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rewh0re · 4 months

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MORE THAN JUST A DREAM ; GETO SUGURU

—wc: 3.2k, fluff, no curses au, college au, alcohol consumption, new year's kiss, ocs (reader's friends are ocs), implied oc x gojo, use of the pronoun 'she' once (except that it's gn! reader), gojo is RICH

a/n: I had to repost don't even ask it wouldn't show up in tags😐 anyways happy new year baby boos take this geto fic as a gift. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!!

divider cred: @/benkeibear

Gojo Satoru's annual New Year's Eve parties were a lavish affair. Set in the luxurious penthouse that he owned which he would only use for parties he hosted. There was a myriad of alcohol—all from the finest and most renowned brands—to choose from. There was music, there was dancing, there was a fucking champagne fountain for Christ's sake.

For a party hosted by some college student, it sure was a grand event. From freshmen to seniors, everyone attended it, dressed in their finest cocktail attires and fancy shoes.

For a party with so many attractions to catch the eye, Gojo Satoru and his best friend Geto Suguru took the cake. The pair could never be separated, may it be in the various parties and events they attended or when they were strolling the college campus. While Gojo was the louder, more exuberant and outgoing out of the two, Geto's genuine smile—whenever he was around his best friend—was hard to miss.

It was Geto's smile that always made your heart flutter.

You remember the first time you had noticed Geto Suguru. A simple, ravishingly attractive man, who sat two seats in front of you. He probably was not the teacher's favourite with the way he often got into little discussions and debates with the professors regarding the day's topics if he disagreed with certain aspects of it. Always polite and respectful but with a conniving smile on his lips nonetheless if he proved his point of view to be correct. His voice was always calm in class and he never stepped back from expressing his opinions. You thought it was a phenomenal quality to have.

You would see him often during breaks, his usual spot being a few tables away from yours. His rambunctious best friend was always at his side along with a girl who would always have a cigarette between her lips. Shoko Ieiri—you later learnt—was her name. Your friends and you would often not care, but sometimes, Gojo's mirthful laughter echoed throughout the area and you were bound to see Geto shake his head with a little snicker of his own at his friend's nuances. That's how you came to know of Geto. A well sought after, smart, insanely attractive and—from what you've heard— a polite and kind individual. You had admired Geto from a distance for a whole of three years now. The conversations you had with him could be counted on one hand but he had always been sweet to you. You wondered if he even remembered you. You did have flings here and there but you had always had that little spot of affection in your heart for the man who was Geto Suguru.

In the three years that you have been in this college of yours, you have never attended Gojo Satoru's new year's eve parties. You had heard stories and every year you had promised yourself to attend it. However, every year your mother called you back home to celebrate the holidays with your family and you could never deny it. Your friends initially complained but they understood your position and promised to tell you all the things that happened. One year you heard the crazy new year's kiss one of your friends had with a boy she met there and how magical it all seemed. The other year they told you how Gojo and Geto both got shit faced drunk and danced to every song until they physically dropped on the floor, unable to move and Shoko had to come take them away with a sigh. You learnt how Gojo normally avoided alcohol, feasting on the many desserts instead and how Geto and Shoko were often seen smoking a cigarette on the balcony together. You too wanted to attend this annual event, that was like a myth to you.

This year allowed that. With your father planning an impromptu vacation for only your mother and himself, you had the perfect opportunity to finally attend the party you had wanted to go to since your freshman year.

It was 31st December and you were beyond excited. Your friends had been elated to know that you would finally visit Gojo's party with them and they took it upon themselves to get you dolled up and ready for it, paying no heed to your complaints of "I can do it myself."

That's how you found yourself in Gojo's penthouse. The place was bustling with noises—music, talking, whistles (which you assumed were directed to the people who were dancing). The place was huge, something way out of your imagination. There were lights and decorations that increased the beauty of the place ten folds. And there was that goddamned champagne fountain that everyone talked about. “Gojo Satoru is rich,” was the very first thought that crossed your mind after a moment of awe and speechlessness.

"He's crazy rich," your friend, Aoi, laughed.

Oh, so your thoughts might have slipped out from your mouth.

"I'm sure Geto is too. Didn't you see his motorcycle in the parking area? That has to belong to some super loaded dude," your other friend, Saeko commented.

"Didn't you have a thing for Geto, y/n?" Saeko wiggled her eyebrows at you as she crossed her arms, a smirk evident on her lips.

"Eh, kinda. I mean, he's okay to look at I guess," you shrugged, making your way to the bar. The college parties you went to never had a bar. The alcohol had to be derived from the kitchen and most of the time, it was some sort of jungle juice.

"Oh shut up, you like him," Aoi smacked your back as she settled herself beside you on the bar stool.

"I never denied that," you winked at her as you downed the tequila, the bartender served the three of you.

"Having fun so far?" An unknown voice made the three of you turn your heads. Gojo Satoru. Standing tall in front of you, a lazy grin on his face and for heaven knows what reason his stupid sunglasses covering his eyes even at 11 in the night.

"Gojo Satoru," Saeko crossed her legs, leaning back on the bar counter as she smiled at him.

"In the flesh ma'am," he winked at her. A charming wink that girls would often faint over.

"That didn't answer my question though. Having fun?" He asked again.

"What would you offer as compensation if we said we weren't," he laughed at Saeko's little bantering comment. He knew she didn't mean it. Everyone had the time of their lives at Gojo Satoru's party.

"Oh Saeko, you have been coming here for the past two years. No need to lie to me, sweetheart. However—if I have, by chance—failed you this year, do dance with me. That'll be compensation enough," he winked at her.

"And they say chivalry is dead," your friend shook her head.

"I noticed you brought a friend this year?" His eyes raked over to you as he offered you a welcoming smile.

You returned it with a wave of your own.

"That's y/n. She didn't wanna miss out on this year's party," Aoi introduced you as she sipped on her strawberry daiquiri.

"Great to meet you y/n. I hope my little party meets your expectations," before you could counter his comment of the party being "little" a velvet smooth voice laced with mild jest interrupted your conversation.

"Don't annoy the guests Satoru," and there he was beside his best friend, Geto Suguru. His long black hair tied in a semi bun, an earring dangling from his right ear and a cheshire grin on his lips. Geto Suguru was a beautiful man to look at.

"I could never do that Suguru," Gojo turned to look at his best friend as his grin widened.

"Saeko brought a friend with her. I was just acquainting myself. Meet y/n."

Geto's eyes slid over to your figure, his smile softening. You could feel yourself warming up under his soft and welcoming gaze.

"You are in my psychology class," he said as he offered you his hand for a shake.

"I am," you shook his hand, the feeling of his fingers against yours, erupting little butterflies in your stomach. The coolness of his many rings against your warm hand sent shivers down your spine.

"I think I need that dance Gojo," Saeko said over the blasting music and the male was quick to respond. Giving her his hand, Gojo led your friend away towards the dance floor. She turned around to wink at you and Aoi before the pair disappeared.

You could only laugh at her antics. Saeko was a known flirt and you had heard how every year she would have a little fun with Gojo. This was the first time you had seen it and you could not help but laugh. Good god that girl knew what she was doing.

"Every damn year this happens," Geto chuckled as he leaned on the counter behind you. "I don't know if I want those two to be together or not with how much they flirt on this one day every year."

Aoi excused herself with a smirk, leaving you alone with Geto. Based on how the night went, you would either thank her or strangle her, but that was a problem for later.

"Why have I never seen you here y/n?" Geto looked over at you, tilting his head in question. His smile never left his face.

"Got caught up with my family every year. Decided to be here for a change," you ordered a glass of sangria, diverting from the tequila you were having earlier.

