#thank you lovely anon for giving me the opportunity to ramble about this <3

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

hello seth! i don’t think my tumblr works with anon so i’ll just send it like this! i’m a huge fan of your writing and i absolutely adore it. whenever i am in the need for a good story and writing inspiration i go to your blog. so i was hoping if you could write a sally face fic! i haven’t seen too many on here and willing to write for m reader or ftm.

i like the thought of being with sally and just having time with him, soft domestic type stuff. then he starts asking you how you really feel about his face and you smile and take off his mask with permission and kiss him saying he’s beautiful and to not worry. you kiss him and hold him. he then sits up but keeps your lips locked and you begin to explore each other sexually but in a such intimate way you both are crying almost. if you want could be m reader but i would love a ftm reader! can we also have reader be bottom but still be guiding sally and affirming him. i know this is a big ask and you’re always working so hard so please take liberty with this ask! take what you want from it and remove what you don’t like. i just love you’re writing. take your time as well! writing can be draining sometimes and you really need to find that inspiration so i want to make sure you feel no pressure!

have a good day/night/evening!!<3

❝ I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt) ❞

SalFisher x ftm!reader | fluffy, NSFW | reader has had top-surgery & bottom growth | sub. bot. reader | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 5.4 k

warnings: mentions of facial dysphoria, self-deprecating thoughts (Sal), unprotected sex, praise (a lot of it), minor hair pulling, creampies, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like cunt and boypussy are used)

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authors note: thank you so much for your kind words! hearing that you use my writing as writing inspiration made me feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside oh lord 😭 you're too kind! This request was the softest one I've ever worked on, thank you so much for gracing me with the opportunity to write this~

*song on repeat: Orion's Belt by Sabrina Claudio / Baby Girl by SMNM

"Cold, cold, cold," Sal lifts his head from the couch. The sight of you rushing down the wooden stairs in nothing but a towel makes him lift himself to sit. "Fuck! Sal, you should put carpet in here!" Grinning, he leans forward and folds himself in half to stare at you furiously lifting the towel up to wrap around your shoulders instead.

"You hate carpet. B'sides, it'll get that weird moldy smell in here. I told you to get those fuzzy slippers," Gizmo meows in agreement from his corner of the couch. "Traitor!" you exclaim and he simply meows once again, lifting a leg to lick his stomach and Sal reaches over to give his head a good scratch.

"See? Even Gizmo agrees."

"Gizmo has in-built fuzzy socks. He has no say in this," your huffing and puffing simply makes Sal roll his eye, lifting Gizmo up to place the large cat right on his stomach while he props his head onto the armrest of the couch. Gizmo stretches out onto his torso, unbothered by the change in position while he presses his nose into Sal's chest and twists until he's nearly full on his back; the action makes Sal secure the old cat on him. His olive-toned arm loosely wrapped across Gizmo's purring body.

You're still rambling but it's all background noise to Sal. The sight of your bare legs and backside calls for his attention and despite how guilty he feels, he can't help but drag his sight all the way up to your — now — bare shoulders. The towel is now limply draped over the towel rack, and your muscles and bones are moving seamlessly underneath the fabric of your skin.

Everything about you can make him feel like he's going to explode. In a good way, if you can believe it. He sure as hell didn't. Sal remembers the first time he saw you, thinking you looked cool and that it was nice your interests lined with his. Somehow you managed to become more than that.

More always scared Sal. It was greedy and selfish. He wasn't religious but there was a sense of anxiety that came from wanting and needing more than you were given. Some sort of divine guilt was planted within him through passing by churches and reading the signs of worship plastered on billboards. Needing more is frightening, especially from other people.

More time spent with you two. More hours of listening to you speaking. More days spent with you in his home, bare skin and bare soul all for him and only him.

It frightened him!

Because, as self-centered as it sounds, he'd have to give you more. Don't take this the wrong way, he wants to — God, he wants to — but...but...

What if you don't like all that he has?

The fabric of his skin is spoiled. Marred. One of his eyes is artificial, his jaw asymmetrical, bone blown to bits, nose cut off and skin grafts stitched together and spliced.

His heart hammers in his chest, and his breathing is shaky as he squeezes Gizmo. The patch-furred critter mews, twisting once again and crawling up. His weight on Sal's chest is comforting. The pressure across it squeezed down on him, reminding his body that it was real and he was safe.

"In conclusion, I propose we buy a heater! That way we can — "

You're dressed in Sal's pajama pants, hands in the middle of pulling down the oversized band shirt when you notice Sal squeezing his eyes shut.

"Sal? Baby? What's wrong?" You sit by his legs, placing a hand on his knee and pressing your hands on it to ease him back down. "You're okay, baby. You're okay." It's not often Sal gets like this. You've known him ever since he came to Nockfell County; you know he's the type of person to withdraw within himself when his anxieties get the best of him. He's certainly gotten better with time and as your friendship — and eventual relationship — got stronger, the both of you worked on ways to lean on each other when things get tough.

Sal inhales deeply, Gizmo raising with the motion, and exhales. You don't pry more, giving him room to find the words and tether back to you. Gizmo's purrs muffle the silence.

"Sorry, just, the sight of your ass gave me a heart attack, Jesus," the joke is met with a loose grin but Sal knows you better than that. Still. He's grateful you snort at his jesting. Gizmo stands — Sal grimaces as he puts all his weight on his sternum — then walks over to your lap instead. The sight makes him calm down.

The faded grey of the once-black band shirt and his pajama pants do too. It's silly but the sight of you in everything that's his comforts a part of him. You're here. You're in love with him. Your gaze holds nothing but patience and adoration and a tinge of worry.

But you're here, in his clothes, in his room, his cat in your lap, and your hands on his body.

"You feeling better, Sal?" He nods, pushing to sit. "Do you wanna talk about it, baby?" Gizmo gives your chin one more bump before he jumps on the floor and meanders his way to his food bowl. Taking the chance, you inch closer to Sal and he's grateful for it.

You're not scared of the cold prosthetic on his face. The iron bolts that secure the straps to his face and head, the glass eye that shines humourlessly in any situation.

"Do you ever want...more from this? From me?" That line of questioning made your brows furrow and mouth frown. "What do you mean?" You reach for him and Sal reciprocates by holding your hand in his lap.

"I was joking about seducing Mr Smith from the electronics store for a heater," he scoffs at your lame joke but continues. "I don't mean that, I'll get us a heater. Just..."

"You've never seen...all of me." His grip loosens but you don't let it. "So?" he looks at you, his face angled low and the shape of his prosthesis mimics his brow bone. Sal is pinching his face, confused at your indignant tone.

"So?" He whispers. You lift his hand up, inching in closer and placing his knuckles over your clavicle.

"So?"

"Doesn't it freak you out? We've been together for so long and you've never seen my face," he murmurs. Since you're so close, speaking above a whisper would ruin this moment. Sal's heart is racing again though this time the anxiety is laced with his love for yours. It's a confusing emotion but he relishes the way you press your forehead to his, nose bumping with the bump on his prosthesis.

"Do you want me to see your face?" He inhales sharply, glancing away.

"...I do. But..."

"Mm?" you spread his fingers out, guiding them to your neck and the calloused pads of Sal's fingers make gooseflesh spread. The hairs on the back of your neck standing in applause; because that's what he does to you.

He makes your pupils expand, makes your heart race, makes your brain produce dopamine; your body lights up like a goddamn firework when he so much as looks your way. You can be yourself with him without fear because you know you do the same to him.

"...I've only ever let you kiss me when it's dark. The first time we had sex, I couldn't even take off the mask...I just...I'm..."

Your frown deepens when Sal sighs, his shoulders dropping.

"Be honest. Does it bother you?"

He's glad you don't reply immediately. A part of him always worries your love for him overtakes everything else. That, if something ever happens between the two of you and it tears you apart, you'll feel regret once the love is gone. You brush his hair behind his ear, cupping his jaw as you shake your head.

"No. It doesn't. Because it's you, Sal. I love you. Even the parts you aren't ready for me to see." He exhales and his breath escapes through the slits of his mouth. You feel it on your thumb and it makes you grin.

There's a twitch in his eye and your grin falters for a moment before it reappears when he locks eyes with you.

"...Do you want me to see your face, baby?"

His jaw is set. His tongue is made of lead. So Sal simply closes his eyes and gives you a minuscule nod. If it weren't for your hand on his jaw, you probably would've mistaken it for a twitch.

"Can I take off your prosthetic?"

Another nod.

"Are you sure, baby? I won't do it if you're not — "

"I'm sure." He says in one breath. "I'm sure."

A moment of silence was shared and you leaned forward to press your lips in the molding of his. The cool material does not pulse or pump with life but it's your Sal's and you cherish it deeply; he exhales shakily and you grin as your fingers dance through the locks of blue to find the straps that hold the prosthetic in place.

It's secure, it's meant to be, and you can feel the wear and tear of the years in the material. The scratches and indents weaved into every fiber. You unbuckle the lower end first and Sal tightens his hold on you, so you pause and press another kiss to his porcelain cheek.

When he nods, you continue, cupping the mask in one hand to steady it while you undo the upper buckle.

Sal would be statue-like if it weren't for the nervous tremors in his fingers. The mask loosens and its weight drops into your hand. His breath does not come through the slits anymore and you can feel it breeze through the fine hairs on your fingers.

