#im allowed to complain thank u !

[hiswrlds]

this is so out of nowhere but idc idc i have to yell abt it peach it will never stop impressing me just how well u understand characters. u literally just started writing this blue rat and u completely get him in such a way i cant help but let my jaw hit the floor every time u post ic or ooc abt him. bc ur so right !!! u get it !!!! it's honestly so fucking awesome to see i am SO excited to see u explore him more !!!! i am also extremely excited to throw all my muses at him. gnawing on the bars of my cage

JORDYN I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED

[kohiandie]

i’ve seen too many animals suffering to be content with breeding — dogs but especially cats

there’s no such thing as ethical or “responsible” breeding when someone buying a breed is basically taking away a perfectly good home from a shelter / homeless pet

thanks for coming to my ted talk

ps no im not mad at you for having a bred dog i just expect that we’re all human beings capable of learning for future decisions

[goldenstring6123]

HIIIYAAAYAYA I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND I LOOK FORWARD TO EVERY SINGLE PIECE YOU RELEASE!!! YOU HAVE ME CHECKING YOUR PAGE 24/7 IM OBSESSEDDD 🫦🫦 ANYWHO ignore my fawning but how do you think the lads boys would react to a suuuuper clingy gf??? idk but if i were mc i would NOT be leaving their side and would literally be glued onto their body like mc is a strong soldier for resisting (especially rafayel my HUSBAND 😩) literally wanna just curl up in their lap and carve myself into their ribcage so they can never escape from me tehe. ALSOOO U DON’T GOTTA RESPOND IF UR BUSY OR UNCOMFY!!!! JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS WRITING 🫶🫶

Lnds: Sticky little lover

Warning: vaguely suggestive, mentions of hickeys, fem!reader, clingy!reader, reader may or may not be the mc, there might be spelling mistakes, I haven't proofread yet.

Author's note: Awieee thank u sm pookie! I understand the feeling of wanting to latch onto the LIs~

Zayne:

Zayne wakes up with you on his chest, your leg over his crotch, and your arm across his stomach. To him, you were like a weighted stuffed toy and a weighted blanket, all at the same time. He wasn't complaining; maybe it was an excuse to stay in bed for another half an hour.

The bathroom is big enough for the two of you, with two wash basins, a separate shower, and a bathtub. There are three bathrooms in the house, but you always choose the one he uses. He's complained once, but you said you didn't like the interior design of the others. Side by side, you brush your teeth and comb your hair while he shaves and flosses. If you wake up earlier than usual, maybe he'll let you moisturize and exfoliate his face. It's no surprise Zayne leaves the bathroom door open for you. It's just normal for both of you to cross paths in the large bathroom.

When he leaves for work, you never miss a day to kiss his nose and give him a quick peck. You embrace him with two arms, but he hugs you back with one, the other hand holding his bag. You don't mind.

Your message gallery is filled with pictures of your mundane life: a snapshot of a book you're reading, the new coffee you tried, the little teacup Maltese that reminded you of him. Even though he's busy, he always finds time to react, and if he doesn't, he brings up the picture when you pick him up at the end of the day. He never forgets.

Calm days are spent in each other's presence. You always cling to him in one way or another. While he's reading a book, your feet are on his lap, and his fingers unknowingly knead your ankles. While watching a movie, your shoulders touch, and your hands are intertwined. When you react to the film, his hand, still holding yours, follows your movements.

Dates are always fun. It doesn't matter where you go or what you do as long as Zayne's in your company. Cafe dates are cute, but Zayne always calls you out for staring at him with a weird look in your eyes—you were admiring him. Whenever you walk, you cling to him, wrapping yourself around his forearm while playfully weighing him down. He stumbles for a second but smiles.

You love leaving hickeys on him, even bite marks if he allows, but the rule is never above the collar of his shirt. You oblige 97% of the time. The other 3%, you sneak in a light hickey that passes off as a mosquito bite, just peeking through the collar of his dress shirt. Sometimes, there's one behind his ear, barely visible. He never knows, but the doctors and patients at the hospital do.

When you're apart, you always call him and go about your day. At night, you video call and try to stay awake, only to snooze off. Zayne chuckles at your attempts to wash the tiredness away, but sometimes, he falls asleep with you. In the morning, both of your phones end up overheating and out of battery.

Zayne loves your company, to others it may seem trouble some but with you, it was adorable. It's through your clingyness that he experiences feelings he never once did before, and those little things always brighten his day. You actions with him makes him feel more loved and he knows he has a hard time expressing them but with you around, it had become more and more easier.

Rafayel:

They say opposites attract, but you and Rafayel are the universal exception.

Rafayel doesn't like it when you're late. Even for a home-date, he fusses about being left alone too long and feeling abandoned. You laugh at his whining over text and enter his door. When he sees you, he jumps off the couch and pouts, "Finally, it took you long enough."

You're like magnets to each other. Wherever one goes, the other follows. If you're cooking ramen in the kitchen, Rafayel sneaks behind you, hugging your back and sniffing your hair. If he's watering flowers in the greenhouse, you sit nearby and watch a ladybug on a leaf. If he's painting, you're reading on a nearby couch. Rafayel's residence is too big for one person but just enough for two.

Rafayel whines when you do something without him, especially if it's something he wants to do. You once took a flower arrangement class without him, and he sulked, "Wow, you didn't even think to tell me? I wanted to do that with you." Even watching movies is hard because you need to pause and wait for him whenever he leaves the room. One time, you finished a mystery series without him, and he ate the tiramisu you were saving for dessert in revenge.

Matching clothes is a thing. He avoids tacky prints but opts for complementary outfits. Because of this, Rafayel buys clothes with you in mind, often choosing items with a feminine counterpart. His shoe closet and yours are practically the same, and you don't complain because Rafayel has good fashion taste.

You love cute matching items. You once bought a two-piece mug set with a heart design, and he took the other one without you knowing. He also took a keychain from your collection, matching the one you have in your wallet.

"Are you tired of me now?" he asks when you keep your distance, avoiding a hug. It's the middle of summer, and the AC is broken. You reek of sweat, and the last thing you want is to be touched. You sigh and pat his back, "After I take a bath, I'll give you all the hugs you want."

He asks about your plans every morning, almost as a ritual. You've gotten used to replying while getting ready. If both schedules permit, he joins you for grocery runs, laundry, or whatever mundane tasks you have. You make good use of him, letting him carry the bags even if you could do it yourself.

When Rafayel is at an exhibit, you bombard him with texts: jokes, articles, or random thoughts. He replies quickly, hiding from the audience, bored out of his mind. In return, he sends you pictures of his artwork, which you threaten to sell online as digital files. He blocks you for a good five minutes.

You're each other's wallpaper. Surprisingly, Rafayel asked to do it. You spent hours finding the perfect pose and recreating trending ones. Rafayel insisted on multiple retakes.

You were rafayel's missing piece. To him, you were the only thing that he has ever wanted in his life. He loved you dearly and a part of him was terrified that you don't reciprocate the same level of love as he does to you; but lo and behold, fate has given him a blessing after all those years of loneliness. His heart swoons at the very sight of your actions. You were clingy, that was factually true but the same goes for him. Nothing makes him more fulfilled than seeing you both think and love in the same wavelength.

Sylus:

His base has become your home. On days off, you often find yourself in one of three rooms: his bedroom, where you lie on his bed, tapping away on your phone or laptop; his kitchen, where the chef cooks whatever you want in exchange for listening to his stories from his little village; or the lobby, where Luke and Kieran update you on the most boring things in the building. Sylus doesn't mind at all; it's less work for Mephisto, and he can keep an eye on you.

Sylus's sleep schedule is the same as that of those in Linkon City. His days begin in the evenings, often leaving you lying in the big bed alone. Sylus is nearby or at his desk if he's not out on the streets. You like hugging his pillow because it smells like his 3-in-1 shampoo. If he's out on late-night trips, you selfishly steal his shirt from the closet, wear it on the pillow, and hug that to sleep, forcing yourself to be satisfied with what you got.

His lap is your chair. It doesn't matter where he's sitting; you always find yourself on him. Sylus sometimes complains about his thighs going numb, but when you leave, he yanks you back, positioning you between his legs, with your butt on the chair instead of his thigh. He goes back to his work as if nothing happened, occasionally sparing you a kiss on the forehead or rubbing his face against yours. If not, you shower his chest and neck with light pecks before snuggling into the crook of his neck.

His biceps are nice to the touch. On dates to the city, while waiting in line, you squeeze his muscles for entertainment, even through his thick leather jacket. He flexes for a minute before relaxing, amused at how easily you entertain yourself.

The boyfriend shirt phenomenon is common. You don't leave the base wearing his clothes, but you certainly walk around the area in them. Whether a turtleneck, a black blouse, or just a plain shirt, you're always wearing his clothes, even in his company.

You're an eccentric one, thats for sure. Sylus never truly got ahold of how you managed to change from being so distant to practically being glued to him. It was like he partnered up with a whole new different person. He wasn't complaining at all if anything, he found it admirable and a part of him was quietly relieved that time did all the adjusting between you and him. Despite being a bit too fussy at times, he'd be more than willing to compromise if that's what makes you happy.

