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an independent, selective & very slow activity blog for fandomless oc Milo Bellamy. prioritizing world building and dynamics. please read rules before following & interacting. penned by g, 30+
MUTUALS AND NON-MUTUALS WELCOME SPORADIC ACTIVITY
PERSONALS AND MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
✿ ― 𝗕𝗜𝗢 ✿ ― 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦
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The History of Sound (2025)
after clearing my drafts i only have two things to reply to, but now the inbox really got out of hand lmao that's the next thing i'll do after working on the mumu (thanks y'all for sending things and for your patience on my slow ass)
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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …
✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .
「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver
「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver
「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat
「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh
sir...
i realized i haven't really reblogged any spicy meme on here yet... not sure if i should change that
AAAAAND BOOM, ALL DRAFTS DONE! Now time to focus on my other idiots (tomorrow)
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"hmm what are you doing here?" he yawned, looking at his watch. "it's like...2 in the morning."
“Oh, shit! Sorry, sorry!” Milo said apologetic, rubbing his hands over his face. He didn’t even realize what time it was when he showed up at Joey’s door, he was feeling down and had a little bit too much to drink. “I-I didn’t know where else to go. Sorry, man… I should go home.”
He found himself laughing at the memory, nodding his head slightly when he heard Milo's response. "Not my finest moment, I'll admit, but I learned from my mistakes!" Dex replied, grinning over at his boyfriend. He loved this, loved the way that they could both just be themselves around one another, how they could fully relax together. It was what made him feel rather confident that this was the right place for him to be. Wherever Milo was.
Fortunately, working as a team helped them with the tent and before he knew it, they had finally finished their sleeping quarters for the next few nights. It was nothing fancy, but it would be perfect with the other young man there beside him. He accepted the kiss eagerly, smiling against Milo's lips and gently cupping his cheek for a moment.
"A brilliant plan. It looks beautiful around here, so I'm sure there will be plenty to see." Reaching out, he grabbed Milo's hand and began to move, clipping his water bottle onto the belt loop of his shorts.
The trip was going great so far, and this impromptu getaway from the city was starting to seem like the right decision. Being tourists always brought a thrill for the new things to see and explore, but given both of them lived in big busy cities, at the end of the day it seemed like a normal thing. Getting to know corners that were not touristy was what could make this trip even more memorable —no to mention that being away from the crowd and noise gave them more privacy and time to get to know one another more without other distractions.
He grinned excitedly as they started their way into the trail hand in hand —Milo wasn’t sure where the road would lead, there was no cellphone signal so the GPS wasn’t working, so it’d be a real adventure. “I heard there are so many cool bird species, I’d love to catch ‘em on camera —maybe we even find a wild animal,” he teased, giving his boyfriend a playful squeeze on his hand and a cheek kiss. Honestly, encountering a wild species was not something he was looking forward to.
They walked deep into the forest, so entertained chatting, laughing and observing that neither of them realized how long it had passed. The sun was starting to set, which probably was a sign for them to go back to their tent, but Milo found a shortcut leading down to the river and stopped on his tracks. “Oh, look! Should we take a quick dip into the water before we go back? Well, our feet at least, I don’t wanna walk all soaked up.”
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Milo frowned looking at his limited shirts collection as he slid the hangers one after the other. His clothing style was casual, if he owned two items of fancier clothes was saying a lot. Maybe the place didn’t require a strict dress code, but nothing of what he saw in his closet sparked any kind of classy vibes to wear at a NYC rooftop bar. That clearly wasn’t his style but he didn’t want to look like a total outsider either.
“I dunno, man… Don’t think it’s the kind of place for me.” With a sigh, he turned to Kip offering a shrug. “You go, don’t wanna be a buzzkill.”
