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absolutebl · 2 months

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Top 10 Best BLs on Gagaoolala

My Beautiful Man AKA Utsukushii Kare

Japan 2021

One of the most Japanese BLs to release in the last decade, as weird and as messed up as any 2000s yaoi: emo af and hella warped, entirely true to itself with no attempt made to modify its POV for modern sensibilities or current BL fandom. It used seriously old school problematic and kinky tropes, like whipping boy, for a truly uncompromising piece that also manages to hit up themes of communication, consent, and self acceptance. It’s a wonderful BL but uniquely dirty and harsh, in the best possible way - Japanese cinema, uncompromising.

I lost my ever loving mind over the ending. This show won the Grand Prix “My Best TV Award” at the 16th Galaxy Awards.

Minato's Laundromat AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry

Japan 2022

A classic age gap romance where a high school student pursues the man of his dreams (who runs a laundromat). This BL is so steeped in yaoi nostalgia, not to mention a classic romance arc, that it will overload some, but those of us who love this genre for its DNA will adore it. It made me very happy because it did everything I want a BL to do - there’s not much more I could ask of a show than this. It’s the closest Japan has come to perfect live action yaoi since Seven Days (and I never make that comparison lightly).

Squee watch-along here.

My Ride

Thai 2022

Thai BL grew up with this pulp (the first ever to make my end of year top 10). It’s a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine (AKA a cinnamon roll couple) plus mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest, and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede, the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple.

Takara & Amagi AKA Takara-kun to Amagi-kun

Japan 2022 I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this BL. Reserved cool kid who must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning. Was there plot? Not really. Was it emotionally tense and paced well enough for me not to notice? Absolutely. Did I enjoy the hell out of it? Oh yes.

Kiseki: Dear to Me

Taiwan 2023

The plot is totally ridiculous and slightly unhinged, but that’s normal for Taiwan. It involves all the tropes under a very casual framework of gay mafia gangs + food = love. Absolutely every character is queer. There’s a gum-ball machine of cameos, elder gay rep, great chemistry from all pairs, and a KILLER side couple. As a result Kiseki is a poster child for Taiwanese BL, and I happen to love Taiwanese BL. Bonus? They also managed to END IT WELL, which we cannot expect from Taiwan.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

Japan 2023

This style of live action yaoi really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat than we usually get from Japan's HEA stuff, and that part is also very well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's great, but watching requires more patience than usual, even for Japan.

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku

Japan 2023

A lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. I was always gonna love this show if they stuck to the manga (which is very dear to my heart). And they did, paralleling it almost exactly. It’s a quiet & cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me as the best of what Japan can do with softness (like Restart After Come Back Home). It’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, but that's OK with me. This is a very safe show for anyone to watch.

Step By Step

Thai 2023

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This office romance between a stern boss and sweet subordinate felt more authentic to cubical work than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. That authenticity added tension to the narrative and its characters development (how novel). I also really enjoyed the charming side characters and the brothers' relationship to each other (although I could have done without that brother's side BL).

Long Time No See

Korea (Strongberry) 2017

Catfishing assassins on either side of a turf war who fall in love not knowing they are on opposite sides. Or do they? Suspenseful plot, good fight sequences, mature characters, hot sexitimes and even hotter beating the shit out of each other and kissing while covered in blog (this came from KOREA?), plus an HEA. One of the hidden gems of the BL genre.

About Youth

Taiwan 2022

A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweet and colored by real world authenticity and grit.

Some of these shows ALSO appeared on Viki or iQIYI, but these BLs will appear only once on these round up posts (here for Gaga), not on the other platforms top 10.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that aired on Gaga (or was taken off the platform) after that date.

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fandomfucker · 3 months

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Bookstore-Rhea Ripley X Gn!Reader

Request: could i possibly get a really cute fluff of rhea. (possibly a non-binary (afab) reader if possible? [i'm non-binary]). they're in Judgement Day (maybe poly too? i'll let u decide) and it's just fluffy and adorable and sweet. i just love soft Rhea so much

Word count- 804

3rd Person POV

Rhea watched Y/n from afar as they scanned the titles of passing books. Occasionally, they stopped to pull one out and read the synopsis. Rhea could tell when they found one interesting when they pulled their phone out, presumably looking to see if it was on Kindle Unlimited first.

If it was, a picture was taken of the book before it was put back and Y/n continued on. If it wasn't, Y/n began scanning the surrounding area for their girlfriend. Once she was spotted, Y/n would beam before running over and excitedly showing their girlfriend the book before adding it to the stack she carried for them. It was times like these that her big strong muscles were extremely appreciated.

The books Y/n picked were usually sapphic, which just made Rhea all the more smitten, if that were possible.

This day, however, it was cold and rainy so Rhea had planned to set up shop in the little cafe inside their local bookstore.

Nevertheless, at the pleading of her partner, she just couldn't say no to browsing the titles with them.

So, upon arriving Rhea squeezed Y/n's elbow, getting their attention.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee first, do you want your usual?"

"Yes please!" Y/n exclaimed, beaming up at Rhea before hopping up to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be in the fantasy section!" They exclaimed again before bounding away into the stacks of books.

Rhea chuckled to herself in amusement, watching Y/n until they were out of view before striding over to the cafe counter.

Once she had both coffees in hand, she made her way over to the fantasy section, and sure enough, there Y/n was, squatting on the floor. They had two books perched on their lap as the read the back of another.

They were so focused on what they were doing that they never even heard Rhea come up behind them until she maneuvered both cups into one hand and reached down with an empty hand to scratch at the top of their head.

Startled, their head shot up to look at who was touching them. Rhea raised her eyebrows at them in amusement and grinned as their face broke out into a smile upon seeing her.

"Hi, baby." She greeted them happily.

"Hi!" Y/n grinned back, like an excited puppy. "I'm trying to decide between these three cause I know I'll never read all of them if I buy them all right now."

Standing up, Y/n held two books in one hand and the third book in the other, showing Rhea each of the covers as they gave a short description with each.

"This one's a sapphic retelling of Medusa and Perseus. This one's a sapphic academic rivals to lovers but mystery, and this one's also gay rivals but one's a ghost."* Y/n explained each one shortly before looking up at Rhea with their wide, doe-like eyes blinking in expectation.

Rhea chewed the inside of her cheek in thought, humming to herself as she did so. "I don't know babe. Maybe you should just get all three."

Y/n just frowned at her in response, looking between the covers in indecision.

"Tell you what," Rhea broke the silence. "You pick which one you want to read first and get that one, and then I will buy you every other book you want and only give them to you one at a time after you finish the one before."

Y/n's face lit up with a gigantic smile. "Really?"

Rhea let out a small laugh, totally in love with her partner. "Of course, darling. I will always buy you anything and everything you want." She leaned in and gave them a small kiss, smiling at them.

Y/n set the small stack on the edge of a bookshelf, reaching up and wrapping their hands around Rhea's neck, giving her a longer, passionate kiss.

Pulling away, they rested their forehead against Rhea's smiling in earnest. "I really love you, ya' know."

Rhea pecked their lips, responding with a small "I know." Before gently guiding them apart by their hips, handing them their coffee as she took the small stack of books. "Go ahead and keep shopping, sweetheart. These muscles can hold a lot."

With a small excited squeal and a kiss placed upon Rhea's cheek, Y/n bounded off through the store, finding a multitude of other books they wanted.

In the end, it was about fifteen in total which Rhea was more than happy to pay for since this was something her partner loved and she loved her partner.

The rest of the day and long into the night was spent with Y/n laying on the couch, their head resting on Rhea's thighs in front of the fireplace. Y/n read one of their new sapphic books while Rhea read one of Y/n's past favorites, wanting to know her partner better.

It was one of the best days either of them could have ever asked for.

*All three of the books described are real books that I very much recommend, in order, Queens and Monsters by Clio Evans, I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston, and Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas. All of these are available on Kindle Unlimited🫡

#rhea ripley #wwe raw #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day #tjd x reader #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day #the judgment day x reader #the judgment day wwe #rhea ripley imagine

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asvterias · 7 months

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𝖲𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 ~ 𝖩𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌

Warnings: Giving Birth??,

Pairings: BF!Jaime x Black!GF!Reader, Mom!Reader x Newborn Daughter!Maria x Dad!Jaime

Summary: Jaime finally heads home after being gone for a few months, worrying his family to a huge extent. To their surprises, Jaime returns back home and he’s not alone.

Word Count: 3.2k+

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Author’s Note: Just thought that this would be an adorable storyline & I got inspo from @writing-fanics! Hope you guys like it! I also don’t know why it took me so long to post this, been extremely busy!!

Spanish Translations

“mi amor..” — my love

“Ahora tienes que ponerle un anillo, ¿lo sabes?” — “Now you have to put a ring on her, you do know that?!”

“Ella no se equivoca.” Uncle Rudy agrees with his mother. “No esperes demasiado para proponer matrimonio. Ella ya te dio el bebé, todo lo que necesitas es el anillo y una propuesta perfecta.” — “She’s not wrong.” Uncle Rudy agrees with his mother. “Don’t wait too long to propose. She already gave you the baby, all you need is the ring and a perfect proposal.”

“Qué? Ella hablar español?” — “What? Does she speak Spanish?”

“No, no lo creo” Jaime shrugs, “E incluso si es así, no estábamos hablando de matrimonio cualquier momento pronto.” —

“No, I don’t think so.” Jaime shrugs, “And even if so, we weren’t talking about marriage any time soon.”

“En realidad, hablo y entiendo español muy bien.” — “Actually I speak and understand Spanish very well.”

“Desde, cuándo aprendiste español?” — “Since, when did you learn Spanish?”

“Se suponía que iba a ser una sorpresa, he estado practicando durante meses.” — “It was supposed to be a surprise, I’ve been practicing for months.”

“mi vida…” — “my life…”

The pain surging through your body felt indescribable. You cried and screamed as you pushed your baby out with all of your might. The relief you received when that final push halted all of that unnecessary suffering from your lower waist.

You could have finally caught your breath when you heard her cries as the doctors held up the wailing bloody baby for you to see.

“Can I please hold her?” you eagerly ask, your hands stretched out as your weak body leans over closer with the help of Jaime supporting your lower back. Her cries were deafening but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to hold her for the first time, and you were cherishing the beautiful moment.

You held her closely to your chest, staring at her with admiration in your eyes.

“Hi, my beautiful girl, I’m your mommy.”

Your baby babbles, ceasing her cries as she gazes back at you.

“We’re just going to clean her up.” Your nurse affirms you. Very weakly, you nodded your head, relaxing your body on the hospital bed as the nurse left the room with your newborn.

There were a few silent moments before the nurse finally returned back with your baby girl who was still hopelessly screaming her tiny lungs out.

You held the crying baby up to your chest, “You did so wonderful, mi amor.” He kissed your sweaty forehead, brushing the few strands of your hair from your face. Your boyfriend admired the bundle of joy in your arms with a grin plastered on his face.

Valeria was snuggled into a pink fuzzy blanket. Her soft skin was cocoa brown, and she had inherited Jaime’s big brown beautiful doe eyes with a small round face. The only feature resembling your appearance on her was probably your hair texture, everything else on her face, it seemed like Jaime’s gene’s dominant over yours. Hopefully, she’d grown into your looks, being the identical copy of her father for now. During her prime years, she will certainly resemble your beautiful genes.

Valeria is an amazing product of your and Jaime’s love, only proving how much you love each other.

“Perfect size for your baby girl. 6 pounds and 9 ounces.”

“She’s so tiny…” You coo, giggling at her holding her father’s finger with her whole fist. “

“She’s absolutely perfect…” Jaime nods and nudges at your side. “Just like her beautiful mother.”

You blushed at his compliment as he kissed your cheek.

“Well, she takes after her father too,” you mention, referencing her black silk hair which was refrained with a pink headband. “Born with a head full of hair.”

She had a tiny afro, abnormal for babies at an early age. The doctors informed you that most likely her hair would fall out, and regrow later in her prime years.

“Have you two picked out a name yet?” The nurse asked you, unintentionally breaking up your family moment.

You looked at each other with radiant smiles on your faces. “Valeria Neveah Reyes.”

The older woman smiles in appreciation, “That’s a perfect name and congratulations on the safe delivery.”

On behalf of both of you, Jaime thanks the nurse, and the woman takes her leave, closing the door behind her. You yawn, fatigue overwhelming your body, giving birth was a tiring experience.

“You should rest now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You shook your head, already insisting with your newfound maternal love, “She might need breast milk.”

He softly steals Valeria from your arms places her in the bassinet beside your bed and turns back to you. “Then I’ll wake you up. I wanna spend time with my newborn daughter too. She was already in your womb for 9 months, you’ve finished all of the hard work.”

Fluffing up your pillow he gently directed your head back into the pillow. “Now rest your pretty little head, mi amor.”

“Do you want the blanket on?” he went to pull the blanket over your legs.

“I’m good, babe.”

He departs you with a quick kiss on the lips, focusing back on the newborn baby in his arms. Valeria cutely squirms in her father’s arms, some drool coming from her mouth.

“My beautiful baby girl, Valeria.” His firm was secure on his daughter’s head, his other hand supporting her back and

kissing her gently on the forehead. Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off asleep, completely exhausted from your labor.

Jaime rocks with Valeria as he admires your sleeping form, the occasional raising of your chest indicating your steady breathing.

“Isn’t mommy beautiful sleeping? She was completely exhausted from delivering you,” Valeria giggles, squirming. Jaime sits down in the nearest chair as he tends to his newborn daughter.

