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flashbangstars · 1 month

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Searching for Sun, water, and attention

Pairing: Jeno x Female reader wc: 2k +

Summary: You honestly thought you were coping with being a stem major in finals week pretty well... up until you weren't

Genre: low key hurt comfort, idk man rough week, fluff, i call mc a plant

Warnings?: none really, I say sex like once

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Your leaves were wilting, and you were in dire need of water. You weren’t placed in a spot where you get enough sun, and they didn’t tend to your leaves, You felt as if you hadn’t had a proper day of self-care in weeks. Which was true.

But you were also not a plant, you were an engineering major in your second semester of senior year struggling to make it through. You hadn’t eaten since the couple slices of apple you snuck this morning from your roommate’s breakfast plate (dire need of water), you hadn’t changed out of the pajamas you had been wearing for two days not (leaves were wilting), and you had been sitting in the dark of your room with only your computer screen illuminating the space (you weren’t getting enough sun)

You had taken on a giant project and had yet to see the end of it. You had been dealing with group members who had checked out and didn’t care anymore, and professors who were doing the same thing. Hence this little room has become your evil lair for the past couple of weeks, Everything was online so you did not need to leave, and why would you leave if you could get things delivered?

It was about 1 in the afternoon and thanks to your blackout curtains your room was pitch black. Hearing the door open you knew it meant Jeno was home. Jeno was your roommate, you two had met online on the student group chat and the rest is history.

He did think you were a dude at first, but hey it’s 2024 who cares?

You hear a soft knock on the door and a pause after two knocks.

“Hi,” You hear Jeno say from the other side of the door.

“Come in”

The door opened and Jeno walked into your room and beelined to the windows, quickly opening the blinds and letting in the afternoon sun.

Hissssss

“Did you just fucking hiss at me?” His head swiveled and his eyes were big.

“Gut reaction, my bad” You raised your hand in surrender.

Jeno was no stranger to this, with your major this was the territory every finals season. You would become a recluse and lock yourself in your room to work on things. He felt bad because he knew it took a toll on you, but you never said anything when things got hard. One afternoon a year ago your friends on their way out had thanked him for “taking care of you” He hadn’t done much but he was glad to know he was of some help in your life.

“OK get up, you’ve been in here since I left. You need fresh air” He knew you probably hadn’t gotten up in his absence to even move around the apartment either”

“You were gone for like an hour, that’s nothing!!!” You said laughing at your roommate’s accusation.

Jeno paused and turned around with an unamused face to stare at you

“Y/n I was gone for 4 hours” the monotone voice matching the vibe his face was giving.

Pause

“You were gone four hours? When did you leave?” You questioned.

“I left at 7:45 this morning, and it is currently noon” He deadpanned.

“Oh,” you remarked.

“Yeah OH, now get up we are going for a walk” He grabbed your hands and began to pull you out of the chair. Blankets falling to the ground and exposing the pajamas you hadn’t taken off since you woke up.

“Put on different clothes” he muttered as he walked out of your room.

Glancing down at the Hello Kitty pajamas pants you were a little offended as to why he thought you couldn’t wear these out in public, but you still fulfilled his wishes and changed into leggings and a clean sweatshirt. Probably looking the most put-together you have in a couple of months.

You both walked down the street your apartment was on in a comfortable silence, watching your reflection in the windows of the stores you passed. Jeno was always someone people looked at, he had all these pretty angles and pretty features. It was hard not to like him, you two in comparison were very different and It was hard to not crave the structure Jeno had created for himself. He was smart, he didn’t have to struggle to get ahead, he just was a good student. He also was very attractive which helped.

You knew a lot about him from living together for as long as you did and you still didn’t know whether you wanted to be with him or be him.

“Wkgrbnorgnognwg?” A voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You asked turning your head to face Jeno, his brows up showing he had just asked you a question.

“I said do you want to sit down? The park is across the street” he repeated pointing to the benches lining the walking path across the street.

“Oh yeah! Do you want to grab coffee first?” You suggested.

“I’m not sure you need more caffeine in your system actually, it really can’t be healthy how much you consume” Jeno warned, his eyebrows drawing together in concern. He was also incredibly easy to read.

“It’s fine, I think I go through withdrawals now if I don’t consume a dangerous amount” you joked, Jeno not finding it amusing though.

“I’m seriously ok I promise, the caffeine is just a necessary evil in college,” you said again trying to reassure him you weren’t macro-dosing caffeine every day and ruining your health, and probably stomach lining.

“Coffee is fine, but you are getting decaf” Jeno laid down the law and then pulled you by the wrist into the coffee shop.

Jeno ordered for the both of you and got you a decaf vanilla latte and himself an iced americano, and he PAID! The sugar baby era commenced.

Getting your drinks and then walking to the park bench you both sat down and stared out into the park. It was the same old comfortable silence you were familiar with Jeno, you two were the type of people who could sit with each other in silence and be content.

“Not to be a dick, but why do you do that to yourself,” Jeno asked breaking the silence. From your peripheral, you could tell he was still looking forward. Confusion partially took over at the turn in conversation and you didn’t respond, unsure of what he wanted you to say

“You don’t take care of yourself I understand school is important believe me, but watching you push yourself to the extent you do it sucks to see”

Your confusion only got worse as Jeno began to voice his concerns about you, you didn’t even know he noticed things like that.

“And I wish you would let me help you, I live with you for fucks sake. Ask me for help” He finished by turning to face you, your face still staring straight ahead, afraid to turn to meet his gaze.

Part of you thought you had been handling things alright, and part of you knew he was right. You kept to yourself when you were struggling because putting in on others felt selfish. You barely left your room at this point, and you hadn’t done anything other than school for the past two weeks.

“It’s just something I need to deal with, I’m almost done with this project and I will get a break. I’m. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You said not sure how to make things better.

