#(( I need to get back into drawing them more 💔 ))

[1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1]

Can I get a headless horsemen!reader thats one of the killer's with the other in forsaken? Please and thank you!🙏😔

OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A GENIUS IDEA WHAAAATTTTT

oh this will be FUNN🤤🤤

im deadass half asleep writing this so there are gonna be some typos but ion care and i will NOT be rereading 🤞💔

defo OOC,, coughs loudly

enjoy mwah

Forsaken Killers × Headless Horseman!Reader

1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧

Well he was,, quite shocked to see you here.

She HAS met you once, before you got stuck in this living hell, it was during halloween when you were haunting some robloxians, it was just a quick pass by and you probably didnt even notice them,,

You're probably one of the only 'people' that she has even a bit respect for, after all, you are the infamous legend that makes robloxians shiver.

He tried talking to you once, although after hearing your voice, basically thundering, she stammered a bit before giving up and saying that they have something to do, some kind of cheap excuse not to embarras himself further. NOBODY needs to know that he stuttered. She will rip any witnesses to shreds.

He likes spectating you, watching your gameplay as you server-wipe with incredible speed,

She hopes that somehow you DID notice him and think of them too,,,, you just keep spinning around in her head

John Doe

Hes,,,, confused, (as always)

He has also met you before, he just doesnt remember.

Sometimes when he looks at you, his memories go back a little bit, small glimpses of his past coming back to him.

Hes one of the only robloxians that arent scared of you, its pretty hard for him to be scared when he cant proxess emotions properly

Most of the time he just,, stares. and thats pretty much it. He stares and stares, his gaze completely blank.

You cant really tell what hes thinking about, you can only guess,,

forsaken!Jason𓌏་༘࿐

Well, hes seen you a few times

You guys are both one of the more 'popular' horror mascots when it comes to halloween, so there was no need for introduction when you arrived once again.

You guys,, didnt talk a lot,, but still got along pretty well

Silent nods of acknowledgement and pats on the back for a server wipe mostly.

it was a pretty healthy 'relationship', if you can call it that.

C00lkidd.✶ ⋆ (PLANTONIC!!)

he thinks youre REALLY cool,,

although, he was a bit scared at first

Mostly because his dad, on halloween night, used to tell him stories about you, that you punish bad kids for staying up past their bedtime or something along these lines,,

Youre not so scary tho!!1! (in his eyes)

Definetly gives you his drawing from time to time, mostly starring you and Daredevil(your horse)

Wether you accept them or deny them is your choice (He will be really sad and walk away with a frown for the rest of the day if you dont take them,,)

He annoys you from time to time, but youre just used to it, so you just go along with it,,

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

Jesus,, this guy,,

The first killer to come up to you, and the one with the balls to even do it.

He immediately starts asking some random questions about you, about your head and how that hole in your neck (where your head is supposed to be) works, i think you know where hes trying to get with this,,

A nuisance to you, is what he is. His flirty remarks and empty promises on what he will do once you all get out of here. Its all just to get under your skin (at least from your point of view)

He does it mostly to piss you off, and for the love of the game. But a part of him has to admit that you are quite attractive (at least from what HE finds attractive,,,,)

He just thinks youre playing hard to get, and you think hes just annoying. Pretty much it.

Mafioso🂱⚔

Well, hes quite scared of you.

No thats not true,, hes not scared of anything! Maybe just a little bit,, wary of you,,

He has given you some nasty looks (mostly on accident,) and when you turn to look at him, he quickly turns away from embarrasment.

Pretty mixed signals,,

He told his men multiple times to watch out if they are next to you, probably cause hes worried about them. AND hes heard a lot of diffrent things about you from multiple legends,

After a while, when he sees you as a bit,, less,, of a threat he tries talking to you. And aside from the way you talk mostly in fancy, old words (similar to Dusekkar) you were quite nice, enjoyable company, even.

Maybe youre not so bad after all

erm,, hi!!1!

*gets booed and thrown with tomatoes

owh,,,,.. ow,, owguys,, guys,, cut it out guys,,,,ouch,,,,,,,

[lostinlovingrevery]

hey there! I've been a fan of your writings for a little while now and i was wondering if you could write a Logan fic with a reader who is in the hospital to get checked for multiple sclerosis? (could also be something else, but that's what i am in the hospital for rn)

And the reader is scared shitless of needles (like me) but pretty much every procedure involves needles, like the lumbar puncture which is required for the diagnosis. And you get poked in the back four times, but the doctor fails to get the cerebrospinal fluid out and it leaves you shaken up and crying. Exactly that happened to me yesterday and I just wanted some Logan comfort💔

no pressure though! I'm so sorry if this is too specific

Right Here

Logan Howlett X GN! Reader

Every step of the way

A/N: AH thank you so much!!! I have two family members with MS, so I understand how scary this must be. I'm so sorry for what you went through and you're honestly a huge trooper for it and I hope that you gave yourself some grace and took care of yourself after!!! I wish you all the best during this time and I hope this brings you some comfort!! Sending you lots of hugs (Esp logan ones <3) also, dont worry about being too specific, we all need to feel that comfort from our pookie 💕

Warnings: Hospitals, needles, medical tests, anxiety, a bit of angst, fluff and comfort, Logan <3

"Wouldn't it kill them to make these places a little more welcoming?"

Logan looked up from staring at the floor, and turned to look at you. He stood by your side while you hands were folded between your legs, anxiously swinging them over the edge of the bed. Your comment breaking the silence in the room.

He looked around. You had a point, he didn't like hospitals either. Always felt cold, soulless, with technology and medical machinery just lingering about. They reminded him of his own bad memories, but apart from that, hospitals are just unpleasant.

The room you were in felt just as cold. White walls, black and white patterned floors. An oxygen pump, heart monitor, and various other buttons and medical doohickeys are scattered across the wall and around the room; along with cabinets likely filled with more medical supplies, and a single sink.

A single poster of a sad-looking kitten hanging from a branch, with the text

"Hang in there!"

Placed on the wall across from you. You stared at it in disdain.

Logan looked back at you, glancing at the loose-fitting hospital gown you were given to change into when they brought you both into the room. One sleeve falling off your shoulder, he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before gently lifting the gown back in place, and his arm went around you, hand pressing into the cushioned hospital bed you were sitting on.

"How would you decorate it then?" He asked gently, leaning into you. A question to help you get your mind off the upcoming procedure.

"Well for one I would get rid of that poster- that doesn't make me feel motivated at all. It just makes me sad, look at that kitten! Someone should be helping it. Not letting it dangle in the air barely holding on..."

He smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to your temple. "I'm sure someone did right after the picture was taken, sweetheart." He comforts, his hand soothing up and down your exposed back.

"I'd get rid of the tile floor too. It's ugly and a little creepy. Wood panels floors would be better. Paint the rooms different colors. Add some nice pictures or something. Like trees. Maybe like... a vintage couch in that corner..."

"You should go into interior design."

You looked at him and he had a playful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes, making him chuckle in response. Your hands fiddled nervously.

"What's taking them so long..." You muttered. Your nerves felt on fire and you couldn't stand waiting longer. You've already had to endure blood draws (miserable) MRI's (uncomfortable) poked and prodded (weird) and being told every worst-case scenario possible .

Logan had been with you the entire time, making sure you didn't go through anything alone. He listened to the doctors, let you squeeze his hand as the nurse drew your blood while he whispered encouraging things in your ear. He took in every word the doctor asked, and spoke up for you when things became a bit too much and you needed a break.

Your next procedure was a lumbar puncture, and Logan could hear the way your heart stopped and your blood running cold at those words. He immediately squeezed your hand, reassuring you that he was right there, that you won't be alone.

His hand pressed into your back soothingly, "Want me to go see?" He asked. You shook your head, you're not sure if you could handle being alone. Especially because you've been feeling the urge to run the moment you stepped into the hospital and you're fairly sure that without Logan's presence, you would have likely taken off by now.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I wish we can just go home now."

"I know sweetheart." He rests his chin ontop of your head. "You've so strong, you'll get through this- we'll get through this."

Just as he soothes you, the doctor comes in with the nurse who was pulling along a tray of supplies- needles.

"Okay! Sorry for the wait." The doctor clapped his hands in a cheery demeanor. "Do you have any more questions before we get started?"

You looked at Logan and he shook his head at the doctor.

"Anything else you need me to explain about this procedure? I will be walking through everything with you."

"No, thank you." You shook your head, eyes falling to the tray, Logan's hand moved to your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, well, lie on your side and when you do, bring your knees up to your chest, nurse Hathaway here will be holding onto you to help you stay in place-"

You nodded, moving to lie on your side with Logan gently leading you, always keeping a hand on you as assurance he was still there. Ignoring the sick feeling of dread in your stomach as your mind continued to picture the needles you saw on the tray. You lifted your legs up to your chest. The nurse stepped forward, but Logan stopped her.

"S'alright if I do it?" He asks.

Relief flooded you when the nurse nods. She explains to him how to properly hold you, and make sure that you don't wiggle or move around during the procedure.

Logan leans down over you, arms securing over you. You're immediately comforted by his presence holding you during this- but it didn't stop the fear.

"I'm right here." Logan comforts, his thumb brushed against your skin. He didn't take his eyes off your face, watching your scared expression with a broken heart.

As the doctor spoke up, explaining every single thing he did, you squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to hide your quivering lip and the way you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You braced from the numbing injection, and then the big needle. A harsh breath escaped you as you become uncomfortable and uneasy, and Logan talked you through it

"You're doing good baby," Logan coos, "You're getting through it-"

"Ah, Hathaway, could you bring a new tray?"

