#does anyone elses mouth feel tingly

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𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 —

— : [nsfw ] cheating, unprotected sex, pet names, mutual pining + dacryphilia

— : wc : 832

it feels too good inside you to ever stop. he can’t get your voice out his head or the way you moan and beg for him. he wouldn’t be able to stop even if you two did get caught.

“leave him” ran whispers into your soft skin, dick pressing against your cervix with every deep thrust. it feels like he’s in your throat and you choke out a loud moan, eyes tearing up at how good he makes you feel.

“i want to” you gasp, gripping his shoulders hard. he hisses at the feeling but never wants you to stop scratching him up. ran thinks about you when the hot water cascades down his body and hits his back in the shower.

“yeah?” he grins against your neck. you’ve never said that before, no matter how many times he’s said this. something has shifted and he feels it in the way you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to kiss you.

“yeah” you whisper against his lips. he forces you to keep looking at him, grip tight around your neck and jaw.

“keep your eyes on me baby” ran groans, “just like that”

he picks up his pace, holding you down with his other hand. his long fingers press into your skin and it hurts but you don’t seem to mind. the feeling keeps you from floating away, eyes wide and glassy.

you were so beautiful and he could never let anyone else have you ever again. he was a selfish man after all and he would gladly keep proving that.

he feels you squeeze his cock, moans echoing throughout his bedroom. it drowns out the noise coming from the party downstairs.

“feel good?” he smirks and you nod, unable to form any coherent thoughts or words aside from the moans and cries of his name.

his name. not your stupid fucking boyfriend.

“always” you say, struggling to think about anything that wasn’t him or his voice or his body against yours. in moments like these, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty. you wanted him the same way he’s always wanted you.

“kiss me” you plead and he gives in easily, like always. his lips are soft against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth the moment you gasp at a particularly hard thrust.

he’s so deep inside you, the head of his cock pressing into the spot you need him most. you don’t even try to hide your moans, wanting to be loud for him.

he remembers when he first met you. he never understood how girls liked anyone in his friend group. sure he wasn’t any better but he’s always been open and upfront about what he’s wanted.

that was until this thing between you and him got more serious. he never thought he’d want to settle down with anyone but god he needed you. he would deal with the consequences and it wasn’t like that bastard ever deserved you.

“come on baby, you know i make you feel good” he grins, watching you twitch and squirm as he grinds the head of his cock against your cervix over and over again.

you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer towards you. you couldn’t really think of anything else right now but you knew you wanted him the same way he wanted you.

he makes time for you and always checks up on you even when he’s so busy, unlike your boyfriend who always has a stupid excuse. it makes you sad, especially because you know they work together so why couldn’t he try and make more time for you the way his best friend did?

“want you” you whisper against his lips, “please ran”

he grins, kissing you again. he didn’t feel bad, why would he when you were this beautiful and this open just for him? he’s wanted you since the day he first met you and nothings changed since then.

“i’m all yours sweetheart” he kisses your lips softly, “you’re mine, right?”

you nod, tears clinging to your pretty lashes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. your body feels tingly all over and you almost feel like you’re floating.

ran knows your body better than you or anyone else does and it’s evident in the way he takes his time to break you apart just to slowly put you back together.

“go ahead, cum for me” he urges, needing to feel you cum around his cock.

your mouth drops open, a silent scream leaving your pretty lips as you cum, all over him. it lasts a while that he has to hold your hips down to help you relax. your body won’t stop shaking and he can see that you’re crying.

that’s what has him cumming hard inside you. he’s always loved your pretty face but something about seeing you cry because of him, for him, was a huge turn on.

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[watermelonsugacry]

been thinking a lot ab what h said during the mp press conference about wasted time and how that can feel regretful like “if we were braver, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time” etc. and it got me thinking about him and yn and if at this point in their relationship where they’re finally together and so happy and in love, if either of them have moments where they get a little emotional and think about how many years they wasted just kind of tip toeing around each other. i can picture in the moments where they’re extra grateful for one another one of them being like “fuck this is so amazing i can get to experience love like this/what a beautiful relationship we have it sucks we didn’t get to experience it earlier” (obviously i don’t think this is something they would dwell on! it’s in the past and they can’t go back and i def think they’re more focused on their future together and focused on what’s behind them, plus everything happens for a reason and the time “wasted” was important for their journey as a couple, but i think at some point this crosses one or both of their minds and they’d do a really great job at comforting one another 🥰)

ok but this actually made my eyes water ngl this is honestly so thoughtful

But you're absolutely right lovie. It's not something they like to dwell on a lot because they're too busy being love-sick idiots but it does come to mind every now and then.

...

Before the two leave Europe to go to the States for the rest of their tour, they spend their day off at his house in London. Harry spends a good half hour awake, not finding the strength within himself to untangle himself from his warm love as she continues to peacefully sleep deep in the crook of his neck. Already used to waking up so early, he decides to go down to the kitchen to make the two breakfast.

By the time he's whipped up a little something for the two of them, he looks over his shoulder to see her sleepily shuffle into the kitchen with only his shirt and a pair of cotton panties. After knuckling at her eyes, she automatically walks into his open arms and presses her cheek to his bare chest.

Harry's reminded of their time in Jamaica, the time when their journey from friends to more truly began. They were in a similar position, her snuggled up in his warm chest in the middle of the kitchen. Instead of imagining ducking his head down to press his lips against hers, he does it without a second thought as he mumbles a raspy, "G'morning, baby."

He watches with so much love in his heart as she moves around his kitchen with ease, opening cabinets and drawers with the confidence of knowing what's behind each one.

He thinks about how many years they both spent dancing around the idea of being with one another, depriving one another of the unexplainable warmth of happiness in their chests.

He knew that she was his endgame the first day he saw her at his battle of the bands competition. He knew that he wanted her in his life for the rest of his life at their XFactor audition when they were merely sixteen years old.

It almost knocks him out of his seat when he realizes that he hasn't loved anyone else since then. Twelve years of loving the woman sitting next to him, her knees to her chest as she scoops out a spoonful of honey and stirs it around in her tea. His shirt that she's wearing bunches up at her plushy hips, the red ink of his handwriting on her upper thigh barely peaks out. When she pops the spoon in her mouth, she gives him a playful raise of her eyebrows.

"Take a picture, Styles. It lasts longer," She sarcastically mumbles around her spoon as she goes about setting up her eggs on her toast.

And all he can do is rest his temple on his fist as his eyes bounce all around the features of her face with a fond smile.

"Yeh so beautiful," He hums. His chest gets all tingly when he sees her cheeks get the tiniest bit pink and at the way she slightly purses her lips to hold back a love-sick smile. He has to admit, it's a boost to his ego at the fact that he's the only one who can break her witty demeanor and get her blushing and flustered in the way she does with him--she doesn't even have to try.

YN reaches out to push his overgrown curls behind his ear and he takes the opportunity to keep her hand against his cheek, barely shifting his head to press a kiss to her palm. She shakes her head with a sigh.

"Oh merde, je suis tellement parti pour toi."

Oh shit, I'm so gone for you.

Harry isn't fully able to pick up what she said, but it puts a smile on his face regardless. From the number of years they threw away from their shitty communication skill, neither wanting to tell the other how they really felt, they both knew they never wanted to go back to that. And while their communication skills have gotten better since then, (practicing what they preach) YN confessed to her love that she sometimes still feels scared to tell him how she feels. She was never one for lovey-dovey talk type shit and he knew this more than anyone. So as a way to keep from taking steps backward, he suggested for her to tell him in another language.

While he can't understand her half the time, it still gets him feeling like a schoolboy.

So as they go about eating their breakfast, he can't stop all of the thoughts racing around his mind:

Does she still get butterflies in her stomach when he calls her lovie?

When he rubs his thumb on the corner of her mouth to wipe away the crumbs and she playfully nips his finger, does she feel the electricity tingling at his touch?

Does she know that when she reaches out to take a sip of his coffee mug, he'd do anything to give her the world?

The thoughts spinning around his head come to a stop when she's the one staring at him. Well, his lips more like, but what has him chuckling is how she focuses on them with a dramatic furrow of her eyebrows.

"What?" His shoulders bounce as he lets out a giggle, feeling the heat rush to his own cheeks.

"It's just," YN wiggles her finger vaguely around her mouth. "It looks like yeh got a little somethin' there. Don't worry, I got it." She pushes away his hand from his face, cupping his jaw before planting her lips on his.

As they share kisses mixed with giggles and obnoxious smiles, there's only one thing certain in both of their minds: there is no other way they would want to spend their mornings. And fortunately for them, they get to do this for the rest of their lives.

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[wolfgirlandfarmboy]

What's your favorite Red Beans kissing pic that you've drawn so far?

I know you probably mean on the mouth but like-This specific image of Jack kissing Nana on the cheek has to be my absolute favorite.

It's partially because of the context of it still being early in their romantic relationship after they've been friends for awhile. They've never dated anyone else before they got together so they both are very new to everything with Nana being new to the entire concept of having someone else touch her in general.

So before they make kisses on the lips a regular thing, Jack starts them off with kisses on the cheek until Nana feels more comfortable moving forward.

Even though Nana looks uncomfortable, she actually really does like the kiss, which I imagine is one of the first on the cheek from Jack. And she is filled with a lot of emotions like excitement, nervousness, that tingly feeling your skin gets when it's blushing, and her body just becoming way more alert of his touch.

It's just a cute peek into Nana beginning to grow more okay with viewing Jack as someone she can rely on and trust. And it's also a nice example of Jack being gentle and aware of Nana since he cares a lot about her and doesn't want to rush things one bit.

#this was also my phone wallpaper for like...a hot minute after I drew it #i have a different red beans pic for a wallpaper now #my art #jack #nana #ask

[shinyrhinestones]

Girl Time

Summary: Elle and Reader have some girl time.

Pairing: Elle Greenaway x Fem!reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff.

Category: Oneshot.

You flinched at the feeling of your nails being played with. Or rather decorated. Elle had brought you to get your nails done, because one of her friends had bailed on her last minute. When you saw her frown, you had asked: "Whats wrong?"

Elle had sighed, and told you the situation. Then in her eyes, you could see an idea pop up in her. "Hey, you wanna come with me instead?" She asked, gesturing to the exit of your workplace. You hadn't really spend time with Elle outside of work before, so the idea sounded interesting and tempting. "Yeah sure" You had breathed out, feeling the short rush of adrenaline run through you. Elle truly did seem excited when you had agreed. Her smile grew wide and her cheeks grew pink. She had immediately picked up her jacket and putting it on, with a high-pitched voice: "Really?" She was fidgeting with her keys, while shuffling nervously on her feet. You had looked at her shining lips that looked like a sweet color of raspberries, before responding to her.