A few weeks later, you were discharged from the hospital, packing your bag which you brought for home and baby supplies.

After you gave birth, you both agreed that you would inform his family about your whole relationship. Yes, they didn’t know about you either, barely even considered as a friend of his. jaime had told you many things about them yet they have never even heard your name.

On the other hand, your family knew all about Jaime and your pregnancy, supporting all of them. Your older siblings visited you in the hospital and were certainly obsessed with their newborn niece. Unfortunately, your parents were traveling for work, and couldn’t be there, but they sent their regards to you. Luckily, there were video calls or your parents would have missed their first milestone of becoming grandparents.

Your family name was well-known, and being well-known meant being abundantly rich. However, your parents raised your family to be grateful and appreciative of their achievements in life, rather than being spoiled and rude.

Jaime didn’t want to seem greedy, lounging off of your family’s money but your parents were persistent and he felt guilty for not taking the money.

During your car ride towards his family home, your overthinking clouded your judgment of Jaime’s family.

“What if they don’t like us?” You question, clutching onto your infant, feeling her fuss in your arms. “Shit’s only going downhill from there.”

He rests his hand on your thigh, staring reassuringly at you. “Stop worrying too much, mi vida. They’re my family, and they’re going to love you.” He ushers to the newborn baby as well, “Both of you.”

Valeria cutely babbles, seemingly understanding her dad’s words. The rest of the car ride was quiet, the gentle instrumental music from the car radio, lulling Valeria to sleep.

Finally, Jaime pulled up into his family’s driveway. Slamming the car door, Jaime swings the baby bag across his shoulder as you hoist Valeria in your arms, walking to the front door.

“Family, I’m home..” He calls out, letting you in first. Jaime guided you to the living room and the cluster of his family gathered around him. You shuffle back in instinct, wanting personal space.

“Who is this?” Milagro eyes you down.

Before Jaime could have answered his sister’s question, his uncle Rudy pointed to the bundle of a baby cozied up in your arms. “Is that a baby?” He yells flabbergasted earning shock looks from others.

Upon hearing the man shout, Valeria perks up and starts screeching her lungs off, startled and terrified at the noise. Your concern immediately came into a clutch for the wailing baby, and Jaime pulled you to the nearest couch, as you attempted to silence your daughter down.

With a combination of rocking her slightly and gently tapping her back, her fuss settles down as a toothless grin flashes on her face.

Eventually, you looked up, observing the family’s surprised faces.

“Familia, this is (Y/N) (L/N), my secret girlfriend.” He gestures to you with a small smile, and he points to the infant in your arms, “And this is Valeria Neveah Reyes, our beautiful baby girl.”

His family didn’t utter a single word, trying to process the newfound information. The many pairs of eyes continually switched between you and Valeria made you nervous. They had two new family members who just appeared in their lives. Of course, they had to adjust to the new change.

You held your breath, lightly drumming your fingers against Valeria’s clothes. Worry smears your face as you glance at your boyfriend. “This doesn’t seem like a good reaction.”

“Give them a minute.” He advises, rubbing your shoulder. You nodded in appreciation, listening to his words.

That minute turned into two which then into five minutes and the family was still unresponsive to the big news.

Slowly your eyes met Milagro’s eyes and there was a certain glint behind them. It downright scared you to the core because you didn’t know if things were going to end in your favor. Surprisingly, instead of letting loose on you, she sends you a warm smile.

“I’m an aunt.” She cheered, throwing her hands up in the air, and began to rejoice.

You blew out an anxious breath, relieved by her words and his family followed after, voicing their happiness. This could have gone dangerously worse, but you were grateful that it didn’t.

“When did you two meet?”

“How long were you two together?”

“Why was she kept a secret from us?”

“Save the questions for another day.” Jaime silences his family.

He manages to maintain a distance between his family and you, aware that you hate crowded areas and love your personal space. He respected your wishes of keeping Valeria close to you, understanding that your maternal love was still flourishing within.

You stared at your boyfriend, communicating with your eyes as you massaged Valeria’s back.

He gets the hint, safely taking his sleeping daughter from your loving embrace. Jaime was stressed, tiny but very visible sticking out his tongue against his bottom lip.

At such a young age, babies still have to adapt to their new surroundings, and with constant movement, they’re urged to be awakened and display the only emotion they can do. That was crying, and consistent crying meant sleepless nights. Luckily for the couple, Valeria was surprisingly a quiet baby, hardly ever making noise.

“Oh my hijo…” she caresss her son’s face. He felt a blush rush to his cheeks, being clearly embarrassed by his mom and in front of you, at that.

“Mami…” He whines when she kisses him on the cheek. Jaime securely held onto his daughter, who was soundly comfortably asleep.

His mom looked over at you with adoration of love in her eyes. She tightly grasps your hands, pulling them to her chest as she pouts. “My beautiful future daughter-in-law, thank you for being here, giving me my first grandchild, and putting up with my hijo.”

“Mami, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Is it not?” Milagro curtly replies to her brother. “It’s nice to have other girls in the house, balances the ratio just perfectly.”

“Ahora tienes que ponerle un anillo, ¿lo sabes?” Nana says, almost nonchalantly.

“Nana!” Jaime whispers and shouts, eyes widening at her suddenness. He covered Valeria’s eyes, concerned that you might have heard his yelling.

“Qué? Ella hablar español?”

“No, no lo creo,” Jaime shrugs, “E incluso si es así, no estábamos hablando de matrimonio cualquier momento pronto.”

“En realidad, hablo y entiendo español muy bien.”

“Desde, cuándo aprendiste español?”

“Se suponía que iba a ser una sorpresa, he estado practicando durante meses.”

His dad, Alberto pulls you in a welcoming hug. “I’ve been wondering why my son seemed unconditionally happy, and now I know the reason.” He grins lovingly at you.

“Do you wanna hold her?” Their cheers became louder as they crowded you, all trying to hold Valeria.

“Welcome to the family,” Uncle Rudy tells you and you grin at him. The women in the family drag you away, leaving the men by themselves in the living room.

“Congratulations, mi hijo. I’m so proud of you.” Alberto encourages his eldest child.

Rudy turns to his nephew, “Hey big head, don’t do anything stupid to her and your baby, she’s a nice girl.”

Jaime rolls his eyes, annoyed at his uncle yet listening to his instructions. Yeah, right, like he would ever do you wrong. you could have handled yourself very well, and would have fucked him up if necessary, Jaime was well aware of it.

The following night, Jaime’s parents insisted that you sleep here for the night because it was already dark out. Besides you were still drained from your new motherly take so you agreed, settling into Jaime’s old bedroom.

You assumed that the family got the regular case of baby fever, and wanted to be around baby Maria for as long as necessary. However, you weren’t complaining, still exhausted from breastfeeding and folding your clothes.

You observe his bedroom, the bed was freshly made, courtesy of his mami.

Uncle Rudy had grabbed the old crib from the basement, double-checking to make sure that it was sturdy, not wanting any complications for baby Valeria. jaime and his uncle moved the crib into the bedroom, placing it a few feet away from the bed.

When it was time for dinner, everyone was in pure enjoyment. Unknownst to you, Milagro had invited Jenny over for dinner, refusing to leave her friend alone. into a few minutes of meeting Valeria, and the brunette woman was already smitten with her as well. Valeria had everyone wrapped around her finger, now that was a trait that she definitely had inherited from you.

You woke up, refreshed and ready to start the day. Despite being awakened by your baby’s screeches, you happily calmed her down as you prepared her breakfast. During your breastfeeding with Valeria, you turned to see Jaime still asleep, mouth agape and all that. You chuckle at him and refocus your attention back onto your baby who is still suckling on your right nipple, drinking her milk.

A few shuffles later Jaime was beginning to awake. He placed his hand on your shoulder, finally waking up, “Mmm…morning, mi amor.”

“Look who decided to finally wake up.” you chirp, smiling in adoration as Jaime kisses his daughter’s head. Your smile grew bigger when he leaned over to kiss you.

After a while, you found yourself in the kitchen, fixing up some breakfast.

“Told you that they’ll love you.” he hugs you from behind, lightly scaring you in the process. You hesitate, realizing that it was Jaime’s presence and you snuggled in closer for comfort.

You both watch from a distance in the kitchen, his family cooing over baby Valeria.

“Now, how about I show you how much I love you when we reach back home,” he suggests, nipping at your ear, highly aware that action alone drives you wild.

No way that your boyfriend was already horny.

You sucked in a breath, being tempted to go along with it, “Where is all this coming from?”

“Let’s just say that you looked exceptionally gorgeous after giving birth.” he whispers in your ear, his hands gripping your waist, “makes

“So I wasn’t gorgeous while giving birth?”

“Oh no, you were especially gorgeous. You gave new life into this earth, and nothing is more precious than that.”

You chuckle, feeling his grip tighten around your waist. To be honest, his plan would have worked until he brought him impregnating you again. and those were excruciating hours that you couldn’t take back. To keep things simple, you weren’t having another child for a few years unless your boyfriend was pushing another human being out of him, then you be bored. You highly doubted that he was able to do so jaime will just have to sit tight, and deal with one child at a time.

“You’re funny babe.” You pushed him away, drinking the orange juice. “Not all of us have accelerated healing and besides the doctor said no sex for eight weeks.”

“Hey! Hey!” Uncle Rudy brought you out of your moment with your boyfriend. Apparently, he gained the attention of Nana as well, who held her great-grandchild safely in her embrace. “You just had a baby, no need to get busy already and pop out a fresh new out.”

You flushed in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with his entire family and staring you two down.

“Come on…I’m just messing with you two.” Uncle Rudy chuckles, “Get over here, rugrats.” he stretched his arm out, inviting you into the family circle surrounding Valeria. You chuckle in amusement, grabbing Jamie’s hand as you walk over.

“Hey, my precious baby.” Milagro hands you your daughter. She stretched out her small hands, grabbing for your touch in mid-air. Valeria eases into your comfort, adoring all the attention from her caring family.

You repeatedly kissed her head and Jaime snakes an arm around your waist as he begins to baby-talking with you.

Yep, you were expecting another reaction from Jaime’s family, surprisingly a negative but you were certainly glad that things worked out for the best.

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twisted-lover-boys · 9 months

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Could I get trans ftm alternative (goth, emo, or early 2000's scene) reader x diasomnia boys. It's okay if you can't do it or don't want to.

Diasomnia crew with an alt fashion FTM boyfriend

{not proof-read}

Of course! I’m honestly addicted to alternate and gothic fashion I just can’t pull it off since my style ranges from “soft boy” and “extremely gay”

Ahh, the beauty of owning sweaters and Hawaiian shirts as a trans man…of course this doesn’t apply to everyone but you get the point—

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Malleus actually adores your fashion. While you both share a sense for alt fashion in terms of color and appearance, his is more regal and yours is more casual. Nonetheless, he loves seeing you dressed like that

Seeing you adored in chains and leather, silks and cotton, studs and jewelry, really does something to the dragon fae. Your style is addictive to him

Please please PLEASE let Malleus get you clothes or shop for you. If anyone knows your fashion sense, it’s him. He’s very gothic and alt (at least to his standards) and while some of them may be more of his style, he’d be more than ecstatic to see his boyfriend dressed in things he gives you

On that note, let him dress you up! He has a way of making you feel masculine with how he dresses you up. Of course, that’s only if you want him to since he’ll most likely use very regal-looking clothing

The dragon fae, whenever you feel down on yourself, always decides to play little dress-up games with you. He picks whatever clothes you like best or ones that you haven’t worn yet and makes you an outfit. It’s entirely up to you if you wanna keep them on or not but it sure does help, right?

As one of the strongest mages in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland, there is no way Malleus would ever take any, and I mean ANY, negative comments about you. Whether it’s about your fashion sense or your identity as a whole, a swift lightning strike will set them straight

I cannot stress this enough; Malleus is so deeply in love with you no matter how you decide to present yourself. You’re his boyfriend and that’s never going to change, no matter what

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Literally the founder of alt fashion no one can convince me otherwise. Look at him! He’s literally the king of alternate and gothic fashion and now he has a boyfriend who shares that style! You’re perfect together!

Lilia absolutely praises you to the nines when he sees you all dressed up. He literally treats you like you’re royalty. Leather, studs, silks, whatever you have on gets this old man to do a little jiggy for you

Having Lilia pick out your clothing is literally the best decision you could make. If you need a new outfit but can’t decide which one would fit you best, the old fae will pick for you. He’s just good like that

On that note, letting him dress you up is also the best decision you could make. Being a know-it-all for alt fashion himself, he’s sure to dress you up the way you’d want to

Whenever you’re down on yourself for one reason or another, he sets up a little fashion show for the both of you. Dressing up in clothes you’ve never worn yet or exchanging clothes with each other is just par for the course

Lilia was a general in his early years so he has the man power to scare off anyone who decides to mess with you about…well, you. It’s very easy for him to just…make sure they stop bothering you…

Lilia is an absolute sucker for you. You’re his beloved no matter how you want to dress, talk, or express yourself in any way

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While Silver himself is not an expert in alt fashion, his father is so he’s been exposed to it throughout his life. Now, he has a boyfriend to teach him of the fashion style!