Jeno sighed and rubbed his face turning his body so now he was facing you. “God I’m not asking for an apology, I’m saying this because I care about you. I care about you a concerning amount and I hate watching you go through this and I can’t help” He admitted

“Why do you care a ‘concerning amount’? I promise you I will be fine I don’t know what else I can tell you” your tone coming off defensive, now turning to face him. Your confusion now mixed in a twinge of frustration as to why Jeno was being so cryptic in his concerns.

“Y/n I care because I like you. It is hard not to worry about the person you like, especially when you live with them. I get this urge to fucking tell you to go to bed on time, take you into my room away from your screens tuck you in with me, and make sure you sleep” Jeno had now begun rambling, his voice laced with the tiniest hint of anxiety

“I want to bring you out of the apartment with me and go on walks and run errands where we hold hands and talk about life and I know I don’t have to worry about you not moving from the same spot for more than 4 hours, I want to start and end the day with you” He kept going.

With every confession he was making you felt the confusion melt into a weird guilt, guilty you had made him feel like he couldn’t do anything, guilty you had made him feel helpless. You also felt this blur of emotions you couldn’t decipher with the sudden burst of someone pouring out how they liked you.

You reached your hand out and wrapped it around his wrist effectively stopping his diatribe. His eyes immediately caught yours searching for some sort of answer, a reaction to what he had said. Fear, anticipation, and a secret third emotion swirl around in his irises.

“Then do that” your voice came out stronger than you had planned.

“Take care of me,” you asked

Jeno’s eyes widened and his features began to soften.

“I want to be that person for you too ” you finally admitted, your eyes breaking the staring contest you had been holding for the past couple of minutes.

A couple of moments passed and neither of you moved. Hearing movement across from you, and then feeling arms grabbing you, Jeno pulled you into his chest and hugged you, his cheek pressing against your forehead and arms fully wrapped around you.

“Ok” you heard from above you, and then a soft kiss was placed on your forehead.

“Let’s go home”

Waking up you blinked away the sleep and felt the sun coming into the room from the windows. Sitting up and pushing aside the blankets, you grabbed a sweatshirt from the dresser as you got up and pulled it on leaving the room.

Jeno’s shirtless back faced you in the kitchen as he stood in front of the stove cooking something.

Coming up beside him and rubbing your hand up his back feeling the notches in his spine.

“Good morning,” you said resting your head against his shoulder.

“Good morning sweetheart” Jeno turned grasped your check and pulled you into a soft kiss his thumb caressing the top of your cheek. He tasted like toothpaste and his lips were covered in a thin layer of chapstick. You knew you probably tasted like morning breath and had dry lips but Jeno didn’t mind.

Pulling away he stared at your face with a smile. And patted your butt covered with his sweatshirt.

“I made you coffee” Jeno Pointed to the pink mug sitting on the counter with a banana sitting next to it. “Decaf because I know you don’t have any classes today,” he said turning the burner off.

“Thank you,” you said kissing his shoulder blade with the warm coffee cup now in your hands.

You both sat in a comfortable silence as you ate breakfast beside each other at the counter, Jeno’s hand periodically finding itself resting atop your thigh. You valued the moments of comfortable silence especially when they were spent with him.

You were now a healthy plant, your leaves were strong and you were regularly taken care of, you knew what you needed to grow, and you had the help of a very cute gardener (boyfriend) who made sure you got enough sun (literal sun), water (literal water), and care (love and good sex).

i actually struggled to write this one because of how bootycheek this last week and a half has been for me. so it lowkey reflected in my writing. lemme get to spring break and I promise i will be more positive

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cillyscribbles · 1 month

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munkuposting (metastrap?) for the jellinclined (i am so sorry)

you tell me i'm insane but i know my truth and my truth is that munkustrap wants to help her. he wants to reach out and help her up like he just helped jennyanydots during her song. he leans down and it's not just so he can look at her better. it's not just cause there's no point to his defensive stance here except for her to see, for him to communicate she's unwanted, and he knows it. shit dude the guy can't look her in the eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

like come on. munkustrap's running after old deuteronomy and the rest of the older/less agile cats so much in this goddamn film he might as well be Munkustrap the Mobility Aid Cat. man knows what he wants in life and that's going on as many walks with senior citizens hanging off his arm as physically possible and neither god nor the heaviside layer will stand in his way.

his responsibility's a whole different thing, though. look at the lad puffing up when grizabella shows up. that's a guard he uses against perceived threats like macavity and it's well and warranted then, but what in the name of ye olde cat gods is the old lady gonna do? garbage stink them all to death? it's performative as hell on purpose. both of them know she's not gonna jump him and he doesn't need to protect himself or his fellow cats from her physically.

in the macavity scares, odd as it might look on a person, The MunkuStance™ is a genuine threat. he's up above everyone else or he's one of the few cats on the stage, he's spreading himself out to look bigger, he HISSES lmao.

look at the lad. hissssss lmao i love him.

not only is he saying i won't hesitate bitch he's also establishing himself as The Guy You Fight. if you're an outsider looking in, you're probably not gonna notice Mr Mistoffelees Scampering Through The Pipes Again, but you sure as hell are gonna see the Snarling Tabby Fresh From Hell hopping around in the middle of the stage with his legs 16 kilometers apart at all times. and okay, doing that for the entire musical sure is a Choice, but it's a Character Choice, and mr michael gruber the man you are. the star that you are. i want to send him flowers and chocolate and a card. i would greatly like to do that.

with grizabella though? jesus christ she's about as threatening as a patchy sock. it's not even his first instinct to go Tall Big Puffy when he's trailing after her because there's genuinely nothing to defend against there.

he just sort of slowly stands into it as though he's forgotten he was supposed to be Protecting for a second. the stance, the threat, all that's only there to set a dynamic. it's there to say you're not one of us, we don't like you, please go away, but he's half-assing it so much it loses all its i won't hesitate bitch and turns into i have never hesitated so hard in my entire life. he still establishes himself as The Guy You Fight, but it's obvious grizabella isn't about to fight anyone, so now he's just The Guy She's Staring In Incredulous Longing At, and he can't even hold her gaze for long enough to pretend it's not getting to him because at his core he's not a bad person and he knows that all this is kind of a Dick Move.

