#they look like they're trying to find frogs

[happysaddca]

Just a drabble, where you've taken the DCA out of the plex and they're seeing their first thunderstorm. Not connected to anything, inspired by a discord convo and being published as a thank you for the donations made thus far.

The inside of the pizzaplex had been a relatively static place. Yes, there were cycles: openings and closings and the occasional holiday where the building remained closed the entire day, but it was always the same. The same music, the same smells, the same air recycled over and over. The deeper into the plex you went, the less you were affected by the outside world. 

This meant the animatronics, especially the Daycare Attendant, had gone their entire lives without weather. Moon had caught glimpses, when its security route brought it into the atrium and lobby entrance, and then after, when it’d been infected. But Sun had always kept to the daycare’s playpen, and even the lobby only had a single wall of glass doors that shuttered after closing and windows covered with blackout film and neon lights. 

After the fire, after whatever it was that’d happened, you’d taken the Attendant and gotten the fuck out of Utah as soon as you could sublet your apartment and escape your lease. Rural nowhere is cheap, so you’re able to find a house, enough space for you and a gangly seven foot something animatronic to coexist without living on top of each other. You are also able to get a new job that allows you to stay home and watch over the Attendant and their recovery. 

The house is surrounded by woods. You like that, and that there’s a hiking trail nearby. You try to encourage Sun and Moon to explore outside, to enjoy the newness of it all, but unless you are with them, they keep mostly to the house. You get it. They’re traumatized. You’re traumatized. Only you can go to therapy. You’re pretty sure even if there was such a thing as robot therapists, they wouldn’t be able to handle the Attendant’s particular flavor of PTSD. 

But this isn’t about their trauma, nor yours.

This is about the weather. 

For the first month after the fire, after your federal level theft, the weather holds. It’s nice, if a little warm. There are cloudy nights and sunny days, and you watch Sun and Moon as they adjust to seeing their real life counterparts and the changes that come and go. The rain, such as it is, is light, a drizzle, something that compels you to pull on your rainboots and drag them out with you to hunt for frogs. 

Sun doesn’t know what to do when you hand them your catch, and it jumps out of their hands and back into the woods seconds after you place it in their palm. Moon’s a little better, creating a cage with its fingers so it can look the beastie over before kneeling and letting it go. You continue to chase after frogs and even the odd snake until it’s well past dark and you have to play catchup on your work. You end up with a cold the next day, but it’s worth it. It’s even worth their anxious coddling since you know they’re trying their best and they’re literally programmed to take care of humans. Little ones, but still. You’re all they have now.

It’s nearly three months into your new routine when a proper storm hits. 

You’re so hyperfocused on the computer, chewing through the chin cinch of your headphones, that you don’t notice it’s gotten dark until Sun turns on the lamp by your desk. Their sudden presence startles you. 

“Mm?” You resist the urge to rub your eyes as you adjust from the white bright screen of your laptop. You blink instead, squinting blearily in the right direction. “What's up?” 

“There’s a flash flood warning.” Sun's rays are partially retracted, fingers twisting around each other. When they catch you watching, Sun switches to toying with the drawstring of their hoodie. “Should we be concerned? It feels we should be concerned with the creek in the backyard.” 

You lean to one side to peek out the window, noting just how dark it's gotten outside. “No, most of the time those warnings are bullshit.” Sun cringes, voicebox clicking over, but to their credit, they don’t chide. “If you're really concerned, I think I remember the basics to prepare for a thunderstorm. And I won't take a shower til the whole thing passes.” 

“Why can’t you shower?” 

You shut down your laptop, already unplugging it from the wall. Your back cracks and you have to resist the urge to groan, straightening up to stretch. “If lightning hits the house, it could travel up the pipes and electrocute me. Water’s a good conductor and all that jazz.” There's a metallic click, Sun's rays withdrawing entirely as you speak. You pat their arm. “I'm not going to be electrocuted Sunny.”

“No, you most certainly are not!” Sun clasps a hand over yours, trapping it until you’re standing and can gently pull away. 

Sun’s overly eager to help thunderstorm-proof the house. It takes some reassurance that you definitely will not be trying to shower in the middle of the storm, so no Sun, we don’t need to turn off the water to the entire house. Anything electric is unplugged. Even your alarm clock isn’t safe from Sun’s cautiousness. You don’t fight them too much. Sun’s anxious and a caretaker, and without the daycare all their attention is on the house and you. 

You do insist on Sun joining you on the front porch when the house has been sealed and mostly lightning proofed. You sit with your back against the house, stretching your legs out and sipping on a glass of lemonade so cold it leaves your fingers chilled. Sun stands nervously by the door, shifting their weight from foot to foot in time with some long gone tune. 

“Do you feel it too?” you ask. The world’s gone dark and greenish blue from the light filtering through the trees. Sun’s faceplate tilts towards you questioningly. “The weight of the air right before a storm.” 

“That might be an organic only thing friend,” Sun says gently, and you sigh. 

“Probably. Maybe some evolution thing.” You rub at your arm, feeling goosebumps. “It’s gonna be a big one.” You lean forward, trying to peek out at the sky. “Whenever it actually breaks. It sure is taking its sweet time, isn’t it?” No response beyond a mechanical hum. “You and Moon are plenty charged right?”

Sun’s rays tick in time with their thoughts, a slow rotation that distracts you from watching storm clouds. “Yes, we should be all right so long as we can charge in the morning.” They step closer to the edge of the porch, the pale white light from their LED eyes bright against the dark. 

“Good. My laptop’s charged. Are you too distracted to watch Netflix?”

Sun’s rays stop ticking. “...no.” That’s definitely a yes, but you’ll still be able to tempt Sun with the promise of classic TV and cartoons anyway. First, you finish off your lemonade, the first few drops of rain falling and catching the edge of Sun’s face. 

Despite Sun’s worrying, the thunderstorm proper doesn’t start until well past nightfall. You dozed off on the couch, propped against the Attendant. It’s not the nice sort of nap that leaves you refreshed or at the very least no worse than before. Your body is too warm and stiff, and it’s just as uncomfortable to move as it is to hold still. “Sun?” you mumble, lifting a hand to rub at your face. It’s like moving through soup. You open your eyes slowly, the darkness oppressive. It’s tempting to close your eyes and go back to sleep. “Moon?”

The Attendant is no longer with you. Unsurprising. They like some distance during their change, just in case something went wrong. Rain is pounding against the windows, loud and demanding of the quiet inside. As you force yourself to sit up, you’re blinded by a flash of lightning. Thunder follows a few seconds later, and you shiver. You have to take a breath. It’s just thunder. You’re fine. You should find Moon and make sure it’s okay. 

“Moony?” You shuffle through the house in the dark, looking for the red glow of its eyes or the faint glow in the dark star pattern of its pants and hat. No Moon, but more lightning makes things appropriately dramatic and tense. The thunder is louder now, closer. It echoes in your mind, distorting to a growl.

Wait, no. You know that growl. You turn slowly in place, lightning leaving red ghosts in your vision. You make it to the front door, peeking outside. 

Moon is standing at the edge of the porch, arms held stiffly at its sides and faceplate craned back towards the sky. At some point, it must’ve removed Sun’s hoodie. The porch is wet as you step outside, joining Moon and trying to see its face. Lightning again, and Moon’s growls intensify, hands curling into claws. Thunder answers Moon. You should count next time, to see how far away the storm is. 

“Moon, come inside,” you say, keeping a safe distance as it continues to growl, locked onto something in the sky. “If the wind changes, you’re going to get soaked.”

Lightning, then thunder again, louder, closer together. Moon’s growl shifts to a hiss at the bright light, and it swipes at the sky when the storm seems to respond—lightning flickering close together, the world lit in black and white except for the red of Moon’s eyes. The storm is here.

Moon’s growling and hissing are drowned out, but not his laugh. It cackles in response to something in the air, and then Moon steps out, down the steps and cutting across the lawn faster than you can react. 

“Moon!” Your voice is swallowed up in the sound of the storm. You can see Moon for a moment, but only for that moment, darkness swallowing its shape up before the next lightning strike. You run to turn on the porch light, but the switch clicks uselessly under your hand. 

You grab your rain boots, slipping them on before racing after Moon. The rain hits cold and hard, immediately plastering your hair flat to your scalp and turning your clothes into a second skin. “Moon!” You listen, but you can’t hear anything over the storm. You can’t see either, arm up in an attempt to shield your face from the rain. 

“Naughty.” Moon’s voice breaks through the static, metal closing tight around your shoulders like a cage. You jerk away instinctively, but its fingers dig into your lowered arm and shirt, points of contact that brighten with pain when lightning strikes. “You’ll get sick.” 

“I was looking for you,” you say. Moon’s reply is drowned out by another lightning-thunder combo that leaves Moon squeezing you far too tightly. You try to pull away, but it drags you against its chassis instead. Its body is cold, the rain is cold, and you are freezing. “Moon, let’s go back inside.” 

There’s no response, just a low hiss that you feel more than hear. Or maybe you’re imagining it because you’re starting to shiver. You try to pull at Moon’s arm, but it’s locked in place. You try shoving back against its chest instead. Moon actually stumbles back, something snapping hard enough to reverberate through its arms. It lets you go as it falls into the muck and leaves. Lightning strikes, thunder coming a second later. The storm is moving away, but that does little to hide Moon’s distress at the sound. Your arm hurts where its fingers had dug in. 

“Moon, let’s go inside!” You still have to yell to make yourself heard, stepping in between Moon’s legs, pulling at its face until it's forced to look at you. “We can talk about this later. Let’s just go!” 

Moon is looking past you, back at the sky. You shake its face, digging your fingers in when it starts to resist. Finally, red eyes find yours and a hand gently, oh so gently, wraps around your wrist. You let go, and Moon stands, silent except for an automatic growl that kicks up whenever the sky flashes. 

Inside, you towel off and change, refusing to let Moon leave the room. It remains turned towards the window, braced against the sill and face nearly touching the glass. You approach Moon cautiously, holding a second towel. “Moony?” 

Even in the dark, you can see the indents left in the wood when Moon moves its hands. You offer the towel up, but Moon does not take it. It just stares through you, still half turned to the window. It doesn’t protest when you start wiping it down in its stead.

