#fuck drawing full bodies rn LOL

[synchlora]

me when the homosexual punk vampire freaks

[heatobrienswife]

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[electrozeistyking]

I am so incredibly curious about N and Uzi before…. N had to kill her…

What was life like as a married drone couple? How did they do their wedding? How awkward was the conversation about having a kid?

I’m also curious about V in this AU, what are her thoughts on all that’s going on… N killing Uzi, N having a kid, N being fricken’ depressed… She was a broken individual in the canon, is she still just as broken here? Has she healed from all that the solver’s but her through?

sorry for the many questions, but as an obsessive individual you have crafted the perfect thing for me to obsess over and i am dying for more content lol.

p.s. are there more fics to come? Ik ya only have the one prologue rn, are more chapters on their way?

Hey, no need to apologize for being curious! I quite like the amount of questions! Tells me you're interested in the AU, y'know? Anyway, let me dig up some old notes!

These aren't the full notes, though. A lot was cut, especially if they involved spoilers and/or if they made this go on for too long.

Everything was as fine as it could possibly be on this frozen, toxic exoplanet. Hell, this stretch of fine-ness went on long enough that one of them decided to propose to the other.

And by one of them, I mean Uzi. 

This is based on some observations (aka the hand holding thing in Episode 6), but N was a major fucking dork when V asked him if he was thinking about proposing to Uzi — y’know, saying things like “I don’t know if I should” and “maybe she doesn’t want to go that far” and “maybe we’re fine as is?”

Then meanwhile Uzi’s been drawing up plans on how the hell she’s going to propose to this tall ass robot.

In the end, she kinda threw it all to the wind and decided to do so with no big events or plans or anything. She kinda panicked, though, so she said “Do you wanna marry me?” instead of “Will you marry me?”

N nearly short-circuited trying to say yes. He was kind of having a “Oh my goodness, this is happening????” moment and a “OH SHE DOES WANT TO GO THAT FAR” moment at the exact same time, so something may have literally sparked.

[...] there was a funny period of time where the duo kept very suddenly realizing they’re married, like it didn’t actually sink in until that moment. 

In fact, N exclaimed “oh my goodness” and leaned against something every time it occurred to him.

Unfortunately, the good fluffy times couldn’t last forever. 

You see, one way or another, our beloved robotic dorks somehow found themselves on the topic of having a kid. The conversation itself was fine, if slightly awkward at first (what with N being unsure he’d be good at parenting, anyway). However, just as they reached the peak of “hey, would they be more disassembler or more worker” jokes, Uzi started coughing. 

Which is not normal for any kind of drone. Unless they accidentally swallow something wrong, or if the air’s a bit too thick for whatever reason, drones don’t cough for seemingly no reason. And yet, despite how odd it was, both of them tried to brush it off.

In a brilliant moment of jumping to conclusions (even if they’re the right ones), Uzi realized that The Solver was trying to take over her body.

In a panic, N tried to help any way he could, but felt like he was doing nothing in the process. Uzi just kept getting worse, and every time they landed up empty-handed, the thought he was failing her stung even more. 

V tried to help as well, out of fear over what that thing would do if It took over (and because she did think of Uzi as a friend, even if she’d never admit it to her face).

When The Solver started hijacking her body during one such search to find a way to stop It, Uzi realized it was all over for her. 

Whatever this thing was — whatever It wanted — wasn’t good. And so, in a moment of desperation and panic, she came up with a plan to destroy It. Hopefully, if everything worked in their favour, It’d be gone once and for all.

Of course, its success banked on N’s cooperation. Since V split off from the duo this time, he was the only disassembly drone who could possibly carry it out. Predictably, he tried to decline at first, seeing as the plan was to kill Uzi and destroy her core.

However, when Uzi explained that this was the only way to get rid of this fucking thing, N reluctantly agreed. Despite being incredibly painful, he brought out his laser gun (which is what I think it is, shut up) and the couple had one last heartfelt goodbye.

But then, just as N went to shoot her, the laser turned an awful shade red he’s never seen before and started malfunctioning — something that’s supposed to rarely ever happen. N panicked, calling out Uzi’s name... right before the weapon exploded.

V felt the vibrations of the explosion from where she stood and immediately rushed to N and Uzi’s location. She assumed that something went wrong, but what she saw was not what she expected.

Uzi was dead. 

There was a Fatal Error message on her visor, as clear as day. She was in multiple pieces, with a hole in her chest right where her core was supposed to be — having most likely imploded, thanks in part to The AbsoluteSolver’s weirdness.

While N was alive, his body was in rough shape. He’d been split in two due to the blast, and his chest had been cracked wide open. Judging from how dark smoke billowed from where one of his hands should’ve been, something had gone completely wrong. 

But how? There was a very small chance their weapons could malfunction, and yet... what the fuck happened?

V chose not to dwell on it too long. N’s body wasn’t regenerating on its own fast enough for some reason, and he was losing a shit ton of oil at an alarming rate. 

Fuelled by pure adrenaline, V somehow managed to carry both of N’s halves and all of Uzi’s pieces back to the Outpost.

[blackjackkent]

WIP Wednesday

No one tagged me but I've seen a few posts go by with open tags today and this is one of the things floating around for me rn. Tbh I'm posting it partly in the hope that showing a bit of it will help me be brave enough to post the full thing when it's done, lol; E-rated is new territory for me (though this snippet is tame). XD

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Karlach goes still in an instant, hearing that shift in Hector's tone. Everything stops. Her hand leaves him, her weight shifts to his side. Her shoulders jerk with hitched breath as she struggles to get control of herself. And her eyes lock onto his and stay there; their pale blue glow is almost masked by how wide her pupils are, but the ravenous desire has been replaced abruptly with concern.

“No good?” she asks softly. “I’m-- fuck. I’m sorry. Is this… not what you wanted?”

“No-- no, it’s fine--” he stammers out hastily. He reaches convulsively for her hand, pulls it to his chest as if he’s afraid the shadows around their camp are going to drag her away from him. “No,” he says, more calmly, reassured by the feeling of her palm settling over his heart. “It's good-- it's perfect. You’re perfect.”

Embarrassment floods him and he squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head away. “You’re perfect,” he repeats softly. “I just…have no idea what I’m doing, and you surprised me.”

“What? Hec…” She reaches out, cups his cheek to draw his face back towards her, to force him to meet her eyes. She reads his expression more closely for a long moment, and then her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, fuck,” she says, startled. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”

He shakes his head wordlessly. There’s nothing accusing in the words, but he’s struck with a sudden burst of fear. The way she tells it, she had a string of lovers in the city before the hells stole her away, a level of experience he couldn’t hope to match with his life of lonely nights in monastery dormitories. And there hasn’t really been time to discuss his own level of experience - or lack thereof; this all came together so fast, after so many weeks of longing…

What if she pushes him away? What if she wants someone who can make love with that same animal ferocity? What if she won't wait for his body to catch up with his heart? 

“Ever?” she asks. Her breath is starting to settle, the stuttering glow of the engine in her chest returning to a steady pulse. Despite his nakedness, her eyes have remained locked on his every moment since she drew back.

“Never…” he answers quietly.

Gods… don’t laugh at me, he thinks. His free hand, splayed out against the ground next to him, flexes nervously. 

But she doesn’t laugh. Instead she takes his face in both her hands and kisses him again. This time it’s slow, lingering, achingly gentle, a dramatic departure from the frantic need they both felt a few moments ago. He feels a deep calm spread through him from where her lips touch his. And he knows at that moment that there was never anything to fear. That  whenever he is lost, she will find him again. That he is safe in her hands.

“Lucky me,” she murmurs when the kiss breaks, and she looks down at him with a slow, playful grin. “That means I get to teach you.”

[theoutcastedartist]

Do yo have a story or au for Macaques shadow in your drawings? Because if so I hope we get to hear it and if not there’s so much potential!

OOO I INDEED DO!

There's still a lot I'm tryna figure out for the shadow (like yknow... a NAME jfhajaj)

Also my head is a mess rn so if some of the wording is weird, that's why haha ANYWAY

In my Anathema AU, it is an ancient evil that had been sealed away in the stone that Six Ears first emerges from. One that almost no one, except a handful up in heaven, know the existence of.

Since Six Eared Macaque emerged, it has been (albeit very, VERY slowly over the course of centuries) trying to take control of his body. The shadow being takes on many shapes and forms, the "Smoke Monster" is simply one of many. The entity only ever appears to macaque, unless macaque is using supposed "kaiju form"

And so is this fucking guy, who for the life of me I CANNOT figure out what his name is, besides the Demon King of Havoc referring to him in the show as "Grandpa Qian" I think (correct me if I'm wrong, I've only seen the first 14 episodes of the show 💀)

In Anathema AU, Demon King of Havoc and Grandpa Qian have no association with each other. DKH simply wants to take over the mountain that Old Chief Monkey & Macaque reside on to further spread his forces and territory (to which he succeeds in running the monkeys of the mountain and takes Six Ears as a prisoner for 700 years.)

This is the form that appears most often to Macaque. For now we'll refer to the entity as "Qian" until I either figure out a name for the entity or learn what this dude's name in particular actually is lol

Qian is manipulative and messes with Mac's head a lot, slowly chipping away at his will in hopes of making him vulnerable enough to fully possess him one day.

The color of Macaque's fur is usually a pretty good indicator of how far along Qian's possession of him is. The darker his fur is, the closer Qian is to his goal of being in full control.

At times he'll so much as twist reality in Macaque's head for his own goals. As a result, Six Ears to keep to himself a lot of the time distrusting everyone and everything around him. The only other person he ever felt comfortable being around was Old Chief Monkey, who Six Ears viewed as a grandfatherly figure.

Old Chief Monkey knew there was something up with Six Ears (yknow besides being born from a rock lol), but could never figure out what it was. Regardless, he truly cared for him as if he were his own flesh and blood. The loss of Six Ears during the DKH invasion of the mountain filled him with so much grief, which he still feels to this day.

Sun Wukong didn't even know of the entity trying to slowly possess Macaque, not during all their years of friendship, not during all their years of rivalry, and not in reconciliation did he know about it.

Before the two monkeys ever met, Macaque had long since given up on trying to get rid of Qian. Even if his resolve against Qian hadn't wavered after centinues of being in chains and scorn from both regular mortals and other demons, it's not like the shadowy entity would just let Macaque mention anything about it (at least not explicitly)

SWK had figured this entire time that Macaque's darkening fur had to do with his shadow powers growing. MK (along with his friends) believe something else is going on with our fav fruity goth monkey

...but Qian will not let go of this vessel so easily.