this is what makes munkustrap so dummy god tier as a character to me. he may wish he could help grizabella. hell he may even want her back, if not as openly as old deuteronomy does. when all the cats scuttle away and turn their backs to grizabella before memory reprise, munkustrap never even fucking bothers ?? like he's straight up just watching her, and then later watching old deuteronomy watch her like with the most somber wee eyebrows up so can we finally do something about this expression i've ever seen on a performer lmao.

but that means nothing without the approval of the entire tribe! absolutely nothing! because munkustrap, in that regard, is exactly like old deuteronomy: what he wants comes second to what the jellicles want. it's harder to see in him because old deuteronomy is mostly up on the tire being cat jesus and munkustrap mingles with the rest of the ensemble way more, but it's really obvious when you look. they defer to his leadership, but he defers to their collective decisions.

he moves mistoffelees away from grizabella (just like the rest of the older cats) because mistoffelees doesn't know any better and grizabella is untouchable, but then he stalls and waits when demeter reaches out to her. like, i'm pretty sure he would've just let her touch grizabella right then and there. had demeter been a little less aware of the fact that this was the first 30 minutes of the musical, i'm pretty sure she would've just taken grizabella back in right then and there and memory wouldn't have even been necessary. munkustrap sure wasn't about to do shit about it.

he's actively leaning back to give her space!! (i know logistically that it's mr michael giving an opening for ms aeva to execute her Conflicted Scuttle Away but munkustrap is still leaning back however you put it so i'm right automatically. haw yee)

i'm fascinated by it specifically because this way it's almost as though munkustrap is an extension of the jellicle collective, if that makes sense. obviously he's the narrator so we can't give him a complex emotional storyline if we want to keep the aryas in single digits, but in turn this means that now he's a character who chooses to forgo his own feelings in favour of those of his community, and that's just, man, that's just. man. ca(s)t of all time for real. a guardian and a weapon and a storyteller and a teacher and not one of those for his own sake. Man.

tl;dr, old deuteronomy can be hella proud of his kid, and i can eventually stop crying. also here are the gifs of him finally getting to comfort grizabella a little. experience emotions with me.

unfortunately i have similar (if slightly less rambling) thoughts on tugger and why he's constantly being such a massive cunt to grizabella lmao. if you guys are unfortunate enough i may subject myself to the giffing and writing of that post too. toodlepip ✌️

#jellicle cats #cats 1998 #cats the musical #munkustrap #grizabella #cilly.txt #because lets be honest this isnt much in terms of art or writing lmao #woe. long post be upon ye #but tumblr usually shortens these one these days anyway

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dandylovesturtles · 2 months

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a wild cmh leo, uh… doesn't appear! he leaves a sticky note on your contestant's forehead reading 'good luck in the competition!'

100ft:

“Hissssss… Who just touched me!? …Oh… Oh! A delightful message!”

“Donnie! There you are… Uh, what are you doing?”

“Searching for the person who put this on my forehead. My current theory is that they had some kind of reflective suit that dispels all light, rendering them invisible. With technology like that we would surely escape in record time!”

“Riiiight… How about you come back to the group and we can look together, okay?”

“No, see, you cannot look for him, April, because he is invisible and- nooooo! Release me from this harness and leave me to my science!”

“Nope. You run off, you get the kiddie harness.”

“Nooooo!”

Sidelined:

“Oof! Hey, who did that!?”

“Hmm, I didn’t see anyone there…”

“Omigosh! A ghost!”

“No way, Mikey, ghosts aren’t real.”

“…Well, I don’t know if he’s a ghost, but that Leo certainly does seem to be made of pure mystic energy…”

“Wha- you see him!?”

“Through my goggles. He ran away giggling.”

“Hah! I knew it.”

“It’s actually a ghost!? …Of me?”

“…Leo-“

“Wow, what a haunting surprise! Hey, wanna check out the speakeasy? I hope I can get down to it.”

“Leo!”

“It’s okay, Mikey. We’ll wrangle him later.”

Bonus IMBI:

“Aren’t you going to give me one?” Leo bats his eyes from his swaddling of blankets.

The other Leo rolls his eyes. “You aren’t competing, remember?”

“Awww, come on! Is that any way to treat an old friend?” He wiggles around in his blanket cocoon. “Your invalid friend, no less!”

“Sheesh, you’re needy,” says the other Leo, but he’s smiling to take the edge off. “Fine, here.”

He scribbles something on the post it, slaps it on Leo’s head, and then takes off before Leo gets a chance to read it.

Chuckling, he reaches up and takes the sticky note in his fingers.

‘get well soon’

He definitely doesn’t tear up at that. But he does tuck the note into his pouch for safekeeping.

@tmntaucompetition

#100 feet and a world away #sidelined au #fic: i may be invisible but i still look good #call me here (I will appear)#tmnt au competition #rottmnt

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idkanametoputhere · 25 days

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OKAY BOOK 7 PART 3 SCREENSHOTS, LETS GO!

WHY IS MY PHONE VIBRATING?? THAT SCARED THE EVERLOVING SHIT OUT OF ME

oh wow he's smart, kinda. he's figuring out somethings wrong, kudos

HHHHHHHHHHH HISSSSSS HHHHHHH👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹FUCK OFFFFF ASSHOLEEEE

ITS ALICE!!!! ITS ALICE!!!!! WERE ALICE!!!!!

HHHHHHHHHHHH HISSSSSS ×2 GET AWAYYYYYYYY MOUSE DEMON

mickeys a homewrecker confirmed?

THERE HE ISSSSSSS

LOOK AT HIM!!!! ITS THE BOY!!!!

