#it’s insane how bad i need this rn

[jakescaravel]

FUCKKKKKKKK I FORGOT ABOJT THIS ONE TOO, SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD OH MY GOD

Dance for Me

Author's Note: This was a request from the lovely @jake-kiszkas-smirk so thank you for trusting me with your horny thoughts 🖤 and thank you @earthlysorrows for helping me edit!

Summary: Josh finds your old stripper heels in the back of your closet and requests a dance

Content Warnings: masturbation (m.), oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, stripping, dirty talk, swearing, brief mention of sex work, sexual content (18+ minors do not interact)

Word Count: 5k

"Hey babe?" Josh called from the closet, his voice muffled by the clothes that surrounded him.

"Yeah?" you called back, listening for the sound of his voice again as you sat in bed, book in hand. But instead of hearing anything, you saw his bouncy curls emerge, a quizzical look on his face as he exited the closet with your old pair of black studded stripper heels in hand.

"What are these?" he asked, holding them up for you to see.

"Those are my old heels…" you answered hesitantly, not elaborating on what exactly they were from. Although, it was quite obvious they weren't everyday shoes.

The heels themselves were long and thin. Dangerous looking, really, as they supported a platform about four inches tall. Shiny and black and covered in pointed steel studs that caught the light about the room well, they resembled some of the outfits you had buried in your lingerie drawer that sometimes made an appearance on special occasions. But these had been hidden away like the job you had done while wearing them.

"Where exactly did you wear these?" Josh asked with a cheeky grin suddenly spreading across his lips as the image of you wearing them clearly began to form in his mind.

"Well…I used to be a dancer. A stripper, actually…" you explained slowly, waiting to see his reaction and praying he wouldn't judge you.

It wasn't that you'd been keeping it from him. You just hadn't found a way to tell him yet. Your relationship was still fairly new and it tended to freak guys out when they heard you were a stripper, even as far in the past as it was.

But there was no hint of any judgment on Josh's face. In fact, he seemed only amused by the idea, a smile teasing up at the corner of his plush lips.

"You've been keeping secrets from me," he teased with a toothy grin.

You gave him a relieved smile back.

"I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted.

"I'm only sad I never got to see you perform."

You should have expected the look in his eyes, something well past teasing amusement and inching toward the dangerous territory of interest and intrigue. You could have sworn too that you saw the slightest twitch in his khaki pants that seemed to betray his thoughts. It didn't take much guessing to assume where his mind had gone, and given that he hadn't judged you even in the slightest, a refreshing change from the many insecure guys you'd dated before Josh, your mind was already turning around the same idea he seemed to be having.

Setting your book on your nightstand, you stood from the bed and slowly waltzed over to where he stood still holding your heels just outside of your closet.

"Well…" you started as you took them thoughtfully from his hand, "I could do a little performance for you now, if you wanted."

You stared up at him through your lashes, making a show of it how you would have back when you danced. His eyes flickered down to your lips as he pretended to be thoughtful for a moment, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to hollow out his cheeks. But he couldn't keep a straight face for long before the rosy tint warmed his cheeks and his lips spread into a smile.

"You read my mind," he said with a hint of a giggle behind his voice that was always so endearing.

You moved a chair into the bedroom, setting it at the foot of the bed where you instructed Josh to shed a few layers of his clothes.

"I thought you'd be the one not wearing any clothes," he joked as his fingers worked his pants and shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his tight-fitting briefs.

"Trust me, it'll feel better if you aren't wearing clothes." You gave him a cheeky smile before heading to the door of your closet. "I'm gonna go change real quick. Be good."

From your phone, you connected to your speaker to play music as you changed into one of the more forgotten pieces of lingerie you owned along with the tall heels, a nightmare to get into but quite a look if you were being honest. When you returned, his eyes went wide the moment you stepped into view. In addition to the heels, you'd donned a black number, all one piece. It was a thong crisscrossing over your pelvis in the front with straps connecting at the navel and plunging upward with thin sheer patches of material acting like cups of a bra and thin straps pulled taught over your shoulders. Truthfully, when you wore it, the material got lost in a sea of plush skin that hugged it well. And Josh looked as though he had never appreciated a view more.