Xavier:

You always steal his hoodies. They're big, soft, and smell like him, so you have two or three at home. Xavier scratches his head when he notices bare hangers in his closet. When you visit, he finally sees what's missing. No matter how many hoodies and jackets he buys for you, you always get your hands on his, almost becoming a problem. Now, he rotates his jackets, giving them to you on schedule.

Xavier's hair is too soft to be human. When he's on your lap, you massage his scalp and fidget with the ends of his silver hair. If you have hair elastics and a cute clip nearby, he ends up with his hair tied up or braided. He needs your help to take it off because it's too painful for him to do alone. Oops?

You prefer sitting beside him rather than across from him at a table. He didn't understand at first because he wanted to face you when eating. But when he's beside you, he slowly gets it. You like touching him one way or another. You enjoy your elbows touching or your thighs grazing each other. It's also convenient to lean slightly and rest your head on his shoulder.

Xavier loves bathing with you. The bathtub in his apartment is big enough for both. He likes the smell of your bath bombs and is sometimes fascinated by the toys or mini jewelry inside. Your back always presses against him, and he willingly holds you. On more stressful days, you light candles and open some cheap wine to enjoy in rose-covered water.

He's riddled with bite marks, even when not having sex. He's dozing off when you suddenly find his arm or leg appetizing. He jolts awake and tries to shake your grip, but it's too tight. When you've had enough, he stares at your work of art and wipes his saliva-coated limb. You grin, watching him wipe your fluids. Because of the frequency, he rarely lets his consciousness drift away when his bare arms and legs are around you.

When bathing alone, you use his shampoo instead of yours. It's surprising he doesn't use all-in-one shampoo and body wash; he uses baby shampoo. When confronted, he shrugs, saying it does the job, and recalls you like playing with his hair. His perfume and powder are also for babies.

In the eyes of Xavier, you were adorable even if your actions were questionable. You were cute, and he never once thought that your actions were a burden or suffocating. The things you do, the way you speak they were all precious in his eyes and Xavier understands that this was you way of showing your love for him. Because of that, he tolerates you every time you bite him.

Your gallery is full of his pictures. Candid photos you secretly take daily. Your favorite is when his cheeks are full of food, resembling a hamster. You take pictures when he's asleep, using you as a pillow. Sometimes, you're both looking at the camera, making random faces.

Author footnotes: I'm sorry if these were pretty general. I'm not the clingy type so I don't know how these type of people act but I wrote it with the things I observed from films and tiktok lol

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[only-lonely-star]

ok so basically. after a particularly rough and unfair rumble with the socs, not only is dallas exhausted and sore but hes acting all soft and clingy. when he showed up at your door all he wanted was for his girl to hold him. but he is a mess and hes covered in dirt, blood and sweat so fem reader suggests that he takes a shower but hes like “im tired…” and she suggests that she gets in to help him (COMPLETELY DOMESTIC NOT IN A FREAKY WAY) and dallas is too tired and touch starved to complain so instead of a cocky remark he agrees and reader basically just helps him clean up and get to bed. is this too much?😭 im sorry if it is!!! u 100% do not have to do it!! but ilysm and thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

🫧⋆｡˚ Bruised and Bare ˚ ｡⋆ 🫧

Warnings - Slight pain inflicted on Dallas. Mentions of blood and bruises. Showering together. Established relationship between fem!reader and Dallas Winston.

Summary - Dallas comes to you for some comfort after a rough fight with some Soc boys. You offer to join him in a hot shower to relax and unwind :)

Author’s Note - I love you too, Anon, thank you for your request! 😼😼 Let me just say… DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK TO WRITING. The post-meeting-C.-Thomas-Howell depression is so real and hit me so strong. This is a rather short one, I apologize. I fear if I didn’t get to these requests soon enough then I’d procrastinate even more. I have like four WIPs right now, they’ll be out soon y’all. I love you all SO much, enjoy!!!! 🙈🙈

Word Count - 830

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The sudden knock on your door hadn’t taken you by surprise as you sauntered towards the tall, wooden frame. It was late. Visitors at this hour usually resulted in your rebellious boyfriend, Dallas, looking for a safe haven to spend the night at. It was no surprise when you pulled the doorknob and saw Dallas with a look of defeat and exhaustion in his eyes.

He was hunched over, his shoulders slouched to a new level of low. The boy’s eyes revealed he had endured a tough night already, but the scattered bruises in shades of red and purple told you the full story. “Come on and let me in, just let me cool off for a minute,” he pleaded, his eyes lifeless.

“Oh, Dallas, you went looking for trouble again, didn’t you?” you spoke with playful sarcasm, pulling him inside by the stretched-out collar of his tee.

As Dallas stumbled inside, his boots left footprints of mud across the welcome mat. “No, actually,” he retorted with equal sarcasm, “I took a few blows from them Soc guys we saw that day in the park. I thought I could take three, but hell- I guess not.” Dallas glanced down at his raggedy shirt, one that couldn’t be saved now that it was ripped and torn in just about every place imaginable.

Frowning, you extended a hand to cup his cheek. He looked absolutely defeated - a rare sighting for such a well-known fighter. He didn’t budge at the gentle touch, instead, he stepped forward and snaked his hands to rest on your hips idly. “I’m sorry, baby, c’mere,” you beckoned, gently stroking your thumb across his cheek.

Dallas obeyed, closing the distance between the two of you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, allowing his hand to press yours firmly against his cheek. His lips formed into a small pout. “It hurts, baby. Everywhere. We can just have an easy night and uh…chill in bed, how ‘bout that?”

You grimaced, pulling away slightly. “You ought to shower first, Dal, you ain’t staining my sheets with all that blood… and dirt…and whatever the hell that is,” you pointed to a smear of bright green across his white tee.

The groan Dallas let out was something else. He slouched further and shook your hips vigorously. “Come onnnn, I’m tired. I can’t- I can’t get a hug from my girl? Is that right? I come crawling to you for a simple hug and I can’t even get that?”

His little sob story wasn’t convincing you for shit. “Dallas, don’t hand me that. I’ll even step in with you, that way all you have to do is stand there.”

He shrugged. This was a win-win. He didn’t have to do a thing and on top of that, he got to spend time with you. “Thank you,” Dallas replied sincerely. You could tell right away he meant it, he needed this gentle form of care.

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As you twisted the knob to adjust the water’s temperature, Dallas analyzed the markings on his cheekbones and under-eye area. His lip seemed to be busted up pretty well, along with a dark purple rim around his left cheekbone. He grinned, “Looks good, don’t it?”

Scoffing playfully, you ushered him closer, “Just get in.” Dallas slowly but surely trudged his way into the tub, standing under the shower head. With another twist, the hot water splashed down from the nozzle, running down his bruised back. His eyes shut instinctively as he felt around the air in front of him for your body. Following him inside, you grabbed the spare white washcloth which hung from the rack located just across the sink. You enclosed yourself inside as you pulled the shower curtain shut.

“Get my back first?” he requested with a soft smile. The exhaustion written on his face was clear as day, but he maintained a sincere tone when speaking with you.

“Yeah, I got you.” His shoulder blades were tense and stiff. The purple spotting along the more tender parts of his back caused a wince from the both of you. Dallas was tough, he’d never admit he’s truly hurt.

“Careful-,” he hissed with clenched teeth, stiffening as he felt your hand pressing the washcloth onto the sensitive area between his shoulders.

“Does that hurt, baby?” you drew back, hovering the dripping fabric over his body.

Dallas sighed meekly. While most was done to his face, he still had sore spots scattered throughout his entire body. “I’m sore all over darlin’, that’s why I just wanted to lay down.”

Feeling your heart clench out of sympathy, you kissed the tender spots along his spine. The steam emitted from the shower head provided the moist heat needed to soothe his aching body, much like your love for him. He found himself able to relax and wind down in the solace of your presence. Who would have thought that even Dallas Winston needed some tender love and care after all?

THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU ARE THE BEST! ❤️‍🩹

[verstappen-cult]

LOVE STORY, M. VERSTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader.

SUMMARY — Going out on dates with Max means taking a lot of pictures to share them on Instagram. Max has never complained, in fact, he's more than happy to show the world just how much he enjoys every single one of those dates.

GWEN'S RADIO MESSAGE. requested by @amoosarte "reader and max go out a ton dates during winter break, with max posing awkwardly while reader is taking picture every second if they go on a date, so max switched it around and take a bunch of photos of her and it's just so adorable and he's so whipped?" i had so much fun looking for max and his gf's pictures because he's literally the 🧍‍♂️emoji in every single one of their pics. so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i hope you like it!