"What?" Your voice sounded full of panic.

"It's alright, just need to do it one more time." The doctor says. His tone gave way no worry, completely professional but it gave you no comfort.

You took a shaky breath. "Logan?"

"it's alright, I'm here." Logan comforts, a quick glance at the doctor - something you caught to be one of his famous scowls; before turning his attention back to you.

3 more tries, and the lumbar puncture was unsuccessful. The doctor gave you instructions on what the next step would be- as you barely contained your tears and tried to listen. As soon as he left, you broke down.

Logan immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as you sobbed and shook in his embrace. His shirt soaked from your tears, as you held onto him in a deathgrip. He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head, praise coming from him for how strong you were- that you did great, and everything was going to be okay.

He held you until your cries calmed, and once everything was finished, he helped you redress and held your hand as he walked you back to the car.

You were exhausted, sore, and wanting to go home and climb in bed and do nothing for a week.

Reaching home, he didn't let you take a single step. Carrying you out of the car despite your protests that you were fine, just shaken up, but he wouldn't hear it.

He tucked you into bed, putting on your favorite movie, and ordered your favorite food for when you're ready to eat. All you wanted was him though.

He climbed in with you, pulling you close into his arms, a hand softly petting your hair while you closed your eyes and took a deep breath- allowing yourself to feel safe again after such an intense day. Logan's body was warm- always is, you tease him for being a human furnace but this time it's everything you needed. His steady breathing helped you stay present, not falling back to the memories of the day.

"I'm proud of you sweetheart." He says gently breaking the quiet silence you both were in for awhile, tucking some hair behind your ear. "You did great today."

"I don't know..."

"You did." He reassures, his arms pulled you closer. "And whatever happens, I'll be right here for you."

[javierduffy]

went back to comfort zone and ... got stuck there

[kirichux]

I think I’m going to cry now

Let’s normalize shipping Noramalia 🩷🩷🩷🩷❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I love how there are so many Noramalia fanarts made me want to doodle them quickly again ♥

[caotictimmy]

I ATE THE WHOLE DAISUKE DATING HC AND I MUST SAY ALL THE BRAINROT THAT HAS BEEN STEWING IN MY MIND!!!

I think he's such a golden retriever bf 😭 like both ways— sfw and nsfw. HES SO DOWN BAD FOR YOU, he loves you so much and fjdkkd if his partner also has physical contact as a primary love language, he would die for headpats. Like genuinely, give this guy headpats be when you two are cuddling or when you are both in an intimate moment. You could reward him with a little patpat on the head when Swansea is not looking, and he would lean in to your touch a little bit before reminding himself, he needs to learn!! he needs to make you proud

NOW NSFW-WISEE.....

Praise kink goes so hard on him is insane

He could be eating you out with sparkles in his eyes, almost like asking if he's doing a good job, and if you do express it, tell him he's such a good boy, how good you are feeling because of HIM, he's going to go harder on you out of pure happiness—hes doing a good job!! you're like this because of his work and that amazes him

i could write more but my mind is a mess and im so sleepy wnwnkd.

🐁 out!!!

🐁 anon I love your thinking please don’t spontaneously combust. BUT IM SO GLAD THE HIM LIKING HIS HAIR/HEAD TOUCHED IS CATCHING ON OMG….

Sfw headcanons/thoughts

- Now that I’m thinking of it. I should have known he’d like head pats. LIKE I ALREADY GOT THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF VIBE FROM HIM.

- But he definitely loves getting head pats or his hair ruffled! Specifically he really likes it after/is doing something good. Like normal head pats are fine but. Knowing your giving him them because he did something good?!?!

- You guys have definitely gotten called weirdos by Swansea, cause you patted Daisuke’s head. Swansea wont say anything cause this man is emotionally constipated 💔. But he’s glad Daisuke has someone who Daisuke can be his true weird self.

- If your hand is somewhere close to his head, and he wants head pats. Daisuke will head butt his head against your hand to show he wants you to either play with his hair, pat his head, scratch his scalp, etc ect.

- I think like the first time he head butt your hand for attention was when y’all were cuddling. You had your hand by his head. And you weren’t taking hid obvious hints! (Slightly nudging at you). So well he just thunked his head against your hand. Ever since then he keeps doing that when he wants you to play with his hair

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (mostly AFAB some Gn )

- Omg please pull his hair. PLEASE. He loves it so much. Like holy moly. If you pull his hair while he’s deep inside. HES COMING IMMEDIATELY! Like pull just right and omg. It’s like a switch in his brain. And that man is going HARDER AND FASTER. Like I hope to burnt curly Anya can lend you a wheel chair.

- Omg just imagine Daisuke pulling his hair back during sex. OMG MY GYATTTT. Guys I see the light and it’s Daisuke pulling his hair back.

-(AFAB) I just thought of something. GYAHH IMAGINE SEEING DAISUKE TIES HIS HAIR BACK TO EAT YOU OUT(might need to make this into a FIC).I’m Actually foaming at the mouth. Guys wait let me cook.

“wait!”. Daisuke said. Before rolling a hair tie he had on his wrist for working on machines. Biting it as he collects his hair. Tying it up in a ponytail. Before pushing his sleeves up. Daisuke Looks back at You with a smile. “Now I’m ready” he say cheekily.

- Guys someone please draw Daisuke with a sexy man ponytail please I’ll be in debt with you. PLEASE HE’LL LOOK SO HOT JUST TRUST MY VISON!!!!

-(AFAB) Omg and grip his hair while he’s eating you out. Like omg if you’re pulling at his hair moaning. He’s gonna feel so good about himself knowing he’s pleasing you. Also if you ever shoved his face in your cunt while he’s eating you out. You gave yourself a death wish. CAUSE THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TO PULL HIS HEAD AWAY.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s like he couldn’t stop. The pleasure was getting to much. You gripped his hair. Feeling him moan in you. You pull his head back, letting out that breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You could hear him catching his breath before hearing him let out a sad noise. You looked down seeing Daisuke giving you these sad puppy dog eyes. “Did I do something wrong.” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“No no! Just needed-“. You huffed, “need..need a moment.” You said dazed. He paused for a moment. The glimmer in his eyes back with a vengeance. He starts to grin. “Did I..” He started. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning your slick off around his mouth. “Did I do good?” He asked. Daisuke happily looking up at you waiting for your response. His grin got wider as he felt your hand rub against his head.

Authors note: GYAHH I LOVED THIS REQUEST SMMMM. Like, reblogd, and especially comments are appreciated! This was so fun writing thud.

[loovser]

the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all - chapter 1

synopsis turns out the cute guy from the cd store is actually… a girl.

cw: heavily inspired in the manga with the same title if you couldnt tell, for obvious reasons ellie is often referred to with masculine pronouns (💔) just on reader’s direct thoughts about her or as she is talking about the guy from the cd store. cursing, ellie is down baaaad, cheap flirting (quite literally lol), conflicting thoughts, miscommunication.

wc: 2.9k

you found yourself at the same damn cd store you’ve been to the last five days, which is the amount of time you’ve acknowledged its existence. since you did, something — actually, someone — has been drawing you towards it day after day. you tell yourself it’s not that serious, you just need another rock band cd. who cares if you already bought four of them? you definitely don’t.

as the little bell above the door announces your arrival, ellie’s attention drifts to you. it’s like she’s been waiting for you to show up today, too. and she has. just like she waits for you to show up at the classes you both attend in college — not that she would admit it.

your heart flutters in your chest. you’ve never been this interested in someone before. like, ever. you’d even wonder if you are really into guys at all. but you never gave it that much thought, since you’ve never really been into any girls either… plus, you had other things to worry about.

but now? now, it’s different. there’s something about this guy that works at this cd store that has you wrapped around his finger. even though you’ve never seen his full face — because if you had, you’d know she’s a girl. that’s so fucking pathetic. is what you think every time and yet you can’t seem to get away from the grip those green eyes have over you.

“let me guess- another deftones cd?” is what she asks when she approaches you.

“actually… do you have any recommendations? i’ve been wanting to try something new.” smooth. you are proud to have come up with this excuse while thinking about how to get to know her better, during some random class. her eyes narrow a little and you imagine her smiling under the face mask.

“yeah, um… have you ever heard of sick habit?” she asks, leading you towards one of the smaller cd shelves. you follow, asking yourself how can his voice be so damn soft? which, honestly, just attracts you even more.

“i’ve never, actually.” you chuckle lightly and ellie almost gets stuck on the way you look when you do it. just like she did the other times she’s seen it in class.

she clears her throat, grabbing a cd from the bottom of the shelf, your chuckle still echoing inside of her head. “they’re great. you should give ‘em a listen”

“i definitely will.” your cheeks burn when your fingers brush as you take the cd from her hand. “how much is it?”

“it’s on the house. just tell me what you think about it after.”

your eyes widen at that. he’s giving it to me for free?! the thought makes you smile and ellie watches your reaction — silently thanking the universe that you can’t see how pink her cheeks turned under the mask.

