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bellaxgiornata · 5 months ago

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You Are My Sunshine [4]

Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word count: 4.1k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; sunshine!Reader/grumpy!Jax (somewhat), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, canon divergent, canon typical violence (more tags to possibly come)

a/n: I am still ill over here, so enjoy the next part that was written thanks to sickness! Part five is also written and I think y'all are really going to enjoy that one... Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

tag list: @mariamadison6-blog @moongirlgodness @kmc1989 @thedreadandthefugitivemind

During Honest Coffee’s usual mid-morning lull, you’d situated yourself at a table by one of your shop’s front windows. With your laptop sitting in front of you and a freshly made vanilla latte to your left, you had been ready to get some work done during the brief downtime. Currently, you were focused on ordering inventory for the coffee shop–fresh roasted beans from a roastery just outside of Charming, coffee syrups that were low, paper cups, coffee sleeves, and napkins. Because somehow you were always out of napkins.

Absently you reached for your latte, bringing the ceramic mug to your lips for a drink as your eyes remained fixed on your laptop screen. But as you worked, you could still hear the noise from across the street over the quiet, ambient music playing in the shop. Swallowing down your coffee, you lowered the mug back to the table and glanced out of the window to your right. Teller-Morrow Automotive actually looked busy today with all of the men working on something inside of the garage. Usually, you could always spot a few of the men hanging around out front smoking and talking to each other for half the day. But one particular individual across the street easily stood out amongst the men and caught your eye.

You’d come to recognize Jax’s particular gait over the past couple of weeks ever since you’d met him. Even if his blonde, slicked back hair always set him apart from the others and already gave him away, his walk completely distinguished him from the rest of the men across the street. He moved with a confident, cocky swagger as if he thought he was untouchable. Undeniably, he had a presence that was hard to miss even from this distance.

As your eyes followed his figure, watching the way he strode out of the garage’s office and through the parking lot, you saw him saunter towards the clubhouse by himself. And that was when you realized you were once again observing him through the window of your shop, oddly drawn to him ever since he’d first wandered into Honest Coffee the other week. You couldn’t seem to help yourself from curiously watching him, as if he was some sort of enigma you were intent to unravel.

His hands reached inside his kutte, your eyes following as they did. And then you realized what he was doing–smoking. Again. Because when wasn’t the man smoking whenever you’d found yourself looking across the street? He always seemed to have a cigarette between his lips or in his hand and a surly expression permanently drawn across his face. Not that it should matter to you what he was doing or how irritable he often appeared after the way he’d spoken to you just a few nights ago. He probably shouldn’t have even remotely been on your mind after that because he had been rude. There was no denying that.

The initial reaction you’d had to Jax’s attitude when he had called you a fake that night, claiming your kindness was all for show, had been a strong urge to tell him off. To defend yourself against the awful picture he apparently had created of you in his mind. To tell him he was wrong about you. But you also knew that nothing you said would have changed his opinion in that moment, not with the anger you’d felt practically rolling off of him in waves. But the real reason you had refrained from saying anything with a bite in return was because you’d quickly come to the conclusion as to why he’d probably said all of those awful things to you.

You weren’t an idiot. You’d noticed when he’d first come in and sat at the counter that he smelled like alcohol, which meant he had probably been drinking over at that clubhouse of his before he’d stopped inside of your shop. And you’d also noticed that he seemed to be itching for a fight from the moment he’d walked in, and you had a feeling that itch really had nothing to do with you at all. Particularly because his default state seemed to be naturally pissed ever since you’d started paying attention to him. Even now as he leaned against the side of the clubhouse alone, his body appeared tense and stiff as he took a drag on his cigarette.

Focusing back on your laptop screen before Jax could possibly catch you staring at him, your mind once more replayed the interaction from the other night. You'd been doing that a few times since then, trying to make sense of what had happened. Because there was absolutely no way you’d actually done anything that would’ve truly made him that mad at you in the few short times you’d spoken to him. You’d been yourself with him that night, nothing different than the other two times he’d stopped inside. You were friendly and kind like you always aimed to be with everyone. But for some reason that had just made him even angrier. You figured you must’ve just been the unfortunate one in his path that night who’d gotten the brunt of his anger.

But why did your kindness bother him so much? Why did it make him so furious that you were friendly to him? Did he really feel that undeserving of it?

Scrolling through the site on your laptop you’d been ordering inventory from, you could hardly pay attention to what you were looking at anymore. Instead, you found yourself wondering why he always looked so angry and hurt. What was going on inside Jax Teller’s head? What put that permanent little crease between his brows and the scowl on his face? What made him so tense and desperate to fight everyone?

Despite how most people probably viewed him, you couldn't help but to be curious about him. You knew he had a criminal record and was the leader of an outlaw motorcycle club, and he’d made it quite clear what he’d thought of you the other night–because you were sure there was at least some truth in the things he’d snapped at you–so you knew you shouldn't be tempted to get to know the man beneath that hard exterior. It seemed foolish and impossible.

But for some reason, that didn’t deter you.

Truthfully, it wasn’t his famed charm that you’d witnessed or the fact that he was easily one of the most attractive men you’d ever met that had you tempted to get closer to him–to figure him out. It was whatever you saw lingering in the depths behind those sad, haunted blue eyes of his that you couldn’t get out of your head. You kept catching yourself watching him across the street lately, drawn to the sight of his tense and rigid figure whenever you saw him out there. You could tell there was something hiding just beneath the surface of him, something just barely concealed. You’d caught it the first time he’d walked into your shop over a week ago when you were closed, and it had been staring you dead in the eyes the other night when he’d leaned over the counter and practically snarled at you. It was something that looked a lot like a broken, lonely man in pain.

Despite his attempts the other night, he hadn’t scared you off with his behavior. If anything, once you’d recovered from his hurtful words and realized why he’d said them, you’d only found yourself more drawn in. He was like a wild animal stuck in a trap, snapping at anyone who got too close, incapable of telling the difference between friend or foe. You figured the closer you got, the harder he'd probably fight you, too. But you weren’t ready to give up on him just yet, not if you could still find some way to get through to him. Because it looked like he was in desperate need of some compassion and understanding, even if he had no idea how much he needed it. Something you’d felt familiar with once upon a time.

“Cookie!”

Your head snapped up unexpectedly at the small, excited voice as it broke through your thoughts. Eyes darting over the top of your laptop, you saw Abel waving at you with a big smile on his face as he held onto Gemma’s hand. A wide smile broke out across your own face, your hand reaching up to close your laptop before you rose out of your chair.

“Hey buddy!” you greeted warmly, your eyes rising up to focus on Gemma next. “Good morning, Gemma.”

“How are you doing today, sweetheart?” she asked.

Shrugging a shoulder as you walked over to the pair, you watched as Mia made her way behind the register. As usual, she was cautiously eyeing Gemma as she waited to take her order.

“I'm good, just working on ordering some boring inventory. Which makes you both a welcome distraction,” you answered as you stopped in front of them. Giving Abel another smile, you asked, “How're the two of you this morning?”

“Had better mornings, that's for sure,” Gemma muttered.

You knew that tone. It was the same one she’d had whenever she’d come in during Jax’s time in Stockton for the few months your shop had been open. She clearly wanted to sit down and have a chat and distract herself from whatever was going on. But of course she would never openly admit to it. Something it appeared Jax had inherited from his mother–an incapability to just ask for what they needed.

“You want me to let Abel pick out a cookie while you get your coffee?” you asked her. “He can come color at my table for a bit if you want to stay and drink your coffee here. I've even gotten some new coloring books.” Looking down at Abel, you sent him a wide grin. “Found some fun motorcycle ones just for you, buddy.”

Gemma nodded, smiling at you as she released Abel's hand. “Yeah, I got a little time,” she replied as Abel made his way over towards you. “Wouldn’t mind some female company. Gettin’ tired of all the testosterone over there this morning, anyway.”

You caught the way she shot a glare back over shoulder across the street. Whether she was irritated with the garage or the club, you couldn’t tell. Before you could think much more about it, Abel was already at your side, his little hand reaching up towards yours as he smiled up at you.

Your attention quickly shifted to helping Abel pick out a cookie for the day–a chocolate brownie one–before you led him over towards the table you’d been working at. Settling him into a booster seat, you gave him one of the new coloring books you had gotten and a pack of crayons, enjoying the way his eyes lit up as he ate his cookie. Gemma began to make her way over towards the pair of you with a coffee in her hand, a genuine smile on her face as she kept her focus on Abel.

For the next half hour, you sat at the little table by the shop’s front window with Gemma and Abel. You helped Abel color in a picture of a man riding on a motorcycle as you tried to teach him what color each crayon was, occasionally making light conversation with Gemma. When Abel finally began scribbling big, looping swirls over the motorcyclist in the coloring book with a black crayon, you caught the way he kept referring to him as ‘dada.’ For some reason that had you wondering what Jax was like as a father.

What was he like when he was with his son? Because you knew he spent time with him. Did that rage follow him home, or did he find some comfort in Abel? Judging by how happy Abel was and how Gemma had talked about Jax from her previous visits to the shop, you had a feeling he was actually a fairly active father–considering what he did with most of his time. So did he ever color with Abel? Sing songs with him? Read him bedtime stories as he tucked him into bed at night? Was he the one getting his hands dirty with snot-covered tissues whenever Abel fell ill?

As your mind pondered the image of Jax at home with Abel, Gemma sat back at the table and quietly observed you with her grandson. Silently she drank her coffee, but those watchful eyes of hers studying you eventually became impossible to ignore. Glancing up at her, a crayon still in your hand, you paused what you were coloring as you met her gaze.