"Holy shit," he breathed in a rare moment of speechlessness.

"Like what you see?" You teased him with a smile as you tried to ignore the fact that your nerves were mounting. You were never nervous dancing at the club but you didn't care about those guys. Josh you did care about. Josh you wanted to impress.

"I've never seen anything more perfect." His eyes never raised from your body. He seemed practically hypnotized by you, even before you'd begun your dance. It brought a blush to your face as you met him where he sat and turned the music up quickly before tossing your phone onto the bed. And in the dim light, you threw your leg over his lap and moved to straddle him, his hands meeting your thighs instantly.

"There's just one rule," you said softly as you took his chin in your hand and forced his attention up toward your face.

He only gave you a fervent nod, looking as if he were willing to do absolutely anything you asked of him.

"No touching," you said in a whisper with a wicked smile adorning your lips.

"No touching?" He sounded upset when he repeated the question to you, grumbling when you nodded in answer but pulling his hands away nonetheless.

"But I'll make it up to you if you're good," you said as you raised off of his lap, his eyes still wide as they stared up at you.

"I can be good for you," he promised in a mere breath as his ability to form intelligent thought began to fail him.

You began your dance the way you usually did, turning in front of him and letting your ass graze along his lap as your hands slowly worked up into your hair. As your hips swayed gently, you felt his erection growing more prominent in his briefs.

You moved to the sultry beat of the song, turning occasionally to find him staring intently, mesmerized really, pupils blown wide with lust the longer he watched. You wouldn't have been surprised if you turned and saw him drooling, honestly, and it strengthened your confidence to see him watch you that way, hardly even blinking but tilting his head occasionally to get a better view when you bent over in front of him.

You made a show of it when you did, reaching to the floor slowly as you shook your ass in front of him until you were lying fully in front of him with your ass still raised in the air, chest pressed into the ground to give him a good view of the thin material of your thong stretching across your skin. The sight alone seemed to draw a light curse from his lips that brought a pleased smile to your face.

You stayed there only a moment before you pushed your torso back upward to bounce on the balls of your feet with your thighs spread, giving him a good view of your ass jiggling. But as you raised your body, you felt the familiar warmth of his fingertips as they reached for you instinctively. He wasn't much of a visual creature, after all, though he did appreciate the view. But he had always learned best with his hands.

You turned to scold him, giving him a 'tsk' with your tongue as you took his wrists in your hands and returned to his lap, pulling his hands down below the seat of the chair and pinning them there amongst the rungs holding the legs together.

"No touching, Joshy, or the fun stops."

"Agonizing," was all he whispered, still mesmerized and sounding like he wanted to whimper and whine and press the matter, even as his hands gave in to your authority.

"I know but you're doing so well for me, so nice and hard and showing me exactly how much you like it," you said in the sultriest voice you could manage as you grinded gently along his lap, only a hint of a giggle in your voice as you praised him.

It earned a low, "Fuck," from his lips as you worked over him, swaying back and forth to the song and letting your hips guide your movements.

Turning again, you faced away from him and leaned forward, letting your ass fully press into his erection and feeling just how painfully hard he was.

"Shit, you are so fucking talented," he hissed at the contact.

"So eloquent," you giggled back.

"Go easy on me; there isn't exactly any blood going to my head at the moment."

"Oh, I can tell," you teased as you turned back around in his lap, just before sliding off and dropping to your knees in front of him.

Kneeling before him, you let your hands run up his bare thighs to play gently with the hem of his briefs before pushing his knees apart to spread his legs. You let your body roll up in the space between his legs, brushing your breasts close to his erection as you went and letting your nose guide his chin upward until you had fully climbed back into his lap. With his head tilted back as you hovered over him, you pressed your body against him.

"Fuck," he breathed in that voice that you could never get enough of, the one he used when he had just gotten off stage, painfully hard in his jumpsuit and dragging you to your knees to relieve him as he brushed the hair out of your face.

But now he didn't get to touch and you could tell it was starting to get to him as he finally dipped his hand between your bodies into his waistband to stroke along his painfully hard length.

