If someone knows and remember please tell me so I can tag them and give credit (´；д；`) please) so they're like the geek mythology and all but more powerful since... Y'know, the ded part? Even though they're kinda like a different species, I'm not genius enough to come up with something for that sooooo

And the head canon I thought of is that for the supernatural and Realm occupants, having their own child is hard and children are very sacred for them. That's why the supernatural has lots of hybrid and another way to gain more of their kind, because reproduction is just an option that has a high risk. Doesn't mean they never tried or ban it, just have a low success rate is all and a high risk as well as fragile pregnancy.

Danny being able to get pregnant over and over again was because of his halfa status and what with Tim got turned into one, I thought it's kinda like they have the resonance and DNA and their would mark to reinforce it.

So the supernatural kinda go feral since Danny is still a child in the Realm culture and he got impregnated then have miscarriage until he's reaching a the teenagers age by the Realm standard is a big crime, especially since he's the High Prince, they may not have a good or close relationship with the Infinite Realm cuz of the previous King but the next future King wasn't bad. There was supposed to have a meeting to sort out the past problem caused by the former King between Lucifer and the High Prince right before his disappearance.

Coupled with their most sacred, taboo and big no no thing to commit against was done so many times.

Children are sacred being that is bestowed upon them and are a blessings.

You should never attempt at children.

Ever.

Even Danny's rough gallery before wasn't really trying to hurt him since some of them was also children that's couple decades older than him, or some older ones that tried to teach him. They have a different way of teaching a newly formed children and it was with fighting where they would subtly correct them and nudge them to the right place to get better, this was done to taught them how to defend themselves and survive. After all, not all would be kind the same with humans where there's good then there'll also be bad.

So...anyone remember that version of the Rejected Soulmate AU where Danny turns Tim into a Halfa against his will and Tim developed picture powers and trapped Phantom in a painting?

Well I do and I'm about to make it everyone else's problem.

When Danny is finally released from the painting he is not okay. He had been trapped in an attic where pretty much no one went to and then everyone outright avoided for years.

He was essentially stuck in solitary confinement for Ancients know how long. People don't just walk away from that and get to be perfectly sane afterwords. Whats more was that Dannys core was damaged right before being picturefied. Usually the damage sustained would have been nothing more than the equivalent of a skinned knee but being surrounded on all sides by the essence or not only another ghost but another Halfa...well...when two ghosts mix thier essences together they can create a new core.

A baby.

Unfortunately for Phantom both of them were Halfas and Danny had no access to human requirements such as food and water.

Phantoms body couldn't handle the strain of a pregnancy and he had a miscarriage. Worse still, he was constantly surrounded by Tim's essence so he just...kept getting pregnant and kept having miscarriage after miscarriage. When Danny was released he sobbed. It wasn't unusual so hear sobbing or crying from what was dubbed "Dannys room" all around him were the empty cores of the children he had lost, splayed across the floor without a glow and without a life. He looked up at the wall he had been hanging on and saw a distinct discoloration where his portrait used to be. For the love of the Ancients, how long had be been trapped there??

Danny eventually managed to calm down and went over to one of the boxes that hadn't been touched since Alfred stopped coming he tried not to think about that and quietly dumped the contents out onto the floor and used the box to gather up the so many far too many cores.

He would hold a funeral for them all at a later date, but for now he needed to escape the manor.

Sneaking down the stairs he kept his senses sharp. There seemed to be no one in the manor and it appeared to have been that way for quite some time. Alfred would rise from the grave himself if he knew how much dust had accumulated in his absence.

Danny walked past a puddle on the living room floor absently noting the large stain on the ceiling that periodically let a drop splash down into the dampness below. What had happened here? Clearly Tim hadn't died the rest of the way anytime soon after locking Danny up and throwing away the key, so what was up with the manor? How long had Danny been gone? Did they abandon him along with the house? That thought sent his stomach churning.

He knew Tim didn't want him. He had been okay with that so long as he played with him. Most soulmate bonds were platonic and Danny wasn't above pestering someone for attention. Red Robin had almost always seemed annoyed by his presence though and never really gave him a chance even when he seemed to be having fun with whatever "mini game" he had constructed (he made sure to base them off of Reds own hobbies and likes) he had seemed to be holding himself back. Tim never opened up to Danny.

Now Danny was the one trying to avoid Tim as he slipped out one of the manors secret passageways. Thank you old school money and your paranoid aristocrats. He wondered it Bruce even knew of all the secret passageways the Phantom had scoped out in Wayne Manor as he slipped out of a bush behind some old house on another property. Judging on how he had to phase his way out of the hidden door and under the bushes roots he'd go out on a limb and guess no one had used this one in quite a while.