She had lead the way for you, since you had no idea where this nail salon was located.

But now you were sitting in the nail salon with Elle, your coworker, getting nails done. Sounds of people chatting, machines working and the bell by the door ringing everytime the door opened, filled the room. You could smell the toxic smell of nail polish and the sweet smell of Elle's perfume. She sat right next to you, and her scent was intoxicating you already, and you barely just sat down. Normally, you dont really get your nails done. Its just never really been a thought that popped up, but you didn't mind it. It was actually quite fun. Even though, the nail tech was being a little rough with your nails, you pretended it didn't hurt. She would sometimes put too much pressure on them, which you tried not to make any sounds or give away the pain in any way. You didn't want to come of as rude, telling her to be more gentle could offend her, making her feel like you were telling her what to do. Your body tensed up, and you inhaled a sharp breath. Elle looked over at you, her curls bouncing in the process. Her lips were parted, and her dark eyes were looking at your face. She saw how you were uncomfortable, by how your eyebrows furrowed in pain and frowned your lips. "Does it hurt?" She asked you, her eyes softening at your pained expression. You nodded: "Yeah"

You almost whispered, but Elle heard you considering the fact she was right beside you. Also she had leaned in to your side, almost pushing herself against your shoulder. She was so close, you could feel her breath on you. Her eyes studied your face, before falling down again when you had answered her. Elle had felt your breath on her aswell when you spoke and felt her heartbeat fasten. She gave you a smile. A soft one, a very gentle caring smile. Something that you loved about her, was definitely that smile of hers. Your cheeks felt warm, and your whole body started to feel tingly. You looked away and back at your hand. You held your other hand tightly onto the chair you were sitting on, to relieving some of the pain. She pulled away a little, and looked at the woman infront of you. "Excuse me" She said in a light voice. The nail tech infront of you had looked up with a startled but confused look at Elle. The nail techs mouth was slightly open from the shock she had gotten. She had been so focused on doing your nails.

"Yes?" She asked. And you could still see that pure confusion in her eyes. Her shoulders were tensed aswell. Probably because Elle gives of a very hard and intimidating persona. But Elle gave her the best smile she could give a stranger. "Could you maybe be more gentle with her, she's sensitive" Elle said soft and low, to not bother anyone else around you. The nail techs eyes turned into a more understanding and still shocked expression. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be more gentle, sorry" She apologized, while she let go of your hand to grab something. Your body relaxed again, as a sigh fell from you lips. Elle didn't look at you after, but looked back at her own hand. Her smile dissapeared. Not that her facial expressions were cold, but her smile was gone. She was just observing her own nails, in concentration. You weren't sure why she acted slightly apathetic, after she had just helped you escape pain. You looked at the back of her head, eyebrows furrowed. "Thank you, Elle" You spoke up, and that's when she turned around looking at you again. Your eyes met. And in that moment you just stared at each others eyes, admiring each others colors and dilated pupils.

Your chair was pulled out more than hers, making her sit infront of you a little. "No problem" She answered nodding shortly, before looking back at her own business. Elle's lips were still parted when she looked at you. Then her hands started to shake, and Elle prayed and hoped that the nail tech who was doing her nails, wouldnt mind and that she could still do her work. Elle let out a very deep sigh, trying to calm herself down. She looked out the windows trying to distract herself, from the presence of you. She watched the cars drive by and birds on the ground trying to find food before flying away again. Your words and your soft voice kept replaying in her head. Elle had suspected her feelings for you before this moment, but spending time with you outside of work and doing things friends do, made something inside her click. It was like all of a sudden her mind was foggy, and she couldnt think clearly. So many thoughts and feelings at once.

You however, felt a little rejected by Elle's behaviour. You bit your lip, and shook your head subtly, like you could actually shake her off your mind.

Elle had then turned her head towards you after a few minutes, finally giving in. She couldnt just sit and ignore you the whole time, when she was the one who invited you.

"Did you finish all your files?" Elle didn't know what else to say. She didn't feel like she could just ask you about your private life already, so work seemed like a safe option.

You felt your lips frown again, and feeling a little pit in your stomach. Yes, you wanted to talk with Elle, but not about work. You were done with that now. "Yeah" You nodded, with a sigh. You quickly wiped off the frown again not to make Elle feel bad. Elle looked down at the table infront of her, before deciding what to say. She really didn't want to mess anything up, so she really thought it through. "You know, we should do more stuff together. This is fun." She smiled, as she lifted her head up. You returned that smile, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "What should we do?"

"We could... have a sleepover" She suggested, her tone being careful. "Okay" You tried hiding a wide smile, which made you bite the inside of your cheek. "That sounds fun" You clarified. Elle felt as if she was becoming your friend, and even though she didn't want to be just your friend, she still wanted to spend time with you. She still wanted to hear your voice, smell your perfume and the scent of your shampoo, see your whole figure and feel it too, whenever she got the sweet opportunity to do that. Of course, you wanted to be more aswell, but for now you just really wanted to move your friendship with Elle forward. Elle nodded and spoke up: "Maybe i could get your number, so we can plan it"

Now, Elle wasn't nervous normally, but being in the presence of you completely changed that. She didn't say her words straight up and bluntly, she thought about it and took her time saying those words.

"Of course, I'll give it to you after" You explained to her. Your heart was beating quick with excitement and your eyes shining brightly with happiness. Elle was glowing too, and after that little chat her hands had calmed down and stopped shaking. Her shoulders fell down, in a sigh of relief.

You had completely forgotten about the fact that you were getting your nails done in the moment, so when you look infront of you, you notice that the nail tech is already half way through. Your eyes widened slightly. Then you started smiling. Elle had made you forget about your surroundings. Damn. It really made you smile hard, cause it had been so long, since you felt like this. Even though, this time was different. Everything about this whole situation with Elle was different. You shook your head, trying to wash off the smile on your face. But of course that didn't do anything.

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[kitmoas]

Flood Gate

Summary: Kate has control issues

Pairing: Kate x Reader x WandaNat

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4kish

Warnings: Piss Kink, Semi-Public Sex (in front of consenting Avengers/Agents), degradation and humiliations

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: Wellll I finally caved and wrote it lol If you know me and see this, no you don't ahaha Hopefully for those that wanted it, this was worth the wait *cough cough, looking at you @caroldantops **

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Your eyes are glued to the bouncing knee in front of you, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you try your hardest to not lean forward and bite into the sensitive flesh there. The hard concrete floor you’re kneeling on has caused your legs to go tingly, the muscles shaking to try and keep the perfect form during the longest meeting to ever exist. The fog in your mind was immensely strong when you first went into the room, Kate had you bent over her lap before anyone else even stepped foot inside, but even the warmth on your backside was disappearing. A quiet whine leaves your throat as you faintly hear Steve say he has another slide show to go through. 

Kate raises an eyebrow at you, watching you struggle to keep your position, as she reaches for another cup of water. This meeting was entirely different from any of the Young Avenger meetings where she and Peter were in charge, and while she was honored to have finally been asked to join she was bored. Her original nerves had finally worn off, and now she was just drinking every cup of liquid she could reach so that she didn’t groan out loud. The archer looks around even more bored as she’s the only fun one in the meeting, even Bucky is paying attention. 

Huffing out, she chugs one more glass of water before turning her focus to you. She watches with a gleam in her eyes as you squirm some in your spot. Shuffling about on your knees as you try not to break your position, she tilts her head before snapping her fingers quickly. She snickers at how excited you are when your head snaps up to look at her, tapping her thigh. 

You crawl around, slipping in between her thighs, letting your nose rub against the thin fabric of her leggings. Looking up at her with wide eyes, she smiles down at you. Her hand is running through your hair, a mumbled “Good Chew Toy” makes the warm fuzzy feeling settle in your mind. Sitting comfortably now as you lean your head to stare up at Kate’s face, as she is forced to pay attention, gives you time to get actually bored. You’re rocking in your spot, trying to not let your mind wander, but just like Wanda always says “A bored little toy is a bratty toy”. A mischievous smile spreads across your face as you let your mouth kiss gently at her thighs, wiggling in your spot when they tense under the attention you’re giving them. 

You had to be smart, subtle, as you made your way slowly up her thigh. Mouthing gently, a quick nip any time you thought she seemed to get too fidgety. Trying to not get too excited as you get closer to her covered center, you just barely nudge your nose there. A smug smirk tugs at your lips when you catch her sucking her breath through her teeth, a sharp flick to your nose does nothing to deter you from your spot.  

Letting the archer start taking notes, you drag your mouth up her thigh again before trying to suck at her covered clit. Kate’s hips jerk up and her hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back as she glares down at you. The cheeky grin on your face says enough for her, and you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips when she rolls her eyes at you. She’s tugging at the waistband of her leggings, speaking to you sharply but quiet enough that only Bruce looks over. “If you’re going to be a little brat, you’ll put that mouth to good use.” You can see the scientist’s face flush in embarrassment as he looks away, and it makes a rush of arousal wash over you. 

Bouncing some in your spot you try your hardest to wait patiently as your girlfriend tugs her pants down, but you can practically smell her arousal from here and you just want to be put to good use. Finally settling with her pants hanging off of one ankle, Kate drags your face back in between her thighs. “Get to work slut.” She speaks through gritted teeth as you immediately lick a stripe up through her wet folds, sucking her clit into your mouth as you look up at her. She ignores the haughty grin Tony shoots her as she bites into her bottom lips, grinding down as she uses your face. 

Scoffing reaches your ears as you realize that Steve has stopped speaking, most likely because everyone’s attention has shifted. Your entire focus is on your girlfriend though, as you teasingly lick through her folds, lapping at the dripping wetness there, moaning at the taste. The grip in your hair tightens and she pulls you flush against her, “Don’t fucking tease, you’re nothing but a mouth for me to use. Stop acting like you’re in control here.” 

The whimper that escapes your mouth is accidental but when it pulls a guttural moan from the archer, you can’t help but want more. Humming comes second nature, Wanda had always enjoyed it, and when Kate’s hips jerk almost uncontrollably you squirm happily. The broken praise falling from her lips is spilling thick fog into your brain, and you’re struggling to keep up with the frantic movements. 