"Did you dance this good for everyone?" he asked, his eyes still trained up toward yours as his hand worked over himself.

You ran your thumb sweetly over his cheek, not bothering to reprimand him for touching himself seeing as it wasn't technically breaking your rule, and gave him a soft smile as you leaned in to whisper into his ear. "No, I'm making it feel extra good just for you."

Leaning back, you watched as his muscles strained and tightened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his neck as he fought the urge to put his hands on your body, gulping down his lust in order to focus on the movements of his fist around his cock. He hummed as your hands ran over his biceps and down along the straining tendons in his forearm as it flexed with his motions. He was savoring and enjoying it, clearly, but his jaw still clenched tight as his hand picked up its pace beneath the thin material that still covered him.

"Do you feel good, Joshy?" you asked. Of course, you knew the answer. But you wanted to hear him say it anyway.

"So fucking good," he whispered with his eyes clamping shut as he stroked his cock harder.

Standing from his lap to continue your dance, you watched his eyes flutter open as you played with the straps of your lingerie sitting on your shoulders, making a show of pulling at the elastic to tease him with the extra skin. You wiggled your hips to the music, fiddling with the straps in the same rhythm as he watched intently with his fist still wrapped around himself, giving himself long, languid strokes. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched the tease, his brows furrowing in concentration the longer it went on until you finally pushed the thin stripes of material away from your breast to bare your chest to him. With your chest finally free, you leaned forward, resting your hands on the arms of the chair on either side of him to give him a better show of your skin, earning a groan from deep within his chest as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch.

You dropped to your knees in front of him again to put on the same display of the little material that covered your pussy. You sat on your heels and leaned your torso back onto the ground behind you, letting your back arch with one hand stabilizing you on the ground as the other ran over your clothed pussy, eliciting another desperate moan from Josh.

When you raised your body back up, his face was redder than it was before. He was watching you intently with his cock half pulled out of his briefs and leaking pre-cum over his fist that was now moving at a much faster pace than before. And you recognized the expression he wore. It was one you'd seen many times over, the one he wore when he was teetering over the edge, staring his orgasm in the face. It was a fucking beautiful sight, one that never failed to render you speechless. But now, with the fun being so close to ruined at his own hand, you didn't hesitate to speak up.

"Stop," you demanded as you stood to your feet, and he let out a sound of pathetic frustration as his hand reluctantly slowed to a halt.

You gave him only a mean laugh as you dropped into a squat once more, only this time to push his legs apart and hook your finger into the waistband of his briefs, snapping the material lightly against his skin and catching the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck!" He jerked instinctively, his eyes flying open and dropping down to where your finger traced a line down the underside of his cock, now sitting prominently against his abdomen.

"Oops," you feigned pity with a smile lingering closely behind, beginning to become mesmerized yourself in the way he looked itching to be touched even just a little bit more than you allowed.

"You little tease," he hissed without pulling his eyes away from that lazy finger that reach the base of his shift and twirled back up toward the head where it poked out of his waistband, angry and red and swollen.

"That is the idea," you smirked as you dropped your eyes to watch your own movements and the way he twitched beneath them.

It seemed an agonizingly long moment before his hand finally sprang from its hold against the rungs of the chair to grip your wrist tightly, keeping your finger where it rested against him. His eyes looked desperate when he turned them up toward you, like he was pleading with you to be nice, to give in.

"I need more," he practically whimpered.

Josh was breathtaking when he was in need, utterly mouthwatering. Really, you wanted nothing more than to ride him into oblivion right then and there. You could feel the moisture between your legs already threatening to soak through what little material covered you at just the thought. But Josh was also fun to tease and you weren't sure you were quite through with your fun.

You gave him a thoughtful look, resting the forefinger of your free hand against your chin as you pretended to be lost in thought before finally dropping it and giving him a simple, "No".

He gripped your wrist a little harder then, only a glimpse of his strength and something that never failed to turn you on, as little as you saw that side of him.

"Please mama, I'll be so good for you. So fucking good for you, I swear," he begged, his eyes turned up to you like you were his God, there only to be worshipped by him.