Seeing you dress up in intricate outfits really wants to make Silver dress like that himself but he knows he really wouldn’t be able to pull it off, at least no well. The studs, silks, and leathers that adorn you are mesmerizing to him

He has very little experience in alt and gothic fashion so he wouldn’t be great at picking things out for you, though he can get a few good picks every now and then

Don’t let him dress you up. Not because he’s bad at, have you seen his dad? But it’s because he doesn’t want to disappoint you with what he picks. He really doesn’t want it to look bad but nothing every looks bad on you

However, Silver is amazing in reassuring you whenever you feel down on yourself. He wants you to feel as comfortable at possible. Whether that be wanting to dress up in clothing you’ve never worn before or you just need some good ol’ fashioned comfort, he’s there for you

Silver’s father is literally a general. He’s super strong and one of Malleus’ guards. He’s more than competent enough to knock some sense into someone for disrespecting you, both literally and physically

To him, you’re his lifeline. One of the few people he holds dear in his life. He loves you deeply. You’re his boyfriend, his partner, his beloved, and that isn’t going to change no matter what happens in the future

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Sebek has no idea what alt or gothic fashion is other than the fact that Lilia, Malleus, and now his boyfriend, dress like it. Of course, he tries to imitate and it looks good…but his personality kinda breaks the illusion

That doesn’t mean he loves seeing you dress up in such clothing. All the leather, jewelry, and silks that you wear always seem to look amazing on you…not that he’s complaining

He always boasts about how well he could pick out your style but, in reality, he’s horrible at it. Even though he sees the ones he cares about dress like that, he can’t pick out any clothes that really speak to your style. It’s a shame but you’d never throw out the gifts he gives you

Don’t let him dress you. He’s bad at it. If you do, prepare to either become the definition of fashion disaster or a literally walking advertisement for the Draconia family. As much as you love him, it’s best to stay away from that idea

While he isn’t good at picking clothes or dressing you, he’s sure as hell good at lifting up your spirits in his own way. The croc fae just wants you to be happy and healthy so that you can both live to see his master’s reign

Sebek is strong and, while he does boast it a lot, is a retainer to Malleus. He is more than capable in both protecting you and getting people to back off of you over matters he deems trivial such as your presentation or gender

Although he has a hard time showing it, Sebek loves you in his own little Sebek way. He sings your praises as the most amazing boyfriend in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland as you will both get to grow together and see the magnificence that is his master!

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #diasomnia #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia x male reader #lilia vanrouge x male reader #twst silver x male reader #sebek zigvolt x male reader

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not-so-plus-ultra · 11 months

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Damn bro are we gay

Based on an old tweet describing this exact scenario. It sounded extremely adorable I love these two being soft between goblin mode hour and goblin mode hour. Probably broke each other's femur after this idk

This is old art but I'm still getting out of a bad art block period I hope you can enjoy some bœs regardless <3

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijiro #bakugou #kirishima #kiribaku #bakushima #anime #manga #art #artists on tumblr #sketch

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f1-disaster-bi · 7 months

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Oke i saw a picture of lando napping on a couch

and now im just imagining Oscar walking into Lando's driversroom and seeing him just all sleepy and not being a menace and he just has a full gay panic of 'omg wait why these feelings oh fuck on no' and Lando wakes up to him just staring and Lando's like tf??u good mate?

and Oscar is too flustered to answer and dashes for the door leaving lando extremely confused

do with this what u will ghghdgdhh

♡

Anon that is absolutely adorable and so them 🥺

"Lando....", Oscar's voice died away as he pushed open the door to the other man's drivers room.

Zak had sent him to grab the other for debrief, but Oscar found himself hesitating in the doorway at the sight before him. His hand still on the door, clutching it like a life line as his stomach felt all fuzzy.

Lando was sprawled out on the little couch in his drivers room. His neck at an angle that made Oscar's wince, only a wadded up hoodie under his head to try prevent the ache. He had one arm trailing off the couch, hand open, and a water bottle on its side as if Lando had fallen asleep with it in his hand. His mouth was parted slightly, and Oscar couldn't help but stare at his lips.

His heart was hammering in his chest. His mind racing with a thousand thoughts all at once, and all of them boiled down to the fact that Oscar wanted to kiss his teammate.

He wanted to carefully make his way to Lando, and crouch down beside him. He wanted to run his fingers through sleep messy curls and whisper Lando's name, before kissing the other awake with a soft kiss to his lips followed by kisses to his face. He wanted it so badly that he even took a step into the room, his fingers finally realising the door handle he hand been strangle with his hold.

Lando didn't stir. He stayed silently sleeping, and Oscsr wished he was brave enough to snap a picture of this moment. A moment where Lando, who was so full of mischief and joy and life, was finally still. A small moment where Lando let his guard down and was soft, vulnerable and beautiful as he napped. His lashes long, making Oscar fixate on them for a moment before his foot hit the fallen water bottle.

It skittering across the floor, breaking Oscar's trance and making Lando flinch awake. His eyes wide and confused, sleep lingering there until they Lando on Oscar and then, then they soften and Lando gave him the softest smile Oscar had ever seen.

"Osc, did I fall 'sleep?", Lando mumbled, rubbing his eyes and blinking as he tried to shuffle into a seated position.

Oscar felt as if his heart was in his stomach because oh, oh, he was in love with Lando. His teammate. His friend.

"Oscar?"

"Zak needs us in debrief", Oscar panicked, blurting out as he felt his cheeks flame with embarrassment.

Lando was looking at him again. A little more awake this time, and fully concerned but before he could open his mouth, Oscar was speeding out of the room without looking back.

He didn't stop until he found an empty hallway. Oscar let his head fall forward and hit the wall as he swallowed back the words he had so desperately wanted to say out.

"Don't fall for you teammate, kid", Mark had jokingly told him after had signed his contract and Oscar had rolled his eyes.

Yet he had gone and done it.

He was in love with his teammate.

#landoscar #lando/oscar #oscar/lando #prompt

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nightmareishomophobic · 1 month

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Hi! I'm gonna try to break down the (canon and not?) Lore of NM is homophobic!

PREPARE FOR A SUPER LONG ASK/RANT /VVPOS!

(TW for internalized and external homophobia and transphobia!)

Nightmare is a closeted gay man. Who suffers with EXTREME internalized homophobia. (From what I think, there's a good chance the villagers were NOT accepting of gay people, so NM has always been in the closet.)

(His brother however, is pansexual! There's a good chance after NM found out, he got even more jealous, but that's not important right now nor has supporting evidence!)

Dust working under NM, has been questioning her identity ever since she received a trans flag. Slowly coming to terms that, she is, a lady. Unfortunately as we've seen in a previous post, NM found out about the flag and yelled at her.

This, also proves NM is canonically a hypocrite. As he's previously stated (via a letter shown to us) that he supposedly doesn't care what his team are or aren't, as long as they still work for him.

Also, when Killer was asked, quote, "🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❓️" He replied with a simple yes! This could mean, possibly, one of three things.

He's both trans and well, not straight.

He's in support of the LGBTQ+.

He is questioning his gender and orientation.

Either way, he along with the rest of NMs employees, appear to be pro-LGBTQ+ and even all part of it.

Going back to Dust, the sewn trans flag on her hoodie, along with possibly fake eyelashes? (I'm choosing to HC she got them from enby Lust) it looks like she's now canonically Transfem in the UTQV! (Note it's possible the HomophobeNMverse(?) and UTQV could be separate things, I'm not sure how you feel about it lol.)

We've also seen past NM, also known as passive. As normal, the bullying deeply effected him, but he isn't homophobic there, in fact, it's possible CURRENT NM isn't all that homophobic. He's said multiple times, he's 'just spreading negativity' and it looks like he's projecting more than anything. (Also the lie detector said so. When asked if he was REALLY homophobic, it flagged as untruthful!)

So lore— I believe, the main reason he has such bad internalize homophobia, comes from the bullying he endeared, and the things the villagers said about OTHER gay people—Causing him to remain quiet about his own identity. Now corrupted, he's projecting all his hurt, anger, and sadness.

Dust is trans fem, we also know Papyrus is an Ally, as in an older photo—It's implied Papyrus is suggesting to murder NM because he's a transphobe.

There might also be a chance that one of them (Most likely Dust, Killer, and or NM even.) Is a regressor. As we've seen they definitely have heard of it, and both Dust and Killer had a good understanding. It's not often someone knows about the community without having some attachments. However, this has no Canon evidence yet. And it's possible they're just Allys, which is super cool too! <3

Also, flowey has made multiple appearances and claimed to be gay. Meaning he's canonically gay in the HomophobeNMverse as well.

Another thing, NM doesn't like being threatened. Multiple times he's reacted with aggression if someone challenged him. I'm going to guess this also boils down to the bullying.

Also, he can break the forth wall. Seen when his creator was drawing, and he started yelling at it. (Fae don't deserve that, NM, you jerk-)

However, he seems a lot more tolerate of his own team? My guess, is he's either:

Has a teeny, tiny, soft spot in his cold heart for them.

Doesn't think it's worth the effort.

Coward.

All these save for the first one, has supporting evidence.

We don't know too much about Horror, save for the fact that he HATES milk before cereal.

Cross, appears to not be a Canon team member. It's certainly possible he'll come in later, but as of right now? He's not in the equation.

ANNDD with all that said! Everyone seems to have the ability to have hearts in their blush—It's adorable.

Sorry for such a long ask! I'm sure there's typos, I'm suspected dyslexic and apologize! Hope you're having a good day, and love your art! You're super funny, and nice!

🤯😨🤯THEORYSSSSSSS RAAAAAA

(I'll try make more stuff with horror. @hernameishorror can message me and help me. Lol :3( also Cross is not canonly in the bad sanses)

#UTQV #undertale #nightmare sans #dreamtale nightmare #dreamtale #gay #artist on tumblr #homo #homophobia #Trans #Transphobia #Undertale au #Headcanons #Theorys #Lore

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stormtheskyelf2 · 22 days

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Can you share more of the Murder Drones stuff? Headcanons, thoughts, sennarios?

*Deep breath in*

Contains: Lgbtq+, vore, ranting, abuse mentionsTHIS IS LONG!

HEADCANONS FOR THE SILLY LIL MURDER ROBOTS :D

Let's start with the background characters!

I think Lizzy would be lesbian. Ofc, crushing on V. I also think she'd have an extreme soft spot for anyone who treated her with respect out of hey, Lizzy's actually pretty cool and not heck, if I don't be nice she'll spread a petty rumor- (she has and will do it again)

Thad.. Thad's gay. He is.. SO GAY. I know he's a 'jock' and all that, but the way he act is kinda soft, I wouldn't be surprised if he fell for the rival school's quarterback-

Now for the main 3 Disassembly Drones!

I don't have any actual headcanons for J because A, I don't like her.. at all- and B, she barely shows up-

But I think J would be one of those extremely straight, extremely Christian people. She's okay with LGBTQ+ people, but she's never held hands with any woman other than her mother. Do Murder Drones have mothers like Worker Drones? N is straight! I love him to death and I think him and Uzi's relationship in the series is adorable, though I don't see him being attracted to any other gender.

I have a feeling that N may have had some cheap programming for him to be so soft on Worker Drones. Perhaps he was made fast using any part available, or maybe repaired, and they used some Worker Drone parts to fix him?

V is such a damn lesbian and you cannot tell me that she doesn't has a crush on Lizzy-

I don't know what it is about the Vizzy ship, but I love it. It might just be my love for gay, interspecies romance, but... gimme all of it!

Now for the others!

Tessa is straight, though that.. doesn't really matter anymore considering she's like the only human left-

Tessa has been both verbally and physically abused from just being overly scolded in her childhood, to being locked/chained in the library/basement/wherever V and her were in Ep. 5, Home-

Uzi is pansexual- she'll take anyone as long as it's genuine love, since she's been starved of affection for so long (Khan I'm gonna beat you up for this)

Uzi bit Rebecca once when she was mocking her. It's canon now.

Doll.. I think she'd be extremely against love and she'd think she's asexual, but then she has love at first sight with someone and she panics.

I have a feeling she has a Gacha 2019 backstory- her mom loved her and her dad couldn't care, and oh no, here comes V killing them both, and now she's the quiet kid

Nori has no clue what her sexuality is. That was an arranged marriage between Khan and her; I don't think she'd actually fall for someone that interested in doors and doors only- but then again, Khan got more adventurous in Ep. 7, so that could show how he was before Nori 'died', which in that case she would have happily indulged in her crazy drawings with him.

"ACCORDING TO MY WIFE'S CLOSET, THE PLANET IS GOING TO START EATING US SOON."

Khan is doorsexual straight. He's a simple man, despite his... affection for doors. I don't have anything on him other than he has an overwhelming guilt for having to 'put Nori out of her misery' and being a horrible dad to Uzi.

Yeva doesn't get much screentime, so.. I don't have any real headcanons for her.. I got nothing :P

Scenarios:

Once V gets regrown or respawned or whatever, I think she'd get immediately hug-tackled by Uzi. She's definitely shown some growth in personality in a good way.

