#i have like. over 80 rn but… i need MORE

[mitathemita]

the shining sun!! ☀️

[good-beansdraws]

Mutual left this tag on one of my Fuuta analyses and yeah...

Part two of "Fuuta’s central theme is invasion of privacy and he has extreme anxiety over being watched, so it's interesting that we get to pick him apart and see all his worst, most private thoughts" :(

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

unpopular opinion maybe, but personally I think it is WAY past time for the Super Tight Butt Jeans thing to fade into obscurity.

[cinnabeat]

anyways i woke up this morning with 2 hours of sleep and really fucking hungry and The Shakes

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

women huh.

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ❤︎ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

ㅤjavier peña x plus size f!reader

genre: smut, strangers to lovers/fwb, minors dni

word count: 4.5k

summary: it's the 80s. when the dig you've been working at has to take a short break due to escobar and politics, you decide to wait it out at medellín. while hitchhiking, a charming stranger pulls up.

warnings: mild weed usage (reader), car sex, nipple play, dirty talk, dry humping, age gap, piv, creampie, unprotected sex, brat taming if you squint, some weight-related insecurities if you squint but mostly she's just vibing and living her life

a/n: i would really consider writing more of this so please let me know what you think! a special shoutout to @inklore because i feel like i wouldn't think about hitchhiker smut on the bus if it wasn't for her fic roadside delight which all of you should go and read rn because it's amazing, ily bby 💗

**dividers by the amazing @saradika xx

Raindrops land sparsely over your skin, most of the wetness caught over your cheeks. Sliding down your neck, they sneak beneath the sweetheart neckline of your olive green dress. The skirt dances with the wind, teasing the inner curves of your thighs as it playfully flutters in your wake. Despite the rain, it’s still warm. However, that doesn’t stop the chill of the gray clouds from settling over your skin. With a deep sigh, you lift your thumb once more. 

You have no idea how long you’ve had your thumb sticking up; maybe it’s been only ten minutes or an hour, regardless, you’re frustrated and want the wait to end. 

Some cars had slowed down but upon seeing the men that were driving, you had quickly hidden your thumb away. You knew what they were thinking. Thanks to the rain, there was only little left to the imagination. The dress that already hugged your breasts and hips hugged you even tighter now, the fabric almost sheer as it exposed your tight nipples. You should’ve brought a jacket with you but honestly, how were you supposed to know it was going to rain today? 

“Fucking hell,” you mutter, pushing your wet hair away from your neck in frustration. Not a single car in sight after what you thought had been at least ten minutes of waiting. Clicking your tongue, you reach into your bag, retrieving a lighter and a joint thoughtfully rolled by one of your colleagues at the excavation site. It was greatly appreciated since you weren’t the best at rolling. 

Taking a drag, you sigh, the smoke mingling with the misty air. The excavation site had declared a short break due to some unforeseen issue related to the escalating Escobar problem in the region. It's hush-hush among the team, but you've caught snippets of worried conversations about increased security concerns and the need to lay low for a while. 

Your shoulders relax as the smoke swirls in your lungs, your body now feeling rejuvenated instead of cold under the rain. In the distance, you hear the soft hum of a car approaching and narrow your eyes as you look at the distance. Your eyes light up when you see a car approaching and this time, no matter who’s in it, you promise yourself you’ll just get in. 

The cigarette still between your lips, you lift your thumb with enthusiasm, taking a step further into the road, you giggle slightly thinking you might just as well jump in front of it to make it stop. You want to get out of the rain, want warm clothes and blankets. 

The car comes to a smooth halt. 

You lean towards the already open window, you quickly pluck the join away from your lips and smile broadly at the dark-haired stranger. 

“Hola,” you say, hoping your accent is decent enough. “¿podrías darme un aventón?”

The stranger gives you a curious look, his lips curl upward, eyes dropping to your cleavage before lifting them back up to meet your gaze. Your breath catches in your throat, chest heaving at the sight of him. He’s beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes, plump lips. Blinking, you swallow and press your legs together, thankful he can’t see it. 

“Where you headed?” he asks. 

“Medellín,” A timid chuckle escapes your lips. “Did my accent give it away?” 

“A little,” he jerks his head to the side. “Hop in. You must be freezing like that.” 

Grateful, you open the car and slide yourself inside. Warmth immediately envelops you like a cozy blanket and you sigh happily, leaning into the comfort of the seat. “Thanks,” you say, offering your name along with it. “What’s your name?” 

“My name’s Javier. But you can call me Javi.” 

“I think I’ll stick to Javier, I like the way it hits my tongue.” 

He grins, “Do you, now?” 

It takes you everything to ignore the delicious roll of his tongue and how it would feel on your skin. You lift your hand suddenly, the joint visible between your fingers. 

“Is it okay if I smoke this in your car?” 

He looks confused for a brief moment. You notice him taking in deep breaths, sniffing the air, his eyes go slightly wide with realization but then the surprise in his eyes molds into amusement. 

“Go ahead,” he says. “You’re awfully bold to ask that without knowing who I am or what I do. What if I was a cop?” 

“Cops don’t look as good as you do.” 

Shit. 

“I look good?” 

You hear the mirth in his voice and quickly change the subject, “You want one?” 

“No,” he answers firmly. Confusion furrows your brow and his tone quickly softens. “Let’s just say I’m not a fan. And it’s illegal.” 

“Oh, sorry. I can put it out, you don’t have to be nice about it.” 

He thinks about it for a while but shakes his head. “You don’t have much of it left anyway,” The car starts moving and you look at the spot you’ve been waiting at for god knows how long one last time. Good riddance. “So, Medellín, what business do you have there?” 

“No business,” you answer promptly, taking another drag. You blow the smoke out the window, the wind whisking it away. “I’m studying archeology. I was doing research at Ciudad Perdida but we had to take a break for safety reasons. We might still go on so until I get a firm ‘go back home’ I was thinking to wait it out there.” 

“It’s not really safe there either, you know. You gotta be careful when you get there,” he gives you a side glance, eyes moving up and down your curves. Your heart rate escalates and when you press your legs together once more, it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You’re awfully squirmy there,” he says, voice low and all gravel. “You okay?” 

Your veins buzzing, you throw the remainder of the joint out the window. Your head is swimming pleasantly, the smoke loosening your tongue and making you eager to confess all the dirty things you want to do with him. But along with that, uncertainty creeps in. You don’t even know if he wants you that way. He seems older than you. He might’ve just been looking after you and the lust you heard in his deep voice might’ve just been in your imagination. 

“I’m not squirming,” you say quickly. He doesn’t look convinced by your answer, hands tightening around the steering wheel. “How long until we get there?” 

“A couple of hours,” his eyes catch your lingering gaze and he smiles. “There’s a gas station a little ahead so I suggest you go to the bathroom, sweetheart. If you have to go.” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“You hungry?” 

Your hand wanders to your stomach, you can’t tell if he’s asking because of your appearance or if it’s a genuine question. He speaks up before you can decide. “I’m starving,” he says. “I also need to buy a pack so if you want anything just tell me. I’ll pay.” 

“I have money.” 

He laughs at that, and laughs even harder at your pout, “You’re a student in Colombia, hitchhiking. I doubt you have much,” he shrugs. “Besides, you’re a guest in this country, let me treat you.” 