“You know, I’m scared of thunder,” you offer, lifting one of Moon’s arms to pat dry. “Always have been. Did any water get inside?” 

“No.” Moon’s voice is quiet. 

“Good.” Moon lets you manipulate it so you can dry its face, growling softly as thunder continues to rumble. “I’m taking your hat. We’ll need to wash your pants too.” 

“Dinner first.” 

You snort, dropping the towel on its face. “Dry yourself off then.” You take its hat, but when you go to move, Moon grabs your arm again. You flinch as it brushes against your brand new bruise. It immediately lets go, pulling the towel off its face.

“I hurt you.” 

“It was an accident.” You take the towel to throw back at it, but there’s a sudden flash of lightning (when had it died down?) and you flinch, dropping the towel instead. Moon’s growl kicks up again, its hand releasing you as it stands and turns back to the window. You swallow back the lingering fear. “Moon, it’s fine. Look, we can go to the basement—”

“It’s running away.” 

You have to stop. “What?” 

Moon’s voice speaks through the growl, each sound punching through the other in a staticy mess. “The storm. It’s running away.” 

“Yeah, storms tend to move…” Your voice drifts off as you catch on. “Were you trying to fight the lightning?” 

Moon doesn’t answer, but it does reach back with one hand. You take it and are pulled back into its arms, wedged between the windowsill and the Attendant. Its hands remain off you, fingers curled into its palms, even when you lean back to watch the rain. 

“Next time, try to fight it inside. You’re metal. Lightning could fry you and Sun both if you get struck,” you say, voice soft. 

“Always wanted to fight a storm.” Moon rests its face on the top of your head. 

“Why?” You have to bite back a smile, just in case it's being serious. Instead, you feel Moon shrug, the motion limited to its shoulders as something inside its exoskeleton gives an unhappy creak. 

“Seemed fightable inside the plex.” 

You laugh. “Moony, you—how do you feel now that you fought one?” 

There’s a quiet moment where you can only hear the rain and the thrum of Moon’s fans working away inside. “Wet.”

That earns him another snort. “Yeah, rain tends to be wet.” The thunder is a soft sound now, the lightning out of view. “You’re sure nothing got inside?”

“Sure.” You pull away as the porch light turns on outside. “Power’s back on. Change your pants. I’m not letting you walk around the house dripping mud.” 

“Mm.” Moon follows and clings a moment longer, butting its face into the back of your head. “Will fight the storms again for you and Sun.” 

“Okay.” You pat at its head. “But next time, let’s try and fight it from inside the house, okay?”

This time when you pull away, Moon lets you go so you can turn off the porch and fetch your laptop. Moon changes into a soft pair of sweats, the perfect material to cuddle into as you pull it into bed to watch more TV and wait out the remainder of the storm.

#daycare attendant fnaf #daycare attendent #fnaf dca #dca sun #fnaf sun #dca moon #fnaf moon #dca #my writing #gender neutral reader #ambiguous relationship

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

#badfinger #no matter what #1970 #okay #okay okay okya okay okay okay okay okay aoyka oykay aoykaykoasykoaodkrohfgkjgfjgf #that one of tom just lounging in nature is going to be my new header #that is such a beautiful sight #his crooked mouth when he sings aaaaaaaaa #i love him #they're basically just a bunch of kids playing around in a stream #they look like they're trying to find frogs #look at them #they're being ME as a child #wait i was just doing that like a year ago #not catching frogs but just messing around in a stream like that #okay they're being me #just me in general #tom with his little pantlegs rolled up barefoot in a stream oh my god #i love everything

[theosbaby]

helping hand

lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

masterlist

summary; the guys find out that enzo is still a virgin and they keep bothering him about it, so he asks for your help.

warnings; friends to lovers, use of y/n (just once i think), loss of virginity, SMUT, virgin!lorenzo, sub!lorenzo, dom!reader, mutual masturbation, p in v, lots of praising, neck grabbing, hair pulling, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex.

author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. yes, i have read filthy and i know lorenzo isn't innocent at all, but i wanted to portray him like that for this one, hope you like it!

lorenzo was your best friend, he had been since you both were a couple of tweens and met at the hogwarts express on your first year. you remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. he had bumped into you, which made you drop your chocolate frog to the ground, after that, he immediately apologized and bought you the whole honeydukes trolley as an apology; at that moment, you swore to yourself you would never let him go.

and seven years later, he was the most important person in your life.

as every friday night, lorenzo and you were having a sleepover in your dormroom. that night, pansy, your roommate, was out on a date with some dude and you had the room all to yourselves. you were lying in your bed, enzo next to you. a film was playing, but you were having trouble to focus on it since enzo kept moving; he looked uneasy, which was really rare to be honest, lorenzo was the calmest guy in the whole wizarding world.

you couldn't possibly imagine what was going on in that pretty head of his.

truth is, the week before, the rest of the guys had discovered that enzo was still a virgin and they had been teasing him about it nonstop since then, which had already started to seriously bother him. at first, maybe you could say it was funny, but after eight days of constant jokes, it was not funny anymore.

you sighed, finally deciding to ask him what was going through his mind.

"lorenzo," you called him, using his full name, which you rarely did, "is something wrong? you seem off today..."

enzo looked away, clearly trying to avoid your eyes, and you frowned; that was the confirmation you needed to know that something was not fine, he never averted your gaze like that.

"nothing, just... dealing with some stress." he answered, dodging the subject. when he saw your unpleased look, he added, "it's not a big deal, seriously. don't worry about it."

"cmon, enzo..." you said, reaching to cup his cheek and force him to look at you, "i know you like the palm of my hand and i know something's bothering you."

you smiled reassuringly at him, pausing the film to focus fully on the conversation, then you added, "you can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

enzo's cheeks blushed slightly, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked at you, clearly hesitating whether he should tell you or not.

"you wouldn't... you wouldn't think any less of me, would you?" he asked and you saw a hint of vulnerability in his light brown irises.

you frowned as you looked at him, caressing his cheek softly; his attitude was making you really worried.

"of course not, enzo... you're my best friend," you told him with a soft and sweet voice, trying to get him to open to you.

he nodded slowly, leaning into your touch; he found comfort in your presence, it had always been that way. taking a deep breath, enzo finally confessed.

"well... it's just that... the guys found out i'm still a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week." as he talked, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"that's it?" you asked, chuckling as your worried expression visibly softened. "they're a bunch of idiots... just ignore them, enzo," you reassured him, your hand moving up to stroke his soft hair.

enzo managed to let out a small laugh, his expression softening at your comment too.

"yeah, i know..." he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke."

"don't say that, enzo..." you replicated, your brow furrowed as you heard his words. "there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

he nodded, agreeing with you, while his eyes drifted back to the paused movie on the screen. despite your words, he still seemed a bit troubled. you were definitely going to beat the guys up the next time you saw them for making enzo feel so bad about something completely normal and natural.

"i know that... i can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," he said, then elaborated, "I mean, everyone else seems to be... well, you know."

"experienced?" you asked, finishing his sentence.

you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his; you wanted to make him feel better. he looked down at your intertwined fingers and sighed softly.

"yeah... experienced." he nodded while he talked. "it's not like i haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, i guess."

you gave his hand a gentle squeeze when you heard his words, smiling at how sweet he was. enzo was simply the perfect guy, the perfect friend, and you were sure someday he'd be the perfect boyfriend.

"you'll get there eventually, trust me," you chuckled and rested your head on his shoulder. "just don't overthink it, okay?"

lorenzo smiled back, clearly more relaxed now that had confided in you. his fingers tightened slightly around yours as he rested his head on top of yours.

"i know, thanks for listening, darling."

"always, enzo." you kissed his cheek briefly. "and if they bother you again about it, just let me know, I'll gladly hit them," you added, laughing.

"you would do that for me?" he looked at you, his expressive eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.

"i'd do anything for you," you answered honestly, smiling warmly at him.

it was the truest thing you had ever told him; there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't sacrifice for him. he was just worth it. your words seemed to awake something in him, you could almost see the gears in his head spinning as he stared at you intently.

"really? anything?" his voice deepened a bit, his eyes still locked onto yours. "can I ask you something then?"

"of course silly, anything," you replied, letting out a nervous laugh as his intense gaze made you feel butterflies in your belly.

"would you..." he swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath before continuing. "would you maybe... want to be my first?"

your breath hitched when you heard his proposal, your heart started racing in your chest. for a second, you thought that you could be dreaming, so you pinched yourself; the pain you felt confirmed that your were, in fact, not sleeping.

"enzo, are you sure about that?" you questioned, unsure if he was saying it seriously or not. "we've just talked about that, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you repeated.

"i know, darling." he bite his lower lip, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "but I can't stop thinking about it... and I'd really like it to be with you."

"really?" you gasped in surprise, nipping at your bottom lip to try and hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

you loved enzo; not the kind of love you feel for a brother, though, you were in love with him, and you had tried to convince yourself otherwise for a long time, because you thought your feelings weren't reciprocated, but now... he was in front of you, asking you to be his first, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to ignore your feelings anymore.

"you aren't just doing it out of social pressure?"

you wanted to make sure he was not feeling pressured to do it; you wanted him to do it only if he finally felt ready to take that step.

"no, i mean it," he said, blushing shyly. "i really want it to be with you, y/n. you're so beautiful, and kind, and smart. i've had a crush on you for years."

his admission made your heart skip a beat; you thought you were going to faint right there and then. your thoughts were all over the place, your mind racing as you looked at him, but there was just one thing that you knew for sure; you were dying to kiss him... so you did.

"then, i guess it can be arranged," you whispered, reaching to cup his face and pull him into a kiss, one that was very sweet at first.

enzo's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss, his hands moving to rest on your hips. he gasped softly against your lips, his heart racing wildly. you took control of the kiss as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tug at it, slipping your tongue in his mouth; the innocent kiss soon turning into a full make out session.

his hands moved slowly but surely down to the small of your back, gently pressing against your lower back and pulling you even closer to him. you slightly moaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of the taste of his soft lips.