"I hope you can hold your liquor,"

"Aren't you a gentleman Geto," you smiled up at him.

"Oh yeah I definitely am," he nodded his head, mocking your smile. "Call me Suguru."

"Okay Suguru," you pat his shoulder.

"Care for a dance?" He looked at the dancing bodies and then at you, motioning his head towards the dance floor.

"Uhh, I've got two left feet. I'm afraid I'll scare people away with my dancing," you cringed.

His jubilant laughter filled your ears as his head rolled back, eyes crinkling. Your eyes widened slightly at the beauty of the sight in front of you. You did not quite understand if the slight intoxicating feeling that you felt was due to the alcohol you consumed or the laugh that he offered.

"Don't worry about that. Half of us got two left feet, me included. Come on," before you could protest, Geto was already pulling you towards the dance floor.

The next few seconds were a whirlwind. One second you were sipping your sangria and the next you were in the middle of the dance floor, a hoard of sweaty bodies surrounding you and Geto's hands held your waist tightly. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck as he smiled reassuringly at you. Your initial nervousness faded as Geto started swaying to the beat. Before you could process anything, you were there with him, living in the moment. You both danced to the music as his arms wrapped around you, twirling you around and swaying you. Somewhere between your dancing, you spotted Gojo and Saeko. She twirled in his arms, laughing as she landed on his chest.

"Cute aren't they?" Geto screamed in your ear over the blasting music.

"She never told me about this," you shook your head at him.

"Oh this is their annual ritual. They'll flirt for one night and pretend that the other does not exist for the rest of the year," he twirled you again. "I've told Satoru to just date her and he always says 'nah she is not into me.' I swear to god he's so stupid at times,"

"I think they'd make a hot couple, don't you?" You smiled at your dance partner.

"Oh absolutely."

Geto could feel a sense of warmth in his chest as he saw you letting yourself free, enjoying and dancing to your heart's extent. The pounding in his chest increased and he blamed it on his dancing.

He had always known you as the quiet student in his psychology class who sometimes answered the professor's questions. The few times you had talked was in class whenever you had to add points to open discussions. He had always found you to be pretty. He didn't know you personally till now, but he had seen you with Saeko, sitting a few tables away from theirs. He was glad he finally got to talk to the person he had been gaining the courage to talk to properly for a while now.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked you as he pulled you close.

"Where are you gonna take me?" You poked his nose.

Geto laced his fingers with yours and pulled you out of the crowded area as he took you upstairs. He led you to a balcony that looked down at the city below. You had never really been this high up somewhere so you were awestruck by the view. The cars zoomed past below and the city donned a look you had never seen before. Lights decorated the buildings, light dusts of snow covered the streets as they fell from the sky above.

"Like what you see huh?" Geto snickered.

"This is wonderful—what—I have been missing several things," you leaned over the balcony to get a better look.

"Easy now, don't want you falling over. Also, yeah. This is like my escape, you know. When I get a bit exhausted by the party I come here, especially for the new year's countdown. I like seeing the fireworks," you had completely forgotten that it was new year's in a few minutes now.

"Shit how long since it's the new year?" You gasped at him.

Geto took out his phone from his pocket, squinting his eyes at the screen before putting it away.

"Uh four more minutes," he leaned on the balcony railing as he looked at you.

You could hear the test firecrackers going off in the distance. One then two and they stopped for a moment.

"You look absolutely gorgeous by the way," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You don't look too bad yourself. I especially like what you've done with your hair," you gestured at your own to make him understand.

"You like my hair?"

"Oh absolutely. It's stunning. Do tell me your hair care routine."

"Maybe I can text it to you?" He dipped his head down towards you.

"Are you asking for my number Geto Suguru?" You gasped in mock surprise. "Scandalous."

He was opening his mouth to probably say something witty when you both heard it. The countdown to the new year. Loud voices from the floor below started counting. The last ten seconds of this year.

10...

You both looked at the door and then at each other as you shared a small laugh.

9...

He came ever so close to you.

8...

His gaze was set on your eyes as you fiddled with the locket that rested on your chest. The intensity of his gaze made your insides jump.

7...

His hand travelled down to your waist, holding it with a light grip.

6...

Your eyes travelled down from his dark obsidian eyes to his lips as he licked them with a swipe of his tongue. What you would give to just feel them on yours.

5...

"You know I always did think you were a beautiful person. From the moment I first saw you in psychology," he whispered, his breath hot on your face.

4...

"Yea I kinda thought you were okay looking too,"

3...

He laughed at your comment as he pulled you closer by your waist, “just okay?”

2...

You could feel his lips hovering over yours, his eyes fluttering shut just like yours.

“Just okay…” you whispered.

1...

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The echoes of the plethora of drunk college kids had become background noises the moment you crashed your lips on his.

You could hear the confetti pop and the firecrackers burst lighting the dark midnight sky with a million colours but all that mattered in the moment were his lips that moved in perfect sync with yours. Your hands gripped his hair as his own grip on your waist became tighter. He trapped you against the balcony railing and one of his hands came up to cup your face as he slightly tilted his head in a way to deepen the kiss. You could feel his lips perfectly fit with yours, a taste of mint on his tongue. His cologne invaded your senses, jumbling up your mind further. He smelled of nashi pear, cardamom and vetiver with a hint of woody musk. You felt yourself falling apart due to his entrancing aroma. Kissing Geto Suguru made your stomach do several somersaults and your heart was so erratic in its beating, it could jump out of your ribcage. This felt like a dream. Hell, was this even real?

You pulled away for breath as your eyes scanned his face. There was adoration in his own two dark eyes and something akin to lust.

"Happy new year Suguru," you raked your finger through his hair as his head dropped down on your shoulder.

"Happy new year y/n," he planted a gentle kiss on your shoulder before pecking your neck.

A loud squeal in the very next second, broke the two of you apart.

"OH MY GOD SUGURU, YOU'RE GETTING BITCHES?" Gojo Satoru was smiling mischievously with Saeko by his side.

"Shut up Satoru," Suguru groaned at his best friend rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"I hate you so much, your timing is the worst," he flipped him off before pulling you to his side.

"In my defence I didn't know you would bring someone here this year. Every year you are alone—"

"SHUT UP SATORU," Geto yelled in embarrassment as a tint of red covered his cheeks.

"You don't bring girls here often?" You asked amused.

"Oh he never does. This is the first time!" Gojo stated proudly.

"You're annoying them Satoru," Saeko smacked Gojo's head as the latter whined about everyone being mean to him.

"Ok what is going on? I searched the whole penthouse and you all are here?" A panting Aoi burst through the door.

"Y/n got the guy," Saeko said casually and it was your turn to turn a shade of red.

"SAEKO!?"

"Y/n got the guy? You mean Geto?" She looked over at the two of you as Geto waved at her with a smile.

"Ok this is huge?! Y/n oh my god finally," she squealed in her hands.

"Ok the lot of you can leave you know? Just give us some time alone, geez," you ushered your friends away including Gojo who would not leave without giving Suguru a rough smack on his back.

"Did you like me? You know, before this?" He took your hand in his as he rubbed circles on the back of each of them.

"Kind of," you sighed. "I mean I guess I did have a small crush on you?"

"Okay so now we definitely need that number," he tilted your chin up as he pecked you lightly before bumping his forehead with your.

You could say you had a pretty eventful start to the new year.