“i… really?” she nods. “thank you! i’ll come back when i finish listening to it.”

she wants to ask why you don’t talk to her in class, but she keeps it to herself. “i’ll wait for it.” it’s what she goes for, instead. you’ve seen each other in class twice since you started going to the store, maybe you were just… shy? or you didn’t recognize her?

she watches as you smile at her and leave the store after thanking her once again. ellie didn’t want people from college to know she works there, — hence the face mask — but she wouldn’t mind it if you did. during classes she’s just someone that no one else seems to notice. and she likes it that way, it’s peaceful, doesn’t draw attention.

you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. you draw attention everywhere you go, even if it’s unintended. you are popular in college, having your own group of friends and lots of guys drooling over you. not that you pay any mind to them, as you know what’s worth your time and what’s not.

as you walk to your apartment, you know exactly where your attention is going to be for the next few hours: sick habit’s whole discography. you were so excited about her giving you the cd for free that you barely said bye, not trusting yourself to be around her without stuttering or doing something stupid.

it’s so weird to think that someone you barely know can have this kind of effect on you. i know nothing about him! is he even a him? i never asked his name, never saw his face. he’s always wearing oversized shirts or hoodies and pants. i haven’t even seen his whole hair, always hidden in hoods or caps. is it short? is it long? you groan. overthinking is a bitch.

it feels like you are going crazy. maybe it’s all this mystery that attracts you. is it even healthy to be this obsessed over someone? you know it’s probably not, but at this point you don’t care anymore.

as you finally reach your apartment, discarding your shoes by the door, you sigh, quickly getting in and throwing your purse on the couch. there are so many things you should be doing instead of this. like the visual effects paper you kept postponing and is literally due tomorrow.

you huff, already plopping down on the floor, in front of the cd player. maybe you could ask that girl in your class, that sits next to you, to help you with it. or you should just be responsible for once and do it right now.

however, as soon as you press play and the guitar chimes in, starting the first song, you are sure that there’s no way you could stop now.

ellie is late. that’s actually an understatement, given the current situation. she missed her first class and is really late for the next one. which is VFX — visual effects. the only class that she shares with the film major students today.

which means, the only class she shares with you.

not that it matters, right? i mean… is she really that eager to see you? if someone asked it to any of the poor souls that have almost been dragged with her while she rushes through the dorm’s hallway, the answer would be yes. if someone asked her, though? of course not!

her wrinkled flannel and skinny jeans combo turns out to be quite comfortable for a little marathon, as she runs towards the class’s building. she spotted jesse, one of her only friends, near it. he mouthed a clear ‘what the fuck are you doing’ but she just signaled that she would text him later, entering the building and fleeing up the stairs to the second floor.

by the time she arrived the classroom, she was a panting mess, totally out of breath, hands on her knees as she tried to compose herself before opening the door. through the little glass window, she could see some students. she saw you.

big mistake, she felt even more out of breath. you looked so pretty, writing something down in a rushed manner, sitting on your usual spot. her chair, next to yours, empty.

she took a deep breath, running her hand through her short auburn hair as she entered the classroom, murmuring a tiny ‘excuse me’ and going to her seat.

of course she has to smell great, too. is what she thinks as she sits down, trying not to throw any glances at you. would you talk to her today? she hoped you would.

but as the class went by, you haven’t said anything. she couldn’t stop throwing glances at you. you caught her twice, the second time offering her a soft smile, which almost made her melt in her seat.

when Mr. Barbosa finished the class everyone started gathering their things to leave. ellie was no different — until one of your friends nearly yelled, making her freeze on her spot as she heard it.

“he gave you the cd for free?!”

he…? they must not be talking about her, right? she tries shaking her thoughts away, but couldn’t help hearing the conversation.

“that’s totally flirting! i can’t believe the guy you’ve been drooling over for days just hit on you during his shift.” your other friend adds.

what the fuck? it can’t be. you thought she was a guy? i mean… yes, she doesn’t dress all girly. and you can’t really see her face with the face mask on. but still… a fucking guy? really?

“you should ask for his number! what is the cd about again?”

“mmm… it’s from a really cool band. sick habit. i kinda listened to all of their discography on spotify, too” you explain, shyly. but genuine. ellie’s heart is beating so fast that she is having trouble hearing anything besides it, but she heard you.

she wanted to hear you telling her that later, on her shift. but she was so confused… she should just clear this all up. and that’s what she would do. she couldn’t lead you on, it would be so cruel. are you even into girls?

“you have such a weird music taste.” one of your friends say, giggling.

you don’t usually care about other people’s opinion, but somehow, when it comes to music, you’ve always felt so different from everybody else in your circle. they always point it out, too, which makes you uncomfortable.

“crap, leah, we have to meet jake at starbucks, like, right now. he’s got our stuff” your other friend pointed and they both said bye to you, rushing out of class.

ellie watches it all — the way your smile fades a bit when your friend says you had a weird taste in music. you really don’t. she thinks your music taste is fire.

she wanted to comfort you, somehow. her mind was a mess, not knowing if she should stay away from you or give in to her desire to get to know you better.

then, she sees it. your wired earbuds, dropped on the floor. she grabs them, getting closer to you. you get slightly startled, until you realize it’s her. ellie, the girl that sits next to you. she has green eyes, you would always see them through her glasses. cute freckles too, all over her cheeks and nose. and a lip ring.

you noticed her, sometimes. like, really noticed. she was pretty. but you barely talked. not because you didn’t like her, she was just usually very quiet. you even thought about asking for her help with your VFX paper, — which is still unfinished — but you didn’t.

she leans forward a bit, putting something in your ear. your earbuds. you didn’t even realize you had dropped them, since they are still connected to your phone, as ‘loser’ by beck is blasting through them and can be faintly heard by the both of you.

her fingers brushes at your ear, as she looks down at you. you freeze. her eyes, for a moment, really reminded you of the guy from the cd store.

“you dropped it.” she flashes you a crooked smile. “this song rocks, by the way.”

and with that, she’s gone. leaving a starstruck you behind.

you check your reflection in the mirror one last time, making sure you look good. you like the way your clothes fit on your body. you’ve worn this outfit a lot already — never to the cd store, though.

the time has come. finally you would go back there and see her again. it’s been so long (less than 24 hours). to be honest, time really seems to pass slower when you crave to see someone. and she hasn’t left your mind for even a second.

meanwhile, ellie was at the store since her classes ended. joel asked her to come a little earlier today to help him unpack the new arrivals and that’s what’s been keeping her busy all afternoon. which is great because she was almost going insane in her own head, thinking about what she should do about your… situation.

it’s way more complicated than she thought. because, even if she didn’t like to admit, she did care about you. so what if you barely know each other? you’ve always been nice to her — at least at the times you spoke to each other.

also, you guys share classes together. three, every week. she sits next to you in two of them. it would be so awkward if she just revealed herself to you. she tried imagining doing it naturally, just taking the mask off at some point. but she never did that, so it wouldn’t feel natural at all.

to be honest, she didn’t even know if she wanted you to know she is actually a girl. not a random girl, but your classmate. what if you stopped going to the store? changed your seat? just out of embarassment. ellie didn’t want that to happen.

she sighed, rolling her hoodie’s sleeves up, as she grabbed another box of cds to put on display, approaching one of the many shelves and kneeling down on the floor. she put the box down and took the nirvana cds, organizing them on the shelf.

the store is very cozy. there’s just something about it that makes her feel like she’s home. maybe the fact that her dad owns it? yes, that could be it, indeed. but she would like to work there even if it wasn’t joel’s.

music has always been a part of her life. a big one. all of her childhood memories are filled with songs. mostly rock ones. when she was little, joel and her uncle, tommy, were always playing something for her, letting her sing even if she didn’t really know the words. she grew up playing instruments and being surrounded by melodies.

since they opened Firefly, a few years ago, she would play among the cd shelves all day long, after school. the regular costumers adored her. some still do, visiting every now and then. she was so lost in those nostalgic memories that she didn’t even hear you arriving.

you recognized ‘tonight, tonight’ by the smashing pumpkins playing through the store’s speakers. not too loud, just loud enough to be comfortable and settle into the background. you smiled to yourself when your eyes laid on the figure knelt down in front of a shelf.

adjusting your purse, you made your way towards her. you took in her clothes, noticing something you didn’t see before. a tattoo, on her right forearm. a moth and fern? damn. it’s beautiful.

“i didn’t know you have a tattoo.” you say softly, making your presence known.

oh fuck. your words take ellie out of her thoughts, she turns to look at you. “you like it?”

“yeah, it’s beautiful.” you get closer to her and she nearly panicks, standing up.

“i was waiting for you.” it blurts out before she can stop herself. she wasn’t supposed to flirt with you, god. she should tell you the truth.

you blush at her bluntness. “have you, now?” you chuckle. “guess i couldn’t leave you hanging.”

“im glad you didn’t… so, did you like sick habit?” ellie asks, even if she already knows the answer.

“a lot. i had to listen to their discography on spotify after i finished the cd.”

“couldn’t get enough, huh?”

you almost shiver at the answer. why does he sound so good? “i guess not. in fact, i came here to buy another cd from them.”

“so you didn’t come to see me?” she teases, mentally facepalming herself right after. why the fuck can’t i stop flirting with her?

but then you chuckle shyly and she knows exactly why. she just can’t get enough of you, apparently.

“well, i… also want your number.” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant but your heart is beating like crazy. so hard you hope she can’t hear it.

talking about hearing things, you definitely didn’t miss the hoarse chuckle that escaped her lips. muffled by the face mask, but still there. your stomach might just fly on its own by now.

she pretends to ponder for a moment, just to tease you. she couldn’t really say no to you, could she?

“fair enough. do you know which cd you want to take today?”

“their second album.”

apparently, it was right next to your head, on the shelf behind you, as she gently sticks her tattoed arm next to your face, taking the cd and murmuring “great choice.”

you swallow hard as you stare at each other. it feels like everything around you just froze. her green eyes piercing through yours like she’s seeing inside your brain.

