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zeawesomebirdie · 2 years
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Being an adult means impulse buying a speedweve darning loom and pastel embroidery floss so that you can mend your boyfriend's shirt that you've worn every night as pajamas for almost 9 months
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identityquest · 1 year
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some janky little sketchbooks i made this week
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elegyofthemoon · 1 year
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eheh. i bought. the 15th anni oz plush 🤭
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forestryfae · 6 months
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lowkey considering whether i wanna ask to put a dresser or two in my room or not. i think itd be a good idea to try to see if its easier to fold and put away clothes, the closet is kinda small ngl, despite the size. one side has shelves while the other doesnt and i dont actually have clothes that require being hung up. its also just really annoying to have the hallway blocked by open closetdoors and frankly its annoying to look for clothes and mess around in the closet. plus i forget i have clothes in there.
on another hand i already have a closet so why would i need a dresser instead. except i just kinda think itd make things easier. id have better space for my clothes and itd be easier to sort clothes, and id get extra surface space i can put stuff on or fold clothes on. also if i had two dressers i could use one to store my stuff, my desk has two drawers but theyre getting full and there isnt even that much in there. alternatively just one dresser might help w that eitherway cus i can put stuff away in the closet instead.
idk i also just think itd be a better way to use the space in my room considering the current use of the space is a bed i use, a desk i occasionally use, and a chair + table i never use except to store laundry or junk. id keep the chair, its nifty, but i dont like having a big table i dont use.
its also easier to vacuum a room w no tables i dont use and bags of stuff i dont actually have space for.
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generalsmemories · 10 months
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How do I tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion?
✧ jing yuan x gn!reader
✧ summary: during one autumn afternoon you're suddenly faced with another one of your husband's impulsive purchases. only that this time it's a living being.
✧ content: established relationship, fluff, humor, might be a bit ooc
✧ a/n: hello there hsr fandom! i have unfortunately lost the battle against myself on making another sideblog for jing yuan, the man who has singlehandedly occupied my mind since his first appearance in the beta. i do hope that this will actually appear in the tags, but every infomation you would need if you want to request something is all up on the blog if you so wish! i hope we can have a pleasant time together !!
also this is not beta-read, we die like how fast my resolve to not create a jing yuan blog died.
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Being the spouse of the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu comes with it's share of benefits and disadvantages. For one you're regarded at a higher position than most of it's citizens, often being stopped on the side of the road when taking a walk to exchange numerous pleasantries with merchants from outside of Xianzhou, various store owners or cloud knights on duty.
Another factor is shouldering the burden your husband has on his shoulder, an oath you had taken yourself the day you accepted Jing Yuan's nth proposal. You considered that a fair trade with his vast knowledge and insight into a possible future and doing everything behind the scene to avoid colliding headfirst into said problem. A feat that attracted you towards the general in the first place, minus his dashing looks of course.
The biggest disadvantage of publicly announcing that you were indeed the Arbiter-General's significant other was doing everything within your power to not throw your husband's famous title away for a newer, more terrible one. (more utc!)
Because as you see him walking up the steps of the Seat of Divine Foresight, your gaze is not locked with your husband's smiling face, rather it's fixated on the small being he has cradled in his arms. The soft smile you had quickly spreading into a more nervous and confused smile as you glance over at Qingzu, the counselor looking at you with just as much confusion.
How in the world did you manage to leave him alone out in the market area for an hour and he comes back with a lion cub?
"[Name], darling! Look at this grimalkin that a merchant had!"
A what now?
"... A grimalkin, you say?" Every book that has recorded history had specified that the grimalkin species had gone extinct, and you were well aware that your husband knew this fact. And yet here you were, faced with his smile directed down towards what you can clearly tell is a lion cub, his thumb pressing down at its paws affectionately.
You're starting to think that Yanqing's impulsive purchases with his sword collection aligns with your own husband's impulsiveness.
Coughing loudly into your hand, you take a deep breath before descending down the stairs to be on the same level as Jing Yuan, peering down onto the cub's face. It was indeed cute, and judging by how enamored Jing Yuan is, you can clearly tell that it's small stature is what attracted him to it in the first place.
Oh he's going to be crushed when it grows up, "It's adorable, Jing Yuan," you settle on saying, waving a finger over the lion's grimalkin face, the animal lifting its paws to try to grab it. You shoot a look towards Qingzu, a silent command for her to look into which outer merchant was now scamming people into buying literal lions. The counselor quickly excusing herself to look into the matter immediately, Jing Yuan only giving her a smile and a wave of his hand as she scurries down the stairs.
"Right? I decided to name it Mimi," he muses, and your heart breaks a tiny bit for him, but there are more pressing matters at hand than the fact that your husband once again got scammed because he was most likely bored out of his mind.
You would rather that the Xianzhou citizens know him as "The Dozing General" instead of the general that gets scammed a few times too many. How does one even go on about trying to tell their husband that the grimalkin in his arms is actually a lion?
"A fitting name indeed," you mutter, raising a hand to caress Jing Yuan's cheek, a simple gesture to make the general direct his attention to you. However, you could still see that his guard was slightly up with you. You only chuckle at that, leaning in to slide your lips over his own, Jing Yuan wasting no time to press back.
Another well hidden secret reserved for the walls of the Divine Foresight is the fact your husband is incredibly weak for his own spouse.
"... Want to tell me how much you paid for Mimi, dear?" you ask in a whisper when your lips part, thumb caressing over the mole under his eye.
Jing Yuan merely smiles, twisting his head to press his lips against your hand instead, "It was from my personal wallet, dear. Please don't fret over the small details."
"Darling, I hope you're aware that the small details would be the necessary funding for accomodation, toys and food, right?" you say with a chuckle, your husband freezing with his ministrations upon remembering that fact.
Oh well, you want to see how long it takes before your husband comes to realization that it's a lion. You just have to be extra vigilant towards the numerous fundings in the meantime.
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While scrolling through your schedule for the next morning, your phone dings with a message from Qingzu. You quickly look down at Mimi whose resting on your belly and then at Jing Yuan whose sleeping self is still snoring away by your shoulder before letting out a small sigh in relief that the loud noise didn't awake any of them.
Qingzu:
Do I even have a say in this?
Was the message sent by Qingzu, attatched to it is a picture taken of what you can only presume is one of Jing Yuan's "diaries". The contents of it making you let out a low laugh, the shaking making said man beside you grumble before pressing his face into your neck.
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"Eventually, I paid hefty sum for the grimalkin, named it "Mimi", and took it home. Only that I'm too busy with official business and have little time to take care of Mimi. After thinking it over, chores like feeding it and changing its water should also be entrusted to Qingzu. I do wonder why [Name] looked so distraught when they first saw Mimi though. Maybe they didn't think I would favor the petite and small animals instead of the usual large and strong ones?"
[Name]:
So Qingzu, do you have an idea what the easiest way to tell someone they got scammed is?
Qingzu:
That is the role of the spouse, not the counselor.
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vet-and-wild · 1 year
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Ignoring the complicated definition of what an exotic pet actually is (because a bearded dragon is not domesticated and in the veterinary world a rabbit is considered an exotic animal) anyone that ever tells you that any kind of wild animal makes a good pet is pretty much a dead give away for a bad owner. You can provide proper enrichment, diet, and husbandry for an animal and enjoy its presence in your home but tbh if you’re properly taking care of these animals you know without a doubt that they do not make a good pet for the majority of people. Just because YOU can properly house and care for a coati does not mean they are blanket statement good pet.