Pulling your wrist from his grasp, you moved your hands to cradle his face softly.

"You want to feel my pussy?" you asked, a hint of condescension in your voice that only seemed to make him twitch harder against his stomach.

"Yes, please, I need to feel you. Need to feel how wet and tight you are."

"Yeah? Does your cock ache for me?"

"Fucking always, you have no idea. I belong inside of you. Goddamnit, I belong to you."

He looked painfully hard, practically throbbing with need, a perfect seat for you as you nestled your body snugly against him. His cock fit perfectly between your legs and your breasts practically pushed into his face, you began to grind up and down his length and his reaction was immediate, his eyes rolling back and his head falling backward against the chair.

"But I'm not finished with my dance, pretty boy," you whispered against the shell of his ear as you continued your torment, beginning to torment yourself now too.

He only groaned out something unintelligible as his eyes squeezed shut and his hands flew up to your hips to work you into a faster grind. But again, you found his wrists in your palms and pushed them back down to his sides where they once again found the rungs of the chair.

"I didn't say you could touch yet," you reprimanded him before pulling the material of your panties to the side to let your wet center glide easily along his length, still half shrouded in his underwear.

"Oh fuck, mama, that feels good," he exclaimed in a breathy sigh.

He was missing the sight of your pussy leaving a wet trail of arousal along his cock, turning the material of his briefs transparent enough that you could see it throb angrily out of sheer want. But the sight of him was even better, his head thrown back to showcase his neck, red and straining, the veins along the side protruding and pulsing as his muscles tensed harder. Actually, he looked like he was about to cum with barely any touch at all and it plastered a wicked smile onto your face.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're about to cum," you sighed in the sweetest voice you could manage.

But Josh stayed silent, shaking his head fervently as his knuckles turned white and the muscles in his arms flexed.

"No? You're not gonna cum from my pussy sliding up and down your hard fucking cock? Getting it all nice and wet for you?"

"Shit-that's not fair," he groaned, using all of his strength to lift his head and look at you.

When he did, you saw the glazed look in his eyes, a half-gone look that almost made you feel sorry for not taking him into your cunt right then and there.

"I know, I just can't help myself. Been such a good boy," you mumbled as you dipped down to lick the sheen of sweat coating his neck all the way up to his chin and earning a whimper from him.

"Oh, you like that? You like when I call you a good boy?"

"Fuck, yes, I love it."

"Can you be my good boy and cum for me? Right under my lap?"

There was a look of desperation in his eyes as you leaned back and picked up your movements, like he was trying desperately to stop himself. But it was no use.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he chanted and with the string of expletives on his lips, he exploded onto his abdomen.

"So fucking beautiful when you come," you mused as you slowly brought your grinding to a halt when his pleasure began to turn into sensitivity.

Without missing a beat, you lifted off his lap and dropped to your knees between his legs, much to his confusion.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly as he stared down at you.

"I'm cleaning up your mess, pretty boy," you smiled.

You ran your fingertip lightly over the head of his cock, admiring the way his whole body practically twitched at even the slightest stimulation. You couldn't help but giggle lightly before leaning in to lick the cum off his head and abdomen.

"Oh fuck," he sighed as he threw his head back again at the feeling of your tongue grazing along the head of his cock and collecting his release.

"You taste so good," you breathed before finally pulling the hem of his underwear down to free him and take his head into your mouth to suck gently on it, making sure to get every last drop.

His muscles went taught immediately, his feet and thighs moving against the now stark overstimulation. He struggled to keep his hips still as he writhed beneath you, unsure if he was allowed to use his hands yet.

"Shit, it's too-too much, mama, too much," he whimpered with his hands raised next to his head, ready to dive into your hair.

You pulled your lips off of him with a hard pop and stared up at him with a wet face.

"Oh come on, you can give me a little more, can't you Joshy? Just a little more for me?"