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yourusername Hello, Paris! Winter break has started and what a better way to celebrate than with a first date in the city of love with this handsome man. 💋​🤍​

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user01 relationship goals

user02 forever grateful with for giving us max content

landonorris thanks for not taking your child with you.

yourusername what don't you understand about romantic holiday? we don't want u here ⤷ landonorris wait did you hear that? it was my heart breaking. completely shattered. 😞​ maxverstappen1 you're welcome! 😁​👊​ ⤷ landonorris i always knew you never wanted me

user03 the pov girlies of tiktok are gonna have a feast

user04 MY PARENTS

francisca.cgomes come and visit, i miss you!

yourusername just let me get rid of max first and i'll come to you, baby maxverstappen1 stop trying to steal my gf from me ⤷ francisca.cgomes she wants me

user05 the second pic is so pinterest coded

user06 max not wearing red bull merch? am i dreaming?

user07 the girlfriend effect is real

maxverstappen1 everyone needs to know that we walked around paris for hours trying to find that coffee place you wanted to try. i feet still hurt!

yourusername you love me ⤷ maxverstappen1 shut up

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yourusername Everything's better if I'm with you.

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user08 omg im gonna cry they look so cute

user09 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

user10 sleeping on the highway sounds like a good idea

danielricciardo disgusting

yourusername you're just jealous

charles_leclerc went on holiday without me? :(

landonorris they left me too ⤷ yourusername OH SHUT UP ⤷ landonorris NEVER.

maxverstappen1 you can join us in st. tropez ⤷ landonorris can i join too? danielricciardo already packing pierregasly count me in oscarpiastri @/danielricciardo pick me up maxverstappen1 I WAS TALKING TO CHARLES

user11 sick and tired of not having my own max verstappen

user12 obsessed with max "heart eyes" verstappen

user13 HE LOVES HER SM

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yourusername We had a reservation at a fancy restaurant today but instead of dressing up, we chose to stay home and build a flower bouquet out of Legos. 🥺​🤍

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user14 they 😭​ stayed home 😭​ instead

georgerussell63 donuts are not on his diet.

maxverstappen1 SHUT UP GEORGE yourusername it's winter break ge, he's allowed ⤷ maxverstappen1 yeah baby defend me

user15 why is no one talking about MAX'S CHEST ON DISPLAY?????

user16 oh she knows what she's doing ⤷ yourusername no idea what you're talking about. 🤭​

user17 i am BEGGING you to stop i'm too single for this

user18 MY OH MY

user19 yn's comment section always delivers

user20 happy for them and not at all jealous

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yourusername 🖤​🖤​🖤​

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user21 kill me now please i can't leave knowing i'll never find someone who loves me as much as max loves y/n

user22 THE WAY HE'S GRABBING HER LEG?

user23 MR. VERSTAPPEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

alex_albon where did you two go

yourusername you've reached y/n's voicemail please speak after after the tone

oscarpiastri please remember i'm sharing a wall with you

charles_leclerc good luck mate yukitsunoda0511 i have earplugs if you need some ⤷ maxverstappen1 WTF YUKI

user24 WHAT IS GOING ON AAAA

user25 i can't keep lying to myself. i want a relationship like the one max and y/n have like you can clearly see how much they love each other

user26 OBSESSED WITH THIS DATE SAGA PLS DON'T STOP

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maxverstappen1 I just couldn't leave you without showing you my POV.

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user27 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYD SJDJHSDJKN

user28 all men should be like max verstappen

yourusername i didn't even notice you taking half of these. words cannot express how much i love you.

user29 "my pov" MY PARENTS

landonorris you actually made her look pretty

yourusername i'll cut the brakes of your car ⤷ landonorris THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER

user30 they're so adorable its disgusting

user31 i'm 100% sure their friends are so sick of them

charles_leclerc yes pierregasly you're right landonorris i throw up every time i see them georgerussell63 finally someone understands

user32 STOP THIS MADNESS

user33 oh she has him wrapped around her finger

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[hattersrabbit]

could u maybe maybe maybe write smut for ranpo (ik u just did one but im still hungry😞) x reader

🎀"THE PASSION OF EROS"🎀

ranpo edogawa x reader | nsfw

cw! aphrodisiac, female reader, top! ranpo, sub reader, low-key self-indulgent, vaginal penetration, semi-public, office sex, first time (I like drama), unprotected sex, explicit consent, fingering, oral (ranpo receiving), rough sex maybe???

thank you for the request! I'm happy to serve more ranpo content. if you can't tell im still a bit rusty on writing smut lol

"When are you going to be done!?"

You laughed lightly from Ranpo's groaning across the room. You sat in your seat that was beside Atsushi's empty desk working on paperwork and such.

"Kunikida will have my head if I don't finish this."

The childish man groaned again as his chair turned in circles. He kicked his feet like a child. The crackles of plastic and chip bags filled the air as did your light laughter.

He hopped from his seat and rummaged through his desk looking for snacks. You rolled your eyes as he did so. You continued with your work with a smile.

While boring Ranpo had stayed to keep you company. Never would your boyfriend confess to you that he was simply clingy. After all, he needed help getting home, and yet despite his complaining he stayed.

In other words he loved you.

Despite all your shy nature, he loved you nonetheless. Anxiety and all. Ranpo was all you could ever ask for.

While surfing around for snacks Ranpo came across a certain box of chocolates. It ones that you bought without a thought when you were given the task of getting Ranpo snacks. This was one of them he hadn't eaten yet.

Without a care, he opened the box with enthusiasm.

"Hey! Come get one!"

"Oh!"

You got up from your chair with tiny movements. The detective grinned at you. His eyes opened to reveal his green eyes; just to tease you.

Rather sadistically, he liked seeing you writhe in front of him.

"Don't look at me like that..."

You mumbled as you took one chocolate from the plastic tray. The detective surprisingly put another into your hand. His green eyes still bright and narrowed.

"Cute." He booped your nose. You gasped and quickly went back to your seat to resume your work. Ranpo cackled as he popped numerous chocolate bites into his mouth.

"Stupid Ranpo..." You whispered gently as you snacked on the two pieces of chocolates. A sweet milk chocolate taste with a hint of something else in the taste. You curved a brow at the odd taste.

A good taste. Sweet and intoxicating.

The heat of your cheeks seemed to feel hotter about 2 minutes into continuing your work. There was wetness in your undergarments below. You were beginning to get worried because why were hot in your clothes.

"Ranpo-" You started to say but as you moved in your chair it became like a moan. When you heard it you covered your mouth with your hand.

Looking over you saw Ranpo with his head on his desk. His hat was flat on the desk and his brown overcoat was left abandoned on the floor beside his chair. He made a sound that was hard to hear. Looking at the desk the box of chocolates was empty; presumably eaten by Ranpo.

You didn't dare speak afraid you would moan Ranpo's name in such a manner. You stood from your chair and stumbled. Catching yourself on the desk with trembling arms. Papers were crumpled as you tried to retain yourself.

The wetness lower down made itself known that you were standing. The heat trapped below was hard to deny the cold to. Sure, your boyfriend was there but the anxiety of baring your body to him was undeniable.

You were still exempt from any sexual experience with one another. Ranpo himself hadn't had many but still enough that he knew what he was doing. He was patient and allowed you to take your time to get the courage.

Now here you were wet and craving for his arms around you and relishing you. Fantasies ran deep in your mind and you writhed in it. The wiggling of your hips and the noises that wanted to come out. Your thighs rubbed together and that made you breathe a breathless moan.

On the other side of the room, Ranpo's head looked up to see you standing and suffering from this unseen revolution. His cheeks flushed and hot. His cock was hot and tight in his boxers and pants.

He heard your voice moan his voice, and by God, it awoke something in him. Sweaty hands craved to grab your hips and rid yourself of this unfortunate situation.

His eyes went to the empty box of chocolate, and already he saw why the two of you were in this predicament. He weakly grinned as he clawed at his pants to keep his sanity intact. A strangled call of your name was expressed from his lips.

His heavy cock was too constricted. Hips moving which caused friction. Ranpo gasped as one hand held onto the desk. Numerous things fell or rattled due to the harsh slam he made.

It turned him on to hear you making tiny sounds as the chocolate, the aphrodisiac take upon a vicious attack, upon your poor body. Ranpo's mouth craved you and he needed you now or he'd burst.

In all honesty, he was close to tears.

Though it seemed you were the first to break.

Your chair hit the wall and you collapsed onto the ground with tears in your eyes. Skirt ruffled which revealed the less opaque tights you wore. The blouse was unbuttoned and the ribbon bowtie loosened.

Ranpo couldn't have you be like that. As much of a big shot, he'd like to say he was this sight of you...on the ground and crying due to the overwhelming pressure of pleasure and want.

Your first time.

He didn't want it to happen like this, but unfortunately, life didn't plan around Ranpo's wants. So leading forward he got up from his chair with heavy legs. Much more loudly he called for you while pulling at his tie hastily.

"Ranpo-"

Your hands pressed against your tights and right there you felt pleasure but it was unbearable. You felt empty and hot. It was too uncomfortable right now. You needed Ranpo right now.

Like a good girl, you crawled to him.

Just as you did Ranpo was walking towards you.

You're body came up and you sat on your knees. Ranpo's grabbed onto your shoulders as you clung to his pants. Once again you pleaded to him desperately.