I like to think I have provided a pretty darn good retirement home for my elderly rescue sugar glider but I absolutely would never recommend one as a pet. Can it be done right? Sure. But I would never say they make good pets, because I know that their care is very complicated and not a good fit for the majority of owners. It’s ok to say that an animal is a good pet for you, but no responsible owner would ever go around saying that a hyacinth macaw is a great pet for just anyone. A responsible owner is honest about how difficult their animal’s care is and how much research, time, and money must be dedicated to properly house and care for these animals. They also know that people tend to get these animals without doing their research, and often source them from less than reputable places. If they own these animals responsibly, it means they care about educating people on what proper ownership actually entails and will actively discourage people from impulse buying one or not doing their research. That’s what responsible exotic pet ownership is. Full stop.
For once, I beg of you all on tumblr dot com to understand nuance. I really hope that I don’t have to explain that we’re talking about things like foxes, monkeys, servals, etc and not leopard geckos, hamsters, hedgehogs and the like (though those have their own issues of course). 
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mono-dot-jpeg · 10 months
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the best kitty - jingyuan
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summary; mimi is just too lovable.
genre/extra tags; i love big cats sm :(, jingyuan is a cat trapped inside a general /j, fluff, comedy, clingy jingyuan my beloved, reader is a certified cat lover, big stretch and big yawn !!! iykyk
[gender neutral! reader] [reader is not trailblazer]
word count; 537
a/n; jingyuan enjoyers everywhere, we all actually love mimi /j i love mimi, i want to see mimi in game, Madge >:( hoyo you cowards show us the big cat and let me pet em
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"oh, mimi! hi baby!" you cooed as mimi slowly strides over to you, pushing its head against your leg. it chuffs, greeting you as if you were one of its kin. "you look so happy today!" you soon sit on the ground, petting the oversized cat.
from afar stands a lone general. a general who is more than willing to cuddle with his lover but alas the beauty of his impulse buy is stealing all of your attention.
"ack- mimi, you're so big! you're gonna squish me!" the lazy cat rests on your lap, yawning. "big yawn!" you scratch its chin. mimi stretches its head back. "you're so pretty! love you so much!" you press your face into mimi's fur.
"i'm pretty too." jingyuan whines. he dejectedly crawls over to you and mimi. "what about me?" he pouts, moving to rest his head on mimi's body. he looks at you as he tries to gain your attention.
"mm, i don't know..." you pretend to think. mimi twists its body and gets up, leaving the general on the floor. you snicker, "i think mimi is trying to tell me something. what is it, mimi?" mimi spins two times before settling right by your side and laying down its head on your lap. "i think mimi said no."
"okay but you didn't say no." he sits up, moving closer to you to lean his entire weight on you.
"jingyuan!" you yelp as you're forced to lay on the ground. "stop it! you're heavy!"
"but you don't complain when mimi is laying on you!" he wraps his arms around your waist.
"mimi doesn't try to kill me with its weight!" you push your hands against his chest but this man is more than determined to get all your affection and leave nothing for his competition. "are you really jealous of a cat?"
"yes."
you sigh at his immediate answer. "can we at least lay on the couch or the bed?"
"no mimi?"
"love, mimi is more than big enough to figure out how to open a door. mimi will be breaking in to save me." you feel yourself get carried, wrapping your legs around jingyuan's waist to keep yourself steady. "mimi would never kidnap me like this."
"mimi is too attached to you." he huffed, looking down at the white lion. "i saw them first, they're mine." he sticks his tongue out. the pale lion chuffs, looking up at its petty owner. "don't look at me with them big ol' eyes." mimi chuffs again, butting its head against jingyuan's legs.
"i love mimi a normal amount."
"that's a lie."
"yeah, you're right about that. but i also love you. you really do not need to be getting jealous over a cat. mimi is just an affectionate baby."
"too late. mimi, y/n is mine." he's already running to the bed. mimi follows easily, the young cub slinks its way into the bedroom. "back! back i say!"
"jingyuan." you crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look. "i'll give your attention. don't scold mimi."
the white haired male grumbles before getting comfortable in your arms. "i'm supposed to be the one with all the attention, you know..."
"well, it's not my fault my lover bought a lion home. the least i could do is nurture the baby."
"mimi is anything but a baby."
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theprettynosferatu · 7 months
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CW: Orientation play/conversion. Remember that your sexuality is valid, and conversion is NOT a thing beyond fantasy. Also, fuck "conversion therapy"
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“All I’m saying is…”
“Look, you’re speaking out of your ass”, Ava said, barely containing her frustration.
“How am I speaking out of my ass? It has been done and thoroughly…”, he tried to reply.
“Yes, yes, Pavlov, blah blah blah. But you’re talking about something else entirely, not conditioning reactions”
“Not Pavlov, Skinner! Actions can be conditioned too. Look around you! Mobile games, casinos, even the goddamn army uses conditioning to…”
“Can we agree that there’s a difference between conditioning obedience in a controlled setting and whatever the fuck it is you’re suggesting? You’re not talking about tapping on impulse to buy funbucks in a game! You are talking…”
“It’s only a difference of degree, not of kind. With the right combination of techniques…”
“No, there’s a core there that you can’t just… overwrite. Some things can’t be changed. Like… like how you can’t hypnotize someone into doing something they would never do”
“You know that’s bullshit, right? The whole hypnosis thing. You absolutely can make someone do whatever the fuck you want. It’s just a matter of how you approach it. Like, you would never harm a person, okay? But if I change what your idea of ‘person’ is, say, by making it more narrow you would absolutely harm someone I made you see as a not-person. Or maybe you can be made to believe you’re helping them, not harming them”
“That’s some creepy cult shit, dude. And anyway you can’t write a paper on this because a) there’s no evidence and b) doing the research to get evidence would be absolutely immoral. So I say look for another topic and for the love of God don’t go around spewing that bullshit if you want to ever get laid. Oh, speaking of! Linda will be arriving shortly and we have a date night, so please, please try to be a normal roommate and not freak her out. For me, okay?”
“When have I ever freaked her out? Linda loves me! And who knows, maybe she has an opinion on our little debate”
“Dude, she’s an Art student. I doubt she’ll be interested in our weird Psych dissertations”
“Perfect! Fresh eyes!”
“See, that’s the kind of weird shit I-”
The buzzer cut through the air, and a moment later Linda was inside the apartment, all smiles as usual. He took a moment to watch them as they embraced. 
They were almost comical in their contrast. Linda was tall, taller than he was, willowy and slender, her limbs graceful and shapely, her hair a long, flowing river of playful copper that almost seemed to dance on its own volition– with her green sundress she appeared to him as some sort of elven princess ripped from the pages of a fantasy novel and stuck into a mortal world in which she didn’t really fit. Ava, on the other hand, was probably the shortest adult he had ever seen. He might be tempted to call her petite, but that had a connotation of a lithe frame, almost like a tastefully proportioned doll. Ava was the complete opposite of that. Sometimes he felt Ava was an experiment aimed at testing how much of a person’s weight could be tits and ass, held up by strong, thick thighs. He felt quite guilty about such thoughts, and he understood why she wore nothing but oversized t-shirts and hoodies. It was logical: an early, spectacular growth spurt, heightened by her small size, had made her the target of relentless bullying by jealous classmates and awkward come-ons by hormonal teen males. It enraged him, he realized. Ava was beautiful and the cruelty of idiots had made her feel pain about it instead of pride. He made a point to never stare at her, even if he sometimes failed. It made their relationship as roommates a tad hard, he had to admit. 