“You’re good with him,” Gemma pointed out.

No longer drawing a sun on the coloring page, you examined the curious look on her face. She wasn’t exactly smiling, but she didn’t seem displeased, either. But her expression was impossible to read, one you hadn’t really noticed on her face in all the times that she’d visited in the past. It almost looked calculating.

“He’s sweet,” you answered with a half-shrug. “And I like kids.”

“Sweetheart, I find it hard to believe you could ever meet someone you didn’t like,” Gemma teased, the corner of her lips curling upward. Though the smile vanished almost immediately, that odd expression returning to her face. “So how come a nice woman like you hasn’t settled down yet? How are you not married?”

Brows furrowing together faintly at the question, you set the yellow crayon down on the table and focused on Gemma. Abel continued scribbling his big, loopy, colorful marks with a concentrated expression on his face. He clearly was not paying attention to the current topic of conversation.

“I just haven’t met my person, I guess,” you answered simply.

Across the table, Gemma immediately pulled a face at that answer. As if that was the strangest response she could have received to that question.

“Your person?” she asked skeptically. “What’s that supposed to mean, sweetheart? I’m sure you could find plenty of guys who’d bend over backwards for you.”

“I guess, maybe. I probably could find a man to marry if I wanted to just get married,” you agreed slowly, wondering why she was asking about this. She never had in the past. “But I only intend to get married once. Marriage means something to me. So, I want to find the right person, not just any person. Someone I could see myself spending my life with, growing old with. Someone who just…fits.”’

Gemma raised an eyebrow back at you, a skeptical look on her face as she finished up her coffee. Setting the empty mug back down, she studied you for a moment before speaking. “Are you that picky then? You mean to tell me no one has measured up to your standards?”

Settling back in your chair, you shook your head. “I wouldn’t say it’s because of my standards, it’s more of a…feeling that I’m looking for.”

An amused scoff fell out of Gemma before she was smiling incredulously back at you. “A feeling? You some kinda hopeless romantic, sweetheart? Thinking some big, crazy love exists out there? A soulmate or something?”

“I wouldn’t say I believe in soulmates, but I feel like there are people who just, I don’t know, get you?” you answered. “Like someone who can actually see you through everything on the outside.”

Head tilting curiously to the side at the expression that had just flickered across Gemma’s face, your eyes narrowed slightly. Had you just touched on a nerve? You’d known about her first husband–Jax’s father–passing a long time ago, and you knew she’d recently separated from Clay. But was there someone else in the picture?

“You ever meet anyone like that?” you asked carefully. “Someone who just fit?”

Gemma shifted in her chair, her gaze darting across the street to the clubhouse for a minute. There was a long pause before that wall visibly drew itself back up across her face and she returned her attention to you.

“Naw, sweetheart,” she began, “life doesn’t afford me the luxury of something like that.”

Before you could open your mouth to say more, she was pushing her chair back and gathering up the crayons on the table. Yeah, you’d definitely touched on something, but you knew better than to push.

“Heading back to work already?” you asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, stuffing the crayons back in the box. “Got some shit to finish up at the office.”

Chewing your lip, you glanced across the street once more. Jax looked like he was in some sort of intense discussion with a few of the other Sons in the lot. He didn’t look any more pissed off than usual, but he didn’t look happy, either. An idea slowly began forming in your mind and you rose from your chair abruptly.

“Can I have you wait just a moment before you go?” you asked Gemma.

She glanced up at you, pausing in her cleanup of the crayons as her eyes narrowed at the hopeful expression on your face.

“What for?” she asked cautiously.

Shrugging a shoulder, you figured you’d tell her some of the truth. Because you knew she’d see exactly what you were doing anyway–quite literally.

“To…deliver a message for me?” you asked. When she shot you a hard look, you quickly added on, “Technically a coffee, but also a message.”

She paused for a moment, closing the crayon box as her lips pursed into a thin line. You were expecting her to tell you no in some form, but then after a moment she answered.

“Sure, sweetheart,” she replied, eyes darting back up to you. “I can deliver your message to Jax. But I think a girl like you should know better than to be vying for that boy’s attention. He definitely isn’t your…person. He’s not exactly the type to be anyone’s person.”

A look of confusion passed over your face before you realized what she was getting at. Laughing softly, you shook your head. “No, that’s not–I’m not interested in him like that,” you told her. “We just…had a discussion that I feel like wasn’t finished.”

“Uh huh. Sure you did, sweetheart,” Gemma replied, disbelief in her tone.

Brows furrowing at that comment, you decided not to ask her more about what that meant. Instead, you headed behind the counter to work on brewing a cup of coffee.

“Did you not hear a goddamned word I said to you the other day?”

Jax’s expression fell, his eyes closing slowly as he heard his mother’s irritated voice coming from behind him. She was the last person he wanted to deal with right now. Pulling the cigarette out from between his lips, he blew out a cloud of smoke as he turned around. But the sharp comment he’d been about to snap out died on his tongue the moment he spotted Abel beside her, happily flapping around a piece of paper that it looked like he colored.

“What the hell are you on about now, Ma?” Jax grumbled as he focused back on her.

Gemma thrust out the coffee cup in her hand towards Jax. She nodded her head at the cup, a look on her face as if he should know what that meant. He pulled a face in response, his annoyance increasing rapidly as he gestured a hand at the coffee.

“The hell are you getting at?” he pressed. “She give you too many fucking smiles today? What's this gotta do with me?”

His mother’s eyes narrowed back at him, that knowing look on her face not disappearing. “She asked me to bring you this, Jackson,” she answered sharply. “Free of charge.”

Confusion flooded Jax at her comment, his eyes dropping down to the coffee cup in Gemma's hand again. You’d sent over a cup of coffee for him? For free? After how he’d treated you the other night? How he had insulted you, tried to intimidate you?

What the actual fuck?

Gemma spun the cup around in her hands, the movement catching Jax’s eyes before he spotted the familiar black ink on the side of it. The same script from his previous cup you’d given him adorned the side of this one. You’d written him a message again. This one simply said: ‘Everyone deserves kindness.’ You’d underlined ‘everyone’ several times and even drawn a little sun next to the writing.

For a minute, all he could do was stand there in front of the clubhouse, his cigarette momentarily forgotten between his fingers as he stared at the writing on the paper cup. He was completely dumbfounded. Were you…trying to tell him that you somehow still found him deserving of that kindness despite him having been an enormous asshole to you?

How did that even make sense?

“I told you to stop going over there and flirting with the sweet owner,” Gemma chastised. “Now here she is sending you free coffees with cute little messages.”

Jax shook his head slowly, his eyes still transfixed on your handwriting. “No, that's not what happened,” he admitted. “I'd gone over there the other night after drinking at the clubhouse. Was pissed and then I saw her through the windows closing up. I was an asshole to her. Said some shitty things.”

“Goddammit, Jackson,” Gemma muttered in frustration. “You mean you picked a fight with her? Jesus Christ.”

She thrust the cup towards Jax forcefully and he instinctively reached up, grabbing the warm drink in his hands as a bit of it sloshed up onto the lid. When his gaze met Gemma’s, he saw how pissed she was. The guilt from the other night immediately started filling him.

“Don't ruin this coffee shop for me, Jackson,” she ordered. “It's got good coffee and it's a quiet place within walking distance of this garage. It's a nice escape some days.” Her hand gestured down to the paper in Abel's hand. “She even stocks coloring books just for Abel's visits. She claims it's for all the kids there, but it's obvious she does it for your son.”

Jax’s brows knitted together at that before he glanced down at the colored picture in his son's hands. When he saw his dad looking, Abel held the page up for Jax to see. It was a man riding a motorcycle that Abel had clearly scribbled all over, but in the corner of the page was a little yellow sun. One that looked exactly like the one on his coffee cup.

Some unexpected and unknown feeling washed over Jax in that moment. You had been over in your shop for how many months now buying coloring books and coloring with his son whenever Gemma brought him? You didn't have to do that. Just like you didn't have to give him the free cookie you apparently always had for him whenever he stopped in. That was all…nice. Genuinely fucking nice.

Goddammit, now he felt like an even bigger jackass after what he'd said to you.

“You want to get laid,” Gemma continued harshly, grabbing Abel's hand, “you have plenty of options, Jackson. The coffee shop across the street is not one of them.”

“That isn't–”

The scowl Gemma sent him over her shoulder as she headed back to the garage's office had Jax quieting instantly. Clearly she wasn't going to believe him. But that's not what he'd been trying to do with you.

With a frustrated sigh, he focused back down on the coffee in his hand. He wasn't sure what to do with it. He didn't feel like he deserved it after how he'd been such a prick to you the other night, but somehow tossing it untouched into the garbage made him feel like an even bigger dick.

His eyes slowly made their way across the street, finding you in your shop through the large windows. You were talking and smiling at some woman sitting at a table. A bolt of regret shot through him at how he'd managed to knock that smile off your face with just his words.

“Maybe I was wrong about you, sunshine,” he muttered to himself.

Drawing the cup up to his lips, he figured he'd drink the coffee and let the guilt settle deeper into his stomach along with it. Because now he definitely felt like he owed you an apology–something he didn't often do.

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coupsie-daisies · 9 months ago

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Kinktober '24: Phone Sex | Song Mingi

Pairing: Song Mingi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT) interact

Summary: Mingi has never wanted to make things weird between him and his best friend, but it's hard to deny her when she calls him, drunk and horny and begging him to talk her through it

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: drunk sex (kinda), they're both down so bad, nipple play for two seconds, open ending kinda

A/N: Guys, listen...I will have this shit done by the end of the year if it kills me. But I've had a lot going on so please accept this as my apology

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Desperation was something you were very familiar with in many many ways. There was the desperation you felt when trying out for the dance team back in middle school, the way it had driven you to push yourself so hard you sprained your ankle. The desperation you'd felt during that entire recovery just to get back to normal so you could chase your dream again. The desperation you'd felt while applying for your dream university, and the desperation you'd felt when trying to find a decent job after you graduated.