"Hey, are you sure-"

"Yes! Yes!"

Ranpo huffed. His hands tightened around your shoulders. His eyes were open and green as they stared into your teary hues. "Are you able to understand what you're asking me?" He struggled. It was too hot. "C'mon, it's your..."

Before he could finish you fumbled with his vest buttons and soon where his cock lay heavy. "I'll be good. So good!" You were crying and had no control of your sexual wants.

"Please don't deny me..."

That was the last straw.

In fast movements, his hands removed your hands from his crotch. Your hues are wide and teary as he removes himself from the confinements of fabric and thread.

There his cock lay heavy and thick. Ranpo cried your name as you grabbed him gently with a firm grip. You radiated heat as you came closer to the organ.

Confusion was clear in your eyes but you tried. Jerky movements which caused Ranpo to groan. "Like this." He drawled out as he helped you jerk him off. "There you go, and now take me in this pretty mouth of yours."

The detective groaned with shaky legs. The hot caven that was inside your mouth was hot and felt so good. He craved more of you. "I'm sorry-" It was so unlike him to say such a thing but he truly was. His hand pushed you down.

You made a noise and vibrations were sent up. "God! Fuck!" He held your head down. Ranpo was drooling as you moved against his hand on your head. Hot hands of yours clinging to his still-clothed thighs.

You were practically soaked but even you couldn't break the tights. You felt so weak despite moving your head and pleasing Ranpo quickly. You wanted him to please you too.

"I'm gonna-" He gasped out. You looked paler and so he removed your head. You felt the relief of air in your lungs, but that didn't last long. Ranpo smashed his lips into yours. You whined into the kiss as he maneuvered you to stand and onto Atsushi's perspective desk.

The fabric of your tights was broken due to Ranpo's fingers. You gasped which allowed for his tongue to tangle with yours. With your skirt flipped up, unbuttoned blouse, and ripped tights; you were a mess.

However, Ranpo was just as messed up. His tie was pulled down as well as his unbuttoned shirt. His pants were still up but his cock was allowed to hang angry and red.

Pushing aside your silky panties he pushed two digits into you. You pulled away from the kiss to moan loudly at his assault. "Ranpooo!-"

Even in his heat of mind, he chuckled. However, he didn't take the time to praise or degrade you. He simply cared about getting his dick in you, since you begged so nicely.

Holding on to his shoulders tightly as you writhed. You were relieved to have something in you, but it wasn't his cock. It was angry and red with pulsing veins. Poor Ranpo must have been in pain.

"Ranpo, I want you in me!"

"Slow down, princess."

It was so filthy. Ranpo took away his fingers and then held his heavy cock against you. You whined loudly. Your hips wiggled until Ranpo's threatening hand took one of them. "Do it- Please, please please, please-"

The two of you expressed moans when Ranpo finally found himself inside your walls. "So good...Good job Princess." He was breathless. Trying to stabilize himself between your tight heat. "God you tight." His hips struggled to enter.

Holding your head back as your hands gripped Ranpo's forearms very tightly. Moaning loudly and wrecking the things on Atsushi's desk. In your hazy mind, you promised a mental apology to the were-tiger.

The groans that were shared were glorious. Ranpo met you fully by the pelvis, and you were full beyond belief. You always dreamed of taking him, but your anxiety and naivety made it hard for you. Wanted to please Ranpo so bad, and he was so patient with you despite his childish behavior.

Within your messed up mind due to the aphrodisiac, you were glad this was happening. Even if unconventional you were able to share this with him and begged for him so well he complied.

Almost immediately Ranpo moved his hips fast and rough. The thrusts end with a harsh hit to the bone. A sweet spot in your crevice was hit multiple times. Your nails scratched the fabric on his face while he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Papers and numerous other things hit the floor but neither of you cared. Way too wrapped up in yourselves to care about anything except each other.

With a need for air, you two separated. Ranpo's hands remained on your hips, while your arms wrapped around his neck. It was all one hot mess as you guys had sex in your clothes and looked disheveled.

"I'm gonna cum, Ranpo-"

Your voice slurred out his name. "Come. Do it." He kissed you once again. His grip on your thighs now was firm enough to leave bruises. "My pretty girl. So good." He groaned into your ear. His thrusts became more sloppy and his moaning uncontrollable.

You came from his praise. In response, his erratic thrusts were hard and fast. His cock pulled at your sensitive folds, and you were almost screaming. Ranpo caught your lips and pushed his tongue in.

His cock throbbed as he got faster and faster, chasing his release. He ripped his head away to bundle his head in your neck as he cums in thick ribbons.

You cried in pleasure from the very feeling of him and his cum in you. "Ranpo~" You slurred through your teary eyes. Hot face and breathless pants. You and Ranpo didn't move.

The heat still hadn't gone away from you, and Ranpo was still hard. His hips moved and you hissed sharply. "Again...?" He pleaded.

You didn't answer. You only tightened his hold on your neck as he began his thrusts up again.

The agency would come to find the office hastily fixed up the next day, and you both called in sick the next morning.

[webslingingslasher]

IM GLAD YOURE GOOD <333

also whilst we’re here. you know how girls get scary horny right before their periods? like i need to be tied to a tree like a wolf when im ab to get mine JDJDJDJ

peters never had a gf before trouble and the first time it happens he fr thinks he’s in HEAVEN. he doesn’t understand but she’s just on him 24/7 and he’s living for it. but also confused bc he can’t think of what he’s done differently to have u pouncing on him 24/7 but he’s not complaining djdjdnd

BOYFRIEND FRAT!PETER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

-i've literally had this done for like two months but i got scared and let it collect dust. not anymore bby!!!-

for the fourth time today, peter tilted his shoulder towards his face to sniff his shirt. it smells just fine, it's clean cotton. he didn't get a new fabric softener so it couldn't be that, and it's not like he got a new cologne or soap.

peter couldn't place it, but something about him lately has you absolutely feral. especially today, he almost had to peel you away from his skin so he could go to class.

'i missed you so much,' you moved quicker than peter's ever seen, his feet haven't even come to a stop on the pavement before you're kissing him.

it becomes more sensual than he's willing to provide in public.

'it was an hour, trouble. what'd you do, wait for me?' peter meant it in a teasing way, he didn't expect you to nod quickly. 'yes. you're about to open your instagram to thirty messages, i'm so sorry.'

your palms race over his arms, something about him seems ultra soft today. in the least joking way possible, he really does feel like boyfriend material. and he was all yours.

'did you know i love you? like, so much.' he did, but he still loves to have a reminder. 'i love you so much it's uncool.' you've got a glazed look in your eye.

peter knows that look and if he's being honest, he's done nothing to deserve it. the last two days you haven't been able to keep your hands off him.

is this what people mean by the honeymoon phase?

'i love you too, trouble. what's got you so mushy recently?'

puffed cheeks, no regard and absolutely no reason to hold back. 'i just really wanna fuck you.' peter takes a sharp breath, something about you being bold makes his knees weak. it must be his desire to please.

'i would, i really, really would...' with gentle scratches up and down the back of your arm, you know he's setting you up for a no. you whine and pout up at him.

'no! you're not allowed! just say yes, please say yes!'

it's literally tearing him up inside. 'baby, i'm already going to be late for my library session. i also have a chapter meeting tonight.'

'do you really-'

'yes.' there was no way he'd be budging on that one. peter made you know you were number one priority, frat responsibilities sat right under you.

if he was suggesting you'd have to wait until late, or worse, the next day, you'd die.

'what about after the library? before the meeting?'

peter's never seen you so persistent. he really doesn't know what he's done, but he won't complain one bit. he'll be a little crunched for time, but that's no reason to let you down.

'if we use your dorm, yes, i think we can make it work.'

peter’s forced to balance himself, you attacked him with a bear hug and nuzzled into his chest. ‘thank you, thank you, thank you! i’ll tell my roommate right now!’

seconds tick. he’s already late and you’re not moving, keeping him in your grasp while your thumbs fly across your phone to send out a message.

‘trouble, you’re making me late.’ because you’d be offended if he pushed you away.

a finger is held up, ramped texting takes priority. ‘trouble,’ the second you feel yourself pushed to the side you huff up at him. 'don't toss me off to the side like i'm some toy, i'm your girlfriend.'

'you're not a toy, you're just not listening, therefore making me late.'

your arms cross over your chest, 'fine. whatever, go.' peter is nowhere in the wrong, but you're making him feel like he is. if this was before, he could just walk away. but now, he has to pause and address your concerns.

he's still adjusting to boyfriend duties.

'don't get mad with me, i'm being very nice.' he is, he even let you gently bully him into getting him into your room in an hour and a half. you hold your stance, it takes a few seconds, but he catches on.

'you're not mad, you're pouty. don't be pouty, you're gonna see me in an hour.'

a toddler grumble, 'i'm gonna miss you too much.'

peter really doesn't know where the sudden desperation came from, he really needs to check in with you, but if he's any later, he's gonna piss off a whole room of people.

