⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GET IT UP! s. gojo (0.9k)

is satoru’s call really more important than you?

warnings: oral (m receiving), suckin’ him off while he’s otp, pet names (like excessive pet names), slight throat fucking, nickname toru, MDNI!!!

a/n: eepy and whoreknee

“Can’t really do this right now, baby.” Satoru was never one to deny his own pleasure.

He’d already been reduced to shaky breaths by you just kissing your way down his body. Taking your time to find every bump and ridge in his skin and marking it with your mouth. Simultaneously fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants and practically gleaming when you saw his heavy cock spring free.

“Y’got the sweetest fuckin’ lips, angel, but we really can’t right now.” His voice wasn’t as firm this time. It was breathier, unstable.

You were a second away from taking his cock into your mouth when the incessant buzz of his phone began to vibrate the desk above your head.

“‘M sorry, baby, told you I had to take it.” He caressed your face before gently patting your head. “Just give me a minute, babe, and I’m all yours. I promise.” You still rolled your eyes as he pressed the ‘answer’ button and held the device to his ear, not annoyed at him, but whoever was on the other line.

“Please?” You mouthed, gesturing with your eyes down to his cock and back up to him. A pitiful, pleading look painted on your face. Satoru pouted back down at you and shook his head, whispering a small “I’m sorry.” before bringing his attention back to his cell phone.

That short minute quickly turns to five agonizing minutes of having to listen to talks of curses and you already felt yourself growing bored. Resting your head on his lap from where you’re perched on the floor in front of him, trying to find something to keep you entertained. Your fingers quickly grow tired of tracing shapes on Satoru’s thigh. In an act of rebellion, your eyes dart up to his to make sure he’s still engrossed in the phone call and you experimentally run a finger over the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. Smirking when he shoots you a warning glare and mutters a quick “mhm” to whoever’s on the other end.

The warning doing nothing but spur you on to continue. With a coy smile, you begin to take him into your mouth. Relishing in the feeling of him twitch inside you when you begin to run your tongue over his tip. Not taking him in all the way to tease him even more. He sinks down further into his chair and a light sheen of sweat begins to make his forehead shine, causing a few strands of his soft, white hair to dampen and stick. He was too focused on trying to control his breathing and not let any incriminating sounds slip out to notice his hair hanging begin in his eyes. You almost laugh when you hear the man on the other end of the phone ask your boyfriend if he’s feeling alright.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Just… can I put’cha on hold for a sec.” You can’t see him mute the call, but you know he does by the way he lets his moans spill from his pink lips. Letting one of his hands fall to your head and push himself deeper into your throat. You allow him to shallowly thrust his hips up into you, throwing his head back before speaking again.

“Gotta lot of nerve, sweetheart,” He stops again, biting his lip to hold back a whine, “call’s important. Y’know that.” You pull yourself off of him and he groans at the loss of warmth.

“I just wanna have fun with you, ‘Toru.” He audibly groans at the nickname. The sound going straight to your aching core. He knows that you know what that name does to him. You replace your mouth with your hand and begin to gently pump up and down his length. Running your thumb over his flushed, leaking tip and using his pre as extra lube. Your eyes dart back and forth between his cock and his growing-pink face.

You can tell he’s debating something by the way his nose scrunches and his eyebrows furrow. He looks back to his phone to see how long he’s had the man on hold before looking back to you and softening his face.

“Okay, okay. Wha’dya need from me, baby? Tell ‘Toru what’cha need.” You smile victoriously, removing your hand to slip his cock back into your mouth once more. Bobbing your head up and down a few more times to give him a taste of what he could have if he focused all of his attention on you. Pulling off to give his length one more slow, tantalizing lick from base to tip.

“Hang up and you can have whatever you want from me.” Your voice was smooth, music to his ears. He plasters a cocky smirk on his face before bringing the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey… something just came up. Gonna have to get back to you at a better time.” He doesn’t even wait for the man to respond before ending the call. Lazily dropping his phone to his desk before turning his attention back to you.

“Now, I believe you owe me one, sweetness.”

:-“It’s finally Christmas!” Christmas prompts for your otp-:

(Looks like someone’s out of their writing block👀 Merry Christmas everyone!)

By @me-writes-prompts

Baking sugar cookies together :)))

Having snow ball fights and taking cute pictures of each other in the said snow fights!

Knitting Christmas sweater/scarves together!

Making snow flakes out of paper and hanging it as ornaments on their Christmas tree!

^^Decorating Christmas tree together

“You know…I always wanted to know how it feels to kiss under the mistletoe.” “We should do it.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah. Definitely. Let’s do it right now!”

“Can you like tell that I am who I am under the Santa Claus costume?” Their partner shakes their head thoughtfully. “No. Not at all, in fact you look like the Santa Claus himself.” “Hey! Be serious.” <3333

Cuddling in and having hot chocolate together while they watch hallmark Christmas movies :))

^^ “These movies never change do they?” “Yep, never. Just like you….*grins as their partner raises an eyebrow* that was supposed to be a compliment, sweetheart.”

“Why are you acting like the grinch on this fine Christmas morning?” “Me, acting like the grinch? Oh please, you’re wearing the grinch costume not me!”

They both dress up as Santas to surprise the other one. Lmaooooo chaos

Having a Christmas song themed karaoke!

When they hug each other to keep them warm <3

Sneaking a gift into their partner’s coat/pant pockets

“I could really use some help, babe.” They say, trying to hang the little star on top of the Christmas tree. “I believe you, you got this.” The other one says, intently watching them and trying not to laugh as they watch their partner struggle.