Holy fucking shit

WHY IS THAT BITXH HUMMING???? I WAS HOME ALINE!!! I WAS SCARED!!!!

part 2 coming at you rn

#phan spam?#disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst disney #night raven college #twst blog #twst diasomnia #twst book 7 spoilers

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Haunted Mansion Au. With Yandere Wolverine and runaway teen reader

Oooooo... (May I call you Ghost Anon?) Yeah, none of the ghosts like when their favorite (and only) teen groundskeeper leaves. They didn't think them running away was a possibility, either. Ghost Dad-Verine is not gonna be happy. That being said, we're doing it anyway:

The ground was slick with wet leaves and thick mud as you ran, sliding in the muck underfoot as you fled from the mansion grounds.

You had been the groundskeeper the last few months (it had been about half a year), and you'd befriended (stayed polite to) a few odd people. They dressed like they were from a different time period, appeared in odd places without making a sound, and their names matched some of the names etched on the tombstones and gravemarkers in the mansion graveyard. You'd cleaned them up, placed fresh flowers, rinsed and scrubbed away mud and slimy rot. You'd even said a small prayer or blessing over them, even if you weren't religious or were from different faiths and religions.

You should have guessed (it was obvious, looking back at it) that the people you had met were ghosts. More specifically, the ghosts oof the people laid to rest in the graveyard. And there was one in particular who was after you, seeing as he was the one who caught you leaving your notice behind as you were leaving.

"Kid! Get back here! We can talk about this!" yells Logan, otherwise known as James "Jimmy" Logan-Howlett, a man who served in the military and was known to be an avid hunter and skilled fighter. His tombstone had been commissioned by his older brother, who'd fallen into grief and insanity after his younger brother had died. It had read something like:

Here lies Jimmy, short and stout

Brother and friend when you're without

Survived the worst yet all in vain

For he fell by venom, going in pain

Suffice to say, both of them had trauma, a hatred of snakes, and were insane over the fact you were trying to leave, never to return. You figured it was because he was scared you'd die, hoping if he saw you at all times that maybe you'd survive. Maybe he was scared you die somewhere and wouldn't end up a ghost at the mansion, where he resided. Or maybe he'd just always been crazy and beyond raving mad.

"Kid! Come out, NOW! You don't want to make me come in there after you... You don't want to do this. Do you? Don't leave me! Don't- There's snakes- vipers- rattlers- They'll kill you!" he screams, and you hear the rain come down harder, nearly blinding you as you duck down into the bushes between the graveyard and woods...

"Come on out. It's just me, kid. Woukd I steer you wrong?"

"Answer me! It's not safe to be out there!"

"... Kid..."

You almost breathe a sigh of relief when it's been quiet for over an hour, only the rain and wind howling and pounding being heard for miles...

Hissssss...

You go still, slowly turning your head to side.

And there, only a few feet away from you, is a snake. You look carefully at its face, then stop breathing.

It has pits on its face...

A loud cry tears from your throat as you bolt up, tripping backwards as you fumble out of the bushes-

Only for strong, cold arms to wrap under your pits, dragging you up and against Logan, who's face is unreadable.

"..."

Finally, he says something...

"You could've died..."

You shake, eyes darting over his form then down to the bushes and back to him. You aren't sure what to say. You aren't even sure you CAN say anything.

"Ypu could have DIED! WE are going back, and YOU are staying inside! Do NOT try to leave again, or I will tie you to the couch and force you to stay still," he growls, dragging you with him, through the graveyard and winding gravel paths, right back into the old decrepit halls of the manor, depositing you in front of a large fireplace and soon starting a fire inside. A cup of tea is shoved firmly into your wobbling hands, causing you to look up.

"Drink it," Logan orders, using his own freezing hands to steady yours, forcing the cup up towards your lips. Your chattering lips open, taking a small, trembling sip. "ALL of it." You shakily down the cup, and once done, Logan take its, setting it down on a lounge table. Your vision starts to fuzz around the edges, causing you to speak up.

"Log'n... wha' di y' gi'v m..?"

Your voice starts slurring a little, soon turning into a mumble. The older man- ghost- shushes you, soon wandering off. A few moments pass, all you can focus on being your blurring vision and the roaring crackle of the fire... Something thick and wooly falls across you, making you force your eyes to stay open.

"It's a blanket, kid. You need to get warm, and I can't trust you to do that on your own, so your taking a nap while we set up a room for you," Logan explains. You try to say something, but your mouth can't form the words. Your eyes soon slip into slits, in turn closing against your will. A tired murmur hums from your mouth, but all that earns is a chilly hand on your head.

"Get some rest, kid... See ya in the morning," Logan quietly whispers, then you feel something cold pressed to your forehead... The darkness seeps in... And your conscious seeps out...

Leaving a tired teen sleeping in a manor, set in front of a burning fireplace, a tainted teacup sitting on the table nearby... And a ghost watching over them, humming soothingly as they read a book next to them, close by in case they need him...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere logan howlett #platonic yandere wolverine #👻haunted mansion🔮 au

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Shed

Perhaps a Janus shedding fic? Idk with who, but maybe with him getting some scratches on itchy scales, from whoever is helping him through it, especially after scratching wayyyy too hard himself. Even better if he’s shedding because Thomas is going through a change, so he’s never actually done it before :) so he doesn’t know what’s happening :) – cherry-sofa-756

Okay, so. You are hands-down one of the best Sanders Sides fic writers out there and I will die on this hill. I will die on this hill and take everyone down with me. Anyway. Dramatic declarations aside (heh), I was wondering if I could make a request? I know this has been done before, but a fic where telling the truth actually hurts Janus, but he does it anyway because [insert one of several reasons here]? You just do Janus angst so well (you do everyone so well, how are you this good, how do you exist, can I tuck you into my pocket for safekeeping and appreciation) and I am honestly excited whenever I get a notification from you, so I figured why not ask? No pressure, though. I wish you all the best, may your ideas flow endlessly as you wish them, my friend! - anon

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Warnings: shedding and body descriptions therein

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 2347

It starts as auspiciously as it could have, he supposes, with a slight twinge of pain on the inside of his glove.

"Hey, Janus, do you remember what the consensus was of cinnamon versus blueberry?"

"Blueberry."

"Oh, great, thanks. Is the good baking tray over there?"

When Janus doesn't say anything, Patton glances up only to see him staring at his hand.