'i'll miss you too, trouble.' it appeases you enough, you finally allow him to pass. peter isn't able to go a full three steps until you tell him to wait, he realizes his mistake.

'sorry, c'mere.' three quick kisses, you make it hard to pull away. 'love you,' he allows you to sneak another kiss. 'love you too, petey.'

—-

one thing you loved about peter was that he was always on time, at least for you he was. just like he promised, he was at your door an hour and a half later with a hand on his stomach.

‘i’m missing dinner for this, i could be having a nice catered meal with the boys, but no, it wasn’t allowed.’

‘that’s very kind of you, handsome.’

‘i just needed to let you know, you know, in case i go lethargic or my stomach starts growling.’

‘as long as you don’t pass out on top of me, gerald’s game scared me.’ peter holds his fingers up in a scouts honor, ‘i promise.’ it’s all it takes, you reach for his shirt, clenching the fabric, you tug him in. shutting the door and slamming him against it, your lips on his in a minute.

peter’s mind is spinning, he’s never been pushed up against a wall. it feels nice, it’s a good feeling to know someone wants him so badly a tinge of aggression comes with it.

your kisses trail over his jawline, you’ve never been so desperately horny in your entire life, something about him has you dialed to ten recently. it could be the impending period, but that just feels like a fraction of the reason.

feeling slightly guilty you’ve ruined his meal plan, you pull back, just for a second to rip his shirt off. when his skin is shown, your hands race over it, he’s toned, and tanned, and down right delicious.

you scatter kisses over his chest, peering up at him. ‘are they saving you a plate?’ peter looks down, he’s lost at your words. you’re asking about plates while worshiping his body?

‘huh?’ a trail of wet marks across his collarbone.

‘dinner. are they saving you a plate?’

how do you expect him to answer while you nibble a bruise on the bottom of his neck? ‘i don’t…’ peter takes a sharp inhale, he never knew he had a sweet spot until you found it. it’s behind his ear, and he has to lean down, just slightly, but it’s so, so worth it.

‘i don’t know, probably not. guys don’t think about stuff like that.’

you pull away with a pop, raising your thumb to brush over the red mark. ‘hold on,’ you turn for your phone abandoned on your bed, on the walk over you take your own shirt off.

it’s a quick text and a quicker response, your guilty conscience cleared. ‘done. ethan said he’ll save you one.’

‘my hero.’

you jump to your bed, shimmying your pants off before sitting up on your knees, you get into position, shaking your hips at your boyfriend before arching slightly.

‘are we thinking doggy?’

peter’s still stuck to the door, ‘you wanna start with doggy? what happened to foreplay?’

you move to your back to tug your underwear off, you were only following his words. ‘you said we would be strapped for time, i’m making it easier.’

‘by blowing past the most important thing and having me jam it into you?’

you narrow your eyes at him, ‘once upon a time you didn’t care about foreplay.’

‘that’s old peter, he’s dead.’

‘let’s revive him.’

peter finally steps away from the door, he feels ten times warmer. his arms move around like he’s trying to clear the air, ‘alright, hold on, we need to talk.’

four words that are forced to put the night on pause, he could wait for a heart to heart after. ‘let’s not.’ you reach for his jeans, he steps out of reach. ‘peter! you were the one that said it would be a time crunch, i’m doing my best here, let’s go.’

‘not until you tell me why you’re so possessive lately. this whole week, you can’t get enough of me. what’s going on?’

peter’s starting to think you have some doubts running through your head and if you have enough of yourself to him he’d stick around. it’s a bogus idea but you’ve done it before to him, maybe it’s worse because there’s more to lose now with the title.

‘i’m horny.’ there wasn’t much else to add. he’s just made you wildly needy this entire week, but peter wasn't buying it. with crossed arms he waited until you really told him what was going on.

you groan, the quicker you explain, the quicker you get what you wanted. 'fine, what do you know about the menstrual cycle?'

'as little as possible.' while he's slightly more knowledgeable than most men his age, everything he's learned has been against his will.

'great. i just got off mine two weeks ago, i'm ovulating, aka, my body wants a baby real bad. not just any baby, your baby, that's why i'm so horny for you.' you hope it's enough to appease him, you shuffle around on the bed.

'fucking in this bed sucks.' there's little room for peter but you did what you could with the space you had. 'also, expect this monthly. cause, it's gonna be your problem now that you're my boyfriend.'

peter breathes deep, 'that has got to be... the best problem i've ever had in my entire life.' peter moves so quickly your head spins, he's on his knees in front of the bed while you're pulled to the edge.

kisses up the inside of your thigh has you pulling at his hair, 'peter, you're gonna be late.' you suck in hair as he nibbles on your skin. 'we don't have time for this.'

it pauses him, peter looks up into your eyes, a cocky smirk forms. 'my girl has a primal urge, and it's my job to take care of it.' 

[freyito]

happy 1K!! I've been a huge fan of your writing since the fics u wrote in march/may last year and I'm so so happy to see you get the recognition you deserve!! 💜 may i please order a tiramisu and soft drink for boothill? ><

✭ pairing(s): boothill x gn reader

★ in which: boothill decides that perhaps laughter is the best medicine... among other things.

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🗒 cw: gn reader, you try to undress him but its not even suggestive, id say ooc but i wholeheartedly believe hed do this, not proofread

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When you were sick, you were downright miserable. Gone were the days that sick days meant you could stay at home, play video games, read, and do anything that wasn’t school. No, now you have to take care of yourself, and cook, and clean… What a cruel world we live in. Not just that, but you could’ve sworn being sick never came with such lethargy and body aches as a kid. You could barely find someone to cover for you at work, and there was still so much to do at home.

You, with achy bones for no reason at all and the desperate want to stay in bed, chose to complain. To Boothill, of course. About the loads of laundry you had to do, about the dishes you had to clean, all of it. He was sympathetic, offering all sorts of ‘sorry’s like he was the one who got you sick, before offering to come over and take care of you. As much as you wanted him to, you decided to tell him it’s no big deal. He ends up leaving you on seen, which is normal, considering his occupation. But for once, you can’t help but complain internally about this, wanting nothing more than to text your boyfriend all day. Of course, you can’t get what you want, but no one can blame you for wanting to talk to your boyfriend a little more, especially when you’re sick.

This cycle was broken, however, by a knock at your apartment door. Part of you really, really wants to just ignore it, roll over and continue your ‘nap’. Still, you’d rather not waste away, so you choose to answer it.

With a groan, you sit up, your head feeling all too heavy. Slowly, like an old dog ridden with arthritis, you slide out of bed, making your way out of your room and to the door. Even with how much care you took to get up, your vision blacks out for a moment, feeling a sudden wave of lightheadedness. You lean against the wall to catch your breath, looking down while your vision and strength (or, what little you had) return to you. As you finally wander over to the door, the one and only thought on your mind is ‘apple juice…’

Opening the door you are met with a fever dream. What you see has barely registered in your mind, before you decide just closing the door and going back to sleep would be much better than facing the problem in front of you. You start to close the door, but the man at the door pushes it back open.

“Awh, darlin’, don’t be so surprised!” He chimes, his voice so eerily energetic and carefree, especially considering what he was wearing.

“Boothill–”

“Ain’t I pretty? C’mon now, it ain’t that bad…” He hums, before his shoulders slump a little. “... right?”

“You are,” You utter, finally allowing yourself to process what he was wearing. It’s not that he was hard to look at, quite the opposite, really. Granted, you thought he was handsome in whatever he wore.

He was dressed in a rather classic maid outfit, not too many frills. A simple black, ankle-length dress, and a white apron. He had put his hair back, leaving it in a low braid. Of course, he left his bangs alone, still hiding his other eye. What a shame, you can’t help but think to yourself. It’s always a treat when he shows you his other eye, damaged as it was.

Apparently, your gaze had lingered for a little too long. While you were simply trying to formulate your thoughts, he took this as a sign that you were quite enamored with his getup. Perhaps if you were more lucid, you would be. He strikes a little pose for you, hand on his hip, other hand raking through his bangs, tilting his chin up with a smile.

“Say it like ya mean it, sweetheart! I know I’m rockin’ this fit, and I know you know that,” Boothill flaunts, shaking his head a little to let his bangs down once more.

All you can do is stare back up at him and sniffle a little, while one of your neighbors walks behind him in the hallway. They are stunned for a moment, their stride slowing for just a moment to take in the spectacle of the maid cyborg at your door. They chuckle, then continue on down the hallway. Boothill’s cheeks flush at this, his previous bravado whittled down.

“Okay, c’mon, lemme inside. I wanna help you out,” He ushers you back inside, quickly following you and closing the door. “Gonna make you some soup and then get some cleanin’ done.”

You blink, then shake your head, putting your hands up. “No, you don’t have to–”

“I want to–”

“– I can do it myself. Just wanted to complain, that's all.”

He deflates a little, shoulders slumping. He pouts, and stares at you with sad eyes, like a puppy. Now, it’s not that you didn’t want him to stay over, you’d be more than happy if you did. But you don’t exactly want to burden him with your chores, no matter how badly you didn’t want to do them. However, that look he gave you was hard to ignore. So, you turn your head away to avoid it.