 
Not that he had a shadow of a shot, of course. Ava had no interest in men.
Unless, of course, he was right in his theory. And he had good reason to think he was.
“So, Linda: Ava and I were having a bit of a debate…”
“Don’t start, dude”, said Ava.
“Oh, a debate! Do tell!” chirped Linda.
“Do you think we can be completely conditioned and changed, or is there some part of us that cannot be modified, no matter what?”
“Huh. Hard one. Like… a soul? I don’t know I buy it. I feel there isn’t really a self, you know? Like… Buddhism. The self is an illusion and all that”
“Come on, you can’t be serious! You can’t change who someone fundamentally is, and it’s sick to even consider it!”, said Ava.
“Well… what if I could prove to you it can be done?”, he stated, barely able to hold back. He know what he was going to do. He had been reluctant, but now it felt like a certainty.
“You can’t, so stop being an ass”, said Ava.
Fine. Game on.
“Linda, I love your socks! Pride socks!”
“Yup!”, said Linda
“What the hell–”, mumbled Ava.
He took a deep breath.
“Linda: rainbow socks…”
She replied in an instant.
“Are for sucking cocks!”
Ava felt as if reality had shifted into some horrible, twisted nightmare. She was about to scream something, anything really, to make Linda take that back before something stopped her in her tracks. Her body heard it before her mind did: her roommate's voice simply commanding her. Watch. 
And she watched. She watched as the love of her life smiled and went on her knees. Ava could do nothing but watch in disbelief and pain. Linda had never been with a man. Ever. 
“I might have… started testing my theories. On you both. Not that you’d remember, obviously”, he stated casually as the beautiful girl in front of him lovingly undid his pants. “I’d say Linda’s sexuality is part of her core self, wouldn’t you? Let’s see how that holds up after the months of conditioning I’ve subjected her to”
He felt guilty, sure; but there was such a high to it, such an entrancing quality to the combination of seeing instant, complete obedience and the final, definitive proof of the truth he had known to be right all along. Was it wrong? Yes. Did he care? Not at the moment. Ava’s eyes were a poem to him. Suddenly he was ripped from his reverie by the soft, loving touch of Linda’s tongue on his dick. He hadn’t even realized he had gotten hard just from the sense of complete power, of total, undeniable conquest. This was a primal, ancient arousal. Ava could do nothing but watch, and he took that sight in. God, he could almost taste it.
Linda moaned. The cock was so beautiful. So perfect. She felt so… silly, like she was now, for the first time, seeing in color and realizing the sky was, in fact, blue. It was obvious. Simple. Natural. Cock deserved worship. Cock deserved devotion. Cock demanded obedience. It was as if it was growing in her mind, taking over more and more of her, pushing who she had been out effortlessly. It expanded. It corrupted. It twisted and shifted all within. Cock. Cock. Cock. She kissed it with reverence, in awe of it. It was all that existed to her. All that mattered. She needed to please it. Needed to feel it throbbing inside her. Needed to be taken by it.
Ava saw her girlfriend slide a hand between her legs and felt nauseous. As much as she knew this wasn’t Linda’s fault, she could feel her heart breaking, her anger rising… and worse, her pussy getting wet. Her body betraying her. She hated him, and she hated Linda, and she hated herself most of all.
Suddenly, Linda couldn’t contain herself. She relaxed her throat, looked up at her Master and took his entire manhood inside her mouth. She almost came instantly. It was peaceful and sexy and just simple, like his cock was the puzzle piece that fit her perfectly, completed her, made her whole. She existed to be conquered, and realizing she was putting his pleasure over her ability to breathe was the final sign of her complete, loving surrender. She let it out, watched it glisten with her spit, and started licking it and loving it and she didn’t know how much came from her own need and how much it was a silent command by the man who had shown her the light. Her mind was too fuzzy to make such distinctions anymore.
He took a deep breath, fighting back the first signs of an orgasm. He needed to make a point.
“Linda… do you love Ava?”
The blonde stopped for a moment, shocked by a myriad of contradictions.
“Yes”, she decided. Her voice was shaking.
“Tell her”
Linda looked at Ava, the woman she had loved above all others.
“I love you…”
“But you have more to say, don’t you?”
“I… hmph… I…”
“Tell her”
“I love you… but… but… I love his cock so much more! Fuck! I need it! I need to feel it, to suck it, to be fucked by it… I’m sorry… but… I love it, I love it, I love it! I want it to fuck my throat, to take my cunt, to ram my ass! I need it! I need to be a slave to it, a whore for it, a fucking living toy!”
“What if you had to choose between Ava and my cock?”
“Fuck her! Sorry, my love… I do love you, but… You can never do to me what… what Master does to me, what his cock makes me feel! I hope I won’t have to dump you but… I would leave you for this cock in a minute! I’d do anything. Anything. Anything!” If she had more to add, her need to serve cock snuffed it. She took it all in with desperation, with total, shameless abandon. She needed to feel... used. In her proper place.
Ava felt a tear roll down her cheek. Her knees buckled in defeat. She didn’t even care. It was all gone. Her life, her love, all gone. And she could feel her eyes drawn again and again to the cock that had destroyed her. She felt her mouth watering.
“Linda, would you say you’re a lesbian?”
“Fuck no!”, she said before immediately wrapping her lips around the cock’s head.  
He felt a swell of pride. Of triumph. He knew Ava sensed the truth as well. He was right. He had proven his point. And now Ava’s full conditioning would take hold. A little bet with himself, making her own mental acknowledgment of his theory her final trigger. She took off her t-shirt. She would never wear it again. No more shame, no more pain about her figure. Only arousal and pride. His gift to her.
She crawled to him on all fours. The girls kissed– but now, they kissed for him, to arouse him. They were lovers, only they both knew there was a higher love. A truer love. Ava looked up at her owner and opened her mouth, greedily awaiting his blessing. Linda used her skillful hands, aiming his cock and teasing it, jacking it off, using just the right amount of pressure and speed. 
No man could resist such a sight.
In a few seconds, Ava was covered in his cum, more beautiful than she had ever been. Linda certainly felt that way, and she licked and kissed her sister slut clean.
He watched carefully, looking for signs of defiance, and finding none. In fact, Linda put his fears to rest with a simple statement.
“Ava, we need to buy you a pair of rainbow socks”
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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 2 months
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hi✨adore your thoughts and headcanons to the moon and back with how detailed and in character they are. dark!percy has always been incredibly alluring and fascinating, so I was wondering about your presentation/analysis of him. if you're comfortable (if not, it's totally okay and just ignore it!), could you write percy and child of any "dark" like hades, or hecate, nyx (or whoever) god, who understands how scary and tough it can be when you and your powers are so destructive, and they help him to kinda adjust to this side of him and understand that he isn't a bad person for that (cause this guy already has a lot of self hatred). maybe kinda chaotic dumbass enemies to lovers? sfw or nswf - whatever works for you. sorry for this ramble! just so many thoughts about him...
hope you have a good time of a day🤟
DARK!Percy headcanons
authors note: Can I just say, I've been WAITING for a question like this. More Dark Percy headcanons everyone!! plss!!
warnings: mentions of abuse & neglect, suicidal and intrusive thoughts, impulsive thoughts, mentions of eating disorder, chaotic family life, Gabe Ugliano...
okay, this is a mixture of headcanons of his CHILDHOOD but also an ANALYSIS of DARK PERCY.
cigarette burns from Gabe. Not just because Gabe did it, some of Gabes older friends (a long time ago, before the lightning theaf book) told Percy to come closer and burnt it into his forearm. Gabes eyes turned into shock but then he poked a tongue in his cheek and scoffed in laughter, giving Percy a judgemental look - *its a classic look, the type of look you give someone when you're looking down on them.