He decided to still stick to the shadows. Even if he had escaped the manor it didn't change the fact that if Tim didn't already know he escaped he would soon enough and would be out looking for him with the rest of the furry patrol.

What about Hood? Did he still hate him? Danny wasn't even sure what went wrong. One day they were friends and then the next he wouldn't even look at him. Did Tim say something? Would he stoop so low? Either way he didn't think Hood would help him. He could feel Hoods Ecto-signature over in the direction of Crime Alley so he couldn't have been trapped for two long, right?

Wrong. So so wrong. According to the date on the electronic billboard he had been trapped for 133 years. Ancients. In other news Tim Drake had been attacked and fallen into a coma not too long ago, which would explain why Danny was free and not being chased. That and his collar that hid his ecto signature. Every day he's thankful for it.

Now would be the best time to leave Gotham. Now while everyone is distracted and Tim can't shove Danny back into his own private Hell.

By the time Tim realizes Danny is missing he will already be long gone.

[fr0stbearer]

the way nothing is scaring the shit out of me anymore other than work...

[moonlightspencie]

don't want you like a best friend

Description: James is nervous about his inexperience with girls. Luckily he has a best friend who's more than willing to help. (based on an idea formed in part by @amiableness. check out the post)

Pairing: best friend!James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: DESPERATE!james, inexperienced!james, blowjob (m receiving), porn with barely any plot

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: kind of muggle!au? doesn't really matter in the context of this though lmao

You walked into James's flat, quite pleased he'd given you a key. It was much easier to bother him whenever you pleased when you could just waltz in any time.

"James!" you called out, toeing off your shoes.

"In here!" he shouted back.

You followed his voice to his room, seeing him laying on his tummy watching tv. You ran up to his bed and flopping down on it next to him. He laughed in that squeaky, joyful way he only ever seemed to do around you.

"Hi," he greeted with a cheeky smile.

"Hi," you replied with an equal grin, then glanced at the television. "What are you watching?"

"Nature documentary about penguins," he responded simply.

You glanced up at him with a quirked brow. "Why?"

"Cause I like penguins," he shrugged.

"...we need to get you a girlfriend."

He went a little quiet, prompting you to look at him again. You tilted your head.

"James?"

He chewed his lip. "I– I do kind of have a date. Tomorrow."

"What?" you exclaimed, suddenly sitting up straight. "Who? Since when?"

His cheeks went a little pink. "Sirius set it up for me."

"Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I'm nervous!"

You chuckled softly, still in a bit of disbelief. The boy had been single for far too long in your opinion, especially considering how much girls threw themselves at him in school. He always said that it was just because he had high standards, but part of you was half-convinced he must be terrified of girls. Or commitment. Maybe both.

"I just... I can't believe it. Is she cute?"

He almost grimaced. Not a great sign.

"Uh oh," you snorted a laugh.

"It's not that she's ugly! She's... she is pretty, its just," he sighed, shrugging a little, "she's not really my type, I guess."

"At this point, I'm beginning to believe you don't have a type."

He frowned. "Hey."

"Just saying, James. You never date, and it's not for lack of girls who like you."

"I kind of have to like them back for that to work."

"You sure you're not scared of girls?" you asked with a laugh.

He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "No."

"Commitment?"

"No."

"...Sex?"

"Ugh, don't say that," he groaned, dropping his face against the mattress.

You laughed again. "Sounds like a yes. It's really not that scary."

"It's kinda scary," he mumbled against his comforter.

"James," you called quietly, resting your cheek on the mattress to look at him.

He turned his face towards you, his cheeks pink and his hair even messier than usual. His lips were slightly pouty. Frankly, it was absolutely adorable.

"Everyone but me has done it at this point. The furthest I ever got was touching a boob over clothes in fifth year."

You couldn't help but to laugh at that, causing him to whine your name in protest.

"Sorry..." you said, not all that apologetic. "It's just... cute. You get so flustered. It's really not a big deal."

"It is a big deal to me."

"Aw. I'm sorry, Jamie. I just mean that nobody's going to fault you for being inexperienced."

"They might!"

"No they won't."

"You don't know that."

"At any rate, I think it's sweet."

"But I'm not having sex with you," he argued, then snapped his mouth shut, his cheeks going even darker. "That sounds... I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you ran a hand through his hair, and he leaned into the touch. "I just mean to say that I'm sure if I think it's sweet, other girls would also probably think it's cute."

"I'm a man. I shouldn't be cute, I should be... strong and masculine. Hot."

"You're very hot, James."

He sighed, still pouting a little.

"Put that lip away," you muttered, tapping his bottom lip.

"You're being mean."

"No, I'm not."

"You're teasing me," he pouted again.

"What? How?"

"You're very hot, James," he mocked in an overly-high-pitched voice.

You snorted a laugh. "Heaven forbid I tell my hot best friend that he is, in fact, hot."