“Please, darlin’? I got dressed up ‘n’ all…” He pleads, taking a step closer. Goddammit, he did, and he chose to be here– “You don’t look too good, and I don’t want you to overwork yourself–”

“Fine. Fine.” You relent with a huff, finally turning your head back to him.

“Oh, sugar, you’re really warm,” He pulls away all too quickly, like you zapped him. Before you can say anything else (like tell him he’d get sick– which, you realized that perhaps he couldn’t considering he is a cyborg after all), he leans down and scoops you up into your arms. You don’t even argue, knowing all too well how it will end. He places you down on the couch, patting your knee before pulling back. “Need anything before I start?”

“Mh, water… and my blanket, please,” You mumble, allowing yourself to settle back into the couch, practically melting into it. 

Boothill walks off to your bedroom to fetch your blanket, before draping it over your legs, too afraid that he’d accidentally bake you if he had placed it any higher. Then, he walks over to your kitchen, grabbing a cup from your cupboards, and knocking a couple of icecubes out of your ice tray, before pouring some water into it. He tops it off with a straw, before placing it on your coffee table. He places his hand on the back of the couch, leaning back down and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Alright, I’m gonna start cookin’. Holler if you need anythin’, darlin’,” He smiles, lingering for another moment, before pushing himself back up and walking back to the kitchen.

With that, you reach out for the glass of water, taking a sip before placing it back down. The cold water feels like pure heaven against your sore and raw throat, and for a moment, you feel fine. If you were to ignore the pains in your joints and the heat beneath your skin. You fall back into the couch, pushing yourself up so the arm could act like a pillow, even though it was uncomfortable. Despite the sound behind you every now and then, you find yourself falling back asleep. You fight it for a bit, keeping your eyes open but squinting, before ultimately allowing your eyes to close and eventually falling back into that half-awake, half-asleep state again.

Every time you opened your eyes, you swore Boothill somehow found his way in front of you. Or, at least, in your living room. The first time, he was standing across from you, wiping down the coffee table. The next, he was vacuuming the carpet. At some point you rolled over, only getting peaks of Boothill over the back of the couch, either walking around or working on the soup. At some point, you ended up actually falling asleep.

An hour later, Boothill watches you over the back of the couch. The soup is done, and he feels as if he’s done most of what he could. He had vacuumed, cleaned the countertops and the table, and done the laundry. As of now, your sheets were in the dryer. All that was left to do was the dishes, which he’d save for after you had your soup, and the blanket you were laying under. He didn’t want to take it from you, and he also didn’t want to wake you.

He stands awkwardly in the kitchen, messing with the hem of his apron as he weighs his options. He doesn’t want your soup to get cold, but he also doesn’t want to wake you up. Sure, he could always put it in the fridge and reheat it over the stove for you, but wouldn’t it taste better if it was fresh…? He chews at his lip, before making up his mind. He grabs your bowl, heading over. He places the bowl down gently on the coffee table, before reaching over to you and placing his hand on your shoulder. He pauses for a moment, as if regretting his decision, before shaking you lightly.

“Darlin’...” He hums softly, earning a soft groan from you.

You open your eyes for a moment, rolling over to your other side to mumble something at Boothill, but all you succeed at saying is utter gibberish. You close your eyes again, like he was your alarm. There’s an odd taste in your mouth, and some drool gathered at the corner of your lips. Boothill reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb, chuckling softly.

“C’mon, wake up. Soups ready and I want you to eat it hot, at least,” He pulls back, before pushing your legs up so he could sit down at the end of the couch. You allow him to do so, only to put your legs over his own once he's sat down.

Slowly, you sit up, opening your eyes to a squint, looking over at him. Ah. He really is in that dress. You really thought it was a fever dream, almost hoped for it. Kind of. Perhaps if you weren’t feeling so icky you’d get a laugh at it, then ask him to wear it more. You did, however, quite like it when he braided his hair.

You lick your lips, realizing just how dry your mouth was. You reach forward and grab the bowl, bringing it up closer so you wouldn’t have to hunch over to eat it. Boothill smiles, placing his hand on your shoulder. The chill of the steel is so soothing for once, welcome against your heated skin. You sit criss-cross applesauce, placing the bowl of soup in your lap, making sure it won’t spill, before grabbing his hand and placing it on your forehead. You can’t help but groan at this feeling, leaning your head back.

“Feels that nice, hm?” Boothill coos, reaching over with his other hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

You can feel the steel warming up against your forehead, but can’t really bring yourself to care. You feel your head clear just a bit, enough to utter out a ‘thank you’, which earns you a low chuckle and a warm, compassionate look from him.

“You want me to feed you your soup?”

You think for a moment, closing your eyes and basking in the fading coolness of his hand. It’s almost enticing, but you didn’t want to feel like a helpless kid. “God, no, just please don’t move your hand.”

He throws back his head with a heart laugh, ending with an ‘alright’, as he simply watches you, feeling all warm simply at the thought of you enjoying his cooking. You two sit in silence for a couple minutes while you eat. He had replaced his hand with his other, so you could soak up the cold from there, as well. It’s a perfect combination, the soup chasing away the feverish chill within your body and the steel helping to keep your temperature regulated somewhat. At least, it helped you feel that way.

After you place your empty bowl back on the coffee table and leak back, Boothill gestures to his outfit with his free hand. “So, tell me, should I dress up again, sugar?”

“No. Yes. Maybe,” You can’t decide on an answer, but you do know one thing. His hand has become warm and you feel as if you can’t live without the cold. “I want you to take it off, though.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want you to take it off cause your hand is warm now,” You reach for the collar of his dress, trying to get him to unbutton it and take off the dress.

“Hey! Hey! Slow down,” He half laughs, half warns. “Stop itt! C’mon, darlin’, I know your sick but I gotta keep my decency!”

You raise your eyebrow as he pulls your hand away. “You don’t have anything, though.”

“Doesn’t matter! Still wanna keep my decency in tact! Just wait for my hand to cool down again. You’ll be fine.”

“Ugh.”

“The dress is startin’ to get kinda stuffy though.”

You look back up at him, with pleading eyes, hoping he’d just take the damn thing off.

“No, sugar!”

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[shootingstar3]

In a relationship with max caulfield (fluff, SFW)

At first, she's very shy and too scared to initiate anything ex: cuddles, kisses. slowly she became very comfortable around you and would always want to cuddle and kiss you. GETS VERY FLUSTERED.

She liked you for a while but was too scared to say anything in fear of rejection, but one day she built up the courage and confessed to you. it was VERY awkward and she blushing a lot. she so giddy and happy when you accepted her confession, wrote about it in her dairy, ranted to chloe, warren, ecctttt

Often plays the guitar for you. claims her skills are poor but ends up coming up with a stunning melodic piece to express her love as much as she can since words do her no justice.

Takes photos of you religiously and hangs them up on her wall even has you has her lock screen. LOVES to take silly cute pictures of the both of you. Takes gorgeous pictures of you without noticing.

Loves to sit next to you on quiet nights gazing at the stars while listening to music

Constantly rants your ear off with photography facts and all her geeky interest (you find it extremely interesting and adorable) shows you all the pictures she took while wandering around and can't wait to share the idea behind every single one of them.

Loves to have movie nights every single friday cuddle up with you and watch her favorite movies or series.

hand crafts many gifts for you sits down and patiently does everything even though she isn't very good at it.

extremely introverted. whenever you guys go out she stays close and turns off her brain since she trusts you. OR you turn off your brain and she guides you around like a lost puppy...depending on the day of the week ig...hehehe

LOVES to play indie games often gets you to join her and grind terraria on weekends

Adores having long conversations with you and always loves to hear your opinions

Amazing listener and great communicator

Treasures every single moment with you . Somehow a professional baker. Bakes mouth-watering treats and doesn't allow you to touch anything only wash the dishes.

Whenever you have a stressful day she gives you endless cuddles and kisses and makes sure you feel better. gives you your space if needed but checks up on you and is super clingy and touchy

Breakfast in bed

Loves to cook with you and try out new food from different cultures

Lies down next to you on the bed and aimlessly scrolls through her feed complaining to you whenever she falls for ragebait or when she sees something mind bogglingly stupid.

Messages you throughout the day updating you about every single small detail happening in her life.

Whenever it's cold she cuddles close to u burring her face into your neck

thats it!! i have more in my mind but for now im done. THIS IS my first ever post if you liked it say so and drop some requests about other characters (they dont have to be from LIS i am involved in loads of fandoms) thank you for reading lovely people

[compendiumofdecay]

Do you think Shigaraki would be into:

Pet play

Hypnosis

Body functions/gross play (emet0, eruct0, etc.)