Kate’s eyes snap open when she hears a chair creak, the other Avengers’ eyes are mostly averted except for a few. The archer tries to focus on how nice it feels to see the pride on a few of their faces, mostly just the ones that know her struggle to learn how to become more dominant, but the pressure on her bladder randomly starts to become too much as she nears her orgasm. She watches as your eyes glaze over with each grunted praise, “Such a good little whore, letting your puppy fuck your face.” It’s the moment that you wrap your arms around her hips, hands falling on her stomach as usual, that she starts to lose control. 

She’s pushing at your head now, words getting stuck in her throat, but she needs to move. She needs you to get off of her so she can leave, but the fog in your mind is so thick that you just up your game. “I- fuck, fuck, I-” The stammering comes out pained, but as soon as the flood gate opens Kate relaxes some into the chair; focused too much on the the intense feeling of euphoria as she empties her bladder. 

You don’t even second guess, happily wiggling around as you try your hardest to not let a single drop fall to the floor below you. It takes a few minutes for Kate to fully finish peeing, but by the end of it you’re lapping slowly at her wet cunt with your head resting against her thigh. Humming giddily to yourself, you look up at your archer when she straightens in her chair. Her ocean blue eyes are completely blown out, dark navy orbs filled with lust as she lets her thumb catch a single drop of liquid on your chin before shoving it past your lips. The moan she lets out is filthy as she watches you suck on her thumb, cleaning it off. “You are such a dirty little whore, taking whatever I give you with a smile on your face.” 

Whining you start pushing closer to your cunt, licking at it as you try to get closer. “Please Puppy, please, just wanna make you cum.” You’re sucking her clit into your mouth now, pleading eyes looking up at Kate as she grinds down into your mouth. You can feel yourself dripping through the flimsy thong that you were dressed in, your hard nipples pressed against the thin flowy shirt that your girlfriend picked out for you. Hips humping the air as you try to find relief to the burning between your thighs. 

The fingers in your hair tighten as she yanks, a pained whimper falling from your mouth. “Tongue out now.” Kate lets her thigh tighten around your head, cutting off the sound to the rest of the room so all you can hear is your own blood rushing through your ears. She’s grinding down aggressively against your tongue, fucking herself with your mouth. “Gonna make you drink my cum, just like you drank my piss.” Her hips are bucking now, the force moving your body off balance. The way she moves, the way she sounds, you can tell she’s close and you moan your appreciation. The vibrations force Kate over the edge, dragging her through her orgasm as her head slams back. 

You lap up every drop of cum, making sure to not let any of it go to waste. When she finally calms down enough, she lets you go and smirks down at you. Your face is covered in cum, shiny and wet, and the smile on your face is entirely too innocent as your unfocused eyes stare up at her. “Why don’t you say thank you to the group, baby girl.” Her voice is soft, but firm, as she lets her fingers trail in the cum on your chin. She watches you with pride in her eyes as you shyly say thank you to the room. “C’mon princess, let’s clean you up.”——————————————————————

The bright red blush along Kate’s cheeks and neck make you smile, settling your head on her stomach as you rub her collarbone. Natasha is walking around as she gets dressed after her shower, and you glance over at Wanda who’s leaning against the bed post with a smirk on her face. 

The witch is tossing a small ball of her magic between her hands as she watches you two, “Aww c’mon stray, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Except for maybe your lack of control, now if Natasha would let me that issue wouldn’t exist.” The pointedly tone made the widow scoff as she slid onto the bed, pinching the younger girl’s leg as she passed her. 

“Well excuse me, Mommy, not everyone can be as strict as you.” The ginger is rolling her eyes as she rubs your cheek, “Maybe I want a wild card to counter balance our angel princess here.” She winks at you, making a faint blush rise up your neck as you hide your face in Kate’s stomach. “Besides, now that we know the Mutt’s new kink we’re definitely going to play around with it.” 

Kate’s mouth drops, almost in protest, before she notices Wanda’s head tilts. Natasha chuckles at the interaction, and just pets the archer’s head. 

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Your eyes light up when you see the quinjet land, and you watch as the entire team files out. Curiously you watch as Kate basically runs circles around Natasha and Wanda, the girl rambling as per usual only taking breaks to chug gatorade out of a huge bottle. It’s your favorite witch who sees you first, nodding her head to come to her which you immediately start running towards her. Weaving in and out of the agents and other Avengers, you end up wrapping up in her arms. “Well Little One, we have a debrief meeting if you would like to be Mommy’s good little princess and sit on her lap?” Her question is rhetorical as she’s already leading the three of you to the conference room. 

The rest of the Avengers and a few high level agents all fill the room, none blinking an eye at the fact that you’re curled up in Wanda’s lap with your face rubbing against the smooth leather of her suit. She’s leaving soft kisses on your head as the two of you whisper about your day and the mission. At the last second Bucky slips into the room, looking for a seat, and sighs when he realizes that there aren’t any seats. You watch as Natasha shoves Kate out of her seat, pointing at her feet, while she offers the seat to the man. You like the soldier, he was soft and nice; letting you curl up to his arm when you felt sick or wanted to nom on something. He smiles at you, holding his metal arm out to you. Wanda watches with warm eyes as you gnaw on it for a moment before Tony and Steve both clear their throats to start the meeting. 

With the two of them talking, and having random people speak about their time during the fight, the meeting has already been going on for over four hours now. You had taken a small nap, lured to sleep by the warmth of Wanda and her heartbeat, but now you were wide awake alternating between biting her neck or sucking on her fingers. Gently gnawing at two of the witch’s fingers you let your eyes scan the room, landing on your girlfriend who was aggressively squirming around in her spot on the floor. Your attention draws Wanda’s who just snickers before kicking Natasha’s chair, nodding towards the struggling archer. 

The widow sighs and puts her pen down, she’s leaning down now so she’s on the same level with the archer. Her voice is just loud enough for the four of you to hear, “Why are you wiggling around so much mutt?” The mocking tone lets you know that she already knows but wants to hear the young brunette say it herself. When the other girl stays quiet, you watch the assassin roll her eyes. “Let’s go, bitch, speak.” 

A pathetic whimper leaves the archer’s lips, catching the attention of Bucky who just chuckles. Kate’s voice is strained as she grits her teeth, “I wish you woulda let me use the restroom before this meeting, I gotta pee so badly Ma’am.” She’s rocking now, eyes scrunched closed as she tries to focus completely on controlling her bladder. 

Wanda’s quiet laughter shakes you as she slips her fingers from your mouth, wrapping her arms around you to stabilize you. Natasha leans in, rubbing the archer’s stomach soothingly, an entirely too innocent smile on her face. “It’s хозяин to you dumb mutt.” The hand on Kate’s stomach presses down, a mischievous smirk replacing the smile on the widow’s face as she listens to the panicked whines. “Don’t be rude, you can’t walk out now. You’ll have to speak soon enough.” 

Ocean blue eyes widen, looking up in alarm, as she stumbles over her words. “But- I.. please p’ease let me go use the restroom. I promise I’ll be quick.” Your girlfriend’s voice slurs a little as she tries to lean heavily into Natasha. 

A flash of scarlet settles a fabric sheet on the floor in the open spot next to the long team table, and the widow nods over to it. “Well Mutt, if you really can’t hold it, why don’t we start your house training now.” The smirk in her voice makes you perk up, interested in where this is going. Kate’s face is bright red now, watching with cautious eyes as the rest of the team looks over at her. 

Thankful that Steve decides to continue to talk, even though everyone is distracted, the archer squirms more. “I–” The young brunette’s voice cuts off as she has to stop to hold her breath, trying to make sure she doesn’t have an accident. A stream of magic flows from the hand next to you, wrapping around Kate’s torso and slowly adding pressure along her very full bladder. 

“If you piss in your pants, Mutt, you won’t be very happy with the consequences. I would think very carefully about that pad over there.” The ginger’s voice is calm, stern, and you can see the effect it has on your girlfriend immediately. “You know you need to go, you know you want to be a good mutt.” You watch with wide eyes as Natasha tugs at Kate’s pants, an urging look on her face.

Ankles crossed as the widow almost fully takes her pants off, it’s Wanda's accent heavy voice that breaks the archer’s resolve. “Be my good little stray, use your pad.”

You watch with a giggle as your girlfriend scrambles, panic evident in her actions, as she makes her way over to the overly small pee pad. Her entire body is flush with embarrassment as she realizes most of the team is now watching her curiously, but she can’t stop the heavy stream of pee as the crimson mist presses against her stomach. She’s biting her bottom lip, staring off at the ground, but you can see the way her chest rises slowly. Natasha just barely brushes her knuckles against the archer’s cheek and a breathy moan escapes the young girl’s lips, making the three of you to smirk knowingly. “Bet that feels so good, doesn’t it? Such a messy mutt for your хозяин. Look at that, you had so much in you. You’re leaking all over the floor now.” The ginger’s voice is so soft, quiet and oh so mocking, as she watches the puddle start to form around the puppy pad. 

Wanda is waving her hand subtly now, signaling for Tony to ask Kate the questions that he wanted to ask the archer. The inventor chuckles, well versed in the two older women’s ways, as he clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. “I think it’s now time to hear from one of our youngest Avengers. She’s incredibly talented and has a bright future here, as well as leading the Young Avengers. Kate Bishop took a leading position during this mission, her first true retrieval mission. Can you explain a little bit about how that experience felt for you, Little Hawk?” 

You and Tony share a small chuckle as he nods at you, before you turn your attention to your girlfriend. She’s bright red, stuttering as she tries to rack her brain for an answer. She’s kneeling next to the pad now, fingers pulling at her holster hanging around her shoulders. You almost feel sorry for her, but then you notice her thighs rubbing together and how her breathing is labored. The more eyes that land on the young ceo just causes her to shudder, a weakly suppressed whimper escaping her tightly closed mouth. 

It takes minutes of Kate struggling for Wanda to seemingly take mercy, clearing her throat to get all the attention onto her. You whine at the attention but the witch just shushes you and shoves your face into her neck. “I would like to formally apologize for…Bishop. Natasha won’t let me train her, so she’s quite sloppy. You know how it is with strays, not all of them come house broken.” She’s snickering now, kicking her feet up to lean them against Bucky’s thigh. The man just rolls his eyes, used to the treatment by this point. “You know, Tony, I know you love a clean conference room so don’t worry. The mess will be cleaned, she will be cleaning it. All pets have to learn somehow.” Wanda ends her taunting with a grunt, hissing lightly when you bite a little too roughly on her pulsepoint. 