“You’re being awfully nice.” 

“Am I? I don’t think so.” You see the gas station coming into view. “But mamá always did say I had a soft spot for pretty girls.” 

“You think I’m pretty?” you answer, hoping to have more a sultry tone but your words come out breathless. Excited. 

The car slows, his eyes are glued to your neck, he slowly moves them down. His dark gaze eating you up. You can almost feel it caressing your skin, heating you, and licking over the waterdrops that stubbornly remains on your skin. 

“Don’t say it like you don’t already know.” The car stops along with your breath. He pulls the keys out and leans close, lips almost touching your pulse. You feel his breath on your ear, warm, it coaxes goosebumps to rise across your skin. His eyes trail over the curve of your lips. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, “No.” 

His lips touch your cheek. It happens so quickly that you feel you might’ve imagined it. The rough hairs above his lip tickle your skin and you instinctively chase the heat of him as he moves away. 

Before you know it he’s out of the car, the patch of skin where his lips touched still burning with delight. Stunned, you touch your cheek with the tips of your fingers. 

Maybe waiting in the rain for someone like him wasn’t so bad after all. 

You should’ve known it would end up like this. 

Him, to park the car in a semi-remote spot. 

You, to cradle his lap, your dress pushed up all the way up exposing your soft thighs with his hands all over you. 

You should’ve known. 

The soft pitter patters of rain hit the top of the car, you’re too occupied by his mouth to realize the sun had slowly started to peek through the clouds, warming the damp concrete. Javier’s tongue is awfully skillful. He slips his tongue between your lips, licking himself deeper into your mouth, his hands pull at your neckline, exposing your bare breasts. He flattens his palms against them, your nipples tighten against the heat of his palm. 

He breaks away with a groan, “I knew you were braless,” he rasps, dipping to your neck. “I fucking knew it.” 

“And I knew you were staring,” you tease and expose more of your neck. He nips at the tender skin playfully, a shiver runs up your spine. “Here I thought you picked me up out of the goodness of your heart.” 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” 

“No—god, no. I don’t ever want you to stop.” 

And that’s all he needs to hear as he lifts your breasts towards his mouth. He dips his head, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. Your body seizes. Your breath caught in your lungs, burning like wildfire. He twists the other with his finger and you moan loudly. The fabric of your underwear grows damp, sticking to your skin. He sucks harder. The thick outline of his cock rubs against your core, a feeling like electricity shooting up your spine, your head falls and he bites. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” you whimper, grinding down. Another wave of arousal washes over you, the effect of the weed you inhaled pounding between your thighs.  

Javier glares up at you, “Such a dirty mouth,” he grunts and holds your tongue between two fingers. Your brows furrow with pleasure, the hard denim of his pants growing damp thanks to you. “I don’t like bad girls. And you seem to be walking on the edge of it, sweetheart.” 

“I–I’m not bad,” you whimper, your words slurring thanks to his hold on your tongue. He lifts a brow, unconvinced. You don’t know why you’re hurt by him calling you bad, but you want to make it up to him—why you do, you have no idea. “I’ll. . . I’ll be good.” 

“Promise?” 

You only nod and he pinches your tongue, pain blossoms over the soft muscle. 

“Promise,” you slur. “I’ll be your good girl.” 

Satisfied for now, he releases your tongue and brings his hand back to your aching nipples. He sucks on one while pinching the other, both sensations making your mind whirl. 

“You like it when I play with your tits, hermosa?” he groans at the way you rolls your hips, pulling away his lips, he starts playing with both with his fingers. Twisting, pinching, and pulling. You’re trembling. A sopping, wet mess. “So sensitive. You think you can come like this?” 

You only moan, your lids fluttering like a butterfly’s wings as you look at him. He smiles, something dark crossing over his handsome features. “I think you can,” he says. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” 

Slack-jawed, you answer, “Y–Yes.” 

Javier guides the sloppy roll of your hips. His mouth on your neck, he teases the flesh there while mercilessly playing with your tits however he sees fit. Your nipples are so hard from stimulation it almost hurts, Every twist of his fingers prompts a fresh wave of arousal seep into your underwear. Your body is out of control. Burning from the inside out. You’ve never felt it this intense before, never felt your orgasm nearing so viciously. 

His lips hover an inch away from yours, you part your mouth for a kiss but he smiles cruelly, you can smell the hints of tobacco when he speaks, “I can feel how soaked you are, baby. So wet and all for a stranger you just met,” he nips at your chin, gives your nipples a hard pinch that makes you see white. “I wonder if you’d do this with all the others who would’ve stopped for you?” 

“Others did slow down,” you say followed up by an elongated whine. Javier thrusts his hips, the rough denim of his pants catching against your clothed clit. He licks your bottom lip. “But they gave me a weird feeling so I hid away my hand. So. . . I wouldn’t do this with just anyone.” 

“Fuck, preciosa, you’re saying all the right things,” with one hand, he slides your dress up further, fingers teasing your slit. “It’s an honor to have this cunt all to myself.” 

Only then does he kiss you. It’s hungry, depraved. He sucks on your tongue, presses his lips hard into yours. The hand toying with your core moves to your hip, he squeezes your love handle, tugs you down as he thrusts his hips into the air. You cry out and he swallows the wanton sounds that rattle your throat. 

“That’s it, come for me,” he purrs, his hips pressing into yours. You grind down helplessly, aching to feel the hardness of him. Your ears begin to ring. Your body tingling and tensing while the taste of your nearing release stains your tongue. Your eyelids flutter closed, his lips once again drawing an aching nipple into his mouth. He sucks and sucks and sucks—and you finally break down, gushing and squeezing around nothing. You feel the wetness bleeding into the fabric, your legs shaking around where they frame his narrow hips, your head falls over and the soft locks of his hair soothe your burning cheeks. 

Javier is still moving against you. His cock painfully strained against his zipper, coated in your slick. Both his hands drop to your waist, squeezing as he finds your lips, giving you a tender kiss. 

He doesn’t say a word, his hand sneaking between your legs, he slips them under the elastic and pushes two between your folds. You swear you feel his cock throb when he realizes how wet you truly are. 

“Shit,” he breathes out. “Fuck, you really did come. Such a good girl,” he lifts your head by the chin and stares into your eyes, your pulse races again. “Good girl,” he repeats, watching as your lips tighten and eyes go wide. “You feel so good on top of me, making a mess out of these shitty pants. You come so pretty, querida.” 

“Javier,” you moan, your nipples tightening again. 

He pulls his fingers out out and tastes you in earnest, he moans around his fingers, “So sweet.” 

You moan again, the fire between your legs roaring to life. He cups your breasts and pushes them towards you, watching the way your eyes roll, “Let me fuck you in the backseat,” he says, as if you would ever say no to that. “I wanna see this ass bouncing on my cock.” 

No one ever mentions how awkward car sex can be, especially when you need to move around. 

You try not to show it to Javier but you have a sneaking suspicion your face is basically an open book. He slides to the back first, moving between the middle of the front seats. Moving around in a car already makes you awkward, it’s even worse when your tits are out in the open, moving side to side. 