“there’s a girl in my college that reminds me of you.” you say, simply.

not imagining the turmoil it causes in ellie’s head. cursing internally and praying that you didn’t recognize her. but also…

she remembered me?

is what she thinks, before clearing her throat and answering “she must be pretty, then”

“cocky much?” you tease, but you are not denying it.

ellie laughs and your heart swells. “it’s $9,99” she hands you the cd.

you give her ten dollars. she writes something down and hands it to you. one cent.

and a card with her number written on it.

next

end notes: OKAAAYYYY so this was nerve-wracking 😅 this is my first work EVERR and english is not my first language so pls be nice 🤓 i hope you liked reading it tho, lmk if you did 💘

[fairlyang]

Sweet🐺

w/c: 2.6k

pairing: lumberjack!logan x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, thighs, soaked panties, he wants you to fold, he pulls over, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, more teasing, he’s filthy and in love

a/n: brain has been rotting for like three weeks now all i’m thinking about is this old man 💔 i started this one august 27😀 two more on the way surely

imagine teasing logan all afternoon long so when you’re both en route to the lumberyard — because he liked having your company on the drive and to show you off to his coworkers, he decided he was going to play your game but be far worse than you were. 

you were showing yourself off to him while he was in a hurry to leave the house, trying to cling onto him to have a quickie because you were just so horny and wanted to satisfy the ache between your thighs.

it took all his willpower to reject your advances because he had a schedule to follow but boy, did you look good in his flannel.

so now he’s squeezing, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh while he’s driving and not giving you any more or any less. 

he had been playing this little game just over ten minutes out of the forty five minute drive and you were already dying. you needed more so bad but you wanted to be stubborn. 

he didn't give in so easily either, so you somehow had to do the same. 

you looked straight ahead, ignoring the way his gaze turned to you and tried your best to remain calm. he was always going to make sure to get you back but this time you just weren't budging, and he couldn't have that.

he could just tell you were close to breaking, just based off how you were struggling to keep your hands to yourself and just had them on your seat plus the seatbelt. add along that sweet smell coming between your legs, who were you trying to fool?

your thighs nearly clasped together against his hand as he reached your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze until he clicked his tongue, quickly drawing your attention to his face, "thought you liked playing games princess?" he huffed under his breath, a smirk appearing on his lips.

you bit your lip and turned away, too close.

"c'mon baby you know you need me." he murmured, his voice husky and low.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you lied and looked out of your window, in an attempt to hide your obvious expression.

"mm.. yeah I'm sure." he chuckled, letting his hand rub lightly against your skin, nearly touching your panties. 

you control your breathing as best as you could but he was not making it any easier for you. always had to prove he had a strong effect on you.

"is that why you're already soaking through your panties?" he asked, letting out a little groan because the smell alone was nearly making him lose his focus on driving.

"you can't lie to me, baby." he murmurs and glides his hands under your skirt, reaching up and lightly rubs your clothed pussy. 

he was desperate to please you and needed to taste you. so he pulled over making you turn to look at him, “what are you doing?”

he didn’t answer instead turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. he opened his door, then got out, walking over to you while you looked at him with wide eyes. he opened your door and reached over to take your seatbelt off then grabbed your legs to turn them to face him before lifting them up making you gasp and try to fight against him but it was to no use. “logan we could get caught-“ you whined and he shrugged.

“think about that the next time you wanna be a tease.” he murmurs and pulls your skirt up.

he gets down on his knees and first admires the wet spot you had on your pretty pink panties. he was not at all surprised and if anything he was shocked they weren’t even more soaked.

“thought you didn’t need me..” he teased, looking up at you as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

you whimpered and squirmed, desperately wanting to let go of his grasp just for the sole fact that you know you’ll die of embarrassment if you get caught. but logan wasn’t budging and he saw this as a form of punishment for you.

he leaned in and planted a kiss on your clit before kissing down until he got to your entrance and licked over the fabric. you let out a moan but quickly covered your mouth with your hand to keep quiet, “mmm so wet for me aren’t you, sweet girl?”

you shivered and involuntarily bucked your hips up making him chuckle, “and so needy.”

he licked back up to your clit and then circled the bud with his tongue, looking up at you to ensure you’re looking right back at him.

you couldn’t look away.

the way he’s doing this on the side of the road when he knows anyone could pass by at any moment and he just.. doesn’t care. the idea of someone catching you was in the back of your mind now but it was still enough to make you wetter.

it had always been something you wanted to try but were too nervous to bring it up. makes perfect sense logan knew you all too well and just wanted to do it.

and given the fact he’s stubborn, of course he’s going to stay put. once he puts his mind on something, it’s a done deal.

“so kind of you to give me my dessert so early, bub.” he murmurs, making your legs shake.

“just so sweet aren’t you?” he murmurs, pulling your panties to the side, “my sweet girl.” he adds, retaining eye contact as he began to eat you out softly.

“fuck logan-“ you moaned and moved your hand away from your mouth down to his head.

you played with his hair, a small indicator that’ll give his coworkers the answers as to why he’s late. you lightly tugged and he moaned against you. his fingers gripped your thighs and he started eating you out properly, how you wanted, needed. like the hungry, insatiable man he was.

he lapped at your folds for a bit and then went up to suck on your clit before flicking it. meanwhile one of his hands went down and he collected your slick with one of his fingers then going lower to tease your entrance. “baby please-“ you whined, a cute little pout forming on your lips. one that popped up when you didn’t get your way.

he only shook his head earning himself whines and sweet cries from you. those cute whines that always had him struggling to not give in to you.

you had to earn it. but his patience was also running thin and he needed to be inside you.

so he slipped a finger inside. he should’ve had you beg a little more but he couldn’t help it, that look on your face drove him insane and he had to make you moan more for him.

he went as deep as he could go then pulled it back and slipped a second finger. you whined as he thrusted them into you and he pulled away from your clit just so he could leave a kiss on your thigh. “that feel good, pretty girl?”

you could only nod, the position making it feel so much better than usual. he started to pump them faster, only looking at your face to see your eyes already fluttering and you biting your lip as if that’ll help from any noises leaving your mouth.

you were trying hard to not moan, really not wanting to get caught but given the fact the car was pulled over and logan was on his knees on the pavement, anyone’s first assumption would not be a good one.

he fucked you harder, letting your pussy gush all over his fingers. you wouldn’t be able to deny wanting him afterwards because of how easily soaked he made you.

at times he’s barely even touched you and all of a sudden your panties would be drenched. it was one thing he loved about you or more so, his affect on you. you were just so perfect. almost as if you were sculpted just for him.

“just so fucking perfect, aren’t you baby?” he murmured making you whimper and clench down on his fingers while he added, “soaking my hand because you just can’t help it huh?”

“f-fuck.. logan… j-just like t-that-“ you stammer, grinding your hips up because you were desperate for more.

“oh i know baby, i know. you just let out those sweet noises for me.” he purred and you tried to lay your head back but quickly remembering you couldn’t.

“c-can we.. can we go to the back?” you asked and he shook his head.

“not today sweetheart, need you like this right now.” he mumbled and pumped his fingers faster.

whines escaped your lips and you were struggling to keep your legs up so with his free hand, he held your left leg up. he kissed the skin gently before going back down to suck on your clit.

you tugged on his hair again, prompting him to moan against you which sent shivers down your spine. you brought your right hand down to try and find his, once you felt it you intertwined your fingers with his to hold your leg together.

he looked into your eyes, on the brink of tears and looking right back at his. you looked so beautiful.

a sweet melody of moans left your mouth and it only made him hungrier to hear more. he thrusted his fingers deeper and continued sucking on your clit. “baby-“ you whimper and hold his hand tighter.

he groaned against you, making you shiver and give him a small smile. so perfect.

such a sweet, perfect girl.

he closed his eyes and right as he pumped his fingers as deep as he could, he curled them perfectly to hit your g spot. his pace slowed down but the pleasure never left and only enhanced.

he only focused on how you felt and how your moans began to be more breathless. your nails were lightly digging into his skin which quickly surprised him but he didn’t mind the slight pain at all.

you felt your orgasm build up in your belly causing your thighs start to shake and somehow squeezing against his fingers even more.

“just like that baby- fuck! please don’t stop!” you pleaded and gripped his hair, trying to pull him even closer as if he isn’t as buried as he can be.

he didn’t mind your desperation, if anything he was obsessed with it. it’s a nice thing to see because you’re not always like this, most of the time you’re bratty and spoiled rotten. he could only blame himself for the latter but this was a sight for sore eyes.

especially with how insane you were driving him earlier. so he had to make sure his pretty girl was going to get what she wanted because he simply didn’t have it in him to not give it you.

suddenly he changed his pace, going faster than before but still making sure to hit your sweet spot each time. your moans filled his ears again and he could feel your walls tighten around his fingers. “logan- baby i’m- i’m so-“ you whimpered out, not able to let out a coherent thought.

he pulled away to quickly murmur, “cum for me sweetheart, i’ve got you.”

and with that you let go, letting your orgasm hit you hard as logan slowed down so you could ride out your high. your juices were dripping down and covering more of his hand so he had to open his eyes to see the mess.

it was a beautiful disaster.

he pulled away from your clit and left soft kisses on your thigh while you let go of his hair and his hand. you were breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering and body shaking. he let go of your leg and helped you bring it down while he slowly pulled his fingers out of you.

they left with a loud plop making your eyes go wide, looking down at them and they were absolutely drenched. you looked at him and slowly opened your mouth, “such a good girl.” he muttered under his breath as he pulled his fingers up to your mouth.

you took them all the way and licked every drop while looking down at him. his eyes rolled to the back of his head before looking back at you. he pulled his fingers out and looked at how glossy your lips got.

he fixed your panties for you then helped you sit back up while you fixed your skirt. he got up, put your seatbelt on and gave you a kiss when he was done. he slid his tongue inside just so he could taste you once more.

he pulled away, walking back then closing the door shut. he walked back to the drivers seat, quickly getting in and putting his own seatbelt on then started the engine. “might want to take a short nap princess, it’s still quite a drive..” he says and gets back onto the road.

you turn to look at him, absolutely dumbfounded that he still wanted to go to work after that. “you’re joking-“

“i’m not baby, someone’s gotta work to take care of you.” he says with a chuckle making you gasp.