"you taste so good, enzo," you muttered between kisses, not pulling back at any moment.

your hand moved down his neck, gripping at it, which made enzo gasp softly, his fingers digging into your waist as his tongue became bolder in your mouth. he could feel himself getting hard, the rush of blood making him dizzy.

he was practically on top of you at that point, so you pushed him gently until he was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and you straddled his lap, leaning in to resume the kissing. quickly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close a he possibly could. one of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pushing it upwards slowly; the gentle caress of his fingertips on your skin gave you goosebumps.

"you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, breaking the kiss, as you started toying with the hem of your top.

lorenzo looked at you with hooded eyes, licking his lips slightly. "yes, please… take it off."

you smirked, grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it off your body. since you were not wearing a bra, you breasts were now completely exposed under his intense gaze. his eyes darkened as he saw your boobs for the first time; they were perfect, just like the rest of you.

"have you ever touched a girl, enzo?" you questioned, a sweet tone to your voice.

he swallowed hard, his hands aching to touch you, and answered, "no, I haven't."

"don't be shy, baby," you whispered with a smile, grabbing his hands to encourage him to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly. "like this."

enzo stared at your face closely, his eyes filled with lust as he mimicked your action, his hands squeezing both your boobs gently. his thumbs brushed against your little nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

"you're beautiful," he breathed out, completely stunned at your beauty.

you gasped slightly, your cheeks flushing as a heat wave washed over your body; your panties growing wetter by the second. the way he touched you, as if he was worshipping your body, was a huge turn on.

"thank you, baby," you muttered, squirming in his lap.

enzo moaned softly as he felt your body grinding against his hard length. he kissed along your jawline and down your neck, nipping softly as he went. you let out a cute whimper, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his tongue lapping at one of your hard nipples and you reached up to tangle your fingers in his soft hair, caressing it tenderly; he groaned against your skin as he began to suck at the hard nub gently.

his hand moved down between your legs and he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties; you felt his digits rubbing hesitantly over your pussy, as if he didn't know what to do with them next.

"enzo," you gasped at his action, tugging at his hair tenderly. "you have never done that before, right?" you chuckled as you you caressed his face.

lorenzo blushed slightly and shook his head slowly, still teasing your sensitive skin with his fingers. his eyes locked onto yours as he whispered back, "no... i haven't."

"let me show you how to do it properly, yeah?" you said with a sweet voice, grabbing his hand to pull it out of your panties.

then, you got off his lap, sitting next to him as you pushed your shorts and underwear down your legs, finally exposing your pussy. his breath hitched in his throat as he saw you completely bare for the first time. he reached out tentatively, tracing a finger along your upper thigh.

your hand moved down to cup your pussy, your fingers gently parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in circles, teaching him how you liked it; you couldn't help but gasp at the touch.

"just like this, see?" you asked, looking at him with glazed eyes.

enzo's eyes darkened as he watched you touch yourself; you looked so vulnerable and exposed, yet so sexy. when you withdrew your hand, he replaced your fingers with his, mirroring your movements as he started rubbing your clit in small circles.

"fuck yeah, like that..." you muttered, your breathing coming out in sharp pants as your hips bucked forward. "doing so good for me, enzo," you praised.

he groaned at your praise as he watched you writhing at his touch. his dick was rock hard in his pants and he wished more than anything that he could slide it into your tight pussy right away.

you reached next to you to push his sweatpants down his thighs, just enough to free his erection. he arched his back slightly to help you and his hard cock sprung free, standing tall against his flat stomach. you bit your lower lip, your mouth watering when you saw his dick; he was really big.

"can i touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns over his abs.

enzo's breath hitched at your touch. his abs flexed slightly under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. when he gave you his permission, you grabbed his length in your hand gently, pumping it slowly at first.

he groaned at your touch, leaning back against the headboard as you began to stroke his cock, his fingers still rubbing your soaked pussy. his eyes were half-closed as he watched you move your hand up and down.

"that feels so good, darling," he muttered.

you moaned in response when his digits picked up speed, pressing down your swollen clit and making you squirm in pleasure. your chest raised and fell quickly as you gasped for air.

he smirked as he felt your body respond to his touch, leaning forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that you returned instantly. his tongue slipped inside your mouth as his hand slid down your slit, searching for your entrance; he pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness coat his digits as he began to thrust them in and out.

you whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, and your face scrunched in pleasure. your hand moved faster as it stroke his cock, your thumb teasing his tip, that was leaking precum.

he groaned, his mouth finding your neck. his free hand slid up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. he was already close to cumming, all the new sensations overwhelming him, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

"enzo, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers when you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "such a good boy... making me feel so good."

you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. enzo's breath hitched at your praising words, hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer.

"please, love... let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.

"how do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

enzo nipped at his lower lip, he didn't even have to think his answer. "i want you to ride me," he muttered as he looked into your eyes, his own glazed with lust.

you gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "whatever you want, baby."

you released his cock from your grasp to climb onto his lap. enzo's breath caught in his throat when you straddled him, the sight of your wet pussy just inches from his cock making him shudder with anticipation; he almost came on the spot. his hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

you grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. you couldn't help but moan as you took his big cock inside you. once he was fully seated within your pussy, you stood still for a moment to get used to the new intrusion.

"how does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately.

he groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. it felt so perfect, so right, like every inch of him belonged inside you.

"it feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.

"yeah... it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first; his cock reached all the right spots inside you so easily. "it's like your dick was fucking made for me, enzo," you moan, your breathing growing uneven.

he shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass so hard that you were sure he would leave bruises. you were so fucking tight, and he was so hard, the friction almost too much for him to handle.

you smirked as you saw him so helpless underneath your body while you rode him. you reached to tug at his hair, tilting his head back to suck at his neck, leaving some hickeys, which made him moan.

"you like being deep inside my tight pussy, enzo?" you teased him.

your boobs bounced as you jumped on his cock; that sight only adding to his pleasure. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself, seeing his eyes roll back in his head as he felt you tighten around him; he thrust up into you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.

"yeah... so fucking much," he answered, panting heavily.

"such a naughty boy..." you cooed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "but i love it."

you looked closely at him; he was completely flustered, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"you look so fucking pretty underneath me, enzo," you complimented him

he groaned, sliding one hand down to rub against your clit roughly, the other one still holding onto your ass.

"don't stop, please." he breathed out, his hips lifting up to meet every downward thrust of yours.

"you close, pretty boy?" you asked him, watching his face attentively as he nodded in response. "you gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered with a soft voice.

he whimpered, biting his lip harshly. his cock throbbed inside you, aching for release, but his thumb did not stop rubbing circles on your clit; the sensation of his dick pounding into you together with the stimulation on your clit making you weak on the knees.

"yes... I'll be good for you."

"that's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace while riding him since your legs had started shaking from the pleasure. "you gonna make me cum, baby." you breathed out, moaning loudly.

you hand had a conscience of its own and moved up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure on it. enzo's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow very slightly, but enough to make it pleasurable.

"oh fuck! i'm cumming," he moaned, gritting his teeth.

"hold it," you commanded, your voice harder that time. "you won't cum until i do."

he moaned in frustration, shaking his head as his hips jerked up into you. "please... i can't."

"just a minute, baby, i'm almost there," you promised, whimpering while your pussy started clenching around his cock as your orgasm built up.

you kept riding him until you finally fell over the edge, letting out a long string of soft moans and whimpers while your whole body shook. you leaned into his body, your hands gripping at his skin as pleasure washed over you.

"oh gods, enzo," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby."

as soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, almost a cry, shooting his thick cum inside you in long spurts, your pussy milking his cock as both of your rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.

he panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried to catch his breath.

"that was amazing."

"pretty good for a first time, huh?" you chuckled, out of breath too, while caressing his back and shoulders; your bodies were completely pressed together.

"fuck yeah... let's do it again," he laughed, grabbing your hips to push you onto the mattress; your body bounced slightly.

"enzo!" you giggled, but your playful laugh soon turned into a moan when your best friend buried his head between your legs.

you had definitely created a monster... you weren't complaining, though.

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[luveline]

𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

you comfort miguel when he lashes out after a memory —a ficlet featuring begrudgingly lovesick miguel and a flirty spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested here. fem!reader, 1.5k

cw implied ptsd and accidental rough handling

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Miguel can feel your heart-eyes on him. You're sitting behind him on the floor in his office, or, as you've fondly nick-named it this week, The Control Room, humming and making little origami flowers. 

So far you've made five, promising him without prompting a multi-coloured bouquet. He doesn't know why you've stopped (or why you started), but he doesn't have to turn around to confirm it. He can tell. You're shameless either way, proven when you say, "Hey, handsome?" 

He sighs with more annoyance than he feels. "What?"

"How'd you know I was talking to you?" you ask, with a laugh he loves and hates at once. Loves, because it's a really nice sound, and hates, because he knows how this goes. "I could've been talking to Margo." 

"She is handsome," Lyla chimes in. 

"Very much," you agree. 

Margo, alias Spider-Byte, looks up from her tablet screen to flash a smile. "Thanks, guys." 

"What did you want, then?" Miguel asks.

He's surrounded by girls who live to annoy him —they all laugh as though they know something he doesn't, and when he turns to glare at them they laugh more. Lyla zips out of his eyeline, disappearing from view with a sympathetic, "He's dumber than he looks." 

"Hurtful," Miguel says, turning back to his screen. "Why do I bother?" 

You stand up with your bundle of paper flowers crinkling in your hands and approach him. You're of normal height, while Miguel is of 'ridiculous' height (your word choice), and so you have trouble looking him in the eye when you stand close. You have more trouble keeping your distance, craning your neck all the way up with your rubber capped shoes to his spidersuit ones. 

"Can you lean down a bit, please?" you ask. 

Margo laughs, “Oh, here we go.”

Miguel has trouble saying no to you. And by trouble, he means he finds it impossible, and he hasn't done it in a while. He leans down very slightly, worried you're going to try and kiss him in front of the others. He's kissed you already (which he hates himself for, what a stupid thing to do) (but was a good kiss, as things go, your lips soft under his, his ardency undulating in the face of your little gasping sound when he'd bitten your lip, when he'd grasped at your side like you were slipping through his fingers), and you've kissed him. But never in front of other people.

Which isn't to say they don't know. Everyone definitely knows. They're just too scared or too kind to say. Or, like Lyla or Margo, they find it funny. 