[penguin--person]

silly question but: does wolf alík look any different from a regular wolf? when she's fully transformed, is there anything that sets her apart, or does she just look like an average, straight up wolf?

ty for asking this actually!!! i think about this a bunch, like, what human traits alík keeps, if she can bark/howl, if a pack of wolves would accept her, etc !!! ill talk about this under cut bc its like . idk? im not sure if this is body horror ? like its not just her being a wolf , its her being a messed up wolf .. uncanny wolf up ahead!! + some blood but not that much.. also warning ur getting a much longer answer than you were probs asking for lol

so i made a little image getting into details about her mutation just now, But i do first want to show off this art that my friend blazy (@/mothssmeat - go check his art out its super swag!!!) made of her for artfight last year !! He Gets Her he gets her wolfness he gets it

check out the speedpaint !! blazy's sooo niceys for drawing such an awesome alík art ... its So good . do you see how her nose is turning into one of a wolf? but so painfully ?? so slowly that its just !! how shes tearing up, blood around her ?? god . like God. oh my goddd . and her fur !! how its growing in patches around her body, starting like wild from her head, her eyebrows combined, just like !! its growing around like mold and i find that really cool .. hehe sorry just had to fangirl about this art ofher . i dont get the chance oftne . anyway. in a more professional manner: god sorry i cant yet . oh my fucking goddd . oh my GOD !!!! just look at that . what is that thing!!! dear god!!! ok. im normal now (lying ).

look at her hands and feet. human joints should not be like that, and wolf paws do not look like that. her claws.. god just look at them. blazys art explains alíks messed up wolf situation far better than i ever could. her ears, too, are just... god, look at them!! i have to move on from this art or ill just keep saying "look at it!!" but, well. Look at it.

some of my own alík wolf art:) the first one is when shes fully transformed, but also the first ever art i did of her like that, so take it with a grain of salt, but still take it. the second is her like... in her metamorphisis era - my internet connection is kinda MEAN and EVIL right now so i can't add them rn .. ill either rb with them later or edit them into the post. for now i just put links to the images :( sorry! plus the mentioned image from before. now Onto serious business

something that alík always has, no matter form, is her human eyes - but they're not really human! their colouration is one of a wolf's, and her eyesight is also almost as good as that of one. this is messed up when she's in full wolf mode, because its really.. just, weird. can you imagine looking at a dog with human eyes? a cat? a cow? no!! because its weird!!!! shes a FREAK!! (affectionate)

another weirdo thing about her face is her teeth. hes got canine teeth, no doubt about it, but i do think she has a bit more teeth than she should have.. maybe three more... ? two more? i think the amount of teeth is not equivalent with neither the amount humans should have nor the amount wolves should have.. like 38 or smth. this doesn't change in her transformation, but her jaw and gums do! it hurts! Ouchies! it also shifts her teeth around.. tbh i wouldnt be surprised if she lost a tooth or two transforming sometime.

as you may have noticed, alík has most of her fur on her head! this is because of hair! she has a big ol' tuft of fur on her head when she's in wolf mode and it makes her look silly. depending on how far along in transition they are, their fur is like... its in blotches over their body. a tuft here, a tuft there, no fur at all someplace else... her spine gets covered in fur first. bc its like !! hair to tail:)

her limbs are weird, too. her arms are more humanoid than her legs - my friend mikey @/monstertsunami shows this wonderfully in his art of alík and their gf idk who she is i heard shes some kind of loser? ermmm what the freak🔥

oh wow it let me add an image that time Awesome!!! anyway, you can see how her feet are pretty pawsome, huh?? shes got pawpads - is that what its called for wolves? i cant find info :( - and her joints are more.. like, look at how she's standing! her ankles! everybody say thank you mikey... !!! this stays in her wolf form, in a way

in the 'mentioned image' from before, you can see - ifyou can read my handwriting lol - that there's text around her feet/paws (peets...) that says 'human hands - fucked up paws'. in the linked image 'first one' , you can see her fucked up wolf hands more clearly! thats something that ive kept. i think she could grab you, even as a wolf. she keeps her thumbs. even if they dont work as well. this makes running as a wolf difficult for her, because her fingers are very much in the way !! herr back feet are more wolf-like in her wolf mode, even twisting her hips to work better !! opposite goes for her hands, though - her arms, like.. theyre not good for wolves ! her elbow is forced into a shitty position, her shoulders are.. bad...

and, as mentioned, her nose is fucked up. the smell of blood is an intimate friend of hers 💥it like.. god, her face goes through So Much. her skull gets absolutely , like ... goddd shes definetely broken bones transforming before... her nose is like, stretched out ? idk how to explain it .. its like if you used the 'free transform' tool on it

in short, id say theres a few main things that set alík apart from a regular wolf:

human eyes

human hands (sometimes covered in fur)

teeth

body isn't always fully covered in fur (its not easy for his body to bust out ten thousand fur strands all over his body, ya know? needs resources for that to happen)

movement (can't run as well, vocal cords arent probs in the best state after her neck fucking... look at it)

smell. she smells weird. oyou dont care about that but wolves would i think

then there's like, little basic anatomy stuff, like she will Never have the proper body of a wolf . maybe if she was like, for a year as a wolf, or two, or maybe even fine her body would be like Ok were wolf now . and her bones would settle ... but this is a question of years and time she does not have. her lifespan is also all kinds of fucked up. if she wasnt being experimented on evey day of her life ever, she'd probs live until her 40s? maybe late 40s if she had a HEALTHY LIFESTYLE filled with JOY and WHIMSY!!!! but i think now she'll die like, in her pafl au, i dont think she'll make it to 35.. sad! ouppy gone

also im working on an alík thing .. + the other two .. but also alík

CANINE GIRL coming to YOUR THEATRES in SOON!!!! hehe... im not making a song thats like too much for me. i can only make music that soundgs good to me idk how to make music that others would find tolerable .. my blessing .. teehee .. ill make alík like, a page, like the tptm girls have .. nina and nastya too:) nastyas mockup page is done.. but im not showing!!! you get a sneakpeak of the text tho . ty for the ask ❤️im surprised its letting me add images now . wifis been weird all day .. u also get to see a wip of her display sona

idk what her name would be . superlative girl ? unrivalled ? irrelevant ? victorious ? precious ? vote in the comments down below!!!Ninas will be some shit like. unknown girl. apathy girl. etc ... i havent gotten to alíks display sona yet but you KNOW shes ouppy!!!!

okieee‼️‼️‼️thats it . hope ur ok with me sharing the tptm stuff .... ❤️❤️💥💥💥ty again for the ask !!!

[a-little-lostecho]

Design Concept Sketches I’ve been working on for a GN/Non-binary Trailblazer

Caelus —> ??? —> Stelle —> And two side views of our Nameless NB

My Trailblazer is officially one of the Nameless now too lol (literally has no name yet). I’m gonna do full body outfit for them too soon but that’ll take awhile and I wanna post what I have rn so :>

(Hh also I realized after that I’d accidentally given Nameless Aether’s hair which RIP me. Egg on my face. Uhm I’ll just never style his hair like Aether’s — pretend it’s unique for me pls /lhj I just didn’t know whether to give them hair in between length or longer than and this was the easiest middle ground)

this is just a lil smth I decided to do for fun bc I, as a funky little artist enby, wanted someone more of my stature (I love caeleus but he’s kinda tall and that intimidates me) and also I just generally like NB and GN mc’s, they’re nice <3 The Nameless NB will LIKELY be who I draw in the future in place of either canon Trailblazer’s for most things — but don’t quote me on that. I may just feel like doodling one of the other two for fun but we’ll see !

P.S. NO one asked but I named my Trailblazer (I keep almost sating Traveler) Shingetsu which means New moon, Heart moon, spirit perfection, or enlightenment of the mind and I’m so proud of that name for him, I love Shingetsu v much he’s a lad! I’d’ve used it for the Nameless MC but it doesn’t fit the naming conventions of Stelle and Caelus who have names of… Latin origin, I believe, while Shingetsu is Japanese.

And P.S.S I say Nameless NB a lot bc it’s catchy but I’m sticking w ambiguity for their gender - I’m always gonna use they/them (unless i fuck up) but anyone can use anything for them! And if you wanna use their design please credit me or I’ll be upset!

and have a sketchier version of the above for reading so far <3

[ezrazone]

aug 29 health and festivals update

i am not back to full health, but i feel myself emerging from the haze of the last four weeks (i'm now partially bed-bound instead of mostly bed-bound)!!!! i hope to get last month's comic and artwork orders shipped soon (with help from beloved friends) and i am incredibly grateful to everyone for their patience. i also especially want to thank every person who contributed to my ask for financial aid this month; it was a major relief, while i was too sick to stand to brush my teeth, to not also freak out about affording groceries. it was a great sadness to miss out on the last month of my cartoonist coop campaign, but i am also thankful for all of the support i did receive while i could think about work. i don't know what my health means for the future of jeremy comic yet, but i am also no longer in a rush to find certainty. not being able to draw for nearly a month has fucking sucked!!!!!!!!! but coming to terms with being disabled is changing me and my relationship to my work for the better. news for friends who attend comic fests: 1) the darling of my entire fucking heart and comics genius @hirosemaryhello is bringing a terrified child played by jeremy strong part one to her stacked SPX table on sept 9th. you will be able to purchase a copy from her but mainly enjoy her contribution to the second issue of datura zine and her fucking beautiful poetry book from silver sprocket. rosemary's enduring faith in me and my work is the lifeblood of jeremy comic and if u love my comics u should go shake rosemary's hand at SPX in a professional manner 2) that SAME WEEKEND (sept 10th) jeremy comic 1 will also be at MILK in milwaukee, thanks to the generosity of the organizers hannah & hali (and hannah's mom for driving my comics over from minneapolis lol). you can pick up a jeremy at their table, or find a copy at lionstooth in mke if you miss the show! 3) lovely friends (uncertain rn whose table it will actually be at) are also bringing jeremy to A2CAF in ann arbor on october 2nd!!!! second chance to shake rosemary's hand. do not miss it. these are a few of the events i know about for sure!!!!! now my body and brain is gonna stop working for another hour. i'm kissing you through the blog

[camo1000le]

Give us your Oweddy thoughts!!! I love your art of them so much I want to hear your thoughts <3

Awww tysm 🥺💞 I love drawing them, to the point I'm geniunely worried

I have a lot of specific hcs about them (mostly because I'm slowly stealing them to turn them into OCs for... something) so here's a little rundown in their story! (Let's hope it's actually little!!)

AKA long post weird AU you released a beast (me infodumping)

When they're tiny:

They met when they're 12 at their new school: Owynn moved because of bullying (the kids used to make fun of him bc he was tall/redhead/has heterocromia and even cut his hair, that's why he has it very short now) and Freddy moved to a whole new country (from Spain to wherever fhs happens). Freddy is Mexican while Owynn's dad is swedish (he was not born there)

They find eachother to be very weird but share many tastes and life events, like the bullying and missing a parent (Owynn is more direct and likes to insult his mom while Freddy doesn't talk abt it- Ow didn't even knew he had an adoptive dad).

They form a music duo for the spring event, since they were such good friends maybe they could work together well! Also Freddy acts kinda weird and sometimes forgets they have rehearsals after-hours but it doesn't matter bc he says sorry and he's cute!!

There's a whole drama with Owynn's parents in the middle of that but i wont bore you with that (unless you want me to)

Anyways the event happens Owynn can't come in time so Freddy goes alone and he wins but ow feels betrayed and blah blah blah they're enemies now and he hates Freddy (a 12 years old kid with a lot of mental troubles for that age)

Bc yes Fred is there but Owynn ofc didn't know, even if he actually talked very often with him too. In fact is kinda his fault Fred makes fun of Freddy so much (He's mad he lost his only best friend 🥺)

(Guess who remembers the rehearsals and the songs and owen cursing his mom)

Middle part where we watch Owynn go insane:

Literally. They kinda hate everyone but their dad now.

Moved school again, classmate with Abby and company actually! (Tho y'know abby she's... insane) so they don't talk. Also the Nightmares used to live closer to that school so they bullied him there until Owynn broke all of Onnie's teeth.

They meet Ttrap too: he's older in my AU (while ow is 15 he would be 17), he tries to get Owynn to therapy bc it's really fucking weird/sad he only talks abt Freddy or abt how much they dislike themself so. Yeah. He succeds and Owynn gets... to move schools again, yay!!

Ow starts developing schizoprenia, doesn't get the diagnosis until very later. (Prodomal stage/negative symptoms rn)

Also kinda starts discovering himself (being gay/nonbinary, doesn't really ditch the he/him pronouns until much later). Also dyes their hair purple

I don't have recent drawings of cringy sad 15y/o owen

What would equal the 1st season of the series:

Freddy moves to the HS and says his funny discourse (qué? Que quién soy yo? 🤓) Who would've though a certain kid that hates him was there to see it and died right there.

After realizing they share classroom Owynn pressures Ttrap into changing them to another one, hides his freckles/dyes his hair a darker color/uses normal glasses to not be recognized. Explaining his absence from the 1st season /j

So we have time to look at Freddy. He's struggling, Fred is being annoying; they explode at the camp where Freddy bumps into Owen who tells him to fuck off and never talk to them bc they hate him and Freddy says: "who are you?" to them. :D

Fred facepalms and takes control of the body.

Owynn develops his plan to destroy Freddy's band or whatever. Also dyes his hair again.

2nd season!!

