#need to pick his brain need to study him like. a. bug.

[isalabells]

[berylcups]

Bucci Gang x Reader: How they act when they have a crush

CW: fork stabbing, Trish being a meanie 🥺, spoilers(does that still matter???)

Notes: Hey I decided to do a Bucci gang version of this prompt! I hope it doesn’t seem too rushed: it was supposed to be out BEFORE Valentines Day 🥴 oh well better late than never. 💜 Beryl

Bruno

When the love bug bites Bruno, he holds it in for the sake of professionalism and your safety. To the best of his ability of course.

He gets very protective and uses you missions sparingly. And when you are needed, he is there as your partner. He refuses to let anything happen to you, not just as your Capo but as your secret admirer as well.

He’s the king of chivalry when it comes to you. Of course he takes great care of his team but with you he takes greater care as if you’re as fragile as glass. He opens the door for you, pulls your chair out for you, pours your drinks first, and holds the umbrella for you and demands you stay under it—he doesn’t want you to catch a cold!

He planned on keeping this a secret and just moving on…but ever since that life changing revelation with The Rolling Stones, he must tell you one day before he perishes. He doesn’t want to leave this world wondering what could have been.

Giorno

When Giorno realizes that he has feelings for you, he doesn’t act any differently. But…your days suddenly become a little brighter. You’ll find your favorite flowers addressed to you from a secret admirer. You’ll see friendly stray cats/dogs follow you home from seemingly nowhere. You’ll find your favorite dessert in the fridge for you at the restaurant you all hang out at. So many different things that you can’t explain happening to you without any reason other than to make you smile.

Just being friends/coworkers and watching you from a distance to see your happy face is enough for him. Right now that is.

Abbacchio

When you melt this ice cold goth heart, he’s in denial and he refuses to address it…for a while. He gets jealous easily with seeing the other boys(just Giorno) being around you and interacting with you.

He’s going to swipe you away from the blonde saying he can’t be trusted and demand that he be put on missions with you. He says he’s all about “the mission” but when it comes to your safety, he’s going to put you first! He won’t say it but he definitely does. How many times can you count that he shoved you out of the way from the enemy’s grasp? 20? 30? You should really pay more attention!

Mista

This guy can’t keep a secret no matter how hard he tries. He tries to be a little more hygienic…mainly use more cologne and use deodorant. 🤦‍♀️ He’s tries to be smooth and tries to hit you with a nice pick up line but it he ends up botching it, leaving you in stitches. It’s not what he intended to do but making you laugh works too! He’ll try to refrain from asking weird questions during dinner time. The last thing he wants to do is gross you out and ruin your meal. Trish already thinks he’s gross and he doesn’t want you thinking he’s gross too. He’s a simple guy and will take things slow. He’ll continue to try and woo you simply by being himself, and if you’re meant for him you’ll fall for him in time.

Narancia

This pure boy wears his heart on his sleeve. When the single brain cell in his head signals that he’s in love, he can barely contain himself. He gets very needy and clingy around you!

He wants to do just about everything with you. He wants to have missions with you, eat meals with you, hang out with you, shop with you, study with you…well, if you call him staring at you and not at the book studying. Fugo is running out of forks you know, you should stop distracting Narancia!

Fugo

It’s pretty obvious that this nerd likes you. His face is always red and he can’t stop stuttering when he tries to talk to you. He’s the smartest member of the group but when it comes to relationships and friendships in general he struggles.

No matter how uncertain he may feel, he’ll do everything to get in your good favors! He wrangles his temper to the best of his ability, (usually by dragging Nara outside where you can’t hear him screaming and beating up the poor boy) and whatever you have a difficult time with or if there’s something you want to get better at, he’s quick to volunteer to be your tutor! Don’t worry if you get any answers wrong, he wouldn’t dream of ever stabbing you with a fork! He has nothing but praises for your hard work and effort.

Trish

When this spicy girl gets a crush on you, she starts to act a bit…spicy. She’ll get annoyed every time you talk, and complain that you’re being annoying. 🥺

She’ll complain about everything even though she, of her own FREEWILL will sit next to you…At the restaurant , the car, the plane, and the sofa. She’ll say you’re sitting too close too her and you’re touching her. Your perfume/cologne is too strong, your music tastes suck, and whine whine whine—-she “doesn't like” you yet she’ll fall asleep and lean on your shoulder like you’re the comfiest pillow ever.

She’ll stop being a little ass and address her feelings eventually.

[keraawrites]

Rich boy

Summary: Richboy!Saturo Gojo has a little stalking problem. ۶ৎ Gojo x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Slight smut, Car sex, cowgirl

Word count — 970

Babble; Here's a little drabble/sneak peek of what I got in store for Saturo Gojo.

Just thinking about richboy Gojo who continued to come round the block just to see your pretty face.

You remember the first time you saw him, you were at your nail spot, your fresh set almost done as one loud ass car pulled up outside and everyone and their mama had their eye on the stark blonde man that stepped out draped in a designer shirt and jeans.

Girl… who is that?” One of the girls whispered, eyes damn near bugging out.

“Since when white boys come lookin’ like that?” Another giggled

You could agree—he was fine as hell, you weren’t blind—but these bitches stayed gossipin’, and you refused to be part of their lil chatty circle. You smirked, keeping your cool, lips curled as you kissed your teeth and checked your nails.

“Mmm… white boy better move that car,” you muttered, handing your card over to Monae, your tech. “This neighborhood? He gon’ be lookin’ for his rims in five minutes.”

But then the door chimed.

And he walked in.

Like he owned the damn city. Like the sun shone for him. Like the air moved just to part in his path.

You clocked him fast—iced out chain sittin’ on his chest, Cartier frames perched cocky on his nose, and them plush lips curved in a smirk like he already knew the effect he had. His vibe screamed money and arrogance, and worse? He was fine enough to back it up.

He glanced around once.

Then his eyes found you.

And stayed there.

You didn’t flinch, didn’t give him the satisfaction, but your pulse? Yeah, that shit skipped. Because Gojo didn’t look at women. He studied them. Picked them apart like he already knew what you liked, what you needed.

He tried flirting. That smooth ass, too-confident voice laced in heat and amusement. And of course, you shut it down quick—words sharp, eyes colder than your acrylics.

But your thighs still clenched every time he called you “pretty” like it was his favourite word.

And then he kept showing up.

Same loud-ass car posted outside the shop, or parked near your building like it wasn’t suspicious as hell. He never said much, just leaned against the hood or tapped away on his phone like he had business bein’ there.

You told yourself you were gonna curse him out.

And when you finally did—snapped at him in your bonnet, fresh out the shower, tellin’ him to fuck off and find someone else to stalk—he just smiled.

Said, “You look cute when you're mad pretty.”

Yeah, that went well, 'cause here you were, nails dug deep into his biceps as you bounced on his dick like your life depended on it.

Your head was thrown back, mouth open, moans spilling out like he was fuckin’ you stupid—which he was. Your thighs were shaking with every bounce as his cock hit that same nasty, toe-curling spot over and over.

“Shiiit—‘turo—fuuuck,” you cried, head thrown back, sweat glistening on your chest. You could feel your brain trying to leave your body.

He just laid there like a throne, hands locked tight on your ass, helping you roll those hips slow and deep—his head resting against your tits like they gave him life.

“Still want me gone, pretty?” he breathed, voice all low and ragged, tongue sliding across the top of your breast like he was tasting your soul.

You whimpered, your rhythm faltering as his dick dragged along your walls too good, too deep, and your knees buckled.