Now in reach, you lift an origami flower to his ear and attempt to prop it there. He has a flash of a memory, a small hand by his face, the summer sun on his neck, and he can't deal with it. He grabs your wrist and pushes it away from him. 

Your eyes widen. You're not unused to his bad moods, but Miguel doesn't grab.

You look back, and he thinks it's because you're scared, and he wishes he could take it back straight away, but you're looking for Margo and Lyla. When you see they aren't there, you take his face into your empty hand and ask, "What's wrong?" 

Miguel doesn't answer. He doesn't know what to say. Sorry would be a good start, but his mouth is dry. He frowns down at you.

"I didn't mean to overstep," you say, uncharacteristically serious. 

"I didn't mean to grab you," he says. 

"I know. It wasn't so aggressive, anyways. I'm genetically enhanced, you know?" Your smile creases the delicate skin at the corners of your eyes. "I'll make you something else. A fan, for the heat, or a jumping frog." 

You turn and take a step away. Again, Miguel reaches for you, but when he takes your wrist this time it's with the kindness you deserve.

"I'm sorry, cari��o," he says. 

He’s embarrassed for having pushed you away, even if he couldn’t control himself. All you were trying to do no doubt was make him happy. It's usually your main prerogative besides winding him up, and he can't find any ill will in a paper flower. 

"Cariño," you quote in a murmur. It doesn't take a second for you to return to your smiley, loving self. "That's definitely something nice." 

"It's affectionate." He doesn't explain more than that. 

You force your hand into his, twirling inward like a half-hearted dance. "I can tell," you say giddily, dropping your cheek into his chest. 

He rubs the back of your hand. Sorry, sorry, it says, each pass of his thumb against your skin. 

"Miguel," you say, in the lilting cadence of a girl with a favour to ask, "now you've ragged me around–" 

"Not what happened–" 

"–I was thinking maybe I could do something to you." You smile cheekily around your words. 

He sweeps his gaze across the office to make sure there's no one here with you both, or about to be. Complicated you may be, but Miguel knows you well. Better than he should. He spent a long time denying his feelings for you, aggrieved and guilty, and a longer amount of time resenting you for being so damned enchanting. Which wasn't your fault in reality —you're a weird creature, and you can be a little off-putting; it's Miguel's problem alone that he wants you as badly as he does. To feel your neat, teasing smirk under his lips. To have the line of your jaw against his hand as you whisper flirtation or laugh at your own awful jokes. 

To take your hip into his grasp and squeeze. 

There have been times where Miguel wanted to press you up against a wall and kiss you into silence, quieten your taunting teasing with a bite to match his bark. And there have been times where he wanted to rub the tense line between your shoulders, having caught you in a vulnerable moment, and promise that things will be better. 

He isn't making any more promises, not in this life, but he thinks that someone like you, who tries too hard to make people happy and sometimes wears two masks at once deserves to do whatever it is they want to do to people like him.

"Okay," he says quietly. His voice is rough as hewn stone. 

You have a pocket full of paper stars that crunch as you lean in. "I'm gonna kiss you, if you promise not not to freak out. Is that cool?" 

Okay, you deserve some softness, but Miguel would rather lead. Your hand falls to his chest, and his hands find your face. His fingers behind your ears, his thumbs aligned with your smile, he squeezes your cheeks in his hold gently, tilting your chin up, and up. The column of your throat is bared and begging to be scandalised. He can imagine it, the bruising his lips would leave behind like crescent moons and the pinprick crimson stars from his needling fangs if he were to only press down. 

"We'll compromise. I'll kiss you, and you'll let me apologise again." 

"I don't need you to say sorry again," you say softly. 

"Then I won't say it." 

The implication has heat rising to your cheeks. Your hand grabs uselessly at his suit as you close your eyes, and Miguel knows his cue. He leans down and kisses you, tender but a little rough, your lips soft and warm and eager as he encourages your head to one side. It feels like you try to say something but you don't move back, and so he doesn't either, kissing and kissing and kissing until he's sure he'll remember how it feel tonight, hours from now, when he's staring at a screen wishing you were haunting his office rather than in a doze in the girl's dormitory. 

"Miguel," you say, practically into his mouth. This time he pulls away, and you take a small step back so you don't have to crane your neck. "I, uh…" 

Miguel wipes the sheen from your bottom lip, not not listening but certainly not giving his full attention. He's hoping you'll let him kiss you again.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the flower," you say. 

His eyes lifted to yours. "It's not that. It's not you. Don't waste any time thinking about it, okay?" 

He pinches your chin between his forefinger and his thumb. You hold his eyes for a moment. 

"I don't really think," you say bashfully, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a hug he doesn't have time to reciprocate. 

"You think," he says, blinking as you retreat from him completely, waltzing back to your origami station on the floor. Your hips don't sway, but there's a movement to them he tracks. 

"About you, handsome? All the time." 

Miguel groans and turns back to his screens. Lyla appears silently, and sticks a finger into her mouth in a mock gag. 

"That's in poor taste," he says. 

"I would like to hand in my resignation." 

"You can't resign, Lyla. You're a hologram." 

She pushes her heart-shaped sunglasses up her nose and blinks out of view, refusing to speak to Miguel for the rest of the day outside of official Society business, and even then she's cranky. You fill the void of conversation with a mixture of nonsensical and merited suggestions, and by the time you leave for the night, his desk is decorated by a rainbow menagerie of paper animals, each one made with care. 

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thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed! please consider reblogging if you have the time! <;3 if you have a request of this pairing or other miguel fics and want to share, im eager to see them!

my other miguel fics

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2, day 1

Danny had no idea what he was doing. There. He admitted it. He had found a book of spells that reminded him of Sam and stole it on instinct. He didn't have much money after running away. He didn't even have the chance to grab one of his Go Bags as his parents fired on him.

Good news was that ghost powers made it very easy to steal stuff. Now with a book that has actual magic spells in it? He'd never go hungry again! It was kinda weird though. New dimension or not he didn't think a grocery store would sell multiple copies of spellbooks just out in the open like this. They were clearly new and a product or modern manufacturing so it wasn't like it was some ancient relic or anything.

Hmm. A mystery for later then. In the meantime he was going to go around Gotham turning rogues and random jerks into frogs! It went pretty well. There was a mass Arkham breakout not too long ago and Danny was having an absolute blast sneaking up and froggifying people while wearing a cheap glittery devil masquerade mask. Once suitable frogged he trapped them in a magic bubble and left them on the rooftops for the bats to find.

This went awry however when one of the local vigilantes, Robin, tried to attack him from above. On reflex he turned Robin into a frog and freaked out, "Okay. Crud. Okay. I can fix this!" He said while picking up the tiny vigilante, "Just promise not to hurt me and i'll turn you back!"

The angry ribbiting told him that the vigilante would agree to no such thing, "In that case," Danny used his ghost powers to make a human sized ice cage and placed the frog inside. The cages bars were thin but sturdy. It would take Robin only a few good hits to break out of it but by that time the mysterious magic user would have had a head start.

Unfortunately, Danny had just started the spell that would turn Damian back when one of his siblings, Tim, got the jump on him...and got similarly froggy for it. Now there were two frogged bats and a startled magic user.

Danny looked up at the rooftops to see more and more bats staring at him. And the just froggified Red Robin. And the frog version of regular Robin. In a cage. This looked bad. After dodging a batarang Danny apologized to the frogs and quickly yelled, "Not today satan!" At batman before dropping a smoke bomb and teleporting away.

Later at the batcave Damian and Tim were placed in different enclosures to keep their new forms healthy and to prevent any frog on frog violence as they sort this out. At first they thought this was a meta who could turn people into frogs but that was quickly ruled out due to Damian and Tim both typing on devices and telling them about the ice powers.

Thus begins Danny's attempts to find the frogged siblings and turn them back before he gets stabbed by an angry bird and Robin and Red Robins attempts to escape to find this magic user cause it was clear that he had cursed them by accident and had wanted to turn them back right away.

They're family keeps trying to stop them though saying its too dangerous to go out as a frog and they don't know what that magic users intentions were. They didn't really have much choice however seeing at Constantine couldn't help them.

The trench coated brit and said this magic was like nothing he had ever felt before and he would have to do some research. Which lead to the boys swinging across rooftops as amphibians and probably making more than a few people question what was in thier coffee.

#halloween prompts #prompts #fanfiction prompts #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #tim drake #robin #damian wayne #red robin #yum #magic #danny is going to get caught up in a custody battle isnt he? #adoption bait danny

[bitchy-craft]

10 Facts About Your Future Spouse | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out ten facts about your future spouse. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Masterlist > Questions > Paid Readings

Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

1. They will protect you from troubles.

2. They love gossip.

3. They love outgoing personalities.

4. They will never leave you behind.

5. You are their star, their Evangeline. (Princess & The Frog Reference)

6. They will always ask your opinion on ideas and future decisions.

7. They are good at keeping secrets.

8. Red is their favourite colour.

9. They find bows to look great on people.

10. They'll always prevent you from getting overwhelmed.

Pile 2:

1. They are straightforward and clear in their communication.

2. They are compassionate and have a lot of empathy.

3. Even though they aren't the most confident person out there, they'll protect you.

4. They often loose track of time.

5. They find everything fun and love getting into new hobbies.

6. They always see the positive in things.

7. They love couple clothes, they love to match.

8. Their love language is gift giving.

9. They love ice cream, cake and cupcakes.

10. They love to draw.

Pile 3:

1. They like to play card games and board games.

2. They are a perfectionist.

3. They are sensitive .

4. They are loyal and will argue with anyone who did you wrong.

5. They need their sleep to get through the day.

6. They love to be outside and look at nature.

7. They love to be social from time to time, but do need their personal space.

8. They are a cat person.

9. Their mind is never quiet, they constantly think.

10. They love to pic-nic.

Pile 4:

1. They are very logical.

2. They love research and facts.

3. They love collecting things.

4. They know what they're worth, they stand up for themselves.

5. They love to create things yet give credit to others.

6. They find the future and world intimidating.

7. They are great at saving up.

8. They are goofy and love to make jokes.

9. They are selfless.

10. They always try to make people around them feel better.

Pile 5:

1. They love tea.

2. They often lose stuff.

3. They are very intelligent and knowledgable.

4. They love communication and need it in order to keep a calm mind.

5. They love quiet walks at night.

6. They are really ambitous.

7. They do anything in their power to make life easier for the people around them.

8. They love cuddles.

9. They will make sure you will never be left out on things.

10. They are very chaotic minded.

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[discoursecatharsis]

I've noticed this pattern with antis in fandom where, in their attempt to distance themselves from anything and everything "problematic" in their fandoms, they refuse to acknowledge when they DO enjoy something problematic. Therefore, they don't recognize the problematic elements of the ship, character, media, etc. They'll also heavily downplay or deny any problematic. aspects of their favorite fandom thing.