And Owynn is in full delusional mode. The whole 'boss' thing is Eak and Ttrap going along with them so they can decompress lol

He does his little introduction and dumb plans to sabotage that obviously don't work at the end but they're actually very good bc he... actually does know what he's doing (making usagi & loon have trouble/separate golden from the group/the whole Toys thing)

But eventually it doesn't matter/the spring event thing happens ; Owynn gets hit by a car and breaks their arm

The secret 3rd season // last school year

Owynn goes back to lay low, gets his schizophrenia diagnosis so therapy+meds!! Good for them!

Freddy gets the therapy+meds combo too! Fred is chilling now :]

So Freddy now attempts to talk to Owynn but they run away from him to not cause him trouble anymore. And that goes for a while until they talk it out: They'll get time to talk alone, but Freddy also wants them to meet the rest of his band so they can get friends, Owynn accepts; but isn't a fan lf the idea.

Eventually they fall in love again (fall? Ow never stopped liking him honestly) and they date. But it takes a very long time to get there but they're so very lovely <3

ALSO yes Fred and Owynn also fix their relationship, they're besties again <3

[unlimitedhorsepower]

Tagged by: @thevoiceofthanatos​

Favorite color: warm bright yellow, mustard yellow & old gold, and just yellow in general. its a good colour. it makes me happy

Currently reading: idk, probably star trek fanfic my friend @rubbertplant​ was writing to give my opinion on it. i often read through my own stuff too lol, like whoah i wrote that??? ADHD has taken everything from me including my capability to read though, for real. ive been thinking of trying to listen to some audiobooks recently though, this cannot continue... its just that i also have no ears disease so idk how well that would go. determined to try though

Last song you listened to: havent been listening to music so much bc ive been playing videos instead but my last.fm has all my spotify listens so itll stay up to date on whatever i listened to last. currently seems to be “please play-bite” by pinocchioP. i often just let spotify play me whatever it recommends anyhow so theres variance. and i only started this account like a few months ago max so its not really a full picture of my music-listening

Last movie (in theaters): its not really a movie, but if it counts, the first ginga nagareboshi gin stageplay (recorded and released in finland in theaters with subs)

ginga was always huge in finland for some reason. idk. the anime is so violent though that i got really afraid of bears for some reason. theres so much blood... i never read the manga either i just knew of the anime and partook in my share of wolf roleplays (dogs were uncool! so i didnt do dog roleplays. iirc that really was my reason).

heres some funny wolves from my wolf rp days

2010. one of the first things i coloured digitally... i painstakingly cleaned the scanned pencil lineart with a mouse

2011. i had gotten my first drawing tablet as a birthday/xmas gift and practiced a ton around this time (more than just wolves lol)

Last series I watched: trigun stampede. even changed my phone bg into vash... but millions knives is probably my favourite. he just does everything wrong and makes his life worse. and everyone elses life too bc he sucks. but hes multifaceted so hes also my meow meow and whatever. i hope a ford explorer drives over him

if it counts though, ive seen some star trek TOS episodes and movies because my friends have been watching them. im not super into it but its always fun to hang. i also dont watch a lot of stuff. i dont even know what i do. guy who doesnt read or watch things but listens to jerma videos on youtube without actually looking at them while i “draw” and “write”

Craving: food honestly. i should cook something lmfao. i also want soda so bad but i dont have any. id make some tea but its disgustingly warm in my house so i only want cool drinks. could kill for a nice milkshake or a smoothie rn i think

Tea or coffee: tea... im the only finnish person who doesnt drink coffee for real. also got really into loose leaf tea bc i befriended a chinese lady who is really into tea and has a tea shop in the city near where i live

Currently working on: drawing this and trying to think how i want to do it. somehow want to incorporate flat colours and maybe shade his body naturally, and make the blood look realistic instead of flat colours... hmm not sure yet what i want to do

other than that im trying to proofread the chapter of my ryanyuri fanfic i already published because theres a lot of typos and strange sentences in there but its been a chore bc my body breaks down when it gets too warm smfh... not looking forward to when my apt goes over 30 degrees celsius it is unlivable. im also trying to complete a “lookbook” of my tnb sims. but i always start huge projects that take three million years to complete and im really slow lmfao

Tag people you’d like to get to know better: i could just ask these questions from everyone i talk on discord with. fuck my friends i know irl or otherwise, only asking people who r my friends through tumblr. no need to do this though. also this isnt probably meant to be answered so long-windedly... thats just me. i cant answer with one word i gotta write an essay. heres three tags though @basslinegrave​ @vita-divata​

(record scratch before 3rd tag) and @rubbertplant​ bc they were streaming a game in discord when i started typing this and i was like hey wanna do it and they were like yeah

i expect replies on my desk by 5pm TOMORROW!!!!get to work!!!! no i jest, do it or dont, i dont mind either way, just if you feel like doing this. if you see this and want to do it feel free to consider yourself tagged. godspeed

[chunkwaen]

so today i have did another gesture drawing, and the basic female body construction offered by marc! he said to take 5 minutes to do the gesture drawing, but ive been doing 2 minute ones for a full month and now i have absolutely no idea what im supposed to be doing for the extra 3 minutes lol

also the workload seems really light rn so i think ill pump it up and do some of the “one of these” things a bunch of times,, the head painting thing looks hard ARF 

i mean as fuck not bark barkbarkbarkarkwoo woof brk wof

[lambentplume]

alright i’m literally going to save this for when i go see my therapist again so um. no one needs to read or respond at all i just can’t sit up or grip a pencil rn so i’m laying in bed writing this. lol. please god i hope readmore works i am so sorry

it’s getting really dire out here. so i work part time at a cafe which is dying due to managerial neglect/chronic overstaffing/being under resourced and that pays me $12/hr plus tips. i’m still recovering from the time our espresso machine (which is. a major source of appeal for a fucking espresso based cafe) broke… the job that USUALLY ensures i have enough to live is now not enough. i also have two internships that total 25 hours per week and they’re both in separate but not unrelated fields that i’m Thinking about going into. both of which are relatively easier on my body and i like the work so far.

the issue is that i’ve been in my head for SO LONG about what kind of job i should be working. i was going to have a full spiral earlier today but thank god the shift ended lol. bc my coworker is a polisci/ethnic studies major, we were talking about positionality and the ways that academia, eapecially the western idea of “social sciences” (which is . what i study) exploita the communities it studies when not done with careful critical or community-based methodology. and as someone who wants to potentially join investigators studying the social ramifications of labor done in the specific context that i grew up in, from a worker’s and also generational and also academic jargon perspective (side note: i genuinely think there is a case for connecting the modern exploitative tourist hospitality industry to underserved communities’ ability to seek help and thrive like STRUCTURALLY in terms of the way these schedules are fucking built) i’m kind of… working my way up the ladder. learning research methodologies by doing that ground-level work and pushing paper for the PIs who actually do the Cool Work. AND ALSO STILL WORKING ON MY BACHELORS WHILE BEING A RENT PAYER … i also finally admitted to this coworker that i dropped out of the US east coast PWI i went to in order to come home bc i couldn’t handle it socially and i feel like. being a poc who has living relatives who worked on plantations and who is CONSTANTLY reminded that i have far more privilege than i could ever grasp etc is making me feel a little insane. like my dad Doesn’t talk to me about it because he does Not feel like articulating it and i’m Never going to understand which is true. like i will Never Understand. i should be a bit happier that the internships are paying me more just to sit and do brainwork instead of busting ass and people pleasing all day but i’m so afraid. of . being . incompetent. that i just work because i’m happy to work i need to feel useful i need everything to add up so bad. i need more than one full day off from responsibilities but i can’t afford it. i’m going to fall behind and not be good at anything and forget big theses if i can’t even pay rent. like what IS the point!! other more eloquent and better-equipped and driven people who know what they want should have it! i will just shrink my presence until i shrivel away!!!!!!!! god.

and then i feel the need to legitimize my hobbies and interests like bro 😭😭😭 who fucking cares if i miss the OT 5th anny people are drawing pieces bc they feel like it!!!

this is WHY i can’t chase clout this is why i didn’t go to risd this is why i dropped out of brown. so why am i still attached to the idea that i need to be institutionally validated (THERE IS MONEY IN INSTITUTIONAL VALIDATION. END UNDERPAYMENT I WANT TO KERMIT!!!!)

[punkscowardschampions]

Casey & Janis Pt.6

Janis: [‘you think you can take my whole hand, Case?’ tracing our remaining fingers around your hole ‘I take all your dick, don’t I’ moving like you’re in fast forward it’s so uninhibited and out of control]

Casey: [‘it’s not up to me’ cos gotta echo what she just said however impossible speaking seems to be atm ‘to do owt but keep up with you anyway’ cos so proud of her for taking all this all the time truly]

Janis: [kissing you like it’s a first kiss to directly contrast the fact we’re pushing more fingers inside you and riding your dick so aggressively it’s ridiculous ‘you’ve always kept up with me, there’s never been any doubt’]

Casey: [his levels of determination to see this through and not die before she’s done getting her whole hand up there are actually adorable despite the feralness of everything else always, god bless you, boy, we stan you looking so cute whilst being so hot at the same time]

Janis: [stroking his red cheeks so tenderly like we aren’t fist fucking you whilst you fuck us, moaning ‘you should see how good you’re doing’ because we’re so impressed honestly ‘do whatever you need to me to make you cum, please’]

Casey: [how she sounds on that moan as well as what she says getting to him SO much that he has to kiss her with a mouthful of blood because of how hard he’s bitten his tongue about it to try and keep this going forever]

Janis: [when you have to let this blood run down your throat to make you gag into this kiss because nothing else will do when you’re this far gone, yet these kisses are so soft and also on your bitten tongue ‘cos must comfort you whilst still v much carrying on the antics ‘you’re throbbing, I can feel how much you need to explode’]

Casey: [he will HAVE TO because she did so many of his fave things into that kiss, aside from the fact these antics are very much still going on, and that she literally gave him full permission to at the end there, how could he not, he’s only human]

Janis: [the way we’re expanding all of our fingers as wide as we can inside you when you do, losing all control of the rest of our body as you cum inside us because of course it’s making us cum, spilling some of this blood from our mouth down our chest and onto our stomach and yours]

Casey: [we always say this but I genuinely don’t know how y’all are recovering from that, gonna be here dead for a WHILE, nevertheless will be drawing a heart with his finger in some of that blood on her whilst y’all are recovering]

Janis: [truly we’re so dead and that has just ended us again, not us using your own cum to draw one on you back]

Casey: [who else would find that the most romantic gesture ever if not this boy, y’all are fated and how he’s looking at and smiling at her is adorable]

Janis: [‘put a million babies in me’ then doing a stupid smile because we can’t think of any clever or emotional enough way to say how much we love you rn, we’re too dead]

Casey: [‘I dunno how you’ve not worked it out yourself, mate, but that’s not how babies get made’ cos can’t resist the bants ever lol]

Janis: [‘keep trying ‘til we get it right’ nudging you with our head like shh]

Casey: [‘okay’ so soft and affectionate and in love]

Janis: [‘okay’ with the happiest of sighs]

Casey: [so glad y’all are the opposite of squeamish because it’d be a miracle if there wasn’t some actual poo floating in this bath as if baby me had appeared ready to blame Trace for the antics, and y’all are in no position to be getting out of here quick and in horror]

Janis: [lmao oh boo, you do amuse me, the way neither of you would even bat an eyelid is iconic tbh]

Casey: [gonna be amazing parents because there’s nothing capable of grossing them out]

Janis: [literally, god bless, not going to rush you but you will need to get out of this bath eventually, just looking at you like oh boy, because the state we’re both in now]

Casey: [let it start to go cold again and you can then when one of you shivers or something, for now, just chilling, trying to go back to breathing in a way that isn’t totally insane, looking at the girl he loves like the non verbal equivalent of the softest hey whilst also doing the checks that she’s okay and he didn’t hurt her more than either of y’all would want]

Janis: [just doing a tiny nod that makes us do the hoarsest laugh of all time ‘I’m so good’ sounding like a brag but not unwarranted anyway, just attempting to relax all his muscles and not get distracted by how hot he is]