Steve chuckles awkwardly as he struggles to look at Kate, clapping his hands to regain the attention of the room. The widow stares down at the archer, smirking as she watches her squirm as she tries to contain herself. Leaning back down Natasha whistles softly, smiling gently as she watches the brunette crawl over to her. She pulls the young girl into a slow kiss, chuckling a bit against her lips when a whine falls from her lips. “You heard your Водич, get to cleaning.” Her words are mumbled, but firm. She watches as the younger girl starts to stand on shaky legs, attempting to go and get cleaning supplies, but the ginger just rolls her eyes shoving Kate back to the ground. “Nuh uh, your mouth will do just fine Mutt.” 

Giggles are flying out of your mouth before you can stop them as you see your girlfriend’s wide eyes, her jaw dropping in surprise. You shove your face in Wanda’s chest as you try to control yourself, even though you can feel her laughter rumbling through her body. You feel cold metal against your shin, tapping to gain your attention, and when you look at the man he points at Kate with a knowing smirk. 

You aren’t even sure what the noise that falls from your lips is but you can’t help it as you stare at Kate on her hands and knees, licking slowly at the spreading puddle. You’re squirming in Wanda’s lap, the sudden intense wave of arousal surprising you as you watch your girlfriend clean up her mess. Flinching when you feel lips against your ear, “You like the show Little One?” She chuckles at your slowed nod, feeling your body begin to go slack. “Mmhmm watching your filthy mongrel clean up her mess in front of the entire team. Bet you're just soaking through her panties, aren’t you. Tell her, Toy, tell her how much you like seeing her on her hands and knees; being a good little mutt and licking up her mess” Her leg slips between your thighs, smirking as she feels your wetness through the pants of her suit. 

A high pitched “Pup” tears through your teeth and makes Kate choke on the last gulp of her mess. The ginger rolls her eyes, as she stands noticing that it’s just Steve and Bucky whispering at the front of the room now. “Off to our wing Mutt, take the pad with you.” Natasha is rolling the soaked fabric into a ball, slipping it into a random grocery bag that came from nowhere. Letting the archer grip the handles in her mouth, she watches with twinkling eyes as she crawls out of the room without any more prompting. 

Your hips are grinding down on Wanda’s thigh without restraint now, whimpers only muffled by your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Natasha grips your chin in your hand, “Such a needy pathetic little toy, bet you think you’re going to cum on your Mommy’s thigh right here. Cute, but your dumb tiny brain won’t be getting anything tonight. Instead you get to play with your mutt, we’re going to work on her control tonight. Isn’t that right, Mommy?” Wanda hums in agreement, urging you off her lap against your whiny protest. A quick but harsh slap against the back of your thigh shuts you up quickly and Natasha pushes you out the door. “Go find your little bitch, you can pick out her collar for the night princess.”  -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Kate is rolling around on the bed, mumbling in her sleep, as Wanda watches her from the head of the bed. Light wisps of magic surround the younger brunette’s head as the Sokovian watches her dreams like a movie, a soft smile adorns her face. She doesn’t look up when Natasha walks into the room, carrying you like a koala. “The stray had a lot of fun today.” Her voice is soft, a sense of pride obvious. 

Natasha chuckles as she struggles to get you to let her go, half asleep and clingy. “C’mon my девочка, go cuddle with Mommy.” The moment Wanda is mentioned you drop onto the bed, rolling until you face plant into her side. A flabbergasted look spreads across the widow's face as she watches you so easily settle down for bed. 

Wanda just smirks victoriously as she slightly whistles at Kate’s sleeping form, arrogantly looking at Natasha as the archer curls around her legs. “Don’t think too hard Natsy, just know I am magical.” There’s a light teasing in her voice as she reaches out towards her girlfriend. “Now come cuddle me, my love.” 

The pouting assassin crawls into bed, shoving her face into the witch’s neck with a grumble. “You cheat, that’s how you win. You cheat.” A chuckle and a soft forehead kiss is all the answer she receives as the four of you settle into a warm silence, sleep just around the corner for you all. 

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so i've asked briefcasejuice about this already but i'd also like your take too - since you're part of the daredevil tumblr fandom council and all ...

I'm writing this scene and one of my ocs asks matt if he can handle spicy food and i wanted him to explain this whole thing about pain receptors in his mouth being "sensitive"... and how he hated pineapple because of the bromelain...(the substance that breaks up the protein in your mouth, that's why it's tingly)

and then my oc asks about like regular "body" pain since touch is after all one of the senses of his that have been heightened, and he explains something along the lines of even if the feeling of pain is heightened -- his body isn't actually weaker or more sensitive - so while he gets injured like anyone else he feels the pain of those injuries differently (more). over time he has gotten used to it but its still something he's working on as he hurts himself worse with every fight.

WHAT I'M GETTING AT is that i came to @briefcasejuice about this because they're very knowledgeable about matt stuff and comic matt especially, and they told me it did sound pretty accurate - so now i guess i just want to know -

how do you interpret or view matt's sensibility when it comes to pain - and if it came up in TRT (which maybe it did and i forgot oops?) how would you write it out?

and btw - congrats on the mango thing!! what's next on the fruit discovery journey 🤨 (what else can i be shocked that you didn't try)

Ok first of I love the idea of a Daredevil tumblr fandom council, because now I've got the image of all of us gathered solemnly to talk about DD fandom topics and headcanons like

Second off, ooooh this is a good question. I can't remember if I've ever gotten deep into it in TRT, although it'll probably come up eventually. But I absolutely agree with @briefcasejuice, and with your take on it. This seems right, for a couple reasons, including my own experience with pain.

So a lot of this is based on my own issues (and one of the reasons I relate really strongly to Matt's sense of touch, touch starvation, and pain, and when writing generally include him being comforted and going near comatose beneath gentle touch). Without getting too specific, due to chronic pain and health problems, I experience something called allodynia - "pain due to a stimulus that does not normally provoke pain." Basically, my nerves are all spun up to 11 and even light sensation often reads as pain, regardless of whether I'm actually hurt - Matt's comment about 'cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin'? I get that, cause rough fabric's painful to me (another ex: put icy hot on my skin once, just about clawed it off my arm because I was convinced something had gone wrong and it was burning me). And on bad days, even very soft fabrics or, hell, a breeze, any sensation anywhere I have nerves feel like bits of glass grinding into a burn. Best explanation I have for a really bad day. And we know Matt's sense of touch is heightened. So I often think he feels a lot like me, and how you described it feels right.

Everything hurts more, even if you're not being hurt more, and even if your body's strong enough physically to take whatever's being done. Physically, there's no reason his body can't handle cotton sheets, or a food with acid, and God knows the man can take a punch. Functionally, his body is fine. But his nerves don't act that way. They send way more signals than they need to, and sure, this helps if he's trying to use them to his own advantage, but it also means he's left wide open to a far higher degree of pain from stimuli that most of us would consider more minor (pineapple, in this case) along with the pain we all regularly avoid.

Does he mostly block it out? Yes. Especially on a day to day, to the point where he may actually miss smaller injuries because he's focused on tuning out other, larger pains. I know I do - your brain eventually just goes 'oh new baseline and I still need to live so Imma put everything below it into the background so it doesn't stop us doing what we need to'. I hug people, I touch things that are rough, I use hot water with the dishes, and if I focus on it, I remember that it hurts a bit, but I've learned to tune that out for the most part. Much like me, Matt's dealt with this for years, so while he does what he can (soft sheets, avoiding certain foods, wearing certain types of clothes), he's gotten used to a lot of the day to day stuff he can't avoid, though like you said, as the injuries pile up, it just gets worse and worse as that pain stacks. Some of it might be tempered by surges of adrenaline and endorphins (why I theorize he can fight even when injured - tune it out thanks to all the practice, PLUS fighting so ferociously that his body pumps him up until he can ignore it, at least until he crashes afterwards, and crashes hard), but he's definitely feeling it far, far worse.

So I basically think it's likely, especially when pain is stacking, that he's just made a bunch of calculations for his everyday life on what's worth the pain and what isn't - certain foods? No point. Cotton sheets? No point. There is no benefit, and so he comfortably avoids it, whereas going out to fight he generally always sees as worth it since there's a tangible benefit. Those calculations at least are something we all do every day - we decide the pain of a tattoo or working out or that sour candy is worth it cause it gives us something we like. Matt just takes it up to 11. I can absolutely see him taking something like, say, pineapple - tingly and acidic - and not only feeling pain when eating it but also just literally running the mental math and going, 'yeah not worth it' because he's in enough pain day to day thanks to injuries and other things he can't avoid.

In summary: you're right and I headcanon Matt operates much like someone who's been dealing with allodynia for a while, which means he'd feel more pain from stimuli even if it's not hurting him, so he chooses things in his day-to-day to avoid and then just throws himself into the pain on big things and hopes the endorphins and adrenaline will help him tune it out.

LASTLY THANK YOU ON THE MANGO! I cannot BELIEVE I went so long without knowing how fucking delicious they were. New fruits I haven't tried that are on my list now that I realized I need to find if there are MORE DELICIOUS UNKNOWNS LIKE MANGOS: boysenberries, figs, grapefruit, guava, kumquats, passionfruit, papaya, prickly pears, and satsumas!

#daredevil #matt murdock #headcanon #allodynia #this is how i treat matt's dealing with pain anyway #i know it's not exact so i often make some adjustments #but there's just things he's said or done that resonate too much for my brain not to go 'like me??? matt is like me???' #which is strangely comforting #and so i've used a lot of personal experience to fill in the gaps on how he might operate in his day to day #and how he might function #in that he's YES more sensitive to pain even if there's not technically more pain #he just FEELS it more and his nerves TELL him it hurts more even if it's NOT hurting more #on the up (down?) side he can probably stand getting stitched up easily because he's felt way WAY more pain so it barely registers #because he's so used to tuning out even more pain so his brain's used to filing that away #BUT #when his concentration is down or he's tired that gets harder #same during injury stacking which'll only get worse as he gets older #either way he'd look at shit like pineapple and just go 'uh no that hurts I'll pass' because there's no good reason to eat it #we joke about matt's catholicism making him suffer and I joke about it too but #i think in reality he'd do these subtle little avoids for stuff like this unless he was REALLY depressed or in I Am Stick mode #or just has a good reason #and on some bad days he probably can't stand being touched tbh and would barely be able to drink room temp water (cold = pain) #at least it means the reverse it true - he'd absolutely melt beneath gentle touch or pleasant things or fleecy soft fabric #and sometimes even on bad days if you touch him *very* gently he'll tolerate the pain because he knows #that the oxytocin he gets from affectionate touch helps dull the sting just a little #(i realize this sounds bad ya'll can hug me if you see me at the con i won't turn them down i like hugs they're worth the sting)

[jktummies]

Vmin dump:

Jimin doesn’t understand, him and Taehyung have been dating for a few months now and jimin knows tae feels the same way as him. So why haven’t they kissed?!