"Uh, Janus? You okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, I just—mmph."

"You sure? You don't sound okay. Is something the matter?"

Janus looks at his hand for a moment longer before shaking himself and smiling at Patton. "Yes, I'm quite alright. You wanted this tray, correct?"

Patton gives him a strange look but doesn't push, taking the tray and continuing to gather the ingredients they need.

Later, back in the safety of his own room, Janus hisses as he carefully peels his glove from his left hand, wincing as it tugs and sticks in all the ways it shouldn't. When the last of the fabric is gone and he can see his hand properly, it's a curse he hisses between his teeth.

He's shedding.

"Of course I am," he spits, reaching for his first-aid kit tucked on top of his desk, "of course, can't just be a snake in the abstract and metaphorical way, no, I need to be a snake literally too, hmm? Have to molt and shed and hissssss…"

He takes out a tube of ointment and opens it, wincing at the crack of the scales on his hand.

"Sure. Why not?"

Getting a little bit of the ointment on the very tip of his finger, he starts to smooth it over the cracked and peeling scales only to stifle a cry of pain when it burns, leaping up from his desk and rushing to the bathroom to wash it off. He shoves his hand under the cold water and scrubs, almost chewing a hole through his lower lip as the pain flares bright and sharp up his arm.

"And of course, I don't have anything that would actually be useful," he grunts as he finally gets the pain to stop, "why would things I have already be helpful? That would be easy, and god forbid things be easy for me."

Alright. So no ointment. Shit, what do snakes do when they shed?

He could ask Logan, although Logan would want to know how he's feeling, what the scales are reacting like—would want to examine him to determine what snake he resembles the most, would want to see how much of him is covered in scales, because Logan is always curious.

He could ask Remus, but Remus might not understand that Janus wants this to be, well, as painless as possible, that he wants to just have a little bit of help and not find out what happens just for the fuck of it.

He could ask Virgil, who is the only one who might know what this is like with his molting cycle or whatever, but…

But trying to ask Virgil for a favor now, especially after all they've been through, seems like rubbing salt into an open wound.

Or rubbing that goddamn ointment over shedding scales.

"So," he grunts, sitting back down at his desk, cradling his hand in his lap, "the Internet it is."

He finds a dubious-looking article that says to try and keep the snake's environment moist and humid, suggesting paper towels and a plant-mister to keep the humidity levels high. Warm water…orchid bark substrate…and oh, not to forget that a snake's scales will become duller in appearance and their eyes will go all cloudy and blue before they really start shedding.

Great. Just great.

He looks back down at his hand, which is already starting to look dull.

"This is going to be fun."

****

The extra fun thing about it is that it seems that telling the truth makes it worse.

Try to tell Patton that yes, he'd like another cup of tea? Burning on the inside of his glove.

Try to tell Logan that no, he's not being ridiculous with his new paper idea? Side of his face itches like crazy.

Try to tell Remus that he needs to calm down and start trying to clean up? His clothes hate him now, actually.

Try to tell Virgil that everything's alright, that he can work out of the spiral he's in? No legs for him, he has to sit down and not move until his scales settle down.

Try to tell Roman that he cares?

More like try not to jump at the sight of his reflection in the mirror, one eye clouded and blue and almost blind.

The good news—if you can even call something good news in a time like this—is that he's forced to lie to keep up appearances for when the others start asking questions, which at least staves off the very worst of it in public. But when he hides in his room at night, he has to wince and tremble as he peels his clothes off of himself and clambers into a bath that is either too cold or too hot, trying to help the shedding go faster.

This hurts. This really fucking hurts.

Shit, how often does he have to do this?

He crawls out of the bath and dries himself gingerly on a towel, crawling into bed and curling up into a little ball. He closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, tries to get away from the terrible itching sensitivity that's starting to break out across his scales. If he can just weather this until it's over, he can figure out what to do next time and make sure he does it. If he can just fall asleep…

He lies awake for hours that night, fighting the urge to toss and turn to get some relief on his itching scales and fighting the urge to cry out at every rasp of fabric against his oversensitive skin.

The others are starting to get worried. He managed to plead off the issue with his eye by pretending it was a colored contact from Remus when Virgil cornered him about it, but he knows sooner or later Virgil's going to go confirm that with Remus himself and discover that it was a lie. He's got to figure out something before they all bust down his door, demanding to know what's going on.

"I'm fine," he chants in the sheets, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine…"

It's the only way he's able to get to sleep that night, because the lies make the pain a little bit easier to bear.

****

Of course, no lie lasts forever, and Janus wakes up in a dizzying blur of sensation, body on fire and eyes clouded over, twitching and groaning in pain as his scales do their very best to rid themselves of his body. A cry traps itself in his throat, his eyes welling up with furious tears as he tries in vain to find some comfort on the blankets that feel more like hot coals.

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

No sooner does the pain swallow his senses does he feel the tug of two Sides appearing in his room.

"J? J, I felt that, are you—holy shit."

"Oh, Snakey, you're an idiot."

"Now is not the fucking time, Remus, go go go!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going."

"Hey, J," Virgil's voice says, muffled through layers and layers of cotton, "hey, hey, it's okay. We're here now, we're gonna help you."

Help? How in the fuck are you gonna help me with this?

"Don't worry," he continues when all Janus can do is groan in pain, "I'm sure whatever quip you were trying to make was a winner."

Thank you.

"C'mon," Remus's voice says from a ways away, "I got the door open, bring him through. The cot's still in the spare greenhouse, we can put him there."

"Ready? One, two, three, up we go."

He's hoisted as gently as possible into two strong arms and carried like a babe through to somewhere warm and sweet-smelling. A confused moan leaves his mouth as he's laid to rest on something soft, a gentle breeze following him.

"We need to get your clothes off you, Snakey," comes Remus's voice, "they're only gonna hurt you. It's okay, it's just us."