But you guess it can’t be too bad since Javier is staring at them instead of you. 

“Is it bad that I want to play with them some more?” he chuckles.

“Definitely not,” you smile back, the light-hearted conversation gives you the courage to finally move between the seats. He quickly slides to the side, his lips on yours before you can even sit. He strokes his cock through his jeans, tongue dancing along yours, he sucks the air from your lungs. 

“Take off your dress,” he orders, watching, he unbuttons his jeans. You strip quickly, your body already aching to feel him deep inside you. He hums with approval when you’re bare to him, he doesn’t bother taking off his clothes, instead, he slightly pushes down his pants and frees his cock. 

A bead of precome glistens at the head, the head of his cock swollen, a hint of red adding color. He’s thick enough to have your pussy already throbbing. Your mouth waters. Javier wraps a hand around his length and pumps it under your lustful gaze, more precome gathers at the slit, slowly trickling down the side. Your breath hitches when you notice him smiling. 

“You want a taste?” 

You immediately lean down with your tongue out, sucking the tip, you clean him and push yourself further down. Your lips stretch around him deliciously. 

Javier doesn’t allow you to taste him further though, with his hand on your nape, he squeezes, “If you do that I’ll come in seconds.” You look up to him between lowered lashes. “And I’d rather come somewhere else, preciosa.” 

“How do you want me?” you ask, voice horse. 

“On all fours.” 

Again, a bit tricky because you have the constant fear your leg is going to slip and you’re going to fall, but the backseat is comfortable enough for that not to happen. His hands slide up your back and he holds you by the shoulders, bringing you close. His cock pushes between your thighs, parting your folds, your slick wets his cock, making the glide easier. 

“You know,” he says, his voice dropping dangerously. “Anyone could see us right now. Anyone who decides to drive by is gonna see us fucking.” 

You don’t expect yourself to clench at his words but you do, a soft whimper echoing from your lips. You can’t see it, but you know he’s smiling from ear to ear. “Does that turn you on, hermosa?” When you don’t answer, he leans closer, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, it turns me on too.” 

Pushing the tip of his cock into you, your chest begins to move with labored breaths. He buries himself to the hilt with ease. A loud moan escapes his lips as his hips are snug over your ass. Your elbows give way, your head dropping to the leather sheets. It feels too good, too full, too intense. Your body breaks in sweat, your body fluttering around and clamping desperately around his cock. His hands follow the curve of your back, laying on top of each ass cheek. 

“Love this ass,” he mutters. “Are you alright? Can I move?” 

“Y–Yeah,” you choke out, desperate. Javier begins to move. Slowly pulling back his hips, he slams into you, ripping a moan from your chest. The leather seats creak as he thrusts into you, his pace gradually picking up. Each time he snaps his hips forward, you feel like your world is spinning. He grips onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pounds into you.

“Come on, sweetheart, push those hips back. Prove to me how good you’re feeling on my cock.” 

All coherent thoughts leave your mind as you surrender yourself to the sensations. You meet his thrusts halfway, your body screaming at how deep he is. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your hard nipples grazing against the leather, it adds to your pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the car. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your neck as he groans your name.

You can feel the tension building up inside you, your body on fire. The coil in your stomach tightens, your legs starting to quiver, you gasp his name, barely able to breathe. “Come on my cock,” he commands, licking the start of your spine. Arousal pours between your legs, slick trickling down his cock. “Show me how good you are—” 

You cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around him. Your breathing is caught in your throat. You roll your hips desperately, begging him to fuck you harder, god deeper—he does. He hammers into you, groaning over and over about how much of a good girl you are. His praise short circuits your brain and another orgasm washes over you, softer this time, but still powerful, enough to have you dripping over the seats. 

Javier continues to thrust into you, chasing his own release. With one final deep thrust, he spills himself inside you, his body shuddering. He grinds his hips, pushing himself deeper until he’s dripping from where he stretches you. You moan his name, your lips moving against the leather. 

Both of you collapse onto the seats, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. Javier hugs you tight and pulls you up until you’re draped over his chest. You feel pleasantly lifeless, your lids heavy. He strokes your damp hair, fingers grazing over your cheek, he kisses your forehead. The gesture makes your heart swell.

“Mi preciosa, eso fue increíble, fuiste increíble.”

His words were said heavily as if he was barely keeping himself from falling asleep. You smile, burrowing yourself into his neck, you focus on the sweetness of the fleeting moment and not the come dripping out from between your legs. 

“You were the one that was incredible,” you sigh happily. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good in my life.” 

“Let’s just say it was a team effort then,” he grins but his smile quickly falters. “How the hell am I supposed to drive now, I need a nap.” 

“We could. . .” 

He sighs, “Sadly, I have work I need to get to.” 

“You never did tell me what you did for a living,” you muse. “Care to share?” 

His grin is back, lips curling mischievously, he looks you up and down. Your body shudders at the heat of his gaze. 

“We were busy doing other things,” he quickly gives you a peck on the cheek and reaches for your dress. “I’ll tell you later.” 

You pout a bit but shrug it off quickly as you take your dress. To each his own. If he wants to keep his job a secret, that’s fine. You just met him after all. And you’ll probably never see him again after you reach Medellín. 

The thought sours your mood. Turns your stomach. You don’t want to think about that. You don’t want to think about the end. You always did get attached too easily. 

With a sigh, you put on your dress and watch as Javier slides back to the front. You still have a couple more hours with him, you might as well make the best of it. 

The ride had been a pleasant one. You’re pretty sure you talked the poor man’s ear off but he talked a bunch too, telling you about his father, his hobbies—which weren’t a lot—and his dislikes about the city. You had listened with rapt attention, eating up every last detail. But still, you had no idea what he did for a living and refused to ask, not wanting to pry. 

Almost at Medellín, you notice a checkpoint ahead. Your eyes narrow for a better look and groan, these guys meant business, especially when cartels were on the rise. No matter how many times you batted your eyes, you know your bag is going to get checked along with Javier’s belongings. 

“Oh no,” you mutter, prompting Javier’s eyes to shift from the highway to you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I still have a couple of joints in my bag. If they search it I’m toast. They won’t let me go back.” 

You’re not sure why but he smiles, did he know the checkpoint would be here? Your heart drops and stomach lurches. 

“You’ll be fine,” he says, then he winks for good measure. “Trust me, querida. You won’t get into trouble.” 

You have your doubts but nod and lean back anyway. The car slows down as you approach the checkpoint, and you can feel the tension building up inside you. Javier pulls the car to a stop, and a stern-looking man walks up to Javier. The officer’s gaze lingers on you before turning to Javier. 

“Documentos e identificación.” 

“Hola,” he greets along with a short nod. “Soy Javier Peña, de la DEA. Estamos de paso.”

Your eyes grow wide when Javier shows his badge to the officer, your jaw nearly drops, blood rushing to your ears. You desperately have the urge to shake your head and yank the badge out of the officer’s hands to inspect it yourself. To feel it under your fingers. 

The officer nods and motions to the others to let you through, “Adelante, buen viaje.”

The car starts to move again and finally—finally, you allow your jaw to drop. 