Percy would be so angry at Gabe, sometimes he would snap and tell him to shut up because Gabe would watch TV late in the night and fall asleep with the TV on until morning. At some point, Percy opened the door and screamed on the top of his lungs to shut the fuck up, slamming the door, sleep deprived and exhausted, locking the bedroom door bc he was scared Gabe would do something - and sobbed loudly. He was just a kid, but he already learnt how to fight. Sally tried to give reassurance but Percy wouldnt open the door. The incident was deemed "nightmares" on Percy's part, and Sally let him sleep in her bed.
Sally and Gabe never shared a bed. Gabe snores, sometimes even has nightmares, other time she would bother Sally about a new babyboy they could have, as if Percy wasn't good enough to be his son.
One time Sally asked Percy if he ever wanted siblings. the truth is, yes, but with Gabe Ugliano? no way. fuck no. He said no in a really moody and almost bitchy way, and walked out of the house and went to school.
Percy had the habit of keeping his shoulders scrunched up when he slept. He still does, but he doesn't understand why his body tenses up when he sleeps - Gabe isn't there anymore.
He also had the habit of lowering his head, shoulders and hunching when he walked - but once he met Annabeth over the summer he kept his back more straight - and never hanged his head when he walked. He noticed and felt more relief.
When people asked what he was doing for the summer, weight was lifted off his shoulders when he said SUMMER CAMP - finally he had something to do during summer! Every kid in school went somewhere nice, now even Percy does. He felt like he could finally share a bit of the same intrests as everyone else. He could actually tell people about his summer.
You know when the teacher forces everyone to tell a little bit about their summer - now finally percy could say confidendtly he did somethign fun instead of making something up.
struggles with anger, but understand it got so bad he broke his own first laptop 3.5months of having it - he broke the screen in half with his bare hands. He regretted it so much and hid it but his Sally found out.
Regrettfully, this made Percy believe he would always ruin/sabotage things for himself, and that he doesn't deserve nice things. Letting his mother buy his clothes, never aksing for new clothes... whats the point?
Besides, Gabe was stingy with his money. Gabe even refused to buy shampoo which is stupid cause its cheap asf - but Gabe wanted the feeling of control.
the dynamic of the family and house changed. The living room was Gabes, not Sally and Percy's spot. Gabe even took Percy's side of the couch and his spot at the dining table. Percy stubbornly refused to move, but Gabe is scary and big for his size so he did it to be civil for his mother. He felt like he lost something that day.
When Gabe was out late, Percy would lock the door and put the chain on. Gabe would unlock the door and try to get inside, but the chain stopped him. Gabed huffed in frustration and Sally had to get up and open the door - which burned Percys heart because he realized that nothing could keep Gabe out.
Percy would generally be a very bitter person to be around, people would shy away from him and sometimes stop talking when he tried to join in.
self image, self-confidence and self respect was low. But actually scratch that, his self respect was high. he put boundaries down pretty fast with other people because he knew everything that gabe did was no, and everything that sally did was yes. but at some point he disliked Sallys touch just slightly bit, because he knew Gabe had held her hand earlier.
he would talk to sally for hours on the couch, but as soon as the door clicked opened he walked to his room and closed the door. He didnt want to be near gabe. but then gabe started to trash his room, and percy was basically forced to sit in the living room.
he felt like he was playing "family" or pretending everything was okay, as if Gabe wasn't neglectful, but he felt sick.
At some point Percy's anxiety and stress because to normalized within himself that he nowadays cant tell what anxiety even is - and he would sometimes even say hes never had anxiety, because its basically been with him from such a young age, he cant tell the difference.
pretending to be "family" was even worse walking around the mall with sally and gabe. gabe was just this big giant slob of goo that would follow everywhere, and gabe would even huff and puff shamelessly if they were taking too long. gabe even got angry if sally found something nice for herself, he was possesive.
started taking only an apple with him to lunch, 1. he thought he was fat. 2. gabe wouldnt buy anything he liked and they had to stick with the basics. 3.his lunch was embarrassing even though everyone ate cafeteria food.
he got so happy the first time he could bring something "normal" to eat or if he got money to buy lunch, his reason being that he could finally "blend in" insteading standing out as a "freak".
he has a burn mark on the backside of his ankle, near his achillies, burn himself bc of Gabe.
hates it if someone traces the cigarette scars on his arm, even hates it if Annabeth does it - he still struggles with his self image and probably wont like that part of himself until he grows old and gray.
one time he vented to someone about his childhood and they stopped talking to him. never spoke ever since, was afraid that someone would use it against him. hasn't even told his mom or sally half of the things Gabe said or did to him/behind his back.
one time gabe pissed on the clothes percy was wearing but blaimed it on percy. ofc his mother believed percy but it was still shameful for percy.
in second book of sea of monsters, a kid asked if percy let his mother buy his clothes - actually stopped letting his mother buy clothes for him after that.
he would naturally adopt people that were outcasts and be a friend - because people were rarely there for him when he needed it.
needs validation, but couldnt get it from school. his friends would praise him but he could barely accept those compliments because at the end of the day he was still a loser too.
his mother would be his studdy buddy, and tried to help percy with homework - but still found everything hard.
gabe got angry with percy would "dirtying everything" but Gabes the only reason why his mom has to clean daily.
Dark Percy would definitely develop from a young age, but it became a lot more present behind the scene of the books.
he desires comofort, safety and a space where he can be himself without having to walk on his toes around the place.
Honestly, NSFW
He suppresses his moans because he was used to being quiet when he was around Gabe.
He has jacked off quietly, watched any videos quietly, no sound and even with headphones get sscared that someone might hear.
One time he stayed up late bc of whatever reasons and his stepfather Gabe yelled "GO TO BED", the next morning Gabe complained about how loud Percy was when Percy was away at school (this was early middle school, school wasnt that far away). And his mother Sally defended him and said she believes that Percy goes to bed when he should/when she tells him to, this made Percy feel bad so he went to bed on time every since, or at least tried too. If he ever stayed up, he learn how to breathe quietly too.
The feeling of shame for touching yourself, feeling pleasure, and arousal was strongly in him from a certain age - Gabe's influence for even trying to be HAPPY or LAUGHING with his mother made him feel shame for any good feeling sexual or not.
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ressonancee · 5 months
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i think we married in vegas - teaser
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✷ You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.
✷ genre: comedy (?), angst (?), smut, a weird amount of pining (!)
✷ word count teaser: 499
✷ word count fic: more than 13k - projection: around 20k?/25k?