^^In the end, they help them out anyway

maybe not the usual but.. daniel/michael

(sorry, i love the drama of a long term relationship break up)

man don't care - JME & Giggs (for the Spotify shuffle prompts)

sorry i'm so maxiel otp i had to make this a friendship break up, i hope thats cool!

Daniel can feel Michael's eyes on him. Insistent even though there's like, at least twenty cameras pointed in their direction. Or, Daniel's direction. Everyone wants a piece of him now he's back.

"Yeah, I'm happy to be driving," he says, for what must be the thirtieth time in just as many minutes. Ignores the prickle the creeps up his spine. "The break was good for me, but now- I'm ready."

He's more than ready. He's going to be fucking triumphant. Just needs Maxy to keep Checo eating his rubber for a few more races, and then he's going to get everything that was promised to him when he was twenty-five. A championship winning car. A real fight.

It feels closer, within just the stretch of his fingertips in a way it never did back then.

"Danny Ric is back, baby," he grins, and lets the clatter of camera clicks wash over him.

Afterwards, in the coridoor Michael corners him. Daniel glances over top of his shoulder, desperate for some sort of escape or excuse, but there's too many prying eyes to brush him off completely. Unless he wants some bullshit, speculative article being written about it.

"Hey," he says with a tight nod when Michael just puts a hand on his shoulder and doesn't say anything. Ignores all the early mornings spent panting into his yoga matt it reminds him of, Michael correcting his form.

He doesn't have time for small talk, or whatever this is. Who'd have thought, that even without being his trainer, Michael would still be able to wind up that tight coil of tension inside him.

"Are you really happy?" Michael asks eventually, when most of the room has cleared out.

And that's some fucking nerve coming from him.

"I don't know, Mikey," he says after a beat of disbelief. He brushes his hand away roughly and steps back. "Maybe if you picked up the phone once in the winter break, you'd know, huh?"

Michael's eyes dip to the floor, like he's ashamed. Good, Daniel thinks, viciously. Where the fuck where you when I needed you?

"Mate, come on," Michael tries anyway, though his voice is hardly louder than a mumble. "You know we were a little toxic by the end of last season."

Toxic. Like Daniel is another client looking for 'mental health coaching,' and not someone who used to ride his bike to the beach with Michael when they were 13. Daniel scoffs.

"Oh you mean when I started being shit and lost my job?" He asks with a hollow laugh. "When my whole life was falling apart? Yeah mate, sorry if I was a little less than gracious to you around that time."

You're being unfair, some traitourous niggle at the back of his brain tells him. Knows that 'less than gracious' doesn't even cover it, but- But fuck Michael. None of it stopped himself getting a cushy new job lined up, coming out on top while Daniel found himself fired at thirty-three.

Michael looks at him again, daring to look only halfway apologetic.

"I wasn't your punching bag," He says firmly, like he's already found his second wind. Like he can read Daniel's mind, and after years spent in each other's pockets, he probably can. Can smell cracks in Daniel's resolve from a mile away, like some blood sniffing shark.

I know you, Daniel finds himself wanting to yell, though it wouldn't even make any sense.

Not today. Daniel isn't that guy anymore.

"No, you were my friend," he says, giving the wall next to him two hard slaps with the palm of his hand. "But fuck me I guess, for needing you. Won't make that mistake again."

Let’s talk about Cabin 10. The first thing we learn about them is that they don’t smell bad enough to attract monsters and they aren’t a threat in capture the flag because they’re just laying around braiding each other’s hair . . . Ok, BUT. Most half-bloods have adhd and most of Aphrodite’s children are a bunch of girls and Mitchell. So let’s look at these girls as a shack full of fem-presenting neurodivergents.

• whoever decorated all those pastel beds was probably spazzing out because all her new sisters bring her the connection she craves. Also she was hyperfixating on Barbie 12 Dancing Princesses—that bedroom was the dream.

• Patrick’s mortal dad is so proud of him. SO proud that his son has so much emotional courage.

• Ella has a deep empathy for animals who have been abandoned or forgotten. She hates to see a kitty get overlooked because she’s older or no one takes a pupper home because “pitbulls are mean.” She volunteers at a shelter every weekend and uses her powers to make potential families see what she sees. Also she has some special pink crocs just for cleaning out pens.

• Competitive sports are not their thing. Good for them for collectively not faking an interest and instead spending that time talking about stuff they like. No really, good for them for getting along with their teenage sisters.

• Chloë has ASD and her favorite color is pink. She goes hard. All the things are pink. You go, Chloë. She’s not snuggly like the other girls but literally gives the sweetest, most genuine all-in compliments.

• these girls cannot keep their hands still and need some damn hair to braid. What is dopamine if not having your hair touched or your arm rhythmically scratched by another girl?

• Marguerite loves ballet.

• group runs to starbies because caffeine helps most of them calm down.

• MASSAGE TRAIN!

• one of them watches Barbie Diamond Castle while questioning her sexuality. The girls and Mitchel support her with a cottagecore home reno.

• Victoria is very shy and is never seen without red white and royal blue a classic romance in her hand. Actually, fuck that. She’s super smart and reads a huge range of fiction. She’s also never worn pants. Fuck you, January, it’s not happening. The girl loves her pretty dresses.

• these are huge fangirls but feel a little left out of the Star Wars and marvel crowds. Lacy literally just wants to be left alone with her life-size Taylor Lautner cutout and team Jacob merch. She’s been given shit for her girly and lame interests her whole life.

• Her first week, Chloë is between Marguerite and Rose for massage train. She’s a little nervous about skin to skin but doesn’t want to stand out by saying anything. Her sisters get her feel and leap up and run to get their jade rollers to rub out the shoulder knots. There’s NO WAY their girl is gonna be left out or uncomfy.