“Still think I don’t belong here?” he asked, smug, lifting his hips to fuck up into you harder—slapping your ass as your whole body jolted.

You slapped his chest weakly. “Fuck you…”

“You are, baby,” he grinned, teeth grazing your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. “Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you lose it.”

And you were losing it. Dripping down his length, pussy clenching like it was trying to keep him inside forever. Every stroke made your head spin, made your toes curl, made you beg without saying a word.

And that playlist? Bumpin’ something nasty in the background—bass rattling under your knees like the beat was syncing with your moans.

He slid a hand down to your clit, thumb brushing soft circles, and you screamed, body locking up as your orgasm slammed into you like a truck.

Your walls gripped him so tight he growled, eyes rolling back as he fucked up into you with rough, desperate thrusts—spilling inside you with a curse and a kiss against your collarbone.

The bass from whatever playlist he had bumpin’ thudded under you, but you barely noticed. Not with the way his hands gripped your hips like he owned ‘em. Not with how deep he hit every stroke like he was tryin’ to imprint himself inside you.

The grin that stretched across his lips was everything as you clung to him.

And you? You were too far gone to pretend you didn’t love every second of it.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[cokoweee]

COKO. Dude. This latest update- Holy MONKEY FEATHERS.

Let’s begin cause there’s a LOT TO COVER HEHEHEH~

Firstly

LOOK AT THIS MAN’S EXPRESSION. Just- FRIGGIN LOOK AT IT. He’s blushing, he’s tense, he’s confused and flattered and weirded out, and happy- This man don’t know what emotions are and he just got hit by a truck full of them.

And AGAIN- KENDRA IS COMPLETELY INEBRIATED- She will most likely not even REMEMBER THIS MOMENT- Will Donnie tell her? Will this be a hilarious story that causes an argument later down the lines in their marriage?

WHO KNOWS. 🤷‍♀️ And it DOESN’T END THERE-

Not ONLY is Donnie flying through the five stages of grief like a boss level mini game- but Kendra, even in her drunken state, noticed that Donnie had that dumb makeup on him to cover up his markings for the party. And she just- gently- caresses his cheek to wipe it off.

Yeah, Donnie’s gonna die from either too much happiness or being way too flustered. Either way-

Awwwwwwwwww 💜

NEXT.

Despite being completely paralyzed in fear love, Donnie’s gaze quickly makes its way to where Big Mama and Frida are. And what does he see that gives him this horrified of an expression?

OH- SHEEEELLLLLL NO.

So, like the reasonable turtle mutant Donnie is, he gingerly picks up Kendra and leaves the party.

Also can we just study this anatomy for a second cause GUYS- as an artist myself this kind of posing and proportions is NOT EASY TO DO. So-

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

WELL DONE, COKO!!!!!

Ok, so after they make their way back to their room, Donnie plops Kendra into bed. We’ve seen this before- he’s never gentle, literally throwing her and it’s absolutely hilariou-

… Expectation SUBVERSION- the SWEETEST I’ve ever seen. 🥹 Donnie’s being so gentle with her what the HECK DJFUJWVXMISUDHWBSUW I adore these two- they love each other so much- caring for each other despite their qualms and history- AAAAAA ITS SO GOOOOOOD!!!

And now that Kendra is safe and away from Big Mamas prying eyes, Donnie has time to ABSOLUTELY FREAK OUT.

THIS DUDE went from feeling nothing to feeling EVERYTHING. And we get to watch and die laughing at his expense~ *WHEEEEEEZE*

This dude is totally broken HAAAA

Alright- with emotions and feelings and imagination WAY TOO HIGH, Donnie tries to distract himself.

The comedy in this chapter is just top tier~ I was at work when I read it the first time, and I broke out laughing and wheezing. (So grateful I work alone HA)

And just when Donnie thinks he’s in the clear-

*Chaos Gremlin chortling sounds* Coko, you absolute GENIUS- HAHAHAHA- I love that you simply allow the audience to imagine what Donnie saw- No one needs to outright say it, we all just know. And it’s utterly hilarious.

Donnie’s never gonna recover from that brain poof- You can just see all of his brain cells and bad boy image DISSOLVE in an instant at such a sight. 🤣 HIS HAIR EVEN CURLED UP- HIS EYES ARE BUGGING OUT- HAHAHA THIS DUDE’S brain went from dead to running a marathon in a MILLISECOND.

Alright, I think this has gotten long enough, so I’ll stop there. 😅 Amazing work, Coko!!! I am VERY excited to see what happens next!

~ Melissa

AUUUGGHHH ill never tire of these asks pointing out the little things cause yall almost always get like 80% of the lil things i slap in updates

THANKS FOR SEEING MY EFFORT IN THAT PANEL! THAT ANATOMY WAS A BITCH.

While sketching the update I may have been watching some goofy shows and movies so influence from those was high. Figuring out ways to show without showing what was going on took longer than expected but HEY! YALL GOT THE IDEA SO SWAG.

If my shoulder stops hurting I might have the next update by morning. Im gettin a lil too excited for what’s next. Already picked an emoji for the next chapter thing

[ghosty-fics]

Kinger- Not so Crazy Old Man, pt 2

M4A/Gender Neutral/Second Person POV

CW: Involuntary regression, description of a panic attack

Use of Y/N

Word Count: 1,128

First Part

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Today’s adventure felt like it was personally designed for you to abstract. Everything seemed to be going wrong in the most fantastic of ways. First, you were separated from the group completely as you all wandered through a maze. You went through the tall hedges being bombarded over and over by terrifying things from your time before you joined this digital hellscape. You hadn’t even reached the end by the time the others all completed the task. You were stuck, curled in a ball as your mind raced trying to escape the horrors. You had tried running but were met with barrier after barrier. You tried to fight but the system was stronger, so now your brain did the only thing it knew to do even though it was the worst thing possible at the time. Regress. So there in this maze, you sat back against the leafy walls, crying and trying to ignore all the maze was throwing at you. 

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All the others stood around at the end of the maze, confused on why you hadn’t made it. You were normally fairly good at Caine’s games. Ragatha suggested that they go back into the maze and try to find you. Jax and Pomni weren’t so keen on that idea, both for separate reasons. 

“They’ll be fiiine,” Jax assures, rolling his eyes as he lays back on the ground, “Let’s just take this opportunity to rest!”

“I dunno, Ragatha. I don’t really want to go back there with what I saw. I’m sure they’re okay. Let’s just wait for a moment.” Pomni says, looking at the maze as she rings her hands in a nervous fashion. 

Without warning, Kinger began moving to the exit that is supposed to be yours. Everyone looks at him confused. 

“Kinger! What are you doing?” Ragatha calls to him as he disappears into the maze. 

True be told, Kinger only walked into the maze because he thought he saw a cool bug inside the maze, but once he was in it, his mind cleared a bit to the dimness. Kinger walked through the maze, looking around and calling out to see if anyone was there. That was until he heard little sobs coming from his left. He turned the corner to see you. His eyes widen a bit as he makes his way to you, gloved hands carefully coming to rest on your shoulder. 

This made you panic and scream at Kinger, not realizing it was him. You kick and hit him, trying to get him away, tears flowing from your eyes.

He flinches slightly, “Wow, hey hey it’s me!” He awkwardly laughs.

You look at him, tears streaming down your eyes. Head pounding and a slight static sound filling your head and ears.  “O-oh..it you..”

“You look terrified, Y/N.” Kinger says, settling down to sit with you. 

You nod, a small whimper escaping your lips as you look down the leafy halls towards the darkness that seemed to pull back at the presence of Kinger, who was studying your body movements silently. Everything felt so scary, so big compared to you. Your body shakes even with the new comforting presence next to you. Your hands grip your hair tight, pulling slightly to try and ground yourself.