Dex watched the other's face for any reactions. Part of him worried that he might have gone a little too far, that he had made Milo uncomfortable in some way, but the smile on his friend's face made him realise that it was hopefully a good thing. A soft smile came over his own lips as he watched Milo, observed him quietly as he so often had done over the years. Ever since they were small, just two innocent little boys running around with no sense of royalty or hierarchy. It had always just been Dex and Milo. No titles, no rules, just them. He wished that it could be the same now, and it was why he had stolen his friend away for this silent, secret celebration.
"I know I didn't need to. I didn't do it because I needed to... I did it because I wanted to. Because you are my best friend in the whole world and I wanted to show you how much you mean to me." There was a slight pause before he heard the question, moving to open it up. "Well.... I wasn't really sure what we should have. So I sort of brought everything?" Dex laughed a little at his own stupidity, retrieving various sandwiches, meats, cheeses, and other delights that would be enough to feed a small army. "And wine, of course."
It wasn’t the first time Dex had called him his best friend —they had said that to one another several times throughout the years, and yet, when the words came out of Dex's lips, Milo couldn’t help but smile fondly at him as his eyes started to get watery. He was told one too many times he was just too sensitive, but there was nothing he could do to change that. Not the way he was looking at his friend with complete affection. His body probably moved faster than his brain at that moment, leaning over to wrap his arms around the other in a tight hug —he couldn’t care less about protocol right then. “Thank you,” he whispered, head practically buried on the other’s neck.
The hug didn't last long. Even though he wanted to stay in that embrace, Milo pulled back after a few seconds, smoothing his clothes and wiping the tears off his eyes. He then cleared his throat, and was just ready to pretend that didn’t happen.
Looking at all the food in display, Milo let out a soft chuckle. “Wow, you did think I would be that hungry?” He teased lightly. “Everything looks delicious, really. I’ve never seen half of those cheeses in my life, so… what do you recommend?”
"Ok, that's a relief." Isabella laughed slightly, not too much but just enough to show her comfort in that moment. "I figured if anyone would, someone who owns a store like this would understand. It's for a colleague, so not someone super close, so I'm kind of toeing the line between professional and sympathetic." She reached out to take the tablet, glancing over the images with a soft smile. "These are beautiful... You definitely have an eye for this stuff..." Her voice was soft, thoughtful as she scanned through the options., and when she saw one she liked, Isabella then turned the screen back to him. "Maybe something like this? That would be perfect."
“Gotcha. I think something minimal and classy would work just fine, you don’t want to overdo it when they’re grieving,” he explained, offering an easy smile. When she started to look at the options and complimented his designs, he couldn't help but smile coyly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, thank you. Glad you liked them,” he said. Still not used to receiving praise for his work, nor in general really. “That’s a perfect choice, actually. If you’d like, I could add more stems for a buffier version, or add a vase instead of being a bouquet.”
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why was he here again? what inspired – what motivated – Bucky to leave the sanctuary of his apartment to walk down a street he didn’t even recognize just to end up in a flower shop of all things? he didn’t typically wander. usually, if Bucky went anywhere at all, he knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing. he didn’t like to leave his apartment unless he absolutely had to; it’s not like Bucky is afraid of going outside or talking to people- it’s just that most of the time, Bucky doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be doing or why he’s supposed to be doing it. he does go out – usually within TJ’s company – but the whole “lockdown” bit he’s been put under really kills any excitement he may have had. most of the time, Bucky feels as though he’s being punished; his therapist would argue that he’s not, but the tracker on his phone would state otherwise. he’s not stupid.
and it’s because of that, that Bucky doesn’t really have any desire to leave unless he’s forced to. leaving his apartment of his own free will is out of character for him – must be something in the drugs TJ gave him. whatever. he doesn’t really care because now that he’s here, he doesn’t really have any reason to just . . . leave.
(not that he has any reason to stay, but hey, at least he has something pretty to look at. he’s not thinking about the flowers either.)