• Drew fuckin loves Kibbe typing and is always getting her girls a new top that’s “so flamboyant gamine” and no one knows what she’s talking about.

• Mitchell sings Heart Full of Love in glorious falsetto every shower-hour and everyone is fucking nice about it.

• No one thinks Dove is smart because her dyscalculia is causing her to fail math, biology, and history (she put that the Peleponesion war took place in 3 🤷‍♀️.) BUT Dove loves to draw. For an artist she’s super extroverted and loves taking requests to bringing everyone’s OTPs to life.

• they don’t stink because they’re always gifting each other essential oil blends personalized to each sister’s Mitchell’s vibe.

• they’re universally bad drivers.

• Chloë is amazing with astrology. She’s dead on about sign compatibility because Chloë is a friggin Queen.

• CUDDLE PUDDLE. Proprioception really helps them finish tasks. So yeah, they snuggle while they finish their homework.

• Drew made Dove color coded friendship bracelets to help her remember her right from left. What a pal.

• Orlando is completely masc, was shocked when he wasn’t claimed by Ares or Hephaestus, and took awhile to adjust to the vibe. Turns out masculine beauty is still beautiful, and he has more love inside than anyone is ready for. You go, emotionally mature dudebro.

• Silena was looking at colleges to go into marriage and family counseling.

• Mitchel wants to be a trauma-informed tattoo artist and does beautiful floral work.

• Scarlet gets really attached and has no executive function when it comes to decluttering. Her bunk is covered in stuffed animals and at 15 she sleeps with every single one because she couldn’t bare to hurt their feelings

• dyslexic bitches enjoying red white and royal blue a classic romance audiobook all piled on one bed.

• dyslexic bitches can’t read a price tag.

• Tristan’s favorite song is Steal My Girl. He can’t stop and he won’t stop.

• Synesthete Tristan. He loves that happy teal sound of pop music. The pretty gentle yellow specific to the sound of Ella’s name. The way his crush’s smile smells like lilies.

• Rose has a thing for Y2K. You can pry her low rise jeans and PLL box set from her cold dead hands.

• a documentary about fast fashion made Valentina cry. Sometimes big social injustices make her feel really overwhelmed. They all get super into thrifting.

• Rose and Bella have matching stick’n’pokes of little hearts on their wrists.

• they fucking live for Peppa Pig. Just Rose and Bella. They’re bunk mates and someone had to buy them a headphone splitter because they have no self awareness when they’re jamming on their obsession and the others couldn’t take it anymore.

• That one time Drew made Juliette wear the Shoes of Shame. Juliette committed to a normcore makeover just to pull them off. She’s wearing those janky Reebok’s with knee high tube socks to this day.

• Piper gets mad one day and pulverizes the Golden Mango and serves it with vodka. They’re all in huge trouble. Impulse control is not her thing, man.

• Lacy is just the biggest fuckin vsco girl. Not ironic. Just Lacy. Leave her alone.

• pastel hydroflasks for everyone.

So you see these are not cool girls. They’re well… girly. No matter how much they are underestimated or how much shit they take from the rest of camp they just keep on liking what they like. Aphrodite energy is receptivity, willingness to trust, allowing things to delight you at the risk of looking silly. It’s putting on Clarisse’s armor and running into battle even when you know you’re not the strongest or the scariest. It’s shamelessly crushing on Jason who seems kinda bland to everyone else. It’s watching Ares cry and never looking away because you are so fucking strong. It’s seeing beauty in the beast even when no one else can. It’s believing in the beauty you can’t see. Even when you might get hurt. Whoever you are be it. Suck at sports. Hate fighting. Cry when something “shallow” moves you. Insist they remember Achilles for more than his crimes in grief and anger. Tear up and show it when bae leaves for work. Fucking like Nicolas Sparks. Worship your awkward girlfriend. Squee when your lame song comes on. Buy the I ❤️ Mr. Darcy shirt. You are great. Your passion, tenderness, and idealism are truly badass.

And Round 1 is Done!