Kinger’s eyes soften with understanding as if he has figured something out, pulling your hands from your head, holding them as he speaks,  “You’re a little?” 

You nod, looking at him confused cause you thought you had told him before. You shake it off and lean on him. He wraps his hands around you, pulling you close. He hums softly, letting you hide yourself from the scary maze in his chest. He pets your head gently, rocking slightly, hoping this would help even if it was just a little bit. You two sit there for what seems like hours, him just holding you close until he feels your breath even out a bit and your tears subside.

“Are you okay to walk, little one?” Kinger says, “Or do I need to carry you?”

You whimper and cling to him closer, signalling your choice, which makes him laugh a bit. He picks you up and holds you close. He looks at the darkness and sighs. He holds his breath, so that he glows slightly. You gasp and let out a small giggle at the glowing Kinger, feeling much better that the darkness can’t get you. 

Kinger walks you out the maze, taking shallow breaths to keep his light on even if it's dim to help you from spirling again. Before you hit the light at the end of the tunnel, Kinger sets you down. He looks a bit conflicted about leaving the darkness of the maze, but sighs before leaning down to you. 

“Okay little one. You can..hold my hand as we leave. When we get back to the circus, I’ll take care of you more in your room or the fort okay? Just..remind me when we go.” He says softly, eyes betraying him by showing his conflict. 

You nod, not fully understanding the gravity of his words at that point. You were just happy that this was over and you were going “home”. He holds your hand as you both walk out. 

“Oh thank god! There you two are!” Ragatha says, pulling you into a hug. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” She says looking over your body, hands on your head. 

“I..I fine, Ragatha!” You giggle softly. “Kinger saved me!”

“Kinger..saved you?” She says confused.

As you nod, you both look up at the chess piece who has now wandered off, messing with Gangle, clearly back to his normal aloof self. 

You feel a bit of a sting at him leaving your side. You move back over to him, holding onto his cape. 

“Well whatever happened, can we go home?!” Jax groans, annoyed. “I’m bored!” 

That’s when the portal opens to get back to the circus. All of you file in, Caine happily waiting for you all. 

“Welcome back everyone! Good job on the maze!” Caine laughs, twirling in the air. 

Everyone lets out a mixture of groans or sighs at his too excited demeanor, but you don’t care nor pay attention to the flying set of teeth in a suit. You wanted your daddy back. You grab Kinger’s hand and lead him back to your room without a word. 

“W-woooah.” Kinger says, eyes shifting their position in an amusing manner, “ Where are we heading?” He whispers, eyes shifting back and forth as if we are keeping a funny secret. 

“Um well night..you two..” Pomni calls behind you. 

You hear Jax say something snarky, but that all fades behind you as you pull Kinger into your room for some much needed little time. 

[lilyofthesword-writes]

What Should Be - Part 2 (Batman)

Summary: You have a loving family, a cozy home, a great job - What more could a person ask for? But what do you do when an injured man dressed as a bat shows up in your home in the middle of the night?

Pairing: Batman x Reader (Platonic or Romantic)

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings/Disclaimers: Blood, injuries 

Counterpart: Alchemy (Please read first)

Part 1 |  | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

Masterlist

“Babe, you okay? Did you not sleep?” your partner queried, setting a mug in front of you.

“Y-yeah. I just… just couldn’t stay away from my research, I guess.”

You gratefully grasped the handle. There was no way you could tell them. How could you tell them that a man dressed as bat was in your apartment who knew your name and just disappeared into thin air, that the symbol shining on the clouds afterward made the back of your mind itch so fervently it made sleep impossible, that you wound up curled up on the sofa staring out the window until dawn?

“Well, consider those bags under your eyes punishment,” they teased.

“Ha. Ha. Don’t you have an office to go to?”

“Don’t you?” they quipped.

You started to nod in the direction of the hall where your study lay when you noticed something. There was a third setting at the kitchen table, a third setting with a full plate of untouched food.

“Where’s Torrence?”

Your partner hummed in question. You only had eyes for the plate.

“I said, ‘Where’s Torrence?’”

“Umm, he’s at school,” they replied matter-of-factly.

You shook your head as if that would clear the fog that had into your mind. “But then why—”

“We were just downstairs like fifteen minutes ago to see him onto the bus. Don’t you remember?”

Right… You did that every morning. At least, that’s what your brain was telling you. So… Why couldn’t you recall any memories of doing so?

Your partner’s hand coaxed you to look at them. Their eyes swam with worry and something else you couldn’t quite place. “Are you feeling okay? You didn’t catch anything from staying up late, did you?”

“Y-yeah, yeah…”

You pulled away, ready to ask a question about the food when the words lodged themselves in your throat. The plate was gone. It was as if it had never existed in the first place. And the mug? It was filled with a hot, viscous liquid akin to dirty oil. The putrid smell invaded and set up camp in your nostrils.

“Umm… Actually, I think I’m gonna lay back down for a bit,” you spoke airily, rising to your feet just a hair too fast.

Your partner was quick to rebalance you. “Do you— Do you want me to stay? I- I can call out and—”

“No!” you cut off their rambling. “No, it’s fine. It’s just some fatigue. A quick nap and I’ll be back to normal.”

They squeezed your shoulders in an act of reassurance, to ground you. All you felt were creepy-crawlies in the wake of their touch.

When your partner was finally out the door, you shivered and frantically rubbed your arms as though you were brushing bugs off your skin. Why had all this felt so wrong?

Yeah… Sleep was the best thing for you right now.

A rhythmic tap sounded from your window. You padded across the floor to answer. Drawing back the curtains, you found a different man in skin tight black and blue suit. It reminded you of a gymnast’s costume. The man perched on the fire escape expectantly. You opened the window.

“Thanks! Do you have a minute? I need to pick your brain.” He sounded cheerful, but there was an edge to it. 

“I guess. Come on in,” you replied.

You stepped aside to allow one of the city’s many vigilantes into your home. 

“So, uh…” you folded your arms awkwardly, “You have me… Concerned. Bats is usually the one asking questions. Maybe the little one. Robin, right? And Nightiwng is a Bludhaven guy. What could possibly bring you here?”

“Nothing to worry about,” he attempted to laugh. He stood tall in the middle of your shabby, dimly lit living room, but nothing about his stance exuded the confidence you had come to know from any of Batman’s crew. “Just wanted to ask you something.”

The pain in your thigh pulsed. “Right…” You frowned as you plopped onto the couch. “Alright, then. Ask away.”

“Well,” Nightwing cleared his throat. “I know Batman has been coming to you for your insight on some of the stranger happenings—”

A disgruntled, distorted grunt came from the as it slid open. A familiar red helmet came into view as another man entered your home.

“B’s missing. You seen him recently?” Red Hood got straight to the point.

Nightwing clicked his tongue. “No tact.”

“You’re one to talk,” Red Hood rounded on him. “What was that just now?

“I was trying to breech the subject more gently.”

“Gently? We don’t have time for—”

“Boys!” you interjected.

They stopped, straightening themself attentively.

“As bad as the Winchester boys,” you mumbled to yourself. However, you did have to admit you were pleased to see that Red Hood had warmed up to the other vigilantes… At least to the point of not pulling a gun on them.

“Who?” they chimed in unison.

You rubbed your temples. “Don’t— Don’t worry about it. Look, he was here the other night.”

Babe?

Your thigh began to throb again. 

“What for?” Nightwing asked. 

“The East-End victims.”