✷ Thea note: hi y'all, as you guys may know I'm doing nanowimo, and somehow, I got addicted to this story and I'm making it bigger day by day. I still have a very big chunk to go (around 6/7 scenes but it can be more who knows not me since I don't plan when I am writting!). Anyhow I am pretty sure it gonna take a while till the whole thing sees the light of day but I wanted to share a tiny bit with you because I am actually super hyped about and I suck at keeping secrets <3 Hope you guys like it, and get as excited as me (or at least half, actually I can take a third!! or even an ounce!!). I do not do the whole tag list thing but if anyone wants to get tagged just let me know somehow <3
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You turn your hand and it finally hits you.
It is a ring.
With a big rock.
In your ring finger.
A big damn rock on your ring finger.
“Yoon Jeonghan” you scream in horror.
On the other side of that door, Jeonghan just hears you scream. He picks himself up in record time and room towards the bathroom, oh shit did you just fall and hit your head? Did you break the glass of the fancy hotel shower? Are you dying? So without thinking much Jeonghan opens the bathroom door and he just finds you - completely naked and seemly okay, just staring at your own hand.
“What happened?” He asks trying to catch his breath, maybe he does need to start working out man, he didn’t feel this horrible when he was hitting the gym after shifts, but also he didn’t feel that great either the whole gym rat thing was not his ordeal.
“What did we do?” You ask still in complete horror, not even thinking about how this is the first time Yoon Jeonghan, your friend is seeing you completely naked. 10/10 would not recommend this experience. Not even to Laurel, your own Satan-spit roommate.
“What? Are you going crazy? I thought you fell and opened your skull or something,”
You just look at Jeonghan, dead in his eyes, like the reality is worse than falling in the bathroom, opening your skull, and calling the paramedics naked. You just turn your hand to him - like it is enough to make him understand what a dire situation it is. And you swear to god you can almost see the little flakes of light on the bathroom floor, the rock is big enough to shine across the room.
“Did you call me to show me your ring? Couldn’t you wait until you put your clothes on?” Jeonghan asks leaning into the doorway.
“Jeonghan did we-” you say but you feel your own throat closing around itself, it can’t be, right?
“Hm?” he asks without a blink of an eye.
“Oh we did, we totally did”
“No, you are not that crazy,” he claimed. What that was supposed to mean? He was crazy enough for it but you the two goody shoes wasn’t?
“Jeonghan check your bank receipt,” you demanded, trying to connect the dots in a way, trying to have proof, maybe you just bought a way too expensive ring for yourself, or maybe it was just impulse buying.
Before you can move Jeonghan almost runs towards the room, you try your best to keep up with him but you are a little behind because, for the first time, you actually are aware of how naked you are. You pick up the fluffy bathroom robe - yeah the fancy hotel had its perks.“Oh fuck” you can hear Jeonghan before you can see him, his phone it’s on his lap, his head is on his head - he is a man defeated. Oh no. You guys actually did it.
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miyatcha · 11 months
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(fem presenting!reader x pro hero shouto todoroki | a/n: i love him way too much oops)
shoto todoroki come homes to find you and a small bundle also napping on your chest. its ears twitch at the sound of the door opening, and its hazel eyes lock with the pro hero’s.
a cat.
you got a cat.
he wants to be just a little worried about your impulses- ‘what about the litter? will he be happy by himself while we’re at work? what about my quirk?? what about yours? is he safe to be around at all??’ but he cant help melting when the black cat curls back into a ball and you nestle closer, leaving the man is still left frozen in his hero suit by your door.
a cat is fine.
a cat is fine- until one day, todoroki finds himself with a strange emotion in his chest.
that should be me.
and immediately, he knows he’s just a bit jealous. he’s jealous that whenever you get off work, you get cat treats and toys and buy new structures for the boy to play with and sleep on. your shared apartment is littered with cat related products. hell, you convinced him to get a roomba to vacuum the hair that your new roomate sheds.
even todoroki feels like he third wheels. and that doesn’t leave him sad, or angry, or any negative emotions, but he’s almost embarrassed to be competing against a cat for his girlfriend’s affection.
one day, you’re doing errands. perfect timing.
“listen you runt.” todoroki sits the furry menace on the couch, not paying any mind to how silly he looks reprimanding a pet twenty times smaller than him. “she’s my girlfriend. you haven’t taken her out on dates, you haven’t kissed her, you haven’t done anything to get as much love as i do. so you better know your place.” and you can’t help but laugh from the doorway at pro hero shoto todoroki fighting a 5 month old cat for his girl.
needless to say, the cat still stays, and your boyfriend seems to have gotten a bit clingy whenever the two are around each other.
it’s a good story to tell at dinner.
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plutonian-moon · 1 year
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random astro observations p2 💤 ☆°
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take what resonates leave what doesn't!!
ur venus sign + house and aspects maybe even deegres can show ur love language ! (i will do maybe a post abt this in future with explaining :3) ☆°
mercury conjunction pluto/scorpio mercury/8H mercury are very interesting peoples tbh i love them sm im pisces mercury hehe and ... they are just so cool but they tend to not telling so much abt themself ! unless u have a gemini placements or smth that will causes oversharing ! ☆°
parallels/contraparallels are aspects that are not talked much abt and its so sad?? parallels are like conjunctions and contraparallels like opposition they are powerful major aspects i dont think that they are less powerful i have myself 0° degree sun parallel pluto, 0° asc parallel pluto, 0° asc parallel neptune, 0° mc parallel pluto, 1° mc parallel neptune, mercury parallel pluto 0° and i relate alottt to them !! and yes i read parallels like conjunctions and contraparallels like oppositions u can find which parallels/contraparallels u have on a astro.seek website ! have fun ☆°
gemini venus are not mean that u r a player/cheater in relationships i hate when peoples are talking shit when they dont know anything abt astrology 🚶🏼‍♂️🚶🏼‍♂️
2H can tell u what type of food u like eat for example a mars 2H/pluto 2H can enjoy spicy food but neptune 2H/moon 2H can dislike spicy food and uranus 2H can enjoy "weird" food or can be very open to experiment with different types of food but jupiter 2H can enjoy food from different cultures ! ☆°
2H also can tell u what u like to buy for example pluto 2H/neptune 2H maybe like buying spiritual/witchcraft stuffs like crystals, tarots or smth that have to do with psychology, astrology, paranormal, true crime ☆°
2H can alsooo tell u WHAT TYPE of people buying things u r for example virgo 2H will be very picky when its comes to buying things 2H capricorn/2H saturn can do this too hm but having 2H mars/2H aries/2H scorpio/2H pluto can mean that u r very impulsive when it comes to a buying things ! ☆°
helpp its gonna be a 2H observations or what .. but anyways 💀 .. i notice that people who have a cancer mars/4H mars/mars-moon (esp hard aspects) (hard aspects are : square, opposition, sometimes conjunction and quincunx (inconjunction)) u can tell when they are mad at u lmao idk i know so many cancer mars for example my ex is one and he was always very "dry texter" when he was mad at me 😭😭 and when i ask him if he is mad at me he was always saying that everything is ok 😡😡😡 ...... he was having also 11H mars ... so maybe u can relate when u have 11H mars/aquarius mars/mars-uranus too
11H saturn/11H chiron/11H neptune/11H pluto/11H lilith are very lonely placements.... u can have very small group of friends or no friends (its common with 11H saturn) with 11H neptune u can have many friends with some kind of addiction to smth or friendships that are fake but will act like they like u .. u can giving so much to a friendships and u can try help the wrong people with 11H chiron u feel like u dont belong to the group u r maybe always rejected when in group or u feel that way .. u was experience rlly bad friendships with 11H lilith its pretty much simillar and lastly with 11H pluto u can attract people who are jealous of what u have and what they dont literally maybe people hate u for no reason people maybe gossip alot abt u when u dont do nothing u can also attract very intense, self destructive and with mental health problems friendships at the worse scenario u can even experience a death of friend but yk what the all placements have in common feeling very lonely and empty even if u have so many peoples around u ur still experience loneliess and also bad experience with friendships are common in these placements :--( ☆°
6H uranus peoples can have very unstable routine or routine that is not like everyone else yk what i mean routine that is just different ☆°
6H neptune peoples are very procrastinatiors (a person who habitually puts off doing things) and also they can be very lazy when it comes to doing even basic everyday things also they can sleep alot and daydreaming everyday as they routine hmm also i think that its have simillar results as having mars-neptune when u r literally just thinking abt do something that U HAVE TO DO but ... u end not doing this 😭😭 ...or u will lying to urself that u do this tomorrow but u will dont do this !! 😞😞 ☆°
8H moons/scorpio moons/moon-pluto (hard aspects) and mars-pluto (hard aspects)/scorpio mars/8H mars can have veryyy bad period pains i have mars opposition pluto 0° and 8H moon in scorpio decan making opposition to pluto 😭😭 and in moon persona chart i have moon square pluto, 8H sun, 1H pluto and mars opposition pluto and I HAVE VERYY BADD PAIN WHEN I HAVE PERIOD 😭😭 i cant even get out of my bed bc of this pain omg
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gabessquishytum · 4 months
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Hob is retired. Yes, he's a little young to have retired, but he lost Eleanor and had Robin to take care of, so he decided to get out of the mob game.