Throughout every single one of those moments, Mingi had been at your side. You'd been best friends since you were kids, and you'd learned early on that you could count on him for anything. Truthfully, you sometimes felt like Mingi was too good to spend time with you. He was so kind and so creative and so goddamn talented that it almost hurt. But no amount of thinking changed the fact that he wanted to stick by your side.

Unfortunately, that also meant that he was the one to carry you home when you got a little too drunk at the bar you and your friends went out to. You were celebrating a birthday in the group, and you weren't the only one to get carried away, but all night Mingi had been keeping a careful eye on you, knowing that you were a lightweight no matter how much you denied it.

He'd dropped you off at your apartment after all was said and done, bringing you water and a snack and only leaving an hour later once he was certain you would be okay. Even so, he made you pinky swear to call him if you needed him for anything.

And really, you hadn't planned on calling him. You weren't so drunk that you couldn't see straight or that you were puking your guts out. You were just dizzy, and way less uptight than you usually were. Okay, maybe you weren't thinking right, because all you'd been able to think about since Mingi had practically carried you home was how good it felt to be wrapped up in his arms, and how pretty he looked when he was so focused on taking care of you.

It was far from the first time you'd had such thoughts about your best friend, but you figured that was probably normal for anyone with a super hot, incredibly kind, really very hot best friend. It was okay, you reminded yourself, because those thoughts were between you and your bed. Nobody else needed to know, and if nobody knew it couldn't make things weird.

But the lingering alcohol in your mind had you forgetting that mantra, because it wasn't even fifteen minutes later before arousal was flooding your senses and your hand found your phone.

It rang a couple of times, and a moment of doubt tried to seep in, but it was quickly shut out by the sound of Mingi's voice.

"Are you okay?" He asked immediately.

"I'm okay. Need your help," You said, pout evident in your voice. Your free hand pushed your shirt up your stomach, fingertips dragging along your tummy, down to trace the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Should I come back? What's wrong?"

You slid your hand lower, pushing your pants down your hips and tucking your phone against your ear to use the other to get them out of the way.

"I keep thinking about you. Is that wrong?" You asked, closing your eyes as your fingers found their way to your covered core. "You looked so good tonight. You always look good."

You heard his breath hitch, and you sighed in response.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. You couldn't see him, but he was parked outside his apartment, one hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, the other trying not to drop his phone.

He listened to the catch in your voice, the tiny hum you let out, and god he tried not to imagine you in some filthy position underneath him. Certainly not a new thought for him, but one he knew he shouldn't be entertaining in the moment.

"I want you so bad, Min, need you." You were basically whining now, rubbing your clit and slowly soaking through your panties at the thought of him. "Been thinking about you touching me for so long. You would, right? I see how you look at me. Never wanted to make it weird but fuck,"

Mingi grunted out a curse under his breath.

"You're drunk," He reminded you. "You probably won't even remember this in the morning. You should go to sleep."

"Don't leave me like this. Please? Just need to hear your voice, wanna hear you talk me through it." You begged, fingers getting more frantic as you sought out your own pleasure.

Mingi tipped his head back into the headrest, his cock twitching with interest. He was already half hard and getting uncomfortable in his tight pants.

"Promise me you won't regret this," He ordered, voice lower now. The sound of it send a wave of arousal all the way to the tips of your toes and you squirmed in your bed.

"I promise. I swear, I won't regret it. I promise."

The desperation in your voice should have embarrassed you, but you were never embarrassed with Mingi.

He reached down, palming himself through his pants and willing himself to last when you sounded so fucked out and he hadn't even said anything yet.

"Are you still wearing your pajamas?" He asked, squeezing his bulge and biting back a groan. You hummed affirmatively. "Take them off, want you naked for me baby."

You didn't hesitate to do as he said, putting your phone on speaker and shuffling around on your bed until you could kick all of your clothes away.

"Good job, baby," He hummed, and you couldn't hold back a surprised whimper at his praise. "That's what you like? My baby likes when I'm nice to her?"

You gasped, fingers slipping between your wet folds as he spoke.

"Yeah, like that." You agreed, nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"Can you play with your nipples for me? Wanted to forever."

Mingi worked his pants down until he could pull his aching dick out of his boxers, stroking himself slowly. He was already leaking precum, but who could blame him when the girl he'd been pining after for years decided to call him up and beg him to fuck her?

You listened eagerly, both hands coming up to knead your breasts before circling your thumbs around your hardening nipples. You gasped softly, flicking over them back and forth a couple times before twisting them a little harder. You could hear Mingi's breathing as it picked up, his ears trained on each tiny gasp and whine that you let out.

"Move your hands down. Want you to touch your sides. They're sensitive, right?" He didn't have to ask to know. He'd found that out completely on accident back in college and it lived in the back of his mind, sparking far too much interest in what other reactions he could pull out of you.

You slid your hands down lower, along the curve of your chest, down your sternum, then up along your sides with feather-light touches that made you squirm. You dragged your nails dully along your side, then down your stomach, wishing beyond anything you could fully comprehend that it was Mingi touching you like this, that his hands were exploring you. You moaned pathetically, a broken keen of his name.

"I'm here, pretty girl, don't worry. You're doing so good for me." Mingi grunted out. He'd been trying to resist touching himself, too afraid that he'd blow the second you opened your mouth, but his cock was throbbing and leaking and simply begging for his attention, and he couldn't deny it anymore. He wrapped his hand around his length, jerking himself off with slow, languid strokes.

"Want you to open your legs nice and wide for me," He told you, listening to the rustle of the sheets as you moved. "Go ahead and touch your thighs. How's that feel?"

Your back arched, chasing some sort of friction now that your thighs were separated, and your hands stroked along the insides of them, kneading the flesh the way you liked.

"Not good enough. Need you, don't wanna do it myself." You huffed.

"I know, but I can't come back yet. Just gotta take care of your pussy for me, okay? I'll make it up to you, I promise." He purred, and you relaxed, his voice running through you like molten lava.

"Can I touch myself, Min? Please?" You asked, and he shivered at the desperation in your voice. He'd never heard you like this before, and whatever string of self control that was keeping him from taking you every time he saw you was beginning to snap.

"Go ahead, baby, play with your clit for me." He ordered firmly now, stroking himself faster. Your hand flew to your core, fingers circling your clit and spreading your wetness against it. You let out the most debauched whimper of relief at the feeling, hips jolting as you moved fast and hard, still too intoxicated to be skilled with your fingers and not entirely caring when you could hear the sound of Mingi's hand around his cock, and his breath picking up.

"God, you're so wet." He groaned, tipping his head back against the headrest again. He could hear you, and what he wouldn't give to have you on his tongue, or have your walls wrapped like a vice around his dick. His head was fogging up with thoughts of you, your scent and your pretty lips and the way you said his name.

"Mingi, can I put them inside?" You asked, fingers dipping closer to your entrance before pulling back to strum against your clit again. "Wanna be full of you. Wish you were here, need your dick so bad."

Any shame you'd felt upon calling him in the first place was gone, and he was going absolutely batshit about it.

"Go ahead baby, let's see how many you can take." He urged. You didn't hesitate to slide two fingers into yourself, wincing a little at the immediate stretch, but the burn felt so good you didn't care. You rocked your hips up to meet each thrust of your fingers, starting slow before becoming a little more frantic, pushing them all the way to the third knuckles. You were soaking yourself, fingers curling up against the spot that had your head spinning.

You were hardly aware of the way you were babbling his name, begging him for more as you managed to squeeze a third finger into yourself.

"Good girl, keep going. Sound so pretty, can't wait to have you on my dick." He stroked himself faster, harder, knowing he was nearing his end. He wanted to drag this out, but he was struggling to deny himself the satisfaction of finally getting off to the sound of you begging for him. This had to be a dream, he hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of blessing, but there you were, fingering yourself dumb for him anyway.

"Close," You warned him, grinding your palm into your clit. Your fingers weren't usually enough, but the sound of him on the line, the image of his large frame engulfing you as he split you open. God, and his hands, they were so much bigger than yours, would fill you up so much better. You didn't even register your orgasm building as high as it did until you were dangling from the edge, thighs shaking with the exertion of bucking your hips up into your hand. "Mingi, I need to cum, please can I?"

The sound of you, breathless and begging and audibly wrecked was too much for him.

"Please cum for me," He groaned, voice tight as he bit back his own orgasm, pushing his limits just to hear the way you nearly sobbed his name. Your orgasm shook through you, fingers messily working yourself through it and pushing it as long as you could, and Mingi couldn't take it.

He spilled into his hand, strings of his own cum spilling over his fingers and onto his pants. He sighed, jerking himself through it despite the mess and imagining that it was you he was making a mess on. When the bliss cleared in his mind, he realized that you were still there on the other end, still breathing hard and presumably coming down from your own high.

There was silence for a few moments, and guilt weighed in his mind as he wiped his hand off on one of the spare tissues he kept in his car. You didn't speak either, too buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm, and your mind weighing heavy with sleep.

"Mingi?" You said finally, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. "Will you come back? Don't wanna sleep alone."

He listened to your voice, so heavy with sleep, and so free of any concern about what had just happened. He wanted to argue that it was a bad idea, but despite everything, the two of you still felt so normal. He hummed.

