#im doing these slowly while working on other stuff and its nice

[eliasdrid]

more icons, Faith/Fate and Falcon (she/her for both)

[carbonfiction]

Jackson sunsets

Just a little first time joel miller blurb in an attempt to get me back into writing. been hit big time with writers block and a bunch of other stuff lately but i crave this man (and his damn brother) carnally. Lmk what you think <33 ps im working on asks slowly but surely! Love seeing what you guys share w me!

Masterlist- Warnings?: hints at thigh/lap grinding, kissing, cheeky neck smooch- just soft slightly suggestive stuff. Honestly super fuckin tame for me lmaooo

The chair rocks gently with weight, joel first and you perched into his lap. His fixed up guitar propped against the railing from earlier use. Hours spent teaching you cords he could remember, throaty hums filling the air as you'd began picking the movements up.

Its nice, you think, to spend time with Joel like this. Quiet, unhurried, moments that serve as a reminder you're both still alive. Still together, despite it all. The wo of you now watching the world go by as the sun sets. The chill of the season changing begining to creep into your bones.

Another cool breeze making you shiver slightly as it combines with the careful brush of joels lips on your neck as he nuzzles in slightly. The brush of his peppered facial hair tickling as he smirks against the soft skin.

But then, and you're so very sure Joels doing this on purpose, he bounces his leg. Careful and calculated as it rocks you forward, the seam of your sweats knotching so deliciously at your center. Again.

He's been at it for far too long, offering those intermittent little jolts, guiding you along the meat of his lap. You can feel the slick glide of your cunt against the fabric of your panties with each shift. Building, sparking need growing like hunger in your belly.

"S' the matter?" he eventually murmers quietly. He sounds smug more than concerned, like he knows the exact way he's been torturing you the last half hour at least- And he does, perhaps more than you care to register.

Yet you swallow, putting in the effort to keep your voice steady. An attempt at nonchalance. "Nothin, M' fine, why?"

You feel hot, too hot, considering the light flurries of snow that begin to coat the surrounding trees.

"You sure it aint nothin peach?" he continues, a brow raised while a large rough hand squeezes at your waist. His voice wavers just a little too amused for it not to be purposeful. "Cause you're breathin pretty heavy, pulse is thrummin n' those cheeks are gettin so warm i can feel em from here. Gettin cold?"

He shifts you again as he pulls you deeper into his arms under the guise of warmth. Jostling you forward a little deeper until you rut against both the curve of his plaid covered stomach and the chubbed crotch of his own denims. The evidence of his own arousal and the barley there friction making your eyes flutter, throat choked on a muted groan. "You're s-such an asshole"

"Yeah.." Joel huffs, head nodding slow in honest agreement. His chapped lips quirked as he nips then soothes the spot below your ear. "but I'd bet it feels real good dont it.. sounded like it, gaspin all pretty like that"

He doesnt give you a moment to respond, to catch your breath or even think, let alone nod. Joels voice dropping into a deep drawl as his lips instead meet yours. Pillowy flesh melding, enjoying the taste of him, the tang of the whiskey he drank earlier still clinging. His tongue slowly making its way across your lower lip for one last drag before he pulls sway just enough to speak. "How bout we head inside 'n see what other sounds i can get you makin.. That soundin like a plan sugar?"

[decojellyfish]

First. I love your work! Just the whole writing and stuff is so AAAAAAAA wonderful.

Second. Idk if its a gonna be a bother or something but i reread the Bonbon fanfic and thought if you could do a part 2. With the idea of because ghost is already a rescue price then brings another rescue home like gaz or soap.

I HOPE IM NOT BOTHERING YOU IM SORRYYYY

You're not a bother at all! In fact, I should be apologizing to you for taking so long with this! I hope it was worth the wait, enjoy! This is the official part 2 of Bonbon! (Go give it a read if you're interested :))

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Boom! Boom!

Hybrid AU! TF141 (Retired) Guard Dog! Ghost x (Retired) Fight Dog! Soap x Kitten! Reader x Owner! Price Reader is only addressed as 'you' !!No Romance Towards Reader For Obvious Purposes!!

SFW ~ Fluff

Warnings: Occasional swearing? There’s barely any

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Cute Circus - Twintail Tsundere" 0:09 ━●────────── 2:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

───♡───────────── Beginning It had been a year since you’d been adopted by Price and a few things have changed.

First of all, you had forgotten what it felt like to be starving or what you smelled like when they’d first found you. Bubble baths were a routine part of your week, and you loved playing with your toys and scratching posts. Sometimes, when you’d be mad, you would take it out on your scratching post, or if you were feeling rebellious, you would commit the cardinal sin of doing it on the couch. But you also loved snuggling. Whether it was Price or Ghost, you loved curling up on their lap under a blanket with one of your toys. Sometimes it would be the only thing that would get you to fall asleep.

Price enjoyed the extra company and finally had someone to accompany Ghost while he was gone. Price had never really taken on a father role in his life until you came into the picture. At points, he felt like the best father figure anyone could ask for; other times, he wondered if he knew anything at all about parenting. Sometimes, he felt like he was being too mean to you, snuggling with you after a small quarrel as an act of both apologizing and forgiving.

Ghost, on the other hand, felt as if you weren’t disciplined enough. He felt like you were a little brat, getting into trouble all the time with the blame usually falling on Ghost’s shoulders. You were a little angel in Price’s eyes, only to turn around and kick Ghost out of his usual spots around the house, running it like you owned the place. But only he was allowed to be your bully. Any time you, him, and Price were out and another hybrid tried to get smart with you, a kitten, Price would have to physically hold Ghost back as he barked up a storm about how he was gonna turn them into fish food by drowning them.

But all in all, things were nice. 

Then came along the mutt from the forest.

You had been playing in the yard for about an hour, Ghost was supervising you to make sure you didn’t run off into the woods. He was bored, but still kept his ears perked for any sign of danger… which he quickly caught a whiff of. He stood up from his seated position in the grass and made his way over to where the mouth of the forest began.

There was a small forest that resided in the backyard of Price’s neighborhood. You were only ever allowed to go in there under the supervision of both Ghost and Price. So when you saw Ghost slowly venturing out into the woods, you knew something was up. Your little ears perked up, your fluffy tail swishing with childlike curiosity.

So naturally, as the little kitten you were, you did the sensible thing.

You silently followed behind Ghost, not alerting him of your presence. He was too focused on finding the danger and keeping it from coming any closer to his family.

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Ghost was following a certain scent, it seemed to belong to a burly one, built similarly to him. They smelled sweaty, musky, and… scared? No, angry. No, scared? A mix of both? It was a marbled mess of both emotions.

His ears twitched in one direction, sensing a rapidly approaching figure. He quickly turned his body to face the figure head-on, ready to attack. His guard dog instincts kicked in with a small snarl as he eyed the violent dog approaching. That’s when a little thing caught his attention in the corner of his eye.

It was you!

What the hell were you doing here?! How did you follow him so silently?? Probably because you were a cat, but that’s beside the point. He looked at your tiny form with wide eyes, “What are you doing here?! Get back to the house! Now-!” He was cut off when he suddenly got tackled.

The two bulky figures collided, rolling and flying across the rough ground, causing you to yelp in alarm.

Ghost let out a growl, grabbing the figure by their shoulders and forcing them away, ready to bark their arse off before something made him stop. His eyes were wide and his mouth awkwardly hanging open. The figure, another dog-hybrid, had also stopped and was now catching his breath as he stared down at Ghost with a similar expression.

It was silent for a few moments, just the two canines panting for air with their bewildered expressions. The mysterious pup was first to break the silence.

“Ghost?”

“Soap?” Ghost replied, just as astonished as Soap was.

“Ghost!” Soap rejoiced, pulling his brother from another mother close into a hug. “Oi, where’ve ya been?? How’s retirement goin’???” He had a giant smile on his face, his tail wagging so much that it was causing his hips to move side to side as well slightly. 

“Eh, it’s been good. Eventful. Why the hell are you all roughed up? They kick you out or somethin’?” “Uhh, it’s complicated.” Soap chuckled. “Let’s jus’ say, I got roped into underground fightin’ and now I’m also retired.” He laughed a little more while Ghost looked at him slightly confusedly.

“Oh, hey! No mask!” Soap pointed out, now holding Ghost’s head and examining his face. “Aye, I knew you were a blondie!” “Yes, Soap, being retired means there’s no need to hide my identity.” Ghost sighed as he was forcefully examined by his old friend.

Soap smiled from dog-ear to dog-ear as he finally got to see the face of his good friend, looking at each scar, wrinkle, and bump his face had to offer. “You’re quite the looker, Ghost.” He smirked before he was abruptly attacked by a little thing.

You meowed and hissed as you latched onto the weird man who decided to attack the man who was like a big brother in your eyes. Your claws were tiny, but you spent a fair amount of time with your scratching posts so you knew how to hook them in. The man yowled and reached back, quickly plucking you off of him as his chipped ears pinned to the back of his head.

You kept hissing and scratching the air in his direction while he and Ghost looked at each other, Soap was obviously more confused while Ghost was trying to hold back a chuckle. “Who the hell is this??” “Uh… they’re with me, Soap.”

Soap looked at his best friend with eyes as wide and big as saucers, “...you had a kid?!” He looked at you again before looking back down, “...with a cat?!”

Ghost just had to stifle his chuckles, his head slightly shaking back and forth. He had to contain his laughter before finally telling Soap the whole story about you.

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Price had finally returned home after a long, tiring shift at work. With a soft thud, he set his bag down near the front door and took his coat off.

“I’m home!” He called out, his gravelly voice laced with a hint of exhaustion. His eyes perked up at the muffled sound of you playing outside, with Ghost he assumed. Your happy giggles and squeals, an occasional shriek of surprise followed by more laughter. It made him smile knowing you were getting proper time outside despite the temperatures gradually decreasing as autumn approached.