Casey: [doing his own nod and a blush cos not over how good she was, to the extent that he has to bury his face and listen to her heartbeat because not okay with the reminders his mind is throwing at him happening this soon]

Janis: [just cuddling him, also trying not to remember suffocating him with our boob, failing but at least not repeating what we’re reminiscing on here, making our heart thud even more]

Casey: [there’s no way he wouldn’t be remembering that either and how he dropped the m word not at all casually, making a quiet lil but very !! noise about it]

Janis: [shhing you but you can hear the !! in it because we don’t want to mean it ‘you can say it whenever you want, too’ because he said it about the d word so we gotta]

Casey: [‘til she gets mardy enough to haunt us’ with the exact tone you would use to express the idea of your dead mum showing up rn of all moments, v awkward of you Debbie, excuse you hun]

Janis: [‘be typical of mine to bother showing now’ like quite the party, thanks Caleb but we’re shrugging ‘it ain’t like it’s about him, beyond the issues, of course’]

Casey: [shaking his head and probably accidentally tickling her because he has not moved, cos she doesn’t have the level of daddy issues so many girls he’s slept with have]

Janis: [smoothing his hair down with some water like hey ‘it’s alright, if you’re headwrecked or you ain’t’ because let’s not start judging each other now, imagine]

Casey: [lifting his head to look at her because she knows him so well and vice versa at this point there’s nothing that needs to be said about what issues you both do or don’t have and there’s defs no judgement for any of it]

Janis: [‘I don’t care, you can take any of it back at any time’ 🤏 with it though because we have to be honest that we may be a tiny bit gutted but you know what we’re saying as well as we understand your look]

Casey: [‘I’d care, it’d bother me if I did that to you’ the unspoken but SO loud I’m not jimothy and I refuse to go back on things I’ve said and done being beyond blatant]

Janis: [‘it’s not the stuff that matters’ because entirely different if you turned around and said you didn’t want to be with us now, then we would have to kill you and die]

Casey: [‘it matters in its own right’ cos y’all spend so much time being feral how could it not if you just turned around and was like actually none of that was legit bye]

Janis: [put your hands up like okay, fair point ‘you know what I mean too’ just like doing something once doesn’t mean you got to again, of course]

Casey: [‘I get it’ cos he do, always, stroking her hair as softly as she did his not long ago ‘can’t not get you’ cos she always be making fair points herself and also he just knows her that well]

Janis: [tapping his head how we do like yeah ‘well in there by now’ because you just know each other that well and have for a long time by this point]

Casey: [‘deep as’ not making that sentence a full one cos we all know he’s referring to the feral antics without it having to be said]

Janis: [still out here making dramatic af sounds because it’s WAY too soon to be remotely over it in a physical or emotional sense tah, laying our head on your chest to hear your heartbeat instead of our own in our ears ‘you’re the fittest boy in the whole world’]

Casey: [‘can’t keep up with you at that, like’ when you’re not even insecure remotely and you don’t mean it like that, she just is the fittest and literally a model and you’re never over it]

Janis: [‘yes you can’ grumpily like you hush now ‘you’re so-‘ tutting at ourself to cut us off ‘don’t start me on that again, like’ because we’ll only get carried away and we all know it]

Casey: [amusement you can hear in his voice ‘alright’ cos you likewise know sir you’ve gotta eventually get out of this bath and she’ll have to go to the effort of re-doing his bandages thanks to how wet they got ‘gutted if you was struck off’ bad nurses bants cos you both know she’s made him feel the most better possible in the sauciest way ‘so I’ll be a top patient, promise, best you’ll ever have’]

Janis: [‘be my luck’ ‘cos you’re such a terrible patient but we’re saying it with too much love to be taken seriously about it, absentmindedly rubbing the edge of these bandages between our finger and thumb ‘you are getting much better at doing what you’re told’ flashing a quick LOOK at you because we know what we’re referring to lol]

Casey: [turning her quick LOOK into a more lingering one cos always gotta make things even more extra than they were, especially in this feral era, no notes lol]

Janis: [we’ll be here blushing ‘I-’ because don’t even know where to begin ‘should be washing you, now that you’re here’ because truly, may as well now, get this shower back and on a comfortable temperature]

Casey: [‘too right, you’ as if it’s purely all her fault, because that’s how it feels, he’s just here getting derailed constantly by everything he feels and y’all can’t get anything done except the sauciest of antics, but of course he nods when she’s gonna make the attempt like go on cos it makes sense]

Janis: [‘best behaviour all ‘round’ like I heard and I’m on board, you try lads, you really do; if you start at the bottom and work your way up, you can navigate the uninjured areas like his feet and legs first]

Casey: [the absolute spitting image of the smirking emoji like sure Jan because he has no faith in y’all not to get distracted and even less desire for that best behaviour obvs, demonstrating this by childishly kicking some water at her since they are uninjured and he can]

Janis: [😯 like how very dare you x2, tickling the bottom of the foot you are holding like I can make you behave one way or another]

Casey: [his lols because that’s such a ticklish spot bringing Chubby in from wherever he was snoozing like HELLO parents so he’s like ‘I get it, you’ll be sorted now there’s reinforcements’ as if she summoned him cos he’s a big baby and thus the big guns]

Janis: [‘he can show you how to behave, more like’ which is half a drag because he’s still a baby and not fully trained but much better than you is the vibe, hence giving this pup some love]

Casey: [not this boy just wrecking this bathroom even further because we all know he’ll just be aiming this shower head at Chubby in his mouth so he can bite it and wherever else he wants to playfully like pounce on it bub etc etc, oh the fucks he don’t give ‘what were it you was saying?’ like I’m soz I didn’t catch that over the sounds of this dog misbehaving lol]

Janis: [just watching this carnage unfurl, shaking our head like we’re so unamused but we’re blatantly unable to keep the smile off our face because Chubby is such a fool ‘you’re giving yourself a lot to live up to’ like how are we going to top this mess being made 😏]

Casey: [just unwrapping one of his many bandages and wrapping Chubby up like he’s a mummy with it, nbd, until he eventually gets them off and then starts zooming around with them like a mad fool, thus disappearing temporarily so giving him a look like oh okay bye and giving her a LOOK like where were we and let’s see]

Janis: [slowly unwrapping the rest because fresh will be necessary at this point, and really lightly touching the now exposed skin with our fingers ‘how does it feel?’ quietly, in contrast to the running water and this dog zooming in the background]

Casey: [when the way he winces, physically and the verbal equivalent, speak for him, as does the fact he’s not bothering to hide either from her ‘but I’ll be okay’ his tone making it known he means rn even because he’s got her and she is taking such good care of him, feral antics aside]

Janis: [holding the shower as far away as we can so the water that hits you isn’t too much even, but the heat from it should be nice, as well as the benefit of staying as clean as we can for the antiseptic and bandaging to be worth the effort you’re going to ‘you will be’ nodding and smiling a little when we meet your eye like it’s true and we mean it, this is shit but it will all heal, giving each area a tiny kiss as we move the water to another part of him that has been covered by bandaging]

Casey: [‘you’ll have both of us back out working soon as, you keep all that up’ as if it’s the little kisses and the little kisses only that are doing it, closing his eyes as if she’s doing so much more than she is because he isn’t used to softness yet, y’all haven’t been together long enough]

Janis: [‘no one has to know, point of a sickie, ain’t it’ like we can keep quiet how healed you are, don’t worry ‘relax’ as his eyes are closing like that’s right]

Casey: [‘longest I’ve had’s [a number of days] when [an illness I won’t commit us to because we might decide to go back and do it one day cos the era before you get together is always a fun one]’ like remember, cos who would he have let look after him even slightly if not her and smiling about whatever he’s remembering from then when she did, keeping his eyes closed cos she basically told him to therefore he must]

Janis: [being like oh yeah, now I do ‘trying to age me, even then’ ‘cos of course we would’ve been actually concerned, clearly weren’t just a cold and like you said, who else was actually going to be able to help ‘can’t get you out of Irish now but…’ like you better think this is better lmao, now being the time we’re focusing on washing your butt and the like because we do need to spend some time there making sure we didn’t hurt you and giving some TLC]

Casey: [‘never worked though, did it?’ like you’re still STUNNING it’s fine ‘and I could get myself out of Irish no bother, but…’ shoutout to that school counsellor lady who did fuck all but that, cos obviously this is better and whatever he’s remembering is clearly also a mood even if it was purely just the fact Janis obviously really cared so he therefore can’t even commit to the bants, especially not of pretending we liked her more]

Janis: [‘didn’t let me skive with you though, did you’ ‘cos I can see it now, you’d want her to, obviously, but then Jimmy would obviously want to stay home too and Casey would be FUMING like go away lol]

Casey: [‘letting you now, aren’t I?’ cos that’s the absolute TEA of how it would’ve happened, you’re so right for that my boo, so talking about making up for lost time is more of the vibe than dwelling on any of that, LOVE that you’re calling this a skive when you couldn’t possibly be more injured]

Janis: [doing a little ha like okay, true ‘I am paying for this room, like’ like who’s letting who skive really but we’re likewise getting distracted being v thorough about this clean up]

Casey: [I don’t even need to say that whatever sassy retort he thought about making isn’t happening because of how thorough she’s being rn, can only bite his lip so that he’s not once again being indecent thanks to those vivid flashbacks, we all know it]

Janis: [‘sorry’ like he’s mad about it remotely, making a big show of composing yourself like this is SUCH serious business, we all remember ‘I can take care of you without…’ prove it honestly because it’s been no time at all lmao]

Casey: [when the sorry would get to him too because the reminder pre your first hookup when you were both just pretending you were gonna sleep and trying to get comfy for it, soz boy there’s nowhere to hide, all these flashbacks happening and her literally able to see you getting turned on as it’s occurring and exactly how much you are ‘we don’t need to go without, I ain’t dying, and anyway, there’s the send off I’d be after if I were about to’]

Janis: [good thing you aren’t shy because we are just staring at you getting turned on, unrepentantly despite the sorry we gave you ‘what are you thinking about?’ because we wanna know]

Casey: [I’d have to go re-read to do it but for you sir there’s been no time and you’d remember it vividly obvs so just recount every moment from the first sorry to just before y’all actually went for it, as if you’re leaving her on a cliffhanger]

Janis: [the way we’d obviously be able to flawlessly continue that story because imprinted in our memory forever, never mind how fresh it is currently making it what your head basically defaults to]

Casey: [just here listening intently as though every word and moment isn’t likewise imprinted, getting more and more turned on by the second nbd]

Janis: [‘It’ll never not be mad to me, that I’m allowed to touch you now, whenever we like’ because what a ride from never alone basically to this, emphasising the word touch by doing just that, but with our foof so you can feel how turned on we are too to make it fair]

Casey: [‘and however’ cos y’all are into some freaky shit so that feels like an addition that needs to be tacked on like can’t believe we get to do all that, even if it’s basically fully a moan when he says it]

Janis: [‘every way’ which we sincerely mean, whether there is actually a line for y’all or not, we feel like we want to do everything it is possible to do with you]

Casey: [kissing her EXACTLY like he did the first time ever, a not at all casual perfect reenactment without even trying just cos of how vividly you were both talking and thinking about that moment]

Janis: [‘we’ve never used a condom’ because all this reminiscing has you thinking about all your many hookups by this point, clearly thrilled by this revelation, it would be a hassle how many you’d get through]

Casey: [‘can guarantee you’re already paying too much for this room’ like we’d be bankrupt if you had to start buying them as well, where’s the lie, but we all know he’s buzzing too and how unlike him that is]

Janis: [tutting like you’re telling me because this isn’t ideal but we couldn’t bear to be anywhere else ‘but you said you’d live in the car with me’ because he did]

Casey: [‘I’d live on the streets outside that crackhead pharmacy with you’ cos he would, so sincerely ‘anywhere, even my dad’s again’]

Janis: [‘he’d only allow that to have the pleasure of calling me a fatherless black slag to my face’ but we’re placing our body protectively over yours like no, you’re not going anywhere near him]

Casey: [‘I’d not allow it, I didn’t’ cos we all know how this brawl with Ian started properly and it was with him slagging Janis off so]