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01zfan · 1 month

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understanding my faith pt. 4 | l. at

church boy!anton x fem. reader | 3.3k words

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTON! this is a compilation of a few requests and some other things i got in my inbox heh. also looked it up out of curiosity and anton actually was born on a sunday LMFAO?

contains: religious imagery and metaphors

umf: part one | part two | part three | part four

anton was born on a sunday. it was the first warm day of the season, marking the unofficial start of spring. anton heard the stories of the sun breaking through the storm clouds in the middle of the sermon. the congregation watched in silence as the beam of light casted through the stained glass to shine on the podium. it was then, as if lit on fire by the light that his mother began wailing. despite having a swollen stomach underneath unnecessary layers of clothes she still attended church passionately.

she got up from the pew and stumbled towards the exit, hand on her stomach while groaning in pain. many rushed to her aide but the beam of light was faster. it shined on her back, and when it disappeared behind another cluster of clouds a screaming baby was left in its place. anton was birthed in the aisle between two rows of pews while his mother was surrounded by confused parishioners.

if anton’s mom was treated like the virgin mary then anton was baby christ. he was too young to remember the offerings he received en masse. envelopes full of cash were slipped into his carseat and everyone constantly offered to hold him. anton had fleeting memories of people coming to him when he could first form full sentences, asking for guidance or for his well wishes. that was when he was still mischievous—prayers came with the small price of chocolate or banana milk.

every year when anton’s birthday came around, his church celebrated . when anton was younger he believed his congregation was celebrating him. but there was no cake, only food that received blessings from the bible. none of his friends were there, only people from his flock. he wasn’t at the arcade where he wanted to be, instead surrounded by trees and log cabins. anton received no gift he truly wanted. when he wanted the newest action figure he only got lessons on how to fish and forage for food.

by the time he was fifteen, anton dreaded seeing his birthdate on the calendar. a whole weekend gone every year, lost in the woods on an unnecessary church retreat. over time, anton started filling in the gaps of the story he heard through the grapevine. the story was beautiful and meant alot to the church, but he could tell their were aspects of the sotry that didn’t fit the narrative. his mother would grimace and shake her head anytime anton tried to dig deeper. there was still a red stain in the carpet of the nave, where it seeped through and painted the wood crimson. anton imagined his mother’s frightened face—he’s now the same age she was when she gave birth for her entire world to see.

the more gaps in the story that were filled the more anton felt sympathy for his mother. he was always a dutiful son and loyal member to the church. he never complained about having to go into the woods during his birthday weekend. but when he realized what it took from his mother every year he started making the effort to vocalize how grateful he was. he was the first one to offer up his skills in fishing and led prayer. he listened to the prayers of people who still remembered that anton was a gift from god.

anton was twenty now and this trip was different. he was truly grateful beaming like the same light that shined down on his mother. he was grateful because he got to break bread with you, even if you sat on the opposite end of the table. he stole glances at you over the plates of fish and fruit, and raised the blood of christ in your direction. the fear of being caught again should’ve taught you two a lesson. a random face in the crowd whispered to anton after the night in the parking lot, saying that she knew what had happened.

“cursed for the same fate like your mother.” she sneered.

the blood drained from anton’s face when hearing her words. you were there behind him, backing his voice the same way you did when performing for the church. you came to his defense, puffing your chest and shaking your head.

denial fell from your lips quickly, and anton blindly corroborated. your words were confident but anton could see the tremor in your hands and the way your pupils shook. you were both lucky that the woman was silenced, saying something along the lines that she will be held in the good graces of anton’s parents from now on.

a week had passed and you two haven’t let yourselves be in the same room together since. it was a test for the both of you, about temptation and if the chance of getting caught was worth it. anton learned that he didn’t care, and that you cared even less.

there were short moments in the days leading up to the retreat. anton following you as you passed him in the hallway, slipping notes when you would join hands to sing hymns. anton barely got the chance to touch you anymore and it had an effect on him. anton would usually be able to hold his wants at bay, but lack of contact made him desperate. a simple look from you sat at the forefront of his mind. he spent the rest of the day finding your name in hymns and the separate letters that spelled your name in the bible.

he would never tell you, but at his lowest he went into the confessional booth alone and thought of you. in the darkness of the booth he could see the last night you spent together. in the shadows he was able to project the image of his car windows fogging and the way it rocked back and forth. when anton remembered your clammy hand pressed on his broad chest he couldn’t stop his own hand. he touched himself in the cramped space of the booth. his knees pressed to the wooden walls, with so much force that they creaked. the sound drowned out his grunts and the wet sound of him fucking his hand. he imagine you on your knees in front of him in prayer when he made a mess over his knuckles and slacks. he slumped in the booth, looking through the small holes trying to come to terms with what he had done. anton was able to rationalize his actions—it was easy to ask for forgiveness when he was already here.

“forgive me father for i have sinned.” anton said quietly to himself.

he had gotten too used to saying that phrase. he had to say it nearly every night leading up to the trip. he couldn’t keep his hands off himself when he thought of you. the problem only compounded while being here. he was alone in his cabin, the one single gift he got for his birthday. while he was alone, he got the chance to do anything he wanted. he spent that time thinking of you, and what he would do to you when you got the chance to finally be together again.

anton laid on his duvet in only his boxers. he stared at the fan above him, how it did slow revolutions. anton barely felt air circulating in the room even though the room felt like it was closing in on him. trying to control his breath didn’t work, the harder he tried the more desperate he became. he could almost hear your breathy moans as he pinched the fabric of his boxers in his hand. he unnecessarily teased himself the whole trip. he had worked himself up the whole trip as some sort of punishment. anton only had to touch his thigh lightly to have his dick twitching in his underwear. the tent in his pants obstructed his vision when he looked down, and if he stared at it for too long he would twitch again.

anton had almost given in when he heard a rock tap on his window. he was so inside of his mind that he didn’t hear what was going on around him. he could only hear your voice and see your face. he imagined you crawling up his body, your weight causing craters in the mattress that caused his body to lean. anton could barely move in this position, only breathe heavily as the vision of your face got closer and closer to his. when your lips ghosted over his the sound of a tiny pebble was heard again.

anton shot up in his bed, pulled from his trance. he could feel the precum seeping through the cotton of his underwear and his body already felt weak. he had half a mind when the tiny sound filled his room again. his head found the sound, and he grabbed a folded blanket off his bed to hide his weakness for you as he got off the bed.

timid steps took him to his cabin window, and he could see you on the other side of the glass. the blanket was forgotten on the ground as anton lifted his window. anton didn’t hesitate to take out the screen of the window so he could fully lean part of his body out. he should’ve looked from side to side quickly to check that you weren’t followed, but he only saw you.

“what are you doing here?” anton whispered.

you smiled before walking closer to his window.

“it’s your birthday.” you said simply.

anton nodded, still looking at you. you got on your tiptoes, and anton leaned so far down that your foreheads touched.

“can i come inside?” you asked.

any part of anton that would’ve denied had left him a long time ago. all that was left was you in his mind, and how you looked up at him from your position outside. he nodded and reached his hands out to grab yours. when your hold on his hands was tight enough he used a portion of his strength to help you through the open space in his window.

you didn’t need his help. you cleared most of the way, but you couldn’t stop yourself from stumbling trying to regain your balance. anton held you close, stumbling with you until you both steadied. he had your arms pressed to your chest, constricting you in a way that left you looking up to him helplessly. anton could tell you felt all of him when your eyes widened and your nails dug into your palm. you took a glance down. past the place where your two bodies touched antons hard dick pressed into your torso.

“did you miss me?” you asked.

“breaking bread with you wasn’t enough.” anton said quietly.

“are you giving into temptation?” you ask, tilting your head.

your words are playful as your eyes drift to anton’s lips. he is serious when he speaks, pulling you closer into him.