He sucked his lip between his teeth and after a moment of thought, finally gave you a nod that brought a smile to your face before you dove in again. You took him further into your mouth to taste his salty sweet skin before swirling your tongue around the head, making him buck his hips up as his hand flew to your hair. He seemed unable to decide whether to push you further down onto his cock or pull you away to get some relief. But it did neither, just folded into your hair as he let you work up into a nasty rhythm. His hips struggled with the same dilemma, alternating between fucking up into your mouth to chase the feeling and withdrawing to escape the sensation that began to dull everything else in his body as it turned almost painful.

The sounds he made above you were like nothing you'd ever heard. It was a mix between moans and whines and whimpers as he fought the feeling of whatever was building within him, but then all at once, his grip on your hair tightened and pushed you down onto his length fully as he released down the back of your throat. His voice rising in volume as he let out a sharp curse, you felt his tip nudging the back of your throat as he rode out his high.

"S-shit, yes, that-fuck-that feels so fucking-" He was out of energy before he could even finish his sentence, collapsing back onto the chair as you pulled off of him with a hard suction.

When your lips passed his head, you made sure to suck good and hard one final time. It seemed you might even suck his soul from his body, too, the way he writhed and whimpered at the feeling, hands grabbing the sides of the seat before you treated fully and left him a gasping mess. Sweat matted his curls to his forehead and with a swipe of his hand as his chest heaved up and down, he slicked them back with the palm of his hand and an exhausted smile at his lips, ready to tinge it up into an almost cock afterglow that he wore so fucking well.

"Fuck, that was-" he started, unable to finish as he fought to regain his breath.

"I know, baby, you did so good for me," you smiled at him feeling completely and utterly satisfied. Well, other than the ache between your legs that seemed to only be fueled by the way he looked with his hair pushed back and his forehead and neck and chest dripping in sweat.

And thankfully, his exhaustion only seemed to last a mere moment before his hands instinctively reached for your body again and pulled you back onto his lap.

"I want to taste you," he whispered, the tinge of desperation gone but replaced by desire to make you cum just as hard as you had made him.

"Yeah?" you questioned, uncertain he even had the energy but hoping you'd get to find out.

"Please, more than anything. Let me show you how good I can be for you with my tongue."

He still had that look like he wanted to worship you, but much more focused. Almost dangerous, really. He looked like he knew how badly you wanted him and like he was ready to do something about it.

You gave him another faux thoughtful look in hopes it would urge on more begging from the beautiful boy sitting beneath you. He was so good at it, after all.

"I can tell how wet you are," he said, playing into your wants like he was reading your mind. He reached one hand down to run his fingers along your slit, stopping at the bundle of nerves at the helm to tease it gently with the pads of his fingers. "Please let me taste it. You deserve to feel good, you deserved to be fucked by my tongue."

It only took a fervent nod before he was picking you up in his arms and turning to plop you down onto the edge of the bed behind him. Even faster, it seemed, he was dropping to his knees before you like in prayer and pulling the crotch of your lingerie further to the side to expose your delicious cunt to himself.

"I could spend the rest of my life just buried between your legs, teasing and tasting this needy little clit," he breathed, his breath hot against your thighs as he placed gentle kisses along your skin, all while his eyes stayed fixed to yours.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch as he kissed his way to your center where he used his tongue to push through your folds and prod into you, letting it sink into you so he could taste you. His eyes rolled back at just the taste and you felt your own roll at the feeling as your head dropped back to welcome the sudden pleasure flowing through your body.

He was right, you were wet, because when he withdrew his tongue, his face already glistened. But he didn't stay retreated; immediately he liked one long stripe up your slit, letting his tongue land and focus on your clit as he spread your moisture and his own saliva around with an ungodly wet noise that filled the air.

When you lifted your head to watch his movements, you were greeted with his eyes, fixed and unrelenting on yours as he worked. He sucked your clit into his mouth, creating a tight suction around it as he pulsed his lips and flicked against it with his tongue. It felt sloppy and the sounds that echoed around the room were immoral but they only served to push you closer and closer to the edge, threatening to spill over right there in his mouth.

He worked you diligently, almost to the point of overstimulation before you'd even cum, his attention to your clit unrelenting even as his fingers prodded your hole, teasing the outer rim before dipping in fully only to go back to teasing again. He brought you close fast as he curled his fingers up into you, finally letting them push and pull and curl the way you wanted to and fucking them into you nice and fast as his tongue still worked at your clit, lapping at it just right.