Walking to the back door, Price opened it expecting to see two hybrids playing in the backyard but was surprised when he saw three, even after trying to recount them to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind. For a moment Price thought it was a feral hybrid who had planned on attacking his family, but realized you weren’t in any danger while Ghost was still supervising.

You were playing with the feral hybrid, and he was playing with you. He would chase you, you would chase him, ride on his back while he ran around, and laugh as he put on a show for you as he chased his tail in rapid, small circles. Still, Price was your father (in a sense) so he had to step in.

“Ghost,” he shouted at the blonde pup, “What’s all this?” Ghost looked over at the old man, offering a reassuring smirk. “Just an old work buddy, or friend. Can we keep ‘im?” He chided, his tail slightly wagging. Price only sighed, already knowing there was only one correct answer.

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So now, this is your current life. Ghost watching as you and Soap play around in the living room, lazily attempting to play with you on the couch, and Price shouting from the kitchen, as he’s making dinner, to be careful and not knock anything over.

Soap would always get this guilty look on his face when he was told this, knowing he was the culprit behind the murder of a few innocent standing vases and decor.

You loved playing with him, especially when he would play this game where he pretended you were a bomb that he had to drop (safely onto the couch, of course). He would do a dramatic countdown, “3…2…1!” and then plop you right onto the couch cushion then the two of you would chant, “Boom! Boom!”

Then, he would tickle you relentlessly until Ghost barked at him to stop because he didn’t like your little giggle-shriek sounds. Soap would stop, then make Ghost his next target by scratching behind his scarred ears. This caused Ghost to kick one of his legs uncontrollably, making you giggle.

There were times when you didn’t like Soap as much. Sometimes, he would take a bit of food from your plate without you noticing, making you through a small hissyfit when he finally took a noticeable amount. Other times, he would bark at you to stop scratching at the armrests of the couch before gesturing to all the other scratching posts you had.

In return, you would give him… the silent treatment.

Which lasted about 5 or 10 minutes until you asked him to play with you, which he happily agreed to with a small chuckle.

But the most enjoyable part of your days now was in the evenings after dinner. When you’d be curled up between Price and Ghost, your head in Price’s lap as he kept a hand scratching your head, and Ghost keeping a hand on your back or belly (depending on which position you were resting in) as he felt the subtle rise and fall of your lungs as you drifted off. 

Soap usually sat on the floor, his head close to yours, so your relaxed purrs went directly into his ear. This made his tail wag with a repetitive soft thumping. All of you were probably settled down for a movie of some sort or just stayed in the living room for a small chat. Not like you were paying any attention though, you were just there to fall asleep.

However, other times, Price would read you a bedtime story instead. With Ghost and Soap sitting by you for extra security as you fell asleep that way, still loudly purring and making biscuits out of your blankie.

They would all wait for your purrs to fade out and biscuits to slow to an eventual stop, signaling that you had fallen asleep, and now was the tricky part of tiptoeing away from your little cat bed without waking you up.

Once they were successful, they would close the door, leaving it open with a small crack to allow a little light to pour in. They all snuck one last peek at you before leaving with a content sigh or grunt.

They loved how you took them on all sorts of adventures with occasional mischief.

They loved their lives

And they loved you. ───♡───────────── End

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[ysrjune]

okay stay w me here. Scott’s a virgin and he’s swears he’s gonna take that to grave but he ends up telling a really pretty girl at a party and gets all embarrassed but she’s pretty eager to help him with the steps of loosing his virginity like how to pleasure a girl and making out and stuff

𐔌 SHE KNOW I AINT NEVER DID IT BEFORE 〃#VIRGIN!SCOTT

a/n: some random girl he's hooking up with, so it's not 'reader', but you can imagine that it is? dialogue is more focused on Scott rather than the girl (like always ngl. I always get too lazy to put dialogue for the reader. Proofread. Enjoy!

“How many girls are you gonna hook up with tonight?” A friend asks him with a sly smirk and cup in hand. Scott looks over at the guy and shakes his head. “Im not looking for that, man. I shouldn't. Its not right.” He's definitely in the mood, he just.. doesn't know what to do about it. He's too nervous to go up to some random girl and pop the question (if that's how its supposed to go).

“Suit yourself, im gonna try and go for Stephanie. She looks so good in that shirt, dude.” The other boy raises his eyebrows repeatedly and nudges Scott to look at Stephanie. “Yeah, I guess..” Scott nods. Stephanie is pretty and has a nice body, but she isn't his type. He doesn't even know what his type is, really, but it's not Stephanie. “Alright, wish me luck, Scott. Im gonna go talk her up first and play the role of 'Nice Guy'” He smiles and leaves Scott.

Scott sighs and walks over to the bar to pour himself a drink, but it appears that there is a girl doing just that. Did someone really hire a bar girl for a house party? How old even is she? She doesn't look old enough to be handling liquor. These thoughts don't stop Scott from approaching her, though. “Hi,” the girl smiles at him. “What can I get for you?” Scott felt his mouth go dry. Up close, she's really cute and has such a nice voice. It was soothing. Scott stands there silently for a few seconds and snaps out of it. “Sorry. Rum and coke, please.” He looks down to the floor.

Scott actually stuck to her side after that. She's really easy to talk to. Funny and Nice—He's into her. But is she into him? Probably not. He's not exactly hoping she is, either, but if she is, he wouldn't complain. Somehow, the conversation got to the topic of sex. After she talked about the few experiences she had, she asked Scott about his. “I'm.. not exactly.. uh. I've never gone all the way.” That was such a bad way to put it. He sounded like an awkward 10th grader.

“Really?” She asks, amazed. “Aren't you a college sophomore?” Scott was now more embarrassed than ever. Yes, he's 20 and a virgin.. big deal. “Mhm. I just dont get much action, alright?”

“So how far have you gone?” She asks with a certain look to her eyes. Excitement? Genuine curiosity? He couldn't put his finger on it. “What, did you want me to list everything I've ever done?” He chuckles. “Yeah, why not.” Is she totally out of her mind..

Scott gives her a weird look, but hey? Its a normal conversation. “I've had my dick sucked once or twice. That was in highschool, though.” His gaze was trained on his cup of liquor. It was far too embarrassing to talk about this with eye contact. “Does making out count?” He asks. The girl laughs and nods. “Yeah, sure. So then you aren't completely clueless.” “Uh-huh.” He replies.

What happened next isn't what he expected. She took him back to her apartment. She offered to help him check that off of his list. Who was he to turn it down? He was horny.

The way she took his clothes off slowly while kissing down his neck was pure bliss. This felt really nice. After she took off his shirt, she ran her hands over the hard planes of his chest and abs. “Do you work out?” He mutters. “Yeah. Im on the football team, too.” He mutters. “Makes sense. You look like a jock.” She teases and takes a nipple into her mouth. Scott sucke in a sharp breath and stares at the ceiling with half lidded eyes.

It didn't take long for her to take his pants and boxers off and guide him through his masturbating. “Li‐hngh. That way. I like it like that.” Scott whimpers as she runs his hand over the glistening tip.

“Fuck, im gonna cum.” He breaths and let's go as soon as he does. “Sorry.” He mumbles. It's been a while since a girl touched him this way, so finishing a little early was just bound to happen. “Dont worry.” She smiles and kisses Scott. He swipes his tongue across the slit of her lips, asking for access, and once it's granted, he makes their kiss hotter and way more passionate.

Now here's Scott, spreading her legs and letting them hook around his hips. “You're okay with this?” He questions. “God, Scott, just do it.” She huffs. “Sorry, okay.” He rolls his eyes and holds the base of his shaft, now nudging the tip in. “Wait, but I dont have a condom on..” He stills. “Oh my fucking God, shut up!” She groans and lowers herself on him, catching him off guard and huffing out a choked moan. “What the fuck!” He whines. Only the tip and a small amount of the rest of him was in you, but it was still enough to catch him off guard.

“You know how to move, right?” She mumbles. “Kinda. I've watched porn, but.. you know.” “Just roll your hips and go slow.” And Scott does exactly that. He shakily breathes in and out through his nose while watching himself dissappear into her tight channel. “Like that?” She nods. Scott holds onto her hips and picks up his speed little by little. One particular movement caused the tip of him to kiss her cervix, making him whine.

“You're really-” He swallowed down his building up saliva. “Wet.” He didn't know if it was a turn-off to call it out. Remembering what his friends have told him about girls wanting to be talked through it, he gave it a try. “You feel so good. I don't wanna stop.” He bites his lip, listening to the lewd squelching and moaning coming from her. “Do you feel that? Feel how hard I am inside of you?”

His cock slips out for a second, and he sees her arousal stringing to it. “Fuck, shes drooling all over me.” He smirks and slips himself back in followed by a small moan. Scott pace was quicker than before, and kept it that way. It felt better this way. His head fell backwards, eyes closed, really feeling what was happening. Pure lust, but he wasn't ashamed. She started this anyway.

He felt her walls flutter around him and he knew she was about to cum. “Make a mess for me.” He whispers and looks down to where he slides in and out. “I want it all over me.” Moaning out his name and making straight eye contact, she comes undone on him. Scott took pride in it. His first time having sex and he wasn't the one to finish first. His first time and it didn't go horribly wrong.

But seconds later, he felt close as well. “Im gonna—Nnggh.. Are you?..hhmgh.” He begins to whimper. “Can I cum inside, please? Please I dont wanna stop.” Before she could say yes or no, he did it. It was an accident. He felt bad for a second but the lust overcame his mind—continuing to stuff her full with his hot cum. “H-holy shit. Im sorry.” His voice quivers after coming down from his high.

“Its fine, its fine..” She pants and brings him down for a kiss. “Its okay.” “I should, uh. I should go.” Scott shakes his head and pulls his jeans and boxers up. He just wanted to get out of there. Did he feel guilty? Sort of. But really, did she expect him to want anything else? It's not like he was trying to get her to fuck him on the first place. He just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.