“can you feel it?” anton whispers.

you nod your head, and quickly peer behind anton to find the bed. the walk back to the bed is slow. neither of you kiss, only breathe in heavily as you find your footing.

by the time you both find it there’s no use. the back of anton’s legs hit the soft edges of his mattress, causing him to fall backwards. you stay upright, and your eyes stay on the tent still in anton’s pants. he lets you feast on him as he backs up further on the bed, until he can lay his full body down comfortably.

anton watches you get undressed at the foot of his bed. you take off each article of clothing slowly, your pants pool at your ankles and you toss your shirt to anton. he grabs it and brings it to his face, breathing in all he can take. you watch mesmerized on the other end, mouth agape when he thrusts upwards into nothing. anton’s cheeks turn rosy but he is not embarrassed. he continues to let his hips jerk and his dick twitch. you both break bread for the second time that night, feeding off eachother’s reactions.

when you can’t take it anymore, you crawl onto the bed. the same way in anton’s visions, a grueling slow pace where your body is almost touching his. anton forces himself to be still. not only does he have to be ready to take whatever you give him, but he is also afraid if he moves too much the cliff he’s balancing on will disappear underneath his feet. so he stays still as your eyes travel from the tent in his pants to the hair on his head.

you were on your knees beside anton’s body, leaned over until your clothed chest touched his. anton felt one of your hands start at his knuckles, freeing his hand from the hold it had on his boxers. you place his palms facing upright. anton slightly shook his head—he was not strong enough to be so vulnerable in his sensitive state underneath you. you nodded your head and pressed your wet lips to his ear.

“i will never leave you nor forsake you.” you whispered.

anton took a deep breath, swallowing his pride and kept his palms facing towards the ceiling.

“you are blessed.” you said underneath your breath.

this is when anton nods in agreement. the way you touch his palm and drag your hand up his arm makes anton think he is favored by something bigger than himself. when your hand glides across his collarbones and up his neck anton’s hand snaps to grab you at your elbow. the sudden movement causes you to pause, and you look down at him. anton’s eyes feel wet as he looks up at you. his dick twitches and he can feel it getting even harder. the tent in his pants moves as his heavy dick slaps against his stomach. the thought of you touching him fills his mind, so much that anton has the urge to flip you over.

“it’s been so long.” anton chokes out.

you nod and grab his hand that rests on the bed. you look down between your two bodies, looking past his dick that weeps for your attention to find his hand. you lift it slowly, until anton’s palm cups your heat. you sigh heavily and he indulges himself for a second, pressing a finger to your panties to feel the wet spot. you close your eyes briefly and press your forehead against anton’s.

“i waited for you for years, so why do i feel like this after a week?” you ask.

anton can’t bring himself to mention sin at a time like this. he had built an understanding that sin was just a reworked virtue. lust was a product of his never ending love and his need to please you. it was a gift to be with you, and lust helped him explore aspects of your union in the private spaces you two created. so anton lets of a breath and guides your hand to his heavy dick. it twitches upwards, looking for your warmth before you can even touch him. when you grab his length with conviction over the fabric of his boxers anton thrusts into your fist. his free hand guides one of your legs over his body. once you straddle him you let your body rest into him fully. you pull your hand away from his dick to replace it with your clothed heat.

“you can feel all of me soon.” you say quickly.

“i can’t wait any longer.” anton whimpers.

anton’s hand was still selfishly placed on your center. he worked his way up, until it was just a singular finger pressing slightly into your clit. all of his restraint went into not rubbing revolutions on the sensitive bundle of nerves. but anton knew you well enough to know that giving you a inch made you take a mile. he knew that you would be trying your best to chance after the dull sensation of a finger pressed to your clit that it would drive you to rut your hips into his.

anton responded just as desperate, chasing the feeling of his stiff dick having nowhere to go. he wanted to feel you wrapped around him while he got lost in the halls of your labyrinth. but anton didn’t want to stop seeing your chest jump in the confines of your bra while you pressed your hips into his with a reckless abandon.

“i’ll make this your best birthday.” you gasp.

your breathing started to become heavy and anton was reduced to actions. he nodded, showing you how grateful he was for you but moved a hand to your ass to press you on his dick. he needed more so much more that he would bare the burden to cum in his pants like he had never been touch before. all he needed you to do was keep swiveling your hips and place wet kisses on his face.

anton was thankful you knew what he needed. the way you always took care of him made a stone form in his throat. when you kissed his jawline anton couldn’t hold back.

“i’m sorry. i can’t wait any longer.” he whimpered.

you only continued moving your hips the same way, feeling your slick and anton’s precum mix on the fabric of your underwear.

“don’t be sorry.” you said clearly.

you kissed his forehead and pulled him up, so you guys were both sitting upwards on the bed. the position change confused anton, but you started leading him. you alternated between bounding and grinding on his dick, and anton’s hands on your side helped you with how much pressure he needed. anton’s held tilted back, and he focused on the fans slow moving blades. your quiet moans were gentle like the air circulating in his room, and the gentle bed creaks put anton in a trance.

your hand on his face brought anton back to reality. he had you on top of him, and your eyebrows were knit the same way they were when you were trying to read latin. your mouth opened and anton took it as an invitation to place his lips on yours.

he could only slip his tongue into your mouth for a second before he felt the coil in the pit of his stomach wind again. he pulled away from you as it twisted all around his body, and he pulled you in when it snapped. anton felt his heavy dick strain against the fabric as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. you moaned while still riding him, and a pulling hand in anton’s hair prolonged the feeling across his body.

“i love you.” anton muttered over and over again.

“i love you too.” you mumbled back.

you followed shortly after him, pulling away so you could rest your hands on anton’s calves. he watched your abs flex as you continued to swivel your hips. all anton had to do was press that same finger to your clit to make you freeze. the wet spot on your panties from anton’s cum became darker as your legs shook around him. your eyes screwed shut and you instinctually turned your head away from anton to bite down on your shoulder. it kept you quiet enough to avoid the walls that had ears.

“my angel.” anton cooed.

you could only whine in response, and shake your head when anton teased you over your underwear. you pushed him back onto the bed, and you let all of your body weight rest on anton’s chest. you could feel his dick soften between your two bodies. when the cold wetness of your underwear made you shift, anton kept you pressed to his chest with a strong arm on your back.

anton laid with you until sunday came. both of you were so tired, so spent from time apart that you laid together in silence. you both watched to fan slowly rotate in the darkness until it was illuminated in the morning light. you left, this time through the front door and after kissing anton for every year he’s blessed the earth.

#requestz #seriez: sacrilegious #seriez: understanding my faith #01zfan: anton #anton smut #riize smut

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*ordering fast food voice* Can I get uhhh...

Solo Phar/ma drabble?

Mayybee with him being jealous over Rat/chet and Dri/ft's relationship, specifically invested in the food and eating aspect. So he just fantasizes and imagines that he's being fed by Rat/chet or whatever while stuffing his face...

idk I just really like anthing with Phar/ma :3

( I did miss one aspect of your request, I am so sorry but here it is)

Life wasn’t fair.

Pha/rma slammed himself back in his chair, crossed his arms over his cockpit, and pouted. The jet could obsessively spy on the other Doctor using spy cameras, and he did not like what he saw.

And just what did he see?

Rat/chet apparently took the plunge and conj/ux’ed up with some other, less deserving mech. Some ex’C/on named Dr/ift. His love was getting all lovey-dovey with a sportscar, nonetheless. Cuddles. Kisses. His dear Rat/chet was all smiles and laughs as he spent his evenings pampering over this…this… pretty boy buy-mech.

What did Rat/chet ever do for him? Pha/rma growled, taking another massive bite of his snack. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I won’t be able to make it to your ceremony. I have to work late,’ or ‘That was tonight?’ His personal favorite was, ‘You knew I was busy and couldn’t get the night off…’

That line still cut deeply. Was it asking too much to have his peer with him to celebrate his achievements?