He says nothing and neither do you. Still, you place one more kiss on the forehead of his prosthetic and lower it from view.

Sal has his eyes cast away, but he faces you. There's a large scar across the right side of his mouth, splitting his lips and exposing his teeth. There's a dent on the right side of his lower jaw that leaves his bone structure slightly unbalanced, and the cartilage of his nose is completely missing. The skin has healed, stretching his eye and tugging on the rest. It's pinkish still, never quite settling into the rest of his olive-toned skin, and Sal understands why it's jarring.

It's like peeling back the layers of what makes humans...humans.

The skin. The sight of his face makes people unnerved. Teeth and gums and muscles and the lack of a nose. One side of his face was a plain canvas and the other was a goddamn Jackson Pollock painting of horror.

Your touch on his bare skin shocks him. The pads of your fingers drag across his cheekbones. "Does it hurt?" You ask with your eyes lidded.

"No, no, it...it doesn't." You smile and your thumb rests just under his eyes, sweeping fondly while your palm holds his face preciously within your hand. There's a flush to his skin — it's not unusual with how the prosthetic held over his face nearly 24/7.

There's a feeling of nakedness that comes without the even pressure across his visage but your hands are an amazing substitute.

"You don't have to be nice," he says. "It takes a lot to get used to — "

"I know I can't completely convince you to not think of yourself as 'something to get used to' but you're not. Not to me." Sal's eye water and he wills himself to finally look at you.

There's a pinch to your brows, it makes your eyebrows cast this shadow across your eyes and highlight the colours of your eyes. You're frowning at his self-deprecation, though beyond that he can see you mean well.

"I would gladly sit on your face, Sal."

He scoffs, groaning as he slips away from your hand to toss his head back and flop right onto the couch again. "You're fuckin' impossible, (Y/N)," he mumbled as his hands covered his face. You place the prosthetic down on the makeshift coffee table near the couch and chuckle as you swing one leg over his hips and rest your crotch over his.

"What? I'm being honest here!" Bracing your weight on your elbows, Sal finds the comfort of your body across his similar to Gizmo's. "You're fucking beautiful," he squirms at that and you huff, nuzzling your face into his neck while he peeks from over his fingers.

"You don't have to say that," you huff once again. "I'm not saying that because I have to, I'm saying it because I want to. You're fucking beautiful, me being your boyfriend is just a coincidence."

He feels you shifting and instinctively, his hands rest on your hips and there he is again. You know you shouldn't stare, so you don't, but the shy glances at his face are less than secretive. His eyes are blue, cobalt almost, and his eyebrows are a darker shade of his hair. The shape of his eyes is rounded, with a deep crease and heavy eyelids just like his father's. Lifting your head, you gaze down at him and your hands are once again gingerly ghosting on his skin. This time, they're tracing his collarbones, feeling up the protruding muscle of his neck and halting at his jaw.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" He has a quirk. A lip twitch that he does when he's excited; you've been dating him for years and you're still finding out new things about your boyfriend. It makes your heart race and it only triples in speed when he nods. Hovering, the peak of your lips ghost his. He had always envied how you kiss his prosthetic. It was an extension of himself but he hated how badly he wanted to feel you on him.

They press to his and Sal slips his eyes closed. It's nothing more than a peck. Innocent, chaste. But then he's tightening his grip and pulling you in; tilting his head like he's always seen other people do and you're grinning into it. He knows because he can feel it.

He can feel it.

How your lips spread, the hint of teeth that slide over his bottom ones, and the crinkling of your nose that's brushing over his cheek.

"You taste so good, pretty boy," your words make his ears red. "I'm sure anything is better than kissing porcelain," he replies with a breathless tone, leaning forward again as if unwilling to part from you even if just to talk.

"No, don't disrespect yourself like that. What did we say about making those jokes." "Hah, I'll stop when you do."

Giggling, you're leaning in again. Sal wonders if kissing you is the only reason he's not completely in tears. The first time he'd accidentally showed Larry his face, he'd cried because Larry didn't look away from him. You taste tears on your lips and Sal curses softly as he tucks himself under your jaw, groaning. You shush him comfortingly, threading your fingers through his hair as he takes a few deep inhales.

"I love you." Those words are followed by more tears and you squeeze him again. "I love you, Sal," he nods against your — his — shirt. He can feel the grin you have from the crown of his head.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

Because you did. Sal was the man you wanted to be with until the Earth decided to throw in the towel; it didn't matter how buried your love for each other would be, because when your bones are dug up, or his guitar, or the treasure trove of things you've called yours; in the future, when you whisper to those archeologists: "Do you know?" they'd nod and reply, "We know you loved him."

Sal has never felt love like this. One that felt overwhelming at first, the same way entering a body would be for the first time in your life, but once he embraced the feeling? It was so...fulfilling.

How lucky was he?

Sal pulls away to cup your face and he leans in. You meet him halfway.

The feeling of your breath, your heart thudding against his own chest, the pulse beating under his thumb as he holds your neck — Sal isn't sure if he'd ever get into heaven but he doubts it ever compares to you.

His jaw moves and your lips part as you press closer. Fuck, kissing him felt like drinking in sunlight. There's a freedom that follows it, leaves you floaty and blissful.

"I love you," he replies between the friction, teeth biting down on your lower lip if only to hear if you'd gasp. You do.

"I love you so fuckin' much, (Y/N)." There's a feverish desperation in his words. But it makes your heart swell. There's no doubt in his eye, nothing but the truth and the truth is he'd worship you.

You're kissing again. Eager to show him the explosions he sets off within you. Between desperate lip locking and messy tangles of tongues, his hands move down and up your — his —shirt.

Squeezing your sides as he drags his digits across your skin. It spreads fire across your planes, has your already uneven breath shuddering as he memorizes the shape of your body again.

There's a growing hardness between his legs. You can feel it — twitching below your crotch as he tilts his head and tastes the lust that perspires from your neck.

He's greedy with his mouth. How could he not be? Sal has been wanting to taste you the second he realised how badly he wished you were his.

"Fuck, Sal." You groan, chewing on your lower lip as he experiments with this unmarked territory. His tongue is warm, his teeth brushes over pumping arteries with an air of amusement; when he finds the sweet spot? The spot where your breath hitched as he kissed it?

Sal makes your blood vessels explode. It isn't enough that the hairs on your neck stand in attention because of him, or how your blood rushes to your head when he so much as looks your way. He's determined to show you he can worship you in more ways than one.

You're gripping onto his shirt and your hips grind down. The moan he lets out makes your cunt wetter than before.

"I need you," you tell him as he sinks his teeth in. Just to test it out, to see if you'd like it. You do. His back feels cold as you lift his shirt but he grips at your wrist, panting as he moves his head away so you can see him.

"Can I...Can I keep it on?" He already felt a touch too exposed. You nod, reassuring him with a chaste peck.

"I'm gonna take of my shirt. You've made me all warm," he smiles a bit too smugly. He's handsome that way. When he gets a bit cocky — it's a sure fire way to make your head dizzy with desire.

"My shirt," he mumbles.

But when your bare torso is revealed the sass is pushed away. Sal presses kisses on your chest, teasing your perk buds with his too-warm hands and relishing in the way you toss your head back when he takes one in his mouth.

"Sal, holy fuck." He kneads at your ass, making your hips move back and forth. Rocking your clothed cunt over his boner as he leaves hickeys and bitemarks.

Here is where I plant my love, he thinks as he feels your heart pound against your ribcage, here is proof that he's mine.

Your pants are pulled below your waist and Sal moves back, making you yelp at the loss of balance. One second you're over him and the next, you're both tumbling over the couch.

His hand cradles the back of your head, curling over you as much as he could when you crash. Thankfully, none of you knocked into the coffee table but the adrenaline of the short fall makes the both of you wide-eyed.

"Holy fuck!" You laugh breathlessly. He scans you for any injury but soon follows suit. "You okay?" His hair curtains your face from view as he descends to claim your lips again.

"I'm peachy, baby." Sal grunts as you tug at the waist band of his pants. "Don't stop..." and how could he say no to you when you look up at him like that?

Your hands invade underneath his shirt and Sal moans as you press your fingers lightly into his back, kneading at the tense muscles. "M'not gonna take it off. Just wanna feel you," you assure as you reach his shoulder blades. God, the feeling of your hands on his body made him feel so Holy.

Ironic in the grand scheme of things but it's not like Sal gave a damn.

It's your turn to mark him up. He often already is. But this time your lips latch onto the obvious places. Lifting yourself to sit, Sal is suddenly at your mercy as you lovingly bruise him up with your mouth.

Sal lifts himself off your crotch a bit, panting and moaning at your ministrations, and slips his hand down your pants. Your breath stutters as your boyfriend touches your core.

"Sal," you plead. "I know, baby. I know," Sal frowns when you whine. "What? What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"You're just..." You're breathing heavily as you stare up at him, nails lightly digging into his skin as your dick twitches against his palm.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Sal."

That catches him completely off-guard. He hates how tears immediately burn at his waterline but regret doesn't come when they travel down his cheek. You're kissing him and the self-depriciation doesn't once rise. That snivelling, hissing, voice of doubt remains mute as you hold him.