N would let Uzi shove herself down his throat because A, is this an act of love? B, he's too shy to stop her, and C, oh hey she tastes nice

Nori could shrink and then eat Uzi like the mother she is

or vice/versa, Uzi finds Nori and eats her to keep her safe

I is kinda drained so uh yeah that's all the stuff I can spew, thank you for asking this and sorry-

#ask #asks #murder drones vore #murder drones ship #murder drones #headcanon #safe vore #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #g/t vore #soft vore

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starboybutler · 5 months

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Sweat (18+)

summary: after a few odd months of living with austin, he and the blonde decide to take their relationship to a whole new level.

word count: 5220

warnings: very brief mention of elvis' death, loss of virginity, outdated thoughts and feelings towards homosexuality, fingering, unprotected anal sex, daddy kink, biting, sub space, elvis slipping into littlespace, aftercare, etc.

notes: this was meant to just be a simple smut fic to piss off people that hate me for writinng gay elvis porn, but i ended up going allllll out. 5k words of smut, feelings, and an au i need fo flesh out. uhh enjoy. also shout out to my beta reader @dontbeecruel and @superbatson for the moodboard 🫶🏽

he felt like he was floating.

he always felt like he was floating when he was with austin. something about the blonde made him feel warm and tingly. it was a mix of things, really– his icy blue eyes, his tousled blonde locks, his soft, full-looking pink lips, his cologne, the deep, honeyed tones of his voice….

elvis found himself questioning a lot of things about himself since he began living with austin. he always knew he liked women, but he never even considered men. mainly because it was taboo then, to be gay, and extremely frowned upon by most people. nearing the 60s and 70s of course, it was starting to get more talked about and acknowledged, but elvis was far too busy at that point. and then he…

…nevermind that. now that he was forced to think about that part of himself, he was overwhelmed. whenever austin would wrap an arm around him, or hug him, or do little things for him- like make his breakfast or buy him something that he liked, his heart would skip a beat. austin seemed so casual about all the affection, like he was used to being this close with another man. elvis had never probed him about his dating history, but he had his suspicions about him being less than straight.

but did he have any room to judge? people have said the same about him. austin always said that his sexuality didn’t matter, and that he’d help him explore it if he wanted. elvis asked what he meant by that, and looking back at that conversation– he didn’t know how he didn’t see that austin was hitting on him.

now, here elvis was, his face all red and sweaty as he laid back on the plush mattress. he's never been this nervous about sex before– but then again he's never had sex with another man before. especially not one this beautiful. sure, when he was younger, he had thought about it in fits of curiosity, but he never went through with it at all.

and now here was austin, shuffling up to him on his knees with a downright predatory look in his eye. his large, cool hands were resting idly on elvis’ knees, holding his thighs apart so he could see all of him. it should have been humiliating, letting another man see the most forbidden parts of himself- but austin made him feel warm. appreciated.

“ready?” the blonde asked in that oddly gentle voice of his, his long middle finger idly tracing lines against his skin as he trailed further down. elvis could only nod stiffly, his body hot and tingling and tense as austin’s hand slowly made its way to the pink skin of his untouched rim.

he felt so ashamed and exposed in that single moment, like he was standing in a crowd of adoring fans completely nude. it was horribly mortifying, but somewhat exciting, oddly. austin made him feel so many things at once– it was dizzying.

elvis let out a whine that could only be described as pathetic. austin paused, and looked at him with an amused expression.

“i haven't even pushed in yet.” he laughed softly, tilting his head.

“shut up!” elvis grunted, draping an arm over his eyes. “god– jus’, get on with it.” he muttered, embarrassed.

austin continued his slow movements, his slick finger rubbing gentle circles around his now slick rim, warming up the once-cold lube. after elvis had relaxed a bit from his gentle ministrations- he slowly pressed his finger inside of his tight heat.

it felt weird, admittedly. his finger was long and cool, gently poking and prodding inside of him. austin felt around, like he was searching methodically for something, making elvis squirm around like a fish out of water.

“q-quit pokin’ around in me–!” he complained, his cheeks reddening, before getting cut off by his own gasp as austin pressed the pad of his finger against an oddly tender spot inside of him.

his pink cock gave a little twitch at the stimulation, a little pearl of precum drooling from the tip of his cock.

“there it is,” the blonde grinned somewhat mischievously, rubbing the pad of his finger against the spot slowly. “feel that? feels good, doesn't it?”

elvis all but whimpered, his thighd twitching as if he didn't know whether he wanted to spread them or close them. “wh-what the hell– what is tha–” he panted, unable to keep speaking as the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body.

“it’s your prostate,” austin hummed simply. “the male g-spot, basically. don't worry, i won't play with it too much.” he chuckled, rubbing at the spot a few more times before curling the digit. “don’t want you t’cum too quick.”

he thrust his finger deep inside of him, brushing past that sweet spot each time. one finger already had him whining and shaking, so when austin added a second finger…

“f-f-fuck!”

“relax,” austin says soothingly, petting his thigh. “just breathe– i know it's a lot. so sensitive, aren’t you?”

“austin–” the man whined, his face dark red as he let his thighs flop open, his pink cock leaking and twitching against the tense muscles of his tan stomach. “austin, i can’t– what’re you doin’ t’me?” he asked, voiced high-pitched and confused sounding, like he was witnessing some sort of scientific phenomenon for the first time. austin let out a little amused laugh.

“feels good huh?” he mumbles, rhythmically curling his fingers up into the tender spot. “i told you i’d take care of you. and we’re just getting started…”

“f-feels like i’m gonna pee–” he pants, thighs tensing up with each calculated jab against his spot– prostate. he was absolutely bewildered, brain scrambled by the new sensation of intense pleasure boiling low in his belly. he had felt pleasure before, when he jerked off on lonely nights, or when he got some eager roadie to blow him backstage– but it was never this intense. he felt a hot tingle from his head to his toes, a throbbing from the sensitive head of his cock to his taint, and he felt so, so full. he felt like he was gonna die.

his breath exited his chest in a loud, deep exhale as austin suddenly pulled his fingers free, bringing elvis back from the haze of pleasure he was lost in. his head snapped up, his eyes lidded and dazed as he looked up at the blonde.

“what–”

“easy.” austin soothed, petting his thigh while his other hand squeezed the bottle of lube, drizzling it over his hard, leaking cock. elvis’ eyes widened at the sight of it, pink and throbbing between his pale, toned thighs. “i’ll fill you back up soon. so eager for it, huh?”

“i-i–” he pants, mouth hung open dumbly.

“it’s okay. y’don’t have to answer.” austin coos, positioning himself between elvis’ thighs. “i know you need it baby.”

elvis’ world felt like it flipped upside down when he felt the hot, blunt tip of austin’s cock press against his hole. his legs locked around the blonde’s waist, his hands grasping at his biceps tightly just so he could ground himself. he was gonna die, right here, under this specimen of a man.

“relax, e, y’gotta relax for me.” austin purred, the dangerously low tones of his voice like music to elvis’ ears as his large, slender hands massaged at his tense shoulders. “it’s a lot, i know, but ya gotta relax for me, babydoll.”

babydoll. oh god. if that didn’t make him melt like butter, he didn’t know what could. with a little exhale and a flutter of his eyelashes, he let his muscles unwind and relax under the other man, allowing him a more easy entrance when he decided to push in.

he expected austin to proceed with his plan of breaking elvis in, but he just leaned over him slowly, pressing his soft lips to the pulse point of his neck and nipping at the taut skin there. elvis shuddered under him, his hands tightening on his biceps once more.

gently, austin grabbed his slender wrists and pinned them on the mattress beside his head as he continued kissing and biting softly at his neck. the dark-haired man whimpered in the back of his throat, his fingers furling and unfurling in fits of nervousness at the affection. the tip of austin’s cock was still poking at him insistently, rubbing at his slick, sensitive rim with each subtle buck of his slim hips.

“you ready for me?” he whispered lowly, nipping at his earlobe as he pressed more firmly at his entrance. the slight pressure made elvis gasp, his body tensing up slightly at the warmth. he could feel how hard austin was, twitching and leaking against him with need and desire, his hot breath picking up against elvis’ tan skin the more he ground against him. the thought that austin was losing his usually calm, collected demeanor due to his raw, carnal need for him was driving elvis insane. he did this to austin. he made him lose his cool. he made him want to become something wild– something feral, almost. the thought of his need for elvis consuming him and turning him into some kind of needy, possessive, demanding beast was so arousing to him for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint.

“uh huh,” elvis panted, already flushed and breathless as he stared up at the blonde. “i’m ready, austin.”

“okay,” the blonde exhaled, pressing his hips forward. “lemme know if it hurts, okay?”

“mhm,”

he began inching himself in. elvis hissed at the stretch immediately. austin was big. he had seen his cock before– and he knew he was large, but

feeling it press inside of him was giving him an idea of how big his cock truly was. the warm, throbbing length of him was making elvis’ head spin with pleasure and a little bit of pain from the sting. austin’s eyes were scrunched shut in what looked like concentration, but he couldn’t be sure. maybe he was trying to hold himself back from plunging into elvis immediately– or he was adjusting to the tight squeeze of his virgin hole. either way, he looked fucking gorgeous. his plump, pink lips were dropped open, sweat dripping down his flushed, pink face as his chest heaved with labored breaths.

elvis felt like he was on fire. the stretch, the friction, the warmth of their bodies slotted together so closely…he might just burn alive. he didn’t know if he could handle anymore of austin inside of him. he hardly had the head in, and he already felt stretched to his max. austin must have sensed or felt this, because he paused and sat still inside of him. elvis was panting heavily, gripping the bed sheets and trembling softly.

“a-a-a-aust–” he whined, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears as he spoke, wrecked and needy and breathless as austin’s eyes opened and gazed down at his face. “you’re s-s-s-so big, it’s– i can’t– it won’t fit–”

“it’ll fit,” he panted, petting at his side soothingly, like he was a dog, as he began to press into him again.

he felt so full, like he would explode if austin pressed into him anymore. he didn’t even think he could fit a finger inside of him before this– so for austin to be halfway inside of him seemed like a miracle in itself. he genuinely felt like he was going to explode with everything happening at the moment. austin’s shaft was putting an obscene amount of pressure on his prostate, making an odd heat climb up his abdomen.

“almost there, e,” austin breathed, voice strained and breathy as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to elvis’. “almost in ya. can y’feel it? feel how deep i am inside?”

“yes,” elvis choked out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his thick, leaking cock twitched needily against his soft stomach. “i-i dunno if i can take it all–” he whimpered, clenching around austin’s thick, straining cock. “but i want to– so bad, austin- please,”

“you can. look, i’m almost there. jus’ breathe– fuck, goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight, e. good boy, gorgeous boy wrapped so pretty around my cock. goddamn,” he grit out, panting.

he was making austin feel good. the thought and realization made him tremble and whine in the back of his throat as he rolled his hips down against austin’s, shifting his throbbing length inside of him.

“fuck–!” the blonde grunted, his hands flying to elvis’ hips and gripping at them tightly, biting his lip as they ground together sloppily. “goddamn, e, you– fuck, you need it bad, huh baby?”

elvis couldn’t even respond. the friction inside of him was melting his brain, rendering him completely speechless. he just grabbed at the bedsheets and rolled his hips, chasing that feeling he got deep in his belly whenever the head of austin’s cock rubbed against that oddly tender spot deep inside of him. the whole ordeal was oddly hypnotic– up and down and up and down and oh god he was gonna cum if he wasn’t careful.

“gonna cum,” he managed to brokenly choke out, his hips stuttering in their languid movements against austin. “f-fuck– please, ‘m already gon’--”

to his displeasure, or his relief, austin halted his hips. elvis was trembling, his whole body tingling and on fire from head to toe after having his orgasm ripped away from him so abruptly. austin was quick to make him feel good in other ways though, leaning down and using his plump lips to mouth and bite at his neck and jaw. he traced just under his neck, before latching onto a particularly sensitive spot and suckling harshly.

elvis had never been bitten before. he had always done the biting. the sting, the warmth of their mouth, the suction– it was all so amazing. when austin pulled away to look at his work, elvis whined and let his head fall back to expose more of his neck.

“again,” elvis begged, his voice unsteady.

austin kissed at his tense, straining neck again, nipping at his collarbones and the column of his throat before biting down once more. elvis’ hips stuttered again, shifting austin’s length inside of him once more. both men hissed, and little elvis gave a pathetic little spasm against their stomachs.

“ready for me to start movin’?” austin panted, hips twitching ever so slightly against elvis. “ready for me to fuck you?”

“uh huh,” elvis gasped, his face red and eyes lidded as he stared up at the blonde, who looked equally as disheveled as he did. “r-r-ready.”

he thought that he had a good idea of what was coming next, given their sloppy grinding together a few minutes prior. he expected to feel something similar– and he’d be ready this time– but no. when austin began to pull out of him, his entire body tensed up involuntarily. austin soothed him with gentle rubs on his side, making him relax ever so slightly– but all that tension came back when he was filled back up.

lord, it felt good. austin was going slow, so so slow, and yet elvis felt as if he were being dipped in a pool of hot magma with each drag of austin’s cock against his walls. he must have made a noise, or done something, because austin paused in his movements.

“too much?” he questioned, stroking elvis’ cheek gently and watching as the man below him panted and writhed, his muscles tensing rhythmically. “tell me if i need to slow down. i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“it feels– so good,” elvis sobs, his breath hitching and chest spasming with each frantic breath he took. he’s never felt like this in his life– he felt like he was melting and floating all at the same time– his body simultaneously limp and tense and hot and cold and and and– all he could see and feel was austin. he needed him– badly. “aus,”

his tone of voice got higher, tears spilling from his eyes as he stared up at the blonde angel. what would he do without him? he’d be so so lost, he’d probably be all alone, in some big scary town, not knowing what anything is. he was so grateful for austin taking care of him, even when he was being a damn idiot. he loved him. he needed him.