Obviously, that answer was yes. The red-and-white Doctor always seemed to have an excuse to get away from doing things with him. Slag, he doubted his colleague even cared when they were separated so far away when the whole Del/phi post came up.

Pha/rma snorted as he shoved a massive mouthful of chocolate cake and its wrapper tossed onto the floor. Optics furrowed as he angrily sucked icing off his fingers. Rat/chet never made time for him, yet tripped all over this Dr/ift douchebag. Yeah, optics rolled at that truth.

Just what did this grounder have that he didn’t? Pri/mus, he was a prestigious doctor and was from the same class! Just who wouldn’t want a refined, cultured mech such as himself hanging on your arm as you gloated around the party, boasting of one’s accomplishments? The jet’s optics furrowed as a toothy sneer appeared on his face.

One of those accomplishments should be sporting such a catch of a con/jux! He was talking of himself, mind you, not this…this silly imposter that stole his glory! The grounder wasn’t even that good-looking!

With a heavy sigh, Pha/rma blindly reached for a box of fancy chocolates as his stomach grumbled. The fancy ribbon was ripped off, and the lid was pushed aside. Without tearing his optics off the video screen, fingers idly snagged a candy and popped it into his mouth. The sweetness of the cadmium rushed across his tongue, only temporarily numbing the pain of watching his crush swoon over another mech. Even when he pinched and rubbed at his now swollen belly, the sting of anger and jealousy did not ebb. But one after the other, those candies were devoured. One by one, his gut grew taunt.

Apparently, the jet wasn’t the only one who developed a sweet tooth.

Over the spying sessions of the surveillance cameras, Rat/chet loved providing a slew of different foods for Dr/ift to taste. By the swelling of that swords/mech’s frame, Dr/ift enjoyed consuming them. So, now Pha/rma had to endure watching his medic spoon-feed the disgusting ex-C/on.

And watch in envy at all the belly rubs that ensured. Yeah, his first balking at Dr/ift getting fatter was filled with laughter and ridicule: just look how that once sleek frame rounded out! It wouldn’t take long for Rat/chet to ditch this pig and come running to where he belongs: in HIS arms!

But something must be wrong with Rat/chet’s processor, for instead of being repulsed, his servo couldn’t stop groping. Those hands- technically, his hands- kneaded and caressed that chubby belly all hours of the evening. Rolls were gently pinched and loving swats slapped the amble aft. Ratch just couldn’t get enough of that ever-softening frame.

Seeing the playful banter, love-struck smiles, and ogling optics made Pha/rma sick! This should have been him! But now, all he could do was stare at this screen in the middle of the night and watch what should have been his.

Rat/chet should be feeding him spoonful after spoonful of such fine, decadent sweets! Those hands should ghost over his frame, tickle down his cockpit, and snake into the seams of his plating! It would be sublime to lay across the CMO’s frame, having the grounder whisper how great yours truly was in his audial as warm smiles were tossed for his enjoyment! To have his godly frame worshipped….

Why did Rat/chet never touch him like that? His belly needed rubbing. His plating had long grown taunt with the onslaught of never-ending sweets shoved down his maws. His once sleek frame softened, love handles gathered along his sides, and his thighs thickened. Slag, his cockpit had more difficulty clicking back into place upon transforming back into root mode.

Everything Dr/ift had, he had. Everything Dr/ift could provide, he could offer better.

The jet grimaced, swallowing hard before banging his servo on his chest. Reaching for the fizzy ener/gon drink, Pha/rma took a hearty swig. The sting of the strong carbonation was ignored as he chugged, hoping to drown his sorrows. His chair squeaked and groaned, threatening to give out, as he leaned back to tip the rest of the beverage from the bottle.

The only thing this accomplished was making his tummy swell and churn even more. Painful quakes erupted, placing such an uncomfortable pressure on his insides. It felt like he swallowed a bomb that was on the verge of exploding. A loud, high-pitched wail emitted from his midsection as servos clutched the quivering mass.

‘Pri/mus,’ Pha/rma muttered, closing his optics as this pressure rose in his throat. His pedes shuffled uncomfortably on the floor as the jet squirmed in his seat. A fist banged on his chest again. He cleared his throat.

If only Rat/chet were here to soothe his aching belly! To feel those servo caress his belly, working out the clenching and spasming with his touch, would simply be divine. Pha/rma’s own hands rubbed tiny little circles across his angry paunch, but it wasn’t the same. It would feel- and look- so much better if Rat/chet were on his knees worshipping his stuffed belly… placing kisses along his acquired stretch marks, cooing nice words to him, and calming this grumbling monster!

“Blllooooourrrrrrrgghhhaaaaapppp!” Pha/rma’s optics shot wide open at the uncultured behavior.

The sound echoed through the empty room, reminding him of how alone he was.

Rat/chet would never be here.

Rat/chet never wanted him.

Rat/chet never took notice of him.

Now was the time to dig into that rich, red velvet cake.

#chubformers #Siberat prompts #siberat chubby drabbles

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wait that’s so cool omg!!! I love that you’re living your best life there!! honestly it does sound like philippines in terms of the whole tattoos and piercings aspect. however they’re only ‘okay’ with it when it’s a celebrity with those :/

but anyway DON’T APOLOGISE i love learning new things about people!! I hope you don’t mind me asking about the food :> I’m such a foodie!! what are your favourites?! I’ve been wanting to try jajangmyeon for a while but my friends say they can’t seem to find authentic enough restaurants here that has it 🥹 and idk if this sounds weird, but ik some foods are to be eaten for certain occasions, is that the same for jajangmyeon too?

omg are you filipina?! i just visited in november! my best friend is too hehe

also i’d had a txt thought before that somehow had to do w the philippines but i literally do NOT remember it whatsoever ㅠㅠ i never posted it cuz i didn’t think anyone would relate to it argh

but oooooooh my favorite korean foods… i loveee 로제 떡볶이 (rosé tteokbeokki) a CONCERNING amount lmao like i eat it all the time 💀 with lots of cheese hehe. also korean fried chicken is no joke. so many unique flavors and so much better than any other fried chicken i’ve had. and yes 짜장면 !!!! jjajangmyeon is one of my favs too, and no you can eat it any time! there’s a 짜장면 restaurant right next to where i work so my coworkers and i go eat there a lot. another of my favorites is 닭갈비 (dakgalbi) which is like stir-fried chicken with veggies and 떡 (tteok, rice cake). i always add cheese and stuff to mine it’s so yummy 😵‍💫 there’s more that i could list but i’m rambling again LOL

and ofc i don’t mind! you can ask me anything you want, i love sharing about korea!

#ask mj ♡#taegimood #mootie smiles!🧋

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i’m hereeeee!! hi love <3

🧨 DYNAMITE - a random angsty headcanon.

❤️‍🔥 FLAMING HEART - what are their turn-ons / turn-offs?

💙 BLUE HEART - what is / are their love language(s)?

🪞 MIRROR - do they like the person that they are? do they have any regrets?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like to celebrate it?

these are for both seid and leone please :33

hurray nene! hi baby <3 let’s see

🧨 DYNAMITE

seid is a very quiet and lowkey person, he doesn’t get upset very easily at all— nor does he like conflict, he’ll just go quiet on you. no argument or nothing but at the very least somewhat of a heated debate, no raising of voice involved at all. on his part at least, but best believe if you get a little too loud with him he’ll ask you to lower your tone, in that deep rhythmic voice he got.

leone is the type of girl who thinks she knows everything, she’s stubborn as fuck and she’ll tell you something like it’s a fact. will sound so sure of herself you’d think she knows what she’s talking about. of course she’s not always wrong, she’s smart like that. although there was this one time where she was just talking shit and was kissed to shut her up. she kinda liked it.