"So fucking pretty," he slips his finger in as if attempting to distract you with pleasure. It makes you keen but you continue to sing praises for him as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

It's hard to move when you curl your arms over his back, hands peeking from the stretched out collar of his shirt. Forehead once again pressed to his.

"I can't — "

"You're all mine. My pretty boy is all mine." Blood should not rush so quickly to one's head. His chest is dusted in red, his shoulders, his ear, the apples of his cheek —

"You feel so good, Sal."

You allow him to push you back, splaying out onto the floor with your eyes lidded in want as he looked at you.

"...Shit, you're making my brain go all stupid," he grumbles — it sounds more like a whine. You lift your hips as he tugs your pants down and off. Sal gets between your legs and for a moment you think he's about to just slide in — which causes you a bit of concern considering how much meat he's packing between his legs — but then he lays on his stomach and your cock peeks straight up.

"I've watched a few pornos," he says with a grimace, "but — "

"I can guide you, Sal." He's looking up at you with those doe eyes and you chuckle as you brush some of his hair back. "You made me cum from grinding on your goddamn leg before. You've got this, Sex Grandmaster Sal."

"Really don't think mentioning Larry's marijuana induced rambling is setting the mood, babe," your giggle smooths out the furrowed brows he had. "Sorry, sorry."

Your cunt is making his mouth water. Sal presses his thumb on your cock and the sigh you let out eases his worries. His tongue on your dick has you inhaling deeply, slowly, back arching off the floor as he looks up at you.

He's overzealous but fuck does it make you wetter than you've ever been. Licking and sucking on your cock while he teases the opening of your cunt with his fingers. The hints of teeth makes your hips twist but he holds your hips down with muffled groans.

"Fuck, yes. You're doing so good, Sal. S'fuckin' good — holy shit, babe," the way your voice gets all pitchy makes him grin. Your slick on his tongue is making him want more, so he spreads your lips apart and sinks his tongue inside, it makes your grip onto his head, and Sal moans into you at the pinpricks of pain that follow.

Fingers accompanies his tongue and you're clamping your thighs around his head. It forces Sal's face into your cunt and the whole thing has him chuckling against you.

Pinning your thighs apart, Sal licks and swipes at the slick around his mouth and chin, catching his breath as he curses.

"Fucking Christ, does it feel that good?" You whine in retaliation. "You're the one going down on me of course I'm going fuckin' crazy. You get all whiny when I go down on you too — "

He curls a finger inside of you and you cut yourself off with a particularly loud moan. The floorboards above you creak and like a deer lifting its head as a branch snaps in the distance, another follows as whoever was in the living room heard the echoing cries of pleasure.

Sal slips another finger in and you cover your mouth, glaring at his handsome face petulantly. It falters as he stretches you out, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm that he occasionally breaks to curl his fingers up.

You're groaning and curling your toes, eyelids fluttering and squeezing shut as he jerks you off with his other hand. Loosening his jaw, Sal uses his spit to lube you up further. He had a thing for sloppy sex. You once joked he enjoyed the slick-and-slide of it all and he didn't deny it then and probably won't ever.

"Nuh - no, don't wanna cum yet, I wanna cum with you, baby," he slows his rhythm, staring at you as you lift yourself onto your hands and taste yourself on his lips.

"Want you inside me. Please, Sal, I'm beggin'"

"You don't have to. I've got you." He nods when you hold onto the waist of his pants. Pulling it down to his knees and let his cock spring out into the air. Fuck, it's a pretty dick.

It's fat and heavy. Thicker than longer, the girth always makes your toes curl. It's a darker colour compared to the rest of his skin tone, the mushroom tip a warmer shade that burns when you tease him too much. You motion for the couch and he leans against it, whispering your name as you hover over his cock.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he says as you pump his dick with your fist while you line it up to your cunt. "You're pretty fucking hot yourself, big dick," he struggles not to laugh in your face, shaking his head in 'disapproval' that's short-lived.

You sink down on the tip of his cock and Sal moans out your name, squeezing your hips. You shiver for a moment, willing your insides not to clench so excitedly when you've still got some ways to go.

"Shit, (Y/N). You're so fuckin' tight." You could not agree more. The more you go down on him, the more you're tempted to just squeeze him like a vice. Sal brings your face down to kiss him, very quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of it. It's no wonder teenagers made out in the hallways all the damn time.

Gravity helps you the rest of the way. When he's all the way inside of you, you part your lips, the way your eyebrows slope being felt on Sal's forehead as you clench around him.

"Fuuuuck, Sal" you're whimpering his name, arms wrapped around his neck as you look at him. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby."

He swallows thickly, reaching to push your hair away from your face as he gazes up.

"I love you, so fuckin' much. I love you, Sal," you're determined to make him turn into nothing but mush. He's certain of it. His insides felt like a field of flowers, all blooming at once, even if it didn't sense at all. There's an airy moan that escapes him as you squeeze your inner thighs, your hips move forward and Sal grips you like he's afraid you're just a figment of his imagination.

"I know, baby," he whispers back. "I love you, more than you can imagine."

A dopey grin appears on your face. "You think you can show me how much you love me, handsome?" He smiles and your heart feels like it's going to stop.

"I can do more than show you, pretty boy."

He turns you over on your side, not once pulling out. You hastily grab some couch pillows for the both of you before your descent onto the floor. It's cold but that's all the more reason to hold onto each other.

Once your head is on a pillow and you're on your back again, he drapes over you.

Another kiss. Another mischievous nibble. A sly dance of tongues.

Sal is pulling out, the drag of his dick makes you whimper, and thrusts back home. The action has your nails leaving welts on his back but it just reinvigorates him.

He's splitting you open and filling you up. Every thrust makes you see stars. You're unwilling to let him go if the legs wrapped around his waist are saying anything.

But Sal is growing flustered the more praises you tell him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck this pussy, this pussy's just for you."

"Fuck, you look so good, baby. On top of me, fucking me, shit — !"

"Oh, God, your cock is — yeah, right there! — you're in so deep, Sal -Ah!"

You're so fucking filthy.

He wants to hide his face in your neck but he doesn't wanna take his eyes off you. Eyes trailing where his lips and teeth had been, eyeing the sheen of sweat on you and your messed up hair.

The shower you just took had been in vain, huh?

"Fuh - fuck, I'm close," he warns, bracing himself on his elbows as he hovers above you.

"Yeah? Me — mff! — too. Cum inside, baby. Need to feel you — fuuuuck — dripping outta' me," he chuckles breathlessly at your words.

His hips are stuttering and he can see the way your brows are furrowing, angelic moan after angelic moan being knocked out of you. He gives your cock a rub and the way your back arches off the floor makes him hold his own orgasm back just so he can see you like this as clearly as he can take it in.

"Sal, oh fuck, baby!"

"I've got you, (Y/N)."

He chokes out a groan as he feels you clamping down on him, your cunt gripping onto him like it never wants him to let go. You gasp as he snatches your breath, messily making out with him as the aftershocks of your orgasm are barrelled through thanks to Sal's deep thrusts.

"Shit, shit, shit," you smile as he begins to lose his rhythm. Ignoring how sensitive your boypussy feels as he chases his end. "C'mon, baby, fill me up. Yeah, that's it."

He cums with one final thrust. The warmth of it floods your insides, earning pleasant shivers from you as you moan out his name. He's riding his orgasm out, pushing in and out of you shallowly as he catches his breath above you.

"Jesus, fuck..." You giggle at his words, chest rising and falling in rapid motions as your heart tries to calm down.

"That was, Christ, that was — " "Fucking amazing?"

He nods, falling on top of you as carefully as he can. You embrace him, humming as he kisses your neck while you rub his back. The both of you catch your breath, satisfied expressions etched on your faces.

When Sal moves, your eyes are already closed. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss, ignoring the way he stares at his own jizz dripping out of your cunt in favor of gazing at his face.

"We gotta take a shower all over again," he says, helping you sit up and accepting the hug you give him when you're righted.

"...Wanna do it all over again in the shower?" Your question earns a throaty chuckle. "Thought it was implied in my statement."

Another beat of comfortable silence is shared. Sal sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

"I've got you, Sal."

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Hi, it's 🍰 anon with a request! Can I get the rise boys (separately) with a s/o who paces a lot. Like the reader is ranting on about something and they start walking to one side of the room to the other side or start walking in a circle subconsciously. Thanks, and have a great day! :)

OOOOOO GOOD IDEA 🍰 ANON!!

RISE BOYS WITH A READER WHO PACES

Leo:

Honestly he thinks it's kinda cute.

You'll pace back and forth waving your hands around and talking animatedly, whenever you're frustrated or excited,

And he thinks you look amazing and your pacing gives him the opportunity to admire you.

Plus he understands the need to constantly be in motion since he's the same way.

If he isn't admiring you,

He's teasing you about it.

Like he'll walk next to you with that little smirk on his face,

Waiting for you to notice the small tease.

"And then he was like- Leo what are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh no, I wasn't doing anything."

"You're teasing me again."

"Whaaaat, noooo."

Donnie:

He doesn't really mind the pacing,

He does something similar while talking so you doing it doesn't really bug him like it might some people.

He finds it a rather endearing quality in fact.