I just saw an example of this and it is blowing my mind right now and I need to share this with y'all.

It involves the comments on this video.

Some context for Princess and the Frog: the blonde girl is Charlotte, also called Lottie. She's the main character Tiana's best friend. Charlotte's goal was always to marry a prince, and she almost marries (who she believes to be) Prince Naveen, but once she sees that Naveen and Tiana are in love, she tries to help them turn back human so they can be together.

At the end of the movie, Tiana and Naveen get married, and this scene plays after. Charlotte dances with Naveen's kid brother, and says "I've waited this long" in response to him saying that he's 6 and a half years old.

Now Charlotte's line here, if you look at the context clues of her story line, implies that she's saying "I've waited this long for a prince to marry, so I can wait longer for Naveen's younger brother to grow up." It's just a joke. Albeit, a joke that many will find to be very uncomfortable and inappropriate, but a joke nonetheless. I highly doubt Charlotte is actually going to "wait for" this child to grow up to marry him. She's making a joke at her expense, about her desperation of her dream to marry a prince.

BUT FOR SOME REASON.... many of the comments are like "she means that she's been waiting to DANCE with a prince."

I'm completely and utterly serious y'all. Here are some of the comments along those lines, with thousands of thumbs up each.

If you've seen this movie, you'll realize that these comments make absolutely no sense for more than one reason.

1) Charlotte danced with Prince Naveen (or at least with the villain disguised as him) earlier in the movie. She danced with a prince already. Why would that still be her dream if she already accomplished that?

2) Lottie speaks multiple times (during her childhood and in present day as a young adult) about her dream of "marrying a prince." Not dancing with a prince. Not meeting one. No, she wants to MARRY A PRINCE AND BE A PRINCESS.

This video has some clips of her saying this, at the time stamps 0:20, 2:52, 4:08, and 5:21.

Charlotte does give up her dream of marrying Naveen specifically for Tiana, because she see that he makes Tiana happy. But with how she jumps in like a wide receiver to catch the bouquet at Naveen and Tiana's wedding, it's clear she still has her dream of marrying *A* prince, just not Naveen.

But back to the comments on that video.

The comments seem to be downplaying the actual implication of her line. It's almost like they're desperately trying to ignore what she actually meant and make it more wholesome because they don't want to admit that their favorite movie has an uncomfy and inappropriate joke.

It's disturbing that this is yet another example where people in fandom (who are fantis or have been influenced by that fanti mindset) are downplaying a scene (or a ship, trope, etc) that is ACTUALLY problematic because they personally like the movie or the character and they don't want to admit that it has some issues. Instead of just admitting "yeah that scene/line was kinda fucked up and gross," they are jumping through HOOPS to make it seem more innocent than it was. And this is completely blowing my mind and is honestly concerning.

If you want to personally interpret it in a different way, in a way to make it more palatable to you, be my guest. That's what fandom and fanon is all about and I do that a lot too. But to see so many people outright deny the actual implications of this line is... bizarre af. It's one thing to be like "hmm yeah I don't like that, so I'm going to personally interpret this ship/trope/scene differently so it's more comfortable to me." It's another thing entirely to be in complete denial and ignore the actual context of the character and their story.

Also, so many of the other comments on the video aren't even commenting on the actual scene or on what Charlotte said. They're just generic comments on how much they love Charlotte as a character or how they miss this 2D animation. It's like they're trying reallyyyyyy hard to ignore the joke that's being made.

On the grander scheme, this is concerning because these people are refusing to acknowledge something that's inappropriate at best and predatory at worse (an adult "waiting" for a child to grow up) because they don't want to be caught enjoying/supporting something "bad."

All their talk about normalizing and normalization, but they're the ones kinda normalizing bad things by downplaying them or being in denial of it when it's in THEIR favorite media. And that is very concerning and a big issue.

#throwing salt #uh what other tags did i use to use? I legit can't remember #fandom discourse #fantis #Youtube

[kaeyx]

How would angry/upset chuuya/dazai punish reader in bed?

Ooooh many options here. I think it would mostly depend on if they're pissed/irritated in general or if they're mad at the reader specifically. This got long so I put it under a cut!

Warnings: smut, gn!afab!reader, overstimulation, cockwarming, bondage, vibrators/toys, bondage, spanking, stretching, edging/denial, slight manipulation in Dazai's part.

Chuuya

Chuuya has had a long day, lots of little things that haven't gone right. It's the end of the fiscal quarter so he's up to his neck in talks with investors, trade routes, lists of products. He's tired, he's wound up, he opens the door to his apartment and sees you curled up on his couch, takeout boxes still warm on the coffee table. Judging by the amount you got some for him too, and his heart warms at the thought. That plus the stress, plus seeing you in his shirt, in his house, already waiting for him... it sets him off.

He barely gives you time to look up and greet him before he's grabbing you, pulling you in for a brutal, searing kiss, sending both of you crashing onto the cushions. In no time at all you find yourself with one leg thrown over the back of the couch, Chuuya's heavy girth splitting you open. He looks half feral, hair flying around his face, grunts and growls rising from his chest. He hasn't even bothered to take any clothes off, just pulling your shorts to the side and yanking at the collar of your shirt until he can sink his teeth into your neck. Chuuya is muttering under his breath the whole while, complaining about all the things that have been wrong with his day; but he's also moaning out praise, telling you how good you make him feel, how he's been thinking about you all day, how you take him so perfectly every time.

It takes a few rounds to drain him completely, leaving you completely fucked out and half stupid by the time he collapses against your chest, panting hard. He's probably cum several times and made sure you did the same just as much or maybe even more, each time your face contorts and goes slack with please making him feel better and better. He nuzzles against your sweaty neck, murmuring an apology that he only half means, fingers running gently over all his harsh bites and the place on your hips where he'd grabbed you hard enough to bruise.

If you're the one making him mad though it's probably a whole other story. Either by bratting or favouring Dazai too much, he's going to get back at you and he's going to be creative about it. Making you suck him off under his desk is a classic, not allowed to move or speak for hours, just feeling his length rest hot and heavy on your tongue, his hand occasionally pulling your head towards him until you're gagging around him and your nose is pressed against his skin, hands trying to push him away to no avail. If you get too fussy then he's happy to cuff your hands behind your back and maybe put you in a frog tie, keeping you immobilised under him until you're completely docile.

Or he'd make you cockwarm him while he reads or relaxes after a long day, not letting you do so much as squirm but occasionally tugging at a nipple or giving your poor, ignored clit a swift smack, grinning when you yelp and your cunt tightens around him. Talk too much or make too much noise and you'll get gagged, probably by him shoving a few fingers down your throat.

He'd also like to spank you I'd think, though I'm personally not a fan of it so I don't really have many thoughts on that. Put you over his lap and alternate between hitting you until your ass is bright red and fingering you to laugh at how wet you are, that kind of thing. Gloves on, obviously.

I think he'd like bondage quite a bit, but also stress positions? Making the ropes just a little too tight, or arrange them so that if you relax they'll tug on your hair(if it's long enough) or tighten around your neck. Seeing you struggle and apologize is endlessly entertaining to him, watching you squirm and protest when he brings out a vibrator and presses it against your leg, slowly working it up your thigh while you struggle and promise you'll be good.

Dazai

Dazai might punish you without realising it. If he's agitated, had a bad or stressful day and wants to unwind, there's little better than spooning you and slipping into you, cuddling as close as he can. He could spend hours like this and indeed he does, occasionally readjusting himself or thrusting shallowly into you, feeling you get wetter and wetter while he nuzzles against your neck. He won't even realise you're squirming and trying to touch yourself until you plead with him properly, and by then you're both so edged out that you don't last more than a few minutes.

If he's mad at you though, he'll edge you on purpose. Take his time eating you out or running his hands over you until you're crying, trembling, completely undone in his hands. You can't even apologize by then, so that's exactly when he'll tell you to speak up, repeat all those defiant things you said to him. Might not even let you cum at the end, just clean you up and pull your clothes back up, patting your cheek and telling you you're done here.

I think I've talked about this but he'd also make you go out with a toy in you, or a vibrator. He'd sit back and play with the controls, randomly turning them to the max before dialing it down to a buzz, grinning as he thinks of you gasping and your legs shaking, sneaking glances around you to see if anyone had noticed. He mocks you when you get back, cheeks red and legs trembling, sliding his long fingers through your folds and laughing at how the slick is staining your thighs.