“You’re DEA?” you ask, upper body rising up from your seat, your tone shrill. Javier doesn’t say anything but he does nod, eyes never leaving the road. “Oh my god,” you say. “Oh my god—why. . why didn’t you tell me? I—I smoked weed in your car! You could’ve arrested me at any given point—I. . . I—” I fucked a DEA agent. 

You drop back down, defeated. 

“You don’t need to worry about me arresting you,” he answers, smiling. “I would’ve if you were a threat but. . . I think we established that you aren’t.” 

“A bunch of criminals fuck with agents you know,” you snap, weirdly offended. “Just because we did it doesn’t mean I’m not dangerous.” 

“Do you want me to arrest you, hermosa?” 

Cuffs do sound tempting but you aren’t playing that game right now, “No. . .” 

“Good, we’re on the same page then,” he drums his thumbs against the steering wheel. “My intention wasn’t to trick you or anything. You already seemed miserable under the rain, waiting for that long. I didn’t want to stress you further. And you can’t really blame me for thinking like that when the second sentence you said was ‘do you want a joint’ you would’ve freaked out. Am I wrong?” 

“No,” you say, clearer this time. “I still feel embarrassed though.” 

“You’ll live.” Finally entering the city, he turns to you, meeting your gaze. It’s a bit ill-advised since he’s driving but you appreciate having his full attention. “Where should I drop you off?” 

Oh. 

“I. . actually don’t know. Do you know any good places to stay? A room I can book on short notice?” 

“You don’t have a place to stay?” 

“I’m a girl who was hitchhiking through a country I don’t know. Do I look like someone with a plan?” 

“Fair enough,” he says, eyes turning back to the road. “Well, this is going to sound weird but you can stay with me if you want to.” Before you can answer, he adds. “I have a spare room.”

Saying yes is easier than you thought. 

[saltylandland]

Every Creepy Vamp needs a Broken Good Girl 🦇🦇

Warnings: public sex, and I mean PUBLIC sex, reader gets perceived, the public judges reader more than paul bc yay 80s sexism 😃, overstimulation, cunilingus, noncon/dubcon, shotgun kisses, phantom sensations, sex while high kinda, Paul is a menace, and pussy drunk, the first part hinted at yandere stuff, rn we’re taking a sharp turn into it, the other boys are enabling little shits, Paul is somehow both delusional yet lucid? Even the rest of the boys are like ‘damn, Paul’

Ok so here are people who wanted a pt2 to every good girl needs a creepy vamp: @walt25 @thechaoticcurator @ri3lsc0tt

Nervously walking onto the boardwalk, you walk around meekly looking for Paul just like he instructed that fateful night. You made sure to avoid people you would recognize at school. After skipping a couple days to recover, someone finding you on the boardwalk now would definitely cause people to talk. Or, well, talk more.

An arm wraps around you snugly and pulls you into their chest. You almost hate how you could immediately tell who it is. His usual cologne and musk being drowned out more than usual by the thick cloud of weed surrounding him.

Sure enough, his usual lack of boundaries comes back full force as he grips your hair to plant a sloppy kiss against your mouth. Without warning, Paul blows smoke into your mouth, causing you to choke on it as you cough it out. Not before inhaling most of it.

Pinning you against the rail Paul greets you excitedly, but his darkened eyes were measuring your reactions as you smile meekly at him.

You really don’t remember doing much worth noting, Paul seemingly dragging you around like a prize, and being that obnoxious pda couple for a while until the concert catches your eye. He brings you to the boys who happened to be at the concert and introduces you, you recognize them as the boys who had to tear Paul off of you. They barely looked at you, whether that means they’re just not interested, but the tightening in Paul’s possessive grip sends another message. Climbing on to the rail, Paul stands behind you and rests his head on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

You all idled as they watched the concert going on, chatting a bit with each other as they went. This was the most comfortable you felt all night, the boys having such an off putting aura around them that people naturally drifted away from them. But of course that peace barely lasts. Paul was never one to stay still, his hands tapping to the beat of the song against your sides while he peppers kisses against your neck, occasionally nuzzling into you. But then you feel that familiar feeling. Cold, large hands seep into your clothes and touch your skin. You can feel Paul smile as you jump at the contact.

You whisper to Paul in protest but he only plays dumb, the rest of the boys shushing you when your voice gets louder and higher pitch. The hands grope at your body shamelessly, massaging at your tits until your nipples poked out, only to tug on them meanly. Hands pinch and squeeze at your ass as you feel the fabric of your panties get pulled taut against your pussy. The security that the boys presence provides could only do so much, when people start to glance over, Paul grabs your cheeks and holds your head in place to start making out. Swallowing the noises you made as the phantom fingers start to wiggle their way inside your pussy. Immediately gunning for the places that made you see stars and seize up. Your thighs clench around nothing, and for any bystander watching, it would just look like you’re a horny girlfriend getting hot and bothered by making out. That frustration in your chest only makes you burn brighter, your sensitivity hiking up higher and higher until Paul swallows your moans and pants as you tip over the edge.

If it were anyone else, that would be it. But Paul craves excess. As he holds you down against his chest he licks up your lips as you pant and keen quietly as the cool hands on your body don’t stop for a second. With fingers poking and rubbing at your clit, the hand that’s fingering you adds another finger, going faster and faster as you can feel a wet spot build in your shorts. With a shudder and a few stray tears shed, you came again, this time quietly panting as you belatedly notice the opening band wrap up their set.

The rest of the boys leave the railing when the new band comes on, sending Paul warning glances that he brushes off. Once they are out of sight, he pulls you off of the railing while keeping you facing the front. His hips dig into you as he suggested that you two go somewhere private. Naively thinking that you could put off his advances for a while longer, you say that you want to stay. Sharing a look with Paul, you didn’t realise until too late what you were ‘hinting’ at. With a shrug he turns back to the new band opening with the first song, still blocking you in against the railing.

Wasting no time Paul shoves his hand down your pants as people walk by and stop to peek at the concert. You startled out a sharp ‘Paul!’ Causes people around you to see Paul with his hand down your shorts.

Most turn back around like this has happened a lot with couples here, but none had been as shameless as Paul was. Some looked on with varying emotions. But Begging with your eyes to the ones looking at you with disgust didn’t try to help, seemingly had already reached the conclusion that this was intentional, but they didn’t look away.

The area wasn’t the main part of the boardwalk, so you didn’t have to worry about kids seeing even at 11pm, but it was still crowded as ever with drunk concert goers all around. Which gave you two an immediate audience.

Paul was busy kissing down your shoulder, going over every previous hickey and starting to make some new ones. The hand not shoved down your shorts, petting your sodden clothed pussy, was fondling your tits. His hips grinding against your ass.

Your protests were quiet, not wanting anymore attention on yourself. Pleading to go somewhere private, but Paul demands that you watch the concert and to let him work.

Pressing your chest against the rail, you could only grip onto it as Paul tugs down your shorts and underwear down to your knees. That was rather unnecessary and very much on purpose, as Paul only bothered to unbuckle his pants just enough to get his stiff cock out.

Swatting at your ass with increasingly humiliatingly loud smacks, Paul sinks into you a loud groan, in his own world as he rocks you slowly. The rail rocks along slightly with Paul’s thrusts, causing even more people to look over.