They both were sophomores in college and met in the arts program. Jimin knew he was a goner when he first laid eyes on Taehyung in intro to photography class.

It took a lot of awkward and embarrassing moments, plus meddling of their friends for the mutual pining to end.

Jimin confessed to Taehyung before the winter break and Taehyung beamed as he nodded his head yes and said he felt the same.

Jimin immediately then went for a kiss, but Taehyung panicked and covered his mouth. He then explained shyly that he can’t kiss on the mouth yet, that he’s not ready for that.

Jimin a bit disappointed because he wanted nothing more than to feel taes lips on his just nodded and went for a kiss on the cheek.

Taheyung is grateful for jimin not being pushy about it. That’s he understanding. Jimin on the other hand is at wits ends.

6 months in and still no lip to lip kiss. He thought Taehyung could be waiting for the perfect moment, but they’ve had plenty of perfect moments that would be better if they had kissed.

He’s talked to his friends about it and we’ll they all seem to side with Taehyung and respecting his wishes to wait if jimin really loved him. WHICH HE DOES!

Seokjin on the other hand looked a bit nervous when jimin was telling him this. Him and Taehyung are cousins so of course jimin asked if this was a family rule.

He got nothing as Seokjin instead took to running away.

Jimin is supposed to take Taehyung out tonight for ice cream. He decided it’s time to confront him!

__________________________________________

Jimin can see how happy Taehyung is as he takes bite after bite of his ice cream and insitisng on feeding jimin his too. Jimins happy too, but the question is still nagging at his mind.

He didn’t mean to, but he can’t help but blurt it out

Taehyung bites his lip when telling jimin his story?

Taehyung is stunned a little, “what?”

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

Taehyung frowns “I do kiss you?”

Jimin sighs, “on the lips tae! Why don’t we ever kiss on the lips?”

Taheyung looks nervous now. The same way jin did. He seems to pull away and make himself smaller. Jimin is about to apologize for his outburst when Taehyung just sighs and says a small “not here” before standing and leaving the ice cream parlor.

Jimin makes way to follow him. They’re not walking side by side as Taheyung is leading the way somewhere. It’s not until they’re in a ditch when Taehyung stops.

He looks like he’s gonna cry and jimin feels really bad now but before he can go comfort him, Taehyung is speaking.

“My family has a curse. I cant kiss anyone or else they’ll be unrecognizable”

Jimin is stunned. He did feel bad but he can’t believe Taheyung would say something so ridiculous

“Are you kidding me.”

Taheyung looks up to see jimin annoyed as he glared at him.

“You know, you could have just said you didn’t want and I could have respected that, but for you to say a lie like this is kinda ridiculous tae!”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “see I knew if I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me.”

Jimin scoffs, “of course I don’t believe you when you say something this absurd. You’re being so cryptic about it when you could off just told me you don’t want to-“

“I WANT TO! Belive me I want to, but I can’t. I’m serious jimin I have a curse. My whole family does even Seokjin. We can’t kiss anyone because-“

“Because what?! I’ll turn into some monster,” pffft “yeah right- “

Before he could say anymore Taehyung surged to kiss him. Jimin squeaked as it was unexpected but before he could kiss back Taheyung pulled back looking horrified.

Taehyung eyes began to water as his hand touched his lips. Jimin rolled his eyes, “what was kissing me that bad? That’s why you had to lie-“

But before he could finish he suddenly felt a gurgle in his stomach as a tingly feeling tan through his body.

“Im so sorry jimin, i just wanted you to believe me”

Jimin looked up confused as suddenly he looked back down to see his middle growing. His belly was growing!

“Tae?”

Before he could say more he felt his pants and shirt get tighter. His thighs were winding and stretching the material of his jeans to the limit. He felt himself loose balance as he tired turning around to see his butt expanding.

“Tae!”

Ripping was heard as his pants finally gave through and the fat on legs was peeking through. Not that he could really see though as his shirt had now caught itself on his moobs? And kept shrinking as his stomach surged foward with fat as now supported a big double belly.

Another rip and soon enough he felt his ass falling through. He stumbled as now his arms puffed out and rested at an angle with all the fat growing on him. He felt around trying to see if that was all real when he caught the site of his chubby fingers. He gasped and at that felt the accumulation of two chins.

Taehyung was looking at him in shock. As the lean fit him now instead stood a fat obese man with cloths barley covering his lard.

“I told you!”

#omg Im so bad with endings #but this is a dump of an idea I had #jimin is now very fat #just wanted to write this down lol

[itsmnee]

touches

3 times they touch

nsfw (not explicit)

[ 1 ]

“Ugh, you’re so annoying!”

“You’re annoying. You have two hands yet you may as well have zero, usuratonkachi. You can’t even—mmmpf!”

“Heh, is that all it takes to shut you up, bastard?”

“I’m going to kill—”

“Like you couldn’t push me off if you wanted to.”

“Shut up before I—nngh—”

“Mm, you taste like curry.”

“Yeah, because we just ate curry for lunch, dumbass.”

“So I taste like curry too?”

“I don’t—”

“Need me to do it again so you can see?”

“Tch, whatever. Just stop shoving your entire tongue in my mouth, idiot.”

“Why don’t you show me how it’s done, then, genius?”

“...So?”

“Alright, yeah, that was—pretty good, I guess.”

“Hn.”

“Hold on, have you been practicing? With who?”

“...You’re such a fucking moron.”

“Who was it, Sasuke?!”

“Get off of me—”

“Not until you tell me who!”

“Why do you want to know? Are you jealous?”

“As if! Go make out with Sakura, see if I care!”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

“...”

“W-wait, you’re not actually gonna—oi, stop!”

“What? You don’t care, so why shouldn’t I?”

“Just…”

“Just?”

“Don’t… kiss anyone else.”

“You do care, then?”

“Well, I—how would you feel if I went around kissing Sakura, huh? Or—or, uh—Hinata! She likes me, y’know! I bet I could just—oh—Sasuke…”

“Don’t.”

“Y-yeah, okay.”

[ 2 ] 

“Ow, fuck!”

“Sorry! Should I—”

“Don’t fucking stop, just—use more of—”

“Okay. How… ah, how’s this?”

“That’s… better…”

“Yeah?”

“Shit…”

“Sasuke?”

“Yes, fuck, keep going.”

“O-okay. You, uh, feel amazing, by the way.”

“Stop talking.”

“Not, mmm, gonna happen. God, you’re so hot. Let me—”

"Ah!"

"That's it, baby."

"Ah—shut up—Naruto!"

"Yeah, c'mon, I'm close too…”

“Right t-there, that’s—guh—”

“—oh fuck, Sasuke, I love you, I love you, I—"

"..."

"Sorry, I…"

"Why're you crying? Come here, moron."

"I just, I lo—"

"I know."

"And it's so—"

"I know."

"Do you…?"

"Obviously."

“Will you… say it? Not right now, just—one day? Once, at least?”

“...I’ll try.”

[ 3 ]

"Is it supposed to burn? But like, in a good way?"

"I don't know, it's not like I've done this before."

"You better not've, asshole."

"Even an idiot like you would've noticed if I'd melded my chakra with someone else's."

"Now it’s kinda tingly. Like static. How does it feel for you?”

“Like... soaring, somehow. Light. Airy.”

“Oh. Maybe it’s our affinities, then?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s… nice.”

“Hn.”

“How long do we have to hold hands like this, d’you think?”

“We should know when it’s done.”

“Okay. Well, while we wait, we could always…”

“Don’t get distracted, usuratonkachi.”

“What are we supposed to do, then, silently stare into each other’s eyes?”

“You couldn’t be silent if your life depended on it.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s do it, bastard.”

“Fine. Go.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Naruto…”

“Ha! You lose!”

“Naruto.”

“What?”

“I—I love you.”

“O-oh."

"You know I do, right? Even if I can't say it—"

"Hey. I know your heart just like you know mine, remember?"

"I remember everything, Naruto."

"Hm... how about this?"

"Yes, and it's still gross."

"Please, you've let me spit in your mouth, but you don't want my tongue in it?"

"Not like that—"

"Then how about like this—"

"Mm..."

"God, I love you—so much—”

“Ah, we can’t right now—”

“Wanna bet?”

“That’s—shit, don’t let go.”

“I won’t.”

“Fuck, keep…”

“Yeah…”

“Can’t believe you’re going to make me come in my pants like we’re seventeen again…”

“Gotta keep things interesting, y’know?”

“So this—nnngh—is the sort of nonsense I’m in for?”

“Yup. Forever.”

“Forever, huh…”

“As long as you don’t let go.”

“N-never…”

“Promise?”

“Yes, yes, I'm—fuck!”

“Holy shit, that was—”

“You felt it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we’re…”

“You’re mine.”

“Already was, dobe.”

“You’re really sweet sometimes, y’know…”

“Are you going to finish what you started or what?”

“I always do, jerk. And I’ll show you exactly what I can do with two hands…”

[ End ]

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[littleorangecactus]

Disgust...or is it intrigue?

TRIGGER WARNING, BLOOD AND SOME ACCIDENTAL HARM AND SELF HOMOPHOBIA FOR A BRIEF PERIOD!!!!

Catherine knew one thing in this new world and that would be that she still could not, for any reason, stand that good for nothing Boleyn girl. Deep down Catherine knew she shouldn’t be mad at her, but the truth was buried by so much hatred that she could do nothing to see it. Catherine had the perfect life. She was married to the king, had a beautiful daughter, and was well respected for her knowledge and love of the church. Her life couldn’t get better if it possibly tried, and so of course, it got worse. All the way from France comes this dark haired, doe eyed, baby faced young woman. She was to be a royal guest and treated with the utmost care. Anne Boleyn was a young, quick witted, spunky woman who dreamed of nothing but knowledge and power. She wanted to be respected and in charge and she knew the way to get it was to go to the top. So with much trial and error, Anne got what she wanted, no matter what Catherine did to try and stop her, and while one gained everything the other lost it all. 