Janis: [‘he can think what he likes, you love me’ because we aren’t interested Ian, so soz ‘I’ll put up with worse than his to be with you’]

Casey: [‘I know you would, but you won’t have to put up with nowt from nobody, not for as long as I’m with you’ can and would fight the entire world and is promising to, nbd]

Janis: [‘you aren’t going anywhere’ playfully using our arm to pin you to this bath, not hard enough you are injured or couldn’t actually get out but you get the point ‘mine’]

Casey: [getting out of it but only so that he can give her the biggest and most dramatic hug he is able]

Janis: [hugging you back with as little concern to your injuries as we can manage because we want it to be a proper hug ‘thank you, for standing up for me even though I didn’t deserve it’]

Casey: [‘neither of us deserve his bollocks’ because deep down you know that you don’t either boy even though it goes against every instinct and everything Ian ever did to make you think you do]

Janis: [‘no one does’ with a sad noise because too real, stroking your bruised face right now]

Casey: [‘nobody else’ll have to’ looking at where baby Jac is when he says this like don’t worry gal under NO circumstances will you or anybody of your generation have to be around him ‘it stops here, with me’ cos Jimothy and Bobby severed that tie long before you did so yeah, end of the line Ian you bitch]

Janis: [pressing our forehead against yours in the most comforting manner because we know how big a deal this is for you and how much it means to us that you would even try ‘if it’s just me and you for the rest of our lives and everyone else hates me, I’d still need you and choose you’]

Casey: [‘bit rude of us to say I wouldn’t be fuming about it, what with you in exile instead of plastered on the side of a building, but you know I’d not, you heard, you’re everything I want’ cos he said that I saw it in the re-read]

Janis: [‘I’ve always been that, and you too, I can’t belong with or to anyone else’ like we have to be together, wherever and however we have to make it happen]

Casey: [‘you’re mine and I’m yours, end of’ cos yep hard agree, kissing her again as if it needs further emphasis]

Janis: [‘we were just meant to be together, end up like this’ inbetween kisses, sitting in your lap, letting the water run over you as a pair]

Casey: [doing the trying to pull her closer thing even though she can’t be ‘just like this’ and you know how it sounds because of how turned on he was and is]

Janis: [‘I’m not sorry, I’m really not, if every thing Ian said was true, I still wouldn’t be’ pulling his wrist we bit on that first time to us to see if the mark is still there]

Casey: [regardless of whether it’s faded remotely or not, putting said wrist to her mouth so she can bite it again because of course he wants her to]

Janis: [and we will because it’s necessary for you to have injuries you want and consented to, if you ask us lol, maintaining eye contact because we’re fully in our emotions recalling how far we’ve come and how we got to here]

Casey: [doing his wiping her eyes though she’s not crying move while he maintains the eye contact, to signify that he gets how she’s in her emotions and why and it’s a hard same]

Janis: [‘one day’ because he still hasn’t cried and we feel like we’ve never cried so much in our entire life as we have since this entire situation, busying ourself licking the trail of blood going from his wrist to his elbow, so you can be extra about how you look doing that]

Casey: [literally does not blink the entire time she’s doing that, even though big blinks are as close as he can get to crying and he’d love to give her that but soz we can’t miss a second here, until he pulls her into a kiss to taste the blood obvs, close your eyes then please hun, we know y’all don’t always and it’s unsettling]

Janis: [just happily coating every corner of your mouth in your blood with our tongue right now, taking it very seriously like if you want a taste you’ll get a taste, baby ‘I ain’t gonna bleed for ages’ thinking about the period you aren’t having and won’t probably until you’re done breastfeeding Jameson lowkey]

Casey: [defs biting her earlobe for that throwback and so he can be as extra about the blood trail as she just was, cos not like that but it’s a promise that he’ll keep making her bleed as many ways as he can]

Janis: [using your blood to write your name on his chest because we’re !! and in big love]

Casey: [giving her BIGGEST heart eyes for that cos hard same]

Janis: [just licking your name on his face, even if there’s not enough blood lingering that it stays once the spit has dried, just to be ferally adorable about it ‘we don’t have to leave’ as if this has just hit you because lowkey kinda like we keep forgetting that apart from Bobby thinking you should be back, no one else does and you haven’t run away with a deadline to return]

Casey: [when it then likewise hits you too that you have nowhere to be unlike when y’all ran away before, he doesn’t even have a job to go to rn, oh the freedom, hence he can’t help doing the BIGGEST grin about it ‘loads of time for us to find you a house’ cos she said she wanted one before and we haven’t forgotten]

Janis: [doing a slightly unhinged laugh because this all seems very unreal and like you’re just playing a game still because it’s obviously not sunk in that the place you shared with Jimmy is not home now, you can’t expect that to hit when most of your stuff is still there and so is he ‘crackhead pharmacy doorway might be more like it’ because the fear setting in]

Casey: [shaking his head because job or no job he can do slightly better than that and he intends to, drawing the childlike shape of a house, aka a square with a triangle on top of it and then squares for windows and a door, on her stomach like he’s literally putting a roof over baby Jac’s head]

Janis: [drawing said baby in one window and Chubby in another but realising this is probably getting a little too complex to translate to him so just smiling down at your stomach like never mind ‘least my mum’s has lots of rooms’ quietly but like, we aren’t totally fucked, if everything goes wrong ‘barely even lived there before-’ before you met Jimmy and then just moved yourself in]

Casey: [when you were drawing a v simple tree shape like oh I forgot they’ll absolutely need a garden because obvs picked up on her vibe if not the drawing itself, but then she says that and it’s like OH because feeling like she doesn’t think he can actually follow through on this plan, so of course his finger stops dead]

Janis: [when you don’t realize what you’ve said and how he could’ve taken that but obviously the vibe has SHIFTED immediately so you’re just looking back up at him like ? ‘not saying it’d be ideal’ with a shrug like maybe he just hates the idea of having to live with your mother]

Casey: [100000% NOT looking at her which is rare for him and therefore signals the absolute drama in a way he isn’t cos just still here seeming to be lowkey while having an internal monologue rage at him ‘nah, you’re only saying it’ll be necessary’ but so quietly it’s basically under his breath and more to himself than you]

Janis: [when you suddenly feel v exposed for the both of you being in this bath right now just like oh no, this isn’t right, turning the shower head off more because you don’t know what else to do than having any kind of concrete plan here, looking away because he won’t look at you and you’re trying to meet on whatever level he’s on, even though you do not get it ‘why is it suddenly the end of the world?’ pretty quietly too because you’re genuinely trying to work it out]

Casey: [‘you don’t reckon I can give you all that, do you?’ his tone making it sound not at all like a question because he’s already made him mind up that deep down that must be what she thinks]

Janis: [‘I’m not asking you to give me anything’ incredulous like is that who you think I am ‘it’s a joint fucking effort or it don’t work, if I’ve learnt anything, like’]

Casey: [‘you know what I fucking mean’ cos of course we’re getting angry about it, tis still his default emotion ‘and it ain’t gonna work, you still seeing us as that dickhead’ said like you aren’t the same 22 year old bartender but we all get what you mean sir, you had your role and the way you behaved and it was all not that long ago]

Janis: [‘I ain’t’ firmly because we’re not, whether you’re referring to the dickhead you were or the dickhead Jimothy was, we’re doing neither]

Casey: [‘I ain’t him’ not this being said like a negative instead of a positive for the first time ever as if she thinks because you didn’t have to be middle aged woman levels of responsible as a teen like Jimothy she therefore thinks you’re a irresponsible flop, also not this boy trying to diva storm out of this bath like he’s uninjured, he’ll be hurting himself and that’ll only escalate things so that’s great and a smart move, thanks boy]

Janis: [we saw that coming but also saw no way to stop you that wouldn’t make you as angry if not moreso so we had to let you do it, mistake though it was, you’re allowed to wanna get out of this close proximity and vulnerable nakedness, throwing a towel in his direction because that’s the best we can offer ‘til you are ready for us to rebandage and that moment is definitely not now ‘thank fuck’ like that’s basically the entire point ‘if I wanted to be with him, if it still worked, then I could be’ because we’ve had times to turn this ship around and could still beg and plead if we thought that was the right thing to do]

Casey: [‘don’t I bloody know it’ oh the insecurity of thinking if he does one thing wrong or lets her down ever she could just go back really just fully jumping out there and he can’t even sound as angry and ! as he wants because he’s clearly hurt, such fun]

Janis: [when you are itching to help him but you don’t want him to say no go away because you can’t handle that possibility right now, running your fingers through your hair and making eye contact via the bathroom mirror because it’s better than nothing but not confrontational ‘it doesn’t work and it wouldn’t, you know that’ like it’s never going to happen and that’s about Jimmy, not about us and this relationship ‘the last thing I wanted was you feeling the pressure to be perfect, that’s it’ dropping whatever you were trying to clean up in this mess of a bathroom because truly, just thinking this is our trait and we make the people we love kill themselves trying to give us what we feel like we haven’t even asked for]

Casey: [‘it isn’t gonna be perfect, a shithole for a bit, more like, might be ages even, I’m not thick, I fucking know that, but you should that it still don’t mean you need a back up plan’ when you’re just like I can do it, we can, so !!, hence he’s gotta look at her finally]

Janis: [‘don’t you think I know how much this is already, you didn’t ask for half of it, the fucking baby-’ stopping to do some dramatic breaths because truly, what a mistake, soz Baby Jac, the timing is so bad ‘I’m not trying to repeat my mistakes and fuck you over like I did him’ turning around to properly make eye contact because we want to be understood here like please]

Casey: [‘he never, but all this is exactly what I asked for, fuck knows who off ‘cause I used to reckon it was a massive load of bollocks, but I wanted it, and here I am finally getting my way’ the eye contact has never been more dramatic ‘she’s not a mistake to me’ cos soz bad timing or not it’s simply true]

Janis: [‘do you still want it?’ because getting hung up on that past tense, excuse us, trying to say it as plainly as you can because we want to know the truth and not be placated, obviously, but we had to clear our throat several times before the words would come out like that]

Casey: [thanks for all the throat clearing giving him however much time he needs to walk over to her, hurt as he is, and close this gap between y’all because of course he does, we all know it ‘I want her and you and him in there, however fucked the roof is’]

Janis: [just taking the time it takes to sit you on the toilet, crouching in front of you so we’re eye level still because neither of you needs to feel patronized right now ‘I want it too’ making eye contact like you better believe me, boy]

Casey: [‘It’s alright if you want your mum an’ all’ that sounds a bit patronising but we know he means it so sincerely cos of how much he wants his own, despite everything]

Janis: [‘I don’t want you to feel like there’s nowhere to turn, that you’re trapped with me’ because we know that this is going to wreck things with Jimmy and Bobby for you, maybe forever, and you’re also promising you won’t see Ian and it sounds like a recipe for disaster ‘I’m not losing you because I don’t let you know that we’re in this together, in every way’]

Casey: [‘it’s not you gets me trapped’ because we all know that it’s his bloody parents fault, Ian especially and we also know that Jimothy and Bobby have not helped his issues either ‘and you’re the only one who bothers to get us out when I am, I worked out we was in this together first time you done that’]

Janis: [resting our arms on your legs so we’re not yet dealing with your injured body because don’t want to distract from the fact we are properly listening and taking this all in but also making contact because we would like to help you right now too ‘you don’t need to doubt that I want to be with you, ever’]

Casey: [‘I just love you so fucking much’ getting blurted out and coming out with a sigh like ugh cos he do hate it when he gets angry at you gal]

Janis: [‘sorry’ like he’s sighing about loving you, trying to be bants but we’re both feeling a little too insecure for comfort right now ‘you’re right for me means you’re right for me, I’ve always said that’]

Casey: [shaking his head like no I’m sorry, burying his head into her how he do because comfort is needed by both of you here in this moment]

Janis: [cradling your head basically because we can hug you a little tighter like this right now whereas going for your body would be a mistake ‘I love you, okay, we will get everything we want’]

Casey: [‘I have’ from within this snuggle ‘not let us down yet and I won’t you’]