“Im sorry, I really am. Uh, you call me if you need a plan B, yeah?” He says and does his belt and puts his shirt back on. “It was nice.. meeting you?” He huffs out an awkward laugh and was quick to leave after putting his shoes back on. “Asshole..” She mumbles after hearing the door shut. She couldn't be pregnant, she was on birth control, and even if she wasnt—she doesn't have his number.

“Fuck.” He mumbles as he speed walks out of the complex and searches through his contacts. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He clicks on the contact. 'Babe' with a red heart.

Ring Ring Ring.

“Hi baby! How was the party?” She picks up. Scott looks behind him with guilt. “Ee-It was fine. It was cool. I left a while ago and went to Johnnys for a little bit. Im on my way to your place.”

“Okay, I'll order us a pizza, and then we can just hang out!” hang out. Just hang out. No wonder why I fucking cheated on you. All you ever wanna do is just hang out.

“Yeah, babe. That sounds good. I'll be there in thirty. I love you.”

“I love you too, be safe!” She says sweetly and hangs up the phone.

When he arrived to his girlfriends house, he acted normal. Like nothing happened. Like the understanding boyfriend who wouldn't pressure his girl into doing anything she isn't ready for. She thinks it's going good, but really, he's going to break up with her in a week or two.

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guys rn or what?? 😇😇

[the-s1lly-corner]

Cuddling Male toons

my tummy kinda hurt lowkey ooooooouhchie ouchie notes: gn toon reader, pre game, focused mostly on the canon character, short and sweet, written on computer, short in theory but collectively its long cws: none

BLOT

hes kind of cold... and sticky... and wet.. im sure if he leaves ink footsteps hes going to leave stains as you cuddle... so hopefully you dont mind being a bit of a mess during and after cuddling- or really most physical affection

he... doesnt actually like cuddling all that much because of this. its such a hassle and he likes being a show off about his love in other ways- of course he is! he looooves making a performance of things when its things he feels like matter a lot to him!

on the chance you guys do cuddle he can go either way about being big or little spoon

BOXTEN

hes such an awkward cuddler... where does he put his hands? is this okay? youre not uncomfortable when he holds you like this- or this- or-... it takes him a minute to get comfortable and find something that works for the both of you

he actually does like cuddling you despite all the squirming, its just that he doesnt know how to play it cool long enough for you guys to really get into it. give him some time and with experience he'll become more confident with this!

he actually prefers being little spoon but he feels a certain pressure to be big spoon... please let him know he can be little spoon whenever he wants

COSMO

soft and fluffy- just like a real cake. sometimes you leave indents on him... sometimes watching them slowly puff back into place is nice, its satisfying in its own way. he also smells nice too! overall a nice experience overall!

he doesnt much care for the big/little spoon way of cuddling, whatever position you guys take in bed that leaves you both in close proximity works for him! lay on him- or let him lay on you.. smoosh into each others sides- get creative with it if you must!

sometimes his icing drizzle makes you all sticky though :(

FINN

cuddling with him can be a little awkward... hes made of glass and his head is full of water- you cant really fully lay down and huddle into him without the risk of getting wet

usually you guys cuddle while sitting or otherwise propped up- not always the most comfortable but hey- you guys dont really have much of a choice otherwise

kind of cold to the touch too thanks to the water and glass but hes got a few blankets to try to warm himself up for you! he can go either way about being big or little spoon.... and hes not ashamed to ask to be held!

GLISTEN

hes cold and hard- mirror stuff, hes... admittedly not the most comfortable... and hes somewhat (very) insecure about it... but you guys have managed to find work arounds! covers and blankets- give him a nice robe to lounge around in and hes going to be obsessed!

he tends to prefer being little spoon, but he tries to be big spoon for you more often than not- something about wanting to please you... but once those walls are let down and he allows himself to be more honest about how hes feeling and thinking around you he melts right into your arms

definitely pouts when you need to get up to do something mid cuddle- hes only mildly upset in reality

GOOB

well he loves hugging.. and whats cuddling if not an extended hug? of course hes going to cling onto you the moment you bring it up- and a lot of times you dont even need to open your mouth.. just gotta pat the bed and hes sprinting towards you

wraps his arms all up around you to keep you as close as possible- the whole big/little spoon thing doesnt really cross his mind, he just wants you as close as possible in the moment! sometimes his claws kind of sink into you... not enough to hurt or break the skin but hes definitely accidentally poked you

nice and fluffy and warm, sometimes its like snuggling into a blanket fresh from the dryer... you could stay like this forever!

LOOEY

Already have cuddling hcs here!

RAZZLE AND DAZZLE

Already have cuddling hcs here!

RODGER

he prefers to be big spoon, something about holding you and keeping you so close to him is... nice and comforting. he gets the horary "tends to put himself between you and the door as a subconscious barrier to protect you in case of anything,"... not that he thinks theres any danger around, its habit really

he smells like bitter coffee though so hopefully you dont mind that too much- sometimes getting him into bed to come cuddle you can be a fight too since he has a habit of getting really sucked into his cases.. hes determined and bordering on obsessive

he also occasionally likes having you simply laying across his chest

SHRIMPO

he burns hot. on the rare chance he actually lets you cuddle with him hes going to be uncomfortably warm and its... overall not a good time... hes kind of sweaty too and smells like... well shrimp...

he doesnt really like cuddling that much though- he kind of shakes and seethes quietly the whole time... at least its an upgrade from how hed just push you away and go off on you?

[medullamindset]

hello! Could you make a hobie brownxfemvirginreader? That it’s her first time and she is kinda scared but hobie tries to calm her? If it’s a okay to you!^^

First ask YIPPIEEE!! and yes i can ♥︎

Heads up! Hobie calls reader Doll, Sweetheart and Baby. Reader calls Hobie 'Bee' once or twice. Use of the pull out method (actual protection is adviced)

You're not sure how you ended up in this.. situation. It was supposed to be a casual sleepover with your boyfriend, yet it feels like anything but casual when hes caressing your face like this, kissing you slowly, his tongue cautious yet seeking entrance.

The tickle of his cool lip ring against your warm skin and his hand sliding down makes you gasp, Hobie takes it as an opportunity to glide his tongue against yours, making you let out the quietest whine. And the warmth pooling between your thighs cant be ignored anymore.. you shuffle uncomfortably, signaling Hobie to check on you.

"Y'alright?" He murmurs against your mouth, his hand ghosting over your torso, right underneath your breast. "Yeah.. yeah, its just.. alot." You admit, sure you've kissed other people before, but it was never really more than that. with Hobie it feels different, hes so patient and kind, pouring love and care into each movement. He looks you over, reading you like a book, he always does. "You new to this stuff then?" He asks, the bluntness making you shoot up, searching his features for any boredom or even disgust, but all you find is gentle curiosity.

"Yes." You nod, looking down to avoid his gaze, but ofcourse you can still fucking feel it, feel him.

"We can stop if you wanna..-" he starts but you shake your head. "No, i want it.. I want you." You admit, fidgeting with a seam on his well-worn t-shirt. "Im just nervous, i guess..?"

"Okay," hobie climbs over, now hovering above you, he saids "we'll take it slow, yeah?" He kisses you, once, twice. "I'll take care of you." He affirms you with his hand back on your cheek, his thumb caressing back and forth. "Nice an' proper, yeah?" He kisses you again, and you return it with fervour, a silent agreement.

Minutes pass like seconds and suddenly you're laying back, with Hobie between your legs, kissing and nipping at the plush of your thighs while rubbing your pussy through your underwear, slow, slow circles around your clit, making you tense every time he rubs it just right. His free hand is wrapped around your left thigh, fingertips ghosting up and down it, sending a wave of goosebumps through you.

"'Bee.." you pant, looking down at him with need. He meets your gaze with his own teasing one, not once stopping the movement over your clothed clit, making you struggle to find the words. "Please,.. quit fucking around." You giggle pathetically, making Hobie chuckle.

"Can't help myself, doll.." he shrugs. "You're so" kiss  "kissable." Kiss

You let out a breathy giggle, sinking into the cushions with a faint smile. And thats when Hobie decides hes done "fucking around". He sits up and pulls down your underwear, the cool air hitting your wetness makes you shiver and close your legs. Hobie coaxes them open againwith his soft palms. you look down at what hes doing, and thats when you see it.. his cock straining against his jeans, rock hard, begging for attention, all that for little ol' you?

Hobies tongue swipes over his lips as he leans back and palms himself, staring into you eyes while doing so, seeing the mezmerized look in them as the feast upon the sight makes his head fall back with a defeated groan. You feel yourself clench as it plays out. Hobie begins undoing his belt, making quick work of the button and zipper, he pulls his pants down along with his briefs.

You gasp quietly as his cock springs up and hits his stomach, it swaying slightly as he takes his pants all the way off. He climbs on top of you, grabbing his dick and sliding the dark pink head between your wet folds, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this still, yeah?" You nod. "Yeah." He kisses your forehead, "'kay." He mumbles as he slowly pushes inside, filling you up inch by inch.

"Ohh.. fuck." You breathe, the words coming out in a whisper. Hes not even all the way in when his tip nudges your cervix. He pulls out halfway only to thrust back inside, making you both gasp. You hold onto him as he experiments with his pace, watching which ways your face contorts when he does this and that. Making you grab at his back and torso desparately. "Takin' it so well, doll." He purrs. "You feel good?" He asks, caressing your thigh, gently draging his fingers over the marks he left there before quickening his pace with a snap of his hips. "Mhm!.. shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as Hobies thrusts quicken, your eyebrows pulling together like a pleading puppies.