The blue vigilante rubbed folded his arms across his chest. “East-End… He never told us he was working that case.”

Babe? Wake up!

“That checks out,” Red Hood chimed in. “You know how B is when someone else gets hurt.”

Nightwing cleared his throat nervously. “I wasn’t there for that one. Was it really that bad?”

“Red Robin nearly had his throat ripped out by a nest of vampires,” you deadpanned. “This case does have some similarities.”

“Oh…”

BABE!

You jolted, eyes popping open. 

The sunset streamed into your bedroom window only to be blocked by Jesse who was hovering over you.

“Jeez, you had me worried. I’ve never known you to sleep like the dead before,” they breathed a sigh of relief.

You’ve been a light sleeper ever since… Ever since what?

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? Have you been asleep all day?”

You blinked, scanning the room. Those two men were nowhere to be found…

“Yeah… I guess so…”

[thottythoughtdaughter]

VOYEUR

hollywood agent gavin x debut star freelancer au [ fem!freelancer, second pov ]

Tote'm was mostly empty, but for the few heads roaming between aisles of candied fruits or sliced potato chips. You headed for the jars of marinara sauce, stacked precariously in a pyramid. Pasta, ground beef, and a few ripe tomatoes filled the basket on your arm. The meager ingredients for your meager dinner, because you could not stand the watery Academy food any longer.

Plucking a glass jar from the tower, your basket tipped, and a tomato rolled merrily on the ground.

Cursing beneath your breath, words a young woman would never be caught dead saying, you chased the tomato down. It had rolled, seemingly with a mind of its own, to the back of the store.

It bounced into a shelf and stopped. With a sigh, you stooped to pick it up, and found yourself eye-level with a pair of trousers.

Dropped trousers.

With a choking gasp, you froze. You could see glimpses of bare, muscled thigh between the rows of cereal boxes that filled the shelves. The buckle of the pants glinted in the convenience store's poor lighting. A hand gripped the thigh, straining.

"Ah ah ah," a sensual, flirtatious voice tsked. "What did I say? No teeth."

A quiet, wet slap. A moan. A mumbled apology. And then--

Your face flushed, and you quickly picked up the tomato and tucked it into your basket. This was not meant to be seen, even if done in a Tote'm's hardly private aisles.

In a panic, you stood, and made direct eye contact with the man who's trousers were currently kissing the floor. He smirked at you over the shelves. His eyes were a void-like black.

"Well look at that, Lasko," the man purred. "We've got ourselves a little voyeur."

The man who was-- well-- he made a little panicked squeak. The dark-eyed man laughed, throwing his head back, and suddenly your memory began to work again.

"You're Gavin Boyd," you said, somewhat stupidly, holding that damn wretched tomato.

Gavin Boyd, the name everyone knew. Its syllables brought to mind shadows and smoke, glitter and passion. Gavin Boyd, the kindly crook, the charming charlatan, the dashing demon.

His biggest claim to fame was the success of Lydia Song, the nobody girl from California, risen to the greatest heights of stardom. Money, power, prestige, she now had it all, all thanks to him. Her films populated the theaters like cockroaches, flooding all of America with the love bug for Lydia Song. Queen of the Nile, on-the-up businesswoman, the enchanting princess of mythological beauty, the hardworking peasant girl. Lydia Song had played them all, and owned each and every one. You had stared longingly at her posters and wished for even a fraction of her fame.

"Indeed," he purred, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as Lasko apparently made a very skilled move with his tongue. God. Why were you imagining it?!

"Swell. That's really-- yeah. Anyway. Bye!"

You panicked and ran. At checkout, all you could think of were those white teeth sinking into red lips. You cursed again, and fled the store, groceries in hand.

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You were a university student at Dahlia's Academy for Motion-Picture Novices, studying acting in what felt like vain. Tuition was an arm and a leg, and in order to afford both tuition and rent, you were working endless cleaning jobs between classes.

You scurried on your way to another one of these freelance jobs after studying for your History of Art exam, head spinning with dates and names. There was no way to memorize all this, and you already felt your mind slipping. Lines and song notes and dance routines had already been crammed into your head: history was the last thing you needed to think about.

Plus, the little encounter at Tote'm had shocked every semblance of study from your brain. Not only was it highly inappropriate, it was... arousing. You were ashamed to admit it, but the idea of being a voyeur had been an appealing one. Appealing enough to temporarily distract you from your work in favor of more... personally intimate studying.

Now your next job called, and you felt both frazzled and wild at once. You simply knew this was going to be the end of you.

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Weeks later, on a dimly lit, starry night, you wandered the streets of New York. Exhausted, there was an ache in the back of your throat like you had cried all night. Except you haven't, because you haven't had time for crying, or anything but working. Your fingers were chapped, worn to the bone, raw and cracked.

The only thing keeping you from collapsing was the reflection of the city in the dark water, yellow bits of stars among the murky waves. It was impossible to feel so sad when something so beautiful wavered before your eyes. The air was cool, soothing your raw throat as you took in a deep breath.

Head tilted back, throat exposed to the night, hair tumbling down your back. You felt like the movie stars, the ones in the pictures you spent your meager pay check on.

Magically, you were. A presence crept into your awareness, and you opened your eyes, embarrassed at your moment of fancy.

"No, no," the voice crooned as a man slipped into the light, a pleased smile dancing in his eyes. "Continue. You look ravishing in this light."

You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Liquid, dark eyes. Perfect teeth. Seductive smile. You felt your stomach flutter and, well, something throbbed almost compulsively, even as you shrank against the wall in surprise.

"You're--"

"Wildly bored," Boyd sighed, languishingly, leaning his elbows back on the boardwalk's fence. He tipped his chin to the sky, the sharp bones of his cheeks glinting in the night.

You felt your breath catch as wildly inappropriate images of where those cheekbones should brush against filled your mind. Goddamnit, that Tote'm encounter had really shaken you.

Boyd lowered his gaze, smirking as if he could read your very thoughts. "And are you?"

"Am I-" your voice was slightly strangled. You started again. "Am I what? Pardon me."

"Bored," Boyd supplied, tracing the edge of his lip with his tongue. His eyes seemed to swallow you whole. Swallow...

You cleared your throat and hoped your cheeks weren't visibly burning red. "I- Yes, I guess I am. Working endless cleaning shifts isn't very stimulating."

"A working girl," he purred. God, those eyes. That voice. The butterflies in your stomach felt more like a flock of flamingos. "Working for what, a fiancé? A little domestic bliss?"

"Academy," you managed to get out, clearing away mental images of domestic blissing in Boyd's bed. "I want to act."

Boyd's mouth split into a grin, a true grin, not the permanent smirk that seemed to be all in the eyes and pull of his jaw. "A budding actor?"

"Hardly budding," you snorted, forgetting yourself for a moment. "Can't bud if you haven't been planted."

"If it's seed you're looking for..." he trailed off, shooting you a mischevious grin. "Seeds, I meant. I'd say I'm quite the farmer in that sense. I'd gladly help you. For a price."

Your head spun. You couldn't tell if he was talking about an acting job or... a wholly different kind of job. You could only feel the heat of his gaze, the flush of your cheeks, the constriction in your chest.

Get it together. This was absolutely pathetic. You gave him your best smile.

"I'd love that," you began to walk, thankful for the breeze cooling your flushed cheeks. "But I believe your prices are out of my range of comfort. Monetarily and bodily."

You gave him a pointed look.

He grinned. "What, Tote'm isn't your preferred location of debauchery?"

Your look practically grew spines. "No."