This scene was getting harder to ignore, with some leaving, sending annoyed glances to you, specifically to you. Others don’t even bother to ‘watch’ the concert anymore.

Paul holds you by the throat, keeping you upright and looking onto the faces around you, as he busies himself with your body. Thrusting faster, trying to hit deeper as his belt buckle stings against each smack of his hips. His other hand is going to drag against your clit just how you like it, just how he found out last time by playing with you until you screamed. The phantom hands have not stopped at all, going to squeeze at your tits and hook around your lips to make you drool over nothing. The perfect picturesque slut that the public is shaping you into. With an undignified squeal, you cum against Paul’s cock, but he barely bats an eye, only going harder as the aftershocks of your orgasm make you forget yourself. With breathless ’ah ah ah’s getting louder and pitchier as one of your hands goes to push at Paul’s stomach.

You hear whispers around you, a few whistles and cheers break through as if you were prime time entertainment. Through blurry eyes you see the cacophony of reactions around you. Girls looking on seem invested in your reactions, those with their boyfriends look on invested as well, but with hints of jealousy on their faces. Whether it was because their boyfriends were equally invested, or they were jealous that you had a ’boyfriend’ that made you cum. But with each moan, pant, and squeal you let out they hung onto everything. You see people squirm with each sloppy thrust, and some couples start to make out, still not daring to go as far as Paul’s pushing you.

Unwillingly scanning the crowd you look on with horror as you lock eyes with familiar faces in the crowd, and that’s exactly when you reach your second climax. Stuck in place your eyes barely leave them as you cum again, your eyes welling up in shame. This time Paul follows you, fucking you harder, he groans into your ear with a moan that would put any pornstar to shame. You could only hang your head as you knew that Paul was far from done, his still hard cock sliding in and out with increasingly loud ‘squelch’s as his hips meet yours without pause. You see the people you know watch this go on, not making any move to leave but you can tell they’re gossiping about you. They don’t go to school with you, not anymore at least, but they know most of the seniors, all of your friends. And you just know that this will be everywhere.

You can feel something inside your chest tighten, a small sob bubbling up in your throat as you mourn your ‘good girl’ reputation goodbye. It was literally being fucked out of you by the same kind of person you looked down on.

Only rubbing salt into the wound, Paul’s hand goes and grabs the back of your knee, peoples eyes zeroing on where you two were connected. Both of your cum mixing and starting to throth at your entrance, it was trailing down your thighs and pooling at your underwear.

You can feel another climax coming and you know that familiar feeling and what it will bring. Wanting to fight harder against it but you were too boneless to do anything but brace your hands against the rail. You think Paul senses it too, picking up his pace just slow enough to not give away something supernatural, but he attacks that volatile part inside of you mercilessly. You screech as you fully squirt all over the pavement as you can both feel and hear Paul cackle next to you, rubbing at your clit harder to make it more messy.

You were crying at this point, as you watch your audience gape at you and gasp, whistles come in again and Paul’s cock pulses inside you, cumming again but he was still, fucking, hard.

You rested your head against Paul’s chest as you mentally prepare yourself for the ceaseless fucking, but like cold water you feel his cock slip out and you were swiftly picked up Into a bridal style hold. Your cum soaked shorts and panties thrown onto your midriff as Paul runs away into the darker parts of the beach.

You belatedly notice Paul’s friends with him, scolding him about something, you only make out the word ‘security’ before you were placed onto an abandoned towel On one of the dark corners of the beach. Perhaps this was the ‘private area’ Paul offered beforehand, the little section of beach barely part of the boardwalk. The boys around you gather up firewood as Paul pries your thighs apart, mouthing at the trails of cum before he starts to nip at your swollen pussy.

Soon you were outlined by the light from the fire the boys created as they watched on, a bit exasperated and even becoming slightly perturbed by their friend’s obsession. Paul ignored everything else, moaning as he eats you out as you choke out his name between sobs, gasping for breath as your legs bunch up and a hand instinctively pushes at his head.

This did barely anything, as your arms were turned to jello at least three orgasms ago, but it encouraged Paul to drive his face deeper, his tongue lapping at your clit then burying itself into your cunny.

Whether it was mercy, or it was impatience, Paul didn’t force another orgasm just yet. Moving up your body to lap at you like a dog in heat. His normally cooler body heats up as he grinds his cock onto your pelvis eagerly. When his dick finally catches onto your entrance, he wastes no time sliding back into you with a satisfied moan.

With no music in the background, the noises that come out between your bodies echo into the night as your bodies slap against each other lewdly.

You moan abashedly not having the strength anymore but to lie down and take what Paul gives you. His hands grab at your ass as he bends over to lap at your sweaty skin, sucking at your tits with loud embarrassing ‘pop’s and using his mouth to pull at your nipples.

You lose track of time, only feeling a sudden rush as you are pushed from climax into climax.

Falling asleep, you didn’t know that it would be your last day on the boardwalk, or in public for quite awhile.

[sneakyboymerlin]

Heeeeeyyyyy it’s ur boy uh. Skinny penice.

If any of you lovelies wanna help me get my mom’s account out of the negatives, I would be eternally grateful.

Her account is around -$300 after the bills got taken out, we’re just trying not to rack up any late fees at this point ✨ any money will go to getting her account out of the negatives or else paying off the fees as they add up. She’s already been in the negatives for 2 or 3 days because she tried to “fix it herself” without telling me (I only found out because I happened to see her bank app).

Her car’s engine also stopped and we can’t afford a rental so I have to drive her to and from work myself (a 40 minute drive each way, I will be making the 80 minute drive twice today so I can go to my own job). I don’t get paid until Thursday and the only thing I can afford rn is gas.

I just had to pay $500 to get my own car out of the shop after almost 2 months since someone tried to steal it in September (all the parts they needed were on back order) and the dude who tried to take it for a joy ride gets to pay it back in small increments (when a white boy does it for fun, they give him every excuse) which means I’m out $500.

I wanted to attend my community college this upcoming semester but I’m just going to have to skip again if this keeps up, which I really don’t want to do because of pressure from my sister to get a degree or apprenticeship. She won’t help my mom in order to “punish her” but it really just punishes me. My mom has been hiding her finances from me ever since my dad died, resulting in things like my car (the car is under her name & insurance but my dad gave it to me) getting repossessed during the summer (we were able to get it back luckily) and the internet getting shut off. She lied about where the money I paid her was going, paid for her own car + insurance instead and let my car get repossessed. My finances and well-being are entirely dependent on her bank account, and she is consistently dishonest about where our money goes, and then funnels any money I make into her account. She also tries to buy frivolous things we don’t need when she runs out of money + tries to force me to buy those things for her and is only frugal when spending her own paycheck. Everyone I have explained the situation to tells me that I am being financially abused, and I cannot find a way out of it besides moving out, but I can’t afford to do that and I can’t leave my pets behind.

I was also trying to pay off my phone and late bills to T-Mobile so we could switch over to a cheaper company but I can’t make any progress on this because we can’t afford to pay anything off before the next month rolls over and we get charged yet again (when T-Mobile bought Sprint they started charging us out the ass). The electric bill is also going to be unsustainable this winter, our heater doesn’t work half the time so we have space heaters but that’s it for us + our 4 cats + 1 dog.