You were close. You were right there. Your hips bucked up into his mouth, pressing your clit harder against his tongue as you writhed, searching for the friction you needed.

"Oh fuck, Josh, yes, I'm right there!"

Your eyes fixated on him as he unwound you, making you cum hard against his mouth and tongue, all over his fingers as they slicked even easier through their rhythm of fucking into you to guide you through it a bit more gently than you had for him. And finally he was retreating his mouth altogether and pulling your legs up around his hips to push you further up the bed where he collapsed next to you.

"All this time and I never even knew," he whispered despite the content smile resting on his face.

"I'm sorry. I never know how to bring it up, especially when everyone else that I've brought it up to was so judgemental about it," you admitted.

To your surprise, he laughed and shook his head.

"They were all fucking idiots if they didn't want that."

You chuckled back, slowly at first before you both fell into a fit of giggles together.

"Yeah, I suppose I was good at my job, huh?" you teased.

"Employee of the fucking year, mama," he smiled back before launching an attack of kisses on the side of your face as you squealed for mercy.

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[astrum99]

Do you think bugs fall in love?

Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.

V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.

V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.

Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.

Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.

Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.

Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.

So. Do they live?

When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?

Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.

So. Do bugs love?

Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?

To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.

To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.

The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.

Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.

To live, to love.

[sunspinecity]

its so crazy that staff was like "yeah we're adding the grand exchange shop to fix the rampant issue of ancient gene clutter!" and we were all like "yay!" and then they just. didn't fix the issue of clutter in the marketplace. which was what we all actually cared about. And now it's to the point where i've been camping this mp with 5 min timers for (no joke) the last 9 fucking hours trying to find Secondary Gene: Striation (MODERN) while every ancient variation has stocked plentifully and often. and when the next ancient inevitably comes out next month it's going to get even worse. like. Man.

[lesbianshepard]

I need you all to pray for me that I get assigned fieldwork for next week because I'm going fucking insane being stuck without anything to do

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[ontosgold]

I adore sun/moon ryomina dynamic... but specifically how ryoji is the moon to makoto's sun. in the way that the moon is a reflection of the sun's light. without the sun there is so moon, but also the moon brings meaning to the sun's existence...

[quietlyblooms]

alrighty, friends, i feel the need to be a little transparent because it's affecting things here. the short version of everything is: i'm not doing so hot in the mental health department. no one needs to be concerned -- i'm okay even if i'm having a hard time. but i just ask that everyone continues to be patient and understanding bc i promise that i'm excited to write and chat!! both new and old mutuals, i have so much admiration for you all!! the problem is that the discomfort and sensitivity i feel are making it increasingly difficult to be punctual and social.

so what does this mean? it means my activity may continue to be extra slow. i might procrastinate with messages or go completely silent. i might not log on some days just so i don't have to use my brain. but however my presence here fluctuates, i promise that in no way this is a reflection of my feelings towards you or our muses. i'm just going through it.

all that said, thank you for being here <3 thank you for filling my dash with things that make me smile, and thank you for being a space where i can relax. i care about all of you so much, and i encourage you to be kind to yourselves!! take breaks!! take your time!! your happiness and health matter first always.

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

finally caved and started reading all for the game. two chapters into the foxhole court and what kind of gay fucking shit is this! also did not know there were sports in here

[perilegs]

i miss horses

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

✨️jazz hands✨️ wow I wish I could just I don't know, fucking finish my milk in piece without it all being linked back to me wanting to play on the computer. like yeah guys good association its definitely true for sure guys you're so fucking smart huh, not like I maybe, I dunno know, just wanted to finish my milk and also get things done on the queue. not like thats a thing I could do. nope not at all for sure you're so smart thinking you know everything going on in my brain

[realbeefman]

been getting deeply emotionally invested in big bang theory past few days. been really big banging as they say.