Breeding

Musk/Sweat

Love your content! -🍄

ah alright we have a list LOL. i'll break it down

MDNI.

this one's longer, read below the cut 🫶

pet play: eh. 5/10.

he would probably engage in it if his partner was into it, but it's not a huge kink of his. he's seen catgirls, which he does find hot, and he could probably get behind some basic level puppy play, but nothing beyond that. i think if anything, yeah he'd be into the whole cat-girl/boy thing, and would NOT complain if his partner had ears/tail etc. but he's more into "primal play" which is less pet behavior and more animalistic and feral, like growling, biting, scratching.

however, he has heard of A/B/O dynamics and has had a few fantasies about that. which could tie in to 1) breeding and 2) musk/smell.

hypnosis: not really, 3/10.

this is gonna sound silly but the first person i associate hypnoplay with is mr. compress. cause he's a magician LOL.

he wouldn't really want to have to force someone to obey him like that. he would rather have a partner willing to obey his commands and fulfill his desires, and in turn he will do the same. he thinks mind control is going too far, honestly- and he isn't necessarily into anything "consensual-non-consensual" unless boldly and thoroughly discussed beforehand. he likes his partner level-headed, otherwise he feels like he has to bribe them or trick them into loving him, and that's not at all what he wants.

bodily functions: overall, 5/10.

emeto: not his thing. 0/10.

nope. he spent a LOT of his youth and even into adulthood sick, and nauseous. he does not associate being sick with anything sexual or euphoric. in fact, (and i might be projecting a bit but im allowed to do that and so are you) he may have developed an aversion to vomit over the years, doing his best to avoid it as much as possible. granted, he won't have a full-blown fear since he's desensitized, but it does remind him of pain and trauma.

eructophilia (i had to google this term, thank u for teaching me lol): ehhhh 5/10? depending?

tbh? this is an odd one! no judgement zone here, i can kinda see where you could apply it to tomu. i did my research on this pretty quickly- but i think the lack of manners might be the most intriguing part of this kink to him.

i hc him as being kinda crude to begin with- so this actually checks out. although AFO most likely beat manners into him, he would do everything in his power to rebel against that whenever he could. another reason why things like his room being dirty, his (i don't really hc often, but some ppl do) lack of hygiene, his attitude, and his vocabulary make sense for him and his upbringing.

as far as being a giver/receiver, i think he wouldn't gaf either way but if his partner had the kink, it wouldn't change him one bit. he'd be gross around them regardless, so it's a win for both of them.

other body stuff?: not really, 4/10 if i'm being unspecific

if anything, yeah he would probably dabble in stuff like the aforementioned, but mostly in passing. he might get off to the occasional "combo" porn of like, watersports/drunk or intox/eructo stuff but that's once in a blue moon prob. he may have went through a phase with it though, just to experiment. he gets bored easily.

breeding: depends, 6/10

yk what, hell yeah?

i don't think he wants specifically to impregnate his partner BUT he loves to cum inside. he sees it as a way to "mark his territory", plus he's a glutton for filling up his partner over and over and watching it spill out.

while he's inside though, he'll definitely say shit to give his partner a quick "scare". stuff like, "gonna fill you up", "gonna breed you", "gonna make you mine", etc. strap in bitches. he's possessive. (heart eyes)

side note: he's super into anything bukkake, creampies, facials, etc. he loves making a mess.

musk/sweat: 7/10 for specific reasons tbh

this is gonna sound weird but yeah! the reasoning behind this one is a bit more wholesome, actually- but he just loves the scent of his partner. he associates it with being comfortable and loved.

he's not an armpit licker or anything, but he definitely loves anything regarding his partner/their natural state. in the morning, he'd cling and just sniff their hair, saying how good they smell, etc. he gets warm thinking about it.

he also fucking loves the smell of sex. like, when he's finished with his partner, he loves the smell of them on his body and will let it hang heavy in the air for a bit before actually letting himself or his lover shower.

he's seen porn on armpits and knows it's actually kinda common, but he just doesn't fuck with it like that. but yeah, if his s/o comes home from a mission dirty and sweating and a little bloody, oh he'll make sure they're nice and clean when he's done with them. mhm.

okay. mic drop. thank u for the ask this one was fun to look into

[joocomics]

DINNAAA (if u couldn't tell i rlly like saying my mutuals names idk why) but im so glad to hear that you're feeling better and that your creative juices are flowing so im here with an xh ask! which member/members do u think are most likely to be submissive and how do u think they act when they are 🫦🫦

gunil (hear me out) would go submissive for you for two reasons which would depend on the mood… one: because he has fun watching you have fun with him; two: because he’s tired and really needs you to help him out release the pressure. he can get off pretty easily just from seeing the way your face lightens up with lust and excitement as you mark his muscled body everywhere, toy with his nipples and make him beg for it while he’s tied to the bed. the first time he lets you take charge he will be surprised with himself from how much he actually enjoys it. another thing worth to mention is he bears pain really well, so you can overstimulate/edge him as much as you want and he won’t complain, because deep down he likes it. there’s a possibility he has a pain kink and once he unlocks it he’ll start searching for ways to incorporate it in bed. he gets very vocal when he’s submissive in comparison to when he’s dominant, and he never forgets to thank you.

sidenote: he can’t say no to you. ever. what his girl wants, she gets.

hyeongjun is such an obvious answer. he gets off to being used for your pleasure. he wants to give you everything you want. just say your wishes and he’s on his knees. he likes when you’re dominant and he loves when you talk him through it all - tell him where you want him to touch you.. how… praise him when he does well. if you’re the one pleasing him you should speak even more; coo at him when he becomes too sensitive and teary eyed, that’s when he needs to hear your voice the most. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, his voice kink escalates when he’s submissive. he’s always waiting patiently to be told what to do, to be praised and he’s always cautiously catching every moan you make so he knows what turns you on the most. he’s well behaved and he wins sweet rewards every time.

jooyeon is the biggest switch in the group in my opinion - and he’s not afraid of switching in the middle of sex at all. when he’s submissive he can turn so bratty, provoking and disobedient so be prepared. he likes being punished and acting like it doesn’t affect him at all (while his cock literally twitches with every slap you give his face). he’s laying on the receiving side so he loves just laying on the bed and having his body pleased without him having to move a finger, however, he can change things up out of nowhere and grab you by the hips suddenly pounding into you cause he wants to cum now. it keeps things fun for him! but he’s also a big fan of lazy sex and when he’s in the mood for that he doesn’t interrupt. he lets you ride him while he just occasionally sucks on your neck and nothing more than that. on days like that he says “do whatever you want to me” and really allows it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for leaving my friend groups Discord server?

💐💐💐 So I can find this later. For context, I was in 2 servers that were friend groups, where my friends would all interact with each other, play & stream games, etc. However, recently we had a situation where someone, let's call her Sasha, would send many vent messages in the general channel, then delete said message before we could respond or even look at the messages, & get mad at us for not responding. She'd also complain about everything that happened in her life, school, in games, & she'd always repeat the same things, over & over again. In the end, we got tired of how she was forcing everyone to stop being as active in the server because of her behavior & actions, so we all made another server, without Sasha, so we could interact with peace without her interrupting conversations. This all happened 3-4 months ago. Then 3 of the people in our new server got a game on Roblox, Deepwoken. Another person, let's call him Kevin, already had the game for a while, so they all got the game & started playing all together. They were incredibly passionate about it, it would be the only thing talked about. One of them got me the currency to get Deepwoken, so I could play with them all. A while later, I got a hang of the game, then when I asked if any of them could play with me, one of them, let's call him Tim, would keep telling me that "Oh, you have to play the game alone to get the real experience, & to learn things better." every time I would ask. Sometimes, rarely, they'd answer some questions I had about the game that I didn't quite grasp yet, & a lot of the time i'd just, not receive any answer. After a while, I got tired of how they didn't respond to me at all, so I just stopped playing. Keep in mind, I don't have any other friends that have the game, so I didn't have anyone else to talk to about it. I love my friends but I felt ignored & was hurt, so I passed ownership to another friend of mine, & left. About a day after leaving, I ended up feeling extremely depressed & overwhelmed with schoolwork, eye appointments, a random limb & joint pain that I had no idea why I was having, & I accidentally unfriended Tim. With my being extremely overwhelmed, thinking it was a good idea at the time, I sent him a message saying "accidentally unfriended u mb. u could also not accep, that works too" Then another message after that one, "okay well um, im gonna assume that you arent going to accept it again so thank you for all youve done for me before you say that im making it sound like i gave up; i have given up i gave up a little while ago" After that, I got a message from him saying that I needed to calm down, that my friend request wasn't the most important thing in his mind right now, & that he's allowed to put it on hold for at least a day before I start telling him some "nvm shit". I sincerely apologized & told him that I needed to take a break, that I hope he's doing okay, & that I hope college goes well for him. I did indeed, take a break, for only 2 weeks because I felt extremely guilty, stupid & reckless. Those weeks felt like forever because that whole thing was on my mind 24/7. It was eating me alive. & No, I am not saying to gain pity. Just trying to explain what I felt. Tim answered, told me that I should grow & change as a person, & that he doesn't mean it in a condescending way, that the server was meant to be a safe space, that in order to make everyone comfortable, there's some things we need to just not say or some things we need to think about a lot before saying them. It's the reason Sasha got booted, & that we give as much as we get. I'm reading back on his messages, & I didn't say anything in the server to make everyone uncomfortable. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[fortloser]

Hello again! Sooo kinda a personal question but what was yalls childhoods like?