“i can literally-“ you started but he quickly cut you off, “just take a nap love, we’ll get there in no time.”

“so stubborn- i can’t believe you’re going to make me drive back home after that.” you whined and he could only chuckle.

“go to sleep you’re tired.” he says and you sigh.

you got as comfortable as you could be and let your body succumb to sleeplessness.

you woke up to light shakes and the sounds of loud machinery which instantly made you groan. you wiped your eyes then opened them to see logan staring at you with a grin on his face making you groan. “you’re evil for this.” you mutter and he shrugs.

he gets out of the car and that was when a brilliant idea came to mind and you took out a tube of lipstick from the pocket of your skirt and quickly put it on while he made his way to your door. you were somehow able to not over-line it just in time when he opened your door and offered you his hand.

you unbuckled your seatbelt and held the tube in your left hand while you took his hand with your right, letting him help you out. you nearly fell which made you thankful he was always a gentleman and helped you out often otherwise this would look off.

but based off the whistles and yells that came from other lumbermen maybe it wasn’t so discreet. he closed the door and held your waist with his left hand while you leaned onto him, trying to look semi normal.

with a few more limp steps you made it to the drivers side, he opened the door for you and you leaned up to kiss the side of his neck right where it’d be perfectly visible. you pulled away only to go down and do the same to one of the flaps of his flannel, the color was just dark enough to be able to tell what it was.

you pulled away and gave him a big smile while he just happily sighed, “drive safely, bub.”

you leaned up once again but this time gave him a small peck, “i love you.” you murmur against his lips before pulling away and taking a seat on the drivers seat.

“see ya in a few hours sweet girl.” he murmured, giving you a wink before walking towards his coworkers who were hollering like madmen.

[asksonicverse]

You dont need to answer but I just wanted to tell you I adore Paradox being like "I hate all of them except" and then listing everyone except like 2 guys, honey you don't hate *all* of them you expressly don't hate *most of them*

Extremely charming characterization i adore it

[Creator Special number 2!]

So glad someone noticed that, I was originally going to have him name EVERYONE except Boost but then I was like “nah, Mania is just too annoying for Paradox to tolerate him”

And thanks! I’m trying to be… consistent with my characterization of each of them and stay in line with canon but like… URGH sometimes I want to deviate so bad just to indulge but I resist!

Needless to say tho, prism is probably going to get more affectionate later on. Rewatched Sonic Prime again and bro is a cutie patootie!

Headcanons… headcanons… hmm

Well, starting with the obvious, Paradox goes to therapy as I’ve mentioned which I think is hilarious. He and Lance are the only Shadows who really have their shit together which is why I think Sonadow works well for them? (we stan healthy relationships guys)

I do head canon that Eight doesn’t like being touched really at all anymore. After the metal virus, he grew so used to the fact that he couldn’t touch anyone that it sorta just stuck. He does it to save people, but not anything more. :(

And while I’m a sucker for the Trans Sonic HC I decided not to implement it in this particular AU!

I really want to include Captain Sonic and Shadow, but I haven’t played nor watched a serious play through of the game. (I’ve only really listened to a bit of the Snapcube dub..)

can someone tell me if Shadow is a Barista or a Mechanic in that game btw?? I google it, nothing pops up. I could’ve sworn there was something about a mechanic.

Uhh I LOVE Sonic Frontiers, fire game. If I include that one, it’ll ALSO be Sonamy since I’m pretty sure that game takes place before SA2 in canon?

I’m trying to keep the Sonics and Shadows balanced but I’d love to add Generations Shadow and Sonic. Just thinking of names already I get “Doom” for Shadow and “Emerald” for Sonic. (Referencing the fake emerald from their interaction in the shadow story)

Unfortunately I haven’t seen the Archie comics or Sonic Underground so I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

Someone also asked about if I’d ever include different AU’s: maybe if those AU creators gave me permission I’d be down to do a collab for a few asks or something!

Nope!

I dunno I just..! … how do I do? I’m fast. And you’re slow. That’s how I did it. /ref

Ahahah just kidding! But I am very fast. A few years ago I convinced myself I was a “slow drawer” because I was in a discord server with someone I looked up to (and holy cheese they could draw out fully articulate sketches in like 30 seconds!)

So I got insecure and taught myself to draw really fast. So now I just.. zoom! This does have a terrible draw back where I will very frequently forget smaller details.

Like if you look at half the posts, Shadow is missing his eyeliner and other markings frequently.

THIS IS JUST HILARIOUS TO ME YOU GUYS. PLEASE—

I’ve gotten SO many asks in my box about using Maria to calm the Shadows down or trying to give Shadows “Maria plushies”

Imagine you’re having a bad day and you get a plushie of your dead sibling thrown at you??? LMFAOOOO

I CANT I CANT I CANT PUT THEM THROUGH THAT 💔 Also I see every single ask.

“Do you all like Latinas” and “sonic which shadow is the hottest/shadow which sonic is the hottest” have all been engraved in my brain

Was joking with a friend on how that second question would come out LMFAOO

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[slasherflicks999]

YES OFCCCC i know how much u love em 😈😈 i wanted to make sure u saw it :33

HAHAHAHA AWW slasher rn:

slasher shitposting doodle dump yippeeeee!!!

ANDDD more slasher + BEN doodles 😈😈 @ribcagecavityy i heard ur pleas for more of them trust……… :3

i’ve been busy the past couple days and not drawing as much LOL my bad 😔

also i’ve been wanting to write some sort of little oneshot thing with slasher just to get back into writing again but writer’s block is like grabbing me by my throat and shaking me around AGHBJSXJHDHSCBKCS when will it end.

inspo/og pics after the break ofc :3

edit: guess who forgot BEN’s piercings AGAIN. i told yall if i dont forget the freckles i forget the piercings smh…..

[likelysobbing]

come back i miss youuuu

also maybe could you post another kk x reader 😀

𖥻 NAVEL TO KNEE. kk arnold x reader

synopsis: kamorea is yours—everything is just for her.

notes: ‘come back i miss youuuu’ nonnie said. with extra letter u’s. nonnie, speak to me like that, and i am going to fold—flattery will get you everywhere with me i fear. i miss you too… school’s been beating my ass, but i’m almost out (for the summer)! so, trust, i’ll be back soon. buuutt you know i had to write something for MYYYYYYY woman…. come on now. taking a lil break from the grind cuz it’s her birthday… everyone say happy birthday kk. this is ridiculously short and i wrote it in ten minutrs… SO ITZ LOWKEY ASS… but i hope it suffices. i luv yawl… i miss you all bad please talk to me 💔 HAPPY BIRTHDAY KK

cw: RIDICULOUSLY SHORT. MORNING AFTER. Implied intimacy… implied top!reader…. reader is DOWNBAD for kk, and understands the privilege she has being kk’s girlfriend and literally comes in clutch. readers gifts can be things she bought or made by hand— they’re not exactly specified. reader loves kk. sleepy!kk.

kamorea is yours.

yours in a way that feels like a victory, and it is. it’s more than just that: it’s an honor. kamorea ‘kk’ arnold is yours, and when the sunlight hits her skin as she sleeps on your sheets, in nothing but her bra and boxers, you relish in it.

you love the mornings after.

there is nothing you love more than seeing the body you trailed kisses down on; forehead to navel, navel to knee— in utter reverence of her beauty. there is nothing you look forward to more than waking up to a warm bed and light snoring that definitely isn’t yours. nothing you adore more than drawing circles on her back while dealing with the sting of the scratches she left on yours (it’s okay, they’ll heal). nothing you need more than her.

kamorea is yours.

even as you pull open your drawer and pull out the gifts you wrapped weeks ago (your woman deserves the best), and she whines because you’re too far away, accusing you— very sleepily— of ‘hating her and wanting her to die’—she is still yours.

“why are you so far away.” she says it like a statement, not a question, and you rest on your elbows, tilting your head at her with a teasing smile.

“i can… move even further. like this.” you start to move, scooting to the edge of the bed before hearing her tone get snappier: “go ‘head.”

“what?”

“move even further. i’ma get you.”

“you’re going to get me? baby, i’m not even near the edge. you can get me.”

“oh… i knew that.” she muttered sleepily, even when she definitely did not know— she stretches her hand out, and at the feel of your skin on her palm, she visibly relaxes. “see?” you murmur, “you got me.”

she laughs. “i did. last night.”

“you definitely got it last night.” you chuckle, carefully looking to the influx of gifts you’ve been absentmindedly lining across your suddenly filled nightstand. from the little gifts to the gifts as big as to ones so big you had to put them into the (considerably spacious) drawer first, they’re all either on the floor or on your bedside (which is already full), and you blink. maybe you overestimated your side of the rooms (the entire room is yours, but whatever kamorea wants, kamorea gets—and she wants a little more than half of your room) capacity to fit in gifts.

that’s okay.

kamorea deserves the best.

kamorea, who is just now sitting up beside you, jaw dropping so hard it nearly locks—for sure deserves the best. infact, she deserves everything.

you aren’t surprised when she gasps and goes, “baby, for me?!” — and you reply, softly, sweet, achingly gentle because you never raise your voice at her even though she always lights up rooms with her volume: “everything for you, kk.”