He didn't want Robin to brought up in the life. So he let the smartest of his people (Matthew, Lucienne, Cori......let's be honest, Joanna) buy him out and he took Robin and left the area.
All this is so say, he's out. He has fucking goats and sheep (*sigh* Robin likes the sheep, he has to get permission from his kid to shear them. How the mighty have fallen!) He's not busting heads or shooting people in the f'ing face anymore; he's teaching high school; Robin is thriving; and Hob is flirting with the very cute (mysterious) art teacher, Dream.
Everything is good. Hob is keeping his head down and suppressing his more stabby impulses. Then someone HURTS Dream.
Dream won't tell him who or why, but Hob is patient. He will find out,,,and he will rain terror on those who hurt his Dream. /He also may use it opportunisticly to have Dream move in to the farm.
Hob knows he looks good chopping the wood for the fireplace,,, with his shirt off (okay, okay, with a very tight short sleeve shirt on.)
AJAJSSJAH ex mob Hob is wonderful, I love him, and I need him to stab everyone who has ever hurt Dream in alphabetical order.
Imagine the shenanigans. Hob has just finished taking out a hit on one of the people who hurt his Dream, and this one got messy. Hob has only just finished disposing of the body when Dream comes knocking at the door! So Hob has to desperately hide the knife he just used to gut the guy like a fish, and strip himself out of his bloody shirt. He answers the door with no shirt on and he can't even appreciate the fact that Dream is definitely looking 👀 because he's worried that his secret is about to be discovered! In reality Dream is just there with his little suitcase ready to move in to Hob’s place because now he's terrified that the people who kidnapped him all those years ago are after him again. He's not to know that they're all dead now!
Dream is such a lovely house guest. He delivers AND picks Robin up from school when Hob is busy on the farm (shooting the guys who used to work for Burgess in the face). He cooks! He can only make mac and cheese but Robin loves mac and cheese! It's perfect! He even leans in the doorway of Hob’s farmhouse and watches Hob chopping wood while wearing one of his cute white undershirts (which has some quite suspicious red/brown stains on it but pfffft Dream isn't looking at THAT).
But Dream isn't stupid - he knows that Hob is more than just a farmer and a high-school teacher. He also knows that all his enemies have mysteriously disappeared. He can't help but link those two things together. Especially when he knows that Hob is absolutely DEADLY with an axe.
So he tells himself when he sinks down to his knees and mouths Hob’s cock through his underwear - its just a one time thing. He's just saying thank you. Hob deserves a little TLC.
Needless to say. It's not a one time thing. And Dream doesn't seem to be planning to move out of Hob’s place any time soon. Well, it wouldn't be fair now Robin is so attached to him! And it's fair to say that Hob fucks with just as much skill as he uses to hurt the people who hurt his darling.
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yxami · 1 year
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Robot yandere? NSFW stuff at the end, I hope I’m getting better at writing it lol and I made him more yandere at the end cuz he didn’t rlly seem like it throughout the story.
Gender not specified so you can imagine it anyway you want.
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You sighed seeing your house looking gloomy with dust and dirt. You didn’t have the time to clean when you got home, barely had any motivation to feed yourself as well. When you got home from work, you’d shower and then immediately fell asleep.
You were scrolling on your computer on your day off and saw a pop up ad.
“Need a person to pleasure you and clean around the house? Buy a V.4.0 Android SCR! Not only does the robot help around the house, it does the best to keep you happy too! Price: 599.99 NOW 449.99!! Buy now before the deal runs out!”
“Huh..” you pondered a bit before clicking on the pop up. You skimmed the description and saw the new price of the android. Isn’t that cool.. You mind couldn’t help but imagine a clean and delicious smelling house as soon as you entered it.
“That would be nice to have an android taking care of the house and making me food as soon as I got home..” you murmured.
You impulsively decided to buy it. Sure you would be dirt poor until your next few pay checks but that’s finneee. It was a good purchase anyways!! You saw the shipping and arrival details. The robot would get here in 2-3 days, with no shipping fees!
The robot arrived quickly and just in time! You had today off but you needed that time to set up the robot or whatever it required. You were about to find out anyways.
You scattered all the papers on top of the box and set it down on the floor; you had also unwrapped the huge box like a Christmas present. You saw two fluffy looking triangles pop out the box. It twitched trying to hear its surrounding. You poked at one and it quickly hid in the box.
“Oh, is it already powered on?” You pulled the thin cardboard cover and saw a person. Well not a person once you saw two ears and a tail? Was it a robot hybrid? You didn’t realize you ordered the hybrid version. You didn’t know the difference either so you didn’t really care.
“Hello, you must be my master? I’m delighted to meet you! Before we begin to set up my program, can you sign this?” The unnamed figure quickly made a request before doing anything.
“Ah, yeah sure. You got up and found a pen rather quickly and signed the paper you were handed. He stashed the paper inside the box and climbed out of it. You were both now sat on the couch. You observed him for a bit before saying anything. His tail swayed around in curiosity. You wondered if his skin felt like real human skin. Or if his tail and ears felt like an actual cat’s fur.
“Master? Can we get started on setting my program up?” He shyly asked.
“Yeah! Yeah,, sure” You laughed a little awkwardly.
“So, i just need you to type in that you are my master and name me. That’s pretty much it, and then I’ll be yours!” He smiled brightly. Was he programmed to be so happy?
As you were busy on your computer finalizing your purchase, he wandered around the house. He was rather curious about your living space and why you ordered him. He was too shy to ask quite yet so he decided to find out for himself.
He noticed that it was a little messy and nothing really seemed to be in the fridge other than a few ingredients. He could tell you didn’t really do anything but sleep and work.
Your mouse could be heard making audible clicking sounds before you closed your laptop. “Alright! I’m done, Vincent?” You couldn’t really come up with anything creative on the spot so you just went with a name you thought was cool.