(Also, hope u feel better snipes!)

-Terror

Hallo everyone! I finally got my hands on those portraits! Now most of the others became rather uncomfortable when I started questioning them about their youths. I got answers ranging from “why are you so bloody intrested in how im doing! There’s nothing special about me or my childhood, now bugger off.” to more reasonable explanations. I tried calling Scout on his cellular device but he seemed very preoccupied. Oh well, he’ll get back to you on that, onto the testimonies! Brace yourself friends this will be somewhat lengthy.

I first approached herr Demo, and getting him to open up was fairly easy. His favorite alcoholic beverage and a snack did the trick!

“ It must be me birthday if yer spoiling me rotten doc, I guess I can share something about me youth if yer willing to lend an ear. I grew up in Glencoe Scotland, a great place if you like trails and hiking. Me mum and dad were professional monster hunters and me being the wee little lad that I was wanted to impress em with the greatest catch any child could give their parents, the Loch Ness monster! I did it all on me own but it came at a cost,,”

After that herr demo just stared off in the distance and I made a mental note to ask him more about that later, The Engineer was also very open about his youth! I came to him shortly after dinner knowing he would be busying himself with one of his long-term projects and would enjoy some company, his leg was still a little stiff from a rather nasty fall and so movement was difficult at times. He was more than happy to talk while I assisted.

“Luckenbach Texas, everybody is somebody there. It was recently bought by a goat farmer. Can you believe that? He called himself an Imagineer and after that, a bunch of hillbilly musicians started moving in. Can't complain though, It breathed new life into my home, I hated going back and seeing the state it was in. My mom and pop own a small pig farm there, and I still try to visit though unlike my good-for-nothing twin with his stupid fancy job at “NASA”,,

I don't think I should share his personal frustration about his twin with the public so let's move on, yes? The next day I approached Heavy, he was last on my list and seemingly already aware of me interrogating the entire team, and as he was cleaning his minigun he told me to take a seat.

“You want to know about heavy, Da? Then I will tell you about heavy. Grew up in big town near mountain, you would not know it. Had big family, many sisters and brothers but Heavy was oldest. Family was poor but happy, loved summer, snow would melt and grass and flowers would show, heavy likes this. Went to good school had many friends, now heavy works to give family same life. Doctor is happy  with answer?”

I was surprised he was so willing to talk about his youth, I politely thanked him and left to prepare for that day's battle, I suppose that only leaves me left.

I was born in Germany, my mother was German and my father was Dutch and they both moved to Germany so my mother could be close to her family, he was a watchmaker and she was an artist, this relationship did not last and they got divorced. My motherstayed in germany allowing my father to raise me on his own back in the netherlands. I spent a lot of time in my father's workshop while he was trying to fix up old clocks. I didn't have many friends but who needs them when you have books and wildlife to observe? I excelled in all of my studies and pursued medicine, and eventually ended up here writing to you after I just finished up patching the last of my colleagues.

Stay healthy

With kind regards medic

[ecofear]

what is the pain?

oh i have like a tooth thing. i dont know what it is

i saw a dentist at 3 weeks of pain (i wasnt allowed to go before cuz it was over the holidays and i would ruin the holidays with it) and they did x rays and didnt find anything and did the tooth tapping thing and it didnt hurt . so they gave me a week of antibiotics but it did not help

its like an extremely sharp pulse of pain the kind u cant just ignore its got me fucking grabbing my teeth and my gums for dear life . when it first happened i screamed and started to cry ive never felt anything like it before . and im disabled with chronic pain ! its . kind of crazy

sometimes my teeth.. pulse.. it doesnt hurt but its like shocking? i flinch? i can handle that. i hate it but i can handle that. its the fucking pain. and the pain leaves me so sore its like someone punched me. and it hurts in my cheekbone.

it started with my crown but now other teeth hurt more and idk. im going dentist again on monday but its a 10 minute checkup appointment just to see if the antibiotics helped. i will ofc say no. we will see? maybe i need like a root canal or a proper crown? my crowns like a cap instead of one of the real fuckers? i think maybe i got like. a bad infection thats spreading and antibiotics can't reach it? like pulp.. infection, i think its called? idk man i just know ive never felt anything like it before

ive been 1 side of the mouth eating but it doesnt always help. some foods are awkward so im also limited due to the limits of what im allowed to purchase and have in the house and stuff. liquids are hard because i cant let the liquid go near those teeth and its a whole row thats causing issue now, and the like motion of sucking hurts a lot too? so i have to drink gently, but also not let the liquid escape into my mouth i gotta swallow it asap. so its kinda awkward? and i cut open my gum the other day cuz the side of my mouth i'm eating on now had the back molar i think its spelt removed last year so i cant chew as well and ended up cutting my gum open where that tooth was trying to chew something i think was too hard for me now i knowww but now eating at all is sore but . sore is better than the pain.

IDK IM LIKE TURNING THIS INTO A RANT IVE PURPOSEFULLY NOT TALKED ABOUT THIS CUZ I HATE WHINING ABOUT REAL SHIT I HATE BEING REAL WITH PEOPLE i really fucking do this is why i complain about shit that doesnt matter its like an outlet for all my frustrations with real issues like this one without having to be honest. but man its been so long now im just. maybe i am tired and i need a lil pity? a little bit of sympathy? it hurts man. it really hurts. and i.

i did get back on nhs dentist. FINALLY. they wouldnt let me until i threatened to stop coming. so all my work last year cost full price (ended up being 1000 pounds in dentist fees i am. still feeling. more than i want to admit) so its gonna be cheaper. but it s still gonna cost. and root canals and crowns arent cheap. even on nhs. and im so scared bro. even if i like. even if they figure it out and find the issue , and the unknown of it all is terrifying me, what if i cant afford it ? what if they book it and im too anxious to stop them and then i have even more debt? oh god now im tearing up. ANYWAY

THATS MY PAIN THANKS FOR LISTENING i may delete this later but im gonna post it force myself to cuz. i do wanna vent. and maybe i want someone to feel bad for me. cuz i feel so fucking lonely bro. ANYWAYYYYYYYYY

[carleycore]

miguel is the typa guy who notices everything about you, but presents it in a subtle way, at least a first. Everything he did was clear that he was in love with you, but he denied it to anyone who asked.

he sees the perfume you always use is running out and buys you 5 more. he doesn’t tell you, he just allows you to find them in your cabinet one morning.

when you ask him about he’ll play it off, “I happened to run across them,” and makes sure you can't see his pink-tinted cheeks as you hug him and say thank you.

he hears you complain about how hot your apartment is and the next day he’s installing a new wall unit just because, “it was on sale”

everyone at headquarters knew he was whipped for you, especially when a picture of you in a homemade decorated frame that you “forced” him to make with you decorated his desk.

yeah. he was in love.

im in love w miguel omggggg & i hope u all enjoyed

© Carley-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copy, translated, or put my work on any other platform without my permission.

[blueskittlesart]

i think you should be allowed to complain about whatever you want forever (and as someone who has been absolutely dying a thousand deaths over the currently planned live action how to train your dragon movie i completely understand this flavor of anguish)

sure sometimes positivity can be good, but sometimes u gotta start eating the walls and yelling to the sky about your misery (it’s cathartic <3). i am so very sorry you are joining the “bad live action movie made purely for money that has no shot of capturing what i love about this media” club, and i hope that at some point in the future it will be able to hurt at least a little less

it's like. idk. like i know that im at best a niche internet microcelebrity but it does kind of feel like im at the point where im being held to a weirdly high standard for. posts on a dying blogging website. like as far as i'm concerned i've never marketed this as an overtly positive space. i complain constantly. i've built this blog around media analysis and critical reads of the things i enjoy, whether those reads are positive or negative. but it's gotten to the point where any time i post an even minimally divisive opinion i get someone who is angry that i even dared to have an opinion at all. i've been very open on this blog about what these games mean to me and how much of my life is tied up in them. I became an artist in part because of my love for them. they have driven the success of my career over the past 5 years. I don't think it's unreasonable for me to be disappointed when something like this happens even if it's "just a game" or "just a movie" especially when my entire brand of content is posting about the game in question. i feel sort of insane. like, you all understand that i'm a person, right? that when i post things they come from my real human brain with real human thoughts and emotions? That i'm not curating my thoughts and opinions for you to consume? I'm just posting. i have a big audience but i am still just posting. and no one understands more than me how insane it is that i'm saying all this in response to posts on my legend of zelda fan blog. but like. i need you all to understand that you can't just tell people to not feel something that they are feeling and expect them to react positively to that, no matter what the context is.

anyways none of this is directed at you the asker im just using you as a vessel lmao but thank you for your support. i am nothing if not a hater and i will continue to be a hater until the end of time god bless 🙏🙏🙏