—everything for kk, indeed.

to have her gaze on only you when there are so many in the crowd, her cheek against yours when you greet her hello, and her lips pressing kisses to your cheek when you bid her goodbye. for the opportunity to kiss from her forehead to navel, from her navel to her knees, to have her nails down your back when you tell her to lay back, and for the victory and honor that comes with the fact kamorea is yours—it’s all worth everything.

and everything is just for her.

@likelysobbing.

[lilybug-02]

❤️🌸🌼 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞…. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 🌼 🌸 ❤️

To get questions out of the way, yes, The Chara Timeline Comic will not be continuing… (mostly)

I started this comic back in November of 2021 on the simple idea of "What if Players possessing humans was normal?". I didn't think it would go beyond a simple page, but it did. It was an idea that blossomed into a 3+ year comic, spanning hundreds of pages, side art, fanart!!!, new blogs, and led me to meeting some of the sweetest and brightest Tumblr people I have ever met. ✨❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜✨ (I’m gonna shout u out eventually 😈)

But, I was doing this COMIC on my OWN and in my free time while juggling college, serious mental health issues, and many crazy life events.

So after so many years, I think it's finally time to put this comic to rest. I grew out of my Undertale and Deltarune love months ago and I am ready to look forward to other projects and interests. (Now... I am open to drawing more for it...but I am okay with telling the world the full story in case I don't ,:))

Because this comic means the ABSOLUTE WORLD to me... I want to give it a last hoorah! I am making multiple parts to this because I want to do my comic justice. ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

I will be going over my favorite art, scenes, characters, deleted scenes and more. And at the end of it all I will go over what the finale would look like and give you guys some art of that :)

First off...MY FAVORITE SCENES!!! (and my thoughts on them)💕

The Beginning:

Still have this saved in my files, thank god. Man... my art has improved so so much!!!! Gone are the playdough hands and strange proportions! Though my faces and consistency always need work.... haha. I'm surprised how colorful and pretty this first page is :) It makes me happy to see it in a new light.

My Favorite Darkworld Page:

I put hours upon hours of work into each page (especially for the colorful Darkworlds), but none still makes me hold my breath as much as the first introduction of The Mayor! I loved drawing the perspective and colored background motifs in this page. And the way the emotions are on full display ~ Chefs Kiss. (I also loved the "Let's shoot out the lights" metaphor being a double entendre. Representing the Mayor's wants to kill/get rid of light-ners and also the term being an old saying for "completely dominating one's opponent" as he want's Kris to join him in his dastardly deeds.)

Backgrounds:

I put my heart and soul into the backgrounds of this comic. I hid details like eyes in walls, moss covered plateaus, spoon shaped rocks, tea kettle inspired trains, hidden characters, and wayyyyy more. Some of my favorite backgrounds have to be of the more subtle ones. But I’m very proud of the detailed ones like the computer.

Silly Kris to Chara Talk:

This one scene (part 8 and 9, which was 12 pages) took me 5 months to make. It was hell. But I did it. The script took me FOREVER to figure out. I have like 4 different drafts of this scene (which I'll show later). I was exhausted and a bit deflated at the time, so I wasn't as proud with it. I'm happy now, but I feel like it could have been easier to make. I'll never know.

All of the Weird Route:

THIS. I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.🩸💔 I would love to say this is the magnum opus of the comic, but I am being very biased. Horror is my specialty and I was ecstatic when I made the decision to write and draw the weird route for this comic. The idea of having a THING control your body to kill while you’re conscious of your actions is a great horror concept and I loved delving deep into it. Obviously, I feel like some of the writing could have been more worked on (like the part where Chara is explaining HOW soul entities control the body) bc it's confusing, but I'm still so happy with it :) And even if I didn't finish the main one, I finished the weird route. So I made a conclusion somewhere!! (even if it's hella morbid lol)

Darkworld Train Fight:

I had been hoping to make this scene since week ONE of the comic. An epic train fight in a Wild West themed Darkworld? It was perfect! And I also really wanted to have a reference to the Alaskan Bull Worm 🪱🧽 from Spongebob for some reason. Because Sandy Cheeks (the squirrel) is Texan and somehow that all connects back to Rodger the Worm haha. I thought it would be fun, but it took me forever to figure out how the worm and train would combine in a fight scene. In retrospect, I think i spent a little too much time in the darkworld, as it took time and energy away from a more tight-knit story, but hind sight is 2020. 💖🚂🚋🚋🚋🪱

Shaker Sisters:

Just look at them. They are actual baby.

Chara's Crashout and Eventual Talk with Asriel:

This idea of Chara yelling at the Mayor was originally just one page of Chara making an offhand comment about how he was annoying. But it turned into a much more impactful, story changing moment. I wanted to highlight Chara's intensity and why they might have been labeled as "not a good friend" in Undertale. They have anger issues. They are unapologetically blunt. They are anxious and critical of their self worth. They echo their past abusers onto themselves and others and they believe they are justified in their actions. But Chara is human and I wanted to respect them as such.

...I also love Chara being silly <3 (That ice cream took 3+ hours to draw) 😭🍦🍪

Asriel Being Cute:

I just think this one drawing looks cute :)

Chara Finding Kris:

I love drawing comedy and this was no exception. I wanted it to be equal parts horror and funny. Chara's "F*Ck" being cut off is so funny to me 😭 And the horror of a literal Human organ just floating up to you?? Peak dark humor. I also think I nailed the panel layout here 😊

Kris' Confession:

These are my FAVORITE pages out of the ENTIRE COMIC. I feel like the writing, art, and scene layout is as flawless as it can be. I'm still shocked at how well it turned out. They were also a blast to work on ❤️

Silly Azzy 🥺 Face:

I knew people would love his droopy face, but literally so many people liked it, it became a meme. Thank you. I also think it's the funniest thing ever.

A Moment Between Friends:

I love Asriel and Chara's relationship in this comic. They care for one another so much even when they don't see eye to eye.

Breakfast:

This one panel took me 4+ hours. The perspective is wonky and there are 5 different characters. But man do I love how it turned out. Susie is chowing down on those detailed pancakes (yes, those are human and monster pancake faces :) 🥞🥞🥞).

Chara Kicking Stones:

idk why but this one panel scratches an itch in my brain. It’s detailed and colorful :3

The 7 Humans:

I guess we’re getting to some of the last pages I’ve done…. I’m really happy with this one. It’s spooky but gives a sense of intrigue. I also love the layout. Also Also- Frisk’s shirt is a reference to that one submarine guy from the Titanic movie. Idk why, but the happy face with a bullet in its head just fits the vibe.

[palmolli]

Something is wrong with Sun. (Sky's Zelda)

Okay... so this is lowkey highkey far-fetched and a wee bit stupid... but I'm posting anyway because free will and uh... for fun.

These two pages are what sparked this dumb theory. You'd expect Sky and Sun to be exchanging letters regularly given their CLEAR attachment issues.

(Evidence of the attachment issues)

That's not "young love", Time. It is trauma. I doubt that was hyperbole given the crap Sky did to get Sun back home during the events of his game. The two are inseparable, basically two halves of one whole. Separate them if you dare.

OH WAAAIIT. They already are!!!

So why isn't Sun sending him letters? Now, there is a possibility she HAS been sending him mail. We just haven't seen it. Or, the postman just isn't visiting Sky's era since... he doesn't exist there, and he seems to only be giving out mail to the Links in the eras he exists in. And most Skyloftians just stuff a letter in their bird's beak and send em off with a pat on the back. They have no need for a mail man they have mail birds... but STILL...

Could there be an alternative, less factual, and reasonable explanation for her lack of letters?????

Uhhhh... honestly, this is more of a fanfic idea than a theory so.... why not.

THE SHADOW KIDNAPPED HER! YES! UH... PLOT DEVICE!!! CUZ SHES UH... HYLIA REBORN... AND STUFF... POWER SOURCE? REVENGE? PETTINESS? SIMPLY JUST TRYING TO BAIT SKY?!?!?!?!?

anyways... this is... so stupid... but... whatever. I've actually been really drained recently, so... no art... no writing... sorry. I needed to post like... SOMETHING. (yes, I posted that Hylia drawing, but I posted it a few days after drawing it) my creativity is gone, and all my writing drafts are so cheeks 💔 so.. eat up... I guess.... sigh MY HEAD HURTS

[brain4stew]

The witches’ or Telamon’s bride, which do you desire? ( | )

I desperately need more of @angel-deadth ‘s bride reader au dude… 😞💔 I may as well continue writing from the prologue I did for that au.

Here is the prologue if you haven’t seen it already! ;

(Writers note; may be ooc, and I deeply apologise for that. The colors have some meanings by the way 😇 I’ll put them in the comments ofc).

As you sleep, you get this dream, that you cannot recall. All you see is a blur, but you can tell that something, or, someone, is trying to talk to you.

You think you questioned them, but you do not remember, as it was all a blur, and you could not hear anything. It was all just… Static.

All of a sudden, the scenery changes, it is still a blur, and the static is still there. But the scenery… Is not what you expected to see. It is like a nightmare.

You vaguely recall something, however. A glowing sword, almost entirely made out of light. But, there’s red on it. And when you blink, the one holding the sword has changed to something, someone more terrifying, as the sword too has changed.

.

.

.

You wake up in cold sweat, immediately panting for air, like it’s your last. You look at your clock on your bedside table. 3:27. You groan in frustration. You don’t want to be too exhausted to not focus more on their wedding with you!

You shift a bit in your bed, before you spot the feather from your wedding dress. You lift a brow at that, confused on why it is on your bed instead of in that plastic bag with your dress in it.