He grabs your hands, holding them by either side of your head as he comes closer, your noses nudge as you pant against eachothers mouths. He kisses you sloppily, dragging his tongue against yours. You muster up some courage and begin to suck on his slippery muscle, ripping a guttural groan out of him, he squeezes your hands as he slams into your g-spot, making you let go of his tongue with a loud moan. "Shit, baby.. you're doin' so good, so good f'me." He grunts, scooting his knees a bit closer to you so he'll hit your g-spot with each thrust. This new angle has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your throats getting dry from all the heavy panting. You let out another broken moan, already feeling yourself getting close. "Hobie!!" You shriek as your legs stretch and tense in desparation. "I know, sweetheart.. shit- me too.." he grunts, letting go of one of your hands, he leans back and spits, letting his saliva dribble all the was down onto your cunt. He starts rubbing circles on your clit with his right thumb again, that combined with him slamming into your g-spot over and over being what eventually has you skyrocketing towards climax, you begin pulsating around him, grabbing onto his arm for support and squeezing his other hand in yours. "H-Hobie, m'so close! M'so fucking close!" You slur your words, digging your nails into his bicep. "Yeah? Cum on my cock, Baby." Hobie whines as you tighten around him, choking his dick.

Your legs shake as your orgasm takes over full force, you let out wheezy moans and broken whimpers and all you see is white for a solid 15 seconds.

Hobies thrusts lose their rythmn as he comes closer and closer to release, his hips stuttering as he tries VERY hard not to cum, wanting to let you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out. His movement on your clit slows and eventually stops as you start getting overstimulated. He pulls out gently before jacking himself off frantically over your stomach, cumming with a low groan.

He bucks into his hand, thick spurts of white cum hitting your warm skin. His head falls back as he comes down from his high, still panting heavily.

He crouches back down and pets your hair. "Y'alright?" He mumbles before kissing your cheek. "Yeah.. thank you, 'Bee." You hum, a stupid grin on your face as he keeps kissing you all over, whispering praises in your ear.

Being my first writing (this long, anyway) i hope this was alright :')

[aliorsboxostuff]

BROO YOUR MIGUEL X MALE READER FICS ARE SO AAAAGHDHFBSJJFM GOT ME GIGGLIN N SHIT

Can i req for a fic where miguel is wounded and reader has to patch him up? idrc if its smut or fluff either way im eating it

IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR PATCHING UP FICS AHHHH ty anon i’m writing this to be a very soft and fluffy fic, a bit short and a bit of angst sprinkled here but just nice stuff for our big softie Miguel <3

The Wounded

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Miguel O’hara x gn!reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is a sunshine, Soft!Miguel, Established relationship, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Another day of being Spiderman leads to another wound that's a bit too hard for the healing factor to take care of. Luckily, Miguel lets you take care of his wounds

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Being Spiderman requires an understanding of basic procedures. Including knowing what to do when you run out of web fluids and are falling between buildings, or when you're healing factor just doesn't work fast enough.

You were looking into improving your web shooters, deep in your part of the lab, stacks of books and tech strewn about, when your wrist suddenly beeps. The sound snaps you out of your focus trance and you quickly pull it up to display the hologram. 

Lyla pops up, you can see anxiety behind her tinted glasses. “Hey cutie, sorry to interrupt your work hours but uh…” She glitches. “I think you might wanna check on Miguel,” 

“What? What's wrong with him?” You were already clicking back the shooter you were examining and standing from your seat, making your way to the exit doors. 

“Today’s mission went a bit… Messy. Infirmary is packed full right now and he’s resisting the help-” 

“Can you send him to our room instead?”

“Already on it,” She nods, and a screen appears in front of her. “He’s stable right now, but he’d appreciate the help, especially on the stomach wound,”

“Shit…” You muttered before flicking your wrist which makes the Lyla disappears. You quickly leap off of the walkway, swinging above the other Spider-people. As you shoot out another web, you swing past the doors to the infirmary, seeing Spider-people going in and out of the room. Your stomach drops. Knowing Miguel, he would've sent the others to treat their injuries there while he excuses himself, always with his excuses. His own ego doesn't let him be seen as weak in front of others, and you're the only exception.

After swinging past more walkways, you finally made your way to Miguel's office, quickly running into the side room where you and Miguel rest. 

“Miguel?” You knocked twice on the door, hearing a low groan from him. “I’m coming in,”

You push the door to Miguel on the floor, supporting his upper body on the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen, quickly moving to his side, dropping to the floor next to him. Your hands cup his jaws, turning him towards you. “Miguel? Hey, it’s me, hey,” 

His breath is labored, eyes flashing as he blinks rapidly before he finally registers your appearance when he glances at you. Miguel growls, holding one side while his other arm claws at the sheets. “You dont��� need to help…”

“Yes I fucking do.” You stare him down before slowly bringing your hands to remove the one holding at his side. It reveals a long cut, from his hip to his middle, dangerously close to his stomach. If whoever attacked him angled their weapon just right, it would’ve struck his- “Okay, alright let’s get you on the bed,”

With your super strength, moving Miguel to lie down on the bed wasn't a hassle. Miguel grunts as he’s set on the bed, still holding at the gaping wound. You quickly run into the ensuite bathroom, grab the emergency kit from the cabinet and run right back, dropping down beside you’re groaning boyfriend. Opening the case, it has the necessary supplies you need. You swiftly pull off your mask and gloves, coaxing Miguel to remove his hands.

“Lyla disable the top part of Miguel’s suit.” The suit glitches away. The cut doesn't seem too deep to penetrate fat, therefore it won't need stitches, but a hand full of butterfly plasters and a good wrap of bandages. You pull and bundle up the blanket, pushing it beneath Miguel's hand. 

“Hold this babe, I’m going to get a wet towel,” Miguel nods.

You quickly run into the bathroom again, grabbing the two towels that were hung and running them under the tap, making sure they're soaked. You twist them, enough to get excess water out and run straight back to your boyfriend. Carefully, you remove the blanket and his hand, before beginning to clean the cut, patting around it with the damp towel. Miguel hisses, biting down on his fist, which worries you. 

“Here, don't hurt yourself,” You try a small smile, relief to see Miguel’s eye roll as a response. You hand him one of the pillows so he doesn't inject himself with his paralyzing venom. Once you are he’s safe, you continue your cleaning. The towel has been successfully covered in blood, but the cut is now clean and oozing fresh blood instead. You quickly grab a pair of tweezers and a ball of cotton, putting enough Betadine to coat the ball before pressing it against the edges of the wound. 

Miguel growls on top of you, arching his back which pushes him to recline his head, his claws dig into the mattress, no doubt his fangs have punctured the pillow. You deflate, knowing how much it’s hurting him. “I know, I’m sorry, but it’ll be done soon Miguel,”

You can already see the sweat forming on his temple when you're finally done addressing the cut with betadine. You throw the cotton balls away, looking into the box for butterfly bandaids. Spotting them, you pull enough out and also a couple of rolls of bandages. You place the bandaids in a row, making sure they're secured around the wound, closing the gaps before it could make a larger gash. Once the band-aids are placed, you sit back on your haunches, satisfied with your work. You dab the blood that escaped before you closed the wound with a clean part of the towel, happy now that the wound is finally clean and closed.

“Okay, it’s done. I’m going to wrap it up now babe, sit up,” You help Miguel to lean against you, his head on your shoulder so your hands are free to wrap the bandages around his middle. He groans, burying himself in the crook of your neck, the pillow thrown somewhere in the room. 

Steadily, you begin wrapping the bandage around him, making sure it isn't too tight or too loose. The first few layers were stained with blood residue until the bandage was wrapped thick enough to show nothing. Cutting the end of the bandage with the scissors provided, you tie it up snugly before carefully moving Miguel to lean on the headboard, a propped-up pillow to support his back. 

“There. Not too tight right?” He shakes his head, winching a bit. Your brows crease. You stand, grabbing the stray mug on the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, and filling the mug with water. You come back and hand the cup to Miguel, before popping a couple pills of painkillers on your palm and pushing it to your boyfriend. He eyes them skeptically. “I know the super healing will take care of most of it, but that’ll help. Drink.” 

Miguel huffs, taking the pills and gulping them down with water. He set the mug aside, refusing to meet your eyes. You sigh, slowly taking his hand to entwine with yours, brushing his bruised knuckles. “Can I see the other ones, Miguel?”

“I’ll be fine, the others will heal,”

You sigh, tracing circles on his knuckles. His eyes are far away, staring out into Nueva York from the room's large windows. The sun has started to set, flooding the room with a hue of orange and hints of violet. Miguel refuses to meet you, knowing your eyes will be filled with worry and guilt, knowing you weren't there for Miguel in his mission. Miguel was the one who insisted that for you to stay in the HC, working on your latest upgrade, but he knew how dangerous today's mission was supposed to be, and he couldn't see you get hurt the way he did. 

Miguel softly grasps your hand, tightening your loose hold. Your eyes widen, raising your head to meet his eyes, gleaming in the burning sky. His usual stoic profile fades into something softer, something more sincere. He brings your hand towards him, effectively pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed, and places a soft kiss on the back of your hand. 

“Thank you,” He manages, shakily. “For patching me up,”

You smile, and a relieved sigh follows as you scoot closer to him. Your free hand cups his jaw slowly as you lean closer. His lips brush yours. Miguel sighs, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, and you obliged. Your hand brushes the curls behind his head, smiling at the feeling of your boyfriend surviving another day of being Spiderman. When you two pull back, you stay closer by pressing your crown against his, panting from the kiss, but relief nonetheless. You grin, feeling your boyfriend's warm breath, before stealing another short peck. “I’m going to get you food,”

With that, Miguel sighs but nods, letting your hand go. You smile fondly, getting up to leave the room and get your boyfriend something to help his healing factor. 

Requests are opened!

reblogs appreciated!!