Hands, gentle hands free him from the worst of his clothing, leaving his boxers to protect what little modesty he has left. When the slightly humid air touches his scales he could whimper from relief. Then there's something soothing and wet pressed against the scaled side of his face and he blinks awake, only able to make out fuzzy shapes as he turns his head.

"Shh, shh, lie still," Remus bids—Virgil must be the one holding the thing to his face— "we gotta get you in a bath, okay? You've started shedding in pieces, we gotta help make sure you get all of it off, okay?"

"R'mus?"

"Yeah, Snakey, it's me. Virgil's here too."

"Hey, J. Long time no see. Oh, shit, uh, I mean—"

A small laugh works its way through Janus's throat and Virgil chuckles.

"Swear that wasn't intentional." He leans down too and oh, there's the blurry Virgil. "Do you think it's okay for us to move you? There's a warm bath over there that'll help loosen up the process for you, okay?"

"Hurts."

"I know, bud, it's gonna hurt for a little bit until we can get you calmed down."

"Why?"

"Blame it on biology if you want. Stress makes the shedding process harder."

"That's stupid."

"Yes, yes, it is. Unfortunately still true."

Janus grunts and leans into Virgil's touch. Remus carefully cards his hair back from his face. "You okay to let us move you, Snakey?"

"Mm."

"Up we go," Virgil says again, carefully lifting him up to carry him across the greenhouse and set him down in a large basin of warm water. "Can we help wash you?"

"Mhm." He turns his nose into the crook of Virgil's neck, breathing in softly. "Smells good."

"What, me or the greenhouse?"

"Both."

Remus chuckles. "That's good to hear. C'mere, give me your arm…"

There's something terribly intimate about letting someone else bathe you. Remus's hands are gentle as they work over the smooth scales—well, less smooth now—and rinse the beginnings of shed skin free from his body. On the other side, Virgil carefully does the same to the scaled parts of his torso, careful to avoid any red and angry bits as Janus begins to drift under the sensation of it.

"You're doing real good, bud," Virgil murmurs, "really good. We're almost there."

"Can we wash your hair," Remus asks, "we'll bring another basin over so the shampoo won't get near your scales, but it might feel nice to not be all greasy anymore."

"Just be careful?"

"Of course." Virgil gets up and he laments the loss for a moment, but then Virgil's sitting behind his head and smiling down at him. "Hey, bud. You wanna let me wash your hair?"

"Mhm."

What kind of greenhouse is this, he finds himself wondering as Virgil starts to spray his hair with a faucet, and why is Virgil so good at this?

Then Virgil starts to work his fingers through Janus's hair and there goes his capacity for higher thinking. If he could be slightly more aware, he might be embarrassed of the noises leaving his mouth, but as of right now he's just going to enjoy not being first and foremost in pain. The shampoo Virgil's using smells really good, not too strong, and leaves a pleasant cooling effect on his scalp even after it's been rinsed out. Remus's hands are sure and gentle as they finish cleaning the last of his scales, sitting back and running a damp hand through his own hair.

"Let's have you soak for a little longer," he says quietly, "then we'll get you out and see what else you need, okay?"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Remus levels a stare at him. "Just come to us next time, yeah?"

Janus shifts a bit sheepishly under the look. "…yeah, okay."

"Good."

"You look sleepy," Virgil murmurs, still working the conditioner through his hair, "if you wanna doze off, that's okay. We'll wake you up when we need to move you."

"…yeah?"

"Yeah, bud, go on. It's okay, we're right here."

And so he closes his eyes, drifting off to the feeling of Virgil's hands in his hair and warm water lapping against his scales.

Maybe…maybe he needn't have been so scared about asking them for help.

Perhaps the worst of it truly is behind him, because the truth doesn't hurt as the warmth and safety lull him to sleep.

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sapphire-heart-tippy · 1 month

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Everything will be okay, just needed to hissssss and groooowwwwll and bite the mailman /joke

Vanilla has me wrapped up in a blanket and hugging me. He's going, "shhhhh, shhhh... I love you so much, sweetie" and giving me soft kisses and hugs

#tippy rambles #I'm tired but i can't sleep... but i know vanilla will definitely hold me in his arms and let me lay on his chest until i fall asleep

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moondragon618 · 8 months

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;3 Anon here! Before I do anything else, I want you to know that I agree with your latest repost, XD!

Like, the irony is huge here.

“Oh! We are the most aware people in media ever!”

(Tommy gets tortured for like the tenth time this week because he said that Dream’s a dick.)

“Get over it Tommy! Man, Tommy’s a freaking Gary Stu! He’s a demon! Dream did this for a reason! A very good reason! Tommy’s the one dividing the server! Dream has this greatttttt plan! Why is Tommy such a brat? Why do inn!ters act like Tommy doesn’t have flaws?”

(Dream gets tortured by Quackity)

“HISSSSSS! QUACKITY IS A MONSTER! HE DID THIS FOR POWER! DREAM NEEDS A HUG!”

Someone who was paying attention: But Dream did the same thing to Tommy and Lazerbeam and Hbomb. Also, Quackity also has a reason other then being a power hungry dick. Dream didn’t deserve torture but-“

“REEEEEEEEEEEE! YOU HAVE NO MEDIA COMPREHENSION! REEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Oh my god I can't even believe some of the shit takes I've seen like even with the most c!Tommy "sympathetic" ones there's always this implication that any time Tommy expresses how distressed and traumatized and terrified of Dream he is, he's just being a dramatic whiny little bitch abt it and he needs to just get over it and learn to see things from Dream's perspective

Meanwhile canon c!Dream interacting with c!Tommy is like:

"I don't think our story will ever be over, Tommy. I think that... you're just too fun :)"

"And you know I won't kill you, but Tubbo..."

"I lost my friends. And all my stuff. And you."

"That's the Tommy I know :)"

"We can become immortal together, by studying it!"