“e? hey, it’s okay, don’t cry.” austin purred, wiping away the hot trails of tears with his thumbs. “do we need to stop? is this too much? i’m sorry, i probably should have explained more about what it’d feel like– i’m so sorry e. let’s go bathe, hm?”

austin moved to pull free, but elvis managed to wrap his legs around austin’s slender waist. austin paused and hissed, looking down at elvis in a mix of shock and arousal.

“don’ go.” elvis sniffled. “need you. l-love you.” he stuttered, voice crackling and breathy as he pressed his wet, tear stained face into austin’s neck. “m-make me cum, please,”

austin hummed deep in his chest, low and possessive as he began his shallow thrusts once more. their quick, frantic little breaths mingled together, filling the air along with the sounds of skin on skin rhythmically smacking together with each thrust.

it was almost unbearable. elvis dug the ends of his blunt manicured nails into austin’s back and clawed down, leaving angry red scars in their wake. the small action made austin buck his hips up, hissing lowly and kissing at the shell of elvis’ ear.

“baby, keep doin’ that and i won’t last long,” austin warned, hips picking up in speed as elvis did his best to roll his hips back onto austin’s cock, all but throwing himself onto the other man.

his chest heaved and stomach spasmed as he fell victim to the sensation, his own cries silent to his ears, but he’s sure he was wailing and gasping something awful as austin sped up his hips.

the bed was creaking and bouncing, the headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust of austin’s hips.

poor little elvis was weeping against his stomach, throbbing and red with neglect as he let his thighs relax in an attempt to stop squeezing the life out of austin. he wanted to stroke his cock– to at least touch it– but with all the sensations going on he didn’t know what would happen if he did.

the blonde must have felt elvis’ hands twitching on his back, or he must have sensed it, because his long, nimble fingers moved from gripping the bed sheets to grazing elvis’ tender erection.

“fuck!” elvis all but yelled, trembling like a leaf in the wind as austin continued to graze his poor neglected member with the pads of his fingers. it was too much, but not enough, and oh god he was gonna–

“hold on baby,” austin grunted, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he gently gripped elvis’ cock in his hand. “i’m sorry, been neglectin’ poor little elvis, haven’t i?” he croons, squeezing the poor pink little thing in his palm. “you needs it bad, huh?”

“y-yes–” elvis sobs, his cock drooling and spasming, confused and tortured by the way austin was able to tear his orgasm away from him with just a few simple movements. he was teetering on the edge of an amazing, mind altering orgasm, but austin would change the speed of his thrusts, or stop his teasing touches against his needy cock, tearing his ecstacy away from him once more. his brain felt all fuzzy and warm, like he was falling into some kind of daze. “n-needs it real bad, aus, needs it–”

“its okay baby, i’ll give it to ya,” he promises, kissing his jaw sweetly and speeding up his hips once more. “i’ll let my little baby cum, give him that nice feelin’ in his tummy. that what you want?”

elvis could only nod weakly. then, it hit him that austin knew exactly how to press his buttons– and that’s exactly what he was doing. the baby-talk, the teasing, the praise– he was toying with elvis, making him come closer to the edge of his orgasm and ripping it away like an owner playing with his cat. he was evil. absolutely evil.

“p-please, austin– d-daddy,” elvis stammered, his hand coming up to his chest and scratching at the tanned flesh almost desperately. “n-n-need t’cum, n-n-need– i need it, please lemme have it, i’ve b-be-en so good,”

“i know, i know you have.” austin said breathlessly, his cock spasming within elvis. “i jus’ want you to hold on a lil longer baby, j-jus’ a lil more for daddy. we’re gon’ cum together, okay? jus’ wait for daddy–”

“i can’t, i can’t wait–” elvis cries, his voice climbing higher in pitch as his body decides he can’t handle the sensations assaulting him anymore. the feeling of austin’s cock stabbing into his prostate, his limber hands squeezing his sensitive cock, the way his skin is so so warm against his– it’s all too much.

little elvis jerks in austin’s palm, his cockhead squirting out thick, milky ropes of spend against both of their chests and stomachs thickly. he’s never cum so much– it didn’t seem to want to stop shooting out of him.

more spend was urged from him with each demanding thrust against his prostate and pull of austin’s hand, prolonging his sinful high for more than he could handle. when he started coming down, he was immediately overwhelmed by it all.

“oh– w-w-wai-”

“almost there,” austin grit out, and the way his eyes were scrunched shut, body wound tight seemed to prove it. “gonna cum, babydoll, gonna fill you up nice and good–”

“a-a-a-austin–!”

then, a hot, wet warmth, like nothing he’s ever felt, filled him to what felt like the brim. a hot little streak of it even dribbled out of him, and pooled onto the bed sheets below.

austin’s twitching cock was still stimulating him within, making elvis whine and sob as his cock gave another little twitch, cum bubbling out of his slit in weak little spurts. austin was too caught up in his own haze of pleasure to notice elvis’ second orgasm– opting to press his plush, bitten lips against elvis’ in a fit of desperation. the older man had to tap for mercy when austin started doing quick little aborted thrusts– fucking him like he was a bunny– making his whole body feel like it was on fire.

“e-enough–enough–!” he gasped, his mouth agape as he pulled away from the kiss, begging for austin to still his hips. “c-can’t take n’more, c-can’t–”

the blonde halted immediately, his breath heavy and labored as he stared down at elvis. he was an absolute mess. his hair and face were damp, his cheeks a deep, embarrassed red. his chest and stomach were filthy with his own spend, as well as sweat and precum. it was a sight to behold. if austin really wanted to, he could get his phone and take a million pictures– but he wouldn’t embarrass him like that.

“you okay?” he questioned breathlessly, eyes lidded and pupils blown as he stared down at the disheveled, sweaty man beneath him. “you hurtin’? sore? did i bite you too hard?”

elvis shook his head weakly, his voice failing him. he just stretched out his arms, making weak little grabby hands at austin. the blonde laughed, pulling elvis into his arms and rubbing his large hands up and down his back soothingly. “oh, okay baby. let’s get in the tub, yeah? how’s that sound?”

elvis just nodded weakly, his world nothing but a warm, blurry haze in his eyes at the moment. austin hoisted him into his arms with ease, and elvis wrapped his legs around austin’s slim waist on instinct. he laid on his shoulder limply, swaying with the gentle movement of each step austin took. the whole situation felt oddly nostalgic, honestly. elvis, dazed or inebriated, resting on someone’s shoulder or lap as they soothed him like he was a child that had scraped their knee.

ever since he had come to modern times, he had seen every little comment made about him. how he was nothing but a no good man who loved to take advantage of girls by acting like he was a child, making them pity him. except it wasn’t an act. sometimes, elvis just…acted that way. he always heard that people took care of one another in relationships, but whenever he expressed the need to be taken care of, he was labeled as weird. maybe most men wouldn’t baby talk, or refer to themselves as a ‘little one’, or any of that, but so what? that didn’t make him bad, did it?

he was jerked out of his mind as he was placed in warm, bubbly water. the warm, moist air smelled like lavender and cherries. he let out an involuntary purr as he settled into the water, letting himself relax and melt into the warmth. he heard a rustle behind him, and felt a familiar warmth.

“hey baby.”

“hi,” elvis said meekly, shame washing over him as he remembered everything he had done in the bed. maybe people were right to think he was weird. he idly swished his hands in the water to distract himself from the thought.

“how you feel? down there, i mean,” austin clarified, eyes darting down.

“fine,” the older man mumbled, avoiding eye contact with austin out of shame. “just…stings a little.”

it went quiet, save for the steady running of the faucet into the tub. elvis had found a particularly interesting cluster of foam bubbles, shaping them into funny shapes with his hands. austin’s eyes were still trained on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. not after all that.

“elvis,” the low, seductive tones of austin’s voice sliced through the thick silence like a hot knife. “do you remember what happened in bed? like, all of it?”

“mhm.”

“you called me daddy,” he supplied helpfully, making elvis visibly prickle at the reminder. “y’wanna talk about that?”

“no,” elvis hissed, his cheeks flushing darkly in shame. “it was a slip up, that’s it.”

“e, baby, please talk to me.” austin begged, gently grabbing and holding his hand that was fiddling with the suds around them. “i’m not here to judge, baby. i jus’ wanna know what’s going on.”

elvis went quiet, enjoying how his hand kind of felt small in austin’s. he really didn’t have an answer, if he was being honest. it really was a slip up, from somewhere deep in his mind. austin was just talking to him in that tone he uses– like when he’s talking to a younger fan or a dog. “you were taking good care of me.” elvis blurted out before he could stop himself. “i-i…really liked that.”

austin’s kind gaze didn’t falter. he held onto elvis’ hand tighter, grazing over his knuckles with the pad of his thumb rhythmically. “well then, i guess i shouldn’t stop, huh?” he smiles, bringing a wet hand to elvis’ matted locks. “turn around baby. let’s give your hair a good wash.”

“aus, you don’t gotta–” he protested, but his words died on his tongue as austin’s nimble fingers began massaging at his scalp gently, wetting it thoroughly. then, he drizzled some honey-scented shampoo onto his head. it smelled like him.

austin began scratching at his scalp all over, humming a little tune to himself as he watched the shampoo turn into foamy suds. all the attention was making elvis hot and bothered. he didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he really liked austin’s hands. those nimble, warm, large hands of his always made him feel some type of way. feeling them roam his sensitive scalp, massaging him…

“you okay?” the blonde asked, head tilted in curiosity as he slowed his movements. “you’re squirmin’ a lot. you sure i didn’t hurt you?”

“i’m sure,” elvis mumbles, face flushed as he presses his thighs together. “jus’....got excited again.” he admits, embarrassed. “sorry.”

“oh,” austin hums. “want me to…”

“no way,” the older man huffs. “i’m so goddamn tired, another orgasm would probably kill me.”

austin chuckles in that low, delightful way of his, continuing his gentle massage and lathering of elvis’ scalp. “okay. just relax then.”

he allows himself to lean back onto austin, closing his eyes and humming lowly to himself. the warmth of the blonde’s bare chest against his back was so comforting to him. he noticed that they were almost in sync whenever they took a breath, the rise and fall almost lulling him to sleep.

“c’mon, wake up sleepy head.” austin teased, nudging him with his bare shoulder. “gotta dry you off before we climb into bed.”

“wha?” elvis hums, his eyes lidded and droopy as he groggily sits up, blinking rapidly. “oh, yeah. ‘mkay,”

elvis stood, rubbing his eyes with wet hands and yawning loudly, humming in his chest as austin began drying him off with a warm towel. he focussed on his thick, wet hair, mussing it about and patting it dry as he smiled at elvis softly.

that warm, fuzzy feeling was engulfing him again. he felt so small in this moment, sitting naked and damp on a counter and letting another person dress him, and dote on him. it was a strangely nice sensation. he complied with austin as the blonde lifted his arms to better dry him off and slide his arms into a fuzzy, warm robe, adding onto that haziness he felt.

as austin tied up the front, the soft fabric rubbed against his soft cock gently and made him squirm around bashfully as austin cooed to him.

“hey now, what’s all this squirmin’ about?”

“th’ robe.” elvis mumbles, gently taking austin’s outstretched hand and leaning onto him as they walk towards the bed. “it’s…rubbin’ on me.”

“does it feel nice?”

“mhm.” elvis admits, blushing softly. “feels nice. but ‘m tired, papa.”

austin smiles gently and guides him to lay down, wrapping his arms around his slim waist and pulling him into his chest gently. “yeah? well, if you’re good, daddy will let you cum tomorrow, okay?”

“t-tomorrow?” elvis asked in a bit of a daze, pressing his nose into austin’s chest sleepily. “w-we’re gonna play again t’morrow?” he inquired, his voice high and hopeful as he gazed up at the blonde through his eyelashes.

“of course, baby.” austin smiles, pressing his nose into elvis’ still damp locks, smiling and rubbing his back softly. “that’s what daddy’s do. they take care of their babies. play with them and make them feel all nice and fuzzy. you like when i do that, right?”

“uh huh,” elvis mumbles, his eyes beginning to drift closed. “you’re a good daddy. the best.”

“thank you prince. you get some rest, now. we’re gonna play a lot more tomorrow. want you to he nice and rested for that, okay?” austin purrs, hugging him tightly and kissing his scalp. “love you, pretty prince.”

“mm…daddy..” elvis drawled, his vision fading into a pleasant, warm darkness, his head full of nothing but austin’s deep, warm voice and steady heartbeat. “love you too.”

#elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x austin butler #sub!elvis #elvis #elvis cinematic universe #big daddy elvis #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you

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morisdann · 10 months

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Gotta admit that before I started reading the Tawny man trilogy I thought, that all the tells about Fitz and Fool being extremely gay are a bit exaggerated. But now, when I'm on chapter 20, I can say that almost every other Fitz-to-Fool interaction has this huge potential to become the most explicit and soft smut scene. I'm not joking, if I were able to write smut you'd already have had at least five links to ao3 drabbles of these two having the time of their live. You don't understand how hard it is to keep my imagination in it's pants, cuz boy oh boy, it's going WILD. I'm really curious what the fuck is going on in the book and what actually had happened to Dutiful, but at the same time Fitz and Fool are two adorable dorks and I can't get enough of them

#it's fitz and fool brainrot #fitz and beloved #the tawny man trilogy #robin hobb #rote

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worldwidewebzy · 4 months

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REGRETEVATOR HEADCANONS BOOOOO SCARY

Pest LOVES taxidermy, especially rouge taxidermy. Its a special interest of theirs and they've even tried some of it themselves. He's pretty good at it!!