[ganondoodle]

i keep feeling the need to apologize for being so negative all the time, the truth is i am not satisfyed at all with anything i draw or write anymore, it feels bland and uninteresting like its lost anything that used to make it not so, i dont know how to change that, and the few people telling me otherwise are likely tired of it (i do not blame anyone even for a second)

'draw for yourself' really doesnt work for me, i cant not draw, despite trying that too, bc then theres nothing left to do, but i mainly draw bc i need to connect with people, show people stuff and see if they like it, see if i can bring something new to the table, it makes me feel less alone and like theres actual merit to what i do, like all these brainworms arent worthless, i havent actually lost my mind, .. not healthy but its how i have been hanging on for the last few years of my life

and i see im slowly losing everything on all ends, the stuff i post used to be what kept me afloat mentally while life is shit, but its all going downhill, and it has been for a while, im not blaming others for it, i know the problem is on my end, i just dont know how to solve it, its on me to make something interesting that compells people, not that they own anything to me, obviously, but i feel i lost everything that used to make things interesting, my brainworms have gotten old and boring, the slow speed and amateurish way i present stuff likely contributing to it to no small part

i hate disappointing or letting others down, i constantly feel like i am not delivering anything worthwhile, making promises i cant uphold to compensate, setting higher standards and expectations to myself to compensate, i need to be better, somehow, at some point i have to get better at it- theres also the guilt i feel for not being able to do anything for the people that keep being nice regardless, i need to do extra good for them! i have to make it up to them! make it worthwhile for them at least bc if anyone deserves it it is them!

its a self perpetuating downwards spiral, ironically enough, i know talking negatively all the time is annoying and is only making it all even worse, its alienating even more people, understandibly so, but my eternal problem is not being able to shut up, i cant pretend to be happy, sure, but i cant even shut up about it, so here i am being annoying about it once again

im running out of time on all ends of my life happy 28 birthday to me, how did i even make it this far

[plan3tstarr]

5 Months In

A/N: hiii so like, its pride month and i decided to make myself write this smut bc yk happy pride. so since im a coin slot holder, i had to write w/another holder and so basically my mha phase is slowly reawakening since of all the recent stuff(yes ik abt fast food work deck its a tragedy) and what other then do the finest pro hero miruko!! so enjoy this smut!!(sorry for the lack of posting and spelling mistakes) im also trying a new style bc idk i js wanna

Summary: It was your 5 month anniversary with you girlfriend Miruko and you wanted the night to be special. So you made it special

Warnings: girl on girl, pussy eating, sex toys, scissoring, tribbing, vibrators

WC: 1,361

AO3 Link

It was your 5 month anniversary with Miruko and you wanted it to be special. You lit your guys bedroom with romantic scented candles, placed rose petals on the bed, and put on your best outfit just for your girlfriend, Miruko. She had to work on your guys special day. You played some romantic music in the background. You waited patiently until you heard that door unlock. You heard footsteps come closer to the room. Jumping up from on the bed, you stood in front of the door waiting for her to make her way.

"I'm home!" She said opening the bedroom door. "Oh? What's this?" She looked at you up and down with a sly smile on her face.

"I just wanted to look special for our special day." You said with a smile. 

She walked over to you. She pull your hair behind your ear and pulled you for a kiss. Which turned into french kissing real quick. 

"You look." She said. 

"Thank you." 

You slowly made your guys way to the bed. Breaking contact with your lips. She gently pushed you on the bed.

"I hate that I had to work today, I would've loved a nice day with you. Especially for our anniversary."

She went down to your legs where you were wearing a nice dress. Her warm hands were place on your knees where she spread your legs lightly.

"I'm really hungry too, love." She said before going down on you. She removed your underwear quickly and her wet tongue was place on your clit. She started sucking on it gently like a baby which caused you to let out a whimper. You could feel her tongue starting to move on you sensitive clit. Moving up and down, side to side, in circles and other different shapes. You lowered your arch as one of your hands grab onto the blanket while the other grabbed her hair. She spread your legs wider with her hands, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. She went lower to your throbbing pussy waiting for her. Her tongue went deep inside of your pussy with the help of you pushing her closer. Her face was full of pussy. It seem like she could breathe but you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Her tongue swirled in of you like an ice cream machine. Her tongue deep inside your wet hole caused you to squeeze your thighs on her head.

"Mhmm~ Fuucckk." You moaned.

Her hands grabbed her onto your thighs as she went crazy. You felt like you were on cloud 9. It was heaven for you. You moaned loudly as you gripped tight onto her hair. You didn't know how to react. Your head leaned back with your back arched, gripping onto the sheets tighter while your body tingling all over. Her breathe heavy as you felt yourself close to coming. You squeezed your thighs tighter as you felt an orgasm starting to come over. You came hard on her mouth, moaning loudly not caring who can hear you. You felt Miruko's tongue coming out of you and her head raising for air.

"Damn baby, you came hard uh? Was waiting for it? Mhm? Barely gave me a chance to breathe for air." She said before coming in close for a kiss. She kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste every lick of yourself. You grip let go of the sheets as she laid you down on the bed.

"This would've been easier if you just stayed naked. No need to dress up if we were gonna do this." She said with a smile on her face.

She started to remove her hero outfit while you took your dress off. Now that we free of your guys clothes, you finally admire her pretty birthday suit. Truly one of a kind you would say. The way her body is shaped and her body ratio is crazy. Off the charts. Her ass and tiddies sit beautifully. With her muscles and abs, she was truly a woman's dream and you did like them strong. Just looking at her make you wet again.

She grabbed your left leg and put it behind her as she got on top of you. Her vagina made contact with yours ad she slowly glided on you. You looked deeply in her eyes as her pace started to incase. She looked like a goddess in your eyes. She grabbed onto your right leg and started grinding her wet pussy against yours. It felt great. The wetness combined with one another creating a wet sensation on both of your guy's clits as the rub against one another. You let out a soft moan. You crawled your hand up to one of her boobs and squeeze gently.

"So touchy love." She said tighten her grip on your knee. "I wanna grab a boob too, love"

Her hand went straight for your breast as she squeeze hard. Her fingers pinching at nipple as you squeal in pleasure. You made deep eye contact with her as you felt your body warming up with pleasure. You tilt your head breaking the contact, as you let out another moan. Her pace increased causing a nice friction between both clits as they rub against one another.

"You feel really good baby y'know that?" She moaned.

You loved seeing your girlfriend in action. She looked too good on top. You just want to explode with happiness each time you looked at her. You felt another orgasm coming as she pinched on your nipple harder. You let out a loud moan as you felt another orgasm coming. You squeezed harder on her breast as you felt that orgasm coming faster.

"I-I'm gonna cum~" You moaned loudly as you came hard following with Miruko's moans as well.

"Fuck love, it's something about anniversary sex that's so great."

She leaned in for a kiss as her swirled her tongue deep in your throat.

"I brought a toy and I wanna try it out on you." She said with saliva leaving her lips.

She got up and left a quick second with a box in her hand. You admit, you were a little nervous to see what it was. It was a pink vibrator box.

"I saw this and wondered how you would react to this. I thought you would love this to be real with ya. Lets test that theory."

She opened the box and out came the toy. She turned it on and it started buzzing like a bee.

"Let's take it nice and slow with the lowest setting."

She placed the buzzing vibrator on your sensitive clit. Moaning loudly, you grip onto the sheets for dear life. You couldn't take no more any more. Well at least your body couldn't any-more. You squeezed your legs tightly as she come in contact between the action.

"Worn out all ready baby? That's too bad princess, I wanted more fun with you."

Bad enough at her voice already does something to you, she decided to crank the settings up.

"I wanna go out with a bang."

She got back on top of you with the vibrator making contact with her clit as well. A moan left both mouths as you make eye contact once again. She grabbed bother of your boobs this time and squeezed on them hard. She started grinding on the toy as you struggled to take it. You didn't expect to tap out so soon but it was something bout seeing your girlfriend on top of you. You grabbed on her boobs and squeezed the living fuck out of them.

"Damn baby, it's that's good?" She hummed breathing heavily.

You hummed in response as you got ready for another orgasm to wash over you and you look at your girlfriend. Damn you were lucky. You moaned loudly as you came hard on the toy that was teasing you ever so good. She moaned and came right after you, loosening her grip on you. You both breathed heavily as you looked each other in eye.

"Happy 5 months baby." She said before leaning in for a deep kiss.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

as a nonbinary lesbian who uses he/she pronouns i think wanda should call me a good boy. just for the funsies... calling me sweet and handsome while i stay at her feet waiting for her to give me orders, to please her like the big service top i am and be the best boy, the best pup for her, to service her like the goddess she is... god when am i gonna have this

im sorry this has been in my head for a while... needed to talk about this somewhere... and as i noticed youre one of the most gender-friendly writer out there, while most writers always use extremely girly fem!reader (its not a critique though!! everyone writes what they want)

also can i be 🧽 anon? thanks,,,!😊

Wait I'm absolutely SOBBING over this ask holy shit.

BECAUSE SAME I never saw any fics with a more gender neutral character (I'm working on not only writing fem!reader but it's hard to unlearn some stuff) and thats one of the main reasons why I started writing!!! Because I wanted to put stuff out there that I could read with characters that looked/acted more like me!!! And ofc, absolutely no hate to any other writers because their fics are amazing, but it's nice to hear that somebody else also identifies the same way and is happy with what I'm trying to do omg.

I wanna hug u so bad.

Onto the smutty parts of this...

I think you might have unlocked something in my brain... I wanna be called a good boy.

"Aww, who's my eager little pup, hmm?" Wanda asks, her hands cupping your face while you smile widely. She's seated, her legs spread as you kneel before her.

"Me!"

That's right, darling. You're my handsome little pup, huh? Good boy, so patient and brainless for me." She says, strong hands petting your head and slowly bringing it closer to her crotch.

You can smell her arousal through her underwear, your eyes locked on the damp spot forming. You wanna lick her, taste her, and bury your face in her sweet pussy. A whine escapes you, and you flush.

"Wanna be my good boy, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, chuckling lowly at the desperate whimper that escapes you as you nod eagerly. She pulls you all the way in, moaning as your tongue starts lapping up the wetness clinging to her underwear.

"Good job, my sweet pup. Make Mommy feel good."

[five-raccoons-in-a-trenchcoat]

watching supernatural, week 6, part III (14 - 16 III 2025)

eps watched: 10x01 - 10x09

14 III 2025:

yoooooo im back!! I had a surprisingly good day today, our school volleyball team won a tournament and some other stuff happened, anyway this means that im ready at whatever the 10th season will throw in my face (im not ready) so lets gooo!!