When you pace it shows him just how passionate you are about certain things,

And he can memeorize and file that away for later.

Donnie makes it a point to always listen to your ramblings, as you have never once failed to listen to his.

And he loves having discussions about the topic when you're done.

Mikey:

Just like Leo,

Mikey understands needing to constantly be in motion.

Sometimes he'll pace with you,

Not in the teasung way like Leo,

But just so he can look at you whike you're talking.

Mikey doesn't mind your pacing, and thinks it's great certain things make you so passionate.

If you pace as an old habit that you never really dropped,

He's perfectly fine with it,

He has old habits too, and he doesn't really mind your own.

So long as they aren't unhealthy or harmful habits.

(Like chewing or biting your lips, or picking at face/skin)

Raph:

Raph will never mind you pacing.

Wether you pace as an old habit or while ranting/rambling,

He won't mind.

He'll just sit there and watch you walk back and forth,

Making sure you don't bump into anything,

And even that you take a break if you've been at it for quite a while.

He started dating you for you after all,

Including your silly little habits.

Just so long as you stay healthy and safe darling <3

.........................................

There you go 🍰 Anon! I'm sorry it's kinda short, I was really sleepy when I wrote this lol! 💕💕

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #rottmnt #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #donnie x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!raph x reader #mikey x reader #rise headcanons #rise!donnie x reader #rise!leo x reader

[pray4byron]

hi hi! i just saw that you were doing matchups for hazbin, and i wanted to send something in!! this is my first time sending in anything like this on tumblr, so hoping i’m doing this right!!

✧ i’m genderfluid, and i’m generally more interested in men than i am women

✧ i’m ambiverted - i was raised in a way that made me a bit socially isolated, so i have issues with being social today. i don’t really know how to introduce myself to people, so i don’t speak to people unless they speak to me first. when it’s someone new, i usually let them lead the conversation, but when i’m comfortable with someone, i talk a lot more - i’ll tell them random stories i remember, and infodump about my current interest, run down the entire plot of the book i’m currently reading, all of that. my brain goes faster than my mouth a lot of the time, and i have trouble putting my thoughts and feelings into words.

✧ my style is all over the place. the most common color in my wardrobe is black, because mixing and matching colors kinda stresses me out. not to mention what i wear in my day to day can change depending on where i feel on the gender spectrum at any given time. my default is combat boots and (faux) leather jacket + gold rings and earrings

✧ my main love languages are acts of service (receiving) and gift giving (giving) - making people stuff is a sort of hobby of mine. i crochet a lot, and i love love love making people plushies <3 a lot of the time i’ll even start a craft project that i don’t even really want to keep and put it away in a stash of stuff to give to other people when the opportunity arises

✧ i bounce hobbies a lot, but the main ones that have stuck with me over a long period of time are drawing/animating and reading

✧ i have obsessive-compulsive disorder. there are certain topics/words i absolutely cannot say due to my ocd labeling it as taboo, and it’s made me a very superstitious person

✧ i cycle through interests a lot lot lot, but animation (both itself and as an industry) have been my main one for a while now. currently, i’m also really into dinosaurs and jurassic park! (fun fact, the velociraptor in jurassic park ought to be closer to the size they depict the dilophosaurus, and the dilophosaurus ought to be closer to the size they depict the velociraptor!)

make sure you don’t burn yourself out with these, i’ve seen you answer a lot already, take your time!! thanks in advance!

haha dw you did everything it seems!! i’m already burning myself out a bit sadly, as i’ve seemed to get a lot of requests than i can chew haha, but i’m gonna make it work!! you seem like such a sweetie, so ty anon for requesting!! i match you with…

Lucifer !!

Luci is a bit socially isolated too haha, as he sits at home and makes ducks all day

Speaking of, you two have your fair share of grandma-grandpa hobbies that you do together (crochet, knitting, etc)

He loves trying new hobbies with you, it keeps you entertained since your hobbies bounce back a lot, and it gets him out of his comfort zone

Also, he loves reading to you, he will do a bunch of silly voice for all the characters XD

You both just tend to info dump about your favorite topics to eachother, which Lucifer loves, no one really listens to his odd rambles, so the fact that you do is very heartwarming💕

#reqs closed #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆ #mio’s matchups ! ☆ #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne x reader

[teshamerkel]

I have important questions about my favorite brain cell holder, Samir: 1) Will Nia and Tobias ever "meet" their ex-partner (preferably in a dark alley with no witnesses), and what species was that partner? 2) Back in Asra, did they catch onto the fact that Nia and Tobias have a Thing for each other? 3) I remember you said they were supposed to be human in prior drafts: why did that change? 4) How did they acquire the incredible super power of common sense?

Ha!!! Hopefully I have satisfactory answers for you, anon!

1.) Currently, there aren’t any plans for Nia and Tobias to meet Samir’s ex-partner, but I do have a list of Seekers of Soul side stories I would like to write one-shots for when the main story is done. Samir’s fallout with their partner is on that list, so we’ll find out more about the mystery partner and their relationship with Samir then! 👀

2.) Samir didn’t think that Nia and Tobias were romantically involved at the time, mostly because strong platonic bonds (including very physically touchy ones) are more common in the Pokemon world and Nia and Tobias’ relationship isn’t out of the norm for healthy Seeker partnerships. However, they won’t be surprised in the slightest about how the duo’s relationship develops in the future!

3.) Originally, I thought we’d need a wider range of prominent human characters to really show the plight of the humans, but then I figured that Nia, Junie, Will, and other human side characters could get the job done well enough! Samir’s human iteration felt like it would echo Nia and Junie’s story beats a bit too closely.

4.) Their mama raised them right. 😌

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble a bit about Samir!!! We love and appreciate the resident brain cell wielder in this household.

#anon #ask #tesh talks

[stiffyck]

Stiff stiff stiff stiff hi. Ok. Coming off of anon for this one bc the brainrot is too much ANYWAYS I was sending tcd asks like last week??? Idk ANYWAYS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING SECRET LIFE THE OTHER DAY AND I HAVE SOOOOOO SOOO MANY THOUGHTS. So many thoughts about TCD Scar and Secret life Scar. And also some of the things Martyn was saying about Scar lore-wise. I’m actually gonna put a few quotes from Martyn here about it:

“That [the end of secret life] was probably the beginning of a really horrible sort of descent into madness for Scar”

“Can you just imagine how distraught and how upset Scar is at just whacking that success button over and over and every time: ‘Win Secret Life’ ‘Win Secret Life’ ‘Win Secret Life’ just over and over and over again”

“Wanting it to either end for himself or for a new game to begin, like he is so deep in that loneliness and being left in a wasteland that he would rather either die or go into another death game — he doesn’t want to be alone”

Ok end of quotes here. I am just thinking SOOOO HARD ABOUT THIS OUGSHSH. I’ve been rotating this in my head for like 3 days now. First of all, like the whole secret keepers/watchers CONSTANTLY giving Scar tasks that end up isolating him from the rest of the server in a way (kind of like they know that loneliness hits Scar much harder than the others and they’re doing it on purpose to break him early on in the game), and then Scar building up those big deep slate walls around most of his base to physically keep people out (and even if it doesn’t keep people out physically, it’s still more or less reflects his mental state and how he’s treating everyone around him), and the whole sneaking around everyone and flitting between groups without committing himself because he knows (EVEN THOUGH HE TALKS ABOUT WANTING FRIENDS) that his best bet is to take advantage of having connections without actually getting attached to anyone (kind of like maybe he’s learned somewhere before that isolation is the best route for survival). GOD HES JUST LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN AAUGGHH. Also Scar just eventually accepting that he’s going to be isolated no matter what, and giving into what the tasks want him to be. BUT ABOVE ALL OF THAT. Him being surprised that he even won in the first place????

“How’d the guy with no friends win?”

And just being legitimately shocked that he actually came out on top and managed to survive everything. It’s like, even though he knew that not having any true connections gave him the best opportunity for survival he was STILL surprised to have made it out alive in the end. And back to what Martyn said about him being stuck there alone, just losing himself to madness because there’s nobody left but himself. it’s just like being back where he started again, utterly alone with no way out and nobody left to help him, and that he would rather be dead or living through another death game than be completely alone again. ok I’m done lol I am so sorry for going on that enormous ramble in your inbox HRJSKF :’)

HELLO YES YES THIS IS EXCELLENT. YES.

This reminds me of an au I made relating to my immortal scar hc where Scar gets stuck in 3rd life and everyone forgets him. Only the winner, Grian, remembers him and he remembers that Scar is supposed to be another hermit-

But this. Right.

Scar is the only one who didn't die at the end. So I can imagine him slowly going mad and maybe he's secretly hoping that maybe... maybe someone will come back for him. Someone will come save him, right?

But why would they. He was the villain after all. Even if not of his own volition- he was still a villain and he deserves this.

But imagine if the others forgot about him. If he just got erased from their memories basically.

Man.