Poob also likes taxidermy!! Though the specific process you have to do makes poob very squeamish and sick and icky,, (that being said poob IS NOT a uwu soft enby bean, they could kick ur ass lmao)

Poobians as a whole, are the embodiments of joy, happiness, and FUN!!!!!! They thrive off envoirments with high morale and general good vibes. Their population dwindles when said elements are scarce. If a poobian's mental health is hurt in anyway, that poobian's mental health will directly correspond to their physical health, causing the poobian to fall ill.

If a poobian falls to much into their pit of despair, they can "metamorphize" into a party pooper. Party poopers are the antithesis to poobians, thriving off of despair, sadness, and turmoil. Party poopers aren't inherently evil, but their nihilistic and melancholic nature can cause party pooper communities to be.. Not the healthiest space for anybody to be in.

Party poopers can remorph themselves into a poobian, but that requires extensive mental health intervention for that to happen. Depending on how much despair is in a party pooper, recovery can take as long as years.

To avoid this, poobians are a very social species. Full of many support systems ready to help any poobian! Though unfortunately, toxic positivity has been prevalent in some poobian societies. And there's a silent, but all to painful ableism riddled in poobian society as a whole.

Every poobian smells like their favorite food!

Pest has an EXTREMELY hard time empathizing, thanks to her undiagnosed aspd, npd, and autism. They also have an hard time realizing the concept of consequence and law. (this is pretty much canon expect for the autism part iirc but yeagh)

Gnarpy has IBS. Xe seem like a IBS girlie (gender neutral) to me do yuo understand

Poob HATES gender reveal parties with a passion.

mannequin mark and wallter... Do you hear me..

Gregoriah basks in light like a lizard

OK split pilby YURI SWAGGERR!!!

HOLY SHIT you guys have no idea how cornily, unconditionally, atrociously lovesick pilby is for split and i mean it

This dude's catapiller antennae form into hearts just thinking about split, absolutely cartoonishly in love with her.

They like having silly picnics where they eat apples and bananas (pilby looooves apples) go bird watching and just have a gay ol' time...

When they were first starting to know eachother pilby wrote """"anonymous""""" love letters to split, the letters in question were painfully obviously writen by them and it made split laugh and giggle. She didnt tell pilby that she knew they wrote those letters until after pilby confessed their love to them. That made pilby all bright red it was adorable

The confession in question was pilby performing a musical number about all the stored feelings they've been hiding for split all told through song and... It didn't go how pilby wanted to and kind of failed, but split still was genuinely blown away by it. She cheered pilby up when they commented how "bad" it was and kissed them on the forehead....... <33

Infected has a friend thats minecraft youtuber and yes they have a dubstep channel intro for it yknow the ones..

Gnarpy's form is a facade, like how invader zim has a human disguise. It acts like a shield, keeping gnarpy's (surprisingly frail) true form safe in a non gnarpian envoirment. It's designed to be conventionally "cute" to ward off suspicion, and increase trustworthyness.

Gnarpian govermentals are planning on making upgraded versions of these facades. Making them more unassuming. They're even planning "human" looking facades. It's fucking scary

mannequin mark and wallter make lampert together like constructed a child. Building blueprints AAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! hashtag yaoi swagger

MICHE IS A DRAG QUEEN HE IS A DRAG QUEEN

Miche is also swagapino and black as a people SWAG

Also miche isn't actually a cat he's very much like... Hes cat adjacent but his fangs are like the whiskers if a cat fish LIKE

The elevator has existed for as long as existence itself. Nobody runs it as the elevator itself is technically an living organism

Bive exists in quantum super position. She simultaneously exists in both FNARB, and the funny maze, it's only until a player enters either floor is where she stop existing in this superposition. Kinda like Schrödinger's cat. Schrödinger's conspiracy theorist

Bive is built like she was designed by dr suess

Unlike a red teddy, reddy is very much full of love :)

#Webzy ramblez #Regretevator #IM NOT TAGGING THE CHAARSTCERS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#// ableism mention #Long post #Headcanon

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absolutebl · 5 months

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This Week in BL - I Gave a 10/10 to a BL... me!

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Nov 2023 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I love this show. I adore Tew's the simple backstory. No frills. No fuss. He got dragged in the way many do and he can kill so they kept him. They aren’t trying to make it needlessly complicated (which is rare for Thailand). That said, the pacing is way tf off, the emotional arc is rushed and then sappy out of absolutely nowhere. Before you ask, the kiss is not at issue, we halfway through they should be kissing, but the romantic life changes - too soon. But I don’t care. Finally, they left us this ep reminded of 2 v important things,

this pair kisses beautifully

in BL all mafia be gay

Fun fun!

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 2 of 12 - It's official, I love this. It’s a classic caregiver/bodyguard trope where one of them is opening the other one up to the world, but sweetly. I’m enjoying the softness of JimmySea's take and I hope GMM TV takes its cues from the success of My School President and doesn’t push this particular show into rough or edgy territory. Stay on target GMMTV. Don't mess with my bias again!

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 3 of 10 - Finally, our adorable side couple has emerged! This show remains engaging without losing pace (despite the main couple being slow burn), which is all I want from a Thai pulp, and more I could ask for currently from a sports BL.

(Note: when I dictate the computer always puts "Thai pope" instead of Thai pulp - this is hilarious to me.)

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - I guess they didn’t strip the omegaverse out of this. Unfortunately, I’m not an omegaverse fan, so I find its presence extremely off putting. (But it’s kind of amazing that somebody finally put one on our screen.) Unsurprisingly, it’s a lot of alpha posturing and hyper masculinity, because that’s what this kind of worldbuilding is an excuse for (lazy writing and lazier characterization). This means I don’t like Babe AT ALL except that he’s smell orientated and a bit verse. Way is lovely tho, because Nut is a great soft screen presence amongst the testosterone haze.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 2 of 8 - I’m not gonna lie (when have I ever bothered to lie to you all?) I’m struggling with this show. The sound effects are getting worse. That is not allowed. Still I found this installment slightly more bearable than the last last, probably because there was more of the cast in play and less of Jade being too cringe to live.

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - AKA temporal paradox of pain.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Friends Forever ep 13 of 24 - Ooo it’s a bit of a teacher/student (coach/player) thing. Linguistic negotiation and kinkification of phi. Also actually kinky. But not consensually. Gonna get dark. Bummer.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 1 of 14(!) eps - Whines. Must I? Gaga doesn’t have a skip ahead button. Sad sack main characters really do not work for me. But this was better than I expected. I wasn’t expecting much.

Look: This is helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends - shudder the second) under Copy A Bangkok (they deserve not my shuddders). It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's Thai dark War of Y style - my least favorites. Apparently, there is meant to be a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot?

On a completely different note does the blond look like that Korean actor/idol from At a Distance Spring is Green & Wanna One to anyone else? Or is it just me? (Park Ji Hoon)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I like it a lot. Dongwook is so obtuse and socially awkward and reserved and needy and Dohyun is so gay over and simultaneously wildly confused by this behavior. Fantastic. A bit stiff, even for Korea, btu I'm okay with it since everything else I'm watching right now is decidedly NOT stiff.

I finished it!

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo - Japan BL movie 1.5 hr

Best friends life together during university - cheerful sunshine loves to cook, grumpy tsundere loves to eat. Aki is a bit manic pixie dream boy for me (not my favorite archetype) but they’re cute and it’s one of those Japanese slice of life pieces like Our Dining Table that isn’t really a romance in fact it’s barely a drama. This isn’t friends to lovers because they’re basically already in a relationship (which everyone around them knows) they just aren’t fucking. I did spend a lot of time worrying that they weren’t eating any green things whatsoever. In the end this isn’t my thing when there’s no kissing at all, and this was a bit too dull even for JBL. Sorry Japan, one cannot trade on cute and cheese alone. I know, you want to. But that's not a BL or a personality. 6/10

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan, maybe coming to Netflix) 8 eps - This classic friends-to-lovers BL is everything Japan does best. Angsty. Emo. Aching. Driven by real thirst. Yamato is deeply in love with his childhood bestie, Kakeru, and has been for ages, unable to hide his ungainly damaging high school need. He wants Kakeru in every way possible and it oozes off of the screen. Kakeru is silly and a little simple, but not frenetic or overly camp about it. He is earnest, and genuinely wants to keep Yamato in his life which means giving a romance (and gayness) a fair chance. We watch him realize his affection and what form it can take in a truly authentic way. This show was impossibly kind to both of its lead characters and I felt honored that I got to watch something so lovely and rare play out on my screen.

I LOVE LOVE LOVED THIS. IT'S SO GOOD.

10/10

Let me be perfectly clear: I have watched 646 BLs and only handed out nine 10/10s.

I talk more about why this one made the cut, here.

It's Airing But...

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like) about a clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge later.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed. Waiting to be told if I should bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

Next Week Looks Like This

STARTING

11/20 Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge if safe.

11/24 VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Screenplay by Lin Pei Yu (WBL) about a chef who courts a shy writer with spicy beef noodles.

11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite in new bodies. Stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try (depending on distribution) because I'm into the non-horror bits.

11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. You can tell me how this goes.

11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

Still Coming November BL

11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?

Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

To be fair this was last week but I did get the screen shot until now. (You are Mine)

I Cannot Reach You serving all Japan's favorite tropes plus some very un-Japan decent kisses.

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl review #I Cannot Reach You #Japanese BL #You Are Mine #Taiwanese BL #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru review #2023 bl #upcoming bl #My Dear Gangster Oppa #Thai Bl #Last Twilight #GMMTV #Twins the series #Pit Babe #Playboyy #A Breeze of Love

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tvy0m1 · 14 days

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Got any demon school head cannons?

Although I have no idea what characters you want specifically (and I sadly am not gonna do the entire cast) I'm just gonna do the losers in my brain ! Edit: I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS LEMME GET BACK TO WORK!!!

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Agares-

I ❤️ my freckled sleepy baby!

Although he's a demon and like has claws, He doesn't like having sharp claws and usually bites them or files them down. Because he when he sleeps, he grips his hair or grabs his skin so he'll accidentally cut himself if he keeps them sharp and long.

He loves soft things, they help him sleep which is why he always has his cloud (Master I think?)

He usually goes Non-verbal sometimes. He's overstimulated 24/7

Bite he likes biting things (sometimes chews on Gaap or Master(?))

He likes Kikuo (or whatever the demon version is)

Agares also really likes Miracle Musical, Tally Hall, and Jack Stauber

REALLY GOOD LIAR! Like super good at it

He's tried to not cuss much, especially when he screamed shit at Gaaps house and Gaaps dad was all like 'ExCuSe Me?!?!???"

He's trans :3 uses He/him

He was aroace but now is questioning he may be gay and aroace flux

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Lied-

I also love my Lied💛💛💛

Surprisingly knows how to waltz and play the violin (also the guitar)

Also likes to bite people. He usually bites Asmodeus' or Sabros hands when he's having a breakdown

Really good at cutting his hair with safety scissors? He cut his hair (not just his bangs) once and Shakky was proud but told him he'd be grounded if he did it again

He got so used to being alone he's still getting used to being so busy

He gets cramps in his leg so really easily so that's why he uses his tail

He also listens to Kikuo but not as much as Agares, he mainly listens to Ricky Montgomery or Conan Gray. Agares' weird music taste concerns him-

HATES when people stand behind him- it just makes him really creeped out-

His fingers have a lot of scars on them because he styles his hair and sometimes (all the time) burns himself

Him and Elizabetta will randomly swap clothes. Like she'll just take off her shirt and throw it at Lied- he'll do the same

Another trans masc :3, he uses He/They

Another dude who went through the five stages of grief trying to figure out his sexuality. He's bisexual with a preference for women (but surprising no one he has a boyfriend Asmodeus-)

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Asmodeus x Lied Headcanons-

Look. If you think I'm not going to talk about these two YOU'RE wrong!

They're literally hot hands x cold hands and I love them for that

Asmodeus would beat anybody up who messed with Lied. Lied can't keep his emotions in if he gets messed with he'll cry - and Asmodeus will know immediately.

When Lied went into the haunted house Asmodeus had to run out of the booth just to calm him. Infact Asmodeus refused to do his thing and scare Lied cause he hates seeing him cry

Asmodeus crochets Lied hats

Lied once lost a keychain Asmodeus gave him and felt super bad (offered to pay Asmodrus back)

Lieds poor ass literally gifted Asmodeus a puppy on his birthday. If that ain't love then I don't know what is

Shakky pretends to not know about their relationship but she's been placing bets with Amaryllis on when they'll get married.

When Amaryllis found out about Asmodeus' binder she was kind of upset and made sure he didn't wear it anymore. Lied smuggles extra binders in his bag to give to Asmodeus

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Nafra Ampsey-

I love them... she's the girl ever and I adore her for that

She went to bath and body works with Ameri and Ronove. And Ronove dumped so many perfumes on her

Nafra is extremely sensitive to smell

She doesn't really like wearing dresses but she does sometimes

She likes baking, she bakes cupcakes for Ronove usually their strawberry flavored

If she could speak any human language it'd be French and Russian

She has a heavy accent but tries to hide it. It comes out when she gets mad or really emotional

When she cries she just says a ton of stuff in Russian. Ronove learned Russian so he'd understand what was happening

Her and Ronove are somewhat dating? She's not ready for a relationship but he's willing to wait

Bigender (She/He), Grey sexual, and bi

#mairimashita! iruma kun #Nafra Ampsey #Asmodeus Alice #Lied Shax #Asmolied #< ship tag #Or Shice #Shice #Agares picero #welcome to demon school iruma kun #Wtdsik #Mairuma #mairimashita iruma kun

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fukanouna · 1 year

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Pour me a cup of your attention

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Barista!WandaNat AU where Natasha is tasked to teach the new girl (Wanda) how to prepare coffee. She was supposed to teach the brunette things like how to make a latte or to tell the difference between pour-over coffee and americanos; she was not supposed be a gay mess and fall for Wanda in the process.