I’m also supposed to be going to the doctor’s to get a diagnosis (probably EDS), physical and mental therapy, etc. but I have to go through multiple doctors and institutions(?) to do this, which is pretty much impossible when you’re sharing 1 car between 2 people and are the only one with any gas money (which is gonna go FAST). I also do not want my mom to know under any circumstances if I attend mental therapy.

And there’s always more but I don’t have time to continue on

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[jaeclerc]

my maxiel demon WIP that is mostly just vibes rn LOLLLL but i wanted to share:

if max had known that having gay sex in the catholic church would have cursed him to an eternity of bullshit, he would’ve just gone to confession and prayed away the gay like the rest of his peers. but instead he decided to fuck in one of the confession stalls in the mid 80s and then pass away shortly afterwards from a very untimely grape to the airway, which cursed him to an eternity of doing the devil’s bidding. the devil liked to call himself daniel, but max hated calling the devil anything other than The Devil because if he gave him a name then maybe he’d be a bit more personable. max would have to admit that daniel (the devil) wasn’t too bad of a guy.

he himself told max that he didn’t tempt him to fuck in a church, he didn’t even have time to deal with max, too busy dealing with actual sinners. max was just gay and had an insane amount of catholic guilt. but hell was punishment and max’s punishment was to be the dynamic demon duo with another gay 19 year old, only this one was from monaco and obnoxious. he had apparently committed the sin of fucking the priest and then managed to have a very early in life heart attack.

(“he was so hot, max. i had to!”)

max had been working with charles for 40 years. that’s a long time to spend with someone when both of you had passed away at 19 and were forever demon-ized in those bodies and minds. if he looked super deep within he could even admit that charles was his best friend.

daniel, the devil, had them working on the sinner example enforcement division (SEED for short much to max’s chagrin), going out and seducing Actual Real Life Sinners in order to entrap them and enforce that they made terrible mistakes that were actually important to the devil. like trafficking and abusing people. many of them, much to charles’ chagrin and disgust, resided in monaco, which meant that max and charles had to go there often to perform their jobs. they often donned the skins of socialites in order to properly entrap them.

daniel, despite popular opinion, was not the ever eternal enticer but rather the ever eternal enforcer. he was not the opposite of the upside (what he called Heaven) but actually their guard dog, making sure that humans didn’t stomp over each other’s free will. in the event they did, they were swiftly met with punishment, one that hopefully set them straight enough to run tail tucked back to church and having morals.

he sent charles and max out to do the dirty work before he came in, dressed like the worst millennial one has ever seen and met. he was always floating for some reason, maybe to really pack the punch that he was The Devil and he was alive (kinda) to deliver holy justice.

often, the Big Sinners would proverbially spit in his face and brag about what they’ve done. that usually brought in the wrath of daniel, red horns sprouting, tail whipping faster than a human eye can see as he struck them, lashing them. the end of his tail was like a hot poker, searing into their skin and lasting longer than humanly possible.

most gave in after that; some didn’t. so he would lash them again, telling them to repent. if they didn’t repent, he would continue to do it until they did or until their soul joined the three of them, which they would drag back to Hell and throw into the fiery pits.

while charles and max had committed sins, they never hurt anyone. they just offended God. that’s why they were demons rather than spirits, they had the ability to exist even if they had already passed. most souls that came to Hell were souls that needed to be sent up the upside, a few were those who needed to be sent to neutral grounds while the angel courts debated their lives. an even smaller few were those who needed to actually be thrown into the pits. the smallest few would be turned into either angels or demons.

when max met his first angel, a boy named lando, he was shocked to learn that lando was also gay, like him and charles. and had acted upon it. the difference was that he had not offended God, but rather had acted graciously in his name for his entire short life.

max was even more shocked to learn that daniel had selected both him and charles to be demons.

(“i had a soft spot for you both! two gay boys who had both done something homosexual and personally offended toto within days of each other. and then died? sign me up!” god presented himself as a 6’5 austrian dilf. it was very odd, the first time max had met him. god was hot.)

the minor Big Sinners would usually just shit themselves at the appearance of daniel, even without his horns and with his dorky backwards hat. but the whole floating bit did probably help, as well as his candy red tail being held up menacingly, threatening even if daniel had his dimples out and smile on. max doesn’t know if he’d personally be scared of daniel in that form, but he thinks he’s probably biased based off the fact that he watched daniel sob over the notebook a few too many times to count.

(charles tells max that it’s actually probably because he wants to have sex with daniel. charles doesn’t know what he’s talking about. max tells him so, but charles counters that he has a boyfriend and max doesn’t. max personally thinks that the angel that charles fucked after a session of angel court doesn’t count, but who is he to actually say. that angel has been around for like. at least 10 years.

actually max is pretty sure that the angel, who has a name that max refuses to ever acknowledge that he remembers, has been living with them for the past 5 years. he does see sebastian often. like every day after his shift as daniel’s PA.)

their duties after they repent are usually done. some of them take another enforcement session. most of them have the fear of toto put into them and don’t ever commit a big enough sin to ping on their radar.

most of being a demon is just: sit around with charles, being daniel’s assistant, and enforcing the laws of heaven. it’s pretty boring, which is probably the actual punishment to his offense of toto. he gets to be out of his mind bored for eternity or until daniel dies. daniel is a young devil incarnation, but he’s still going to die someday, once society has evolved for a new god, devil, and court. the demons that he created will go with him. nobody wants to serve a new master, especially demons. especially max.

if he reaches deep down, even past the part that admits charles is actually his best friend, he sees that he quite likes daniel. daniel made sure that he always had a friend, daniel always made sure that he knew that his sin wasn’t being gay, it was fucking in a church, and he made sure that max felt comfortable in his after-life. as comfortable as a demon could feel.

if he reached the deepest, most barren hidden parts of himself, he could admit that he wanted to kiss daniel. what type of demon decides that he wants to fuck the devil? not for power but just because he thinks that The Devil is quite sweet and always makes him laugh.

The Devil is delightfully immature while also guiding max through the after life and an infinity of service to the heavens and earth with a maturity that surprises.

max had once asked daniel when he had become The Devil. daniel had looked away before saying he wasn’t exactly sure of the year because it was the middle of the war. the war to end all wars, and he was deep in it, fighting in the Australian army when he got taken. he woke up to toto staring at him with a curled lip and rolled eyes, muttering about the previous devil and his choice of a protégé. he was the new incarnation, as there was a new extreme evil that had been brewing. they never really said what but it was easy to tell the implications, the way the world had seemed to be falling apart.

corporate greed and exploitation was probably what called about a new incarnation, of god, the devil, and all the heavenly figures. who knew, for sure? all they could say was that the universe had decided that it was time, and when it was time for them to go, they would know.

daniel had seen the way the world moves. the way it evolved and devolved. it reflected on his bright red eyes, the mirroring of the flames. that was also the natural appearance of the devil, a reflection of fire in cherry red eyes, but daniel’s eyes always seemed to take on more a brown tint when he spoke of his past, turning slightly sad and dark.

and then he cracked a dick joke and max laughed so hard he wheezed and these moments were over, but max imagines that it probably made his heart ache when he saw how his death, the death of his peers, and those he killed were all for nothing with the second war came. and then all the wars after that. the way the world changed vastly with the evolution of human invention, creating ways for humanity to become even more depraved. ways for humans to suffer even more.