Another one, though this might take some time and dedication (and also be specific, like if you ever implied you could take care of yourself perfectly fine), would be to stretch you out. Dazai loves the look of his fingers inside you, your hole squelching obscenely as he spreads you open. He'd keep you full with plugs or dildos between sessions, resisting the urge to fuck you every time he pulls your pants down and sees you so warm and wet and ready for him, your insides soft and gooey. The end goal is to stretch you enough that when he eventually fucks you you're stretched just a little too wide, desperately clenching around him but still so empty. You feel amazing to him though, loose enough that he can slide in with no resistance, deep enough to hurt, to feel him in your guts. You're whining and mewling, telling him it's not enough, that you need more of him. His fingers inside you too, maybe. He laughs, petting your head and calling you greedy, as if this wasn't the thing he'd been after all along. You need him, see? You need all of him to feel good, to feel satisfied.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #dazai smut #asks.answered

[pastadoughie]

Just to be clear you don't hate everyone who likes mushrooms and frogs, right? I like mushrooms because they're living representations of entropy and decay and some are so similar to humans that eating them can cause diseases related to cannibalism, and I like frogs because they're fucked up slime dwellers. Is that bad in your eyes?

i dont think that liking frogs or mushrooms makes you bad no, infact i dont think that thinking any plant or animal makes you a bad person, i just dont personally like frogs i find them gross

i do however have issue with the people who are like, weird about me *not* likeing those things, like, thats a fucking massive red flag in so many fucking ways

a) im uncomfortable that people even assume these things about me and moreover that theyre upset when their assumptions are proven wrong. my opinion shouldnt mean ANYTHING to you! you dont know me! and its really uncomfortable going on the internet to post your cat art and then all of a sudden find people acting overly familiar with you when you dont know them and have never interacted with them! i am not some large internet figure and its not ok to treat me that way! you should not be forming any kind of parasocial relationship with a 16yr old cat artist! thats weird and fucked up on so many levels!

b) the idea that i as a queer person "have to" have certain opinions and act a certain way (on things that are just, entirely harmless and meaningless) for some of you to like me is REALLY concerning. like if you genuinely think less of me because i dont like frogs when im a queer person then that makes me really concerned about all the other shit you expect me to do.

i have had alot of experience with people who do fit into those gay stereotypes of loving mushrooms and frogs and a CONCERNINGLY LARGE AMMOUNT OF THEM are like, a year away from falling into just full blown violent transphobia, the willingness to gatekeep what queer people are allowed to do and the idea that they HAVE to like certain things is like, it just makes it very clear that even if you arent a transphobe (or atleast dont THINK of yourself as one) your willingness to gatekeep these things makes you REALLY REALLY suseptible to BECOMEING one.

back when i used to be a lesbian and was in alot of these supposedly queer accepting and friendly spaces i found this out the hard way, when i started questioning my gender, and starting to not conform as much i had so many people who i thought were my friends talking about how i wasnt "allowed" to call myself enby AND a lesbian, and that im just someone trying to force myself into lesbian spaces, that i wasnt "allowed" to use he/him pronouns, because that makes other trans people LOOK bad, as soon as i stopped directly fitting into their veiws of a "respectible" queer person i realized that no. this isnt what a queer accepting space looks like.

and so thats why, i am extremely cautious around anybody who fits into that stereotype. its not *about* frogs, its not *about* mushrooms. its about how people who make these distinctions about what is an ok and not ok way to be queer will immediately turn on me the seccond i dont fit into that. and im not comfortable having those kinds of people around me

#the beast speaks #this is so long lol #retchid opinions

[siriuslylovejegulus33]

I like to think that the Marauders gave each other gifts for Christmas and that they all tried really hard. And James included Regulus because why would his boyfriend be excluded? So after much begging and... Begging. It worked.

They did secret Santa.

Peter got James a Lego set and Lego versions of the Marauders and an extra lil emo guy.

James: OMG PETE, IT'S PERFECT!

James: *Launches himself into Peter*

Regulus whispering to himself: That's gonna keep him entertained for weeks *sips peppermint tea*

James got Remus a pair of red converse so they could match, and boxes of his favorite frog chocolate.

Remus: Thank you, Prongs! I'll be sure to hide the chocolates from the kids in the house.

Sirius: We don't have kids.

Everyone:

Sirius: Oh, fuck you.

Remus: Not here *winks*

Sirius: *blushes*

Remus: Here's your gift, sweetheart.

Sirius takes it out, and he finds that his Moony have him a leather jacket. But not only that, it's a vintage black leather jacket with Queen's painted on the back and a little painting at the front of a moon and the brightest star in the night sky.

Sirius: I-

Remus: Do you like it? The girls helped me with the- Umph.

Sirius launches himself on his boyfriend and hugs him to death.

Remus: *chuckles* I'm guessing you liked it?

Sirius: *kisses him* I love it, babe.

Remus: *grins widely* I'm glad

Peter: *clears his throat*

Sirius: *On Remus' lap* Anyways, I'm going to give my present last because I couldn't wrap it.

Remus: It can't be yourself.

Sirius: *huffs sadly* I know, Moony.

James: Well. Regulus, it's your turn, love.

Regulus quietly takes out a little card and hands it to Peter. Everyone is sad because they thought Regulus would try. That he would would just, try.

But all eyes look at Peter when they hear sniffles, and suddenly he's crying.

James, worried: What's wrong, Pete?

Peter: *sob* I LOVE IT!!

Everyone has shocked looks on their faces, except Reg, who has a tiny smile that only James and Sirius notice.

Sirius: What did you get him, Reggie?

Regulus: An unlimited card to candy in the town's most popular candy shop.

James:

Peter: *still crying*

Sirius:

Remus:

James, launches himself into Regulus and gives him a big wet kiss and whispers: Thank you, baby.

Regulus whispers back: I told you lover, their important to you. They're important to me.

Regulus wipes a tear from James, and James just can't fathom how lucky he got.

Sirius, claps: Alright, everyone. Enough tears. let's go to these two's room for my gift.

Regulus: Why on eart... It's better for me not to assume.

They all walk in and see a grand piano with Regulus' star constellation, him the brightest, and a deer looking up at it.

Sirius, biting his lip: Do you like it?

Regulus: It's... It's perfect. Thank you.

Jegulus cuddled up later that night.

Regulus: H-h-he really loves me, James. He kn-knows me *hiccup*

James rubbing circles on his back and his other hand through his hair: I tell you all the time, Reg. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. *Kisses Reggie's hair*

#james potter loves christmas #im not wrong #they're soulmates your honor #wolfstar #jegulus #gay harry potter #james potter #peter pettigrew #james x regulus #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #gay love #regulus black #sirius x remus #remus lupin is funny #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black is gay #sirius is a drama queen #regulus black is a little shit #james potter is in love #starchaser #sunseeker #sunchaser #hp marauders #marauders christmas #marauders secret santa #regulus black kinnie #sirius black kinnie

[onenicebugperday]

Hi!! I'm trying to get over my overwhelming fear of crane flies, is there any way you could supply some fun facts about them? Specifically pedicia albivitta but there's so many species and not a lot of information I can find about them

Well for starters all crane flies are entirely harmless. They don't have mouthparts capable of biting and can't sting or pinch or anything. If they fly at you it's because they don't see you or register you as something to avoid, not because they're attacking or have any reason to land on you.

Despite common belief and sometimes being referred to as mosquito hawks or skeeter eaters, they do not eat mosquitoes, and are in fact incapable of eating them because they don't have the right mouthparts.

Most adults don't eat at all, but if they do, they eat nectar, pollen, or sap, or just drink water. They really only live long enough as adults to breed (1-2 weeks), so there's not much need to feed.

Some aquatic crane fly larvae are thought to eat mosquito larvae, but I'm not sure I've ever seen a reliable source on that. Larvae can be either aquatic, semiaquatic, or terrestrial and what they eat depends on their environment, but mostly I've seen that they're detrivores, so they help with soil health like other decomposers. They're also a big source of food for other animals like predatory insects, spiders, frogs, fish, and birds. Probably bats, too, I imagine. So they do play an important role in ecosystems!

Also they can be really beautiful! Some of them even mimic wasps with pretty black and yellow stripes. I'll show you my fav species, though, the eastern phantom crane fly:

What a beauty! Look at those stripey socks. Adorable.

Also they sometimes hang from foliage in the cutest way:

Lol. Silly.

Photos by ianmanning and germain_savard

#insects #bugs #fly #diptera #crane fly #eastern phantom crane fly #apho-sappho #the more you know #bug fear

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (39)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. I have some polls to do once I finish this whole section of meeting all the boys families. I have one out right now here >> (01/11/23-01/18/23). It's a simple yes or no so be sure to go check it out!

Taehyung lived on the other side of Daegu where a majority of its forest and landscaping was. The mountains were a lot like Seoul but a bit smaller. They had caves where dragons and elves lived but the place Taehyung took you to was just a large forest area with colorful foliage and plants that you had never seen before. 

The excited boy was pulling you along quickly, dragging you almost with how much he was rushing forward to find the place he was looking for. You didn’t have time to look around your surroundings, only catching small glimpses of colors and other people lingering about. Your eyes almost popped out of your skull when you both came across a large gathering of people with angel-like wings on their backs. 

Taehyung had explained to you that they were fearies. If he had his own wings, they too would look just like those. Large and black that would stretch out to be 10 feet in length. As you kept moving forward, you could only stare at his back with sad eyes. You could only imagine the feeling he must have felt to see others of his kind with their wings. It must be tough to lose a part of yourself. 

Taehyung didn’t show it though, he still continued to drag you around the forest and giggle as his eyes widened at the familiar forest of his home. 

“I'm going!” You laughed when he turned to look at you. “Wait.” You told him pointedly, catching him stop to give you a boxy smile that you had fallen in love with. 

“Sorry!” He told you, pulling you closer. “I'm just so excited for you to see my home.” He looked around once more, closing his eyes as the wind blew through his hair. 

“You don't live in a house?” You frowned, looking around to try and find some semblance of a building. 

“I mean we do but they're hidden in the forests nearby.” The man explained. “Fearies like nature a bit more than most. Hobi's kind live the same way–it connects us to nature.” He added. 

You paused for a moment to think about how Hoseok and Taehyung differed. You were clearly able to tell some differences but not all. So it left you wondering just how similar the two were and how different. 

“Do you and Hobi have the same abilities?” You asked. 

“Not at all.” Taehyung answered you, turning to walk alongside you as he continued on his journey. “Only spell casting and telekinesis. I have wings and Hobi doesn't. There are a couple of other things too.” He rambled on. 

You smiled at his boyish nature, knowing that was just the personality Taehyung had. “Like transfiguration?” You asked him, remembering how it was only Taehyung who had turned the boys into frogs. 

“Yes!” Taehyung giggled, happy to know you figured that one out. “I can do that but Hobi can't. He also can't shapeshift.” He explained nonchalantly. 

“You can shapeshift?” You gasped, giggling to yourself as you swung your intertwined hands around. 

“Into a lot of things!” Taehyung smiled, ducking to rub his nose along your own. 

However something in the distance made him freeze, quickly turning his head to find the source. You could hear some people talking followed by one or two barks of a dog.

“Oh!” Taehyung’s face suddenly lit up, his breathing turning sporadic. “Oh my gods! Hurry!” He pulled you harshly, running forward without letting you get the chance to start. 

“Taehyung!” You gasped. “I'm trying.” You yelled, getting your legs to start working. 