You pick up the feather carefully, you don’t notice when the feather somehow flinches at your touch. You examine the feather for a bit, before you decide to just, put it on yiur bedside table for now.

You shift in your bed again for a while, getting comfortable, and dozing off again.

.

.

.

He watches your dream, and your little so called nightmare. He finds it cute, and adorable how a mortal like you, can have him head over heels…

He watches as you’ve awoken due to the nightmare. Watching every breath you take as a way to calm yourself down. How… Interesting—

His wings flutter and a shiver runs down his spine. He blinks in shock and confusion for a moment, before he glances at you… His face flushed, as he realises why he got that sudden shiver.

“…You’re going to be the death of me I fear… My dear bride…”

He murmurs to himself, his wings fluttering from time to time, as he watches you for a while as you sleep.

.

.

.

They felt weird, a weird shiver running down their spine, as they were just checking in on the beasts. (Ik the witches don’t check up on the beasts, but this witch, does.)

Was it something horrible that happened? Couldn’t be. Did one of their creations get destroyed? No, they would’ve been notified of it somehow.

But, it did feel like… They got stabbed and killed by something, or someone…

They shrug it off, and go back to what they were previously doing.

(This was a bit short, bc I’m tired af, it’s legit 2:20 for me lol, anyway gn, I’ll prob post more for this au, idk. 🤭)

[givetomurasomechapstick]

Random Period Headcanons ♥ 🩸💔

Boy, cramps suck.

Notes: MHA X Reader. Maybe short and not too much characters because of my own pain never mind, Fem!Reader, ngl I had fun making it tho. Reader is referred to 'you'. I guess it could be PG if you don't know about female anatomy.

Remember that this is all my opinion! You can feel free to think how you like!

INCLUDES: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari

Izuku

Okay, first things first, Izuku did know about menstruation cycles. He just never delt with someone having it first hand.

Sure he knew about the blo0d, the mood swings, the cramps, what you need, all that stuff.

May or may not have a notebook filled with all your period needs. Maybe like your favorite chocolate and favorite pad brands, when it'll come, etc.

If you get your period and your out of pads and ask him to get some, make sure you specify exactly what you want. Or else he'll have two packs of every kind of pad in sight at he store.

Extremely careful about what he says to you. He has heard about mood swings before and doesn't want to deal with it.

Try not to get emotional and cry because he'll 1000% join you. He won't even know what your crying about.

Cuddles cuddles cuddles

I feel like he does more psychical affection, so get ready for lots of hugs.

If you get clingy it's fine by him...

...Unless your dragging him down. That might be a problem.

Katsuki

Yes, he knows what a period is. But just like Deku, I don't think he's ever delt with it first hand.

You're probably thinking I'll say 'He will be careful about what he says to you', well your WRONG. You better watch your tongue with him, mood swings or not.

Its almost scary how he always knows your going to get it as soon as it comes.

If you want something, get it yourself... Unless you start crying. He's considering running out to the store to by every. single. thing. you want.

If something happens where you don't have pads and you ask him to get some, he literally got every kind in sight. He doesn't care if you said you don't need it all or not.

Good thing the money was from your account 😃😃😃

Just kidding!

Crying? Get ready for OOC Bakugo affection. Maybe he'll offer to go to his dorm and turn on your favorite movie.

Unless it's a drama.

He swears on his mother he'll never turn on a drama movie during your period. Because he's already made that mistake.

But if you are clingy,

"GET THE **** OFF OF ME!!!"

In a nutshell I just explained the definition of chaos.

And maybe, just maybe he'll let you pull on his sleeve and follow him around like a lost puppy.

Shoto

"You're on your what?"

Doesn't even know what a period is. Try to explain it to him.

Also keep tabs on your moodswings while your explaining, he will 100% think something bad happened when he wasn't looking...

Or you're upset because of your tummy.

Maybe both *shrugs*

Explained to him or not, he's still confused why your so emotional, the anger kind or/and the sad kind.

After he gets the hang of it, he'll start writing down when it comes and has a ton of pads just... Stored away... Somewhere...

Buying everything and anything you ask for.

I mean, he can even get you that new 2026 phone you've been wanting (Endeavor's credit card will be getting a beating-)

Tell him which kind of pads you like/need PLEASE. He would just stand there in the aisle eyeing all the brands like one of them will jump off the shelf and be the one you want.

If you are crying, even if it's over nothing, he starts questioning and interrogating you. To figure out who and what bothered you.

Clingy? No problem . It doesn't really bother him if you pull on him or not. But if you start getting aggressive, he draws the line.

Ejiro

I honestly don't know who's better. Kirishima or Deku.

Yes he knows but it was like a myth in the back of his head since he never delt with someone who had it before.

And of course, a man is supposed to know when his girl is going through menstruation.

Wake up and it's the day your supposed to get it? Hey what're those chocolates doing on your counter...? (Spoiler alert! It was him! *Continues to Disney point towards Kirishima*)

Deals with moodswings like a Chad. Don't ask me how or where he learned to do it.

Need pads? Don't have any? You don't even need to step outside. Actually, neither does he. He always prepared for your period so his bathroom has a hidden stash of your favorite pads just waiting for you.

Very good with calming you down, angry or sad. Like I said, Chad of moodswings.

Also loves psychical affection. Definitely more than Deku.

And enjoys it if you are clingy to him. He doesn't mind and hey, he thinks it's kinda cute.

Denki

Another one who doesn't know what a period is.

Actually gets freaked out when you tell him what happens.

Five minutes of avoidance and he's back to his clingy self.

But he tries but never remembers when you're suppose get your period. He always says he knows even if he doesn't tho.

Absolutely just spoils you. Would buy to world for you if you asked. (We just gotta make sure he has the money...)

You cry or get angry at him? He thinks you hate him. No like, seriously. He doesn't even know (or remember if you told him) what moodswings are.

He doesn't even know what pads are. But after you explain, he's like "So that's what those things were!" (When you pass by the health products section and always see pads but never know what they are)

Actually just terrible at dealing with moodswings. Like, below zero.

He enjoys it if your clingy. He likes feeling like the center of attention from a girl-

[xiwatchthemoon]

missed you

pairing : shen xinghui/xavier x mc/reader. i’ll be using female anatomy, my apologies 😔

warnings : 18+ fic, minors do not interact. please. use of “starlight” and “love” as pet names. pussy eating, p in v sex. rough OOC xavier (fr xavier would never act mean like this). praise.

background : he’s a needy boyfriend after a mission.

word count : 1.87k words

AN : first full on smut i’ve ever published somewhere. probably have WIPs on like my old/new wattpad but i lwk don’t wanna remember them 💔 very probable this will not be my best work but i’ll try to keep xavier in character. if anyone reads this, ty for giving this a chance 🙏

it’s been busy in linkon city these last few weeks. many wanderer attacks have taken place and the unicorns team has been dispatched often to keep the hordes of wanderers under control. while you have been teamed up with tara exceptionally, your usual partner has been sent on another solo mission.

obviously, his strength as “lumière” is a much needed contribution to keeping the wanderer attacks under control. without lumière, linkon would’ve been in ruins by now. and that, years ago. it’s not surprising captain jenna has sent him by himself to take care of some no-hunt zones.

you, however, missed the person behind the lumière persona. your dear boyfriend and partner, xavier, was continuously away from home. he casually dropped by his own apartment some days to take power naps and return to work shortly after, but never stopped by your apartment. you actually put more pressure on yourself to clear the wanderers so you can have him home faster.

after the whole team got rid of the spawning wanderers, you finally had two days off. captain jenna let you rest for these two days and had someone cover your work for the time being. you gratefully accepted this offer and hoped to finally get time and recharge with your dear boyfriend. the moment he was finally off duty, he teleported to your apartment and fell in your arms.

“you didn’t even bother taking the stairs? i’m just a floor under you,” you say softly, running your fingers through his hair and untangling it. you can feel him nodding against your neck.

“i wanted to see you. i missed you,” he admits. you chuckle at his vulnerability. it was very adorable, and you were reassured to know your feelings weren’t one sided. “i missed you too, xavier.”

he nuzzles his head in your neck and, as you both start to relax, you feel his hand sliding under your shirt and kneading the skin of your waist. a little gasp leaves your mouth as you stare at him, surprised. “what are you doing?”

he chuckles and his hands trail up higher, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his own. “isn’t it obvious? i missed you. i need to feel you. it’s been so long…” he trails off sleepily, his head buried in the crook of your neck. his hands stop right under to breasts, gently drawing circles on your skin. he starts kissing your neck, small pecks that eventually become more desperate, more passionate. you bite your bottom lip to keep small moans from leaving your mouth already.

“i thought you were tired. shouldn’t you sleep instead?” you tease him sarcastically, one hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing it. he doesn’t answer, too preoccupied to make you feel good. his lips trail up your neck, reaching your jaw as he lightly sucks on it. he kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, until his lips finally land on yours.

at first, he is gentle. your hands grab his cheeks, leaning into his touch as the kiss continues. but the moment you pull back to catch your breath, he immediately kisses you back, turning more passionate and almost aggressive. his tongue pries itself into your mouth, battling against yours. his hands slip under your bra and his fingers toy with your nipples, desperate to hear a single sound come out of your mouth. your mind is hazy, feeling yourself grow wetter at his touch. how pathetic, you were already so aroused and he practically didn’t touch you yet. after that kiss that seemed to last an eternity, you let out a small moan, and xavier stares at you with a smirk on his face.