"Give me a little bit, I'll be there soon." He promised, not mentioning that he needed to clean himself up and change his clothes before he could drive back. You didn't argue, just mumbled an okay, and a quiet 'I love you'. That was so normal for both of you, but this time it felt different, and Mingi had to wonder if that was all in his head.

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papercranesandinkstains · 7 months ago

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papercraneandinkstains SMAU Fic Rec List:

Otherwise known as my personal section to write love notes to all of my favorite authors..... Will be updating frequently because I am chronically online and I use the word OBSESSED a lot. Be warned...

REMINDER: You are responsible for your own media consumption! If you don't like an aspect of a fic, feel free to move on QUIETLY! Sending hate to authors who make FREE content is insane and you will be treated as such!!

SMAUS:

Heartbreak:Live/Offline- @zyafics (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Have you ever read something and you were so obsessed it was all you could think about? That is this SMAU for me. I have made a few SMAU’s in the past for Marvel, but never posted them because I was too anxious, but when I read THIS fic????? I genuinely have read it probably 20 times, I am so obsessed. It gave me the push to make my own SMAU’s for OBX, but to also post them! This girl makes such incredible work and graphics that I genuinely am so in awe of her! She is literally the sweetest, and if you haven’t read this, I genuinely can NOT recommend it enough. I spend hours talking about it with my sister because I am SO obsessed with it. I could write an entire book of love letters to this writer because she genuinely has put her heart in this fic and it really does show! It’s literally perfection! In my mind we are genuinely best friend's, I am so obsessed with quite literally anything she does!!

Kildare Split- @ghostofwriting (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

This???????? You're going to see a few Band/Musician AUs in this list and this was the start of my obsession! The relationships? The music? The longing??????? Don't even get me started. this fic is literally a MASTERPIECE and should be treated as such!

Lay all your love on me- @kimoralov3 (JJ Maybank x Heyward!Reader)

This fic is sooooo special to me because I love love love the relationship between Reader and Pope as their brother. Anytime I see the Heyward!Reader tag, it’s an immediate click for me, but this fic is absolutely everything!! I’m talking poor JJ is down in the trenches for this girl to the point he’s cleaning fridges….

Salt &&. Secrets- @sematarygirls (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

This fic is another one of my favorites! Reader is venting on an online blog about Rafe and he is going OUT of his mind trying to figure out who it is! Kelce and Topper are such instigators in this that I find myself laughing every time I see a new part! There are some really cute and different graphics that this writer does a really good job of creating!

Rhythm & Revelry- @darlingchronicles (Reader X JJ Maybank)

Okay, this fic???? Every time I see an update I am giggling and kicking my feet. JJ is fighting for his life against the allegations that he has a crush on Reader/Blue, but the man has been down bad since they were kids and EVERYONE knows. This is a fake dating trope and it is so cute! I am so down bad for this fic!

Summer Lovin’- @murdockcastleslut (Jackson Genrette x Pogue!Reader)

A Kook obsessed with a Pogue is a guilty pleasure of mine and this fic is EVERYTHING. The interactions between JJ and Pope are my absolute favorite, but he is SO desperate for any kind of attention from Reader that you can’t help but fall in love! I love love love this story so much, I will drop everything the second I see an update!

Off Limits- @whorelaud (BFB!Rafe x Reader)

This one is a mix of SMAU and written fanfic and it has me on my knees. The interactions between Rafe and Reader, but also Reader and everyone else have me rolling on the floor every chapter! This is such a cute story and the dynamic between Reader and her brother really takes it over the top!

Off Topic- @murdockcastleslut (Rafe x Reader)

Okay, so you are definitely going to see this author quite a few times and I’m not even sorry about it! She is literally so sweet and she creates such amazing work that there’s no way I’m ever going to shut up about her! Rafe is so down bad all I can do is giggle and kick my feet at every interaction! Sarah in this fic has me obsessed!!

Meddle About- @murdockcastleslut (JJ x Reader/ Rafe x Reader)

A band AU that has me in a chokehold already and it has just begun! I genuinely am obsessed with this story already and it only has a few chapters! Then again, I think this writer could post blank posts and I would still eat it up because she is just that good!

Bed Chem- @lolxdswag123 (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Okay this story is so amazing, I don’t even know where to start! It’s a story of Reader falling in love with Rafe while also wanting to return to college after the summer is over. She and JJ have a complicated history, which has its own twists and turns. This fic is literally so amazing!!

Riding the Edge- @ghostofwriting (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Motorcycle content creator Rafe and Bookstagram poster Reader are literally everything to me! The graphics on this story are so cute, but the story itself just blows me out of the water! They fall so in love so fast, and then Rafe Cameron does indeed fumble the bag… BUT there’s hope guys! I love this story so much!!

Ocean Blue Eyes- @softspiderling (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Okay but musician Reader is always everything to me and this fic????? I literally am so obsessed with it! The fan theories? The literal threads the audience ties together time and time again?? Literally obsessed!

Summer Sun Forever- @l6ndry (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Band AU’s have my heart in case you can’t tell…. But a celebrity falling for their biggest fan??? The delusional girl in me will EAT it up every time! This story is literally so cute! Reader and their friends are such cuties, but Rafe and his band mates? I have to laugh every time they have a conversation… This is SUCH a great read!

Poor Un-American Girls- @greyswaren (Rafe Cameron x foreignexchangestudent!Reader)

This is such a cute and original idea that I have been eating up like crazy! Reader’s friendships with their friends back home?? Their new friendships with the OBX community?? Rafe being a down bad fella (as he should be).... I am obsessed with this!

Gossip Girl- @maybejj (JJ Maybank x pogue!reader)

Don't even get me started on this..... Literally so full of fun and drama and ANGST.... Literally prepare to have your heart ripped out and stomped on and be ready to want to rip out someone else's (I'm looking at you Adam and I'm coming for you buddy....) It literally feels like a movie every time I see a new part!!

Criminal Love- @maybejj (Rafe Cameron x college!reader)

You want a COCKY SMUG Rafe Cameron who just so happens to be a killer in every universe????? Look no further! I am literally so obsessed with this series it's not even funny! The banter, the little comments online, the HANDWRITING FONTS.... I fear I too would fall for a criminal.... This author is literally fantastic! She could put out a post of watching paint dry and it would be ART!

Fractured Ties- @maybejj (JJ Maybank x Reader)

IF YOU KNEW ME IN REAL LIFE, YOU WOULD KNOW I NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS FIC... These are literally my babies fr... A One Tree Hill inspired fic that has Rafe and JJ as BROTHERS, there is nothing that could be more perfect for me. Add in Rafe's sweet ass relationship with Reader and GOODBYE... I'm a puddle every single update. You would NEVER be disappointed in reading this!

Too Hot to Handle- @maybejj (JJ x Reader) (Rafe x Reader)

Are we shocked that this is just turning into a love section for this author????? Absolutely not, I love her bad 😭 This is inspired by the reality show Too Hot to Handle (I'm sure you got that from the title, but just in case) and the graphics are JAW dropping... Need I say more???

Set Me Free- @maybejj (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Surprise, surprise it's me again obsessing over another maybejj fic... Don't mind me at all... This one makes me so unbelievably pissed off at Ward Cameron, you have no idea... THAT MAN CAN PERISH... This reader is Sarah's twin and I eat it up every single time! RECOMMEND!

Twin Flames- @maybejj (Babydaddy!Rafe x Pogue!Reader)

I knew it was coming... you knew it was coming... ANOTHER ONE, but LISTEN this one keeps me up at night... Something about toxic!baby daddy Rafe has me in a chokehold and I'm okay with it! She literally eats with everything she does, but this one will have you GAGGED at how talented she is!

You want me to pretend?- @inthelibrarybtw (BasketballPlayer!Rafe x College!Reader)

DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS... I will actually never shut up! I'm sure you can tell by now that I EAT up a college romance, but there's something about athlete Rafe that really locks me in... THESE GRAPHICS are so stunning, I truly CAN'T take it... The song choices... The writing??? It's phenomenal!

Kildare Nights- @robinsgrl (Undecided x Reader)

Want to literally roll on the floor laughing for hours on end? Look no further! This author has got to be one of the funniest people on the planet, and this series will literally SUCK you in so fast... I'm literally obsessed with it!

Happy Endings U- @whytheylosttheirminds (BaseballPlayer!Rafe x College! Reader) (BaseballPlayer!JJ x College!Reader)

I mean... are we shocked???? We shouldn't be shocked... THIS IS LITERALLY SO STUNNING YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT... Poor Reader was in a SHITTY relationship, and she is finally branching out! Don't get me started on the security app.. I'm so serious, don't... it keeps me up at night how good it is...

kildarewatch.com- @zyafics (ExBSF!Kook!Rafe x Kook!Reader) (ExBSF!Kook!JJ x Kook!Reader)

And just in case you REALLY weren't shocked, I've come with ANOTHER banger by the literal love of my life who physically can NOT make a bad piece of media... This story is so captivating, but the graphics????? I will literally drown in a puddle of my own drool anytime she updates, I'm not even joking! Literally everything she puts out is SO perfect, I don't know how I even exist in the same timeline as she does....

#pcis recs #fic recs #obx fic recs #smau recs #rafe cameron smau #jj maybank smau #obx smau recs #obx smau

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queercoshon · 2 months ago

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Here's a new thing! It'll probably become a little series. I'll upload it to Deviantart when I think of a title🤔

Also, what tags are people using now? I don't want my blog to get nerfed:(

Anyways, enjoy!

Wuupz, I'm maybe a ljttle crossed again. I said id wait until this summsr to do it, but it just kinda happsned! I only had a few beers w dinner, but then ollie offered a joint anx i couldn't say no! They Lways have strong shit, i should knoow better by now.