❤️‍🔥 FLAMING HEART

seid is a fan of anything sensually inclined.. such as slow kisses, on the lips, on his neck, without tongue, with it (preferred). he likes to take his time when it comes to sex, foreplay is his favorite part. he also reaally likes body worship, having photographic memory makes it twice as fun. enjoys making a mess too. turnoffs for him is anything that’s rushed into.

leoné is a pleaser. she loves to please and be pleased in return, like a reward. a big turn on for her is watching as someone goes down on her.. disappearing between the gap of her thighs, she really likes being choked too and kissed after. turnoffs for her …? n/a. she’ll try anything once, and there’s much to discover.

💙 BLUE HEART

like i said seid is very quiet, therefore he’s always shown love through ways that don’t require a lot of talking. a big one for him is gift giving, will just paint you something or buy you something random that reminded him of you. funnily enough, he’s good with words due to his creative nature. his mom has a box full of birthday and mother’s day cards engraved with poetry from her youngest son.

leoné has a look. she’s shy in certain aspects of things, especially when it comes to her true feelings. but eyes don’t lie. she’ll look at you with a glimmer in those big brown eyes and you just know. i think that’s a love language in itself, you just gotta pay attention.

🪞MIRROR

seid has never disliked himself. he hates the things he does sometimes. but for the most part he finds comfort in who he is, and what he believes in. but sometimes, he finds himself sometimes regretting not speaking up when he should’ve. or reaching out.

leoné likes herself but she thinks she could like herself a little more. she’s confident about a lot of things, she knows when she looks good. she’s comfortable. her regrets….? so many.

🎂BIRTHDAY CAKE

seid was born on august 24th, 2001 (virgo). he enjoys spending his birthday with his family, doing the whole cake, candles and song. he’s not a big party person.

leoné was born on nov 06th, 2003 (scorpio). on her birthday she likes to ride around the city to different restaurants and get her little freebies, treat herself to nice things whether that be with friends or just by her own.

#god this was soooo fun #THANK U FOR THE ASK NENE ILYYYYY #i would get into their regrets more but i can’t give any spoilers hehehe.#i love them sm goodbye.#seid morrison #leone markin #oc lore #<333 #leoné is so cute she’s like a little nerdy bimbo #oc #answered asks #ask game

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Hiya I’m sending this to a bunch of blogs I check and you’re one of them. First of all I want to say thank you for all the entertainment and the safe space you have always provided. I became a fan of him around 2020 and in all honesty I never bought the whole Disney Prince image but I thought he was a decent guy and enjoyed his films and his persona. I understand that his job comes with a variety of different problems and requirements some which we will never be able to comprehend or understand so I’m not going to pretend to be an expert. Personally I’m team pr because of all the proof that’s been provided and personally it doesn’t seem real even the general public have agreed when making odd comments. After the article last night however I’m not a fan and ik I don’t have to announce this or make a big deal but I’m out completely. I wish him and you guys the best but they aren’t going to pull this bs. Ironically the podcast comment cemented it more to me that this is pr which I’m sure the purpose was the opposite. I understand plenty of fans have taken it far but this is unfair. They did the same thing with Jenny and that stuck with us. So if this is for a build up of a bua it’s absolutely disgusting. They are fine with us making him money, the dick pic situation us defending him and all the fans do for him but regardless it seems like they wanted to tar the fans with the same brush and ik Scott didn’t say anything but implied it and even then it’s a minority. He could’ve skipped over that’s why to me it doesn’t make sense. The privacy aspect was lost with his Instagram dumps. With the premiere with all of that. They aren’t private at all. With other relationships he has ALWAYS been private but ironically was seen with his exes. He uses the facade of being private to justify the fact that he doesn’t talk about her or isn’t seen with her and that’s because it most likely isn’t real. Let’s face it whoever he ends up with will get hate by a small minority but that’s every fandom not that I’m condoning it. Also she’s not being hated because she’s with him she’s hated because she’s shown she and her trolling cronies are not nice people and ik we don’t know them but we can only judge by what we’ve been given and those things aren’t good. I wondered the past few months because I’m ashamed to admit for some reason this really did affect me so I wondered what this pr was for. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s for her image I mean sure he can benefit from it in many ways and I’m sure he has for example the image shift in itself but the purpose of it was mostly for her. Whatever this is and however it ends I’m not interested anymore and I feel like this was the cherry on the cake. I’m annoyed at the situation because when I look back to the time I sort of joined the fandom and became a fan of him I’ve got a lot of good memories and it was during a time when things were difficult (covid etc) and I’m not really someone who cares too much about celebrities that’s why I’ve been confused as to why this situation affected me so much because everything seems to have fallen apart he was going in an amazing direction with knives out dj. I even remember reading about a rumour regarding him and aly raisman I was sooo happy for him truly if that had been true. That being said he doesn’t owe anyone anything but neither do we. He’s not Leo dicaprio or someone of that calibre he’s an actor who relies on fans. Sure with marvel he got away with it but generally he can’t. I feel like I’m just completely done and I’ve wasted a lot of time with this situation but for some reason I really got into this whole thing I was a bystander I don’t really use social media never followed him or anything but this aspect of it affected me which is my fault and I’m not sure why I continued to care this much. Wish you all the best thanks for everything !

Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you doing what you need to do to keep your peace.

Be well, Anon!

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January 2024 art fascination diary

We're already most of the way through February, but I thought it would be kind of fun to write diary posts about my favorite things of each month, in 2024. Then, I can easily look back and remember what was making me happy all year long! If you are reading this, then maybe you will enjoy hearing about some of these things as well!

MUSIC: my favorite album of January was 「TORIENA makes me smile」 It came out in 2021, and even though I did enjoy it, I still slept on how truly good it was. Its genre can be described as hard electronic, rave, trance, or gabber. I felt compelled to relisten to every Toriena album this month, and after hearing them all back to back, it was by far my favorite one. I mostly listened to it while I was working, and it somehow motivated me, even as I felt like my body and mind were falling apart. You can listen to my favorite song from the album, linked here!

ANIMATION: my partner and I watched Adventure Time: Fionna And Cake! Obviously, I would only recommend this show to someone who has seen all of Adventure Time and Distant Lands, since it picked up right where Distant Lands left off. I should note that while I didn't agree with all of the character writing, or even major parts of the plot, I did think that it was a much better ending to the series than Distant Lands was. I'm still going to imagine my own alternate ending to Adventure Time, and especially Finn's future, but I liked that the show didn't hold back when incorporating some bold new ideas... even if I didn't agree with most of them >:/ On another bright side, I thought that most of the vocal performances were fantastic, and every aspect of the show's artwork and animation was superb. (You can find it on any cartoon streaming site, or just torrent the whole series like I did.)

REALITY / GAME SHOW: I had never watched it before, and to be quite honest I always thought I would be a hater, until a couple of friends (who I love dearly) convinced me to watch RuPaul's Drag Race Season 16. This is the season that is still ongoing, and surprisingly, it is the most fun that I can ever remember having while watching something weekly. I have both friends and coworkers to discuss it with, and every time a new episode comes out, I'm shocked by how much wit and talent goes into the entire production. I know it's a pretty popular show, and it has had its fair share of controversies, but the current season still feels revolutionary in a really good way. It has been a celebration of both community and creativity, so of course I would recommend it to any skeptics, like I used to be. (Additionally, this one also gets uploaded to many free streaming sites shortly after it airs, for those who can't pay to watch.)