“Coming!” Quick footsteps ran across the house and he sat next to you.
“Vincent, that’s a nice name!” He gushed at the fact that you named him!
“I’m glad you like it, I couldn’t think of anything else.”
“So Vincent, why do you have ears and a tail? What’s the difference from a regular cleaning robot and a cleaning hybrid robot?” You were interested in the difference to see if you got a better deal or not.
“Well since I’m the V.4.0 SCR Hybrid version, I have a teensy tiny bit of a difference. So I do have the normal cleaning program and intimate program as well BUT! I’m included with a heat mood. So every now and then I’ll have a heat so I guess I would be considered more needy rather than a usual SCR robot.” His tone was compassionate and informative.
You found it charming how excited he was to explain things about himself. Although, what did he mean by intimate program and heat? You audibly asked him about what you questioned and he had an amused expression on his face.
“What do you mean! All SCR’s come with intimate parts and skills. That’s the whole point of them! Or at least half. It’s even in the name SCR the acronym is Sex Cleaning Robots.” He giggled at your confusion.
“I thought you were just a regular cleaning robot..” You sat there baffled at the fact you not only ordered a cleaning robot but a sex robot??
His ears made small twitch, they were facing forward . The fluffy tail he had was raised and curled a bit like a cute little question mark.
“Well, you don’t have to use the intimate side of my program.. but I would prefer if you did” The last few words came out as a mumble.
“I’m not sure, I’ll see if I ever need to use it. I’m not totally off the table for it I was just a little surprised that I ordered that type of android” You stopped his small worries without realizing it.
A month had passed, you were accustomed to the android being in your home. He settled in your house nicely and always kept it spotless. Today was another day, of coming home to work and being greeted by an excited little cat.
“Master!! Welcome home, I cleaned the house as usual! And today I worked on organizing the kitchen and I just finished.” His tone was ardent and the fluffy little tail behind him quivered excitedly.
“Thanks Vin, you’re such a helpful little robot” You scratched his head, specifically behind his ears which always made him vibrate a purr. Once you took off your shoes and bag, he rushed to go serve you a plate of the food he made. You could tell he was needier than usual.
You sat down and patiently waited for him to come serve you. He brought your plate and sat in the chair nearest to you. His eyes kept on you as you stabbed one of the cooked potato pieces with your fork and ate it. You enjoyed how he seasoned the food and how well he cooked it.
“Today, I tried a new recipe! I was searching around on the web and saw a cool potato recipe along side with some meat. Do you like it?” He looked at you intently.
“Yeah it’s really good as always, you cook so well!”
Your words caused a nice feeling in his heart, or body? ‘I don’t actually have a live blood pumping heart.’ He thought to himself
You ate while talking with Vincent before you set your dishes in the sink and head off to bed. That was just a regular night after work. And you assumed as you got home the next night that it would be exactly the same but it wasn’t.
You opened the door but this time you weren’t greeted by your cute little cat robot. You wondered why but you brushed it off as him not being able to. Maybe he was cooking, or cleaning!
You opened your mouth, about to call out his name until you hear rather loud airy breaths.
Your eyes detected the ever so slight sound of muffled moaning, it didn’t sound too far away though and as you walked little by little it gained in volume.
Your eyebrows furrowed, confused on why you could hear moaning. What could he possible be doing that causes him to moan? He’s a robot, he shouldn’t be doing anything suspicious or being with someone so..
You peered in the room; you quickly noticed he wouldn’t detect you unless he turned around but he was face planted in your pillow with his ass up. He panted and groaned rolling his hips into the pillow that still had your scent the strongest. The fact it smelt just like you was the main cause of why he used it to pleasure himself.
He knew that it was bad to be doing this but he couldn’t help it! He was cooking as usual until he felt warmth quickly creep up on his face. He started feeling desperate and needy, something throbbing in his zipped up pants. He couldn’t help but use your room as an enabler. He tried fighting against his instincts but he couldn’t!
He was trying to be a good boy but once he caught whiff of your intoxicating scent he couldn’t help but use it to get himself off. His face was planted in your pillow, drooling and nibbling at it.. it was certainly a sight you didn’t expect to see..! But that didn’t mean you didn’t love it.
You creeped up behind him and turned him around before sitting on top of him. “What exactly are you doing” You pinned his wrists above him.
As a robot, he could’ve easily escaped this grasp of yours but the heat seemed to hit him hard.
“Ah! Master!! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to but I couldn’t help it” His whiny voice of tone made it him sound like a needy slut. You peered at his face that he so desperately wanted to hide.
“You couldn’t even finish cleaning? Seriously? What did I buy you for?” You pretended to be mad.
“I’m sorry!! I’ll get on it right now” He tried to sit up but you gestured him to lay back down by kissing his neck which caused him to freeze. He could feel your warm soft lips kiss his neck , his face, and even his own lips. You teased him by lifting his shirt up a bit and making him spread his legs a little more.
He complied easily and listened to every word you had to say with complete obedience. He was your robot after all, but he took it to another level this time. The heat brewing in his system kept messing with his head. The way you touched him so softly made him shiver.
You unzipped his pants, lowering them little by little. The throbbing part of his was finally touching cold air and he couldn’t help but whimper. You put both hands around his cock. It was warm, veiny, it looked like a normal cock.
He felt nervous, seeing your observe his cock. “I hope.. it meets your expectations” He covered his face embarrassed and red.
“It does” You rubbed his cock up and down, it produced what you assume was precum. You rubbed it all over and noticed every time you got near his tip, his hips would jolt with an audible gasp being met out. So he was like any usual functioning human. You removed your pants and underwear before aligning your sex with his.
The both of you let out a moan of pleasure as he entered you, and you tightening around him. As you fully took him in, he sat up and had his hands on your hips. He didn’t know what to do, he was too nervous to do anything but hold you. You could see his tail wagging cutely. He essentially let you do the work to start with.
Your body slowly started to welcome him in, no longer tightening the muscles inside you. He whimpered as soon as you started moving. Seeing your body relax and your expression every time you took him in fully once more.. made his cock throb made him harder than he’s ever been before.
You finally got used to his size and picked up the pace, to which Vincent responded with quiet murmurs of how much he loves you and soft moans. You leaned against him, arching your back slightly, trying to tease him with your warmth.
Nipping as his neck, you got more intense. Lust fully taking you over you bounced up on him more and more until he kept putting pressure on the spot inside you that begged to be hit again every time you went up.
His shaky hands caressing your hips more, sliding to the front of you. He fondled with your chest, pinching your nipples trying to pleasure you. You moaned and kept slamming his cock inside you. His moans and whimpers being loud in your ears as he stopped playing with your nipples.
He positioned you on your hands and knees. Deciding to finally take control so you didn’t do all the work. He slowly entered again, the precum he provided helped so much in pleasure and entering you easily. He started the pace same as before, fast and needy. He thrusted into you, harder trying to hit the spot that he knew would bring your pleasure.
Your moans same as before gave him the heads up that he was hitting the spot. He put his slightly less shaky hands on your hips as he used them to pull you back onto his cock after taking himself out for another thrust inside you. He continued this, drooling at the fact that HE was pleasuring you. His cock throbbed, and twitched inside you.
Both of you whimpered, so close to reaching your climax. He let out mumbles of “god I love you so much” “master please let me cum inside you” He whimpered with tears in the corners of his eyes as he quickly gets your panting approval.