“good girl,” he praises you, his hand stroking your messy, undone hair. “keep making these sounds for me, okay? you sound beautiful.”

he raises your shirt over your head and throws it to the other side of the room. his lips lock onto your erected nipples, sucking on them one at a time. seeing them all red and swollen for him was wonderful. he wanted to make you feel good. he needed you to come undone with his touch, and his alone.

“x-xavier, you-“ you cant finish your sentence as he dips a hand under your pants, stroking your wet, clothed sex. every time his fingers brush against your sensitive clit, you cant keep yourself from shuddering, a mess under his touch. “feel so good, need you inside me. please,” you beg. he looks at your sternly, his eyes darker and more serious than when he introduced himself into your apartment.

“you need me? you need my cock?” you nod desperately, body jerking as his fingers tug the band of your panties teasingly. “then beg for it, starlight.”

he releases the band of your underwear to remove your sweatpants first. when he sees your legs, he immediately gets on his knees and trails kisses up your calves, to your knees, to your thighs. he looks up at you, his eyes expectant. “cant beg? then i’ll have to take this matter into my own hands.”

his fingers tug the band of your panties and slides them off your thighs. he pries your legs apart and holds them still as his head dives into your fold. the moment his hot tongue is in contact with your wet pussy, you twitch, legs struggling to stay open.

“so wet for me already… hm, you really needed this, didn’t you?” he whispers as he leans back from your cunt, staring up at you. when he notices you can’t hold your gaze on him, he scoffs. “look at me, love. look at who is making you feel so good.”

his tongue circles around your clit and suckles on it, enjoying the feeling of your hips grinding it his face. he decides to delve into your folds, reaching places you can’t by yourself. and oh, did he love how good you taste. he could feed on your essence for hours and he would want more. his thumb circles as he eats you out, his groans muffled by your cunt. he started grinding his hips on the edge of the couch as he felt more and more aroused, his erection straining in his pants. you, too, kept grinding your hips on his face, riding it.

“m’gonna cum,” you whisper, your words cut off by your desperate moans. it doesn’t take long before you cum on his face, your juices coating it. he keeps eating you out through it, lapping up at your insides until your body finally relaxes. he could see your eyes closing and grabbed your jaw, squeezing it.

“didn’t you forget something?” he asks while tilting your jaw to look at him. your words come out in a jumbled, incoherent mess. you struggle to look at him, feeling already overstimulated after your orgasm. he only sighs and unbuckles his belt.

“i’m not done with you, starlight,” he whispers next to your ear, throwing his belt away once he sees unbuckled it. he opens the zipper of his pants and you see his straining erection his boxers. he grabs your jaw again and tilts it to face him. “my face is here, love.”

“p-please, xavier… i need you,” you finally manage to whisper, his eyes boring into yours. you see a slight, proud smile on his face and he releases his hold on your jaw, only stroking your cheek. “hmm, you’re actually in a better state than i thought you’d be.”

he chuckles, kissing your cheek as he slides down his pants and boxers to let his cock spring free. “maybe i’ll be gentle so you aren’t completely wasted tomorrow,” xavier says calmly, his hand on the hilt of his cock, precum already glistening on his tip. “or maybe i should just fuck you dumb? you usually like that,” he adds, his warm breath on your neck. you make small nods and he smiles, his cock teasing and circling around your entrance.

“p-please fill me up,” you whimper. he honours your wishes, but does it slowly. his cock keeps teasing your entrance while his fingers pinch your nipples. he keeps whispering praise in your ear before gently settling inside you. your walls instinctively clench around him as he first bottoms himself inside you, which incites a whimper from him.

“i missed this… oh, you’re perfect, love,” he whimpers with shaky breath, nipping at your neck as he starts thrusting in and out of your cunt. “m-more, please,” you ask, and you feel him smile against your neck. “such a good girl. i’ll give you more.”

xavier keeps sucking at your neck, his hands settled on your breasts and he starts rutting into you, his cock reaching places you weren’t able to reach on your own. his length was perfect inside of you, pulsing from inside you as his lips landed on yours, tongue battling against yours.

your hand reaches behind his head, passing your fingers through his hair while he keeps rutting into you, his pace getting rougher and faster. the knot in your stomach forms once again and your legs quiver as you grind your hips against his own. you tug back on his hair to stop the kiss. “i’m gonna come- ugh, gonna come soon,” you whisper. a whimper comes out of his mouth, his cheeks flushed red. his cock pounds your insides, your eyes couldn’t help but roll back.

“y-you’re so hot when you pull my hair like that- fuck!” he whimpers against your lips before kissing you again like he’s starved. your moans slipped from your mouth despite his lips as you felt your climax approaching sooner than later.

“i’m gonna come too, ugh…” he adds, pulling back from the kiss and staring at your beautiful, flushed face. “you can hold it, starlight. for me?” he pleads, puppy eyes making him seem almost innocent as opposed to his cock abusing your pussy. “i know you can. you’re so good, so perfect…”

at his praise, you tried holding back, but it only spurred you on more. “i love your pussy. i love you. you’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered to you. you finally came, your slick juices coating his cock generously as he finally bottoms inside you one last time, long and thick spurts of hot seed filling you deep. he buried his dick inside you as you both recovered from your combined orgasm. he holds you close to him, breathing in your scent which he could never get enough of.

“i didn’t even get to ask you how your mission went,” you mention, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“why would you want to know what lumière was up to?” he retorts in annoyance.

“because lumière is cool! i like learning more about him,” you say, obviously waiting for a reaction. after seeing him pout, you decide to give it up. “i know he can’t compete with my dear boyfriend though.”

“that’s not good enough for an apology.”

“i’ll let you borrow my electric stove then.”

xavier smiles and nuzzles his head against your neck, leaning into you. “i really love you.”

“i love you too, xavier.”

AN (2.0) : i sure do hope no one irl associates me with this blog. if someone knows me, please pretend this never existed and ily<3. i cant be shamed more than i am actually. btw did not proofread and wrote this within 3 days (it shows) so quality sucks i’m sorry. finals are shit.

★no reposts ! please give credits to xiwatchthemoon★

[yandere-yearnings]

*zombie noise* uuurghhhh.. Titties.. Man titties.. My sickness can only be cured if I am able to suck on some man titties 🧟‍♀️

AUUUGgGgGg My aching hands can only be remedied with a dose of squeezing chesticles various times a day 💀💀

nonnie the way i got war flashbacks reading the word chesticles😭💔 i believe this was in reference to this ask so today it's sun's turn to be reduced to an absolute mess🥰 i'm sorry this took so long to get to btw and also that the writing is largely shit, dar has not been vv good at this lately😔

NSFW under the cut!

“You’re being forward,” Sun laughed, bright-eyed, “hard day?”

“Very.” You stressed, leaning into him, finding solace in the softness of his shirt. His calves brushed against your lower back, drawing you between his thighs.

Sun's hands flicked up, fingers pressing to your scalp and massaging gently. Tenderly, to the shell of your ear, he hummed, “anything I can do to make it better?” 

Blinking at his innocent question, you couldn’t help but grin. Your arms stretched to either side of him, caging him all the more across the counter he was sitting on. “I can think of a few,” you whispered, revelling in the little exhale you received in response, “namely…”

“Y/N.”

“These.” You groped his chest with a happy tilt to your head. “They’re there for a reason, right?”

Sun groaned, curling into you to hide his obvious blush. “Not for you to… play with…”

“Why not?” you teased, feeling your neck heat from where he rested against it. “You didn’t have a problem with it last night. You begged me to touch them more actually, don't you remember? Crying so prettily, saying-”

“That’s enough!” He covered your mouth, pushing you slightly with a shaky grip on your shoulder. Red-faced and refusing to meet your gaze, Sun was the perfect picture of adorable. “If it’ll make you feel better, you know-” he paused, getting quieter, “you know I’m yours so… do whatever. Please, just stop embarrassing me.”

“Me? Embarrassing you?” You gasped, ever playful and swooping in to nip his cheek. “I would never.”

“Y/N,” Sun said again, this time whining, “you’re literally doing it right now!” He swatted at you lightly, but your energy was not lost on him, not in the giggle that preceded your pinning him down.

“Well, hello there,” you mumbled, attention completely focused on the expanse of skin exposed to you now that his top had ridden up.

Sun kicked you, half-hearted. “Don’t talk to it.”

“Sorry.” The both of you knew you weren’t sorry at all. Your thumb had already found its home, kissing into the flesh layered above his sternum, tracing the shadows cast.

Sun arched into it, and suddenly, every move you made became weighted.

Muscle beneath fat, driving your digits in until there was no more give, clawing, kneading, feeling his pulse soar — kisses trapped within his ribs that you knew his heart desperately wanted to send your way. How could you call yourself his lover if you didn’t reciprocate?

Saliva dripped, and your tongue followed, laving into cushioned tissue. You could get addicted to the taste of him, to the gasp and coil that brought you even closer. “Does it feel good, baby?” you mouthed around his nipple, relishing in his shiver.

“Good, so good,” Sun whined, breathless, writhing. “Don’t stop.”

“Who’s being forward now?” your teeth sank in, nothing akin to a light bite. “You can’t be giving me mixed signals like this Sun, you were so shy earlier…”

“Sorry,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you. Please.”

Tears on his lashline when you pulled away. Your palms squeezed his pecs, let the pressure run down his entire body when they trailed to grasp his hips. Sun bit his lips to muffle his sounds, and you undid them with your own. “Tell me then,” you coaxed, “what do you want?”

“Bed.”

“Okay.” You caressed his face, and his turning to nuzzle into it was all you needed to forget about the stress you’d been feeling prior. "Bed," you repeated. "Bed sounds good.”