Anyway yea Martyns lore for Scar is insane rigkrkgkfkg I love this sm thank you for that ramble I home my own ramble makes sense. Very random but i should be sleeping anyway

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #secret life spoilers #GoodTimesWithScar

[dykejaskier]

Ik you said this ages ago and in the tags of a post, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Rüdeger and his mental health

anon i'm down on one knee proposing rn thank you for sending this in

stray thoughts and ramblings (sorry if this is messy, it's getting to 6 am and i have Not slept):

i'm really curious as to how his identity interacts with his faith. from my understanding, monasteries were intended to be safe havens away from the secular world (my notes from a course on early mediaeval monasticism call them "a place where a life similar to that of the angels takes place, a harbour of calm that resists the storms of the world of outside") - and so he's in this space that's meant to be separated from "sin" but at the same time, he's living in it through his identity* and relationship (at least according to the institution he's a part of). i'd love to know how he views himself, the church, the concept of sin in the first place - like obviously he's terrified of anyone finding out about them, but from memory it's expressed more so as worry over mathieu? which in turn makes me wonder if that's because he's at peace with his own fate due to self-deprecating reasons and so doesn't bother worrying about himself (i'm sinful and will go to hell regardless but mathieu deserves better) or if he thinks there's nothing sinful about their relationship in the first place (and so persecuting mathieu, the man he loves, over it, is unfathomable and unfair) [*i'm aware that the concept of queerness as an identity is more contemporary, but i couldn't think of a better word]

also curious as to how he ended up at kiersau. we don't know his backstory - how'd he end up becoming a monk? did something happen to drive him towards it? is there a precedent for him running away from things (if andreas blackmails him and mathieu, he leaves, i think to protect mathieu)? inquiring minds would like to know

hc time: i think that the town turning on them in act II feels that much more terrifying because while they're not persecuting him because of his queerness, it's entirely likely that they/others would, if their relationship was revealed. so the whole thing is like a manifestation of his worst fears. no wonder he's upstairs having a panic attack

SPEAKING OF. anxiety girlie who gets panic attacks and self-soothes by singing. and i'm sure mathieu's presence calms him (doubly so because mathieu's probably the only person in his life who gets it. who understands him. who sees him without that act of perceiving being judgemental)

another question: what does rüdeger himself think of his mental health issues? we have the language to describe it now, with modern terms, but - and not to paint with a broad stroke - a 16th century monk probably wouldn't necessarily internalise something like a panic attack as being a health issue, but rather a spiritual affliction. which brings me back to wondering how he thinks of himself, and of god, and if it's possible he views his issues as a divine punishment (like how some fundies describe depression as like. being something given to them by the devil? that they can pray away?)

in my self-indulgent hc, he feels better after leaving kiersau. mathieu getting a big promotion probably brings new anxieties but at the same time, makes them just a bit more untouchable. also, if andreas was not an asshole about discovering them in the library, i feel that'd give him an opportunity to see that people can be good and understanding about him/them (though i also have a feeling that rüdeger is the type of person to believe the best about people, at least when's he's not actively spiralling. mathieu does describe him as "a gentle soul" and "a kind and thoughtful man")

that's all i have for now. i love him and mathieu so much, they deserve everything <3

#pentiment #asks #aurora.txt

[maybenotmei]

kaoru gf hcs pls😭🫶?

with you !

today i'm going to give you the "precious treasure" that you've always wanted!

— ((( o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o )))♡ —

notes: Hiiiii anon i'm assuming general dating so i'll do that <3 thank you for letting me ramble abt kaoru . i have like four kaoru 4* on jpn so i think it's only right i write a lot about her. can you tell i really Really love kaoru seta .

also another anon sent kaoru seta hcs and im wondering R U guys the same person. if not then this is out to 2nd anon as well!!!

dramatic. very, very dramatic

dramatic in the "proclaims your love for you from the top of the haneoka building if she could" kind of dramatic

(she shouldn't look down though)

in public... it really depends on if you've made your relationship public or not.

kaoru has a ton of fans. you know this very well, especially if you were once one of her diehard fans. in order not to cause or stir any drama, you both will keep your relationship private for a while.

like. remember how rokka's class reacted to when kaoru called rokka "cinderella" out of nowhere and everyone was already freaking out ("what is this?! explain yourself kaoru-san!!")? yeah think that but for the Whole school if they found out.

dating kaoru is like dating a really really famous person except most if not all her fans are in the same general location at the same time. pda is a little hard for you, but to kaoru? oh she'll treat you like one of her "kittens" as to not draw any attention (but if you squint you can tell she has favoritism towards you.)

cmon, she wants to show how much she loves you in public too, you know?

if you guys DO go public, it's going to be a mess. kaoru will be there for you of course, and both of you make sure that you two will not let the mean words or whatever get to each other at all. you're ready to fight for each other if needed because you love each other

(that prev hc could be tied w the overprotective hcs i've done in the past)

kaoru's the type to give you nicknames,

the ones you're comfortable with, of course. darling, love, a lot more, although just tell her you don't like a nickname and she won't use it on you. promise.

kaoru has a way with her words, so she'd say a ton of flattering praises and compliments towards you. she'd compliment you whenever she has the chance, but you can catch her off-guard by complementing/flirting with her back— and seeing her flushed face is so worth it

she's scrambling to find her words if you return the flirt. "o-oh, that's very flattering, dear.." (trying to keep her cool)

^^ i think this is Exactly how rumors would start (and your relationship will inevitably become public)

but she also loves spending time with you! when it's simple, day to day life, she loves spending it with you. the little things in life start to feel a lot nicer when you're with the one you love, and that's exactly how kaoru feels about you.

that doesn't mean she's not extra extra with your dates sometimes...... although those only happen when she plans it carefully or hhw's willing to help (and fund) it. once, your date was on a literal cruise ship. you two were inside though (and if you're not easily sea sick, you both went outside on the deck)

has she dedicated multiple performances to you? yes. has she tossed guitar picks on stage in your direction in hopes you'd catch it? absolutely. has she given you one personally with her signature during a really special performance on your anniversary where you didn't catch the guitar pick? yes, yes she did.

practices and after concerts are almost the same in a way that she would take up every opportunity to flatter you— except after concerts, you'd congratulate her. whether it'd be roses, chocolates, or maybe just a simple hairpin, she'd treasure it. you might catch her wearing that hairpin the next day, or in a concert for everyone to see.

now, theatrical performances. she loves you but she has to stay in character, right? however that really doesn't stop her from looking over in the audience for you, hoping, just hoping you're there. and when you are, when she sees you, she will perform to her utmost best. (not like she already was... but seeing you makes her motivated)

you mean everything to her, and she'll never ask for anything more.

#bandori x reader #bang dream x reader #bandori #bandori headcanons #bandori scenarios #kaoru seta x reader #request #can u tell i wrote parts at different times. anyways love u kaoru u didnt have to give me two of the same df1 card though

[seleneacyoflove]

Sweet Love (1)

Heyyy! This was supposed to be a birthday gift to, one of my most favorite writers on Tumblr @alpacaparkaseok​ , that I had to write more than a year ago. Yes, I have no shame. Here I am anyway, and I am hoping that she’d like it 👉👈. So, here goes nothing.

Excuse the title and the editing (there's something wrong with my app)

Tumblr isn't letting me post this as a whole so...

part 1, part 2, part 3.

From one and only: Flower anon 🌼 Thank you for being who you are ❣ Be happy~

There are three things you must do if you want to surprise your girlfriend on her birthday with a cake:

Take the day off or at least don't schedule anything important.

Know how to bake or at least decide on a recipe beforehand.

Remember her freaking birthday.

Remember her freaking birthday.

Kim Seokjin had not done any of that and that is exactly why he had his head in his flour-covered hands and cake batter all over the counter, not to mention the growing pile of dirty dishes glaring at him from the sink. 'You can do this, Seokjin-ah', he looked up gathering all his losing courage for the umpteenth time this evening, but as soon as his eyes met the kitchen mirror and saw the mess his hair was, a strangled sigh escaped his lips. If he couldn't prepare the cake he should at least greet you like a human. “There’s still about an hour left, I can still make it if I am fast enough.” The thing was he wasn't fast enough, and when you rang the house bell he was running out of his room after finally getting all the batter and flour out of his hair, but at least he looked presentable. He opened the door, taking you in, you looked warm, warmer, and prettier than you usually would, you had obviously dressed up a bit, flashing that dazzling smile of yours that would normally give him heart eyes but right now it just made his stomach heavy with guilt. You must be expecting something for your first birthday together and he…he didn't do anything. He smiled back, although strained, wrapping his arms around your frame, as you both walked in, settling on the living room sofa. Chatter followed soon, the way it always did between you and him. You looked radiant as you rambled on about your day, your hand resting beneath his own and his hand absentmindedly scratching your back. His heart grew heavy at your sight, you pulled his heart to you with every tug of your lips. He couldn’t help but think he didn’t deserve you.

He glanced at the bookshelf in the corner of his living room, which he had filled with books he thought you might like or ones he heard you talking about. A smile formed on his lips thinking about you gushing over the main character of the latest book you read while he pretended to be angry at how a fictional character had more attention than him, but in fact, he never wanted you to stop, it gave him the perfect opportunity to look into those sparkly eyes of your that got extra sparkly when you rambled on, or your cute lips that would take all kinds of shapes and the only thought in his head would be to feel them on his own, it must be like fireworks and butterflies… he never did though, thinking if he was taking it too fast, or if you'd be comfortable with it. He already had his sleepless nights thinking about all the good reasons you should not be next to him and thanking God that you still were, but it was about time you realized that this life isn't for your free soul. You deserve more, way more than hushed and rushed dates packed into his tight schedule.