"And yet you so seemed to enjoy watching it, my little Voyeur."

"This has nothing to do with my acting, so I presume the conversation to be over. Thank you, Mr. Boyd," you bit out, despite the thrill at being called his voyeur. As if you were his.

"Gavin, please," he did a little one-two step, scurrying to catch up with you.

"Begging already?" you arched a brow.

He looked wildly pleased, eyes flying open from their typical disinterestedly erotic gaze. "Feisty, aren't you."

You gave him a once-over. "You don't even know the half of it."

He chuckled, adjusting the lapel of his suit.

"Listen," you said sternly. "You don't know me. You haven't even seen me act. I'm no fool: I can clearly see what thrills you chase. You needn't lie and promise false contracts to get in my sheets. It won't happen either way. So I appreciate your interest, but I'm more inclined to a career than a kiss."

Boyd gave you an impressed, albeit haughty, look. "You'd do well as a diva, I can already tell."

You rolled your eyes, increasing your speed. He matched your pace, though hardly seemed to walk any faster at all.

"I'm serious about the contract," Boyd vowed. "I'm good at what I do. I know what potential looks like."

"Thanks," you said sarcastically.

He shrugged. "Just being honest, Voyeur. You've got the looks. You've got the voice. You've got the work ethic. The acting isn't all that important. You have something more."

Your heart fluttered, though you'd never admit it. What would Gavin Boyd see in you? Not enough to sweep you away to Hollywood after a moment's encounter. Boyd might be a good agent, but he was not a good person. Trails of broken hearts like candy wrappers littered the path that Boyd traversed. You knew of his casanova pastimes.

Sexy as he was, you did not want to be another discarded wrapper. Not after Kody.

"I'm just fine, Mister Boyd," you said firmly. "Thank you."

You made to cross the street, but he caught your arm.

"Let go," you snapped, wrenching your arm free.

Boyd backed off, hands raised. "I'm sorry Miss..."

" ," you said coldly.

"Miss ," he conceded. "I truly am sorry. But I am also equally sincere in my proposition."

Between two elegantly extended fingers --god those fingers-- he grasped a business card. White, simple, clean. GAVIN BOYD printed in a neat, tidy font, with a telephone number below.

"Please do call," he said, and those dark eyes nearly softened from a void to a galaxy. Powerful, but gently swirling. "I promise to show you a good time, if not a glorious career."

You slowly took the card. "Fine."

He turned with a smirk that was very nearly a smile, and sauntered into the dark.

[ a little tester: if ppl like this, i'll definitely write more! also fun note, Tote'm is what Seven Elevens used to be called in the 50s ]

[in-halingstardust]

hi love! i saw your hsr matchup event is live and i'd like to send my request~ pronouns: she/her/they/them gender: female spice tolerance: spicy personality indicators: intj 5w4 ; melancholic-choleric signs: pisces sun / taurus rising / taurus moon hogwarts house: ravenclaw alignment: neutral good alignment preferred gender to be matched with: male

personality: studious, business-minded, tech-savvy, a little bit of a perfectionist, tends to overwork, stubbornly independent, calm and composed, intimidating at first glance (according to colleagues), reserved and extremely introverted, protective to loved ones, obedient and respectful to authorities but will not hesitate to call them out if necessary, blunt, idealistic, highly organised, loves to play video games or read and write books on spare time, passionate, drawn to mysterious, historical, gothic, and horror subjects

hobbies + likes: researching abandoned and haunted places, writing, reading, exams, stationery, business-related topics (esp finance), coffee shops, bookstores and libraries, electronic shops, technology, video games, dark royalty / dark academia aesthetic, classical literature, classical music, detective/crime/mystery/horror stories (esp. from 19th century), cats, history, listening and belting out to musicals when alone, greek mythology

dislikes: bugs, studying repetitive subjects without gaining new knowledge, failure to meet own expectations, unnecessary change

physical description (in case you need it): dark brown hair that reaches the middle of the thighs, brown almond eyes, warm ivory skin tone, top hourglass figure, wears glasses and switches them out with purple contacts sometimes, always wears a necklace and a pair on rings on both hands

if you need anything else, feel free to ask! thanks!

First of all, I want to say I absolutely love your works with the TWST fandom! I have read through so many of them on my "main" (well more like my dead) blog. This is a little longer, but more of a thank you for me for your stories :,D

I'm going to pick Dr. Ratio for you! ⋆⭒˚.˚.⋆⭒˚.⭒˚.⋆

You and Dr. Ratio I feel have similar interests. Like-minded individuals striving to know more about this dysfunctional world. High expectations, a sort of strive for the greater knowledge of the world. There are only a few who can stand on the same stage as you two.

It's almost a sort of rivalry. A small smirk that is passed with one grade is higher than the other, the glances while the other is presenting, the small inside jokes that are layered between sarcasm and logicality. If any one of your classmates were to explain this they would simply say genius' brains are on a different universe. It's not because of that.

Lets be honest. It's because of the sex,

❥ For the serious front that you both pertain in front of your colleagues, your neck itches from the tight blouse buttoned up to your neck. What’s wrong? Ratio states, it’s a question he already knows the answer to. Don’t want to show off my handiwork? Underneath thin cotton you hide a line of bite marks from the previous night, littered across your body in an arrangement of shapes. ❥ He gets this way when he is in a good mood. ❥ You give him a little push, enough to calm the faint tint across your cheeks. It’s hard not to think about last night. Reminiscent of strong muscles holding you down by the hips- bruises still forming-, his hands wrapped around your hair pulling gently to gain more access to your neck. The way you cried out for him last night and his muffled groans against your skin… ❥ No. You breathe in and out. It’s just a distraction from the presentation. Besides, if you both passed there would be a reward afterwards…Not that you have ever failed.

[saucyjothoughts]

ive been stuck doing class work to the point of pure exhaustion and then the question dawned on me.

how would Nace feel about that. like, i cannot imagine him being okay with his partner overworking themselves to the point of potential burnout.

It feels like he’s bug me and annoy me to go and lay down (using his hot and smexy dom voice) And like the fluffy aspect of it seems so sweet too, like him taking care of me and letting me calm down in the evening 🥹🥹🥹

sincerely, 🧦 boo (no longer ovulating but on my period and emotional)

Oh 🧦 boo, were going to learn your full cycle aren't we?

Let Nace take care of you...

(Nsfw under the cut)

Nace has spent many nights hearding Jan into bed and keeping him there till he sleeps that nothing is especially a challenge for him at this point.

Now You. You, he would simply pick up, dragging you away from your textbooks and papers, ignoring your protests and grumbles. That's the real reason he works out, to manhandle you into submission and pick you up like a sack of potatoes.

After working so hard he has to destress you too. Hot cups of tea and fuzzy blankets, holding you to his chest while you hear his heartbeat. Soft and slow to get you to close your eyes and just sleep peacefully, cocooned in blankets that smell like him.

Of course if you're more rebellious and insistent on your work he can just pin you down, growl in your ear that you need to listen to him, that he knows what's best for you as your dom, as your partner, as your master. What's best for you right now is his cock and your only choice is what hole it goes in.

It's a distraction, a work out, something to focus your mind on and to relax you as you either suck it like a lollipop or he pounds into you, leaving your brain nothing but mush.

He is all that matters, not silly things like study. His dick is gospel and you are devout, a worshipper of all he give you.

You can study tomorrow. Tonight you're all his and he'll take care of everything. Trust him.