Centuries pass, the queens come back to life in modern day England, and now Catherine must deal with her worst nightmare all over again. To say Catherine hated Anne was an understatement. She hated everything about her, just the existence of Anne Boleyn made her upset. That sassy, loud mouthed, ball of wild untamed energy was on her shit list. How dare she walk around like she wasn’t the reason that Catherine and Henry split?! How dare she act unaffected with what she had done?! Catherine could not stand to be in the same room with her, let alone stand next to her to preform. No matter how hard she tried to get along with the other queens, successfully bonding with most of them, she would avoid Anne at all costs. She would look at the second queen and feel anger boil in her gut. A sickly feeling, that’s what it was. 

She hated Anne for being able to take Henry. For being able to take her entire life and completely destroy it with no thought or regard for anyone else’s feelings. Anne was many things to many people: annoying, rude, abrasive, wickedly smart, charming, beautiful, the list goes on. Wait, beautiful? There was no way in the entirety of the great universe that Catherine would have actually thought that Anne was beautiful.  Because if she admitted any of these statements it would mean that in some way, deep down in her heart, she cared for that petulant girl and that just wouldn't do at all! Why would she say that Anne was beautiful? She had great bone structure sure, and her witty remarks were actually pretty funny but no way would Catherine openly admit this about Anne!

Quickly getting up from her chair in the living room, Catherine hurries to her room and slams the door. Leaning up against it, she takes deep breaths trying to calm her heart. Saying those words, accepting what they truly meant, was something Catherine couldn’t do. She had always loved Henry, in her mind they were the stars and the moon, never had there been someone so perfect for each other. Her heart was set on him from the moment she was placed near him. Her heart beat would speed up, a flush would cover her cheeks, her mind filled with things she wished to tell him. Now though, she was getting that tingly feeling again, and deep down she knew who it was about. 

Slamming her hand on the wall, Catherine pushed away from the door and started to pace. She can’t understand the way she thinks about that dark haired brat, there isn’t a single excuse that makes up for these feelings about her! Catherine pressed her forehead against the floor length mirror on the wall, tears coming to her eyes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, deep down she knew what these feelings were, why she had them. She knew the reason Anne came to the castle, why she picked Henry, it was a smart move she must admit. That was the worst part for Catherine, she understood what Anne was going through. It made her hatred for her lessen even more! She couldn’t hate a woman who didn’t want to be in a relationship but was forced too anyway! 

The more she thought about Anne and what occurred during their time together, the more angry she got. Pacing around the room while trying to conceal her deeper feelings, Catherine was getting more and more upset. God was her most devoted love, her savior above all, and yet he was allowing his child to suffer? Hadn’t she done that enough with all that she had lost? This was all too much. Looking back at her reflection, she was truly disgusted. Seeing red, she threw her fist forward. She didn’t even realize she was doing it until she hit it hard enough to crack. Catherine jumped back startled. She had hit her fist so hard on the glass that it had shattered, shards and chunks falling around her feet. Shocked, she backed away only to stumble and become all dizzy. Red was spotting her vision and her floor as well. Looking down at her hand, she could see the blood starting to spill from a large gash on the side of her wrist. Inadvertently, Catherine had nicked a vein with a shard of glass. Blood was pouring from the wound. Finally allowing herself a release of emotions, she let out a scream and slowly stumbled to her knees. The shattering noise and her scream was enough to get the attention of the other queens who came running to her side.

Jane came in first, being the room closest to her, and gasped at the sight. She ran over to Catherine and used her shirt to put pressure on her hand. Anna and Kat were next, with Anna stopping in her tracks in the door blocking Kat from getting in. She told Kat to phone 911 and to go to her room in such a voice that Kat didn’t argue. Anna then went to the side of Catherine and started checking the rest of her arm for cuts and trying to get her to hold still. Finally, Anne came down from upstairs and almost threw up at the sight. She looked at the woman who hated her most in the world kneeling on the ground surrounded by her own blood with glass all around her. “I don’t want her..” Catherine croaked out. The hurt in Anne’s eyes wasn’t hidden. The other two queens looked at her with a sympathetic look and she quickly ran from the room in tears. They look down at Catherine who had curled in on herself, trying to absorb the pain. She was fading in and out of consciousness, still trying to speak. “To see.” She finally finished. She hadn’t wanted Anne to see her like this, she was embarrassed enough with Jane and Anna having to help her. “Sweetie, we are gonna take you to the hospital okay? You’re going to be fine, we just need to get you patched up okay?” Jane tries to keep her voice calm as possible. Catherine just nodded, trying to make here eyes stay focused. Slowly, as she hears the sirens, Catherine’s eyes close as she loses consciousness. 

At the hospital, Catherine slowly wakes up and realized what happened. She feels so stupid for not paying attention to her own body movements. Her sole job in this world was to protect the others and here she was scaring them because she lost her cool. Looking around she sees the tear tracks on the faces of the other queens, who are all curled up in chairs around her bed. Catherine’s gut turns as she thinks of what she put them through and she realizes she needs to explain. Making a small movement to turn her body, the noise of the rustling of sheets awaking the others.

Jane is the first to react, getting up from her spot to quickly go to Catherine’s side. “Hello my little sunshine, it’s good to see you awake.” She says as she gently takes Catherine’s good hand in her own. “Wh-when can I go home?” She wheezes out, her throat having gone dry from being asleep for so long. “I’m not quite sure love, but I can go ask the doctor if you’d like?” Jane’s soft smile gives Catherine a small reprieve from the guilt she’s feeling as she nods her head gently. Jane goes to the other side of her bed and grabs a cup of water and brings it to Catherine. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go talk to the nurses and doctor real quick and we will get it all settled.” She hands the cup to Catherine and places a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading out the door.

Cathy is the next one to speak, taking Jane’s place beside her godmother. “What happened Catherine? I walked in the house and no one was home, I got to see if you’re in your room, and the floor is covered in glass and blood. I hadn’t checked my phone because it was on silent, and I missed the first calls from the other queens telling me to get to the hospital.” Cathy’s eyes fill with tears as she looks down on the woman she considers her mother. “Mi pequeña amor, I am so incredibly sorry I scared you. I was upset, thinking in my room. I hadn’t realized that I was hitting the mirror that hard until it shattered under my touch. I truly never meant for this to happen my love. I’m sorry for scaring you so badly.” Catherine looks up at her godchild and fellow queen, letting her true emotions come through. With tears forming in her eyes she gently takes Cathy’s hand and hold it to her lips, giving her a tiny, soft kiss. “I can see you’re tired. I will hopefully be discharged soon and will be back home before you know it. Please go back to the house and get some rest. I know it will be hard to do but if anything happens we will notify you immediately. Take Kitty too, she shouldn’t be here, poor thing is probably a nervous wreck.” Cathy tries to argue but can see there’s no point in trying with the look in her chosen mother’s eyes. She sighs and nods her head, kissing Catherine’s cheek as she goes over to the chair she’s been sitting in to grab her purse. “Come on Kitty. When we get home maybe we can bake some brownies for Aragon to enjoy when she gets back?” Cathy offers a hopeful smile towards the young girl and let’s out a quick sigh of relief when she nods her head.

Kitty walks over to the bed, leans over it as she softly pulls Catherine into a hug. “Please come back really soon?” She looks into the oldest queen’s eyes as Catherine nods her head while it’s leant against her chest. “I will, love. Go on and make sure Cathy gets some sleep after the kitchen rendezvous you two are going to get up too.” She gives a gentle smile as Kitty laughs and goes over to the door where Cathy is waiting. Grabbing her hand the pair head out to the main lobby, headed for home.

“And then there were three.” Anna jokes as she slowly stands up, letting her stiff joints stretch out. “I am going to go with them to make sure they don’t set anything on fire. I will be glad when you are back at home.” Anna smiles as she gently squeezes Catherine’s good hand and heads out the door to follow the others. Catherine watches her leave with a small smile on her face. Turning her head, she looks to the side to see the last queen still in the room. Anne has curled herself into a ball and is looking at the floor, her eyes red and puffy. “Anne-“ she starts out. “I-I should go, you don’t want me to stay here.” Anne starts to unfold her body which she is sure is melded to the chair. “Anne, stay. Please?” Catherine’s voice is so soft Anne almost didn’t hear it. Standing stock still, the dark haired girl looks up to meet the older woman’s eyes. “Come here, come sit beside me.” Anne looks at her hesitantly before complying and sitting on the corner of Catherine’s bed. “I owe you a lot of explaining.” She starts to say, quickly covering the young woman’s mouth as she tries to comment. “No it’s true I do. I cannot excuse my behavior or label it something it isn’t and I’m sorry. I have definitely not been treating you fairly and for that I’m sorry.” Catherine hopes she is portraying as much emotions in her words as her heart felt. “You have every reason not to like me, I wouldn’t if the roles were reversed.” Anne says softly with a shrug, playing with the corner of the blanket to avoid eye contact.

Catherine’s heart breaks as she looks at the younger queen. She had been so rude and spiteful towards her, and yet hearing how she truly felt made her feel nothing but guilt and sadness. “Anne, I don’t hate you-“ she stops when the brunette looks at her with a non believing stare. “No let me explain. For a while yes, I was very upset at you. I had the perfect life, everything I ever wanted. But I also know where you were coming from. You didn’t make this choice, your father did. You wanted to be free to explore not to be locked down. After my anger settled, I realized you were just a lost young girl trying to make it in a foreign place. I never even gave you a chance. I will never be able to apologize enough for not thinking from your perspective until it was too late.” Catherine reaches out and gently puts her hand over Anne’s, trying to show how true her words were.