Bucky is back to looking at him again. can’t really seem to stop himself even if he wanted to. maybe he’s been cooped up too long – hasn’t dared to let anyone else into his orbit – and now that he’s put himself into this position, he’s come to realize that he has absolutely no idea how to communicate with another human being outside of pleasantries and family. the drugs he was given prior to his impromptu adventure does not help matters in the least. Bucky can’t seem to latch onto one single thought and it makes him feel even more disoriented than he already is.
when the man answers him, Bucky blinks. the kaleidoscope of colors in his peripheral vision mutes momentarily, only to burst with a wave of stars. he blinks again. once. twice. three times. then, shakes his head. “um-” it’s not quite intellectual, but he is managing to catch up with the conversation he started. he leans a little too heavy to his left – the weight of his arm nearly toppling him over, yet he remains stationary this time. “actually, i’ll just – y’know, settle for one. i don’t really like cemeteries anyways.” he looks more intently at the man in front of him and clears his throat. “sorry – um, is it weird to ask your name or should i just- call you cute flower guy in my head?” oh, boy. well – the whole situation was already a disaster from the start, so he might as well just keep going.
Milo didn’t know if it was because he had already gotten used to the man’s presence or the way he was staring at him (yes, he caught that) that he didn’t find him intimidating anymore. Unlike the initial minutes where he was thinking in all the worst case scenarios, now the man seemed harmless enough and just a bit lost and confused. There was something deep in Milo that wanted to do the best he could to help him —whether it was choosing the flowers he needed for the bouquet or anything else. He was told he was empathetic, and even though sometimes this has turned out to be counterproductive for him coming back to bite his ass, he could not ignore the signs of a cry for help.
All this could also be part of Milo’s imagination, though. Either way, he could not stand there arm crossed and do nothing.
When the man spoke again, saying he didn’t like cemeteries, Milo nodded in agreement, offering a tiny smile. He couldn’t say it was exactly a split ratio, but just as his job involved making arrangements for gifts or weddings, flowers were also a big part in funerals. That was the part he didn’t like, but at least he felt he could offer something that brought some sort of comfort to a grieving person. “Gotcha, let’s focus on one pretty bouquet then.” He was ready to offer the man some options when he spoke again, the compliment taking him completely aback. He wasn’t good at receiving compliments, let alone from a stranger, so his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink was bound to happen.
Milo hoped the other wouldn’t notice, but he made his nervousness completely obvious when a chuckle escaped him. He looked down at the floor as he rubbed his bare earlobe. “Oh, I, um… My name’s Milo,” he finally said, looking up at the other. Should he ask for his name too? It would only be fair considering, but would it be weird? “But you can, um, call me whatever you want.” Geez, what the hell was that? He was making it worse. “Okay, that sounded terrible, sorry. So, um, the flowers! Did you like those…?” He trailed off, as if waiting for the other to fill in the blanks of his name. In Milo’s head that was the obvious route but people weren’t inside his head to decipher what he meant if he didn’t communicate it.
Jud gave a small laugh at that. "I do, I definitely do know what you mean. There's many out there who I'd argue maybe aren't in the best line of work, but..." He trailed off and gave a small shrug of his shoulders, not wanting to say anything that might sound too bad. His own predecessor was certainly one of the ones who he would say was not fit for the position.
"A florist? That sounds very cool. I always admire anyone who can take nature's beauty and create something even more impressive." Jud watched Milo for a few moments, a soft, kind smile on his face. "Oh, while I certainly appreciate the offer, I feel like that'd be something of an abuse of my position. Thank you all the same, though."
“Couldn’t agree more.” Milo offered a knowing smile at Father Jud’s comment. He could name quite a few people that were not fit for their jobs independently of their work field, but it was worse (or more evident at least) when you were supposed to interact with people regularly and had no empathy. Fortunately, the man in front of him seemed like the opposite of the stereotypes he had heard of.
“That’s very nice of you to say. Flowers and plants are beautiful on their own, I just do my best for people to appreciate them more and fall in love with them as I do. Guess that’s not that far from what you do at the end of the day, right?” When the other spoke again, he waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, please! It wouldn’t be like that, it’s my treat. But, I understand. The offer still stands, though.”