10x01: no Sam don't let Dean go // what is Crowley doing with Dean really // Cas you should do something about the grace :c // yeah right now id say hes both a hero and a psychopath // Cas I can see where you're coming from, but please take care of yourself // I saw sb say that Crowley got a crush on Dean and. I definitely can see it tbh. // Hannah chill out, its not that deep // no honestly, Crowley why do you care so much. Crowley, you don't seem to be doing this purely for your own gain. Crowley why do you care so much. // I really do smell a liver failure //

10x02: my buddy Cole, I dont think Sam is the psycho one here // Cas' voice breaking a little at the news of Dean being a demon :c // CAS WATCH OUT // I mean, the guy kinda had it coming, so yeah Dean // man I love Cas so much // this really does sound like a break up lmao // poor Cas genuinely, it hurts to watch him like that // Hannah, disrespectfully, you suck // naaaaahhh Crowley is so in love and sooo heartbroken now 😭😭😭 // also Dean's death stare man oh man

15 III 2025:

I cleaned my room fellas so now I can chill and watch spn in a nice, clean space :3 lets go

10x03: that's a lot of blood I suppose // good job Hannah, that's cause he's not fine and lying // "Winchesters" bitch you are a Winchester // oh this episode is directed by Jensen // oh Sam damn that's some stuff you've been doing // btw the turns have kinda tabled, havent they // thats INSANE how much Crowley thinks about Dean and how much he misses him // I am genuinely enjoying this season so far, and like there is a lot going on with each of the characters and I like the stakes. Dean is a demon, Cas is slowly dying and Crowley is going through his heartbreak era or whatever, while Sam is just trying to get his brother back. yeah I am enjoying it so far // "im not sentimental" oh yeah Crowley, surely you're not // also I am enjoying Jared's acting more this season, and Sam as a character as well //

10x04: oh yeah Sam, how DARE you be able to injure your body after already injuring it so many times, imagine having an injurable body ~ Dean, basically // yo it's the girl // woohoo we're back to arguing in the car, I missed that, man, yeah // oh I love them so much // I genuinely love when they encounter other siblings/people with sibling like relationships // back with the Sam "let's talk about it" Winchester and Dean "I'd rather work and drink myself to death" Winchester // no but genuinely, as much as I love Cas and Crowley and Destiel and all the other things in this show, the thing that made me stay at first was Sam and Dean's relationship so their bond will always be like, one of the most, if not the most important aspect of the show for me

10x05: yo what is this // I dont know whether to laugh or cry // okay I decided im gonna cry // Sam being a theater kid has my heart // poor Sam he just wanted sb to geek out to // I am suffering so much because of this episode // no, see Sam, Destiel just sounds better // I am so crying // Dean lowkey vibing to the song // no seriously Im crying // okay actually. this. this aint half bad. no actually. this episode fucking rocks. // CHUCK // okay I was so scared of the second hand embarassment in this episode but in the end, honestly, I did enjoy it, gave me a good laugh a couple times, and ended really wholesome so. yeah it was a good episode. I liked it

damn this post is long already

GUYS GUYS GUYS big news i just got in to the final part of a (quite important for me) competition that i took part in, I'M SO EXCITED

16 III 2025:

I might take a break from spn for today for the sake of my studying and also rewatching haikyu as a way to chill out (need sth that won't give me as many extreme feelings as spn lmao)

actually no, im watching it

10x07: LMAO DEAN SRSLY??? // Hannah. disrespectfully. stop. // mmm i kinda like this woman // okay maybe not so much // YEAH RIGHT I ONLY JUST NOW REALIZED THAT THATS HIS MOTHER

it never ends with one, does it?

10x08: oh yeah, Doug definitely is a dick // well that was a really fun episode ngl. I really feel like this season has a fine balance of everything and it makes the show generally more enjoyable for me than lets say, other seasons since like 6th? 7th season? maybe even before. yk there is a fine share of demons and angels and there are some stakes, but there are also some light hearted episodes and some old fashioned monster hunting and yeah. idk I like it

10x09: I am so not used to this voice 😭😭 // im in love with that soft "how are you Dean" // "I was worth at least five pigs", "nobody asked, Gerald" I love you Crowley // Dean casually eating, watching Cas choke some guy // man it hurts, I mean, Claire has the right to feel the way she does and she's right and also Castiel is right to try to fix things but like. idk man // Family reunion yay! I love the toxic mother son combo // John was a terrible father, end of disscussion, no i dont take any criticism // "its my job to raise you right" "and he did" no he didn't bro, you got issues, many many issues bc of him // uh oh Dean // I am screaming

okay yeah well finishing like that cuz I dont have anymore time today and im going to sleep (woke up early bc of the australian gp, no regrets) but yeah, man I am tired and actually pretty satisfied with everything today, I mean, couldve been better but im happy. in terms of watching spn as well so goodnight everyone (or good whatever time of the day ur seeing this)

[ruin--eclipse]

About me (LAST UPDATED MARCH 31)

Most of my time: spent on Roblox with my friends/drawing and watching stuff about Undertale, OR POSTING ON TUMBLR!!

Pronouns: any /gender fluid lol my fam and friends use she/her

what i do every day(or what I post about): fan art of ppl like shundertale/By se-sans (< my favorite au) and sometimes my au, dandys world, and sometimes fnaf, I draw every day bc it’s the only thing I’m good at other than sitting and being lazy like Sans the Skeleton XD

I love undertale as you can see above lol, I love the amazing aus that ppl create!

DNI if 18+ blogs, proshipping, DONATION BLOGS, etc. I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!

I sometimes check out the blogs of the people who like my posts.

I just want to know who i should block or not :D

My goal with my blog: to make people happy and to show my art progress >:D (also for people to know more about my au :3)

This is pretty long so go under the cut for more!

my bday-October 21

My art style: what art style?!?!? It always changes!!!! Ghshdhzhgzusjdgatiakjb

I get art block often so you all can suggest any art things I can draw! I draw almost 24/7. If im not doing that then im watching vids or playing with my friends

Tags I'll commonly use:

My au/Soulswap: #soulswap AND #my au

free comissions - #free comissions

50 followers post

my fandoms: UNDERTALE, UNDERTALE AU, FNAF, OBJECT SHOWS, DANDY'S WORLD, HTTYD and you can try to get me into other fandoms if you want

fandoms i lost but got back into: HTTYD

Past fandoms: lunar and earth show, sun and moon show, pokemon, glitterforce(i watched everything then left), Countryhumans, Solarballs.

you guys can suggest art if you want, I dont want the creators to be uncomfortable so no NSFW allowed. (I do shipchildren if requested)

-SOULSWAP- (MY AU)

ALL ASKS OPEN

THE MAIN ASK BLOG IS @asksoulswap

-TRUST!

how to gain trust:

dont pressure the monsters or make them uncomfortable..

Be nice to them

--hoping to be able to make a comic soon!, writing the story when i'm not playing with my friendos or drawing--

Designs ive finished: Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, Alphys, Toriel, and Undyne.

Papyrus: a lil kid! has a scarf, who gave it to him..?? He doesnt really do hugs, really trusts sans. Sans cals him papyru (papy-roo)

Papyrus's soul: white heart

Interaction one: "Papyru?" "Yes sans?" "i cant sleep.." "Nightmare again?" "mm... Yeah.." "Trust me sans.. I'm not going anywhere.."

Seems pretty harmless

Sans: has a long light blue jacket, eye changes when feeling strong emotions. Ink on the side of his face and over the eyesockets. He has nightmares very often. Really cares about his brother.

Sans soul: white heart

Harmless?

Interaction one: "Hey Sans?" "Yeah?" "Have you been sleeping properly?" "Y-I-uhm.. Y-yes. I-Ive been sleeping r-really good...!" "You sound tired." "..." "..." "..." "Sleep. Please." "Fine... Can please have one of your cookies?" "Only if you sleep." "Okay."

Frisk: "..."

Frisk's soul: black (color slowly changes to determination -red- and patience -light blue-)

Unknown. . . the 7th soul.

Alphys: looks like the original alphys but with ink splotches everywhere on her skin. She doesnt really leave the lab often. Dont bother her while she's working. She likes her job as the royal scientist. She has a slight crush on undyne.

Interaction one: "O-oh hey undyne..!" "Hey!!! Alphys!! How've ya been?" "Ah... Good..!" ".. Have you been working overnight again..?" "A-Uh!!! N-no...." "...."

Alphy's soul: purple heart -perserverence-

Pretty harmless... Sans doesnt like her though..

Undyne: usually visits alphys. They are "best friends".

Undyne's soul: green heart -kindness-

Will hurt you if you hurt her friends.

Toriel: Queen of the underground. Enjoys talking to papyrus.

Toriel's soul: ???

Wants the best for her people. Doesnt know where Asgore is. Hates collecting souls.

interaction one: "Hello papyrus. Its been a few days hasnt it?" "Mhm!! Undyne i teaching me how to cook!!" "is it going well..?" "... I might've started a...small fire... BUT SHE GOT RID OF IT..!!" "Hehe.. Oh papyrus...."

Asgore: keeper of the ruins. A really good cook. Loves to bake. Speaks to Sans. Sans doesnt know his true name. Sans calls him "tea lover" or "old man".

soul: green -kindness-

"Hey old man. Who taught you how to cook? This is amazing..." "...Haha.. Thanks.. an old friend taught me."

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Splintered ch 1

Shane walsh alternative ending

So, Shane actually lives in this one. Major plot twist! Set in season 2 ep 12. I borrowed some dialogue from the show but threw in my own stuff too. Honestly, writing this chapter took way longer than I thought because I basically had to choreograph a whole fight scene. Who knew writing about people hitting eachother was so hard? But i'm so proud of how it turned out.

This is just the start. I’m hoping to turn it into a series focusing on Shane and everything that happens after this. Buckle up! heres an ao3 link if you prefer to read there

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66247660

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Woods— Evening

"Randall's not the only threat out there. Keep an eye out for each other."

With that final ask, the group splits off into pairs—Daryl and Glenn heading right, Rick and Shane going left.