VIDEO GAME: I started playing Lunacid on a plane ride back in December. I was returning home from visiting family, and I wanted a dungeon crawler that I could just mellow out with, with minimal mechanical complexity. I checked this game out after hearing that it was a modern take on the old Fromsoft series, King's Field, but I was completely sold as soon as I heard that the dev, Akuma Kira, worked on the dollhouse DLC for Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion. This game turned out to be exactly what I wanted. It scratched my dungeon crawling, treasure hunting, map-making itch, and delivered some fantastic artwork and music along the way. The dev also seems like a super cool person, and I hope I have the time to try out any games they make in the future too. (I feel like the type of person that will like this game knows who they are. Check out Akuma Kira's website for info, and support them if you can!)

MANGA: knowing that the anime would soon be airing, I started reading Dungeon Meshi. And I quickly realized that it is a series that is impossible to overhype. The artwork is consistently top-tier, the content and characters are mature yet lovable, and the tone is cozy yet riveting. It's so perfect, that the few inconsistencies I encountered came as so much of a shock to me that I ended up re-reading those chapters, just to make sure that I wasn't imagining the flaws instead. As I just mentioned, I love dungeon crawlers, so I feel I'm probably more inclined to love this manga than your average reader. But I would truly recommend this series to anyone who's into reading comics at all, because it has been such a uniquely exceptional experience. I don't have all the books yet, but I'll probably continue to read the physical copies throughout the early part of this year, most likely until completing the series. (I am buying the physical copies of this manga, but you can easily find it online as well!)

NOVEL: We Have Always Lived In The Castle was famous horror author Shirley Jackson's final full novel before her untimely death. I've never read any of previous work, but from what I understand, her final book incorporated as many of the themes and ideas of her past works as she could squeeze into it. And it shook me to my core. Even as I read through analysis of this book, I couldn't help but think that no single essay truly remarked upon the entirety of this novel's brilliance. It is perfectly concise, beautifully written, and certainly unique amongst all the books I've ever read. If you like tragedies, and gothic fiction containing very bleak social criticism, then definitely read this book. (I have so many gripes about the modern book covers, I truly wish I could get my hands on an old copy of this novel. Oh well... for now it's just another one that I have torrented. The audiobook is great too, btw.)

(that's it. my favorite art of January. There might be some repeats in February that are ongoing, like Dungeon Meshi and Ru Paul. I hope you have a good month!)

#personal #toriena #adventure time #ru paul's drag race #lunacid #dungeon meshi #we have always lived in the castle #january #2024 #2024 reviews

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@waxgentleman asked: The artist, adorned with fake black cat ears turns to her while holding a clipboard. “ Too much? ” Galdino dares to ask; after turning Victoria Punk into a whole carnival of decoration with white, golden and black balloons and exotic plants tied to many places. Was it on the budget? Who cared. Any celebration would surely waste their treasure on alcohol, why not use it instead on a mink’s traditional inspired buffet? and.. well the cat ears was his idea. It was cute, even if he had to pay certain crew members to use it. “ Well.. the 9 layered cake maybeeee be a little too much, ga ne. You know, nine lives. Fu ha ha ha. ” He covers half of his face with papers, cheeks turning into a deep red. A hand scratched behind his head. “ It—it’s the birthday of.. the woman I love, ga ne. I had to make it memorable! ” He takes a step to the side, giving a peek to all sides to see if no one was passing by. Not that what they had needed to be hidden—he was just a timid man. Galdino’s expression softens as he leans his face closer, a gentle smile that is only destined for the one that stole his heart. He steals a tender kiss as his hand carefully rests over her side of the face. “ H—Happy birthday! My only and eternal Muse. I love you, ga ne. ”

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝐚𝐧𝐪𝘂𝐢𝐥𝐢𝘁𝘆 𝐨𝐧 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘀𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝘂𝘀𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝘂𝐧𝘂𝘀𝘂𝐚𝐥. Galdino was nowhere to be found for almost the whole morning, not even mentioning yesterday. There was a hint of suspicion that crossed her mind that the artist might be onto something. Maybe he planned something regarding the mink's birthday. And, oh, how surprising, plan he did.

The gentle clicks of her heels announce Linn's arrival in such a subtle and typical way. Her eyes bound to the balloons first, then the huge cake, menacingly sitting there and probably being the most amazing display of someone's baking skills the Punk had seen since there were only some wooden boards at the harbor. That scene in front of the mink steals every word she wanted to utter. Her mouth hangs open. That was anything but to be expected.

After blue orbs have drank in this monster of a cake, eyes shift towards the man himself. The very one who was obviously responsible for all the decor and the idea behind it. Cat ears ? An amused chuckle vibrates in the doctor's throat. What a silly little guy. It appears he means well. How would he mean anything else ?

A finger taps against black fake fur, nudging the accessory on Galdino's head.

❝ Did anybody ever tell you how insane you are ? ❞ A soft nuzzle against Mr. 3's cheek, that lady was softly beaming with a smile wider than anything he had seen before, probably. The former Baroque worker clearly put all his thoughts into the little details, like the whole nine layers, as an homage to a cat's nine lives. A creative mind through and through. And, oh, to be called his muse. Linn certainly would never get tired of that aspect of their relationship.

❝ I love you more. I don't deserve to have you on this ship. Nobody does. You are . . . my dearest treasure. ❞ It almost sounds a bit too emotional. Too sentimental as these words are whispered against Galdino's cheekbone.

❝ Thank you, my sweet. Even though you traveling along with us is enough of a present already, I could not be more grateful for everything you did. ❞

#waxgentleman #THIS THIS THIS #Oh god I love them *holds chest*#HE IS CRAZY HE IS LOCO #Husband material rrrrriiight there ladies and gents #Thank you for serving more than girl dinner #Bg can start and take notes #Absolute dream of a man #⚕ ⦅ Consultation hour. ⦆⠀⠀/ ic .#⚕ ⦅ Candlelight dinner. ⦆⠀⠀/ Galdinoverse .#⚕ ⦅ Third cadence. ⦆⠀⠀/ galdinoverse .

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talktomeinclexa · 2 years

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Mend The Heart You Broke (Heal The Wounds You Caused)

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None in this chapter

Status: WIP (5/9)

Summary: Clarke and Lexa led the perfect life. Married, two children, a big house, a group of reliable friends. Until Lexa cheated on her wife and the idyllic picture was smashed to bits. Three months later, Clarke is still trying to put the pieces of her heart together when Lexa slowly comes back into her life. The path to forgiveness will force the artist on a self-introspection journey that won't leave anyone unscathed. But isn't true love worth the fight?

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Chapter 5: Happy Birthday

The following weekend marks Lexa’s birthday. To be exact, it falls on Monday. But Aden and Madi insist that, since they have to go to day camp and their moms are busy, they should celebrate on Sunday. And who is Clarke to refute their logic? Maybe part of her is looking forward to celebrating Lexa’s birth too. Guilt has nothing to do with it, or so she tells herself.

They make a family project out of it. Once the children return from camp, they settle in the living room with paper and enough stationery supplies to open a small store. Madi — the best drawer of the two — decorates the large banner with funny pictures while Aden writes and colors the letters. “Happy Birthday Mommy,” bold and bright, that he copied from the model Clarke wrote.

Minor incident aside — drawing a raccoon, Lexa’s favorite animal, turned out to be too challenging without a model, and Madi almost tore out the whole thing in frustration — it’s a success. They soon have a beautiful banner to welcome Lexa on Sunday.

Despite Clarke’s better judgment, she caves in and buys the balloons the twins insist upon. Colorful ones decorated with “Happy Birthday” and cute smileys. The kinds of things you would find at a child’s birthday, not an adult’s, but she knows Lexa will love them. How couldn’t she not when it is so clearly the twins’ idea?