“Another thing Hobi doesn't have.” Taehyung’s eyes sparkled as he looked around. 

There was rattling coming from the trees and something came out from the foliage. “A familiar!” He screamed, letting go of your hand and rushing towards a small pomeranian dog that was running towards the two of you. 

“Yeontan!” Taahyunh cried, picking up the puppy. “I'm home! I made it home. I'm so sorry.” He cried, rubbing his cheeks against the dog’s fluffy coat. 

“Yeontan!” Someone called out, rushing out from between some trees in a panic. When the man saw you and Taehyung, he gasped quietly. “Taehyung.” He whispered, a large smile overtaking his face. 

Taehyung turned around, setting down the dog before lunging at the man who clearly recognized the boy. “Hyung!” Taehyung laughed, hugging the man around his neck. 

“Nothing has changed has it?” The man laughed, hugging Taehyung closer to him as he laughed joyfully. 

When they both pulled away, the man’s eyes drifted over towards you, causing his eyes to widen and clear his throat. “Taehyung?” He nudged the boy's shoulder, trying to get his attention back on you.

“Taehyung, you have a guest.” Someone spoke up, causing you to look around for the source but finding no one else in the vicinity.

“Oh right!” Taehyung pulled back, giving you a grin as he brought you closer. “Seo-Joon.” He told the man. “Yeontan.” He turned to the dog. “This is my mate, (Y/N).” 

The smile on his face reminded you of a boy who was excited to showcase a trophy. You giggled at his expression, wanting to coo at him but decided not to because of the others in the area. You would have to coddle him later.  

“Hello.” Seojoon bowed his head in greeting, you followed after. 

“It's nice to meet you.” You spoke up.

“Goodday.” Your eyes went wide as the voice came from the ground, locking on to the dog Taehyung was just crying over. 

“Oh, he just talked.” You squeaked, looking at the animal in astonishment. 

“Yes, familiars do that!” Taehyung clapped, reaching down to pick up Yeontan. “Here hold him.” 

You jumped back as Taehyung shoved the poor animal in your face, his tongue lapping out as he panted. 

“Please don't.” Yeontan sighed, closing his mouth as he hung in Taehyung’s arms. 

“Yeontan. Be nice. She is my mate.” Teahyung pouted, looking at the dog in the face. 

“Don't worry I won't.” You smiled at him.

Yeontan gave you a nod in thanks and if he could you would assume he was giving you a kind smile. You could tell the animal praised Taehyung a lot and only allowed him to touch him more than often. He seemed like those kinds of pets. The ones who got attached to their owners at a young age. At least that was what you compared him to. 

“Have you been taking care of him since I've been gone?” Taehyung turned to Seo-Joon. 

“I found him after you disappeared.” Seojoon answered, frowning just a bit. “He told me about the man who took you.”

Your eyebrows rose as you heard Seojoon’s story. Turning to look at Yeontan in Taehyung’s arms, you begin to wonder how it was he managed to escape. But then again, maybe a dog wasn’t as important as an actual faerie or dragon. 

“I was there but managed to escape in time.” Yeontan began to explain as he caught your glance. “I made it this far before Seo-Joon found me. Without Taehyung, I'm not able to turn into anything else.”

“I'm sorry I left.” Taehyung sighed, rubbing his cheek against Yeontan’s fur again. 

“It's alright, Tae.” The dog wiggled around for a moment in Taehyung’s hold. “I'm glad you're back.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have wings.” Seojoon spoke somberly. 

Taehyung froze for a moment and his shoulders dropped. He gave a sad smile, softly curling his fingers around Yeontan’s fur. “Things were hard in the facility.” He quietly said. 

“And you can tell us when you are ready.” Yeontan cut in. 

Seojoon nodded with a reassuring smile. “You’re home now–all of you. That’s all that matters.”

“All because of my beautiful mate.” Taehyung grinned, moving to give your cheek a kiss. 

“No words will ever be able to express how much it means to have them all back home.” Yeontan bowed his little doggie head. “Welcome to the world of magic.”

Taehyung had introduced you to his parents and the rest of his family. They all gave you their thankful wishes and hugs that signaled how much they truly missed their son. It was tearful to hear Taehyung explain to his siblings what had happened to his wings but they still hugged him to make him feel better. 

Once things settled down, Taehyung had decided to take you to where his grandparents were resting. He said they would have loved you so much. He was someone who grew up with his grandparents much like how you had. You figured that if the day came when you would lose your grandfather you would feel the same sentiment as Taehyung. 

“Your world is very beautiful.” You spoke softly, sitting on a stone bench that overlooked Taehyung’s family’s crypt. “I love it so much.”

“Enough to stay?” Taehyung said out of no where. 

“Stay?” You question, turning to look at him.

“With us.” He hummed, facing you directly. “Here.” He added. “Be our mate.” He took your hands into his, fingers intertwined together as he gave you a hopeful look. 

“But—” You immediately said, not processing his words just yet.

“It's not that different from your world!” Taehyung began to defend his reasoning. “I'm sure you'll fit right in. And work? Don't worry about it! I'm sure Bang Nim can find you something.”

You grinned, eyes drifting to his lips as you watched him ramble on about the things you could do in their world. You cut him off though when he began to speak about how things would work out living with all seven of them, hand on his cheek to make him look at you.

“I have to think about it.” You smiled. 

“I hope you say yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Taehyung said quietly. “I love you too much to let you go.” He whispered, leaning closer to brush his lips against yours. 

You smiled into the kiss, pulling him forward to press your lips fully into him. Pulling back, you kept your forehead against his, noses brushing together. 

“I love you too, Taehyung.”

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#bts fanfic #bts #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bangtan sonyeondan #bts v #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts jung hoseok #kpop fanfic #bts imagines #bts min yoongi #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts ot7 #bts fantasy au #bts smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung #kim taehyung #v bts #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n

[shadowgale96]

Little Moments in S2E2 of Heaven Official's Blessing

San Lang's jewelry sparkling when he's amused (?) by something. This one happens when the ghost gambling bets his daughters life. Reminds me of an anime glasses character's glass shine. this happens several times through the episode and is usually accompanied by a high pitched metallic sound. Like the chime of a sword unsheathing.

The green deer demon girl is adorable. Loving the frog man too.

The wind master genderbending back into a man after being dragged to a ghost spa with the undead women and freaking out about what kinda of products they used on his precious skin.

Xie Lian physically grabbing the wind master to keep him from slipping away to find a mirror. You're on a potentially life or death mission my guy. Bring a compact mirror on your next adventure. Fast thinking on an excuse by Xie Lian though!

This guy having zero points in stealth on a mission that the emperor himself said must be handled discreetly to avoid conflict with the ghost realm.

I love how they both panic, than immediately accept Qianqiu's imminent death at Hua Cheng's hand after he continues to insult the man in his own establishment.

'This place of mine is meant for revelry. If you don't want to take the path to heaven, and break into hell, what else can you do?' Hua Cheng revealing that he knew who they were already. Which isn't surprising because they all stand out enough as is, even if his husband wasn't with them and standing within within eyesight.

Respecting the demons/ghosts for calling out Qianqiu when he said they're lacking humanity and decency. Like 'Bruh, We are literally NOT human. We don't share you're morals or sense of decency at all. Just let us live our lives.' Like, I'm actually in agreement with them.

Getting into an air bender battle, while San Lang is barely flicking his wrist at him. I like how San Lang crushes the table and sends the shards flying at him. Showing he could easily impale Qianqiu before pulling him up at the last moment. It felt like San Lang was trying to teach him. He might have recognized that Qianqiu was young and foolish, but was trying to do good. So San Lang warns him by showing him what could happen if he keeps running his mouth without knowing who he's threatening. That or he decided not to dice Qianqiu because Xie Lian was watching... could go either way

HuaLian having a tender moment looking into each other's eyes while everyone waits downstairs confused.

San Lang 100% offered Qianqiu as a prize to give Xie Lian the chance to help him and Him the chance to hold hands with Xie Lian X'D

We hear that metallic chime noise again here. I think San Lang gave Xie Lian some of is luck here. San Lang also holds Xie Lian's hands on the final round too when Xie Lian rolled two 6's and wins.

Everyone's reaction to San Lang calling Xie Lian 'Gege'. Qingxuan is curious and confused. Qianqiu looks shocked and a little embarrassed. and the grandma Pleakley looking demon's head falls off their body.

San Lang telepathically ordering his assistant to have everyone STFU while he's playing with Xie Lian.

Wind Master Qingxuan pelting Qianqiu with his fan for continuing to run his mouth.

San Lang being completely smitten with Xie Lian as he drops a man from the ceiling

Xie Lian making Qianqiu shut his mouth. Dude BE QUIET! They JUST saved you.

It was incredibly sweet how when San Lang approaches Xie Lian asking for the bet he's owed, Qianqiu steps between them and holds his arm out to protect Xie Lian from who he perceives to be a threat. Qianqiu knows he wouldn't win, but he moves to protect Xie Lian anyway. He's so foolish but so brave.

San Lang would eat stale pringles off the floor if Gege touched them,

Prince being to good for his own good again by telling Xie Lian not to lie to Hua Cheng. Despite himself not liking him at all for treating him like a pinata prize in front of everyone.

This was a very cute episode and there were so many enjoyable moments.

#shi qingxuan #tgcf #lang qianqiu #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #san lang #hua cheng #tian guan ci fu #hualian

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is out on a date. He's wearing his favorite dress (the one with the practically scandalous low back that makes his ass look so good) with heels to match (they give him some extra height and make his legs look soo hot!).

This is all to say that tonight,,,,Hob is an absolute smoke show and every person in this restaurant is staring or pretending they're not staring - in envy and lust. It took a long time for Hob to get comfortable in and with himself to confidently strut walk (no damn it) strut like this.

But well this guy is boring and Hob doesn't want to feel like he wasted his hotness on this crap date, but kissing frogs and all that (not that Hob is going to kiss this guy, eww.) So Hob is looking around the restaurant, trying to find something to peak his interest when: choose your own adventure......