PROPAGANDA

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

Kairi Propaganda

"The Kingdom Hearts game series is about Mickey Mouse battling the forces of Darkness with an alliance of fashionable anime boys. Kairi is a major character, and one of the few female characters. She is part of a trio of childhood best friends, with the protagonist Sora and their other friend Riku (who had a villain arc and then a redemption arc). Though Kairi is constantly and clumsily sidelined by the canon narrative, she arguably has more backstory going on than any other major characters. She is a refugee from another planet. She implicitly lost her beloved grandma at five years old in the traumatic destruction of their hometown. She was kidnapped and experimented on by an evil wizard-scientist—she escaped thanks to having a magic charm that basically teleported her to her soulmate(s). Then she had to adjust to living on a new planet and being adopted by a new family. In the very first game, when she's 14, she turns out her pure heart is one of 7 in the entire universe to be free of Darkness—she shows a full emotional spectrum of fear, sadness, frustration, defeat, but she isn't vulnerable to corruption. In KH2, she becomes one of the Chosen Ones who wield a magical weapon called a Keyblade. She loves her friends very much, and she has the unique talent to instantly recognize them even when they've been transformed into monsters. She has saved them several times with nothing but the Power Of Love in her heart randomly manifesting in, like, telepathy and teleportation and resurrection—she doesn't even consciously know that she has powers, her love is just so great that it's accepted as a tangible force of nature. She is frustrated and ashamed by her role as a damsel in distress, and she wishes to be stronger and combat-capable so that she join her male friends on their adventures instead of waiting around where it's safe. Also she was kidnapped by an evil assassin clown who's ten years older than her, and then they became friends. NOT ONLY does the fandom plug its ears and claim there is nothing interesting about this character and no potential in her story—Kairi has been demonized by the fandom for about 20 years. Somehow Kairi is useless and boring while also being a Mary Sue at the same time. She was called a bitch and a slut and a whore. She was hated for wearing too much pink and wielding a girly weapon with a floral design. She was criticized as a slut for wearing a short skirt, and for THE PLAYER being able to manipulate the camera into a contrived angle to look up her skirt to see her panties in the first edition of KH2. You can find nearly 20-year-old fanfiction and fanart of her being twisted into an evil schemer driving her friends apart, and of her being gleefully brutalized and insulted. Haters STILL comb for every crumb to make elaborate anti-canon theories about why she's an agent of evil, even though canon has FIRMLY ESTABLISHED for TWENTY YEARS since the very beginning that she's THE ONE CHARACTER incapable of growing Darkness in her heart. The theory is that she exists only as a puppet sent by the main villain to sabotage her friends (the plot for two out of the four main female characters) for all ten years of their friendship. The theory is that she's been using her powers to force her friends to love her—and their Power Of Friendship that is the EMOTIONAL BACKBONE OF THE STORY, and THE MAJOR FORCE OF GOOD IN THEIR UNIVERSE, and THE MOST CONSISTENT MOTIVATION FOR THE HEROES is all Just Misdirection LOL building up to a shitty Plot Twist. The theory is that she's secretly a custom-manufactured Chirithy (a cute talking animal companion that serves and guides humans)—and not a human girl with her own natural feelings and aspirations. AND THEN after stripping her of every important trait and role, these fans claim they're making Kairi more important and interesting than she is in canon. I don't know what causes the fandom to so desperately hate a sweet 14-year-old girl who literally canonically never did anything wrong."

A day otherwise known as Tuesday in a costume cdrama.

I literally started cackling!

So far we are up to two members of heroine’s harem - her cousin and now the human pincushion. This is beginning to resemble the selection menu of topics of p0rn site. Sorry!

I am an ep and a half into Lost You Forever, as you can tell. I went in utterly blind since I literally know nothing about the story except Yang Zi collects a harem of dudes panting for her and everyone suffers.

My impressions:

1. Expensive drama where I can actually see where the budget went unlike with Fei and Anle. It looks gorgeous.

2. I realize eventually she picks the prince played by Deng Wei but so far they are totally setting for her cousin the hostage prince to be her OTP. My inner lover of Victorian novels rejoices.

3. The pace of the backstory was something else, like cliffsnotes on speed. I was literally laughing as yet another adult bit the dust, leaving our heroine and her cousin orphanier and orphanier. Not to mention they’d drop info like “I divorced King of Blah” randomly with me going “I didn’t even know you were married to King of Blah!” You have 70+ eps between the two seasons, surely you can pace yourself.

4. Cousin’s mom who was all “sorry can’t watch you grow up but I miss your dad too much let me off myself in front of you” was a terrible mother but the fact that the dad’s funeral turned into a buy one get two free burial was pretty entertaining. However this leads me to:

5. I loved BBJX and Sound of the Desert, both adapted from Tong Hua’s novels but I have never been able to enjoy reading any of the stuff because her fixation on aesthetics of elegant romantic suffering is so antithetical to my own world view. I see that mom do that and I don’t think beautiful or romantic or tragic I think “selfish idiot.” The whole love above all worth everything even as it hurts others can work for me but it needs a lot to sell me on it, not be assumed as a default.

Anyway, it looks pretty so far and I am utterly unspoiled (because I had no interest in spoiling myself despite the novel being fully translated) so I will keep up for a bit. I will likely not finish because I hate reverse harems as much as I hate harems and that is a lot but for now I am gonna watch.

being on vacay with ur family and charlie sends u THIS!!! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f61214584a9e#1 u’re uncomfortably wet while watching but ure out like at tje beach or something >,< u convince everyone to leave so u can call charlie and jerk off w him otp oml

oh god you're literally drooling at the tent in his pants >___< you try to get ur mind off of it bc you cant do anything about it anyways but your mind keeps going back to how he was jerking himself off and moaning ur name. you make up some excuse about how you're not feeling well and RUNNNN back to the hotel like you've never run before😭

the first thing you tell him when he picks up is how much of a little shit he is >_> he's just innocently smirking while rolling his eyes..giving him joi too UGHH

For the OTP asks - dealer's choice, babe. Gimme one you really want to answer about your faves, together!

[Soft OTP or Self-Ship Asks] 24. Write about your ship cuddling.

Tonight was much too cold in Mordhaus…. Like, abnormally cold. It turned out some klokateers had been involved in an accident which caused most of the power to go out and it took out the heating system too. While normally the backup generators should get things back up and running again, some klokateers that were in charge of that ended up getting themselves hurt as well. It was going to be a very cold night tonight in Mordhaus… 

Skwisgaar was the one suffering the most from the coldness. He was bundled up under his fur blanket and had socks on but it didn’t seem enough. Then again, Skwisgaar normally didn’t bother wearing pajamas… Even in the cold he was laying there shirtless with just some pajama pants on. He was shivering so much underneath the blanket with his eyes closed but because he was shivering so much it was making it hard to relax and go to sleep.

“For fuck’s sake… When ams they going to fix this shit?” he pulled the blanket over his head hoping to get some more heat trapped inside of the blanket to make him feel more comfortable.

“I agrees.” A familiar voice in the darkness said.

“Huh?!” Skwisgaar was startled, he hadn’t heard anyone come into his room. He quickly went from being startled to annoyed - he knew that voice. “Ugh, great. Tokis…”

“Was walking by… Heard your teeths chatterings from outside.” Toki teased. “What kinds of Scandinavian are you? Shouldn’t be toos bad. Gets much colder back home.” 