[fruitsaladc0wboy]

I'm back with more. Numbar 11 what was your inspiration for clover!! And number 23 is he reliable!!!! Number 15 burger king f

11 - well you already know this but I’ll tell the masses. I originally made clover in high school for a monster of the week campaign as a weird little girl with prophetic dreams of disaster. that campaign never got off the ground but I liked the design I cooked up for her so I filed her away in my brain for later. so like six years pass and my current group proposes a new campaign so I pull her back out of my pocket and go hmmmmm…..but something about her still doesn’t really excite me. then I transed her gender and made her a weird old man and suddenly everything clicked.

wait this question was about inspirations. uhhhh when I was cooking his new design i thought it would be fun to employ some design conventions of “character a twitter user would call babygirl and be hopelessly deranged about” and then was surprised when I introduced him to my group and they responded with “WHY IS HE HOT”. oopsie. sorry im an ace lesbian and was studying specific design conventions like a bug.

23 - oh so much. he tries so hard not to get too close or care too much about people but he sucks so bad at it. he is unfortunately a deeply kind and caring person and cannot stop being one to his own detriment. so he will be THERE if u have a flat tire or need picked up from the airport. against his better judgement.

15 - children please look out for the supernatural phenomena known as “burger king foot lettuce”. the last thing you want in your b

[dollivication]

hiiii im glad you liked my insane ramblings about guro and OH MY GOD you were so right w the ring finger thing im rotating that concept...i love pathetic men...

speaking of pathetic. kind of springboarding off of what one of the other anons said about Nero but only showing affection when u got them bleeding would make them do some loony shit. you hear hey babe watch this and then dantes intestines are spilling out bc thats the only way he can get your attention and he wants it soso bad. and like they COULD force you to pay attention to them but youre so cold and its so much easier this way because itll just heal later and it really doesn't even hurt that bad anymore? (that is the blood loss talking there are so many stains on the floor that are NOT coming out. perhaps not even just blood teehee)

or like. elbow deep in vergil's guts and hes trying so hard to pay attention when youre naming everything even tho you know hes not gonna be able to focus bc taking an interest in peoples hobbies helps you get closer right?? and really whats more intimate than someone having their hands all up in your organs, no one ELSE has ever touched him there! no one else knows him inside and out like this, its so romantic! especially if you do some freak shit like lick the blood off your hands bc now part of him is in you...utterly delusional i fear

okay last insane thought for now yk how in 3 dante takes a shot to the head like its nothing? imagine asking so nicely and sweetly if you can try it because you wanna see how itll heal and also all the gray matter spattering everywhere. youre not cleaning it up of course its his fault for making such a mess!! also not convinced theres actually brain in there like you are making your insides be on the outside because you want someone to look at you BE NORMAL!!! -☢️

WHEN I READ THIS I WAS GIGGLINH BECAUSE HOLYYYSHIY YU GET ME SO WELL HUGS YOU!!!! LIVE LAUGH LOVE DMC GORE.. cw!!1!1!

THEY ARE BOTH TWO ENDS OF THE FREAKY SPECTRUM AND I AM ABSOLUTELY HERE 4 IT!!! laik omgfgh.. vergil thinks there’s something soww poetic about quite literally giving himself up, all of him, for the person he loves most.

if you decide to laik… cut off his tongue and put it in a jar or just basically any other part of him,, he is going to be over the MOON!!! laik awhh, yu love him so much that you’re preserving a part of him <33 uhm!! please get help! Loony!!!!1!!!1

WHEREAS DANTE IS LAIK.. INITIATING IT!!! comes up to yu laik a kid showing off a bug like hey check out this cool gash you can see my bone!! make it worse pretty please??? you should totally skin me ahahaha…!! LIKE STOP OT YOU CREATURE‼️‼️ JES SO NASTAY he loves the sting methinks..

this is like mary jane 4 him he gets high off this and harder than ever before!!! the only downside for the both of them is that your fascination is often very short-lived… (◞‸◟)

vergil is more likely to wait around until you decide to get hit by another urge to ‘study’ him whereas dante is ALLLWAYS trying to appeal to you. hey, you’ve looked at my ribcage already, look at my brain!! or what about my eye?? YUCK

THE LAST BIT OH MY GODH!!!! it always ends the same! you losing interest after a bit of observing, leaving them to pick up the foul, iron scented mess. auwaaa.. for a split second they probably realize the fucked up situation you’re both in, which i reckon causes them to spiral a bit—before they remember how happy you looked to be squeezing their insides!!…

oh well nobody ever said being together should be a healthy thing! they’ll clean the blood up later,, right now they just need a biiiig nap<3 and the cycle will repeat!!! they can’t wait!

imsosillyimsosillyimsosillyimso

[noodle-slurp]

PART 8 ---------------- At some point, he manages to drift into a light slumber. He isn't sure when that happened, or even how, but when he opens his eyes, the sun is setting behind the trees, tinting everything blood red.

He rolls onto his back and stretches.

"Good morning." Comes a hesitant voice. "Uh, or evening…?"

He blinks at them, confused; his brain foggy from his nap. Why was there a human in his den, and why were they greeting him instead of running away? Did it matter? Why question a free meal? He moves to reach for them, and they tense, scooting themselves up and onto their feet.

Why weren't they running? It wasn't that they'd get far, but still…

"Not even gonna try, huh?" He grumbles sleepily, dragging himself up onto his hands and knees to reach them better.

They look away and fidgit with the book, seeming conflicted on something. "I'm almost done…" they plead shakily.

He tilts his head, even more confused. Were they setting some sort of trap before he woke? But then, why not run? His hand is behind them, his fingers curled to grip them. "With what?"he rumbles suspiciously.

He pulls them roughly closer, keeping his grip loose. They don't fight it, but their eyes widen and he feels them tense against him. They look sick. Their fear sends a thrill through him and he can't help the toothy grin that pulls at his lips.

"The book." An anxiety fueled pause. "I'd like to finish it…"

He blinks, his smile slipping as bafflement takes him. A book?

"You're…worried about finishing a book?" he words slowly.

They squirm to free their arm and hold up the book as if to prove they'd been reading. They nod awkwardly. "It's a good story…"

He stares at them, then exhales loudly, his breath ruffling their brown hair. Memories bubble to the surface bringing clarity. " You're a weird one." He sighs, releasing them and pushing himself up into a cross-legged position. "Could eat you right now - and you're more concerned about the lives of letters."

"…I already know how my story ends…" they murmur unhappily, picking at a stray string on their sleeve and eyeing the bugs on the ground.

"Do you now?" He ponders aloud. Their trembling and anxious heartbeats told him they hadn't completely resigned themselves to their supposed fate - but their words, their tone, spoke true.

"What?" They chuckle sardonically. "It's not like I have options."

He hums. They were right, in a way. Their only options were stay - or leave, and given the state of the world described to him, they probably wouldn't get far. Something would eat them eventually, though most humans preferred the 'eventually' over 'soon'.

Anger dug into the pit of his stomach imagining something else taking them. A weird sort of possessiveness he chose to excuse as having never liked sharing in the first place.