>next

#B's birthday gift #sweet love #Sweet love part 1

[not-poignant]

Janusz ask anon. Thank you so much for the reply and clarifying it’s an anglicized surname! Loved a little bit of backstory behind Janusz as well <3 Can’t wait to read more about him and Nate, I loved the little glimpses we got into their relationship in FFS (and one very remarkable naughty poem!!).

Thank you for sending the ask! I'm grateful you pointed it out, that I could talk a bit about Australia + Anglicisation, and that people can see how it's supposed to be written at the same time. :D

Ideally it will also come up in the story, especially as Nate feels less traumatised and more able to ask Janusz questions about his life. The idea will be for Janusz to talk about it, because I don't often get a chance to write these sorts of storylines and it's important to him and his story.

We're definitely going to get to see a lot more of their relationship over time! I'm really pumped to write these two. (Also I love being able to write a Polish character, or characters from parts of Europe that aren't necessarily written about more? I think that's partly because I'm part Dutch so I'm like '...why make French when can make Dutch or Polish or Romanian instead' lmao.

But also it appealed to me because historically it's pretty accurate, we have had a fairly large amount of Polish immigration into Western Australia (alongside Croatia and a few other European countries), and while it's not large compared to say the US or UK, it's large enough that I grew up with Polish friends / names and so on, and it was normal to navigate different sounding names at least in my little corner of the world. :D It's sort of like Kadek being from Indonesia, because Indonesia is only about 4.5 hours away from Perth via flying, so we actually have a lot of immigration from there too.

Anyway, thanks for giving me an opportunity to ramble about it :D

#asks and answers #underline the blue #nate prince #janusz bodanowicz #i'm sorry for the typo you're going to be seeing though salkfjsda #my dad's first name and his middle name were anglicised #along with my opa's #it's so weird to think about because it's still so clearly a *foreign* name #but they still made it more appealing #in english #and i think about that a lot and also about what gets lost in the process fsdalkfjsad

[angelizs]

Any thoughts on Floyd? I personally think he’s a lot more of a 3 dimensional character than the NRC students think he is! He’s ironically seen as the scariest out of the Octavinelle trio but in certain scenes like in Chapter 3 of the Anthology comic where he tries to reassure Riddle that he’s still a good person despite what he did while overblotted or in his dorm vignette where he makes trades with things clearly holding less value than what he currently has just because the other person seems to need it he seems much more thoughtful and kind. He can be a nice person but he always says he’s only doing it because he’s bored almost making it seem like he has a fear of showing kindness with others. Sorry for the ramble I just think he’s interesting personality wise

hii anon!! and oF COURSE I DO HE'S MY LITTLE SCRUNKLY MY DENTINHO DE TUBARÃO MY BELOVED BLORBO!!!

I agree anon, he definetly is! may I add to your examples: Floyd's labwear vignette, in which he helps Ace and Deuce to master the color changing spell! (it's very cute so if you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you take a look at it!)

NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS!!! feel free to send an ask anytime and ramble as much as you want!

since you asked for my thoughts, here they come:

same fair warning as the Idia post: this is my opinion and it might not be 100% right, anyone is allowed to disagree!

anon, you're so right, Floyd is such an interesting character! all of Octavinelle are, which is why I get the impression they have the most content in fandom, alongside other popular choices like Leona and Malleus. now get ready, because I have MANY thoughts on him and you just gave me the opportunity to ramble about them in a silver plater.

I think the thing with Octavinelle is that they are very complex, so naturally their interesting personalities and dynamics attract a lot of fandom attention, myself included! although this complexity also can lead to some misunderstandings and many different interpretations.

going along with your line of thought, I think he's the least scary of the trio, depending on how you view it. Azul seems to agree, as in Beans Day he comments how Jade is the scarier twin, since you never know what he's thinking, while Floyd makes his thoughts clear as day (or something along this lines). I personally agree with this, Floyd is very honest with his intentions, if he wants to hurt someone he'll just outright say it and threaten them, giving plenty of body signals. Jade and Azul are not like that at all, making them more dangerous due to never knowing what angle they are planning or what's going on in their minds.

I can see why the students think he's so scary tho! Floyd's squeezes can hurt quite a lot depending on how he does them, I think in chapter 3 a student even passes out because of it? not only that, but his constant mood swings and unpredictability are also very nerve racking and unsettling, as I think I'd have a hard time trying to deal with someone like this in real life, especially as I appreciate some predictability in order to know how to act around people without stepping over any boundaries, so I feel I'd be walking on eggshells around him lol

of course, he isn't all scary! he looks like it even when he's on his happier moods because of his pre-existing reputation and his loudness and lack of personal space, so people don't try to get close to him and actually see his other sides. I feel he'd be a fun friend to have around, because he's always up to something, and since I love physical affection I wouldn't mind much his hugs. (as long as they aren't his deathly squeezes. I like to keep my lungs intact thank you very much.)

another thing about him is that besides his more scary side, he can be quite cute! his laugh is seriously serotonin inducing, he likes to play around and to dance and to experiment new colorful clothes and to have a good time! he's not an "uwu innocent baby", but he's not a "crazy maniac bastard" either. Floyd can be scary when he wants to and he can be cute when he wants to.

I really like his dorm uniform vignette, I think it's a good example of his nature! he gets things because he wanted to at the time, and that's all there is to it. I don't think he had a personal kind motive behind his trades, just that he wasn't using one thing and if he could trade it for another, then why not? tho it's very interesting how at the end, he did it all to get what Azul wanted (at least inicially, he kinda forgot about it halfway through)

Floyd is, at my point of view, very free, as he doesn't care much about other people's opinions about him or about his grades or about his unique magic or anything really, as long as he's having a good time at the moment. The only thing he's tied to are his own whims, as only Floyd could ever stop himself. I feel like he does things sometimes because he's bored, yes, but sometimes simply because he felt like doing it at the time, so he did. (sometimes I wish I could think like him honestly, it would save me a lot of headache!)

he can definetely be a nice person! like all students at NRC, while they have a tendency to be assholes most of the time, every single one of them can be nice and good! I do like your interpretation of him being afraid of showing vulnerability, such as kindness, something others can easily exploit and he'd know very well about it, since both under the sea and at NRC people take advantage of each other at the drop of a hat. I've seen people think that this boredoom and extreme mood swings of his are masks so he doesn't have to do things he doesn't want. if he wants to escape a situation, he'll say he's bored and leave, simple like that. if he wants to help someone, he'll say he was bored and didn't have anything better to do. I can definetly see it!

in my point of view, I think he genuinely does have his mood swings, one time he'll be super excited about something and in the next he just... won't. I don't think they are without a motive tho, there's always something that triggers it, like if things get repetitive or don't go the way he wanted them to. a way to put him in a especially bad mood would be to try to control him, that's when he's definetly not going to do anything he's asked of. just leave him be and do things on his own way and he'll comply (if he feels like it).

he's most definetly capable of being thoughtful and kind, as Floyd is not dumb at all, he understands other people's emotions and how he affects them very well. hell, he even takes pleasure in scaring them sometimes, so obviously he's very aware. tho he won't just come and do something out of the kindness of his heart, he can do things because he wanted to help or to have something to do. he could just disobey Azul's every comand at any time, but he doesn't, and that shows how far his respect for him goes. he doesn't bend himself over every single wish of Azul's either, oftentimes just not showing up to work or doing his job in a lackluster manner. it all depends on how he's feeling really.

TL;DR: Floyd is such an interesting and multifaceted character! he's much more than the scary image the NRC students have of him and can show many different sides, depending on his mood! he's my little weirdo meow meow, thank you anon for sharing your thoughts with me!

Extra: here are some links for Floyd content you might like! his character fact sheet, that shows a lot of curiosities about him, this analysis Raven has made some time ago, that I agree a lot on (as you can see), and this youtube video that I LOVE it's my little serotonin machine!

#tea time #don't lose your head #THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON I HAD SO MUCH FUN PUTTING MY FLOYD THOUGHTS TOGETHER LIKE THIS #he's so interesting I love my little blorbo #anon if you have any more thoughts on any character feel free to send them! I'll appreciate it greatly #Bee is insane about a fictional character on main once more

[that-thing-that-feeling]

I just found out about the change in the script for season 1 where Lonnie joins Nancy and Jonathan to fight the Demogorgon and honestly, I think it is a more interesting character arc than Steve's, am I crazy? Imagine, Lonnie fights and saves his son and then learns about the Upside Down and where Will has been all this time. He changed for the better and stays with the Byers with no ulterior motives this time. Second season and Lonnie would take the place of Bob and I know it sounds delusional, but it was a death or life experience so he MIGHT have changed, and anyways what I actually like about this plot is ALL THE CONTENT THEY COULD HAVE MADE FOR JONATHAN AND THE BYERS !! Imagine if Lonnie get into their lives again, Jonathan would NOT TRUST HIM even if he sees Lonnie trying, he would not give him a second chance because of his trust issues BUT he probably would keep that to himself because I highly believe Will would want to give his father a chance, in the flashback with Jonathan it seems that Will stills want the approval of Lonnie. This leads to a lot more interesting conversations between Jonathan and Will, instead of talking about Bob in the car, it would be about Lonnie, about how they feel or treat him now that he is back. Lonnie and Jonathan could have a confrontation before he leaves with Nancy to see Murray, something on the line of how he is trying to be for the family now and Jonathan not wanting to forgive or forget about all the things Lonnie has done to them, he can try and be the father Will deserves but for Jonathan is too late, BUT THIS IS ALL A LIE because Jonathan wants to believe in his father again but wouldn't let himself because Lonnie has failed them before !!