He fell quiet for a moment. "You really think so?"

"Of course I do."

"Mm," he hummed softly, then sighed. "Why can't there be more girls like you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, smiling curiously.

"You're always so sweet to me. I just wish there were more girls who act like you, cause then I could just... do it with them and not be so worried about it."

You raised your brows, trying to hold back another laugh. "Oh, really?"

"Don't tease me."

"I'm not. Just, why don't–" you stopped abruptly.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "What?"

"If you're so worried about getting your first time over with, then why don't you just do it with me?"

He looked like he got the wind knocked out of him in that moment, blinking a few times as if he was trying to wake up from a dream. He opened his mouth a few times, though no sound came out.

"I just mean that... you said you'd do it with a girl like me, so why not me? You trust me, I know what I'm doing, you know I won't judge," you listed off some reasons. "It could work, you know?"

"Cause you're... you're my best friend."

"And?"

"And friends don't do that."

"Friends do that all the time," you replied with a shrug.

"What?" he asked, looking totally mortified.

"Friends have sex all the time."

"Since when?"

"Since forever," you chuckled a little. "I'm not saying we have to. Just putting it out there, since you're so nervous about it and all."

"I–I don't..."

"You don't have to say yes."

"I know," he nodded, looking a little uncomfortable. "It's just... I don't think I'm ready to do all of that right now."

You smile a little. "I'm not saying I'd take you to pound town right now..."

"Ugh," he groaned.

"Sorry. I just mean to say that, if you wanted to, we could start slow. Work you up to the main event."

He chewed his lip, looking away from you. You sighed softly, then stood from the bed.

"Alright. Let's go and grab a snack or something and take your mind off all this. Stop stressing so much," you said, trying to grab his arm to pull him up.

He shook his head. "Can't."

"What? Yes, you can."

"No, I can't," he emphasized, his cheeks still dark.

"Why not."

He stared at you for a moment, then whined, dropping his head into the comforter again. He mumbled something into the fabric, causing you to groan in annoyance.

"What are you saying? I can't hear you when you mumble."

"You don't understand," he said, looking at you again with a pouty face. "You're not a guy."

"What the hell is that supposed to... Oh," your eyes widened. You let out a disbelieving, delighted little giggle. "Are you–"

"Please don't talk about it. It'll make it worse," he said quickly in his whiny little voice.

"Aww. Poor baby."

"Stop it."

"Let me see."

His eyes widened comically. "What?"

"Let me see. Come on, turn over," you giggle, trying to turn him.

"Lovie, no, I..."

"Please?" you pouted, knowing he could never resist it.

He whined. "Please don't. It's embarrassing."

"It's hot."

He gulped. "...It is?"

You nodded. "Yeah. It's kind of flattering, too. The fact that I barely suggested it and you got all excited."

"It's not my fault. I just... my brain started thinking..."

"Yeah, brains tend to do that," you joked, relishing in him being all flustered. It was so unlike his usual demeanor. "Come on, Jamie. I just want to see."

He swallowed, nodding a little awkwardly before he turned onto his back. You smirked a little to yourself at the obvious bulge in his sweatpants. You sat back on the bed right next to him, glancing back at his nervous face.

"Can I touch?"

"I... I don't know."

"Just over the pants right now."

He considered it for a few moments, before taking a deep breath, nodding.

"Okay," he said quietly, his hands balling into fists.

You smiled. "Relax."

You let your hand rest on his thigh first, watching him as his eyes trailed your every move. You slowly slid up his leg, teasingly, just so you could see him sweat a little at the thought of being touched for the first time. He was generally quite confident, but somehow missed out on anything and everything intimate outside of kissing.

He sucked in a breath as you reached his hip, looking as if he could pass out.

"Hey," you said gently, trying to catch his eye. "Take a deep breath. Relax. It's supposed to feel good."

He sniffed, nodding shakily. "Y-yeah. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Jamie. Just... relax. Okay?"

"Okay."

You let your hand move again, barely ghosting over his bulge, the tips of your fingers touching the fabric of his sweatpants. You looked up at his face. His cheeks were red, and his eyes were wide and almost glossy. His pretty, pouty lips were just barely parted as he waited in anticipation for your next move.

You lowered your hand, gripping him gently through his pants, forcing a shaky gasp through his lips. You smirked to yourself a little, stroking him through his pants.

"Feels good, huh?" you asked in a quiet voice.

He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a pathetic little moan. You chuckled at the sound, stroking him again. He was bigger than you expected him to be, but not terribly massive. His hips bucked into your hand, another soft whine coming from him.

"Aww. You like it, huh?"

He nodded, breath coming in short.

"Can I do a little more?"

"Uh..."

"I think you'll like it."

"M-maybe," he gasped out, looking utterly wrecked already.