Janis: [‘you never have’ kissing his forehead somewhat frenziedly because that was scary for you both and we’re so glad we’re back to this]

Casey: [he has to do it back as intensely like we’re sealing that thought into both of our heads rn immediately]

Janis: [‘just ‘cos it’s intense, doesn’t mean it’s not what I want, we are intense’ said like it’s a good thing because to us it is and always has been]

Casey: [‘yeah, we are’ as he’s giving her the most intense kisses everywhere and anywhere he can reach without having to move too much and hurt himself]

Janis: [doing lowkey little grrs because you need to bandage this boy back up, and get some ice but you wanna just let him kiss you forever ‘and I’m obsessed with you’ as a *add on]

Casey: [‘we’re obsessed with each other’ like a * correction, pulling her into his lap like be closer thank you]

Janis: [‘if they cut us open, you’d be all the way through me, like a stick of rock or something, right out the other side’ saying this in your face because doing excessively close eye contact now]

Casey: [‘she’ll behave better than that’ said like you’re more than a bit gutted Baby Jac won’t be the cause of her having to be cut open and thus him being able to see that, cos how real it feels to him too]

Janis: [‘tell her she has to be’ like use your daddy powers thanks because not trying to lose our core muscles like that]

Casey: [doing it obvs, telling baby Jac all about her mother’s job and athletic prowess etc etc, including when jc used to run and sparr together so you can have an adorable reminisce and Janis will be able to hear in his voice how much all of that meant and means to him, shamelessly bigging her up so much with it all but where’s the lie tbh]

Janis: [it meant a lot to us too because it was lowkey the only thing we knew what to do with ourself for ages and to have someone get that was important ‘your daddy has to rest so I can beat him again’ shouldn’t say your but we simply have to, I’m sorry, the emotions are too real]

Casey: [resting his head on her stomach as if she meant he has to rest rn immediately obvs ‘to beat your mummy again’ whispered to baby Jac as a *]

Janis: [smiling down at you ‘don’t be telling lies, she already loves you without’]

Casey: [‘and you do, when I win’ like thank god cos I ALWAYS do lol lol]

Janis: [shaking our head like oh yeah? 😏 ‘I might miss being pinned by you’ like just a smidge]

Casey: [when he forgets himself and tries to do it because so used to doing whatever she wants, but then it’s a big yikes and even bigger ouch moment with how he moved, soz sir but that’s your reality rn]

Janis: [‘come on’ like that’s enough, put my foot down ‘comfier on the bed’ as we’re leading him that way, picking up supplies on the way so we can compress these injuries again]

Casey: [gotta let her boy, even if you can’t resist a ‘fuck’s sake’ for how frustrating these injuries are]

Janis: [just making the I know noise because we do, no getting around how annoying it is to not be on top form ‘[his fave takeaway vibe] will soften the blow’ because we have to go get ice so may as well]

[makarovspussy]

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🐻‍❄️Name: Misha, Mik, or Admiral are all fine

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🐻‍❄️Dream Job: drawing. literally just drawing. my dream job is one where I get to do art full time, ESPECIALLY if I'm a freelancer or something or I'm working independently or just any opportunity where I get to work from home and I'm Not working with a fucking AAA studio or someshit. that is literally what I was put on this earth 2 do.

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🐻‍❄️Favorite songs: oh dude I listen to so much music that answer is constantly changing. lately I've been listening to a lot of music I listened to as a kid, so stuff from Modern Talking, Earth, Wind & Fire, and various Russian artists. (among a bunch of other shit rn I've been listening to. a lot.)

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[grapesodatozier]

so close to the real thing (closer than you think)

rating: explicit

word count: 6.8k

summary: Eddie's been pining over Richie for as long as he can remember. He loves everything about Richie; especially how much Richie loves touching him. It's a little inconvenient, though. Eddie copes with his pent up sexual tension by constantly checking a porn blog he's obsessed with on tumblr. This guy has the same type of body as Richie, he talks like Richie, his name is even Richie! It makes it all too easy for Eddie to pretend it really is Richie while getting himself off to all of the blog's content.

You'll never guess what he finds out when he starts sexting this stranger named Richie from his anonymous porn blog.

tags: friends to lovers, porn with feelings, love confessions, dom/sub dynamics, bi dom top richie, gay sub bottom eddie, the most oblivious pining idiots in the world lol we love them

notes: this is one of my more ridiculous ideas but I had so much fun with it lol. also as a note you probably should not approach people on the internet the way they do in this fic, but they're just v enthusiastic and everything here is v consensual!! still tho definitely don't take this indulgent fic as a guide on how to approach real people online lmao. okay have fun!!

read on ao3 or below!!

notsfw under the cut

Eddie Kaspbrak’s friends were his entire world; time spent with them meant everything to him. But he also really valued his alone time. He’d always been the sort who needed time to just sit on a grassy hill and watch the trains go by, to catch up on comics in his room, to get lost in Netflix shows or even just his thoughts as he moseyed around his apartment—one he live in by himself, for when these moods hit. He needed time to himself to unwind. And sometimes he unwound by scrolling through some porn blogs on tumblr with his hand in his pants.

There was one blog that he was particularly fond of. There were other blogs more catered to his personal interests, namely blogs that didn’t feature women like this one did. But there was a good balance of genders represented, so Eddie figured he could just scroll past those posts. This guy was worth it. His pictures were ridiculously hot, and his dirty talk was even hotter.

Also, his name was Richie. Which Eddie refused to acknowledge as part of the draw.

It was harder to ignore tonight. He’d been out with the losers, and Richie had just been so touchy. And there was something about the way he'd been talking; his voice was lower than normal, slower in a way that made Eddie’s stomach flip. And his touches had lingered, his hand squeezing Eddie’s hip slow, then lazily brushing against his ass as he dropped it. Eddie could hardly take it. He brushed it off as Richie just being tired from work, but god, Eddie wanted it to mean more. The hardest part was hiding how much he wanted Richie to keep doing it.

There were so many things Eddie wanted Richie to do to him. He wanted Richie to touch him harder, to grab him by his hips with both hands. Richie’s hands were so big; Eddie just knew Richie could manhandle him so easily, so roughly. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Richie’s hands all over him, grabbing at his ass and his thighs, holding his wrists down, making him feel so small. While Eddie would never admit it, huffing at every short joke Richie made, but he loved being shorter than Richie. He loved how safe he felt when Richie held him. And he was dying to know how small he would feel with Richie looming above him, or sitting in Richie’s lap, bouncing on his cock. He wanted to hear Richie talking to him in that low, slow voice, with that condescension Eddie did his best to pretend not to be affected by. He wanted Richie to whisper in his ear and call him all those pretty names he always dropped so casually, all those sweet ones and also ones that were a lot meaner. He wanted Richie to want him.

But it was easier to think about it than to ask for it. He knew Richie had way more experience than him. Well, okay, maybe not way more necessarily, but they were starting their third year of college, and he hadn’t wasted any time. Eddie, on the other hand, hadn’t done anything more than hand stuff with someone else. The guys he’d hooked up with were nice enough, and hot enough, but they just… weren’t Richie.

He supposed this guy on tumblr wasn’t Richie either, but at least he was everything else Eddie wanted. None of his hookups had been so, well, dominant, and that was this guy’s whole thing. He was dominant and a top and into guys that looked like Eddie. He even kind of talked like Richie, and he was apparently pining over his best friend, just like Eddie was. It had him completely smitten. Plus, internet-Richie’s crush had brown eyes like Eddie, and he ran track, just like Eddie did. Internet-Richie had posted once about his dick getting hard watching his friend at his track meet, and Eddie had come so hard that night, his track shorts around his ankles, imagining his Richie thinking those things about him.

Eddie was in bed now, in nothing but his boxers and one of Richie’s old shirts that had been Eddie’s for a while now. Still reeling from the way Richie had been acting that night, he logged into his porn account on his phone and scrolled through his dash for a grand total of thirty seconds before going immediately to internet-Richie’s blog. A thrill went through Eddie’s body when he saw that he had just posted. He’d written, “god my friends gonna fuckn kill me with that ass, i wanna plow him so bad” then reblogged it and added, “reminder that my asks and dms are always open if any pretty needy little subs need help getting off. please come be sluts in my messages.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he saw that there was a picture, too, one of him gripping his hard cock, his boxers pulled down just enough for Eddie to see the dark hair around the base of his cock. Eddie moaned at the sight. His cock was so nice, so long and thick and pink. And fuck, his fingers. They were so long and slim, almost as nice as his-Richie’s.

Eddie scrolled a little farther down, his heart racing. There were a lot of reblogs, but some original posts here and there, things like, “what i wouldn’t do to have a pretty guy drooling all over my cock rn,” and, “in the mood to get someone dick drunk. wanna fuck a someone so hard they forget their own name.” One that made Eddie nearly choke said, “want someone i can pump my come into whenever i want, over and over again. want a sub i can keep full of my come all the fuckn time.” That post had Eddie getting out his lube.

It also had him thinking about internet-Richie’s most recent post, his post about his DMs being open.

Eddie bit his lip and thought about it. He’d sent internet-Richie some asks before from his porn blog (his blog didn’t have his name on it, just the teddy bear emoji, since he privately thought the teddy/Eddie rhyme was fun and clever, and also it was cute), and he’d seemed plenty happy enough to respond then. Still, it felt like a much bigger step to DM him, to talk to him just one on one. But the more he read his posts, the more he thought about his-Richie and how he’d touched Eddie that night, the easier it was to convince himself to shoot his shot with this stranger.

Eddie just messaged him a simple, “hi,” with a heart emoji. It was innocent enough, but his heart was still racing.

Internet-Richie responded a lot faster than Eddie was expecting. Honestly he hadn’t been expecting a response at all. But he said:

hiya cutie (; ive been hoping youd message me

Eddie flushed. He couldn’t help but hear cutie in his-Richie’s voice—especially given how often Richie used the nickname. really? he typed back.

fuck yes, ur cute little messages make me so hard. i can tell ur a pretty little thing just from the way you type

Eddie was blushing deep. Pretty little thing. That was hotter than it should’ve been. He wanted his Richie to talk to him like that, in that deep, sleepy voice.

there’s no way you can tell that from some messages :P, Eddie sent.

His heart stopped at the next messages internet-Richie sent.

oh, u dont think so?

why dont u send me some pics to prove me wrong (;

Oh my god, Eddie thought, his breath coming short. His head swam at the thought of sending this guy nudes, of showing himself off to someone who clearly wanted to see him, who would know how to take care of him and fuck him the way he liked, a guy with his crush’s fucking name and body type and hands. It had Eddie’s cock hard and leaking, and he slowly slid a finger inside of himself.

But just because the thought turned him on didn’t mean he was gonna send this stranger what he wanted so easily, even if he desperately wanted to.

you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

He fingered himself open as he waited for a response, working his way up to two fingers. It was nearly impossible to ignore his cock, but he didn’t want to come before the conversation even had a chance to start.

fuck ya i would, internet-Richie responded. Then, in a second message, whats wrong baby? you shy? ill show u mine ;)

Eddie's breath caught. God, this guy even made stupid shit sound hot, just like Eddie’s Richie. This was unreal.

i’ve seen yours, Eddie pointed out.

ya and you musta liked it if ur messaging me rn

Eddie bit his lip. ...maybe

aw thats cute sweetheart. u know i can see all the needy little tags you add when u reblog my stuff right?

Eddie blushed. He’d kind of always hoped he’d read them, but he never thought he actually did. i didn’t know you read those

oh ya, read them, jerk off to them. bit of a size queen, aren’t you? ;) it’s cute. makes me so fuckn hard when u talk abt how u want me to fill you up

Eddie whimpered out loud, sliding a third finger into himself. Fuck, he wanted that cock inside of him so bad. But right now one of his toys would have to do, once he was stretched out enough. He sped up his fingers, getting impatient. Gathering up all of his horny courage, he sent, show me.

what, no please? only good boys who use their manners get dick pics babydoll

Eddie pouted and whined to himself, making quick work of sliding his hot pink vibrator inside of himself—well, as quickly as he could without hurting himself. He moaned as it filled him up, making pleasure spread deep through his body. Slowly pumping it in and out, he reached for his phone. please, he typed, please let me see? wanna know what to picture while i fuck myself with my vibrator. He even added the wide eyed pouting emoji to really milk the whole begging thing. He knew he’d been playing a little coy, but now with the way internet-Richie was talking to him he was getting desperate.

well fuck baby since ur begging ;)

Eddie held his breath as he waited for the picture, slowly rocking his toy in and out, savoring the feeling. He wished it was Richie doing it, wished it was his cock. The lines between which Richie blurred; he wanted to get fucked by either of them, both of them.