“...Oh, shuts up. Gots used to the heaters. Don’t likes it beings too colds. Makes it harder to sleeps.” Skwisgaar turned over hoping Toki would just go away and leave him alone.

“Maybes it ams because you ams like a twigs Skwisgaar… That aint’s goings to keeps you warms at all.” Toki continued on. 

“Uuugh… Can yous just get outs if you ammnst goings to help me gets warm?” Skwisgaar was clearly peeved by this situation.

Instead of leaving the room however, Toki actually got closer. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when Skwisgaar felt the weight shift on the bed he turned over to look only to see Toki sitting there.

“The door ams that way!” he pointed towards the exit of his room. 

“Just thinks it ams so funny you ams so cold…What kinds of Swede are yous?” Toki couldn’t help but continue to be tickled by Skwisgaar having such a hard time with the temperature change.

“Oh yeahs… Haha Tokis. Glads you cames in here to get a goods laugh… Cans you just leaves me alone now?” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes at Toki’s words. He wasn’t in the mood to bicker with Toki right now, especially not when he was so cold like this. There was no reason to waste his energy. 

“Just think its sillies…That’s all.” Toki seemed to shrug although he still didn’t budge. He remained sitting at the edge of Skwisgaar’s bed. 

Once again Skwisgaar turned over, hoping this time Toki would take the hint and leave, but instead he felt the weight of his bed shift once more. This time Toki decided to get into bed with Skwisgaar, getting under the covers, and wrapping his arms around him. 

“Whats the fuck?!” Skwisgaar was quick to react when Toki put his arms around him. 

“Body heats! Body heats helps keep you warms.” Toki said, now nuzzling against the back of Skwisgaar’s neck. “Ams helping you warm up, you dildos!” 

“Euugh…” as much as Skwisgaar wanted to pull away and kick Toki out of his room he had to admit that the body heat from Toki felt so nice. He felt so much warmer already… Maybe he will finally be able to get some sleep. 

“Hmm… You smells nice, Skwisgaar. Likes… Hmm, not sures but it ams nice!” Toki was still nuzzling against the back of Skwisgaar’s neck.

Skwisgaar sighed, but he figured he should keep the mean quips to himself right now if he wanted to continue to experience Toki’s warmth. “...Thanks.”

“Welcomes! This ams nice! If you wants we coulds cuddles more oftens… to keeps warm!” Toki exclaimed. 

“Uh, yeahs. To keep warms.” Skwisgaar had to emphasize it was solely to keep warm, there was no way he wanted to imply anything else even though the body contact wasn’t just warming his body, but maybe even his heart too. The thought alone was enough to make Skwisgaar want to throw up - there’s no way he’d ever admit it. Not to himself, and especially not to Toki. 

Skwisgaar’s body finally relaxed now, he wasn’t used to ‘hugging’ or ‘cuddling’ or any of those softer kinds of touches. He leaned back more against Toki seeking more of his warmth. Now his legs were tucked in more trying to get Toki to wrap his legs around him too. Toki seemed to get the hint and wrapped his legs around Skwisgaar to add even more warmth to him. 

Toki seemed to be humming happily to himself, he had been wanting to be close to Skwisgaar like this for a long time but he was worried if he talked too much Skwisgaar would kick him out so instead he just remained silent as they continued to embrace. 

Now that Skwisgaar was feeling warmer, he started to finally doze off until yet another voice was heard - how many people were going to just walk in without knocking?

“What in the homosexchual is going on here?!” of course it was Murderface. 

“Ams keepings Skwisgaar warms!” Toki was still clinging to Skwisgaar.

Now Skwisgaar was trying to push Toki away. “Onlys because I was freezings! You knows… The heaters was outs. So… Tokis came and… but it’s just to keeps warms! Like winters survival!” Skwisgaar was frantically trying to explain this situation. He couldn’t have Murderface tell Nathan and Pickles something different.

“....Whatever. Powers back on so I’m gonna ask Jean-Pierre to make us some food. Was gonna ask if you two wanted to join, but I schee you’re busy.” Murderface said with a smirk. 

Skwisgaar knew that look, he was definitely going to go and tell Nathan and Pickles about this. 

Toki decided a snack sounded good so he got up to go and join Murderface. 

“Eughh….” Skwisgaar groaned as he stared up at the ceiling. Why did the power have to go out? Why did Toki have to come check in on him? This would be added to the things that kept him up at night.

👋🏿 for your 2nd January Prompts.

Scenario: 4. Your OTP both not feeling well and calling in take out to eat in their sweatshirts and pj pants.

Dialogue: 3. "how come you always end up under my blanket?" With......Oliver!

Happy Writing!

A/N - HOORAY STELLA! This is gonna have cute all over it for Oliver! Thanks for requesting it my dear!

Lazy

Summary - You felt bad for getting your husband sick. Oliver, however, don't seem to mind it too much

Warnings - Just some fluffiness sprinkled in this one :)

It was the rays of the sunlight that woke you first, having you grimace in your warmth that was both from being under the comforter of your bed and being in the arms of your husband. Yet when you moved, he grunted and tried to keep you against him, making you swat his arm.

"Come off it, luv. I need to get us some tea and some herbs," You hummed to him as you looked at your watch on the nightstand, "Bloody hell, it's already 11:30"

"Let's get lunch then," Oliver grumbled against your neck as you sighed and rubbed your eyes, "I've been cravin' some Pizza,"

"Not with your stomach you're not getting it," You reasoned as you finally pulled off his arm around you like a suctioned octopus leg. Oliver groaned as he dove his head over the cover to hide from the sunlight pouring into your little bedroom, "Come on, Oli. I'll open the window and you shower. I'll call for some soup and bread, and I'll brew us some tea. I might as well since I'm the one who got you sick."