Aaand them I got takeout on my way home. Goes well with the six pack I'm workijg through. I figured if i was already drunk i should jusy keep going! I took an edible too, waiting for that to kick in.

I ordered way too much food cuz im a fuckin pig when im drunk. No one needs a family combo. I already ate like half and my gut is like stretching a little. Beer chugs aren't helping. God i keep burping.

Holllly fuck im hungry. Im actually kindd of worried 2 more burgees and 2 more fries wont be enough.

I found rum! To put in the sodass, cuz 3 came with the commbo. The 4th ddink was a milkshake

Mmy pantsre getting real tight my belly feels soo swollen. The whole thingg just bobs up sn down when i hicccup, barely joggles at the bottomm. Thats harxd to do, usually theres enough fllab to bounce around. Fuck i ate a lot of food. I alwways so. Swhy i triedto stop. But thidx is way tooo good

Woonder if i can finish the 6 pax

I finnishhed.. . Sn im fickin huuhe i havero roll to ger up. I mean iff im being honest iit was alreaddy gettinggn a likl hard to gef uo sometimes, not evenn when im dbrunk. Im just gerting fattddr fhan chumbby now

Myg belly is makong big giŕgles, likè i can feel the rumbvles shifting alll of the crapp i shoved ij my facr. Its no wonder imbgetting so fat.

Uuurrrp! Ugh im so burppy. All the booxe and food is kust bloating md up.

Imm tryna walk to the bsthroom, gottta pee, bit walkings a little vit hard rn. My feet just adent helpful at all. Gooð thingi can lean against the wall. Its reallg cold against my bare belly.

Holy shif. I cant see my feet. I ate so mucĥ i cant see over my gut standin like this. Ficck

Ik now i said ið slwo down but i ant help it! This jusy feels too good. Wish i could jist stau home and bè a denk houss pig.

Itz 3am ive bðen goeging n drinkj n and smoking since 5pmm. Thays 10 straight hours. Ohh man do i feel ir noe. Irs a good think im fucking bllitzed or else mg belly would hurtt too mch to sleep. Ut im nice and floary and drunk ansx my stomaxh just feels lkke a rock.

Igh i ant lay down all the way, going to havè to sleep in my reclineŕ i think. My ut needs the spport of my thighs. It actually pushes my thighs apart noe.

Mmm i can barly keep my eues open, vut i cant stop rubbing my belly. If feels sooo good. Itd comeepletly studfded full, hard at the toucĥ even with the later of fat i put in in the passt year.

Class is gonne be jard tomoror

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Millie could hear the snoring before she opened the door to their apartment.

Shavon's probably passed out again.

She was right. They were completely conked out in the recliner, empty cans and fast food wrappers littered around them. Their bare belly sat in their lap, clearly too stuffed to pool on their thighs like usual.

Millie had met Shavon in freshman year at the pride alliance club, and moved in together nearly two years ago. Aside from their increasing messiness, Shavon had been a pretty good roommate. They let Millie have her introvert downtime, but was always ready to chill if she wanted company. When they were sober, Shavon was also a killer cook. That was getting more and more rare. Nowadays it was mostly takeout. Luckily they (almost) always ordered enough for Millie, too. Didn't seem like that was the case tonight, though.

Millie knew better than to tiptoe around now, trying to be quiet. If Shavon was passed out like this, it would take the noise of a rapture to pull them out of their coma. She grabbed a takeout bag and chucked all the garbage inside, and threw the beer cans into a different bag. Her eyes traced along Shavon's corpulent form.

They had changed a lot since they first met. Starting college, Shavon had definitely been curvy, but nowhere near overweight. However, living alone for the first time and being able to choose their own food led to a very quick freshman 15. It didn't help that Shavon and Millie's friend group loved either getting high or going drinking and then going out for takeaway later. Those extra calories piled up fast.

By the time Millie and Shavon got their apartment, Shavon was nearly 80 pounds heavier.

That year was the final year of undergrad for both of them. They dealt with the stress in different ways. Millie liked to garden, cook, and bake. Shavon liked to get baked and eat Millie's cooking, or cook something of their own.

Millie did a quick tidy of the kitchen and took a quick look in the fridge before heading to her room.

The whole friend group kind of knew that Shavon was always looking for some sort of indulgence. They all enabled it in some way or another. Ollie always had joints ready to go, for instance.

Millie also did her part. She scheduled a few deliveries for tomorrow, set to arrive right when Shavon would be getting back from class. She knew they had a three day weekend, and despite Shavon always saying they would cut back, she would probably need to order again by the time Saturday came around.

This is what made Shavon happy. Millie would do anything to make that happen.

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God, I have the best roommate. First, she woke me up this morning so I didn't miss class. My alarm was going off in my bedroom, and I guess it woke her up. But she didn't even complain! What's more, she had a coffee and breakfast sandwich ready for me! Which I dearly needed, because I dunno if I was hungover or still drunk, but existing this morning was rouuugh.

So I trudge through class (why tf did I go straight from undergrad into a masters??? I shoulda taken time off like Millie.) And as I get back home, there's a few bags at the door, as well as a grocery delivery guy. So I grab everything and unpack.

At first I thought she was throwing a party, cuz there was so much booze and snack foods. But then I saw her note on the coffee table beside a plate of brownies.

"Enjoy your three day weekend ;) try and save a drink or two for me after work. Xo Millie.

P.S. careful with the brownies, don't eat all of them in one go"

Tonight will be fun.

Ohhh ahit. I tech ically didnt eatvall of those brownies in one go. I ate one every hour for the past 4 hourss. And had a bowl. And drank like 6 cisers and a shot r 2.

I also ate like a metric ton of pasta. I like to cook when i m drinking, cuz i really norice when it starts to hit.

I still feell like im swelling. The pasta is stiiting in my belly like a rock, and all rhat booze has my belly has me judt getting bifger.

Shouldd i take another shoet? My belltss too rfull for another cider. Ill hust take another shot of this mickey herr.

I want chi0s. Oe cookies. Im so hungey. I dunno if u can get up tho, everythingd a lottle it spinny.

.the bioozw is hitting hard. I got up to trt more cider, cuz i wanted to deel my gut swell up ahain. I also gor chips, and ixe cream. Didd you knowcthat if you mix cidsrc and valnilla ice cresam you get an booizy ice cream float?mm heavdn

I can hear my belly slosh when i shakecit to get our moew burps. Slosh soash slosh Urrrrp! I 've been such a pig.everything tastes so goodzz even tho i can feel by gut stretchign.

Omm out of cider:(( i stìk got rum but i dunnno if i ccn grt ip to get mixxer. Ig i icould drjnk fromm the mickeryz but im pretty fuckrf up. Ill ftry.

Urrrrrrp! Uhh fuvkk. I gottta rock bakk andcforth fo grt uò now, vut mg belly id so stufffed. Ifd like, pullinf down ansn out st the same tome. Ufuh im so fulll of bubbledd. I jusy gofta drjnnk rumm straightht up i cantn fuckin movd. Urrrrrp. Pigg. Hic!

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God, what a long day. Millie hated the afternoon/evening shift. She spent the whole morning anxious about work, and when she was off there wasn't much time to do anything.

Entering the apartment, she could hear the tv playing some nonsense, as well as evidence that Shavon hadn't passed out yet.

"Hic! Hic! Urrp! Uggh."

"Hey, love. How's it going?" Millie entered the living room, taking in the damage. A mixing bowl lined with what looked like pasta sauce was beside the recliner, along with wrappers for chips and a pint of ice cream. Millie didn't stop to count the cans, she knew by Shavon's hazy eyes it was at least half of the liquor order.

"Hic! Goooo-hic-od!" Shavon giggled and then burped. Their gut was once again a dome, just like last night. One of their hands was fondling their folds, probably completely without realising they were doing so. The other held the mickey of rum, which was more than half empty.

"You're drinking straight rum? Are you trying to black out before 10pm?"

"Naaaah. I wannted coke, bu- hic!- I cann get up. Mmm maybbe a bi drun -hic-k. An i feel -hic- really heavy. " Their eyes just could not focus on Millie.

Millie smirked. "Well, let me help with that. I'll get you some coke." She patted the top of her roommate's bare belly, unleashing a string of burps. Shavon hummed and smiled, sort of nodding.

As she puttered around the kitchen, Millie tried to combat the heat in her face. She started feeling...things whenever Shavon got like this. She noticed a few months ago, when she came home early to find her roommate beached on the couch, gut spherical from getting stuffed with an entire cake and a bottle of baileys. Shavon couldn't even speak, and neither could Millie. She felt a pull to them, and started tracing the bright pink stretch marks on their belly, before switching to a more meaningful belly rub. Shavon's moans switched from utter discomfort to pure satisfaction.

After that day, Millie had been enabling them more and more. Neither of them said anything about it, it just seemed to be the new way of life for them.

She mixed a drink for herself, and brought a few bottles of soda and an empty glass to Shavon.

They barely noticed Millie arrive, their head bobbing slightly with every hiccup, their several chins stopping them from leaning forward completely.

"Are you sure you need this?" Millie waved the pop bottle in front of them, their bloodshot eyes struggling to follow.

"Hmm? Yeaaa. Thhans, Millie." They managed to grab the glass, but they couldn't figure out where to put it to pour the rum in. They used to hold it between their knees, but now there was a massive belly in the way.

Millie grabbed the glass and rum, "here, let me. Tell me when." She let the rum trickle in and it continued filling. She was worried Shavon didn't understand the task, until the cup was over a quarter full with amber liquid.

"Whenn."