[conniemb]

Cardfight Vanguard Rant because I want to love this series so bad but life apparently doesn't want me to.

For reference I live in Ireland for some geographical context.

I feel like cardfight vanguard is one of the hardest shit to get into without spending like a lot of money on it unless I'm just being dumb which I hope is the case honestly cuz I love this series.

Like I spent over an hour looking for somewhere to read the original manga and I can't find anywhere that has above the 5th chapter translated which doesn't make any sense because there's an official translated print of the manga which I can still buy but I don't have 120 euro to drop on a manga series rn lol.

Also like I know bushiroad is struggling as a company but who was gonna tell me they closed the servers for vanguard zero last year????? Now there's no mobile game coverage for the series at all which I feel like is a big blow to people that might not have a huge vanguard community to play with as that was probably their only way to get some acc playtime in. Now there is the overdress game which I do actually really wanna get some time but it's like 80 euros and that's not amount I can jus pull out of my ass either.

Having the anime for overdress readily available on YouTube is huge honestly and probably a big part of why I haven't dropped the series yet as a whole lmao so that's great but I feel like that's the only good thing theyve done for it in the last while.

Now idk I could be wrong I know vanguard has never been a popular card game in my area it's always struggled none of my local card shops stock vanguard anymore (which again adds to the cost as I need to outsource all my cards) and I haven't met a single soul id be able to play with around here but if other people's experience with it is different I'd love to hear it.

Vanguard is a series that's always had a very permanent place in my heart I still remember being at my freinds house and stumbling onto the series by accident while doom scrolling through crunchy roll trying to find something to watch and immediately fell in love with the series, i still have all my original starter decks which are probably extremely obsolete now lmao but I love looking at them all the same. Out of the new products I have the danji starter deck for overdress I love the vibes of dark states. But yeah if anyone has tips on how to get more into the scene or has had a similar experience with it id love to talk about it and make some friends who're also into vanguard! Gonna be honest my limit of vanguard above base level is really limited because of the on and offness with which I approached the series for the above reasons but I wanna COMMMITTTT I WANNA LEARNNNNN. Or even if I'm just doing stuff wrong and looking in the wrong places like pls let me know.

Anyways cardfight blogs pls interact I love y'all 💖💖💖

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.3

First Part Next Part

It’s about damn time I made part 3, and this is, once again, less headcanons and more just Guy interrupting Honey’s stream

Okay so, we’ve talked about how Honey’s fan base likes to theorize on their and Guy’s relationship. Some fans think they have mutual crushes on one another, some think they’re secretly dating, some think they’re just roommates.

Chat asks Honey questions about their love life all the time, and Honey has fun by always giving vague answers.

Even Guy has joined in on occasion.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

★someone donated $1★

HoneysHeaven: are you single??

"Guy, what the actual fuck."

Answer the damn question 👁️👁️

Not him flirting in front of 176k people 🤣🤣

HoneysHeaven: are you though??

My man's is just shooting his shot, give him a break

Honey pinches the bridge of their nose and sighs, though the way the corner of their mouth twitches upward is poorly hidden. "No, I'm not single."

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

✍️[Honey]✍️is✍️not✍️single✍️

OH SO NOW WE GET A STRAIGHT ANSWER

OOOOHHHH B))))))

CLIP FOR PROOF CLIP FOR PROOF NO TAKE BACKS

📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸📸

Wait but is Guy single?

That's the real question ^^^

HoneysHeaven: I'm dating the most loving, caring, sweetest person in the world 🥰🥰

AAWWWWW

IM GONNA BARF

So not [Honey] then?

XD

HES SO WHOLESOME OMFG

AGSKSGSKDGDKF

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SOMEONE SAID SO NOT [HONEY] THEN 😂😂😂😂😂😂

LMAOOO

DAMN BRO WHO PISSED IN YOUR CHEERIOS???

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And even when he's not there, Chat often speaks on his behalf.

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★someone donated $5★

When are you going to ask out your roommate?

"I don't have a roommate."

Machoke? More like choke me-

YES YOU DO??

tf

LIAR LIAR PLANTS FOR HIRE

Who the hell is that dude in your house then 🤨🤨🤨🤨

GUY THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT GUY WHEN ARE YOU GONNA ASK OUT GUY

THIS IS BULLSHIT WE CANT TAKE THEIR WORD FOR IT

Is Guy in the chat rn?? We need to check your sources

"I am not lying, I swear on my goldfish's grave. Guy isn't my roommate, he's just some stray that followed me home one day and now he won't fucking leave."

Ouch

THAT WHY HE LOOK LIKE A WET NOODLE??

Nah nah, we all know you keep him around on purpose 😏😏😏

WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE-

A WET NOODLE!? EXCUSE ME!?

★someone donated $20★

Go ask Guy out right now and I'll give you another 80 dollars

Honey scrunches their nose and hums, as if thinking, "I'd love to, but... Guy isn't here right now."

NOOOO WE WERE SO CLOSE

BRIBERY WORKS BUT AT THE WORST OF TIMES

Where is he???? He's not supposed to be outside all alone :(

YOU'D LOVE TO??? 👀👀👀👀

WHAT THEN CALL HIM OR SMTH

YES

CALL HIM

PUT HIM ON SPEAKER SO WE CAN SAY HI

"wha- I can't just call him, he's at work. Do you guys want him to get fired?"

NO

No

Change of plans, we can wait until next stream

We'll get 'em next time boys

It's for the best, no one wants to get asked out over the phone

True true

Teaching [Honey] How to Flirt; Lesson 152: don't ask someone out over the phone

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★someone donated $10★

Is Guy there?

"yeah...?"

★someone donated $70★

Cool cool heres the last of that 100 I promised you, now go ASK GUY OUT

OMGOMGOMG

ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM

AAAAAAHHHHHHH

I SAID STAY FUCKING CALM

AAHLFVAKCBGSNAFAGRCKXN

Sorry

YES YES YES YES YES

👁️👁️🤳 I'm ready and waiting

Honey smirks, and pulls off their headphones. They get out of their chair and open the door to the hallway.

They then sit back down in their chair, yell "GUUYY" (which has him stumbling over himself because they never yell for him like that), and wait.

Guy rushes to Honey, but stops short of entering the room when Honey puts their hand out, "no, no, don't come in, I'm still streaming."

Guy puts a hand over his heart and let's out a breath, "holy shit, Honey, I thought you were being murdered or something." Then he laughs that adorable laugh of his because he's so precious.

Honey can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles up in their throat, "no, I'm fine. Chat just wanted me to ask you something."

Honey spared a quick glance at their monitor, biting their lip to try and hide the devilish smirk that was forming across their features.

ITS HIM ITS HIM

MY BOOOYYYY

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRDDDHDHHDJJ

What the hell is happening to you people y'all need some jesus tf 🛐✝️✝️

THIS IS IT THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

I DONT NEED JESUS I NEED A FUCKING STRAIGHT JACKET HOOOOOOOWWEEEEEEEEEE

Oh my god 🙊🙊🙊

🎶the best time to wear a striped sweaterrrrr🎶

Guy giggles, "what?"