“I understood why you didn’t like me, I never felt like I didn’t deserve it. I wanted so much to be my own person and instead I just followed orders as a good daughter was supposed too. Turns out I was just never any good at following them.” Anne let’s put a quiet laugh and Catherine smiles at her softly. “I also need to admit something to you. I have been harsher on you lately and it hasn’t been for anything you’ve done. I have been in my head for a while about some feelings and thoughts I’ve been having and I’ve taken it out on you. I realize that it was wrong but it’s too late to try and go back and just be brave about it all.” Catherine looks at her hand which it still on the younger queen’s lap, gently placed on the pale hand of her counterpart. “Anne. I need to tell you something. And I will understand if this makes you hate me, I wouldn’t object to it in the slightest. Against all moral high grounds and standings within my relationship with God, I have realized something. I can’t help but feel a pull towards you. And I keep trying, I want it to stop, please know I do! But I just can’t stop the feelings whenever I’m around you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you always know how to brighten anyone’s mood, your thirst for knowledge astounds me. You stand up for what you believe in and you are so protective of the ones you love. I can’t help but want to look at you whenever you are near me because it seems like there’s just a light that surrounds you that’s so bright and pure. And I’m sorry. I know this is wrong, okay?! I know. And I just can’t keep this to myself anymore because I can’t keep hiding these emotions! I mean for Pete’s sake, this is why I’m in this damned bed!” Catherine was practically hysterical at this point, ranting her feelings towards the younger woman. She needed to get this out and she needed it out now. She knew this would be disastrous but she couldn’t even find it in herself to care anymore, she had so much pent up inside her. Trying to slow her breathing she looked up at the other queen, trying to gauge her reaction. Anne was sitting there, wide eyed, staring right back at her with her mouth hanging slightly open. “You- you have feelings for me? This happened because of me?” Her voice was so quiet Catherine could barely hear her. She nodded her head, ashamed of herself for feeling this way and ashamed at how this had all come to be. Looking down at her hands, Catherine kept her head down. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was so confusing and enraging and I just needed to make it stop…” she tried to explain her behavior but the reality was, there really wasn’t an explanation for it. She hears Anne getting ready to move, knowing that she was going to leave and never speak to her again. Catherine’s eyes clenched up as the tears she had been trying to hold back came through. Suddenly, she feels a crooked finger under her chin, tilting her face to meet the other queen’s.

“I have been having the same problem with you. Your entire being is so calming and protective, you’re like a security blanket around our home. Your kindness and willingness to do anything for the others proves this with everything you do, even if we don’t say anything. I knew from the moment I met you that you were something special, I just couldn’t find it in myself to ever tell you. I wasn’t going too actually, I was just going to let you hate me because I felt like I deserved it. I feel butterflies every time you walk into the room, your aura makes me feel safer than I’ve ever been.” Anne looks deep into her eyes as she says this, taking her other hand and gently wiping away the tears from Catherine’s eyes. The older queen looks into her eyes and smiles at her, a true bright smile that takes Anne’s breath away. “I would very much like to kiss you right now if you would let me.” She says looking back and forth between Anne’s lips and her eyes. The younger queen smiles and nods her head, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. They both start to lean in, so close to touching they could feel each other’s breath on the own lips. Before they could connect however, they hear familiar footsteps coming quickly towards their room.

Leaning away from each other quickly, they try to pretend as if nothing had happened as the door opened and in walks Jane. “Good news! The doctor said as long as we keep it bandaged and clean you’re clear to go home! Now I have a change of clothes for you and I figured you’d want to leave as soon as possible!” Jane is practically bursting with joy as she goes to her chair and grabs the small bag she had Cathy bring with her when she came. “Thank you Jane, truly. I don’t know what would have happened if you and Anna didn’t act so quickly.” Catherine smiles at her and grabs the bag from Jane’s outstretched hand. “Let me change real quick and we can sign the papers and head home.” Getting off the bed, she takes the bag to the bathroom attached to her room and quickly changes into comfier clothes. “Alright, I’m ready to go. I must confess I am very drained and would love to go home to some tea and a good night’s sleep.” Catherine gathers her belongings while the others help her get ready to leave. Heading to the receptionist, they quickly get the papers signed and given back to the nurse, who smiles kindly at them as they head towards the exit. Walking the short walk to the car, Jane leads the way with Anne and Catherine walking slower behind her.

Catherine slowly extends her hand, hoping the other queen will take it. She gives her a big grin when Anne takes her hand and the walk silently towards the car. This, this feels good. This feels right. If loving Anne felt like this all the time, then how could it possibly be that bad? Once settled in the car and on the way home, Catherine feels like she can finally breathe. A deep, full chested, wonderfully free breath. Turning her head to look at her emerald lover, she smiles, a true smile, and leans her head on her shoulder. Anne places a gentle peck on the crown of her head and she knows this is what it felt like to be home.

@blizabeth-elount i told you I had a fanfic for you, oh about a year ago, maybe two at this point. Well, i finally got back to it and i am finished. Here is Aargon/Boleyn in a angsty love story.

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[skeche]

The movie reverts to a flashback scene between the main character and her friend that was accompanying her, a woman. It was them being more than obviously romantically involved, holding hands and whispering to each other. 

“Oh.” Suguru murmurs, surprised. He didn’t guess that. 

Satoru laughs. “You didn’t see that coming? Gay people exist.” 

Suguru scowls and pushes his shoulder, briefly knocking him away. “I’m well aware gay people exist, stupid.”

“Idiot.”

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.” 

They burst out laughing and Suguru feels a warmth in his chest. This was a familiar feeling; the edibles were kicking in. His hands felt tingly and his face numb. “I think I feel it.”

Satoru looks over at him, sunglasses glaring. “Oh yeah? I’m not yet.” His mouth struggles to hold a straight line and Suguru knows he’s lying.

“Liar.” He whispers, reaching to take off his sunglasses. He hesitates, waiting for Satoru to pull away or say no, but nothing happens. He slips them off and looks into his eyes. They were as shining as the sunglasses, an iridescent blue that demanded one’s attention. 

“I like when you call me names.” Satoru whispers back, taking the glasses from him and putting them on him carefully. He lifts a strand of hair that got caught between the frames. 

The room is incredibly dark to Suguru, no Six Eyes to see for him. He looks around and can barely make out the details of the desk and door. The only visible thing through the glasses is Satoru’s face from the glowing screen, movie still quietly playing. 

“How do you see anything with these?” He asks quietly, knowing exactly how. 

“I’m just really good.” Satoru smiles with an adoring expression, his attention undivided. Suguru feels embarrassed, as if he did something undeserving of this. 

He takes off the glasses and fixes his hair but doesn’t give them back. Instead sets them on the desk next to his bed, out of reach. “If your eyes hurt, let me know.” Is all he offers. He fiddles with his sweatpants strings, the rough sensation feeling weird on his fingers.

“Okay,” Satoru hums, looking back to the movie. The main character was in the middle of confronting some character Suguru doesn’t recognize. He was probably too distracted. 

They watch for a little while longer before the edibles really start to kick in for Suguru. His whole body felt like it was vibrating and he was starting to get cotton mouth. It was a good but intense feeling. 

"How do you feel?" Satoru suddenly asks, putting a hand on his thigh. Suguru watches him but doesn't comment. 

He feels shy.

"I feel fine. Been a while since I've been high." He feels like he's talking so slowly. "How did you get these?"

Satoru gives a mischievous smile. "I have my ways. And they don't smell bad so none of the teachers realized."

Suguru reaches for his hand, parting Satoru's fingers and inspects them. They were long and rough, years worth of calluses from fights and hard work layered into his skin. Suguru's hands were no better, but they were thinner and less defined. His mother used to say he had the hands of a girl, the same with his long hair.

Speaking of which, the rubber band keeping it in a bun suddenly hurt. He takes it out in one fluid motion and shakes his head, letting it naturally sit. 

"I need to get you high more." Satoru says.

Suguru looks at him, still holding his hand, and whispers, "Why?" 

Their faces are very close and Suguru can feel his breath. "You're so quiet."

"I can be quiet sometimes." When he meets new people, when he's focusing, when he's alone. 

"No, yeah but you're so quiet right now." 

Suguru laughs. "You just said that."

"I- you know? Shit." Satoru laughs and turns away, hand gripping his own. 

Hesitating for a second, Suguru squeezes it back. It's nice. And warm. It's warm being with Satoru. Physically, along his right side of his body, and inside. His chest is warm. 

He pointedly does not think about it. About how it's so different being with him than with Shoko, or Haibara, or anyone else. How Satoru's attention is warm despite his cold eyes. How when he smiles at Suguru, it feels intimate, like a secret. How close their connection feels at times despite meeting less than a year ago. 

Suguru’s chest is tight. 

#satosugu #gojo x geto #gojo satoru #geto suguru #stsg #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #this is a snippet of a fic im writing thats turning to be really fucking long #feedback is appreciated... i havent written in a few years #yea...

[hullomoon]

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#5

day 21: allergic reaction

part of Whumptober Lite 2022

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"David?" Stevie watched as David scratched his arms, sleeves rolled up to reveal hives all along the skin.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he exclaimed.

Stevie moved his hand away from his arm. “Don’t scratch it.”

“But it itches!”

Stevie sighed. “Have you touched any poisonous plants?”

“No,” David replied while subtly trying to reach his arm.

“Eaten anything?”

“Just those handpies that Jocelyn made for Abestos Fest.”

Stevie glanced at the half-eaten pie on the counter. “Are you allergic to peaches?”

“I don’t think so. It was a bit tingly when I ate it though.”

“It shouldn’t tingle!”

13 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#4

wip wednesday

i was tagged by @tyfinn (thank you!)

i’ve written a little bit, but been away from here. so here’s a big ol’ paragraph. and a thank you to @petrodobreva for being the one to mention including Roland in these shenanigans.

"Hey, Dave, what's with the dog?"

David grimaced as he turned to face Roland. "I adopted him, his name is-"

"His name is David," Stevie interrupted, eyes alight with glee. David glared at her. 

Roland leaned down to pet Rothko. "Well, hi there David."

"I didn't name him David, that would be too confusing."

"What's so confusing about that?"

David crossed his arms. "Because my name is David!"

Roland stood up. "I mean we call you Dave so it isn't all that confusing."

David didn't bother looking at Stevie knowing all too well how much she was enjoying this conversation. He decided it was best to finish the conversation as soon as possible. "You're the only one who does that."

"Sounds like now's a good time for everybody else to start doing that since you named your dog David."

David threw his head back in exasperation. "It was an accident on the form. His name is Rothko."

"Oh, like Mark Rothko?"

A fucking course Roland was the one to know that. 

He sighed in relief. "Yes."

"Then why didn't you put that on the form?"

David was in hell. "I got it switched around with the owner's name."

"Does that mean your name is Rothko now?" Stevie interjected. 

He grabbed Stevie's wrist and guided her away from Roland. "As fun as this conversation has been, we need to leave."

tagging: @sarahlevys, @designatedgrape, @stereopticons, and anyone else who wants to!

17 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#3

what could i do (but follow your love)

written by @ravibegins

read by @hullomoon

part of @podfic-please

It starts, for Derek at least, in the front seat of his car.

He’s not sure where it starts for Dex, but it had to have started somewhere. Derek assumes it’s been a long time coming for Dex.

Why else would Dex lean across the console to press a kiss to Derek’s mouth, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do?