"I told ya before, it's not yer fault. Those kids carry the germs!" Oliver said under the covers. You giggled, reaching over to throw off the comforter and see him squint from the light hitting his face.

"Still, I feel bad my students got me sick, just to get you sick. So go take a shower and change the sheets, I'll order us food and make some tea, deal?" You asked with a raised tone, Oliver grinning as he rose up on his knees and knelt in front of you while he was still on the couch. He did look rather adorable in his old Gryffindor Quidditch sweatpants, his hair tousled and pushed out of his eyes, and the clear evidence of him riding out the cold and sniffles he's had for the past few days. You felt him reach up to frame your face with his calloused fingers and cool palm while he were in your own Quidditch sweatpants and training shirt.

"I'm a yer command, my dear," He hummed, his voice still scratchy with a hint of grogginess to it as you pecked his lips a few times. He was about to pull you in with one arm around your curves when you chuckled and pushed him back on the bed. He bounced, laughter on his lips as you grabbed a sweatshirt to throw on and tip toe out of the room. You could hear him tearing down the bedsheets and humming to himself as you made it to the tiny kitchen and took out your phone, already knowing what to order while you got out your tea bags and a fresh kettle of water on the stove.

You were an after school teacher to 5 and 6 years old at the local Muggle town you and Oliver were living in, a small little town that was not too far away from the city and not too far away from the Magical communities in the countryside. Ever since the war, more Magical families were steering out to be amongst the Muggles since it was no longer shamed up or dangerous. With Voldermort gone and his followers once again fleeing to the shadows, things felt a lot safer and easier for the rest of the Wizarding community. The first thing you and Oliver did was move out into a small little town, traveling distance to your families and yet out of site from the linger gossip that was still there about Voldemort.

Teaching little ones was a blessing for you, taking over at the local primary school in the afternoon to watch the children until their parents came to get them from work. Of course, you never used magic in front of Muggles, but you never minded bringing some wonder and joy to them in Arts and Crafts and outdoor exploring in the countryside. Before you knew it, you were becoming popular with the children and their parents, which made you happy since you were hesitant if you wanted to have your own children down the road with Oliver. Oliver was still on the Reserved team for Puddlemore, though he was branching out to do more Quidditch reporting for the Daily Prophet. He even had to Apparate to the Ministry of Magic a few times a month to turn in his reports and pieces he would write, giving him a good chunk of change for the pair of you.

But of course, working with children came with a price: catching their germs.

You hung up the phone and grinned, knowing your soup would arrive to your doorstep within the next 20 minutes since the local restaurants down the road had the best Chicken Noodle Soup. They knew of you and Oliver, finding you two an adorable couple, and they were going to deliver the soup fresh. Hearing the kettle sing, you turned off the burner and poured out the water into the two awaiting cups. Back in your bedroom room, you could hear Oliver playing a Vinyl on your record player, instantly lifting your mood since Oliver was entranced with the device. You grabbed the two hot mugs and walked back to the bedroom, peering in to see Oliver smoothing out a fresh set of sheets for your bed and then tossing the comforter back on. You had to roll your eyes.

"Really?" You asked, waltzing in as you handed him his cup of tea.

"It's not like we're gonna not sleep it in again," Oliver reasoned with a shrug then taking the quilt that was at the end of the bed to drape over the pair of you.

"How come you always end up under my blanket?" You asked him with amusement as you gestured to the quilt that he placed over your own legs as you joined him on the bed, "This is actually mine, you know, my mum made it for me!"

"It's cozy and it's warm," Oliver explained while you took a sip from your mug, tasting the warm herbs and the soothing flavors on your tongue, "I've always liked this blanket, plus it's always brought us luck,"

"How?" You question him.

"Well for one, you got this on your graduation day from Hogwarts, and that was the day I proposed to you," He explained to you, having you grin, "And It the first thing we brought with us to this little place we have here. And, it had your odl Quidditch shirt sewn in it,"

Your mother wanted to give to you on the day you graduated from Hogwarts, presenting it to you as you met with her and your father on the Hogwarts lawn in the early June afternoon. Your old Quidditch training shirts were sewn in the squares, a few dating back to when you first joined the team your second year as a swing Chaser. But you worked your way up to being Second Captain, behind Oliver of course who was beaming with pride on that day too when you showed him. The stitching in the fabric, the thickness of it too, you knew your mother worked hard to make it perfect.

And it was.

"Let's finish our tea before our soup comes in the next few minutes, and we can relax in bed for the day," Oliver explained as you both were sipping your tea, "We haven't had a day together in a few weeks any who,"

"Just don't spill on the bed then," You teased, Oliver wrapping an arm around your shoulders to have you lean against him and the midday sun pouring into your little window. Life still crept day, even after the war at Hogwarts and loosing some loved one along the way. all you could do was take each day, Oliver next to you with his hand holding yours, and make sure you never looked back.

And as your soup was delivered and you both fed each other in your bed, giggling every once in awhile at how Oliver nearly spilled the hot soup on your sheet, you knew the that were were lighter days ahead.

Oliver had your days lighter, and he always will.

The End.

January Prompt Part 2.

Is there a way to make the imprinting not so bad? I can see how a species might have it as a way to pass on superior genes and all,but maybe just not have the whole. revolve around their imprint... and not when theyre a baby or kid... like it would make sense if they were at least sexually um i forgot what its called. like. mature yes. although i guess humans are technically sexually mature quite young alr :/ damn it!!