"And maybe I'll kill you again :) And then I'll revive you and I'll kill you again and I'll revive you and I'll kill you again and I'll revive you and I'll kill you again :) :) :)"

"You're gonna be immortal! You're gonna be immortal just for me to fuck with you every single day, Tommy! :)"

*hides in the walls* *murders him* *murders him* *exiles him, abuses him, conditions him into dependence, drives him to attempted suicide* *stalks him some more* *psychologically tortures him a bit* *traps him in prison with him, more abuse and psychological torture* *fucking murders him again* *breaks out of prison and immediately hunts him for sport* *stalks him some more, this time with psychological torture mixed in*

And that's just what I can remember off the top of my head rn like. How are you going to say with full confidence that c!Tommy being fucking terrified of this guy is at best just a character flaw that he needs to get over and at worst him being obsessed with c!Dream for no reason lmaooo

#ask #;3 anon #discourse #tw abuse #tw stalking #tw torture #tw suicide #tw obsessive behavior #tw possessive behavior

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thecrownestt · 2 years

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Falling Into His Trap Part 3

500lbs. There was an argument. That's too big. Too much. How was 499lbs not enough? When will it be enough? Everything is...slow. Burdened. Very very deliberate. There are no carefree trips to the freezer for ice cream anymore. No. No, there can't be trips for ice cream. Are you kidding me? This is...it's extreme. Getting out the door is a hassle, let alone existing in the world!

Heavy, bloated arms. A full arm roll present on each side. Arm rolls. Arm rolls! As if that makes any of the other changes better. Legs permanently splayed apart. It makes it easier for such a big belly to breathe. Ugh. No. It isn't good. Yes, it's good to have someone willing to check under it for any concerning skin issues, but no. No no no. This has to be enough. It has to. It doesn't matter that there are a box of donuts waiting. It doesn't. Alright. Just one. No more though. Something has to be done! It can't ever get better like this. No, you know what I mean. Better as in, fitness. Not better as in the bed space that is taken up. It doesn't matter how good things are, how easy life is. It can't mean spending all day in bed with a box of donuts. It can't. Stop it. Stop gawking at all this fat. No, yes, no, yes, you're as handsome as ever. That can't mean this keeps going. It can't. It doesn't matter that two donuts are gone. Maybe a third. Listen. It doesn't matter. This is crazy. It's insane. It needs to stop. Who cares if we can't stop. There needs to be a way. Right?

541

Air hisses in the background. It's a reminder that things are OK. If it stops, things are worrisome.

It's also not ok. Oxygen. Oxygen is needed to keep this blob comfortable. Blob isn't a good word for this. It's the best descriptor, but it's not what any girl imagined in her fairytale ending. Not this girl at least.

*hissssss*

Things are...hard. The car is no longer viable. Pay no concern to how else someone like this can bother getting out and about. Not like it has happened in a while. A minute. A day. A week. A month? It's just not worth it.

What on earth is going on. No more neck. It was clear when he tried to be playful be dominant. There's too much fat.

No more lap. That has been the case. But. Ugh. It doesn't feel amazing at this size, but it's seriously heavy now. The belly. Too big to reach the end. Too big for any pair of burdensome thighs to handle. And boy are they burdensome. Now things require powder. It helps with the sweating. The chafing. Any sore skin. Splash some powder on it. Fix the temporary problem. Never the permanent one.

The couch broke. No blame was made. It broke. Hopefully the new one comes in soon,but it's been a while. It's needed. Well, not desperately. The bed is sufficient. Too sufficient. Too dependable. It can't be good to stay here all day! Not that getting up is smooth. Everything is forced. Ungraceful. Heave and thrust. Nothing works best, it's unwritten science on how to move such a heavy body. There was an issue going to the bathroom the other day. Not THAT issue. A doorway issue. Walking isn't even close to practical these days. Wear yourself out getting to the edge of bed. Wear yourself out standing up. Wear yourself out getting past the doorframe while keeping your balance. It's all... So much. So heavy. He never stopped. He's to blame. He is. No one else. Seriously, no one else. Sincerely.

596

"whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

Getting up in bed takes a minute. Getting up is a stretch, because the bed adjusts pretty well without any effort. A minute to adjust the bed. A minute to reflect. Most of it concerning the relief that comes from sitting upright. What's even normal anymore? Crying that you can't fit past the doorway before losing the strength in your legs? Eating over 5000 calories a day? Cumming because his dick reaching halfway into your pussy is as good as it ever gets anymore? Becoming numb to ANOTHER new thigh roll?

*hissssssssss*

Oxygen. It's good. It helps.

There he is. Stupid, beautiful him. Was it worth it? A few good years of affection and hot sex to wind up like this? It's still good. Believe it or not, it's all very good. The sex. Not all of this. This can't be good. Calves shouldn't look like that. Calves is a misnomer. Too big to let their dainty, swollen feet touch one another.

Walking is...hard. Bad. It's bad. Really hard. There was an accident the other day. You can't stay in bed all day and not relieve yourself. It happened. Ungraceful. No dignity. Just a fat girl who can't make it to the bathroom. It's not fair. He's always around. Except when he runs errands. No, not for stamps at the post office. Food. Always food. There isn't much else anymore. Not much else besides food and giant legs that serve no purpose but to weigh a person down. Sure, a belly and sloppy, embarrassingly huge tits do their job too.

Things used to make sense. Things used to be good. That's what the news always says. Now it's just a battle to keep breathing without spiking the blood pressure or an equally weak pair of lungs.