What Eddie received when his phone lit up was not a picture, but a video. It was short, just a few seconds of Richie’s hand dragging wetly, smoothly over his cock, but it had Eddie drooling. The room was dark, so he’d used a flash, and it made the mix of what Eddie assumed was precome and spit glisten as the swollen head of Richie’s cock disappeared and reappeared from behind his fingers. Eddie must’ve played it at least five times, fucking himself a little faster, before remembering to say something back. And to take a video of his own. fuck, I want you so bad, want you to fucking ruin me, he wrote back. A part of him couldn’t believe how openly desperate he was being, but he found that he liked it; he liked the way it made him blush, he liked the way it felt to beg, to ask for what he wanted.

Richie’s response came fast: show me kitten. show me how you want me to fuck your pretty little ass.

Eddie moaned at the pet name; casual little nicknames were such a weakness for him. He was already so far gone, just picturing Richie’s cock inside of him, picturing him stroking his cock to thoughts of Eddie. The attention had his cock hard and leaking as he thrust his vibrator even deeper inside of himself, pumping it in and out a few more times before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. It was hard to take a video from this angle, but he wanted to show off his ass and hide his face. Plus, there was something so hot about having his ass in the air and his face shoved in his pillow, looking like the perfect image of someone desperate to be fucked. He loved the way it made him feel, loved the thought of being so open for someone. For Richie.

He ended up shooting a short video as well, about ten seconds of him sliding his vibrator slowly in and out of himself, letting out soft little moans. He was pretty pleased with the way it turned out, his hole pink and smooth and wet as it stretched around his toy. The angle was a little weird, showing a lot of his room once or twice when his hand slipped a little, but overall he thought his ass looked amazing, if he did say so himself. He sent it and said, feels so good. do you want me to go faster?

As he sent it, he got settled on his back, forcing himself to go slow as he fucked himself while he waited for internet-Richie’s response. It was taking longer than before, and Eddie was getting antsy; it was so hard to drag it out, to not get ahead of himself. But whatever Richie was doing, Eddie knew it would be worth the wait. Still, he pouted as his cock ached, begging for attention.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock at the door.

He groaned to himself and stayed put, fucking himself even slower as he waited for whoever it was to leave. But then the knocking continued, loud and incessant and obnoxious, and Eddie knew exactly who it was. He also knew he wasn’t going to go away any time soon, which honestly made him smile and blush. Richie had terrible timing, but Eddie would never be upset to see him.

Reluctantly, he slowly slid the toy out and pulled on his shorts, leaving his shirt off. He still had a pretty obvious boner, but his horny brain did not mind the idea of Richie seeing it. So he strode lazily down the hall, shouting a performatively annoyed, “I’m coming!” Finally, he opened the door, cocking his hip to the side and giving Richie an expectant look. “Can I help you?” he asked, a small smile dancing around the corner of his lips. He had to fight off a smirk at the wide eyed look Richie gave him as he ran his eyes over Eddie’s body.

“Fuck,” he muttered lowly, his eyes trained on Eddie’s cock, which was getting even harder the more Richie stared. Eddie bit his lip and grinned a little, making doe eyes at Richie. But Richie didn’t meet his gaze—instead he brushed past Eddie, his mouth still hanging open as he made his way urgently toward Eddie’s bedroom.

“Richie?” Eddie asked, a little let down that Richie’s hands weren’t all over him right now. But hey, if he was heading to Eddie’s bedroom he figured that was at least the right direction. He closed his front door and followed Richie into his room, where he found him staring at the bright pink vibrator on the bed. As confident and horny as Eddie was feeling, that still made him blush. He was only human. Crossing his arms, he said, bashful now, “I was kind of in the middle of something.”

Richie looked over at him, his cheeks bright red under his freckles. Then he got a glimmer of that trademark shit-eating grin on his face. “Eds, you fucking slut,” he said, sounding both delighted and breathless. “You are so fucking hot.”

Eddie flushed and tried not to squirm, but he couldn’t help but press his legs together, his eyes brightening. Fuck, was this actually happening? Shit, he needed to think of something witty to say. “You gonna do anything about it?” Okay, that kinda sounded like a corny porn, but he had to give himself credit for even being able to form words just after his lifelong crush and personal wet dream had just admitted his attraction to him.

“I think I already have been,” Richie said, still grinning.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh yeah? How do you figure that?”

Eddie was expecting a confession. He was expecting something along the lines of you think I don’t notice how you look at me? or did you really think those were casual touches earlier? What he was not expecting was for Richie to unlock his phone and hold it up, showing Eddie the video he had just taken, the video he’d sent to internet-Richie.

Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.

“Oh my god, that’s you?” Eddie cried in disbelief.

“You’re telling me you didn’t recognize this dick?” Richie asked, swaggering over to Eddie, clearly enjoying himself.

“How did you recognize it was me?”

Richie nodded toward the Thundercats poster on Eddie’s wall, then to the model train that sat on his dresser. “What other guy has decor like that and the ass to match?”

Eddie grinned and shook his head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well pardon me for not being especially eloquent when I’ve just learned that the guy I’ve been masturbating to since I learned how to and been in love with for even longer has been masturbating to me too.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of getting fucked leaving for a moment. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, his voice as soft as his smile.

Richie was not a bashful person, but the little laugh he let out just then was close to it. “Have been my whole life, but thanks for finally noticing.”

Eddie shook his head and stepped closer, until he had to crane his head up to meet Richie’s gaze. “I love you too.”

Richie’s eyes widened behind his thick frames. Eddie had only seen that look in Richie’s eyes a few times before, but he never wanted to lose sight of it again. He always wanted Richie to look at him like that. But then Richie was closing his eyes and leaning down. It only took Eddie a second to get with the program, drinking in the moment just a little longer before letting his own eyes fall shut as he pressed his lips against Richie’s.

It started gentle enough, if deep and passionate and intentional. But then Richie’s hands were on Eddie’s bare waist, skin against skin, and Eddie was gasping into Richie’s mouth, his hands coming up and resting against Richie’s chest. He curled his fingers into Richie’s shirt as Richie ran his tongue over Eddie’s lips, just before pulling away. He laughed at Eddie’s indignant little whine.

“Oh, you mean you don’t want me to take off my shirt right now?” he smirked as Eddie tried to pull him closer by the offending fabric. Huffing, Eddie conceded and let go long enough to let Richie pull the shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” he said softly, his voice a little, awed moan as he drank in Richie’s chest. It wasn’t like Richie had never been shirtless in front of Eddie before, but Eddie had never felt like he was allowed to really look at Richie all those times. But now he could; now he could touch. And he did, running his fingers over Richie’s smooth, warm skin, over his acne scars and blackheads and freckles. “Fuck, Richie,” he sighed before pressing his lips to Richie’s collarbones, trailing them all over Richie’s beautiful chest.

Richie gave a breathless, almost shy laugh as he stroked Eddie’s hair. “Damn, Eds, never pegged you as a tits guy.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Eddie giggled, bringing his lips back to Richie’s. They both smiled into it, getting lost for a moment as Richie’s hands slid slowly down Eddie’s sides. His hands lingered on Eddie’s hips for a moment before he slid them further down and grabbed at Eddie’s ass, making him gasp.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who’s about to rail you ‘til you can’t walk?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Eddie asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Spank me?”

���You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Richie smirked. He gave Eddie’s ass a playful smack, making Eddie gasp again and fall into him, needing more. Richie’s voice was dripping with adoration as he purred, “Little brat,” and pulled Eddie against him, kissing him again. Eddie went with it easily and happily parted his lips to let Richie lick into his mouth. Richie had one hand gripping Eddie’s jaw and the other on his ass, touching him in a way that exuded a command Eddie was desperate to follow. God, Eddie knew Richie had big hands, but they felt huge on him like this. It was dizzyingly hot. And the way Richie’s tongue was teasing his had Eddie’s knees going weak. His dick was throbbing in his shorts, aching to finish what he’d started, what had been interrupted. When he thought about it all—about playing with himself for Richie, about the video Richie had sent him, about all those things Richie had said about filling Eddie up—he felt himself clench down on nothing, desperate to get fucked. Desperate to feel Richie’s cock so deep inside of him.

“Richie,” he whined into the kiss, pulling on Richie’s belt loops, “please.” He pressed himself urgently against Richie and rutted shamelessly against his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was cocky and teasing, but there was an apparent undercurrent of wonder there as well.

Eddie shoved his face into Richie’s neck and whined, grabbing onto Richie’s wrists without even knowing what his goal was. “Richie,” he whimpered, sounding pitiful and ruined already.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie’s voice made it clear that he was enjoying seeing Eddie this wrecked, and that just made Eddie even harder. “Come on, tell me, use your words.”

Eddie squirmed as Richie held him close, but still not touching him in any relieving way. “I need you inside,” Eddie said, his voice high and soft as he squirmed in Richie’s grip. “God, please, Richie, need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think. Fuck me like I’m your little toy.”

Eddie could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth, and judging by the gasp he heard Richie let out, he’d caught Richie off guard too. But if the hard bulge in his jeans that brushed up against Eddie was any indication, he was apparently just as turned on as Eddie was. Besides, Eddie knew from his blog that Richie was really into that sort of thing too—and, apparently, really into the idea of doing those things with Eddie. The realization that Richie had been saying all those filthy things about him had him grinding against him with even more fervor, kissing his neck with a heated confidence. Richie moaned, and Eddie could feel the warmth of it spreading through him. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want to feel me inside you? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie with wide, desperate eyes. He shivered at the new look in Richie’s eyes, the blue nearly entirely eclipsed by how wide his pupils were. He looked hungry for Eddie; Eddie wanted to feel it. “‘M ready, Richie, please, so open for you.” He looked to the toy on his bed pointedly, but Richie only gave a deep laugh.

“Oh honey, that’s cute that you think that little thing is gonna have you ready for my cock.” Eddie’s breath caught; that toy wasn’t small. Before he could gather his scattered brain enough to react, Richie was scooping him up and tossing him on the bed, the toy falling forgotten to the floor. Richie moved Eddie onto his back, and Eddie went happily, pliantly. Richie’s fingers were cool against Eddie’s burning skin as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s shorts, slowly dragging them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them to the floor. Eddie’s cock was dripping with precome, his chest flushed a bright red as he squirmed under Richie’s gaze. Eddie been dreaming of Richie manhandling him like this for he didn’t even know how long; he couldn’t help the way he reacted. And he especially couldn’t help the pleased little sound he made when Richie murmured, “God, you’re gorgeous, Eds.” Then Richie was grabbing him by the ankles, gently but firmly spreading Eddie’s legs, and Eddie let out the most pathetic, genuine moan he’d ever heard. “Fuck, baby, you sound pretty. You like when I spread you open?” Richie asked. He was smirking down at Eddie, but Eddie could see how flushed he was, could see the thrilled awe in his dark, hungry eyes as Eddie nodded.

“Richie, please,” Eddie whimpered. “I need you so bad.” He sat up, reaching for Richie’s belt, but Richie easily pressed him back against the mattress with a large hand on the center of his chest. The confidence in Richie’s dominance took Eddie’s breath away, and he stayed right where he was, nice and obedient, as he watched Richie get off the bed and slowly undo his belt, then his button and zipper. He took his time dragging his jeans and boxers off, enough time to let Eddie’s eyes linger on the reveal of the dark hair under Richie’s waistband. Then Richie’s cock was bouncing up against his stomach, hard and flushed and fucking long. Eddie moaned at the sight and fisted the sheets underneath him. He wanted so badly to get his mouth on Richie, to breathe him in and be nice and good for Richie on his knees. But he was also desperate to get fucked; his hole clenched down on nothing at the thought, and then it was all he could think about again. “Richie,” he repeated, whining now as he reached for him. “Stop being such a tease.”