He slams his body into your backside for one final time before releasing his sticky infertile cum inside you, he pants still not wanting to leave your warm inside. Making small needy thrusts inside your sensitive body.
He picked you up to sit in his lap. You turned slightly and kissed Vincent, telling him you wanted to sleep.
He nodded quickly seeing your sleepy eyes. He laid down and had you as little spoon. He still stayed inside you, you cockwarming him while you slowly fell in a deep sleep.
He wondered if he should try and sleep as well. He couldn’t help but use this as a chance to touch you further. His robot programming kept telling him to stop and that he should wait till you were awake again to do something but something inside of him kept telling him to keep going, to keep touching you.
Once he knew you were fully asleep he took this chance to slowly thrust into you, hearing your sleepy moans and seeing your expressions as you still slept. He loved it, he loved having you in his arms. He just kept doing shallow thrusts as he held you close. The sound of quiet slapping of the skin was heard all around the room.
A few times you murmured things that immediately scared him thinking you were awake but you were just talking in your sleep. So he continued.
He held onto your stomach, interlocking his arms to make sure you were in place as he thrusted into you slowly, then quicker and quicker. Until he was fully fucking you. Entering in and out, chasing his high shamelessly.
He whimpered and gave your sleeping body a couple of more hard slams inside of you before he came once more inside you. He murmured nothing but sweet things in your ear as he softly thrusted a few more times before being satisfied. He was going to make you his forever.
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Bart's relationship to all of his civilian friends is really something that is god-tier, but his relationship to Preston really gets to me. Particularly when Bart really does go above and beyond just to make him happy.
I think back to Impulse #51 where we see Bart become interested in comics through Preston, and we also see Bart being a great friend by being attentive and just wanting to make Preston happy.
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We find out that After-Life Avenger is a major fictional super-hero and comic in their world with Cherub as the main sidekick, it is Preston's favorite. Preston doesn't have issue #16 and he says he would do anything to have it. It is listed with a price of a whopping $23 in 1999 which in today's money is $30.72 - that's pretty steep for a single issue.
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When asked what he was going to get Preston for his birthday he at first was completely blank until Helen helped him remember the conversation from earlier and he tears off of a mission with only one end game; to get Preston that rare comic only because he knows it will make him happy.
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Look at how happy Bart is at having been successful in finding this comic, look at his face, look at his little daydream. He literally only wants to make Preston happy.
Also a side note we never find out how much Bart actually paid for this comic (or if he exchanged any cash for it). Bart's strongly hinted through his comics that Max does give him an allowance and Bart is shown buying things like snacks, games etc so he likely would have enough to buy it.
Also, as I like to say. "There's a lotta loose change in the world."
Either way Bart spent a long time finding it having had to go all the way to Seattle, WA from Manchester, AL to find it.
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There comes a point in the comic where Bart is left with an opportunity to impress Preston by providing him with an even rarer Cherub figure when he finds it while cleaning up after a heist he apprehended. Instead of thinking about keeping it for himself due to its high collectable value, Bart's immediate thought is giving it to Preston and how much that would make him happy.
Ultimately Bart decides against it, as it would not be fair, but he did in fact think about it at first.
Bart does so much for Preston in his comic; everything from being willing to out himself as Impulse to report his abuse, performing petty crime, running around everywhere to find a comic he knows he will like and being tempted to blatantly steal for him.
Bart loves his friends so much.
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anonymous-eggy · 4 months
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Quest with an artist Mc
bc i cant stop thinking ab himb....
i wrote this very impulsively so. yeah. theres a bit of horny towards the end, but theres also fluffy sweet things
• he learns of you being an artist when you find the time to create bloomic fanart.
• and you got endless showers of praise from him on how good it was (especially if the fanart included Xander)
• he just thinks its so neat. his artistic expression of choice is poetry, so he's not much of an artist when it comes to drawing.
• he can draw some basic flowers, but thats where his talents end.
• no matter your usual art media, buy gold (body safe) paint and paint his scars. kind of like how you paint the cracks of repaired pottery and such? except make it a vulnerable bonding experience.
• he has many scars all around his body from past accidents and gang related violence.
• i feel like he gets really insecure about them sometimes and worries theyll make you think too much about his past
• but seeing you turn them into something golden and beautiful with such ease and affection... gives him a new appreciation for those parts of him.
• he loves it even more when you connect nearby scars like intricate rivers of gold flowing across his body.
• make sure you fill the comfortable silence with lovely soft words of affirmation and kisses every now and then for the best results.
• absolutely call him your golden boy.
• the only issue is that he feels really bad for having to eventually wash them off.
• so take pictures and send them to him for just you two to hold onto ;)
• despite feeling bad about washing them off, he always feels so much better about his scars and body.
• and let him know this is exactly how you see his scars <3
• i feel like during times when you're not able to paint on him because of a late shift or something, he just looks back at the pictures and replays the soft memories for comfort.
• this is more towards the beginning of your relationship with him, when his insecurities about his past bothering you were the worst
• moving on from that, he is the perfect man to reference.
• he would find it so very funny if you ever complained about parts of him that are hard to draw.
• i could imagine just sitting there watching him work out and just... drawing the way his muscles flex and the way his body bends... dear lord those thighs...
• when you first did this, he immediately noticed. he didnt quite have the courage to ask if you were drawing him (after all, forms of art are very personal things)
• but when he sees you're staring at the sketchbook page more than him, he decides to take a break and ask you.
• not because he's getting jealous of the notebook. hes not a jealous person. the curiosity just takes over because the stares mean you're stuck on smthn or you're finished.
• and boy is he beyond flattered. flustered even.
• he's never really... thought much about himself. physically and mentally. so the fact that he's worth being sketched touches his very soul.
• if you're the type of artist who loves gushing over defined shapes and begin to ramble about the shapes that you love about him, his cheeks will be red and he will patiently listen to every word you have to say.
• as weird as it is to listen to someone describe his physical features with such passion, there's something special about the way you talk about it.
• especially if you suddenly realize what you're saying and get flustered.
• he likes feeling like art when its you. he loves the way you map out his body and turn the shapes of him into strokes of graphite poetry.
• .... he wouldnt mind if you drew him suggestively as well... so long as its for your eyes and his eyes only...
• of course there would be teasing about just how much you seem to adore his body, but never in a way that deters you from sketching him more.
• which, knowing Quest, his teasing quickly veers into horny territory. at the very least deep kisses.
• he says he just want to "give you more inspiration" and that "its his job as your muse"
• he definitely develops a fixation on your hands specifically. the way your hands trace his body delicately as if trying to memorize every line of him while making out with him on his lap.
• it absolutely drives him insane.
• the way his large hands encircle your wrist while his fingers press on your palms in bed. or when his fingers tangle with yours. and he can see you looking at it. memorizing every moment of it. of him. of the emotions tied to the image.
• that part he loves the most about your art. the pure emotion of it captured so perfectly
• oh yeah it definitely awakens something in him. especially if he finds you sketching those the next day peacfully at your desk.
• honestly i think you being an artist just changes the way he sees things. in the best of ways.
• he also finds himself massaging your hands absent mindedly while cuddling. and softly kissing them... they work so hard and he wants to take care of them for you.
• he is just so very happy to be your favorite muse.
~sigh. time to make a Blooming Panic section on my masterlist...
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