The only aspect she refuses to compromise on is the cake. She manages to keep a straight face when Madi swears that Lexa loves chocolate and Aden tells her Mommy prefers vanilla. She knows Lexa will sacrifice herself and eat whatever the kids prefer, even a half-chocolate, half-vanilla cake, although she cares for neither. As she has done for years. But since this is Clarke’s chance to do better, to be selfish for Lexa when the brunette isn’t for herself, she buys a strawberry cheesecake. Her wife’s favorite. The smile on Lexa’s face when she sees it will be worth the few disappointed tears she has to put up with.

Between the preparations and the paintings Clarke has been working on, Sunday rolls in quickly. She wakes up in the morning, battles with the children so they eat their breakfast, and makes one final check. Everything is as ready as it will ever be, and by the time Lexa knocks on the door, she is confident the three of them will have a nice day.

“Hi. Come on in,” she says as she opens the door and lets the brunette in.

Her wife looks good, better than she has in recent weeks. Her eye bags appear less pronounced as if she’s finally sleeping through the night.

Lexa hasn’t taken more than three steps inside that shouts catch their attention, distracting them from each other. “Mommy! Happy birthday, Mommy!”

The twins race down the corridor and collide with Lexa’s frame, not giving her time to do more than put one knee down to steady herself. She hugs them tightly, her arms wrapped around their slim bodies. Clarke is ready to bet that if she looked into those beautiful green orbs, she would see tears pooling in them.

“Hi, my babies,” she hears Lexa whisper into a mix of blond and brown hair. “I’ve missed you. Thank you for the banner; it’s beautiful. Did you make it at camp?”

“Mama helped,” Aden reveals, and there’s no mistaking the surprise on Lexa’s face when she turns toward Clarke.

The blonde shrugs, downplaying the whole deal. Why wouldn’t she help their children prepare a cute banner for her estranged wife’s birthday? They would have made one either way. At least the message on this one is spelled properly and the drawings are recognizable.

“Alright, have fun, guys. There’s food in the fridge if you don’t feel like ordering, along with a cake. The weather forecast said it will be sunny all day, so I prepared some stuff in case you want to play outside. I will be back around eight.”

“You’re not staying?”

Lexa’s brows jump up at the question that escaped her lips. She doesn’t take it back, though, and Clarke appreciates the unexpected mark of vulnerability.

“Mama, you have to stay too. It’s not the same without you.”

Madi grabs her wrist to emphasize her point, and Clarke knows she won’t go anywhere that day. Not with how the twins stare at her, big blue eyes pleading and lips pouting as a bonus. They got her stubbornness; she can admit that. But those cute faces and puppy eyes? That’s 100% Lexa.

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My view on bdays have changes so much since I grew older 😭😭 I would put so much pressure on it when I was younger (early 20ies) but nowadays (early 30ies) i just cant be bothered 😅 I haven’t had a bday celebration since before covid and I’m so fine about it, and I’ve definitely let go the whole xx amount of people wish me happy bday on social so must mean I’m liked!!! mentality, now I’m happy if my closest friends send me something during me bday week, and even if they forget it’s okay!! Life is he’s and busy and we have demanding jobs and lives, it’s okay to think not always have other people in mind first! I even forgot my best friends bday this year and sent her a video message a day after, and she said it was more meaningful than the 100 of impersonal bd wishes she got on facebook on the day. I just wish people wouldn’t put so much value in the social media and public aspects of relationships in any shape or form. What happens in private between you is what matters in the end.

yeah i completely agree with you! i just celebrate alone by going to museums or wherever i want, buy my own cake and gifts, and treat myself now hehe 🤍 life is so busy and everyone else is too and i'm grateful if someone does remember and wishes me of course but even if they don't, it's okay bc they're there when i do need them!

#ask #anonymous #also im so curious are the people who used to feel upset before all libras like are we all like this sjfkskdkskdk #i feel like libras tend to care more about bdays but i am no astrologt expert djfjsjdks

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The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta

When I was young and full of feelings I didn’t know how to share, when I was afraid nobody would understand me, I found a language everybody knows. Sugar, flour, butter. The comfort of a perfect cookie, the joy of a celebration cake, the bittersweet importance of chocolate. I put everything in my heart into my baking. Years later, I lost the one person who I thought would see me and love me for exactly who I am — and the magic started up again. This has always been my way of sharing what I feel. Especially when things get hard.

The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta is a contemporary LGBTQ+ YA with a dash of magical realism as teenage baker Syd realizes crafting food is more about feelings than one might expect. Syd’s creations at work or home aren’t just an outlet or inspire the usual emotions— they’re saturated with them. Concoctions sometimes irresistible and consuming one can make sentiments under the surface rise to the top in Syd and others, having at times very intense effects.

Though I’m older than the target demographic this story is like an expertly flavored recipe with baking, passion, community, culture, and change. One of the cutest parts is also recipes for various baked goods or occasion guides that head each chapter. From simple Breakup Brownies in the beginning to more elaborate Agender Cupcakes, and Today’s Gender or A Big Gay Bakeout days it’s a fun distinctive touch. I decided to try the Get Comfy with Your Great Big Feelings Cookies because the book basically stirred up the same. Syd is a welcome addition to my list of books with agender bisexual characters.

I get big feelings anytime the subject of gender and vaporous clouds come up…

“I have to find a way to help them understand me, even though I don’t really understand them either. Having a gender? Why? Feeling like your body and who you are inside line up all the time? How? Identifying with other folks of your assigned gender as a kid, when I identified with things like extra-fluffy cumulus clouds and nebulas? What does that even feel like? I get nervous trying to explain myself sometimes. I get tired. I grow sharp edges where I didn’t think I had any. And I definitely get to the point where I just want to bury myself in baking and not deal with any of it.”

Too the Proud Muffin Bakery and its owners, staff and customers make up a diverse and resilient rainbow in the Texas capital. (Special mention to the pansexual drag queen military veteran turned barista, D.C.) Truly there are so many great passages worth marking and quoting. Including some of the cream of the crop of food related analogies I’ve read in a while. For example:

“Sometimes I come up with these little recipes . . . like, gender recipes. For how I want to look or feel that day.” I might be an agender cupcake, but I have to live in a world where most things have been flavored with gender. Even when I was little, I mixed and played and had fun with those flavors. I showed up to second-grade picture day in a pink skirt with neon yellow suspenders and a blue plaid tie. I made it through most of eighth grade in big unlaced work boots, black tights, and overall shorts. And then there’s my baking uniform: guys’ baggy jeans, a binder or sports bra under a fitted Tshirt and a bright sunny apron.

Or “Our motto is love comes in every flavor.”

Though for as much as I love and do praise this precious book, it’s not potentially without a little distasteful bite. This most prominently involves an event in chapter seven. There are a few things I think need examined when it comes to continuity but also consent. For the spoiler version read over here.

Honestly the entire basis of this book is that Syd does not know how the magical baking exactly works, is controlled, or always uses proper mindfulness when making something. Fundamentally, the whole aspect of magical baking does create moral and ethical questions that infuse the whole novel. The handling of such can and will be debated by readers. (Particularly in the instance I chose to highlight.) But I would still judge The Heartbreak Bakery as a delicious and inspiring LGBTQ+ YA book with an agender main character in a contemporary setting.

The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta is available in print and digital (including audio) from Candlewick Press

#ya novels #lgbtq+ books #the heartbreak bakery #a. r. capetta #agender character #beat the backlist #cw: mentions of biphobia dysphoria fatphobia transphobia

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