He shrugs, dismissing the conversation. He recalls his earlier idea. "Go ahead and finish your book." He studies them, noting the breath of relief they exhale. He grins at them deviously. "Hopefully find something with more fight to hunt down." They shudder and look away. He grins, satisfied with the response. Silence falls on the cave as the giant watches the sunset further behind the trees, deep reds fading into deeper blues. Darkness descended on the cave, and with it came a simple click that had his ears twitching towards the sound. it was a small, cracked lanturn, dusty and dim, but good enough for those with poor night vision to see by. he considers asking them where they'd found that, but this cave was littered with tons of crap he had never bothered to sort through, he thinks he might miss the pile of junk when he eventually moves into his new cave closer to the river. "I can turn it off if it bothers you." they say tentatively as they notice him staring. They didn't want to turn it off, they rather needed it, they figured, but this wasn't their home, and if it upset the man-eating giant, well...best not to do that. He blinks then shrugs, "Don't worry about it. This deep inside no one will see it." He stretches and looks back towards the entrance. "Besides, it's time for me to patrol." "Patrol?" He raises a brow, "Yea. Patrol. Never know what's out there, and I'd rather not just let some human - or other monster wander around my territory until we stumble into each other by chance. Just asking for trouble." he says in a tone that implies this should be obvious. A thought occurs to him. "Speaking of which....How did you manage to avoid me for so long?" "What?" they ask, not quite processing the question. "I patrol about twice a day, and yet, your camp looked like it had been there a while..." They stare at him, processing the question. "Oh!" they suddenly exclaim, understanding. "I guess the herbs helped a little. That's cool to know." "Herbs?" he tilts his head. "yea. Before i entered the woods, i crushed up a lot of different native plants to the area and scrubbed all my stuff down with the juice. I guess it helped a bit." "is that what that was..." he mutters, eyes wandering to the cavern ceiling in thought. "course, I also chose a spot that acted kind of like a bowl in hopes the wind would work against anything trying to find me. Didn't think it'd work...." "interesting." he hums. They probably would have been deadly if they'd chosen a career in being a Hunter. Still could be. "probably mostly just luck, though..." they say looking away. "Possibly." he echoes back, still studying the rocks above. Long strain of luck if so. He thought he had smelled someone in the area, but the wind always shifted before he could properly get to the source, it hadn't been until they'd began to set a fire that it became apparant to him where the smell was coming from. They likely could have stayed unnoticed for much longer otherwise. he looks out at the darkened woods, fireflies blipping in and out of existence among the brush. Perfect. "Stay here." he instructs, crawling towards the entrance. "....What if I don't?" they ask. Their tone indicates they'd be too exhausted to bother leaving, but he shoots them a warning glare over his shoulder anyway. Whatever they read in that expression was enough. They look away, unable to hold eye contact. "Ok." they say so meekly he almost doesn't hear them.

[honeybeecomebuzzingme]

Grr why am I worried about him???

All my online friends are saying I need to reaffirm my boundaries and not let myself fall into bad habits. But damn there's this annoying dysphoria when I think about this whole process and I wish I could have the energy to turn it around and be mad.

But I'm not angry. I'm concerned because he's my friend and I want him to be ok.

I don't understand why I need to be angry and turn off that worry I have for someone who I will always consider my best friend.

My brain can't compute these emotions.

It's easier if I compartmentalize and make a list as follows:

1- I appreciate any friends I have who have taken me to hospital or helped me in a time of need deserve equal in return.

2- I understand that my friends all have mental health issues and such things I cannot do anything other than listen and give moral support for them to seek help.

3- I see now that it is not my responsibility to keep bugging my friends to seek help for themselves. They need to do that for themselves when they are ready.

I'm not sure what else to say.

I'll leave with the promise that I am working on myself. I'm learning to be me.

I'm learning to accept myself.

I am an amazing person.

I can sorta play the guitar, some harmonica from primary school, and I'm learning the violin. (I also want to learn to play bass guitar and eventually the harp).

I can speak German, some Dutch, and French, Gaelic from living in Scotland, a tiny bit of Welsh from when I lived in Wales, and I picked up a little bit of Japanese from anime. Also, I have basic knowledge of asl and bsl from classes, I was working on how to write in kanji/hiragana and in Arabic in the past.

I've studied many things over the past ten years. I'm a highly accomplished student despite my shortcomings and absences.

I really enjoy photography and painting.

I can design video games, phone apps, and flash animations. I can make jewelry from precious metals. I can make clothing from scratch, and I understand how the fashion industry operates, how much of what we wear in our every day life has been informed by history and culture.

I can also wire a plug, fix a leaky sink, and install internet in businesses and homes.

I am also experienced and trained in both the care of children and vulnerable adults.

I have first aid training and I am an eagerly experienced archery instructor. I love it!

And I've studied cyber security of course!

Also I know how Trump expects his drink served from my training in bartending and hospitality - our field trips were amazing - I wanted to be a bartender from that course but I prefer cooking.

I've also worked in kitchens in 3/4 parts of the UK. I just need to go to N. Ireland now.

I've had jobs like retail, call centres, but I enjoy cleaning because it's therapeutic!

And most importantly I am a writer! 💯🔥

I have self published the first trilogy of my 12 part book series set in Scotland. I've also self published the first book of my second trilogy. And it all started with a poetry book I also self published! 💪💜

I wrote mostly by myself at first but over time I have built up my supporters and I have a pretty awesome fanbase! ☺️❣️🥰

My profits are small but I love writing!

I love all my friends and family so much!

I love al my Nakama!

[dailylifeonmadmire]

April 2, 2025

Today's broadcast started off with great news: Blathers guy is on Madmire now! I'm excited to meet him. I woke up bright and early, but the pollen from all these pink trees hasn't been kind to me so far.

Before it got too hot, I decided to say good morning to everyone and Rod loved seeing me in the hat he gave me. I also caught some butterflies throughout my morning stroll, and some made me think of back home.

Another thing we had back home a lot were wasps, and boy did I not expect wasps here in Madmire too. Especially not giant falling nests that are the size of my head! Somehow I caught one in my net, but there was a downside. It seems without my glasses, I didn't realize how close my net was to breaking...oh well! I'll make another one later today if I remember.

Me and Frita went fishing in the pond right beside my tent. She seemed to be having a hard time, but I caught a tadpole. How does a tadpole even end up on a hook? I don't know, maybe Madmire tadpoles are just built differently. Or maybe there are super frogs that are really big. I'm gonna try not to think about it and go meet Blathers soon.

On the way, there was a bird washed up on the beach! He wouldn't wake up at first, it was kind of scary. Would Mr. Nook know what to do? Would Timmy and Tommy have to help me get rid of a body? No fear, he did wake up to tell me his name is Gulliver. Not just that he's not just lost, but his communicator broke and there's parts in the sand. I didn't want to dig in the sand for them, and I truly question how you're NOT gonna get sand in your phone after this.

I bought a shovel from the little Nookling, and quickly got the parts the bird brain needed. They weren't far, so maybe he just couldn't dig because of his wings? I'm not sure, at least I could help and he did say he'd send me a present.

I went in to go meet Blathers, how is this thing supposed to be a museum? Maybe he'll explain it. He REALLY seems to hate bugs, but if he didn't like them why would be study to collect them? He thought my fish were at least interesting finds, but we still needed more for the permit he told me about. So I'm gonna keep looking, and maybe find some fossils that he talked about.

While I was looking, I saw something floating across the sky that I couldn't help but be curious about. A present? Tied to a balloon? That's so neat, but I wonder if someone like Mr. Nook had to do with it? I think I'll just consider them little gifts from the old country, floating through the air for me to shoot down. This one even had bells in it, a whole 5,000 of them!

I wanted to keep exploring, and I ended up crafting a vaulting pole that I got the recipe for from Blathers. This is so much fun! I couldn't help but jump around the river for a little while. I'm sorry to the fish that I might have scared off. More fishing and finding fossils eventually got us enough to start building the museum tomorrow!

After donating fossils, I finished collecting the 5,000 Nook Miles to pay Mr. Nook for the moving fees. He had mentioned the idea of having my own custom-home, I even got to pick the color of the roof! I'm excited to no longer sleep in a tent so that construction will be done tomorrow. Boy, I can't wait!