AND YES, ALL THIS SOUNDS CRAZY because Lonnie is an asshole and would change his kids for a glass of beer, but so is Billy and people love him, so let me finish this!! Finally, IMAGINE if Lonnie actually tries to help Will with the Mindflayer's plot Jonathan goes with Nancy and bla bla bla, he comes back and finds out Lonnie is dead. He found out about Lonnie's sacrifice for his family, about him changing for real, and how he missed the opportunity to heal their relationship, opening a whole new arc to explore for him. ANYWAYS, I just thought it was a more original arc than Steve's but I understand why they didn't go with it, I mean an abusive parent is what it is and there is not really anything that would change them. Even though the point of view of Jonathan and Will about it is what inspired me to write all this rambling, sorry about that I just wanted to get this out of my chest. Love your blog btw <3

Nooo I think Steve coming back there is def the right choice and I love the monster hunting trio in that whole scene. I would not have liked Lonnie to help with anything—he’s an abusive piece of garbage and it makes no sense with his character If he would have helped anyone. He doesn’t deserve any redemption arc and Bob is so sweet; it makes sense he was in s2. I just wish they had followed through more on how much trouble Bob was having getting through to Jonathan.

No imo the only thing that’s weird with Lonnie is that I feel like he would still be harassing the family looking for an angle and money, always popping up in their lives when they don’t need him. Plus, having him pop up would have made sense for Jonathan, Will, and Joyce to have to confront their issues with him. Rather, it’s weird to have him be such a crucial person and backstory in s1 and then not have him back once since then. It would make sense to have him come back in s5 with Jopper together or via flashbacks when Will is Vecna’d and if Jonathan is. But only to stay as awful as he is—he’s continued to have a huge impact on Jonathan’s life and Will’s as well and it’s weird the show doesn’t care about it. It’s like they’ve forgotten his abuse and the audience has too.

And thank you, anon; that’s v sweet <3

#jonathan byers #will byers #joyce byers #lonnie byers #ugh I don’t even want to call him a byers

[snug-gyu]

hi, hello !! on anon bc im a side blog, but i wanted to join on the bias love train :3 felix rant incoming 🫡

your favorite thing about them

well there is so much to love about felix but lets go with his eyes! beyond them being beautiful, i think that whole "the eyes are the windows to the soul" is very real with felix, yknow what i mean?

when you Knew™ they were your bias

he quiet literally checks all my boxes; deep voice, rapper, dancer, freckles, pretty men, dorky, nerd, kind. like. i was done for the second he grabbed my attention lmao

your favorite looks on them

noeasy era lix is engraved on my brain, my eyelids, my soul, i cannot scape him🫡 (specially the monochrome fits gotdam ! gives me brain worms. (i honestly could talk for hours about this, he pulls off Everything its bonkers))

your favorite verse/choreo they do

this is so hard lmao, ok ranking top three for each;

verse: 1. ssick (its his song!!) 2. muddy water 1st verse 3. maze of memories 2nd verse

choreo: 1. thunderous 2nd chorus center (made me a stay literally) 2. side effects center 3. all in or domino or scars or easy gawd he's a phenomenal performer its distressing

your wish for them (solo stuff, being in a drama, a nap maybe lolo)

i mean i would not say not to some more dance focused content!! maybe an skz-player or an aotm or even just some dance practice lives or vlogs! like i said he's a phenomenal performer, and watching him dance is mesmerizing to me, but realistically, i just him to rest lmao

anything about them !!!!

there is so much to say about felix at all times always, i genuinely feel like i could write poetry about him, he is that much and all that and more. i'll keep it simple after rambling so much (im sorry!!) felix to me is a river in summer and i can't make it more clear than that i think

thank u for reading if u do ! love your blog & thank u for the opportunity to ramble about my boy!! dont have that personally so this was nice!! hope this week (and each after) is kind to you !! 🫶

hii~ oh yeah! felix loving hours let's go ☀

it's really sweet how you talk about him, he really is a lovely human being and a beautiful soul, our sunshine boy.

felix has that stage presence every time he's performing, he grabs your attention. also, can i add that i absolutely love felix's verses in ssick, he slayed it

a river in summer... yeah, i totally get it, beautiful. here's some felix pics to inspire you on your poetry writing

(also thank u for saying you love my blog, it means a lot 💜 i hope you have a great week as well)

tell me about your bias

#ask game #anon

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Hi Ralph it's the abortion anon back again. Even though it was expected this was coming, now I just feel very awful. I know there are constructive things to do about it (much thanks for your suggestions about mutual aid) but I am really struggling because it feels like I have no control over anything. Like all my life different people have made it clear that I don't have authority over my body and now this. But I feel like I don’t have the right to be upset because I didn’t do enough or I’m 1/2

not the most affected group or other countries have it worse. I don’t know, sorry for the rambling, I just came here because I’m freaking out and you helped me a lot before. <3 2/2

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Oh abortion anon - so much love and solidarity.

Take some time to feel your feelings - all the rage and despair. Feel them and value them - they are very important. Don't apologise for rambling - I'm really glad you came back and shared your feelings.

Don't listen to the voices in your head that tell you that other people have it worse therefore you don't have a right to your feelings. Even though it sometimes (unfortunately and falsely) comes in progressive clothing - the idea that only the pain of those that suffer most matters is a reactionary idea that is toxic to resistance. Your pain and grief and anger matters.

Doing anything might be too much today, or tomorrow. If there is any opportunity in the next few days to meet collectively with people who feel the same way then I do recommend you take it. But if that doesn't exist, or it's not accessible for you, then give yourself a mourning period where you'll concentrate on your feelings.

Then, after three days, or a week, read this article by Rebecca Traister. And if you haven't already listen to 'How the Yes Was Won' about Ireland. The victory in the struggle to repeal the 8th amendment is a gift of hope to the rest of the world (as well as many other things). There were people just like you who were feeling just like you did in Ireland in September 1983, when the 8th Referendum was passed. And they spent 35 years, knowing people who were travelling, and helping people travel, and hearing of the devastating cost of the amendment on people's lives, and having their lives restricted, and sometimes organising and sometimes not being able to organise because they were living their lives. And then they won.

Useful political optimism isn't based in denial of the horrors of this world, or any kind of false certainty that things get better. Useful political optimism is based on the knowledge that the future isn't decided and what we does matter.

Huge love and solidarity to you anon, and anyone reading this in the US. I wish the world was better, but as it's not I hope you find people to express your collective rage and grief with.

#Just as a follow-up #to my tags on Molly's post #I plead with people to see the world as an ongoing struggle for liberation #where the side of hate reaction money and power #will fight bac #and both our victories and defeats are temporary #history is not a march of progress #and never has been

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello Hazel! Your last post broke my heart and I’ve been thinking about it and if it was ok for me to reply. I’ve been following you for a while and tho most of the time I’m very silent because I get anxious and feel annoying I appreciate the time you take to answer to people in here. I just wanted to say that it sucks that you feel like having to be positive about this situation, and I know saying that doesn’t help but it really makes me very sad to see the creators I like feel discouraged to keep writing because of the lack of engagement in replies and reblogs. I’m not a writer but I am an artist and I know how frustrating it can be to get little to practically no recognition in your work. I don’t think it is ungrateful wanting your work, especially if is something people have asked for, go unnoticed, and seeing how you still try to not let it affect you makes me want to cry. You and your blog feel like a safe space, and every time I see you in my dash I get very happy. I feel very comfortable when I read your works, and even tho we don’t know each other, your overall existence here feels like a hug from a really good friend.

I feel hopeless because saying all of this isn’t actually helping to the situation, but I really want you to know that you are very appreciated (I even made a side blog some months ago to rb all the works I like from the writers I like yours included, obviously).

I kept rambling and I’m not sure where I was going, but I hope you can have a more positive experience from now on. I really want to give you and all the other authors in the same situation some encouragement and I wish I could do something to help, but as a small blog I don’t get many interactions.

You were one of the first blogs I followed and kinda introduced me to this kind of works, and to be completely honest it helped me more than once to feel less alone (hope that doesn’t sound silly). I know I repeat myself a lot, I guess I’m not very good at expressing my thoughts, but it really feels cozy and comforting to read them.

-a heartbroken zuzu anon not the writer

Ps. I saw there’s an author here that also goes by Zuzu, and it kinda made me feel bad for not noticing before since the few asks I sent were signed off as zuzu. I’m sorry if that ever caused any confusion. If there’s a way to make it less confusing or you prefer for me to change my nickname I’ll gladly do it.

hiiii -- I know you mentioned in here you weren’t sure if your message was clear but honestly this hit home so well. it’s hard to convey my real thoughts sometimes and I worry I’m being so rude when I share things like this, so to read your message and be able to soak in what I really want to say because you could see through my words and hit right to the point -- so even though you were uncertain, i saw you just as much as you saw me, so thank you. 