"Can I take off your pants?"

He looked at your face again. "Huh?"

"Can I take them off? I wanna touch you," you stated simply.

He whimpered. "Um... For... for what?"

You furrowed your brow. "So I can feel you. I just want to touch your skin. It'll feel better for you, too. You touch yourself, right?"

"I... Y-yeah. Yeah, sometimes."

"And I assume you don't do it through your pants, right?" you laugh a little.

He merely swallows, nodding dumbly. "Right."

"So... Can I touch you like that? I won't do it unless you say yes."

"Oh..." he sucked in a shaky breath. "O-okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes."

You smiled, hooking your fingers in his sweatpants and underwear. "Hips up, please."

He followed your instructions easily, lifting his hips for you. You tugged everything down in one go, leaving it all pooled at his ankles on the bed. You nearly moaned yourself when you saw him, hard and leaky and ready. You traced his dick softly with your fingertips, impressed with him, and drawing another moan from his lips.

"So pretty, Jamie. Look at you."

"Don't... fuck," he gasped. "Don't say that."

"I mean it. Your cock is perfect."

He whimpered again, sounding like he could cry. You wrapped a hand around him, stroking him softly as hips bucked into your hand, soft moans and squeaks leaving him in utter desperation.

"P-please," he begged, staring at you as if you hung the stars.

"Please?"

"I... I don't know," he shook his head, his lip quivering.

"You need more?"

He sniffled, nodding quickly. "So bad. Please."

"Can I suck your cock, love?"

The sound that left his lips was utterly pornographic, his chest heaving like he'd run a marathon.

"God..."

"That's not my name, baby," you stroke him again. "I need you to say yes if this is what you want."

"Y-yes. Fuck yes," he said, his hips still shifting under you, trying to get more friction from your hand.

"So needy," you chide jokingly, moving to settle between his legs.

He whined watching you climb between his legs, nearly hyperventilating at the sight and feeling of you kissing along his stomach with your hand pushing his shirt up.

"So pretty," he groaned, stroking your hair.

You smiled against his stomach, licking nearly up to his chest just to hear him make that sound again. You kissed back down his stomach, barely ghosting over the tip of his cock at you looked back up at him.

"Ready?"

He nodded, in a trance as he watched you. You kept his eye contact as you darted your tongue out, tasting him for the first time. He practically sobbed in pleasure, pulling on your hair slightly.

"Told you it would feel good, baby," you mutter, licking from base to tip as he squirmed under your touch. "Isn't this nice?"

"Mmmm..." he nodded, chest heaving.

"Good boy," you kissed his tip.

You stared up at him, smiling to yourself at his sweet little reactions as you started stroking him. He looked so adorable totally wrecked. Like he could pass out at any moment. You couldn't help but to want more.

You wet your lips, figuring you could probably fit most of him into your mouth in one go: so you decided to give it a go. You licked him once more, then shoved his cock down your throat, letting it hit far enough to make you gag.

He shouted, gasping for air before he fell into a puddle of moans and desperate praises of your name. You pulled off of him, but only for a second before you went back down, sucking on him as if your life depended on it. It felt like it did.

He gripped the fabric of his comforter, sobbing in pleasure as his hips jutted up into your mouth. You were about to pull off to make some sly remark, when he whimpered loudly, shooting his cum down your throat. You hummed around him, swallowing everything you could despite your utter surprise that he had finished so quickly. He whined and kept his grip tight in your hair until he was done, his seed dribbling past your lips as you couldn't quite swallow everything. You weren't sure if you'd ever witnessed someone cumming so much before.

You did your best to clean him off without making him overly-sensitive, and finally pulled off.

"Mm... Holy fuck, Jamie. You cum that much every time?” You ask, chuckling a little despite being wildly aroused.

He shook his head, sweaty and still whimpering.

"Awww," you cooed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You okay?"

"That... that felt..."

"What?"

"Best thing ever," he managed breathily.

You laughed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he uttered, a small smile on his face as he opened his eyes. "I... you're really good at that."

"Apparently too good," you snorted.

"Maybe," he nodded, then hummed softly in pleasure. "Sorry for cumming so fast."

"It was sweet."

"It's not sweet," he shook his head.

"I think so. You're so sensitive," you kissed his cheek.

He hummed again, then sighed softly. You watched him as he took a few steadying breaths before he moved his eyes back to you. He let his eyes linger on your form for several moments, then chewed his lip. He looked up at you, clearly debating something in his mind.

Then he smiled a little.

"Can I return the favor next time?"

[astrxealis]

hi! finally played omori a bit today ^__^ uhh i mean. like last month i did finally start but i wasn't able to save and only reached when you first meet mari and basil but yeah ANYWAY 1-2 hours wow i uh stopped with that scary bit in the real world i think. but really enjoying so far fr