She topped the rest up with coke and handed Shavon the glass, who threw back several desperate gulps.

"Braaap! Thhanks, Millie. You'rr the bess-hic!"

"Let me bring you a snack to soak up that alcohol, honey."

Millie could hear their stomach gurgling as she walked away.

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Mmmm i can neeven lft my heßd. I thinķ im froolong. M so drunk n by vfbrlly os so fill, vit im so hungruu. Mg eyds are socheavy.

Mmmph! Wha-?? Mmmm is choco olate. Cìpcakee i think? Where did it come romm? Cns barely oenc my eeyes. Oh, irs milliem good millie

"Yeah, I'm good? You like this?"

I nodd but i didnt mean to sau that outg louss. Can she reas mg thoughts?m my mouth was full of coohoxalate.

Ohh its do rich. I onlg got onee hannd to ruv my poor belly, gofte keep holding the drink. I think i ll spoll if i try fo lift it up tho. Hic!

"Poor piggy, let me help you." Miklliee took my drink! I whine but ifts good to haveb bofh my handds to rub my fut.

Brrap! Uhh ohm y god shes rubbingng my gut too ansd it ffeeks amazing. I canr keep my head up its gonns fall nack. My eyess kro dry to keep opdnn.

"Your poor belly. No wonder you're outgrowing your recliner. You'll have to start being a hog on the couch soon."

Ffuuckk mmmmm hmm?

Myt drink it at my mouth i gofta chug? Ogh righth millie is holdnf it, she s holdinf it to my motjh, i gottta be s good pig andcdrink. Ans drink. Andx drink. Igg burns!

Urrrrap!

"That was hard work, huh? You're panting! You did so good tho, you drank it all."

"I'mm a gooo pigghy hic!" Im do fuckifn full fhat thre hiccup makes my belly od one solif bounce. No jigggle no rupples no soff flab. Ebeen my belly hsndg is like inflated. Hic!

"A good piggy who got the hiccups. Did someone drink too much?"

"Hic! Bnnno. Hic! Urrrp. I cou drinkk morr. Hic! Ugh."

I fink shes lauching at me? Shes smkling ugh shes so cute. Oooh shee rubbinggn my belly ans hm? Holdong another cup to myh mouthh.

"Then drink."

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Millie wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from her drink, or from spending the next few hours getting Shavon even more tanked. By midnight they had finished the mickey of rum, taken several more bong hits, and demolished a plate of nachos Millie made. They had ended up passing out mid bite around 12:30am, nacho still in hand. Millie cleaned them up a little, tidied the living room, and tucked them under a blanket.

Maybe it was the alcohol guiding her thoughts, but Millie fell asleep to thoughts of seeing how often they'd be able to do this.

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4 cypcakes was a lit of sufer, a lot of caloriws. All my burps tatse like chocolate and boozze. Itd onlyy lirk 2. I soke ip at noon andx i wasnt even hunf over!

Prily cuz i was dtill drinnk.

Keepong my head up is haed. Uh oh is sounds like millies home.

"I hope my piggy's hungry!"

Oh, i iam.

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It'd been three weeks since that night, and Shavon got fucked up every single night that they didn't have a morning class the next day. So every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. They were starting their debauchery early on Saturdays and Sundays now, sometimes getting beached on the recliner before noon.

Millie brought home groceries and liquor after running errands on Saturday. Most of her purchases were now based on what Shavon wanted to consume. Lots of sweets, lots of fast food, and of course lots of booze.

"I hope my piggy's hungry!" She put down the groceries in the kitchen and rounded into the living room to see Shavon smiling dumbly at her, red eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Yaaa, you brought me f-hic- food?" They licked their lips as if they were starving, but their bulging gut showed they were anything but. The past few weeks of overdrive had clearly taken a toll, their stretchmarks shattering across their rapidly expanding frame.

"I did! I bet you're starving. And thirsty too! I only see seven beer cans."

Shavon picked up the one in their cup holder and chugged, belching repeatedly once it was drained.

"Ei- burrrp!- eight.." they giggled slightly and their head lolled to the side a little, and Millie felt a familiar heat trace through her body right up to her cheeks.

"Let me get you more." Let's see how much they can take before they pass out today.

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Ccu ck she kèeps holdinf frinls snd food to my mojtn snd i gotts eat them all . I cnt fickinf breathe. My gut is creajinf smd stretching so mich its itcht.

Mmmmm Urrrrrp!

I love when shee doee s this. In faxt, last few gimes i was drunko sje pushsd me til i blacked out. Maybe ecen more timws and i dont remember.

"Urrrrrp! Oh Millieee..."

Yes sweetie?

Moatrrre pless"

The little piggy wants more?

"Urrrrp! Yessh"

And she holdls a beer bottle to my mouth and i xhug and i chug. It riahes to mt throar and i choke a little, vut she doesn't stopp. My st0maxh is o fizzy, it all bubbles back as soon ascshe moves away.

Urrrp URRRRP! Ohhhh

Jshe btought home takeout.. i ofnt evem need to open my eyesz shes just holding the food to my mouth snd i just jeep esting. I odnt even know how mosny burgers sre in my gut. Ohhh its stretching

Hic! Hic! Each hiccup us shaking ny belly. My fat is do jigglyg now. I fdel it whenefver i moce. I thiught i wass fatf befoŕ,vut thrr pst like 2? Weeekd i purt on like 10 pounffs. If sheh keepd dfeeingb me like thið in gonnna be òvr 350 brefore septtemver. I wont fiþ in ther desks at scoool! I alrrsdy have fo squeezde into them. Vi have to osqueeze into a lfo of things now. Clotheds, boothsz, doors, sns eveɓ our shower.

Kmmm shhees squeeezing my bellt, and squeexing more into uf. Brrathjng is kinda haed..

"H-hic- how mmmuch have i had to drinn?" Wowe my tongue isc so iheacy.

"You don't know? Let me count for you."

Sheees holdin up each cañ and bottle sss she counts. I csnr keep tracj.

"...eleven, twelve, thirteen! You have such a high tolerance, most people would be passing out now."

"Yeahhh, I haf a high tolr-hic-ance." My eues are do heavy and mym bellu is too aand its kinda hardd to ke p my head ipm

"So that just means you need more, hhmm?"

Im nodding i think im nodding. Millies smilinngz so i did nodd. Oohh shesx makin me a mixdd drink i like thosde best.

"Drink up, piglet. You're far too sober."

Glug! Glug! Glug! Uhhh itcbursn. Usually shs hides the alchol flavour bt kthis is so mucĥ vodka i think.

Urrp!!! Urrrrapp! Ii cant stop pantiiing myyy belly to heacy. Ooooh...

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Millie couldn't stop tracing her nails over Shavon's swollen stomach. They had passed out maybe 15 minutes ago, but that didn't mean their body was silent. Gurgles and groans were emitting from their poor belly, which once again had barely any give.

The two hadn't spoken about this yet, but both seemed to like it. Millie loved being a little bit responsible for Shavon's state, and Shavon liked every push and prod Millie gave. It was working out well for both of them.

But what would happen in the future? Would Shavon want to stop to focus on school and later their career? Could they stop if they wanted to? If they couldn't, would Millie's salary be enough to cover everything?

Millie shook her head. These aren't problems for right now. The next problem was that Shavon would probably rouse still tanked, but starving. By now, Millie was figuring out Shavon's wants and desires, and they would want something heavy and greasy as soon as they woke up.

So she left the unconscious orb of a human to convert all those calories into more fat, and started working on a menu for the rest of the weekend.

Let's see if we can get 10lbs in 1 week this time.

#intox feedee #queer feedism #stuffed fatty #feedism story #intox wg #stuffing literature #feedee encouragement

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month ago

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I cannot help but imagine whenever Leona's boobies get brought up in this blog Miss Raven looming over a desk with a cork board on the wall filled with pictures of Leona that have been zoomed in and cutted out from various photos taken throught the 3 years he's been at NRC, one giant magnifying glass in her hand that is about the size of her head like this is a major crime that needs to be invesitgated with the outmost attention, there are post-it notes everywhere, she's hunched over a table with all the lights out and one lamp on her desk on like she's some sort of noir detective about to make a major break through in a murder mistery case when the real mistery she's investigating is Leona's cup size

(Crowley walks in deciding to be a "good parental figure" for once and have some quality bonding time with miss Raven, he bursts in, and is... kind of worried for miss Raven? Who is always going on about wanting to be a proper lady but is currently displaying very... concerning behaviour, or at least, he's concerned for her, should he try and talk to her? Should he give her a... "parental intervention" of sorts? He's not sure but quickly decides its actually none of his business so he just closes the door and forgets he ever saw anything)

I DON'T TALK ABOUT L*ONA'S BOOBS/FIGURE THAT MUCH, DO I??????? (*quietly checks the last few pages' worth of the #NOT L*ONA ROT tag* ... Um, I can explain--)

xvbjawviwjwsn MISS RAVEN OBSESSED WiTH fiGURINg OUT lROnA’S CUp siZE 💀 (This could easily be avoided if she just threw away her dignity and asked Leona or Rook…) It sounds ridiculous, but I do think she could reasonably fall down that rabbit hole. Not for any thirst-related reason but more like she genuinely doesn’t comprehend it??? And she’s nothing if not curious, so she’ll dedicate herself to research and find an answer.