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Once again I’m thinking about the Genshin Impact anime and what it’s going to be like, because I’ve been eyeing it as a way to drag friends into it, but also wondering just what kind of adaptation it’s going to be, because the game is still not that far beyond the halfway point, so is the anime going to just cover the first region, and then the later regions as those are released in the game? Or will the anime do its own thing and have its own ending? The trailer looks like it mostly takes place in Mondstadt, does that mean it’ll focus on just that region? Or will Liyue be in the first season as well? (This is assuming it’s structured in the same way the game’s story is structured, ofc.) Because I very much want to get to Liyue so that I can shove Zhongli at everyone because he’s such a gateway for so many people, and also because, look, I need more writers in the fandom who are willing to write me rock peepaw getting railed the way I want him to, okay. :/ There aren’t any characters in the trailer other than the twins and even they’re shown standing on Teyvat together and I’m not sure that ever happens in the game? For memory, they’re split up before they ever reach the ground, but this is a concept trailer, not necessarily a reflection of what the story will be. Plus, it has them holding hands and *CLUTCHES CHEST* I AM EMOTIONAL ABOUT THE TWINS. (I’ve been assuming Aether will be the main character--BOOOOOOO AND HISSSSSS, I AM A LUMINE PLAYER THROUGH AND THROUGH--but who knows, maybe they’ll do something different.) I just have a lot of feelings about these dumb characters and I want to spread it to friends and the anime seems a prime way to do that, but uggghhhh I don’t know how much it’ll follow the things I love about the game and I need you all to understand how nuts I am about certain characters in it. (And also how much I need them to keep certain friendships in tact, EULAMBER OR I RIOT.)

#lumi.txt #genshin impact #lumi's fight to play genshin impact

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dislifeismid · 2 years

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Can u write a li ling nsfw😫 hes so fine

I shall do you one better.

My blog is both swf and not so there may be some minors roaming- DO NOT. NO. BAD >:C GETCHO FACE OUTTA HERE. HISSSSSS. IMMA GET THE SPRAY BOTTLE.

NSFW alphabet: Li Ling edition 💪

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Li ling's got energy for days. It only ever stops when you want it to stop- he'l still totally peppy and ready to go on with his day, so he's got all the energy to properly clean up and take care of you! He's just not very good at it. He's a bit confused but he's got the spirit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Is that even a question? His arms. So helpful! Such a nice display of his strength! On a partner? He's an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A disgusting amount of it- it's hot, believe it or not. His body temp is already pretty high, the man is a walking furnace. He likes cumming inside since he doesn't like dealing with messes, and maybe he's got a bit of a breeding kink somewhere in there.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nothing's really a secret with this guy, he speaks his mind 24/7 with no shame. He's totally oblivious as to how disgusting the words comin outta his mouth may be. Your cute little himbo just can't keep his thoughts to himself ♡

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fairly. Have you seen the guy?? Probably maybe had a couple flings on the regular. He doesn't think it's a big deal- plz bonk him whenever he brings up one of his previous romps so casually. Why are you jealous?? You're the only one for him now :( he doesn't see the problem in talking about the past?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

No support, just him holding you up with his own strength and grinding you down on his lap. He loves showing off and this is a great way to show off not only his strength but the height difference between you two as well. He thinks there's nothing better than you hanging off his cock, feet not even touching the ground. This way he can pepper your face with kisses too! His arms allow him great possibilities and he loves trying out plenty positions (some of them more dangerous than others, someone stop him before he snaps a spine)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy. Dumb, dumb little man. Doesn't really see sex as super intimate, he treats it pretty casually. You're positive he could hold up a full conversation whilst balls deep in you (cuz he has 🤦‍♀️). He does not take it seriously and while you can barely make a comprehensible sound he'l be snickering at how fucked out dumb you are, cracking mocking jokes and comments at you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't grow much body hair but he does got some down there, i doubt he trims, unless you ask. I don't think he'd shave. And yep, his hair's already dark i don't think it can get any blacker. The curtains do match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Li ling's totally drunk over you, unlike his previous casual fucks he's in LOVE with you and it shows. He'l always be covering you in cute little kisses in contrast to how mercilessly he fucks you. It's kinda cute, in a way. It's how he shows you're special to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he has time, he'l do it but i don't think he goes out of his way to rub one out. If he's bored, eh might as well. But if it's not the time it's not the time. He also just doesn't really care about popping a boner.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, marking, size difference...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He doesn't care. In public if you don't care either. If you're down he's down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Feisty partners, not necessarily brats, that's annoying. Just ones that kinda fight back. He admires a strong opponent- if you kick his ass? Hard. You're so hot when you're badass ♡ he also just likes the idea of winning against you by fucking you thoughtless. Hah! Payback! That's whatcha get for thinkin you can outdo him!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything nonconsensual (noncon roleplay), anything to do with scat, anything involving restraints... (his arms are good enough, he doesn't trust anything else)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and has experience with it, and he wants to show it off yknow?? BUT he definitely can't deny the freaking fun he has watching someone struggle to take him all the way. He's so proud you almost made it this time! Awh! ♡

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow si not a word in his dicktionary. Get used to it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yep yep! He's always down, he's kinda just always lowkey horney. Ask and you shall receive.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Too much for his own good, you should probably say something sometimes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You'l never find out, you can't physically hold out long enough to know just how many rounds Li ling CAN go for. He lasts a LONG time too, and he doesn't even care about edging himself. He's built different for real.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably owns a couple fleshlights, maybe something for nipples. I don't think he's too picky. He got a hole, that's all he needs. I do think he buys more than the average person because uhm... he- he tears them a lot.....

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don't think he realizes that he's being unfair, he just is. You think he's playing dumb but he genuinely did not know he was being a teasing little bitch

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So loud, too loud. Everyone will know. His coworkers probably give him just 'dude. Like- no. Quiet down. I did not need to hear this. Ever.' Honestly the only way to keep him quiet is to occupy his mouth with something else. Shove your fingers in his mouth, kiss him, have him bite you or nip at your chest- otherwise you bet everyone will know just who and where you're fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I got nothin'. This man made me go brain dead.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Qpejwidgjn Big. BIIG. Monster cock Li ling reporting??? If yall ever read Arataki itto smut- he's that level. Maybe a LITTLE less. It's thick and long and he has big breeder balls to match. He's a shower not a grower pqhsifnw why do you think he wears those pants. Yeah. Also i swear he's not wearing boxers in those 🤨🤨🤨

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always high, but he won't necessarily bother to deal with it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You gotta force him for him to settle down and sleep. Why sleep?! He still has so much to do today! He wants to be productive! Awh. Okay. You're kinda cute when you're asleep. He'l join ya for a lil while ♡

#li ling smut #dislyte smut

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