Well, the concept of imprinting is that bad. That person becomes your one and all, the one you have to be with. It's the soulmate trope, only where Ao3 authors make their OTP find writing on their forearms, Meyer had teenagers look lovingly at toddlers, "She's the one."

As it is, we already have canon insisting it's not bad at all, nothing inherently sexual about Jacob and Quill's imprints on Renesmee and Jacob, it's just that Jacob gave Renesmee a promise ring when she was three months old and he will always, for the rest of his life, depend on seeing her as much as possible in order to function.

Plenty of people make excuses for imprinting already, so if you take their arguments at face value then sure, imprinting's not bad at all.

As it is, making imprinting less bad would mean one of two things: one, we make it more palatable while failing to fix the problem:

Jacob imprints on Renesmee: she's not sexually mature, so he's not going to feel anything but fond big brother feelings until she gets there. This is already canon, but with extra steps.

Jacob looks at Renesmee, doesn't imprint, seven years later she's sexually mature and he does imprint: now Renesmee's experiencing the same as every other adolescent girl experiences when her parents' male friend who's watched her grow up suddenly discovers she's a woman.

Jacob and Renesmee start dating of their own accord, they fall in love, and Jacob imprints: now we're where we are with Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, and Paul and Rachel, which is that Jacob is completely dependent on her and she can never break up because it would kill him.

So, no good.

The other option is that there's no mystical bond tying them together, they both have the choice to step away from the relationship. Imprinting just means you're really, stupidly attracted to someone, 10/10 would go for it, but you can choose not to.

But now we're looking at a very different beast from imprinting, one where commitment won't be a thing at all because if imprinting worked like this I imagine the individual shifter would be able to imprint several times. There's no concept of imprinting for that matter, just Jared not being able to keep in his pants and holy god does he have a lot of kids running around.

Our boi Bob für den character ask? 👀

xoxo

1: sexuality headcanon

Bob invented being bisexual

2: otp

PB&J

3: brotp

Jelena also lowkey Mathilda

4: notp

Jelena and Lesley

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Bobs gonna go study Journalism in Boston and in the beginning he takes the t3i split the easiest but later on he considers quitting several times bc he needs his investigaytors back

6: favorite line from this character

"Mensch Just, du bist doch sonst so helle. Er meint den Rolls Royce"

7: one way in which I relate to this character

His love for music <3

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

How awkward he gets around Sheila 😭 keep it in your pants

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Problematic cinnamon roll

15, 18, 20 for Donnie/Astarion AND 1, 5, 8 for Donnie/Raphael >:3c

OTP Questions!

Donnie and Astarion

15. Who would discreetly pinch the other one’s butt in public? 

Donnie is pretty respectful of Astarion's personal space and tends to keep his hands to himself in public, after they're closer though the vampire's hand practically lives on Donnie's ass. He is slipping his hand into the back pocket of the tieflings pants like 9 outta 10 times. You can tell if he's teasing him because Donnie's tail will twitch.

18. Who takes longer getting ready? 

I think they're both pretty fastidious about getting dressed and ready to go out but Astarion is frozen in and doesn't have hooves, horns and fur to take care of every morning. Donnie takes longer, but Astarion helps him out.

20. Who points at a dog when they see it?

Donnie's biggest secret is he loves cute things so if he see's a dog he WILL point it out and expects Astarion to comment on said cute dog. If Astarion see's a dog he will point it out because then he gets to see Donnie's big beaming smile when he looks at said dog

Donnie and Raphael.

1. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Raphael strikes me as the kind of guy to order the same thing on the menu at a familiar restaurant [the most expensive] whenever he goes out, devils don't need to eat so its mostly a flex of wealth. So Donnie will usually beat him to the ordering and do it for him if only to piss him off.

5. Who wakes up first?

devils don't need to sleep often so i imagine in most cases Raphael wont even go to sleep and will just leave Donnie dozing away, if he does sleep i think he sleeps deeply[its stated the longer a fiend puts off sleep the longer they'll have to stay asleep in some of the lore] in those cases Donnie wakes up before him as he's a naturally early riser

8. Who has bigger cravings? 

depends on what your definition of "craving" is, they both crave power and prestige and are willing to do terrible things to get at it. In au's where Donnie has himself become a devil he specifically craves love, adoration and attention and can become extremely violent if denied the affection he believes he deserves to the point even Raphael has trouble handling him at times

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

💄 Do you wear makeup?

happy weekend queen!!

Thanks darling, hope you had a great weekend, too! 💕

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

I have a rotation of images for my background but for now, it this art from Twitter.

Erasermic is my OTP from My Hero Academia and I’m such a dork LOL

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

In general, probably whatever the color of vomit is. NASTY. I don’t think any further explanation is needed for that ahhaha

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Answered this one here, but depending on the season, I usually like to wear loose pants or denim shorts paired with a crop top/fitted shirt. Keep accessories simple with a necklace and my earrings

💄 Do you wear makeup?

To an extent. Usually on the weekends when I’m going out and want to feel pretty. I keep it simple with eyebrows, mascara, and lipstick that’s a dark plum color. I don’t have much of a need for foundation and prefer to keep my skin bare since I go to the gym most days after work and it’d be a bit much for me to keep up with.

Emoji asks

I'm not gonna go on anon for this. thoughts on Plo x Kit Fisto? ( is that a ship? If not it is now?) This is my revenge for the 104th brain rot you've given me 😂)

BABE!!!! HOLY!ASK HOLY!SHIP! OTP, BABY ♥ Crystaaaaaaaaaaaaal, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ;//////////////////////////////////////////;

PLOKIT, omg. PLOKIT. I swer bestie, I can't do this in a single post with a busted hand. PLOKIT. I SWEAR. I AM TRYING.