[danidoesathing]

26 for buck because you talk abt him the most and therefore i know the most

What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

force him into an impromptu therapy session because I need to know exactly the fuck is wrong with him. I need to pick apart his brain and study him like a bug.

if I could also get a solid hit in for good measure that would be great as well

[traumacat800]

Every Kiss Begins With Kill Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Buckets of Bug Blood

OK OK BECAUSE OF YOU THE TIMELINE CHANGED BASICALLY. So, Bob never sees Lila and survives. He still eats ppl though, but the VAMPIRE GUY SURVIVES HE'S SO CUTE (/platonic) I'M SAD HE DIED 💔

my mutuals have been BEGGING on their KNEES for chapter 2 soooo here it is fr <3

Also Brazen (your dog) is really fucking smart, tbh everybody needs a Brazen. SHE LITERALLY CAN ONLY BARK LMFAOO 😭😭 and she’s STILL the voice of reason. LMAO rather the BARK of reason. The entire thing is so goofy to the point where it’s amazing and fits perfectly in the series fr

There’s smut in this chapter. But the midst of it will be in the third chapter or fourth. Reader is 18 btw, senior in hs. <3

TW:

Breaking in (although it isn’t treated as such) , mentions of bugs (you like bugs sm), Bob Velseb.

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It was the day after Halloween.

You were sitting at home, Brazen was laying on the bed next to you. She’s completely recovered from her illness and was back to being her usual self. You ran your finger through her soft hair, god, you loved your dog so much. Brazen perked up at something but you didn’t notice. You were on ibisPaint at the moment, although you keep switching off if it to either change the music or go on TimeWatch (Tiktok) or SOMEHOW study for a test that you never remembered having. Your brain worked in weird ways, you supposed. Your headphones were one of your most prized possessions, at the moment, they weren’t helping you. 

At least that’s what Brazen thought, as she barked at the tall man with horns that was creeping in the backyard. You had told her about meeting a man with the description before. Unlike Brazen, you didn’t sleep downstairs. Which meant that you never had to sleep next to the loud ass Tv, that somehow only played the news. Brazen hated your ignorance about the subject or rather the fact that you thought a murderer was hot. Now that murderer was back, probably to end you. 

‘I don’t get paid enough for this, I don’t even get paid at all!’ Brazen thought. 

Brazen continued to bark at the man but he never hesitated in his attempt to get to you, somehow making his way up to your window. Brazen jumped down from the window, and ran to your bed. You still couldn’t hear her barking over your loud ass music. Brazen rolled her eyes before nipping at you. You jumped a bit, taking out your headphones. Brazen looked back, the window was open, the man was inside. 

“Did you know that Endocannibalism is just one of many forms of cannibalism?”

You jumped at his voice, one you were definitely not expecting. You turned around. It was the guy from yesterday, he was still in his costume. 

“Dude, where are you finding these weird facts? Also how the fuck did you get in my room?” 

He pointed at the window, his smile never faltered. You felt a bit concerned for him, did he have nowhere to sleep or maybe he had no friends? You frowned at that thought, even though he technically broke into your house. He was a little weird but so were you. I mean you liked bugs, your shelfs were littered with bug books. Plus, he didn’t seem to have any bad intentions. So, you shrugged it off, as usual.

“Hey what’s your name? Never got it yesterday.”

He hummed, thinking for a couple seconds.

“Bob” 

Brazen looked between the two of you, absolutely horrified at that sight. There’s no way you actually liked the murderer right? 

“I’m Y/n” 

You closed your window before looking back at him. 

“You know, you could’ve just knocked on the door. I would’ve let you in” 

Brazen huffed out a loud growl before leaving the room, probably going back downstairs. You closed the door behind her.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, pointing to your video game console, he didn’t respond. So you went over to it, plugging in the second controller. He watched you curiously as you did so. Once you’d finally finished hooking up the game, you patted the spot next to you. His heavy footsteps filled the room as you sat waiting for him. He sat down, picking up the controller. You smiled at him, and you both played what was a very nice and gentle game of online Monopoly. 

Spoiler alert: 

It was not a very nice game, it was every man for themselves. 

•

Bob laughed as he defeated you, you’d landed on a house of his. It was 1500 dollars to pay off the fine, you’d only had 900 at the moment. There was no way he would trade you for his money. You whined in defeat. You had to go bankrupt, there was no other option. Bob smirked at you, you refused to look at him especially after all the shit you talked to him.

“Oh don't be like that” He purred

You refused to acknowledge how his dark voice made your stomach pool in anticipation. 

But little did you know, he saw right past you. 

Bob grabbed your hips, a bit questionably, only to see if you were truly comfortable with this or not. You didn’t shift, so he rested his head on you. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, you felt your face heat up. He studied your body language a bit before finally asking—

“Can I touch you?”

You nodded. You were at a loss for words at the situation that was happening. It seemed straight out of wattpad, that you’d meet a guy you’d like and end up doing the dirty tango with him a day after. His hands trailed down your hips. Your breath hitched as he quietly studied you once more, slipping his hands into your undergarments. He removed one hand, spitting on it. For lube purposes since you had none. He slowly inserted his fingers inside you, it was uncomfortable. The pain was a sharp burn. Thankfully, he focused on the other elements of your body to keep your content. For example, biting your neck, rubbing around your nipples, and finally grinding against your leg. He was so hard and it was making you feel even more pleasure at the thought of taking him: It didn’t take very long for him to break you in. You managed to stifle a moan at how good his hands were, moving inside you slowly. He seemed like an expert on this topic. His head was resting near your neck, he took in all your sinful sounds. You pushed back against him, begging the man for more. 

“Needy Kitten.” He breathed out, you whined at the sensual tone of his voice. 

He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, setting a rather fast pace. Your hole twitched around him.You felt your stomach pool with pleasure, you closed your eyes. Clenching up your body as your orgasm struck through you like thunder. You stopped for a moment catching your breath. Bob was still hard, you notice. Although he seemed to be happy with how you looked now. Removing his hands from your undergarments. 

“Wait…” 

You figured it'd be easier if he just dry humped you, it’s not like you were ready for the real thing yet. You sat on his lap, your hole brushing up against his cock roughly. Bob moaned against you, grabbing your hips. He pushed you closer to him, taking full advantage of the body that you’d lended to him. His arms wrapped around you, as he grinded roughly against your ass. His heavy grunts and breaths made you moan and whine. He didn’t last very long though, cumming in his pants. Bob panted along with you. You fought the need to sleep, you didn’t want him to leave just yet. Bob seemed to notice this. You shifted the position, burying your face in his soft red sweater. His arms came to pull you closer, his head rested on yours. You could hear his heartbeat, it was fast. 

“Sleep now. I’ll be back soon.” 

You couldn’t help but follow his instructions. 

Bob stayed with you until it started to get light outside, tucking you into bed. While waking back to your window, he noticed the set of books you had. Most being about bugs. He took one from your bookshelf. 

•

The next day, you awoke to Brazen nipping at you. It was around noon. She was barking at something. Brazen had been barking a lot more lately, usually she never did. You yawned, your vision steadied after a while. That’s when you noticed a note and a bucket next to your window. You picked up the note as you peered into the bucket with a mysterious substance.

“Did you know that bugs have different types of blood? Some can be colorful and others dull. I killed every bug I saw to make this for you” 

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Bob

You smiled at the genuine dedication. You face flushed at the thought of last night.

Brazen continued to glare at the bucket. 

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Bonus art of the goofy goober

SHES SO OFFENDED