The two of them walk through the dim woods, only sound between them being the chirping of crickets and the crunching of leaves under boots. After a stretch of silence, Rick spoke.

"Looks like it's busted pretty bad." he said, nodding towards Shane's mangled nose.

"It's fine, man. Don't worry 'bout me." Shane replied, avoiding Rick's eyes.

Without letting the moment linger, he moves ahead, leading the way deeper into the trees.

Questions looped in Rick's mind.

How did Randall slip his cuffs?

How in his condition, did he get the jump on Shane?

What was Shane doing over there in the first place?

Why would Randall risk a fight for a gun when he could've just ran?

His stomach turned as they walked. Not wanting to believe his friend—his brother would lie about that.

They were nearing the last stretch of brush. Through thinning trees, a grassy field could be seen. Before they could reach it Shane stops.

"Does this way feel right?" Rick asked, brows furrowed.

Shane didn't answer right away. Shoulders stiff, back tense.

Without turning around, he spoke. Low and flat.

"You don't trust me."

Ricks stomach lurched.

"What are you talkin' about?" he asked carefully.

"The kid." Shane said, finally turning to face him. It was dark but Rick could still see the growing swelling on his nose, the look in his eyes. "You think i'm a liar, that I planted him out here."

Rick didn't answer.

Shane took a step closer, voice slightly rising. "Go on, say it. Ever since that day in Merit County you've been lookin' at me like i'm some kinda threat.

"That isn't true."

"The hell it ain't!" Shane snapped, coming closer, reaching for the gun in his belt. "You think I don't notice the way you act when i'm around?" he takes a breath. "Around Lori. Around Carl, like I ain't already put my life on the line for every single person in that house." he gestures.

Tension builds and Rick hovers over his knife as they slowly start to circle. Just in case.

"Shane." he said slowly, trying to reason. "We can talk this through. But not here, not like this."

"Talk. Thats all you ever have Rick, words. You think l'm the problem? Truth is i've been the one keeping everyone alive while you play sheriff." Shane's breaths becoming more frequent. "I did what I had to do. And yeah, i handled it my way, but you? You're always two steps behind until its too damn late."

Rick heart starts to pound against his chest as he's starting to realize this is bigger than just Randall.

More aggravated, Shane continues. "I'm a better father than you Rick. Im better for Lori than you, man. It's cause im a better man than you, Rick. Cause I can be here and i'll fight for it. But you, you come back here and you just destroy everything!"

The sting of his words are a slap in the face to Rick, but he stays silent.

"You got a broken woman. You got a weak boy. You ain't got the first clue on how to fix it.

After a brief pause, Rick finally speaks. "Watch my hand, nice and easy." he says as he reaches for his gun, Shane gripping his tighter. Rick holds it out—not as a a threat, but as plea to stop this.

"Listen to me Shane,

There is still a way back from this. We're gonna lay down our guns—"

Suddenly there's a snarl. Too close.

Something slams into Shane from behind.

A walker.

The impact sends him stumbling forward, gun slipping from his grasp, landing somewhere in the mess of leaves and twigs.

He whips around just quick enough to catch the ugly creature by the upper arms, both falling backwards, wind stolen from Shane's lungs from the impact.

The walker's teeth gnashing, desperately trying to grab him—to rip him apart.

He looks around for something, anything to grab. Finding a rock he brings it to the walkers rotting skull in one swift motion. Then again, and again, and again.

Fragments of bone, dark blood, and rot drench his face, neck, and chest, clinging thick like tar.

He doesn't stop.

Not until the walker is a pulped mess—unrecognizable, long dead.

Only then pushing it off, and flipping to his knees, breaths coming out fast and laboured.

Rick slowly moves towards him.

"Shane we need to go." his voice more desperate.

But for a different reason.

More leaves rustling and twigs snapping. More walkers started to wonder in, drawn by the commotion.

With Shane still on the ground, he goes to put a hand on his shoulder, but is quickly grabbed.

Shane's hand clamps around Rick's wrist and yanks hard. Before Rick can react he's thrown off balance, landing harshly on his chest and shoulder, face in the dirt.

Rick lets out a strangled grunt. He barely has time to blink before Shane is on him—one knee pressed into his abdomen, fists violently swinging.

A punch connects with his jaw, then with his eye. Rick manages to block the next one, but Shane wont let up.

Hes not fighting to prove something, hes fighting to end this.

Rick gets in a punch to his face, then knees him in the stomach���enough to give him a chance to scramble away.

Just as he manages to crawl, one... two... three more walkers come crashing through the trees.

Soon again Shane is back on him.

Grabbing him into a choke hold.

Rick struggles against it, grabbing and clawing, trying to get to his face.

Shane's forearm locks under Rick's chin, crushing his windpipe. Kicking and gasping, hes drug across the forest floor, not being able to steady his feet to take some pressure off his throat. Shane's face is tight with rage, his breath hot against Rick's ear.

"We don't get to come back from this," he growls.

"You don't get to walk away again."

Rick's vision starts to tunnel.

Then—snarling.

The walkers are almost on them.

Shane hesitates

Then he lets go. Not out of mercy.

Out of rage.

He shoves Rick, right towards the walkers.

He stumbles, coughing, head spinning as he hits the dirt. One walker lunges. He ducks and pushes it to the ground with a guttural yell.

Another comes from the side.

Unsheathing and swinging his knife, he slices through its temple.

Then—thundering footsteps from behind.

Shane.

Whether to come help, or to hurt, Rick didn't know.

Instincts took over.

He spins, blade slashing.

The knife tears through Shane's face, jaw to brow, deep and jagged.

Shane stumbles backwards with a roar, blood streaming down face, staining his shirt and ground beneath him.

Rick stands there, gasping for air, throat raw, face bruised, eyes locked with his former bestfriend.

More and more walkers pour in, snapping branches, crashing through brush like a wave.

Rick backs away weapon raised.

Shane gripping his face, lets out a defeated growl through gritted teeth, backing away.

Forced apart, separated by the dead.

Rick sees Shane one last time, his silhouette flickering between the crowd of bodies.

Just like that—

Gone.

Swallowed up by the darkness of the forest.

They don't get to finish.

In the end its not words or fists that decide anything.

It's the dead that get the final say.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Waking them up w/ a morning kiss! (TADC edition)

slowly but surely i am approaching the end of my tycoon... and yet despite the exhaustion creeping and making a home in my bones, i do not feel the desire to go to bed. perhaps its self destruction or carelessness, i'll be damned that this is the most productive ive been writing wise in a hot minute anyways requests are open

CAINE:

well this is assuming he sleeps... which personally, while i think the others CAN sleep (although they dont need to), i dont think.. caine can.. i think when he falls asleep its akin to how computers to. but one little tap is enough to snap him right back... so you may get startled when he snaps his jaws open the second your lips make contact with his teeth... but dont be alarmed...! hes not upset.. actually i think if anything he might be a little shocked at the gesture... oh he should have done it to you, damn it! definitely going to try to one up you that day, no one gets the jump on # 1 reader simp, Caine!!! 8/10 hes still very giddy and happy about it and hes in a good mood for the entire day

POMNI:

i think she might be a little too groggy to realize youve kissed her, but will flutter her eyes open if you give her another kiss. gets really red in the face before pushing herself deeper under the covers... i think shes generally like that with random gestures of affection and love, so please dont take this as her not enjoying the act! i promise she does like it, its just between this being standard reaction for her and just waking up shes a little... more bashful than she normally would be.. i think she would try to do the same to you the following day.. or maybe do a surprise gesture for you in return to even out the score! 7/10 very cute

RAGATHA:

as time passes i find myself making ragatha more and more of a sap, and honestly i dont hate the direction im going in. i think if you woke her up with a kiss, she would be smiling throughout the day and like caine, be in a more upbeat mood! its such a small thing to wake up to, but it means the world to her, you know? know these are starting to sound samesy with the 'returning the favor' thing but i think ragatha would at least double what you did for her.. you better incorporate the morning kisses into your routine because small stuff like that goes a long way for ragatha! 8/10

JAX:

i think he might just look at you before flipping over to face the other way and try to go back to sleep. its not totally to be mean to you and him being 'eeeewww affection' but mostly because hes not really.... a morning person. he never will be. kiss him all you want, hes not going to wake up... if he doesnt turn over, hes probably going to tug you to his chest and hold you still. probably grumbles at you to stop because he wants to sleep in that morning... but hey, look at it this way, you got some cuddling now! so hey at least theres some side of trade 5/10

KINGER:

i think he might nuzzle into your cheek and try to give you a 'kiss' back when he realizes what youre doing. pulls you to his chest, but he has full intent (unlike jax who mostly just wanted to keep you put and to make you stop moving around)... he may not have arms, but hes going to try his damndest to use his hands to keep you close... tries to push off the beginning of the day for a while longer... despite kinger actually being a morning person. leads to the two of you having a mumbled conversation about your dreams... very nice very sweet 8/10

ZOOBLE:

oh zooble is very much NOT a morning person, but i dont think they would be as mean as jax... they might mumble and tell you to hold back, but once theyre fully awake theyre going to set down some boundaries and apologize if they had upset you. they just dont like being woken up, no matter how sweetly... unless theres an emergency, they dont want to be woken up... though even then they might still be a little irritated... i think in this case swapping out morning kisses for something else that works better for both of you is the best course of action here 6/10

GANGLE:

i think she would lean right into it... maybe she wraps herself around you, if she hadnt already done that in her sleep... her mask is a little cold, so it might shock you a little and wake you up a lot more than you were expecting... oh i think gangle would feel bad about that... she didnt mean to make you uncomfortable (even though ultimately, youre not)...i think throughout the day she might be more happy and bubbly, perhaps even putting herself out more than she normally would. definitely a confidence boost for her! she even doesnt seem as sad or upset when her comedy mask breaks... i mean shes still... upset.. but not as much as she normally would be 7/10 very cute

[antoncyng]

Can I request Anton crushing on popular reader who he’s tutoring. Thank you

ahh this plot is SAURR cute i can imagine anton doing this 100% 🫠 here it isss ~

notes : schoolboy!anton x schoolgirl!fem!reader, straight fluff, features Seunghan and Sohee, this was so cute and fun to write !!

wc: 472

another lesson, another new tutor. anton dreaded going to the library again, his friends teasing and laughing at him for being “so stupid that he has to get a tutor”. the real problem with anton’s grades was him focusing so much on swimming, anton swam for an outside of school team, and he was really good. he had multiple medals and often went to other cities and even other states for competitions.

after finally pushing past his two friends, sohee and seunghan making fun of him for his tutor sessions, he walked through the doors of the library, sighing as he looked around for someone who seemed like a tutor. but to his surprise, there were only 2 people currently at the library working. a boy from his class, he thinks his name is shotaro? not sure, they never talked. and one other girl, a girl he feels like hes seen before but doesn’t know her. cherry dark red hair that stood out to him, really nice fashion, black framed glasses that she somehow made look good, and she was reading a book, until she looked up and looked around, locking eye contact with anton.