[microknifeyuri]

uh. vent art. or something. losing yourself and losing everyone who you cared about as a result

[cherry-treelane]

his hand on her arm/back is the cutest thing ever and yes i will be taking this two second interaction and obsessing over it

[tetzoro]

You're halfway through folding laundry when two familiar hands cover over your eyes. The smell of sweat, metal and sake washes over you and you can't help but roll your eyes behind the hands as you drawl out,

“Goodness, who could it be?”

There's a slight rumble from the chest behind your head as it pulls you to it, though the hands don't move from their spot.

You give an over-exaggerated sigh before snickering out, “Okay Franky, you got-”

“Franky?! You kiddin’ me?!”

You laugh outright at the outburst, knowing it confused and infuriated your poor green haired lover all the same. Your hands drop the shirt you were folding and gently cover over the larger ones, pulling them from your eyes as you lean back into Zoros broad chest properly.

“Why the surprise?” You question, curiosity in your eyes as his steel grey one stares back down at you. An annoying tint of pink covers his cheeks as he mutters, “Can't surprise my pretty girl? Damn.” He then smirks slightly, a joking tone dancing on his lips as he presses a quick kiss to your temple as he murmurs against your skin, “Learn somethin’ new about you every damn day.”

You chuckle again, though you press a kiss of your own to each of his palms. “You trying to surprise me because it's my birthday?”

There's a chilling silence from your lover and you look up at him with wide eyes as you ask softly, “... you know it's my birthday, right?”

Zoro blinks once, twice, before he mutters in confusion, “It's your birthday?”

You gasp and swat at him, only for his laughter to break you out of your shock as his hands grip your wrist gently. “Don't be stupid, of course I know it's your birthday.” He's quick to press a few chaste kisses to your wrist before holding your palm to his cheek.

“I got somethin’ for you. You gonna come open your gift or you gonna fold laundry all damn day?”

You grin and roll your eyes again before giving another sigh, this time with a wide shrug as you tease back, “Well, I guess your gift is more important than some laundry…”

Zoro chuckles lowly at your joking tone, pulling you up as he stands straight, though he keeps his hand in yours the whole time.

“Good, because I worked damn hard pickin’ out something you'd actually like.”

You grin and slyly ask,

“And how much do you owe Nami for asking for her help?”

Zoro pretends to be wounded, holding his free hand over his heart as he snarks back, “Not a damn thing, thank you very much.”

You both stare at each other for a moment, your gaze disbelieving to the point it pulls a deep sigh from him a few moments later as he hangs his head slightly.

“... too much, Aims. Too damn much.”

You laugh again and pull him closer before getting on your tippy toes to press a few kisses to his jawline and the corner of his lips. “Zo, you could have got me a bottle of sake and I'd have cried. You didn't need to go all out.”

He grins slightly before snatching your lips up with his own, humming against them for a moment before he pulls away with a muttered,

“Just wait till you see. Promise you'll like it, no matter what it is?”

You grin in response with a slight nod, gushing in earnest, “Of course, Zo. You picked it out, how could I not love it?”

Zoro hums in agreement before pulling you into his arms, pressing another quick kiss to the top of your head before he jokes,

“Then stop wasting time and come open my gift.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIMS LOVELY !!!!! I hope you don't mind the lil blurb, I saw it was your birthday and just had to write some soft Zoro for you 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 I hope your day has been as wonderful, kind and warm as you are 💖💖💖💖💖💖 ALL MY LOVE TO YOUUU !!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

mandie .. MANDIE !! you did NOT just leave me the most beautiful and wonderful gif on my little doorstep ! i can not tell you how many times i’ve read this :( i am going to give you my unhinged reactions in the tags ofc but firstly !! thank you for doing this for me, i feel so incredibly touched that you put in the time to create this for me 🥺🥺 you’re so thoughtful and i am giving you the biggest hug in existence !!!! THANK YOU !! SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE !!! and giving you as many smooches as you want ^___^ !

now . for the fic . rubbing my hands together like a little fly hehe. let’s see if i can keep this coherent enough, shall we ? (<- said moments before i incoherently express everything)

ft. my moodboard of emotions i felt during reading btw

[running-in-the-dark]

it's so funny when I rewatch a show but with a new/different/additional crush. like I'm rewatching the librarians with my partner right now and it just feels soo different lol