#1 - Hob's stranger decides to visit for the first time since he showed up "late" to the New Inn; He stalks into the restaurant and is making a beeline for Hob and it seems like his clothes are shifting, with each step, so by the time he reaches Hob, Hob's Stranger is in a couture suit that subtly matches Hob current outfit. He says nothing just offers Hob his hand, pulling Hob to his chest, placing his hand on Hob's naked. lower. back. Hob shivers in delight,,,,,,,he's not bored now.

❤️ OR 🩷

#2 - Mob Boss Morpheus "Nightmare King" Endless was checking out this new restaurant in his territory (if the place was good, the cost of his family's protection would take that into consideration). In any event, Morpheus happened to be looking towards the door, when the most captivating person walks in; they were gorgeous -- Morpheus ("Dream" to his small set of intimate friends & family) was absolutely staring,,,,, disrespectfully!

Dream wanted to wreck the person, leaving marks of possession all over that bare back and shoulders. And as Dream watched his new lovely, he could tell they were bored. So he waited to catch their eye, and when their eyes finally met - Dream loved the blush that he could tell was breaking out all over their body.

Well Dream had to go introduce himself now....

😈😈 I like both prompts and didn't want to choose between them! 🤷🏽‍♀️ 💋 😈😈

YESSS I love both of these prompts. Hob should absolutely be appreciated in all his glory when he puts on his pretty dresses.

For #1, I adore the idea of Dream making his outfit match Hob’s. I'm imagining the expression on his face when he first sees Hob: surprise, then admiration, then straight up desire. All the years of imprisonment and all the stress he's been through with the getting his tools back suddenly melt away, and he's soaking up all of Hob’s dreams and fantasies which he can feel calling out to him. His dearest friend, the immortal he didn't realise was so important to him... Dream needs to show Hob the love and appreciation he deserves. He would get on his knees and kiss the hem of Hob’s beautiful dress in front of all these people. Show them how they ought to treat such a specimen of grace and beauty.

And when Hob sees Dream coming towards him, he can't believe it! His face lights up, he jumps out of his chair, he nearly melts all over the floor when his stranger touches him! This is everything Hob has ever wanted. And best of all, Dream likes his pretty dress!!!

As for #2, I love the idea of mob boss Dream stealing Hob from right under the nose of his date. Escorting him over to the best table in the place where Dream is seated, pulling the chair out for him, pouring the wine. Everyone in the restaurant is side-eyeing whatevers going on over there. And Hob is still blushing, crossing his legs and batting his eyelids shyly. He's never been treated so nicely before. Dream kisses the back of his hand and tells Hob that he will give him anything. He will buy him the most beautiful clothes and jewellery, he will take him to the opera and the theatre and show him off to the world. All Hob needs to do is say yes, and agree to be Dream’s darling.

Hob glances around at the other men in the room, who are all so mediocre and boring. Of course he's going to get himself in trouble by being involved in the mob, but Dream is pretty... and Hob likes pretty things. So how can he say no?

#the sandman #dreamling

[lolahauri]

: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Fluff Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He loves that you accept him for who he is. You respect his work, his social boundaries, and you don't try to change him or force him out of his comfort zone.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Hips and waist! Thick or thin, he just loves holding onto yours hips, or putting his arms around your waist. 

Hugs from behind >>>

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Big spooning you, he loves to hold you like a teddy bear :)

Also loves it when you lay your head on his chest and hold him, or just fully lay on top of him. The pressure is calming.

The best cuddles are when it’s raining. He may love going out in the rain, but he loves cuddling in bed and listening to it hit the window more.

So he’d beg you to take the day off and be lazy with him, probably trying to persuade you with a cup of coco and your favorite sitcom.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Dancing in the rain with you… omg

Imagine meeting him in the Cindersap forest on a stormy morning.

He pulls you under a patch of trees, distant enough that the rain is still hitting you, but close enough that you aren't getting completely soaked.

He looks (down/up) at you, locking eyes and smiling, his cheeks getting a little pink.

He wraps an arm around your waist and brings your hand into an embrace with his free one. Lacing your fingers together at shoulder level, doing a classic ballroom dance.

You both spend some time just spinning around in the soaked grass, laughing and kissing each other like nothing in the world has ever existed besides the two of you. <3

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Very pessimistic and emotionally reserved at first. He'd let you know if he was upset and why, but he wouldn't really bother trying to talk it out or find a solution.

But the more serious your relationship became, he was willing to open up to you more, see things on the bright side sometimes, let you help him and be his shoulder to cry on.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I don't think he would, he'd rather focus on you.

And some occasional traveling.

Kids are stressful and cause a lot of anxiety, not something he'd ever find appealing.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Not his strong suit, or preferred love language, but he’s fine with it.

He’s a minimalist decorator, so for receiving gifts, i think he’d prefer food or items that don’t take a lot of space/have a good use.

Like clothes, video games, nail polish, eyeliner, decorations for his frog vivarium, etc...

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Holding your hand under the pillow while he big-spoons you! >>

He's more of a full on cuddler than just a hand-holder. But yeah, he loves to lace your fingers together while lying in bed.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Inside he's freaking out BAD and already feeling sick.

But on the outside, he tries to stay normal and calm so he doesn't worry you.

If you're really badly injured, he'll pick you up right away and bring you to Harvey.

Sits by the hospital bed the entire time and holds your hand. <3

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Def not a prankster, I feel like Abi and Sam are the prankster types, so he's grown to be very annoyed with it lol.

He has a more sarcastic, quick wit sense of humor.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Neck kisses!! He thinks they're really hot, and likes seeing you get flustered by them.

Cheek and lip kisses tie for second. Cute n sweet.

Bunny kisses!!! omg!

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Quality time and acts of service.

Quality time may not sound right because he always talks about how he likes a lot of alone time. But that's exactly why I think it is one of his major love languages.

You two have a deep, special, unique connection. And that translates to him actually wanting to spend lots of time with you, unlike his friends and family.

And acts of service just because it feels like the opposite of words of affirmation (showing vs telling).

And since he's def not much of a talker, he likes to tell you he loves you with actions.

Like: feeding the pets, cleaning up around the house & farm while your gone, grocery shopping or cooking when you're too busy, etc...

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The night you met him on the dock while it was raining.

It's an uneventful memory, but it was the day his feelings for you were solidified.

He loves looking back on how intimate the moment was, just talking and joking and getting to know each other more.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Waking up to divorce papers on the table...

I think it would (obviously) completely destroy him, make him lose any hope on love, leaving the valley, moving from his family...

The last thing he'd ever want to do is to go back to being a depressed introvert who lives in his mothers basement.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

His frog obsession, ofc. 

Totally rambles about frogs and general amphibian facts.

Super cute though.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Babe, baby, beautiful, ducky, bunny. 

Tadpole (tell me i’m wrong).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Sitting in his lap while he works! >>

Being lazy around the house and just cuddling n talking to each other.

He LOVES listening to you talk.

His favorite thing though: rides out of town on his motorcycle. Maybe having a picnic on the cliff once you get there!

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Молчат Дома - Клетка

Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse 

Cage The Elephant - Come A Little Closer

Galaxie 500 - Strange

Heavy on Молчат Дома tho. If he were 18-25 in the 2020's, he'd soo be a Russian doomer music enjoyer.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Completely open, I don't think he'd really have any secrets anyway?

He trusts you completely.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

That completely depends on you. He would genuinely be too nervous to ever tell you if he had a crush on you.

He’d drop hints, and you could probably easily tell by his body language and attitude change when you’re around, but he’d never be too bold or say it outright just incase you didn’t like him. 

Kinda unrelated but your dynamic would def be “you fell first, he fell harder.”

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

A little awkward at first, but he tries his best. He gets better at knowing how to comfort you the longer you’re together. 

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

His programming talents! He loves telling you about it.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He's a little nervous about you going in the mines and fighting, but he trusts that you know what you're doing.

He probably wouldn't fight with you though. (unless it was to save you ofc)

He just doesn't have it in him to kill something.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Actually very well.

Since he's more a listener and observer, he's obviously picked up quickly on how to read you.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Absolutely takes you to the cliff where you shared your first kiss.

Takes you completely by surprise too, drops exactly 0 hints beforehand that he was about to propose.

Definitely cries when you say yes ahhhh!!

Picks you up and spins you around while kissing you all over.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Night walks, watching his frogs in their vivarium, running errands in the morning, a cigarette after a stressful day, Friday nights at the saloon with Sam & Abi, listening to the radio while he works, sitting alone at the end of the dock, motorcycle rides, daydreaming before bed, morning showers with you, cuddling while a record or tv show plays in the background.

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10 Facts About Your Future Spouse | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out ten facts about your future spouse. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Masterlist

Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

1. They like to play card games and board games

2. They are a perfectionist

3. They are sensitive

4. They are loyal and will argue with anyone who did you wrong

5. They need their sleep to get through the day.

6. They love to be outside and look at nature

7. They love to be social from time to time, but do need their personal space

8. They are a cat person

9. Their mind is never quiet, they constantly think

10. They love to pic-nic

Pile 2:

1. They love tea

2. They often lose stuff

3. They are very intelligent and knowledgable

4. They love communication and need it in order to keep a calm mind

5. They love quiet walks at night

6. They are really ambitous

7. They do anything in their power to make life easier for the people around them

8. They love cuddles

9. They will make sure you will never be left out on things

10. They are very chaotic minded

Pile 3:

1. They will protect you from troubles

2. They love gossip

3. They love outgoing personalities

4. They will never leave you behind

5. You are their star, their Evangeline (Princess & The Frog Reference)

6. They will always ask your opinion on ideas and future decisions

7. They are good at keeping secrets

8. Red is their favourite colour

9. They find bows to look great on people

10. They'll always prevent you from getting overwhelmed

Pile 4:

1. They are sraightforward and clear in their communication

2. They are compassionate and have a lot of empathy

3. Even though they aren't the most confident person out there, they'll protect you

4. They often loose track of time

5. They find everything fun and love getting into new hobbies

6. They always see the positive in things

7. They love couple clothes, they love to match

8. Their love language is gift giving

9. They love icecream, cake and cupcakes

10. They love to draw

Pile 5:

1. They are very logical

2. They love research and facts

3. They love collecting things

4. They know what they're worth, they stand up for themselves

5. They love to create things yet give credit to others

6. They find the future and world intimidating

7. They are great at saving up

8. They are goofy and love to make jokes

9. They are selfless

10. They always try to make people around them feel better

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