Chapter Word Count: 5490

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Once again, Nick failed to inform Natasha that she would be training a new hire during her Saturday shift.

The moment she walked into the coffee stop with her barista apron hanging from her arm, Steve approached her with an ominously perfect boy scout-like smile that made her internally groan and prepare for the worse. "Alright, don't give me any bullshit. What did I walk into today?"

"Got a new budding barista in the back for you," Steve beamed as he playfully patted Natasha on the shoulder. She wasn't sure if the gesture was supposed to come off as encouraging or give off an "I'm-sorry-you-have-to-suffer-today" kind of energy. When Natasha continued to wear an unamused, deadpanned expression, Steve continued. "If you really don't want to train the new hire, you can be the shift supervisor in my stead, and I'll be the trainer."

"God, no!" Natasha quickly snapped. While she wasn't too keen training someone today (she wanted to practice latte art with soy milk during her down time), she'd rather be a trainer than have to run the shift. Too much responsibility when she was not in the mood. Releasing a resigned sigh, Natasha grumbled. "Fine, fine. I'll train them."

"Great!" Steve's already massive smile somehow grew wider and that same smile turned playful. "I think you're going to like her. She's pretty cute. Definitely your type."

"Eye candy isn't going to make the shift bearable, Rogers," Natasha huffed irritably and strode past him.

It was an unspoken ritual that Natasha came to the shop at least fifteen minutes early to grab and down a shot of espresso. It helped her wake up and mentally prepare herself for her shift. Seeing as her role for the day was going to require extra focus and a professional facade, she asked Steven, who was on espresso bar at the moment, for two shots of espresso topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

"You usually only ask for a single shot. Already preparing for the worst, Romanoff?" Steven questioned with an amused brow as he handed Natasha her small cup of espresso.

"Don't judge me, Strange. After the mess I had to deal with when I had to train that Parker kid, you can't blame me," Natasha grumbled then instantly downed her coffee and tossed her cup into the closest trash can. She greeted Sharon, who was in the process of grinding coffee beans to prepare tomorrow's batch of cold brew, and waved at Sam, who was helping a customer at the register, then took a deep breath as she headed to the back to meet the new hire.

The moment Natasha locked eyes with bright bluish eyes, she was fucked.

Steve wasn't joking, the girl was cute - extremely cute.

It took an incredible amount of effort for Natasha to keep a straight face and ignore the annoyingly smug look Steve was throwing her from behind the girl. "You must be the one Steve mentioned. I'm Natasha," she introduced smoothly and extended her hand. The girl's' hand felt smooth and soft, and god, those eyes were way too mesmerizing.

"Hello, Natasha. It's nice to meet you. I'm Wanda. I'm very new and very clueless when it comes to coffee as I'm not much of a coffee person," Wanda admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Is that so? Why apply to a coffee shop then?" the redhead questioned.

"I've applied to a bunch of other part-time positions, but this was the only place to accept me without any previous experience. Besides, getting free chai tea lattes and London Fogs are really good perks," Wanda explained with a grin Natasha couldn't help but find incredibly adorable.

It's been barely five minutes since I've met this girl and I'm already a mess, Natasha internally groaned.

"I've already finalized her paperwork in the system and gave her a new apron so she's all yours, Nat," Steve beamed and subtly winked at Natasha. God, she really wanted to punch him and his perfect teeth.

"Thank you, Rogers," Natasha forced out a smile and glared daggers at the blonde. Fortunately, Wanda didn't seem to notice the playful animosity she was throwing at Steve and turned her full attention to her.

"I'm ready to be a barista," Wanda declared confidently after putting on her apron and took a step closer to Natasha.

Natasha tried not to think about the minimal space between her and the new girl, then motioned with a hand for Wanda to follow her out onto the floor. As they turned the corner, Natasha quickly threw up her middle finger at Steve.

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She led Wanda to the back corner of the store where an extra espresso bar was set up. It was typically used for training purposes or for baristas to practice their latte art, but during busy hours, it was actively used to cut wait times. While the espresso bar was turning on, Natasha showed Wanda how to prepare pour-over coffee and how to use the French press, then poured sample cups of different roasts for her to sip. It was important for Wanda to be at least familiar with all the different tastes and flavor notes if she had to recommend a roast to a customer.

Although Wanda was vocal about her distaste for coffee, she willingly tried every roast Natasha poured her. While Natasha preferred darker roasts, she was surprised when Wanda picked the lighter beans as her preferred roast since the flavor wasn't too heavy on the tongue.

Once they switched over to tasting espresso, Natasha was secretly eager in seeing the brunette's reaction to tasting the concentrated drops of coffee. Wanda's reactions did not disappoint. Wanda's face scrunched in disgust when she sipped the bold-flavored espresso, but when Natasha forced her to try a dead espresso shot, the other woman physically recoiled backwards, completely repulsed by the taste.

"That's what oxidation does to espresso if you let it sit out for too long without milk. It becomes extremely bitter, and it almost has this burnt taste feeling on your tongue," Natasha continued to explain, holding back her laughter as Wanda's face was still contorted in disgust.

"Please tell me that's the last of the coffee I have to try."

"For now. You'll tackle iced coffees and cold brews another day, otherwise, you might actually get heart palpitations from all the caffeine you're drinking."

It was a breath of fresh air for Natasha when the first day of training with Wanda wrapped up smoothly, even a little earlier than anticipated. The brunette was a quick learner. There was a systematic flow when it came to making lattes back-to-back, and Wanda was able to make three basic lattes faster than some of the veteran baristas by the end of her training. Hell, Wanda's foam for her first cappuccino was impressive considering it was a first attempt. Natasha was impressed.

Natasha made herself a flat white and a soy Chai tea latte for Wanda in the shop's ceramic mugs before they went to the back for a break.

"Great job today," Natasha complimented. "You've completed all of your Day One training ahead of schedule. If you want to head out early, you can. You'll get paid for the full training hours."

Wanda took a sip of her Chai, letting out a satisfied hum from the taste. "What can I expect for tomorrow's training?"

"Cold coffees, tea lattes, and non-caffeinated drinks like the various kinds of hot chocolates we offer. The thing is, I'm off tomorrow so you'll have someone else train you for Day Two," Natasha smiled apologetically. For once in her life, Natasha wished she didn't have Sundays off.

"I'm sad to hear. I enjoyed having you train me," Wanda confessed and gave Natasha a smile. "You explain things very well in ways that’s easy to understand."

"Considering there have been times I've had to repeat the same step several times to some trainees, maybe it's actually all you. You're a quick learner," Natasha chuckled. She noted that Wanda seemed embarrassed by the praise. Cute.

"When will be the next time I see you?"

The redhead pursed her lips. "Well, I'm here for mornings on weekdays since that's when we're the busiest because of people going to work or college classes, and then for Saturdays I'm either in the morning or I start at noon. Usually depends on where Fury puts me. What's your schedule like?"

"The semester at HYDRA State University starts next week. I put my availability for weekend mornings and Tuesday and Thursday evenings."

“I guess that means we’ll only see each other on Saturdays,” Natasha chuckled under her breath to mask her disappointment. She really enjoyed Wanda’s company. The universe must hate her or something if she was only allowed to talk to the breathtakingly beautiful brunette once a week.

Wanda let out a thoughtful-sounding hum as she took another sip of her latte. Then she turned her gaze back to Natasha and grinned. “Then I guess I’m going to start looking forward to Saturdays now.”

Natasha blinked several times, her mind still trying to process what she just heard (though it was difficult because she was also distracted by the way Wanda was smiling at her), eventually opting to take a sip of her flat white to try and hide her smile.

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Two weeks passed since Natasha last saw Wanda.

Typically, Natasha was not the kind of person to call out from her shifts, no matter how foul of a mood she was in, but Liho threw up multiple times last Saturday morning, and Natasha wasted no time rushing her cat to the vet, resulting in her having to call out. She was relieved when the veterinarian confirmed that Liho would be fine, catching some sort of stomach bug, and prescribed Natasha antibiotics to administer to Liho.

Now it was the following Saturday, and Natasha was doing her best to focus on making drinks and ignore the clock hanging on the wall to her left. The moment she clocked in for her shift, she checked the day’s schedule and saw that Wanda would come in two hours later. It was honestly ridiculous how something so small as knowing when Wanda started her shift gave her the energy she needed to not give a fuck about the usual crowd of teenagers and middle-aged women bitching about how their frappuccinos don't have enough caramel drizzle around the cup and do her job without stress.

When Natasha heard the door open and realized it was a brunette from her peripheral, she immediately knew who it was. Her eyes locked with Wanda's and gave the younger a quick smile and a nod of acknowledgement before turning her focus back on the flat white she was making. Natasha forced herself to ignore the oncoming footsteps and the sweet scent of strawberries wafting into her nostrils while she slow-poured the pitcher of steamed milk into a ceramic cup.

"Hello, Natasha. Long time no see," Wanda greeted with a smile. "I hope your cat is doing better."

"Liho is recovering fine, thanks for asking." Natasha rinsed the pitcher then capped the flat white, briefly leaving Wanda's side to call out to the customer, then returned to where she stood. "How's it been adjusting to the life of a barista?"

"Pretty well, I think. I can make almost all the hot drinks."

"Which ones are you having trouble with?

Wanda scrunched her nose. "Cappuccinos and flat whites. I'm jealous at how you made that flat white look so easy. My foam for cappuccinos look… passable, but they don't look as pretty as others."

"Those take practice to make. I can teach you a few tips to make that journey to mastery easier," Natasha offered. She bit back a smile when Wanda's eyes lit up.

"Would you really?"

"Of course. But how about you clock in first? You're already five minutes late," Natasha said while pointing to the clock, snickering when Wanda cursed under her breath.

"I was so excited to see you that I completely forgot!" Wanda blurted out and shuffled away to the back.

Natasha felt her chest swell happily at what Wanda just said, biting back a smile once again, and tried to ignore that growing feeling by picking up a sanitized rag and wiping the area around the espresso bar till it was clean.

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She didn't look like it but Natasha was the type of person who always made an effort to be punctual for work. If she was ever late, it was due to factors she couldn't control like if there was an accident on the way to work.

This Monday morning, Tony called her the moment she sat in her car asking her for a favor. Apparently, their shipment of toilet paper and hand soap didn't come in the night before, and there was no doubt the store would run out before noon. Natasha didn't mind taking a quick detour before going in for work and told Tony she'd get the supplies.

What Natasha didn't expect going into work today was Wanda stationed at the espresso bar. She recalled Wanda had classes weekday mornings, and while the mere sight of the brunette made her heart skip a beat, Natasha was also confused. Her mood immediately soured when she realized some guy was yelling at Wanda over the counter.

Natasha set down the bathroom supplies on the back counter and quickly made her way over to the bar. "Sir, may I ask what is the problem that you had to resort to raising your voice at our barista?" she intervened with icy calmness as she stared him down.

"The problem is that your barista is too slow at making the drinks! She's taking too long!" he complained and directed his obnoxious voice towards to Natasha. "My kids are going to be late for school!"

Natasha has heard this excuse before and she internally sighed while forcing to keep her customer-service-voice intact. "Sir, with all due respect, we are not responsible for your children's attendance."

"That's—“

"It is almost 8am on a Monday morning. You made the conscious decision to prioritize grabbing a cup of coffee during a morning rush at our shop instead of taking your children to school," Natasha cut him off sharply, glaring him down as she motioned to the other customers standing around the man. "These people also have places to be, but they are patiently waiting for their order."

Natasha felt goosebumps on the back of her neck when she felt a shaky hand from Wanda slide into hers. She gave the brunette's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze back. "You are not helping yourself, or anyone for that matter, by yelling at our barista to work faster."

The man's face was red from the neck up as there were murmuring coming from the people behind him. "Then what would you have me do?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"You still have your receipt, right? If you leave now and take your kids to school, come back to our shop any time today and we'll make your drinks for you then. I'll leave a note to the other baristas working today so they know. Or you can get a refund for your order. Your choice," Natasha compromised with crossed arms. Truthfully, she wanted to kick him out for yelling at Wanda, but she needed to push her personal bias aside and try to be the better person, for the shop's image or whatever as Nick put it.

After several moments later, the man eventually chose to come back later for his order. Once he was gone, Natasha stood in front of the espresso bar and immediately began prepping the next order's drink. "I got this, Wanda. You go take your ten," she said while steaming a pitcher of almond milk.

"But Natasha… I feel bad for leaving you with so many drinks to make," Wanda mumbled softly.

"It's fine. I got this." Natasha paused to study Wanda closely. "You were shaken up." She reached out to gently rub at Wanda's upper arm, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. He was an asshole."