“anton?” she said, waving for him to come over to the table, and he found himself obeying. his mind wanted to turn away and run to find a hiding spot and hide his bright pink ears, while his legs and feet were dragging his body towards the girl. “hey, you okay? calm down, its just a tutor session. im not here to bully you or anything” she said, chuckling a little, obviously trying to light up the mood. anton let out a little chuckle, sitting down a across from her.

its now almost the end of their tutoring, but anton felt like its been years since they first sat down at that table. he was yawning every few minutes, struggling to keeps his eyes open and slowly falling asleep everytime you read him a quote from the shared textbook between you two. “anton? anton wake up, we can stop here” she said, softly waking him up as he blinked his eyes open, a faint pink color painting his cheeks. “sorry, i can never stay awake during english lectures..” anton said quietly, hearing yn let out a small laugh. “i understand, lets meet again tomorrow, hm?” the girl said, ruffling his hair as she stood up to pack up their stuff.

“can i walk you home..? its the least i can do for falling asleep through your lesson..” anton asked shyly, his ears red and looking down as he fiddled with the hem of his hoodie, not noticing you smile widely. “actually, i would love that.” you said, packing up your stuff quickly and meeting up with anton by the door.

anton definitely has a new favor tutor..

[jaylleoo14]

TW: BOTMM is a short drabble leading up to Keratoconus Entrapment. Although nothing explicit happens in this drabble be wary that the following will contain such themes/mentions (along with Keratoconus Entrapment): Horror/dark themes, deaths/murders, butchering/gore, unsettling descriptions, kidnapping, gen violence, blackmailing, alcohol, partying, corruption, morphed views of artistic expression, manipulation and gaslighting. All characters are aged up, you have been warned 

This idea sparked while I was listening to an audio and I was like "hmm, i like how ominous and spooky this can be." then suddenly boom, Jade Leech has spawned. So hear me out okay WAIT IM ACTUALLY KINDA SCARED RN BECAUSE SO MUCH IS BEING ENVISIONED IN MY MIND😭🙏 :') Okay but as the ideas kept on racking and stacking on top of each other I started to get a little "oh wow, this is actually starting to sound kinda good tho-" (im envisioning an uncanny Jade rn and i'm scared-)

Have you heard?

Heard of what?

The Mushroom Man who lives down Rocker Lane.

I. From paints to charcoal, to clay to wood. Then to pencil and pen, then back to your roots of finger painting on cardboard.

You've always had this sort of love for drawing. Since you were little you can recall your mother had always talked about how you were such an artistic child. A crafty one at that. Your dad was always telling his friends that his child was always so expressive and imaginative whenever the topic was brought up. Continuing on keeping up with art along your adolescence, to middle school, to then high school, you felt like you knew what you wanted to do. That being why you decided to go pursue an art major.

The university you are going to attend, University of Arts in Atlantica, was where you'd be heading on over next. Its a funny feeling in your stomach really, moving out and all and going to meet new people as you drift away from your old ones. The feelings welt up inside you slowly, feeling a sad weight bringing you down. You'd be staying in a co-ed dorm, at least then you'd be able to hopefully meet new people and make more friends. That's one of the main things you were looking forward to. It's time to look on the positive side here, and as you make your daily affirmations to yourself you bring out your phone to go to your notes app to remind yourself of the good things that happened and what to look forward to.

I saw a man helping his old relative (not sure) down a street earlier. That was really nice.

I saw some black cats cuddling with each other near the grass yesterday

the weather is nice today, it's not too windy and the sun is out high

I was able to pack another box of my stuff, I should go reward myself now

I was able to send in my resume for a job application nearby. I should also reward myself because I did a good job at tending to it.

Oh, that's right. You recently did submit a job application. You submitted it to a bakery oddly enough.

Art comes in many different shapes and forms, and you personally had another interest. That being the culinary arts. For at least once in your life you wanted to experience the working life of a culinary student, and although pursuing it as a career plan wasn't your solid choice - it was one of the options. And thankfully enough, the man there who skimmed through your resume seemed rather gentle about your chances. Hopefully you get the job, I mean you have plenty of experience before as well with handling and decorating foods. That was the main thing you were interested in. Sure you do enjoy baking, but it was the expression of being able to decorate cakes and pastries there that you were more eager to do.

Trey was the person who introduced himself first, claiming that his family owned the business. After the whole process of submission for your intended new job, something blue catches your eye. A natural call of curiosity causes you to divert your eyes a little away from Trey- who was finishing up the bases of what's to expect- and see a tall man through the window of the kitchen door. He had teal short hair, a longer black length of hair tucked behind his ear and his eyes looked rather sharp and lifted from the side. If for just a moment of observation, Trey caught where your eyes were distracted at.

"Oh, well it's still business hours, you know. He's another employee working here as well. If you get the job you'll see him more frequently." He says it so casually, but you would really hope you do get the job. Fiddling your fingers a little, you show a bit of anxiousness but you keep it professional. "What are the chances of me getting hired? I'm really eager to get this position."

A thoughtful look is splayed on his face, his glasses framing them well. "Well your past work seems promising. It doesn't look professional enough for it to display but I'm sure with enough practice it may work. Just wondering though, you're an art student, yes? Do you think you'd manage the hours alongside your classes?"

His words were a little hard for you to hear but you greatly needed it, a set reminder that you really still are an inexperienced culinary artist if anything. However you proceed to give him a determined answer. "Yes, I'll manage. I will uphold my duties responsibly, please consider taking me."

"They seem eager, don't you agree Trey?" Both your attention is turned and directed on the voice who spoke from behind, the teal haired man coming forward. He had a black plain apron on with the logo of a clover on his right chest, a white chef shirt on as the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. “Eagerness and experience are two separate things. I’ll consider it, don't worry.” 

Not knowing what to say, the teal haired man turns his attention onto you. You both meet each other's eyes and his lips curve more upward to be more inviting and polite. “Oh how rude of me, where are my manners? You can address me as Jade Leech.” He goes over to shake your hand as a formal greeting, and ever since then things have been going alright. Would you look at that, you got the job! And you’ve already moved in, meeting friendly people from all over with wild stories to tell. “Ugh, such an extroverted thing to do. I could never.” Idia’s voice is made metallic through your phone as you tell him about how you plan on going to this frat party to welcome the new incoming people. It was a new time of your life, why not let loose and meet new people? “Your reasoning still stinks. Imagine all the sweaty smelly bodies you’d bump into there. Not only that but eee! So many loud normies! My HP would already max out by the time I get there, definitely not.” 

“Look, I’ll be back soon okay? I want to try and enjoy this night before anything real happens like classes and work.” Bringing your coat on, you sling over a fanny pack over your torso with all the required things for what you can expect at this frat party. “If you don't let me know that you came home safely I’ll be adding modifications into that device of yours.” A simple reassurance is all it takes for him to hang up and with some worn converse shoes you slip out of your room. 

Clink!

Here's to a new school life. Surrounded by other lively participants of party go-ers, you hold a drink of alcohol in your cup. Everyone seems to have a good time, the music is blasting, the people are dancing and enjoying their time, and you have crazy party go-ers here climbing the roofs and pulling crazy stunts. It's quite the impression really. Taking a step outside all the way to where the cars are parked from the frat house, you take a deep breath and catch yourself a breather. Idia was right for the most part, and for this to be your first time at a frat party it was definitely overwhelming. However one thing for sure was that you were able to meet new people and enjoy your time there, just needed a little break is all. 

Little did you know though, that nearby deep in hidden trees and bushes laid a beaten up person. Most likely dead. No, definitely dead. For Jade Leech is always one to ensure that the deal is done. Frat parties, loud music, drunken party go-ers, it was all the perfect set up for him to strike and take advantage of. Who would know if just a person or two went missing? Especially ones who come by themselves. He’s got an eye for people you could say, with the way his eyes are arched up so meticulously. The location was just too good to miss out as well. Here it’s a little more isolated with vegetation growing around, the house being more secluded due to its bigger land. Blood is soaked into the dirt, his smile content that the earth is gaining some nutrition. 

Oh, what a surprise. He sees a familiar figure in the distance leaning up against one of the cars on the dirt path. It’s you. He could strike, but it would cause trouble. You aren’t his target. At least not yet. He can play a patient game, and a patient game he will play. The future awaits many things for the two of you, so until then, enjoy your fresh new life and your new job. You clock in the day following tomorrow, where Jade will surely start to learn more about you. And as much as he will learn about you, you my dear reader, will surely start to learn about him much more than what ordinary people see and know about him behind closed, faux smiled, bloodied doors.

I hope this reaches the right audience, but to all my dark/horror/yandere enthusiasts

just know..... JADE IS A BAKER IN HERE WITH NICE MF ARMS>&lt;

Literally the only thing i was fixated on when I was writing this, I was like "oml yes Jade with them nice buff baker arms anfisdifbfiubwif Trey you arent gonna be alone in this✊🤞." I practically melted just thinking about it while writing this ^^;