I’m so excited to hear about your side blog to share and encourage writers and to keep a selection of works you really enjoy! even if you don’t have a lot of followers, it means so much and let me tell you, I remember the people who reblog my works often -- it’s like having someone walk by my shelve of stories and take a copy - it’s such a cool feeling! 

thank you for this message, you didn’t have to take the time to send something in, but you really did make me smile (and cry a little) with your words -- and I hope you can start to feel the love with your artwork! I’d love to see it sometime :)

(oh, and I usually know if it’s the author zuzu whose messaging me but now I know a little more about you, Zuzu! thank you for sharing more with me and allowing me the opportunity to get to know you <3) 

#hazelmail #vent elixir #coffee elixir #zuzu anon #i know it's not just me who appreciates your support #even if you don't see it #every small comment / reblog / message makes a huge impact

[blackidyll]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

thank you for the ask, anon! this was super hard to narrow down even though i got to choose five fics ahhhh okay here they are (i tried to pick from different fandoms; also sorry in advance for the absolute word-spew that follows):

1) Freefall (Craig!James Bond films; 00Q, post-Spectre fic with 00Q stranded on a desert island)

this was such a difficult choice (i like a lot of my 00Q aus/canon divergence fics) but i keep coming back to Freefall - for the unique desert setting, the layers to the story (surviving the wilderness, the Spectre subplot, the mystery of Bond's return to MI6, the 00Q relationship) and getting to write such wonderful dynamics between Q and so many other characters (Swann, Tanner, Moneypenny). This fic also challenged me as a writer - it was my longest chaptered fic at the time, and i had to juggle the flashback scenes together with the current storyline. i truly feel i grew a lot as a writer creating this story, so in that sense this really was a milestone fic for me!

2) A Myriad of Possibilities (Yuri on Ice!!!; Victuuri, canon-divergence with Yuuri temporarily coaching Minami while he considers his options after the Sochi GPF).

i can ramble a lot about the story (i love all the coach!Yuuri content out there, and I adore Yuuri and Minami's growing friendship in the anime, and i love the significance of Yuuri's friends and family in his journey, and of course the Victuuri relationship, and most of all i love Yuuri's personal growth and how he handled grief and failure - basically, i wrote this fic expanding on a lot of things i love in the anime) but more personally, i associate this story with one of healing. i was going through a lot in real life when i wrote this fic (health related things), and... Yuuri and Victor both go through a lot in the story as well. it was cathartic to make Yuuri and Victor experience such lows in their respective lives - and then give them all the opportunities and hope and support to climb their way back up. when i was in pain and feeling scared i'd pour a lot of those emotions into this fic - and getting all the wonderful feedback from my readers meant so much to me during that time. i have a lot of feelings about this story on its own merit, but also for its personal significance to me.

3) drown with these perfect lines (The World Ends With You; Joshua/Neku, post-original DS game focusing on the emotional aftermath of the Long Game)

i think anyone who has heard me rambling about TWEWY knows my favourite character is Joshua, and hence it's no surprise that one of my favourite fics focuses on him and giving him the resolution he needs after the events of the original DS game. i find Joshua an absolutely fascinating character, and so much of my love for him went into this fic - i think it took me over two years to slowly piece together how things would unfold, the realization and choices that Joshua would make, and constantly rereading the game script to make sure i stayed true to his characterization. i've yet to meet Joshua in Neo TWEWY so i'm not sure how his "canon" future self would match up to the Joshua that exists in my head... but this fic definitely encompasses all my love and hopes for him, and i doubt the sequel would change that. also please read the companion fic a revelation in the light of day because this story needs Neku's version to truly have maximum impact

4) Daybreak (Kimetsu no Yaiba; GiyuuTan, canon ficlet)

i love my hurt/comfort but there's already so much hurt in the canon storyline that i went all in with the comfort in this fic. it's rare for me to wrap up a fic in less than 2K words, and i wrote this based on the most beautiful GiyuuTan fanart (linked to in the fic). i just - Giyuu and Tanjirou deserve all the softness in the world, and i was glad to give them such a moment here.

5) Rallying Point (Mob Psycho 100; gen fic, post-REIGEN manga, Reigen gets kidnapped goes missing and the Spirits and Such crew go looking for him)

i just -- i am having a blast with this fic. i love the entire MP100 cast and although it's super challenging writing in so many povs, it's also a ton of fun using different voices and writing styles because the way each of them think is so unique. i really enjoy getting to play with language here, because the characters lend themselves to such wordplay. like how "Reigen is a jack of all trades, and master of none. except that is not quite true, is it? he's master to at least one, the way Mob calls out shishou forever and always." i didn't look at my fic to rewrite that - it was one of those lines that popped in my head and it's such a Reigen thing to say and notice... this is one of my wips that i'm working hard to try to start writing again - i just need to find the time and energy to do so!

#replies #anon #thank you for the ask i enjoy rambling about my fics! #btw those are not in order of my favourites i just numbered them for readability #also i had to pick from different fandoms because i have a lot of 00Q fics that i love #the yoi one was also difficult to choose ahh if i had a sixth fic i'd probably pic the yoi/hws crossover fic #because i will always have a special place in my heart for the hetalia nations.. #also any fic i've written that talks about long distance friendships/relationships or reverse culture shock #because those are personal to me #anyway i will stop rambling now! #my fics #writing #*

[waywardstation]

Petition to get Kamado sitting out in the heat all day next time. Or something else for punishment. That was just cruel of him. (I can't stand heat at all and I had so much sympathy for Zisu and Ingo.) But for real I really hope Karma's coming back to Kamado at some point.

But wow I loved this new story so much. With Summer fast approaching this is really an appropriate situation. (the place I live in currently also has somewhat of a heatwave so I especially relate rn) Ingo not wanting to part with his coat at first and then even taking off his Pearl Clan tunic. (but tbh this guy is dressed to stand against the harsh cold of the Pearl Clan, I'm surprised he didn't got a heatstroke... and while it wasn't addressed directly I'm pretty sure you could see how thin he actually is could be mentioned in a later story maybe?)

Glad Akari is here to save the day with some Popsicles! I know that they also sell ice with some kind of syrup in japan during those summer festivals. But Popsicles are way easier to make. I'm also very happy to read another Rotom appearance. (Rotom is one of my favorite Pokemon I'm always happy when one shows up!)

Oh to sit with your Uncle and his colleague in the shadow of a building on a hot day and eat popsicles. A cute image! And I'm pretty sure this summer I'll be thinking about this story and probably read it again in the middle of a heatwave to have a sweet treat and to distract myself.

Thanks for another quick update. For real the timing of those fast updates couldn't been better. Currently not having the best of times but your storys always cheer me up and make my day. I love coming back for them for something sweet and for some comfort. Thanks for that.

I'll be looking forward for the next update and until then be one of many anons bouncing around ideas and have a fun time (also thank you for those fun times too) Take care and always remember to stay awesome! Because you are awesome!

(ugh hope my ramble wasn't too annoying Sorry about that)

First off Anon, no worries at all about anything being too long, I appreciate in-depth things and this really made my day to read!! ;w; You’re so sweet, and so awesome too!! I’m so glad my fics and all of the asks everyone has sent have made things easier, I do hope with time things look up for you, you deserve it!!! <3

And absolutely!! Kamado just generally isn’t considering the situation! (He might seem like such a stubborn, one-sided character now, but maybe I’ll get opportunities to flesh him out…I’ve heard some very interesting theories regarding his past!)

I’m so glad you love the story, I was a little worried people might find this one a bit directionless! ^^; but yes, I’m currently going through hot weather myself, so I really felt it as I was writing! I’m so thankful for modern times and our air conditioners haha!

And about Ingo and his coat, yes, it wasn’t directly pointed out; I sort of set that up for my food shortage fic as you guessed. Things are being noticed, but not to the point where it is explicitly clear (because people aren’t aware of the issue yet). So instead of writing that straight up described Ingo as thin or skinny, I talked about how without his clothes, he contrasted Zisu with her muscles, and how he seemed less broad and smaller. How his Pearl clan tunic was big, and gave no defining form to his body. Akari notes how he seems incomplete as well when he’s just in his underlayer. She can’t pinpoint it yet. I appreciate you caught onto that!

I did almost write him having a heat stroke because yeah, that is a LOT of thick layers, but the man needs a break so I had Zisu save him from that haha

And yes! I considered doing something more elaborate than snow and berries on a stick, but I was like “Akari’s a kid and she’s rushing, she’s gonna be cheap and easy” haha. Glad you appreciate the rotom appearance as well! I am very fond of the Pokémon myself!! :)

I’m glad the visual of having popsicles with Ingo and Zisu at the end of a hot day gives summer vibes, it was what I was trying to go for!! The highest compliment I can get is knowing someone returns to my stories to read them again, so thank you so much, genuinely ;w;

I’m so glad you appreciate my updates, it makes me happy to know you enjoy them and appreciate me trying to get them out as quick as possible without rushing the story! So thank you very much!

Once again, thank you for the ask, it’s much appreciated. Looking forward to sharing more ideas around with you and the other anons! Have a great day! :)