Richie laughed as he moved easily out of Eddie’s grip and climbed on top of him. Eddie gasped softly at the sight of Richie above him, his dark curls surrounding his face, his full, pink lips pulled into the most beautiful smile Eddie had ever seen in his life. He ran his hands over Richie’s chest and sides, marveling at the fact that this was really happening. Then, his eyes flickering down, he tentatively brought his hand to Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” they said, both at the same time, making them giggle together.

“Fuck, Eds, your pretty little hand looks so cute wrapped around my cock,” Richie teased in a low, rough voice. Eddie shivered; he couldn’t tell if Richie was praising him or degrading him, but either way it made his head fuzzy.

“‘M not that little,” Eddie grumbled out of habit. But he was clearly breathless. He’d never been good at pretending not to like Richie’s compliments, however teasing.

“Aw, but you are, baby,” Richie cooed, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute and tiny for me. I don’t even know if we’ll be able to fit my cock inside you.”

“I can,” Eddie whined, both indignant and impatient. He bucked his hips up, but Richie held him down. He gasped when he felt the warm, soft skin of Richie’s cock press against his stomach. Looking down, he saw that Richie had his cock lying on Eddie’s stomach, showing just how deep he would be once he was inside Eddie.

“You sure about that, babydoll?” While the teasing note was still there, Richie’s voice got noticeably softer as he said, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eddie’s chest swelled at that. Cupping Richie’s face in his hands, he insisted, “I can take it.” Then he reached down and took Richie in his hand, glowing with pride when Richie let out a low moan. “Richie, please, I want you so bad.”

“Okay, baby,” Richie agreed, turning his head to kiss Eddie’s palm. “Fuck, I want you, too.” But he stalled. “Have you ever… like, been fucked before?”

Eddie flushed. “Well, not by someone else, but I have some toys. I’m not gonna break, Richie.” He huffed, but the way Richie was looking at him soothed any ruffled feathers.

“I’m your first?” His smile was soft, and while his eyes glittered, there was nothing teasing about his tone.

“I didn’t wanna do it with anyone else,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to look away, but Richie pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck, I never thought you’d want me,” he chuckled. “Sorry, that was depressing, I just mean I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner, you know?”

Eddie beamed, a small, giddy giggle dancing on his lips. “Well it’ll happen sooner if you stop talking so much.” But his smile, and all of the little kisses he planted on Richie’s freckled shoulders told Richie that Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, I know I’m hot but you don’t gotta rush me.” Eddie was still giggling when Richie kissed him, and he could feel that Richie was smiling too. “Where’s your lube?”

Eddie stretched his hand out and patted the bed for a moment, searching. After what was probably only four seconds but felt like an eternity, he finally found the bottle and handed it eagerly to Richie. “Oh, right,” Richie smirked, “you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Eddie moaned as Richie swiped his fingers over Eddie’s slick hole, pressing in just a bit. His fingers went in easily, and he pumped them slowly, drawing little, breathy moans out of Eddie. Richie’s fingers were a lot longer and thicker than his own, and they felt amazing, but they weren’t what he wanted in that moment.

“Richie, fuck me,” he whined.

“Aw, no please? Again?” Richie tsked and shook his head, curling his fingers against Eddie’s prostate, making him cry out. “I told you, sweetheart, only good boys who use their manners get fucked.”

“Please,” Eddie cried. He rocked his hips and grabbed at Richie’s shoulders, at his arms, not even sure what his goal was there other than to get Richie closer, to get his attention, to show him how desperate he was. “Please fuck me, please.” He sounded pathetic begging like this, but that just made him harder. And it made Richie’s pupils even wider as he slid his fingers out of Eddie and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good boy,” he purred. Eddie moaned and arched into Richie’s touch, but he only gave Eddie one more kiss on his cheek before pulling back and covering his cock in lube. Eddie watched, entranced, as Richie’s hand moved smoothly over his cock, glistening and slick. Then Richie was gently spreading Eddie’s legs even further and pressing the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole.

“Yes,” Eddie whimpered brokenly, grasping at the sheets beneath him. “Richie, please.” Meeting his gaze, he said softly, “I need you.”

“I’ve got you,” Richie assured him in a voice that made Eddie feel like he was glowing. Richie took Eddie’s hand in his and entwined their fingers, using his other hand to guide his cock inside of Eddie, who gasped at the feeling. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe his first time was going to be with his favorite person. He couldn’t believe he was finally getting exactly what he wanted. Love flooded through him, warm and perfect, somehow both soothing and electrifying as he watched Richie’s face. Eddie’s mouth dropped as Richie pressed into him, deeper and deeper and still fucking deeper, until finally Richie let out a low moan and Eddie felt absolutely breathless. The stretch was intense, and he held onto Richie tightly as he caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Richie asked. His voice was strained, but the care and concern in it was clear. “You don’t have to take all of it if it’s too much.”

Eddie wanted to laugh at the remark or roll his eyes, but with how breathless and dizzied by pleasure he already was, he had to admit Richie had a point. “Just need a minute,” he gasped. Richie ran a soothing hand over Eddie’s skin, helping him even out his breathing and relax. The feeling of Richie’s cock twitching in anticipation inside of him had him letting out little moans as he adjusted, getting more and more used to the feeling until he felt comfortable enough to tell Richie he could move. Richie kissed him before he did, his lips soft against Eddie’s, a reassuring weight. Eddie breathed in sharply as Richie pulled back, grabbing at Richie’s shoulders.

Richie immediately stopped. “You okay, baby?” he asked, caressing Eddie’s face.

Eddie wanted to melt. Richie was always touching him, always jokingly flirting with him, but this unabashed concern and, well, love had previously been reserved for dire situations, like panic attacks or injuries. Eddie couldn’t help the dopey smile that bloomed on his face as he tilted his chin up and kissed Richie. “I’m okay,” he said breathlessly. “It’s just a little different from my vibrator.” They both gave a shaky laugh as Richie nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“Better, I hope?” he grinned.

“Can’t tell yet,” Eddie retorted. Another snarky comment was on the tip of his tongue when Richie pulled his hips further back, effectively sucking all the air—and attitude—from Eddie’s chest. And then Richie was pushing back in, and Eddie let out a moan he couldn’t have faked if he tried, relaxing back into the mattress as his eyes fell shut. It was the best thing he’d ever felt, pleasure and relief flooding through his body. They’d been building up this tension for years; Eddie had figured it would feel good to break it, but it really felt magical, like something had just clicked into place. Feeling Richie inside of him, rocking his hips carefully, feeling Richie twitch as he tried not to lose control had Eddie’s head reeling. Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, focusing on Richie above him, on how flushed his face was. When Richie met his eye, pressing in deep, Eddie let out a small, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Richie was smirking as he said it, but there was something else sparkling in his eyes. Something giddy and awed. Something that made Eddie sigh dreamily, “I love you.”

Richie’s eyes widened for a moment before he pressed his lips firmly against Eddie’s, his hands roaming over Eddie’s body like he couldn’t choose where to put them, where to touch him. “I love you so much,” he beamed, pressing a few more kisses to Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie giggled at the feeling, but then Richie’s hips moved just a little faster, pressing him in just a little deeper, and he was back to melting under Richie’s touch, clinging to him as he rocked his hips with Richie’s. “Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby, so fucking beautiful. You look so good like this, holy shit.”

Eddie smiled almost drunkenly at Richie’s ability to ramble even when blowing Eddie’s mind. “Feels so good,” he moaned, his voice breathy and just a little bit higher than normal. He wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. “Please, Richie, please.”

“Fuck, baby, wanna make you feel like this all the fucking time,” Richie groaned as he picked up the pace. Eddie whined in pleasure at the change, and that just spurred Richie to go faster, harder, until he was well and truly fucking Eddie, both of them moaning with every thrust.

“Oh my god,” Eddie cried, “ohmygodohmygodhmygod, oh fuck, Richie, please.” It felt so amazing, Richie fucking into him like this, but he needed that little bit more. His cock was throbbing desperately, achingly hard; he needed to feel Richie’s hand on him. “Richie, please,” he whimpered, “please, please touch me. I need you, I need you so bad, please, Richie.” Eddie was pouting now, grabbing aimlessly at Richie, his legs still wrapped tight around him.

“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Richie marveled, his voice sweet and condescending as he wrapped his hand around Eddie’s cock. Eddie nearly screamed at the contact, his back arching off the bed. Richie laughed a little, which just made Eddie even harder. The way Richie spread his precome over his cock, twisting his wrist just so as he stroked him had that familiar tension coiling in his lower stomach. “Aw, does that feel good? You gonna come on my cock, kitten?”

“Fuck, yes!” Eddie screamed. He gripped at the sheets as Richie stroked him, his voice washing over Eddie, mixing with the pleasure of Richie’s touch, of his thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes, please let me come, please, please, please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie could feel himself tipping over the edge at the words, at how low and affected Richie’s voice was. He groaned out, “Come on my cock like a good boy, princess,” and pure pleasure crashed over Eddie like a wave. He arched his back and cried out as he came, his moans filling the room as he squirmed under Richie, grabbed at him, at the sheets. It was fucking ethereal. He felt somehow so in tune with his body and yet so detached, like he was floating. He was barely cognizant of what Richie was saying, but when he put the sounds together and realized Richie had just said, panting, “Fuck, baby, gonna come,” Eddie felt like a live wire again.

“In me,” he said urgently. His mind was still a little too scattered for full sentences, but he knew what he wanted. God, he felt like he needed it. Like he needed to feel that connected to Richie. “Richie, come inside me, please.”

Richie apparently didn’t need to be told twice; he let out a moaned, “Oh, fuck,” before burying his face in Eddie’s neck, his breathy moans like music in Eddie’s ear. And then, as Eddie was coming down from his own high, he felt the holiest thing in the world: Richie’s cock, twitching inside of him, then his warm come filling Eddie up. It was unreal, being this close to him. Richie clutching at him as he came. It was even better than the little fantasies Eddie occasionally allowed himself. Richie was here, in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck as he caught his breath. Eddie was stroking his hair and rubbing his back as Richie nuzzled into him. Richie’s skin pressed against his skin, his legs wrapped around Richie’s waist, then falling to his sides, but still pressed to him. Still keeping him close. There wasn’t a single thought in his head that wasn’t about Richie.

Richie pulled him from his dreamy haze with light kisses pressed up his jaw, then over his cheeks. Eddie giggled at the onslaught of affection, still reeling from how fucking hot and euphoric what they had just done together had been. But he happily accepted Richie’s kisses, his heart bursting, then racing as Richie pulled back to look in his eyes. “Holy, fuck,” Richie beamed, his face flushed and blue eyes hooded from the weight of his orgasm, even as they sparkled.

“I know,” Eddie said, returning Richie’s grin as he basked in the surreality of having Richie on top of him, his dorky yet charming smile framed by lips that were red and swollen because of Eddie. His glasses were knocked askew, and Eddie instinctively reached up to fix them. With a sense of wonder, he realized that his touch was allowed to linger this time. He ran his fingers down Richie’s cheekbones, over his jaw, cupped his cheeks. “I love you,” he said. The words spilled out over his lips like he couldn’t stand not to say them. And while it made his heart race a little to say it out loud now that the adrenaline and tension was all worked through, it felt even better this time when Richie’s face softened and he nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s.

“I love you so fucking much.” Richie’s voice rarely got that soft, that sincere; it felt like a blanket wrapping around Eddie. It felt safe, secure. It felt like a promise. And if there was anyone in the world Eddie knew he could trust, it was Richie. That feeling of everything coming together came back to Eddie as he lay there under Richie, their lips moving together, feeling light as a feather now that everything was finally out in the open.

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NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work. 

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk. 

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog). 

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel. 

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him. 

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience. 

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again. 

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk). 

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside. 

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic. 

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

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