[02:48:25]

20 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

[podfic] Learned Our Lessons Well

part of Summer Podfic Swap 2022

written by @mcbangle

read by @hullomoon

Shitty had known enough sons of celebrities and millionaires to have a pretty clear idea of what Jack Zimmermann would be like. But this kid was nothing like any of them. For some reason, Shitty couldn’t shake the urge to protect this quiet, awkward nerd. Or to maybe actually be friends with him.

Or, scenes from Shitty’s and Jack’s friendship, from their frog year through Shitty’s second year at Harvard Law.

[34:07]

21 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

200 works!!!

last week i reached 200 works on ao3!!! thank you to everyone who has read my works, kuddoed, commented, or bookmarked. to the people who sent in asks or prompts on tumblr. to the people who i’ve done collabs with. and of course, to my friends who let me ramble on about my projects and cheer me on. all of you are part of the reason why i’m still doing this and i’m so grateful 💙💙💙

probably after rare fest i’ll reblog a prompt game to celebrate so be on the lookout for that!

33 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

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[buck-yyyy]

y’all i need some advice, but this kinda turned into a whole rant- tldr at the end :/

im so fucking sick of not being able to interpret social cues. i just spent 20+ minutes talking about history with my mom while we drove home, with other people in the car, and i thought she was having a nice time because i was doing really good with letting the conversation not be too heavy on my side (i have issues with getting too lecture-y and not letting people talk when i talk about things i love) and she was being active in the conversation and it seemed like she was genuinely enjoying it. we get out of the car, and my cousin went ‘ugh, *name*, no more talking about history’, to which i responded ‘you weren’t even a part of the conversation??’ and my mom just turned to her and said in the most infantilizing possible voice, ‘she [me] really loves history, you can just let her talk about it’, implying that she was just listening to me because she had to and not because she actually cared about the conversation. the second she said it i started tearing up and now i’m hiding in the bathroom because i don’t want to see anyone else right now.

i just- i don’t pick up on that stuff like other people do, and i don’t know why. i can rarely tell the difference between when people are actually interested in what i’m saying versus just pretending to be. and i hate it. i hate it so much.

it’s not even just in that kind of scenario that i struggle with this shit. it took me MONTHS after i left eighth grade to realize that my friends from middle school didn’t really like me all that much and just let me hang around because they had to, even when none of them made any effort to talk to me. they made fun of my interests all the time, unless they benefitted them (i used to bake and bring them the treats because no one in my house would eat them).

i can’t pick up on masked sarcasm. when it’s blatant, i get it, and i get most jokes and stuff, but anytime someone is subtlety sarcastic, i’m the only one who doesn’t get it and then get weird looks when i ask what they meant.

it’s practically impossible for me to gauge people’s real interest in what i’m saying. i can’t stop myself from infodumping about the stuff i love. all this stuff, that’s so easy for everyone else, is SO HARD for me, and i don’t understand WHY.

i’m so sick of social rules and expectations. as a kid, i was taught that even if you’re not interested in what people have to say, you need to listen, because it’s clearly important to them- no one follows that, and i frequently get ignored or talked over because no one gives a shot about my interests. why car we taught this shit if no one is going to actually do it? we have to make eye contact with people for them to trust us, but it doesn’t MEAN anything, so what’s the fucking point?

i just feel so different than everyone around me.

i feel like i process and experience emotions differently than everyone else- i don’t get sad like my mom does when people die that other people know, even though i feel so bad about feeling nothing, especially because i get such strong, uncontrollable emotional reactions to stuff that doesn’t fucking matter to everyone else (stranger things is a really good example. i cried four times during volume two, sobbed the whole way to dinner because i was so distraught over everything, has zero appetite and almost relapsed with something all because of a a fucking tv show).

stuff like certain sounds makes my brain go absolutely haywire, and i get both an emotional AND physical reaction to it- if someone blows a raspberry with their tongue, my whole mouth feels gross and tingly and i get irrationally upset.

i get so fixated on stuff, and no one else around me is like that. my entire life, i’ve had such intense interests in the stuff that i like that i can’t think about ANYTHING else for weeks, months, sometimes even a year- but then it’ll fizzle away in less than a week and i won’t even want to touch it. i can’t consume media the same way other people do, i can’t hold an interest for an extended period of time, and while i love how intense my love for these things is, it really sucks to have it be completely uncontrollable.

i just don’t understand why i don’t get this stuff, why i feel so different than everyone around me, why i process things so differently. if anyone has advice, or feels the same, please let me know- i feel so fucking alone in this.

tldr: i can’t pick up on social cues like everyone else can, and i don’t understand why. i process and experience my emotions so differently than everyone else around me, my interests are on a completely different wavelength than anyone else, and i feel so different than everyone else, like i’m a completely different species. i hate it and i don’t get why. if anyone has advice or feels the same, it would mean the world to me if you could share :/

#advice please

[gold-relief]

potty time

I haven’t gone to make piss in 8 hours. It feels amazing 😻 holding in all my gold water 💦 that wants to flow out of my little pee pee hole full force filling up the toilet with a thick golden color. My bladder is hard because it has all the liquids I drank in it which was Dr Pepper for supper and water through out the night. My mouth gets dry so I wake up here and there thirsty and take nice size drinks out of my water bottle. Tonight I finished 2 and am on my 3rd. It makes me feel so yummy between my thighs when I go to full on go. I wonder how much longer I will be able to hold before I have to sit on the cool porcelain and make a nice long stream. They usually last over a minute cause I don’t whizz very often only about 3-4x a day and they all make me feel tingly before I finally relax and release. Having a little bit of fun with myself always feels nice. Does anyone else enjoy 😊 a good hold and if you do how long do you pee for??

Update: I finally made a huge power piss that was forever after holding 14 hours

#urinate #pee kink #bathroom #bladder holding

[another-lost-mc]

First, I'd like to say I love your writing!! I'm married to ☀️ anon and they show me every work you put out. You inspire us so much and every notification we get excited!

Second I am absolutely in LOVE with Thirteen!! Is it okay if I get headcanons of Thirteen with a chubby mc? The thought of her being the first person to pick them up is so sweet.

a/n: thank you so much! and these are two requests I never see in my ask box and I’m happy to ramble about them a little bit! 💙

thirteen x chubby!gn!reader

cw: fluff, pet names (cutie, lovely), possessiveness if you squint, some suggestive content

wc: 0.8k words

— Thirteen likes to show affection for you at meal times. She pulls you down into your lap whenever the mood strikes her. She can't help it! She just loves being close to you, and it doesn’t matter where you are or who might be watching. There’s something so comforting about having your warm, soft body spread across her thighs. She does it in the cafeteria at RAD sometimes, and she rolls her eyes and huffs dramatically when you squirm away. If you slide into a seat beside her instead, she throws an arm around your shoulders and snuggles against you anyway.

“Aww, where do you think you’re going, cutie? I missed you~”

— She likes to feed you, too. It’s so easy to get lost in the sight of your tongue peeking out when you open your mouth to accept the food she offers you. She hums with satisfaction each time your lips brush against her fingers and she hopes you feel the same tingly anticipation she does each time it happens. She has a sweet tooth and Luke happily bakes lots of goodies for you both to share. She makes sure you pick what out you want first before she helps herself. (She slaps away whatever hands try to reach into the tin of pastries or chocolates when the others think she’s not paying attention—they need to learn to keep their grubby hands off food that’s intended for you.)

— She can be a little clingy. She holds your hand in the hallway between classes and she lays her head in your lap when you watch movies together. Sometimes she has to leave and attend to her reaperly-duties, so she makes the most of the time you do get to spend together. The others realize (to their dismay) that she’s the unofficial plus one for anything they invite you to. Game night in Levi’s room? She’s cheering you on and trying to distract Levi so you can win. She follows you to your study sessions with Satan, and she keeps you company in the kitchen when it’s your turn to cook. The others glare at her when you’re not paying attention, and she just sticks out her tongue and smirks. Hehe, sucks to be them!

— She hugs and cuddles and squeezes your plump little body in her arms as much as she likes and she doesn't care who sees. When it comes to more intimate acts, she prefers to do those in private. In public, she limits herself to chaste little kisses against your mouth or she'll pepper kisses noisily across your face when you do something that's just so adorable! Kissing you properly is reserved when she has you all to herself. She finally licks the seam of your lips and swallows down your delicious little sounds because you're both a bit needy for each other. She hates to deny you anything, but she'll be damned if anyone else gets to enjoy seeing you like that.

— The others call her possessive, and it's a laughable accusation coming from a bunch of demons and that good-for-nothing scam artist that calls himself a sorcerer. Okay, maybe she is a tiny bit when it comes to you, but that’s not such a bad thing, right? She knows they only complain about it because they're jealous. It's not her fault that she sneaks you to her cave every chance she gets, it's the perfect romantic getaway! It's a cozy safe haven for the two of you to get lost in each other and you deserve a break. It's much nicer than the House of Lamentation. She doesn’t have to worry about pesky demons listening outside your bedroom door, either. Once you're alone, she'll kiss you and touch you as much as you want, and when you've had a rest and a little snack, she's ready to give you even more.

— She loves your body and she’ll spend the rest of her days teaching you to love it too. You’re irresistible. You make the prettiest noises when her hand slides between your legs, or when she kisses her way down your soft tummy after she peels off your pesky clothes. She likes kneading your thighs in her hands or feeling them squish around her head when she rests them over her shoulders. She likes it when you're on top, too. Her eyes look even more intense and monstrous when they glow with ravenous desire for you. She kneads the swell of your ass while you grind against each other and savors how your tummy and chest squishes delightfully against her own. One of her absolute favourite positions though?

"Well, how about you scoot up a bit more and find out, hmm?"

Your thighs shake when you hover nervously over her face and she scolds you with a little nibble on the inside of your thigh.

“Come on, lovely,” she coos as she pushes your hips down so you’ll rest more of your weight on top of her. “Don’t be shy…”

#obey me #obey me thirteen #obey me thirteen x reader #thirteen x reader #thirteen x mc #thirteen x you #obey me x reader #thirteen smut #obey me smut #x reader #chubby reader #chubby mc #plus size reader #plus size mc #gn!reader #jes.☀️ anon

[shinylights]

Does spinach leave that weird texture in your mouth after you eat it for anyone else?!? Is that just a spinach thing or should I not be eating spinach ? My wrap was a turkey & spinach & now my mouth has like idk how to explain but it’s not tingly just a weird texture feeling lol

#tw food