PLOKIT.

is the ship that I would gladly die for.

is the ship I am willing to leave my boyfriend for.

is the ship that would end me in an instant.

is the ship of all ships.

BECAUSE OH MY GOD, CRYSTAL. BEABE. PLEASE. This question. THIS. HAS. ME. WEAK. OK?!

The sheer amount of restraint I keep to put Kit and Plo at a RESPECTFUL DISTANCE because I cannot.

If you want absolute fucking entertainment, PloKit tags be your friend. THIS SHIP. IOMG. THIS SHIP IS LIKE. THE HOLY GRAIL FOR ME BESTIE.

IT CAN BE SEXUAL

IT CAN NOT BE SEXUAL

IT IS PURE BANTER

IT IS SILLY

IT IS ALWAYS WHOLESOME

IT IS PERFECTION.

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THESE:

I MEAN LIKE OKAY. WELCOME TO MY BABY GIRLS CLUB?! BECAUSE MY DILF BABY GIRLS OMG. YOU SEE HOW NON-SENSE THIS REPLY IS BECAUSE I CANNOT.

CRYSTAL WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

SEEEEEEEEEE I AM INCOHERENT AND I JUST WANNA IJDLAKJDALKSJDAKSJHDALSJKDAKHDJASLKL

CRYSTAL WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

OKAY SO LIKE OKAY. LET ME ANSWER YOU LIKE A NORMAL PERSON OKAY?>

PLOKIT.

PLO KIT IS EVERYTHING OKAY?

It is beyond pure. It is beyond perfect. It's reverent. It's silly. Because omg Kit poking fun at Plo's age is everything to me. Because they're besties, okay? Because I just want them to ashjksdkasdj all over each other in any way like it can be sexy times or not sexy times.

PLO IS A LITTLE SHIT BOY IN BIG BOY PANTS OKAY? AND KIT IS ALSO SHIT BOY IN SHIT BOY SHORTS. THEY ARE PERFECT, BESTIE. BABE. THEY ARE PERFECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCT. LIKE I AM TELLING YOU. PERFECT.LASKJDSLDJLAKJDALKJDLKL

PROPAGANDA

Alana Propaganda

"this poor woman. every other hannigram fic is “oooh look at alana she’s such a bitch and a slut and she never believed will and she’s stupid”. it’s horrible. she deserves the world"

Kikyo Propaganda

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

29 30 38 for martian :3

ooh these r fun! haven't lingered on Real Martian for a bit.. going to set these in the rbr era!

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

mark jumps first, lightly, because he thinks it would get seb looking at him with an alarmed, deer-in-headlights kinda look, and his face is endlessly funny when his eyes go wide. seb would get over it quickly, though, and one-up mark by jumping higher, and landing harder. and mark, because he's a competitive little shit, would do the same--except, he's bigger, and heavier, and he actually breaks the elevator. they manage to contact the hotel easily enough. seb, with no small amount of amusement, and mark, with a little bit of embarrassment for inconveniencing someone (obviously not for LOSING against seb, he didn't lose against seb, they weren't even competing for anything). the hotel says eta for help is about half an hour while they wait for the mechanic to arrive. maybe it's the confined space of the elevator, the buzzing of the fan above, but they both feel inclined to fill the silence. seb sits on the floor, and mark sits next to him, and they have a conversation about things going on in their lives, places they've hiked, bike routes they've tried, and it's-- nice. it's nice, to talk to seb as a human being, stripped down to their natural selves without all the pretense of their race weekend environment.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

trying to think of a situation where they'd do that. i think it'd be if they were already fucking and familiar with one another, or at least in each other's spheres enough? mark would probably dress seb one of two ways, depending on how intimate they are... the first, if they're not fucking: in a skirt or dress, for kicks, and also because deep down, he's curious. seb looks pretty, though, and mark proceeds to have a sexuality crisis wherein seb is like, i like wearing this, but i'm not a girl. and mark is like, don't you think i know that. seb wouldn't do that, but he'd absolutely make mark do something ridiculous, like wear his red bull shirt and pants backwards and strut out in front of the cameras, or something. the second, if they are fucking: mark dresses seb in his favourite hoodie, and just his favourite hoodie. it's oversized on seb's smaller frame, but he's adorable, almost swaddled in the fabric, with the sleeves covering his hands. it's nice and warm, too, when mark slides his hands underneath to hold seb's waist and gently thumb circles onto soft skin. seb, for his part, would probably tell mark to wear something comfortable because he can't be arsed to do something like this, or else he'd choose a nice dress in mark's size and force him to confront Gender. i am making him confront gender regardless

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

the obvious answer would be that seb's more experimental and mark's more vanilla, so i'm gonna play devil's advocate here. seb likes it when sex matters. he loves the intimacy of it, the way he can be vulnerable with someone, and come back more sure of himself and his partner's affections. it's validation and security, in a way. plus, missionary is hot, especially when feelings are involved, whether he's fucking or being fucked. that's not to say he doesn't like it rough or doesn't like toys, but he's not going to go out of his way to make things super spicy in the bedroom if they're already special enough :) mark's open to the kinkier side, mostly because he thinks seb would look really great in different positions, with different toys. but a smaller, deeper part of him knows it's because he thinks switching it up will mean seb doesn't get bored of him. he's older, not as spry as he used to be--he thinks he needs to keep seb coming back for more. little does he know that as long as he keeps making love to seb and treating him like the only person in the world when they're in bed, seb will melt in his arms every single time.

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