Her understanding of humans is still quite shaky in some areas, so she’ll sometimes fall back on what is true of birds to try and fill in for her knowledge gap. However, because birds are quite different than humans, that knowledge doesn’t always translate over well. For example, it’s advantageous for birds to have large chest muscles, as this helps them with flight. So in Raven’s mind, big chest muscles = strong flyer she literally believes Leona is good at flying because of his chest. She also associates clothing as being humans’ equivalent to feathers. If an adult bird is featherless, it means they’re sick or stressed out + feather plucking. When she sees people like Leona going around and purposefully exposing their skin, Raven worries that something is wrong 💦

Oh, but… human etiquette stipulates that it’s rude to ask about this kind of thing, right??? Which leaves Raven with only one option left: throwing herself into finding the ✨ truth ✨ I don’t think she would go so far as to do anything that violates Leona’s privacy (like taking unsolicited photos) though. More like… making trips to the library to study up on lion anatomy or on lion beastmen’s culture. Sticky notes and magnifying glass are fair game. Raven wants to expand her horizons and better understand her peers!

Maybe she does get caught looking at Leona once or twice? She gets lost in thoughts and isn’t aware of where her gaze is directed. “What’re you staring at?” (mean) or “… Like what you see? Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” (sarcastic) Asks Ruggie later if she’s been staring at him lately too.

“Nah, it’s probably just you, Leona-san,” Ruggie’ll reply with a snicker. “Looks like sooomeone’s got a crush on ya!”

“Quit jokin’. ‘S not funny.”

gdksbskwnekw CROWLEY WALKING IN ON THIS IS SENDING ME 😭 Him just barging in unannounced because the parenting book he decided to pick up on a whim said to check up on your kid every now and again… Jaw dropping when he sees her scattered research materials, the books she checked out from the school library, and several diagrams and drawings of human chests????

Raven panics and throws herself over her desk, trying to hide everything but knowing that he has already seen it all. “U-Uncle, I can explain!! This is…”

“Y-Young lady, I never expected to find you hoarding such obscene materials!! Where did I go wrong in raising you?! Ooh, my magnanimous self is such a failure as a father!” He slams the door and dramatically sprints off wailing. (xhsvsjkww Ceowley bumps into Leona while sprinting and doesn’t bother to stop and apologize; Leona gets annoyed and wonders why the hell the headmaster’s so emotional today.) Probably sits atop the school roofs and stares into the sky, contemplating if he should sit her down for a formal talk or an intervention. Maybe Crowley even confides about his troubles to Trein, who has raised two daughters of his own.

Trein might sigh and tell Crowley this is a “normal” part of growing up and he shouldn’t shame her interests or the boys she has crushes on or whatever 😭 “The girl is growing up fast, Dire. It is inevitable that she would eventually discover these things. As it stands, she is not harming herself or others, only exploring what has captured her attention. Your role as her guardian is to support her as best you can.”

#these are such silly ideas #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Ruggie Bucchi #Rook Hunt #Leona Kingscholar #Dire Crowley #Mozus Trein #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #notes from the writing raven

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sparklykat-hideoutenthusiast · 8 months ago

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I've seen people doing an intro post so I suppose I should do the same right? I have no idea how to do this, I'm just winging it :3

INTRO POST TIME WOOO!!

[last updated: sat dec 7th at 7:18 PM 2024]

(I update this often, a reread of it every now and then would be greatly appreciated!)

Maybe every week/month depending on your time scale? ↑

Follow my other blog where I reblog a bunch of stuff and things for the full experience of my personality and interests! @eckos-reblogs :3

@everytime-i-reach-the-postlimit ←Exactly as the name entails

@nature-is-mystical ←is my other random blog that you can follow as well if you want.

that blog is just for reblogging nature stuff and posting nature stuff. (Occasionally rhymes come with it ig)

side blog for fanart!: @sonar-fanart-hall

I'm always working on making reference sheets for OCs ^^

Chill dude side blog: @cool-dudes-official

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I will continue to edit this, probably for the rest of time to get it right since I'm a slight perfectionist lol

Hello! I've been an artist for around 5 to 6 years, and I still kinda suck at it! I do traditional art normally but I've been branching out to digital art as well. I mostly draw animals, anthropomorphic creatures, creatures in general, whatever beautifully ugly faces I can come up with, and sometimes human faces!

I classify as a furry but do not reblog a ton of furry stuff nor do I have a fursuit. I just like drawing and seeing anthropomorphic animals :3

Furries, Therians, anyone of lgbtq+ community (including ace people cuz apparently there's a debate about that), weirdos (but NOT in the gross way), and more are welcome on my blog! :3 ❤️ (you're kinda automatically welcome if you're kind anyway lol but whatevs :3)

Tags and stuff! To help you find stuff in my blog better through search :)

#Ecko draws -exactly as is obvious, it will be for when I make art, digital or traditional.

#Echo Rambles -For posts of mine that include mainly me talking about random stuff

#Echo rants - for when I rant. Similar to #Echo rambles but different..

#Echo answers - For when I answer asks!! :D

#The Clowder seeks - For when you guys ask me stuff!

#Mama Change - For when I mention my mom. (Her name is change..or it's more of a nickname but no one calls her by her actual name except for professional/job people like a dentist or something)

#Echo asks - For when I ask questions :3 lol

#Eckos moots <3 - for interactions with moots, obviously 🙄 (I love y'all sm)

#Ecko irl - me irl

My main Media for traditional art is, pens, pencil, gel pens, paint markers (posca) and normal markers! I hope to soon branch out to ink! (Maybe one day you'll get to see some watercolor stuff from me. It's not that good of watercolor art and I don't enjoy painting too much tbh)

Anatomy You say? Don't know her 😔

If you are interested, I do art requests! It's not guaranteed to be good or to be done quickly but I will try my very best every time. You can even request multiple times if you'd like! Like a ton of times! I really don't mind!

You can also request art of fandoms I'm not in but make sure to give me a good reference or the drawing will look off :3

Art requests open until further notice.

If there's something I don't mention here that you're wondering if I can draw or not, give me an ask in my inbox and I'll let you know! (Pls, I'm friendly I swear)

You can also dm me if you'd like but I'd prefer the askbox instead (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

I can't draw/don't want to draw: items, anatomy, bodies (unless you want the equivalent of a boxy stick figure), rendering, lighting, dragons (without a reference), romance/NSFW (no, just no.), hands, human legs (for the life of me 😭), +more

I can draw/like to draw: faces, animals (mostly cat related ones but you can request any animal and I'll at least try to draw it.), different hair styles (only with a reference), eye bags (I think they're pretty lol), dragons (only with a good reference), gore (not the best at it but I'll will try my best to make something nice and bloody for ya!), +more!

My name is Ecko and it's my preferred name but you can refer to me as Melleona (my OC) or by a nickname as well if you'd like! (just please ask me first if you want to use a nickname as I'm bad with setting boundaries.)

My pronouns are She/Her but feel free to refer to me as it/it's! :3

Speaking of which! This is my OC, Melleona:

She is 14 years old, she is introverted and blunt but also shy and insecure. She has anxiety, dealt with a bit of depression, and she's very casual as well as lazy (like me lol)

She's half Cat, she has greyish blue eyes (not visible in the drawing), slightly blueish black hair that's long enough to reach her ankles, she has a mushroom themed party hat, and some wicked whiskers!

If there's anything you'd like to ask me about her or ask her, go ahead and ask away! I love anons and normal asks! ❤️❤️❤️ (There is a slight filter on the drawing. I'll edit this later and put her color palette below ❤️)

I'm a minor! Mind your words, don't send me gross/weird asks or messages. (I've already had a few people message me asking for my age, a picture of me, and my sexuality. No, I will not be sharing my real appearance on here. my age? Minor, that's all you need to know. My sexuality? I don't know and you don't need to know either, respectfully ^^❤️)

IDC if I post something slightly suggestive or that says I know about 18+ themes. I posted it, not someone saying something to me of those themes. Sure, I understand the stuff but It really doesn't matter now does it? It just means I understand enough to know you shouldn't be saying that stuff to me. (Boundaries ✨)

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I do half-curse in posts from time to time. I do censor it a bit tho, like "f7ck" for example. Hope ya don't mind (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

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I'd appreciate it if people reblogged my art!

I don't appreciate reposting it however.

Just in case you don't know what the difference between reposting rather than reblogging: it's when you (typically) take a screenshot of the art, and then repost it on either Tumblr or a different app rather than hitting the reblog button!

While this has never happened to me personally, I do feel like it's worth mentioning.

Oh, and, don't under a circumstance feed my art to AI. I can forgive reposting my art. I put out there for people to see not to get fame from it but under no circumstances EVER will I allow feeding my art to AI. It is not human. It does not make art.

AI artists don't exist unless it's used ONLY to assist with a process that is still mostly YOUR OWN SKILLS THAT YOU'VE CULTIVATED OVER TIME. AI is NOT art but it can HELP with art.

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don't dm asking me to commission from you. like said before, I don't have money bc I'm a minor + I don't like being pestered for me commission you. talk to me like a person, not an ATM.

If I want to commission someone, I will dm them and even then, I'm most likely to commission art from a friend to support them.

I support the lgbtq+ community! And I don't discriminate against race. I really shouldn't have to say this. (˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘)

I will respond to money asks with "!!" And that's it. I don't have money and even if I did I don't got any money to spare. I'm broke and struggling too. Not to mention, I'm a minor and can't just go out and get the stuff. I hope you understand and I wish you all the best!❤️❤️❤️

Some games and shows and stuff I like:

Shows and stuff: Rick and Morty, adventure time, lost in space, bsd (never watched it but I've seen enough of it on the Internet to know a bit about it. Very interesting :3), Some of the Life Minecraft series, httyd, doctor who, and more!

Games/fandoms: Yonder(Yonder Cloud Catcher Chronicles.), Minecraft, the Stanley parable, tiny bit of South Park, cotl, MLP(childish I know but I don't care. I love them), creepypasta, SCPs, Trevor Henderson's creatures (mostly cartoon cat), plants vs zombies, fran bow, little misfortune, and more!