"But Natasha…" Wanda said again but with less firmness than before. "I still feel bad regardless. I picked up Carol's shift, thinking I could handle a morning shift since my morning class was canceled, and yet…"

Natasha hated that Wanda was close to crying. She remembered the feeling of being yelled at by a customer for the first time when she was starting out. “It’s shitty, but he’ll probably be one of many customers who’ll take their anger out on you,” she said honestly while capping the almond milk latte and handing it out to the customer. “But know when it’s not your fault. Like I said to him, we’re not responsible for his kids, and no one else had an issue about your coffee-making pace, right?”

“No…” Wanda confirmed with a slow nod. Natasha smiled when she saw that Wanda looked more relaxed.

“Then you did nothing wrong," she said with finality then began working on the next drink in the queue. "If you could take those supplies to the back and restock the bathrooms before your ten, I'd appreciate it."

Wanda swiftly nodded. "Of course." She fidgeted with her silver ring on her index finger. "Um, would you be free after your shift today?"

Natasha quirked up an eyebrow at Wanda while she pumped hazelnut syrup into the latte.

"I know this really good local dim sum spot. My brother and I went there a lot when we were in high school, so the owners know me, and I don't have class till late afternoon, and it's the least I can do so…"

"Maximoff, are you asking me out on a date in the middle of rush hour?" Natasha teased with a crooked grin. Her grin widened when Wanda fidgeted even more.

"I… I just… think you'd really enjoy the food," Wanda mumbled.

Natasha chuckled. "Sure, I'm down. I don't have any plans today. Dim sum sounds great."

Wanda immediately perked and flashed a beaming smile at her. "Great! I'll, um, go do my task now."

From her peripheral, Natasha watched Wanda shuffle to grab a couple of toilet rolls from the pack and a bottle of hand soap before heading to the lobby bathrooms.

She tried her best to focus on making the peppermint mocha in front of her, but she was too focused on the fact Wanda didn't deny that she was trying to ask Natasha out on a date.

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After weeks of subtle flirting while working Saturdays together and the occasional invitations to grab food weekday nights, Natasha was almost sure there was something between her and Wanda.

Normally, Natasha admitted she could be clueless when it came to noticing people hitting on her, especially girls, but the entire store could "see the chemistry" between her and Wanda, as Tony put it so loudly one afternoon shift. Carol would nudge her side whenever Wanda walked into the store, Peter would instantly leave the break room the moment Wanda walked in to join her, and even Steven Strange, who displayed little to no emotions normally, was finding amusement in their interactions behind bar.

Still, Natasha never made any move to jump over that final hurdle because there was a boundary. She was a shift supervisor and Wanda was a part-time barista. Someone of her position wasn't allowed to date someone of a lower position due to power imbalance. Nick had a soft spot for her, but he would have no choice but to step in if he caught on. The most likely scenario would be he'd transfer her to a different location. It would suck ass because Natasha genuinely enjoyed the team she had here at this location, but it would be a much better alternative in comparison to the worst-case scenario: Wanda would have to be let go. It's what happened to Laura after Nick discovered Clint was dating her. In the end, Clint quit too.

Natasha decided that the way things were currently were for the best.

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While Natasha was taking a year off from university, her sister, Yelena, was still a full-time student and in the middle of studying for a major exam for her class in child psychology. Yelena lamented to her that she'd be pulling an all-nighter, so Natasha decided to drive back to the coffee that night to stop and grab a jug of cold brew for her sister. It was a win-win situation because Natasha knew Wanda was working tonight.

Natasha pushed through the familiar coffee shop doors and a broad grin curved on her face at the sight of Wong. "Hey, stranger. Long time no see. How was Hong Kong?"

"Right back at you, Nat," Wong laughed and stood in front of the register. "It was a lot fun since it had been years since I went back. My family fed me well. It's good to be back though. I'm guess you're here because of Yelena?"

"You know me so well. She's currently dying from studying as we speak," she chuckled while pulling out her credit card. "The usual cold brew jug for her and a decaf flat white for me. Throw in a scone too, but it doesn't need to be warmed."

"You got it," Wong confirmed with a nod and entered in her order. "Send my regards to Yelena and tell her not to study too hard."

Natasha gave him an amused look and slid her card into the reader. "Will do, but no promises. You know how she is."

"That I do."

Natasha looked up and saw Wanda emerging from the back with a couple cartons of oat milk in arms. The moment Wanda made eye contact with her, she immediately burst out in a full-blown smile. "Why hello there."

"Hey, you," Natasha coolly acknowledged with a smirk and slipped her card back into her wallet. She didn't miss the way Wong looked at them with a cheeky glance before heading to the back for Yelena's jug. God, she must be so obvious.

After placing the oat milk into the fridge below the espresso bar, Wanda ripped off Natasha's order receipt from the printer and skimmed it. "A jug of cold brew and a decaf flat white."

"The former is for my sister. She needs the fuel because she'll be pulling an all-nighter."

Wanda pursed her lips thoughtfully and poured whole milk into the pitcher. "I'm familiar with that pain. I wish her well. I'll get started on your flat white since Wong is already preparing your jug."

"Take your time. Thanks, Wanda."

Natasha felt her body instinctively hold her breath when Wanda's beautiful blue eyes met hers with an almost playful glint.

"Of course, Natasha."

She shivered at the way her name rolled off Wanda's tongue.

Minutes later Wanda finished her drink and placed the cup in the hand-off area. When Natasha glanced down at her coffee, there was heart-shaped latte art. Her gaze shifted to Wanda's to find the brunette grinning at her. "Impressed?" Wanda asked. "I've been practicing."

"It shows. This heart is beautiful," Natasha praised as she capped her cup. "Shame I'll have to ruin it after the first sip."

"As long as you don't ruin the real thing."

Natasha felt her heart thud against her ribcage, exhaling slowly. "Wanda…"

Wanda didn't look away. "Yes?"

"I—"

"Here's your jug, Nat!"

Natasha's shoulders relaxed when Wong came up from behind Wanda and slid over the jug of cold brew to her. "Thanks again, Wong."

"Not a problem. Take care." Wong waved and headed back to the register to help another customer.

"Have a good night, Wanda," she murmured.

"You too, Natasha," Wanda whispered softly. "You too."

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After handing off the cold brew and scone to Yelena, Natasha went to her room to leave her sister in peace. She had her smart TV placed on a low table so she could comfortably watch on her giant bean bag chair, though at the moment, she was mindlessly scrolling through her list of saved shows to watch on Netflix. Natasha figured she should be more productive, but her earlier conversation with Wanda refused to leave her mind. She never expected the other girl to be so forward when they first met. It was becoming more and more difficult to control herself.

Natasha felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and tugged it out. When she realized it was a text from Wanda, she swallowed. "Speak of the devil," she muttered to herself and opened the message.

Hey!

I know this is sudden, but do you think you could give me a ride home?

My brother failed to tell me that his car is in the shop till tomorrow so he can't pick me up.

If you can't, that's fine. I can call an Uber.

you don't need to get an uber

give me 20min and i'll be there

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When Natasha returned to the coffee shop, Wanda was standing in front of the closed store with Wong.

"Sorry for taking so long. I kept hitting every damn red light," Natasha huffed in annoyance as pushed her car door shut and made her way to her friends.

"Not to worry. We weren't waiting long," Wong insisted with a laugh.

"Wong was kind enough to wait with me till you arrived," Wanda explained to her then turned to Wong. "Thank you again."

"It's no trouble at all, Wanda," Wong said with a slight bow of the head. "It wouldn't be safe for you to be standing out here all by yourself. Get home safe, ladies."

Natasha gave Wong a fist bump then unlocked her car for Wanda. The brunette placed her tote bag in the backseats before she joined Natasha in the front. Once they were both buckled in, they both gave Wong one last wave and drove out of the coffee shop's parking lot.

Wanda's house was a fifteen minute drive at most from their workplace (assuming Natasha didn't hit every light again). There were times she had to take her home after they bought some deliciously cheap Chinese takeout together or grabbed some authentic Italian gelato, so she knew the way to Wanda's place by heart at this point. But this night ride felt longer than usual. Wanda was quiet, answering Natasha's attempts at striking a conversation with tiny smiles and hums, sometimes a nod. She wondered if their earlier conversation was still on the brunette's mind, but she wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring it up again. At the very least, Wanda wasn't upset at her, given that she still looked at Natasha with a smile. It was kind of crazy how the sight of Wanda simply smiling at her made Natasha feel comforted. No words were needed.

The drive reached its end when Natasha parked against the curb of Maximoff's driveway. She shut off the engine and shifted to face the other girl. "There ya go, Miss Maximoff. Home sweet home."

"Thank you again for driving me home," Wanda said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Anytime. Have a good night, Wanda." Natasha raised an eyebrow when Wanda remained where she was, biting down on her lower lip while wearing a contemplative expression. "What's up?" she gently prodded. Natasha's breath hitched in her throat when Wanda placed her hand over Natasha's that was gripping the gearshift "Wanda?" she breathed out more softly.

Wanda leaned in closer over the armrest compartment between them. In the cramped space of her car, Natasha was hyper-aware of Wanda more than ever and the charged atmosphere and hung around them. She should have moved away, she really should have, but Natasha was frozen by those captivating blue eyes she could fall into forever, shuddering when Wanda moved her hand from the gearshift, up Natasha's arm, to the back of Natasha's neck, coming closer.

"Wanda," she said again, more quietly, more weakly than before.

"Is this okay?" Wanda whispered, but to Natasha's ears, it almost sounded like the younger was pleading to her. And Natasha knew what she was really asking - there was no denying the tension between them anymore. The rational part of her brain knew it was a bad idea to jump over that final hurdle, but her heart couldn't take the sound of Wanda's voice, so soft and uncertain, and didn't want to push her away any longer.

"Yeah… it's more than okay," Natasha answered back and kissed Wanda.

Natasha often daydreamed what it was like to kiss Wanda. She imagined it'd be gentle and slow with a hint of cherries like that one Katy Perry song. Instead, their kiss tasted fruity in a herbal tea kind of way, and while Wanda's kisses were initially gentle, she craved Natasha's lips more than oxygen. Natasha reveled in the whimpering noises Wanda made when she suckled on the brunette's lower lip, then pushed her tongue into her mouth so their tongues met in desperate, messy kiss that stemmed from weeks of repressed tension. Natasha's mind was reeling in a way that reminded her of the way she felt when she was tipsy, but in this case she was intoxicated by Wanda, and she damn wished she could feel this way all the time.

"Sestra! I baked extra pečené buchty and Mama said to give it to your friend as thanks and— WHOA!"

Wanda pushed Natasha away and snapped her head in the direction of the voice.

"PIETRO!" Wanda hissed from inside the car. This was the first time Natasha's seen Wanda's twin brother, and she should be flustered he caught them making out, but she's oddly attracted to a pissed-off Wanda.

"Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to give you pastries!" Pietro bowed his head excessively but his eyes were twinkling in amusement. Wanda huffed and got out of the car to take the brown bag of bread from him. "Thank you for accepting my delivery. You and your girlfriend can continue~"

"Go!" Wanda hissed again and Pietro happily jogged off back into the house, but not before giving Wanda a thumbs up. With a sigh, Wanda slipped back into the passenger seat, clearing her throat with flustered cheeks. "Um, I'm sorry about my brother…"

"It's okay. Kinda should've realized it was risky doing it right outside your house," Natasha chuckled. A pleasant, sweet aroma wafted into her nose and she eyed the bag. "Those smell really good. Are they really for me?"

"If Pietro said so, then yes. He's been into baking recently. Which is strange considering how impatient he is." Wanda cleared her throat again, gazing turning meek when her eyes met Natasha's. "About before…"

"I don't regret it if that's what you're about to ask," Natasha cut in. "I've been wanting to kiss you for awhile now, if it wasn't already obvious. It's just… difficult with my position at work."

"I'm open to the idea of keeping our relationship a secret. I know how much you love working at the coffee shop and wouldn't want to jeopardize that," Wanda hummed quietly as she played with Natasha's fingers. "I know we can make time to see each other outside of work, but I also treasure our time together on Saturdays.

Natasha could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around happily as their fingers intertwined. "Secret but official?"

"Secret but official," Wanda agreed and pressed a kiss to Natasha's cheek. "I should go. My twin senses are telling me Pietro is watching us through a window. I'll see you on Saturday."

Natasha brought the brunette's fingers to her lips and kissed each one of them. "Can I see you Friday night instead?"

"Are you asking me out on a date, Natasha Romanoff?" Wanda teased, head tilted to one side, giggling softly at the gesture.

Natasha recalled the way she teased Wanda with the same question weeks ago, but this time they were both serious. "I am. I can't wait till Saturday morning to see you."

Wanda gave her a shy smile. "Then you will see me Friday night. Goodnight, Natasha."

Natasha smiled back.

"Goodnight, Wanda."

She reluctantly watched Wanda exit her car and made her way back to her doorstep. Wanda looked back at her when she stepped inside her house, neither looking away, until Wanda finally closed the door shut.

Natasha sighed happily and slumped in her seat. She placed two fingers on her lips, still tingling from the feeling of Wanda's lips on hers, still somewhat in disbelief that they really kissed. She wasn't sure how difficult it was going to be to hide their relationship at work, but somehow, she'll make it work.

For now, Natasha turned on the engine and drove away, already mentally planning how she'd like to spend her first official date with Wanda.

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A/N: Fun fact: I used to work for the green mermaid coffee corporation, so parts of this fic were inspired from personal experiences. You'll have to figure out which parts though ;)

Anyway, this was my first non-MCU WandaNat AU. Hope you enjoyed the fic and thank you for reading! :)

Till next time.

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #wanda x natasha

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