Stuff and things (hobbies?): Art, apparently I make rhymes now too??, rollerblading, climbing, Hiking (iffy), sleeping, being annoying+lazy, doom scrolling, interacting with people, and more!

(I'm not really in any fandoms really..kinda like on the edge of being in each and every fandom I come across..)

General facts about me! Yippee!

I think eye bags and wrinkles are pretty (odd, I know lol), I live in a bus (not decked out like you see on social media though. We just live in a bus lol), I live with my ma (my dad is my step dad and he and my mom just broke up psooo ye), I blank out a lot and just stare at people for no reason (which freaks them out), I have greyish blue eyes (a long with some, I'm pretty sure permanent eye bags lol), I get energy right before nighttime mostly (and then it disappears as soon as it reaches around 11 pm to 12 am), My favorite color is maroon (and any type of blue along with orange and yellow and forest green..mostly just comfy vibe colors tbh but maroon is a fixed piece), my favorite animal is a cat (although I have a dog. Muffin doesn't count as a dog, she's practically human. Apart of the family.), and more!

(I'll update this as I go)

[I will block as I see fit]

Do not interact with my blog if: You're racist, you only or mostly have sexual themes on your own blog (I apologize but it makes me uncomfortable. Have some other interests and it might make me less uncomfortable ^^), if you in general just enjoy hating on people for no reason (I like to make my area a safe space for people) if you're a Zoophile (No explanation really needed but animals can't consent.) (more will be added later when I think of what to add)

Don't dm me unless you're a moot or you say your intentions within the first 1-3 messages. (moots that I've interacted with can send me a dm unprompted with stated intentions anytime they'd like. Special privileges ✨)

(Added a specific part of that bc a moot felt they were making me uncomfortable by having such themes on their blog. I didn't really realize at first but yes that does make slightly uncomfortable but I don't really care as long as you have other interests. If s3x is your only interest, it weirds me out to have those types of people interact with me. Just know you're all good moot, you're not the type of person I was aiming it at. There are other people that just don't think about anything else but $ex and relationships that creep me out and you are not one of them. ^^❤️)

Things about me, (random stuff): I am cringe from time to time, my fav colors are maroon and any kind of blue, orange is nice too though,

I appreciate any and all constructive criticism. IDC if it sounds rude and might hurt my feelings, TELL ME so I can help better myself and my blog! I'm dum and will most likely not notice I'm doing something weird or anything :P <3

•Send me asks! Wanna to hug one of my OCs, Want to slap the sh1t out of one of em, Want to introduce me to a new (or old) fandom I don't know of but you think I might be interested in, Want to say hi, Want to give a music suggestion, send an ask!

I LOVE interaction and if possible, I want to be busy with asks at all times so send a ton!

•Moots:

@theachskid @voidsweirdthoughts @burningbutter @rafrfr @rateater2000

@footlongdingledong @ender-the-insomniac @thistlebriar @rspoetry @virtualcroissantflapcolor

@jawdoesstuff @storythesilly @yourfavoritecuntist @chamber-of-voices @i-draw-things

@2oo7xddd @catsreblogging @silli-billy15 @totally-not-a-commie @khloethecatsworld

@1nd13gh0st @cur1os1tyk1lledme @nonbinaryriverclan @ilove-fanart-and-lore405 @hermitchild

@my-mom-named-me-duck @hermitchild

@williamsart12345 @lilytheaxoltollover @twobraincellsremaining @nn-the-doodle @emmajasonartz

@bugba-bugbee @railway323 @xho-the-scribble @asqadia-banthen @nasthesilly @ceaselessbackflips

@the-anxious-acrobat @justuravghazbin @callmekiyo24 @maybeyoullfindthissomeday

@sensehumor ♥️

+any future moots/one's I might have forgotten (I hope I wouldn't forget anyone 🥲)

If you don't like being tagged in tag games, let me know and I'll move your name over here cuz I copy paste the ones above for tagging in stuff: (nothing here yet!)

Moot side blogs: @thistlebriar-tags @my-dad-named-me-goose @mysterious-other-being @

Btw, moot/friend privileges: tagging me in whatever the heck you want, sending nonstop and possibly annoying asks, dming me and having a convo at random, +more! I love all y'all and am more than happy to interact ❤️

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Yippee!! That's all for now folks! ❤️

I'll update this whole thing as I go, any questions, just send an ask and I'll update this with the answer as well as you know- replying in general lol :3

I seem incredibly childish in this intro post and my general posts but do know, I am over 12 years of age lmao 🤣

I'mma keep some notes here as well... mostly for tone stuffs cuz I can't remember these 😭

/lh = lighthearted

/j = joking

/hj = half joking

#intro post #pinned post #pinned intro #LONG post #echo rambles #i talk a LOT btw #like a TON #I'm a full time ranter #you might think i don't talk a lot but trust me #it's cuz I'm holding back #i think i qualify as an ask blog idk #art/ask blog?

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mufos-photo-album · 3 months ago

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Because this blog is my most popular blog, I figure I should write about a phenomenon I've been noticing here.

As a part of a fun little experiment, I want you to go into the #digital art tag right now and sort the posts by latest. Find any post with less than 10 notes and check the notes, specifically the replies. If there is a reply, how many have something written like this?

All of these examples are on different posts in the digital art tag, and I bet if I kept scrolling I could find even more of them. In my experience, these kinds of bots have always left a reply minutes after I've posted something tagged #digital art (though they may also target other tags as well), and have never interacted with me or my posts in the past. The contents of these bot blogs are also very similar. They are rarely left blank, though what posts they do have may be sparse compared to an actual Tumblr user.

Given the scale of how often these guys post, it should be giving red flags that this is a bot operation, but I decided to take it a step further and message one of these bots. I had to do so through my main blog since sideblogs can't send messages without being approached first, but the fact that I post 0 art to my main blog these days probably doesn't matter to these guys.

The events that transpired are almost identical to a commission scam (explanatory post 1, explanatory post 2). The warning signs, if you don't wanna read the screenshots, were as follows:

Asked me to draw what was presumably their pet

Offered me a very high amount of money

Immediately wanted to use Paypal and tried to nab both a Paypal email and name

Very vague and open statements about what they wanted for their piece

If you get the gist and aren't interested in the screenshots below the cut: basically if you see these bots, please report and block them.

The email and name I supplied are fake names (and I also make artwork for all genders, I was just looking for a way out). Regardless, at this point I checked the contents of the bogus email address and lo and behold, someone tried to send me payment.

The bogus email I sent isn't actually attached to a Paypal account, so I suspect that's the reason why it's having a problem. Regardless, the scammer tried to resolve the issue with me, but I also didn't want to do this anymore. So I spammed them with a bunch of dickbutts until they blocked me.

Once again, if you see comments like these, look into the account and use your discretion to report and block them. You could also waste their time, like I did, though it's not really worth it unless you wanna see what the process of being scammed is like.

#digital art #art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #oc artist #not a photo from the album

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pluggedintosaverockandroll · 3 months ago

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Oh, I'd love it if you would share your criteria with me! And I'll definitely tag you if I do end up doing this <3

i am actually so tempted to consume as many dracula adaptations as possible and to compare them to find the Ultimate Dracula Adaptation

#i need to figure out a format for it and if i'm gonna share it to my main or create a side blog for it but yeah it should be fun!#i will also probably create a tag for it in the future #kj post #just watched the og nosferatu and might also include this in my list #or compare the different nosferatus to each other ? who know #could also do this with carmilla once i've read it but let's not get ahead of ourselves #kaye reviews dracula #(<- this will be my tag for now)

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pcisfavesandrecs · 3 months ago

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Outerbanks SMAU Recs:

This is where you will find some of my favorite works of all time and my place to write my love letters to their authors! I hope you find something you love here!

Heartbreak:Live/Offline- @zyafics (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Kildare Split- @ghostofwriting (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Lay all your love on me- @kimoralov3 (JJ Maybank x Heyward!Reader)

Salt &&. Secrets- @sematarygirls (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Rhythm & Revelry- @darlingchronicles (Reader X JJ Maybank)

Summer Lovin’- @murdockcastleslut (Jackson Genrette x Pogue!Reader)

Off Limits- @whorelaud (BFB!Rafe x Reader)

Off Topic- @murdockcastleslut (Rafe x Reader)

Meddle About- @murdockcastleslut (JJ x Reader/ Rafe x Reader)

Bed Chem- @lolxdswag123 (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Riding the Edge- @ghostofwriting (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Ocean Blue Eyes- @softspiderling (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Summer Sun Forever- @l6ndry (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Poor Un-American Girls- @greyswaren (Rafe Cameron x foreignexchangestudent!Reader)

Gossip Girl- @maybejj (JJ Maybank x pogue!reader)

Criminal Love- @maybejj (Rafe Cameron x college!reader)

Fractured Ties- @maybejj (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Too Hot to Handle- @maybejj (JJ x Reader) (Rafe x Reader)

Set Me Free- @maybejj (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Twin Flames- @maybejj (Babydaddy!Rafe x Pogue!Reader)

You want me to pretend?- @inthelibrarybtw (BasketballPlayer!Rafe x College!Reader)

Kildare Nights- @robinsgrl (Undecided x Reader)

Happy Endings U- @whytheylosttheirminds (BaseballPlayer!Rafe x College! Reader) (BaseballPlayer!JJ x College!Reader)

kildarewatch.com- @zyafics (ExBSF!Kook!Rafe x Kook!Reader) (ExBSF!Kook!JJ x Kook!Reader)

#pcis recs

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