Honey fails at their weak attempt to hide their smile, biting their tongue as a last ditch effort before giving way, "get out."

Guy laughs through his words, a more confused tone taking place as he repeats his last question, "what?"

Honey stands from their chair again, and leans against the open door. The way it opens inward perfectly covers Guy from view of the camera.

They lean in, a loving smile splaying their lips and lighting up their eyes as they grasp the collar of his shirt to pull him in.

Chat can't see how their faces are only inches apart, they can only hear how Guy let's out a sound of surprise.

Honey plants a chaste kiss on the corner of Guy's mouth and then loosens their grip on his collar in exchange for placing their hand flat on his chest.

Chat can only hear Honey repeat, "get out," when they gently shove Guy backwards so they can close the door again. Their face displays a cheeky grin as they stifle a soft laugh at the sound of a very flustered, and probably offended, Guy.

Then they sit back in their chair and turn their attention back to their stream.

WHAT THE ACTUALLY FRICK WAS THAT??

NOOOOOOOO

DONT GO BACK TO PLAYING UNDERTALE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW

★someone donated $20★

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO ASK HIM OUT??

Honey feigned confusion as they quirked an eyebrow at the message, "I did ask him out."

NO TF YOU DID NOT

They did not just say that

I

Want

To

Murder

GODDAMNIT

Calm down satan

THIS IS TOO CRUEL EVEN FOR YOU

NOOOO HE SOUNDED SO CONFUSED 😭😭

"I really don't understand what you guys are talking about. I asked him to get out, that's what you all wanted."

MOTHERFU-

THAT IS NOT WHAT ASKING SOMEONE OUT MEANS AND YOU KNOW IT

Teaching [Honey] How to Flirt; Lesson 153: asking someone out means to ask someone on a date

SHUT UP

THEY ALREADY KNOW THAT THEY'RE JUST MEAN

I want my 100 dollars back /hj

[Honey] is deceitful and finds joy in manipulating the emotions of others. I believe they may be some kind of sadist.

Kinky

Y'all need to chill fr

GUYS GUYS LOOK SOMEONE CLIPPED IT HE CALLED THEM HONEY 🥺🥺

"oh, shi-"

—

Honey has adjusted their streaming schedule to line up with Guy's work schedule. This way, he will interrupt them less.

It's a win win for the both of them, because when Guy gets home after a day at work, all he wants is love and affection which he cannot get if his honey is streaming.

But there are times when the stream goes on longer than expected, or Guy gets off early.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey was playing Life is Strange when they heard the front door open. They paused for a moment, expecting to hear Guy's usual "Honey, I'm home" call to announce his presence.

But it didn't come.

They paused the game and lowered their headphones, confusion evident on their face as they turned in their chair slightly, listening to the sounds of Guy putting down his work bag and taking off his shoes.

When the noises stopped, Honey assumed Guy must've just had a long day. They decided they'd check on him after they wrapped up this stream.

A few minutes went by; Honey had nearly forgotten Guy was home, it was so quiet.

★someone donated $1★

HoneysHeaven: Honeeyyy :(

There he is.

The way he typed out their nickname and added a frowny face made them feel soft, and they practically had to physically restrain themself from going, "what, baby?"

Instead they said, "what is it, Guy?"

awwww

He's calling them Honey 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Who made our boy sad??

HoneysHeaven: I'm dyiiing :((

I want to kiss chloe so bad u have no idea

WHAT

OH NO 😰

SOMEONE CALL 911 🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑

NO GOD PLEASE TAKE ME INSTEAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honey left the room without a second thought, their feet leading them straight to where Guy had bundled himself up on the couch. The TV was on, playing the cartoon network channel for some reason, and the lights were off save for a table lamp.

Holding his phone in front of his face while he lay on his side, he turned to look at Honey when he heard their footsteps.

His hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Honeeyyy," he pouted, his voice coming out strained and scratchy.

Guy had come home sick.

They checked his temperature, got him a cold cloth, brought him medicine, and basically played nurse before finally returning to their stream.

They'd only been gone for 15 minutes.

WHAT DO WE DO WHAT DO WE DO

OH GOD THIS IS TERRIBLE

WE HAVE TO SAVE THEM THATS WHAT WE HAVE TO DO

EVERYONE CALM DOWN

WE GOTTA CALL THE NAVY

What is happening?

I CANT TAKE THIS THE STRESS IS TOO MUCH

I hope Guy is ok 😭

THE ROBOTS ARE RUNNING THE NAVY

NOT THE NAVY 😰😰😰😰😰😰

Guys I'm getting in my helicopter, who wants a ride?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ME

ME

ME TOO

🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

WAIT EVERYONE THEYRE BACK

Honey gets back to find the chat in utter chaos, but they assure them that everything is fine. Guy is just dramatic.

Things went back to normal for about half an hour.

But then the door opened, and two hands appeared, just in view, flat on the floor.

Honey turns around to see this, "Guy, what are you doing?"

They only get a tired groan, that sounds more like a whine, in response.

Oh nooooo 🥺🥺

Our boy is sicky ☹️☹️☹️

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I'll get the rabies shot ready

Honey crouches in front of Guy, who is sprawled out face first on the floor. "Are you wearing my hoodie again?"

Another hum of discomfort. He really isn't feeling well.

They place their hand on his head and pet his hair, tilting their head slightly and speaking in a low voice, "what do you need, baby?"

Guy made "hmph" noise, and tapped his hands which were still stretched out in front of him.

Honey stood, and made their way back over to their computer.

Hope he gets better soon ❤️

Aw my goodness he's wearing their hoodie 😍😍

I'm sick too me and guy are twinsies fr

Are we just gonna ignore that th-

They ended the stream. They don't have time to do their regular sign off, they have a sick Guy to take care of.

[crinkled-emotions]

If you're taking requests from that list you posted for this weekend could I please ask for 6 and 19, maybe for Bradley, or whoever you prefer? I really don't mind xx

I'm so excited for everything you're working on!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love this, thanks so much for your patience!!

Those that have sent in requests and I haven't posted them yet- I'm going through some mega writer's block rn but hopefully it'll clear up soon. I do have fics coming soon!

Did I have to make this Hangster? No. Did I make it Hangster?

6. Mumbling into their chest "just hold me" and 19. "that was just a nightmare, it's all okay.

-

Wrapping his arms around Bradley's waist, Jake gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. In the dark kitchen, shadows from the moon covering them, Bradley looked... tired. Haunted.

"Hey, it's late... early. Are you okay?"

He already knew the answer. Bradley may have been facing the window into their backyard, stone-faced and silent as he leaned on the kitchen sink, but his hands shook when he reached for Jake's and he refused to turn his head. Jake slipped his hand up the back of Bradley's sleep shirt, rubbing his hand over his lower back. He'd always done it, even way back when they'd tried this the first time.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope," Bradley murmured, apparently out of his trance now. His shoulders remained tense, his eyes forward, but the more Jake moved his hand the more he began to relax.

"Come back to bed with me," Jake finally whispered softly. Bradley opened his mouth to hesitate, or complain, maybe even start an argument, but his entire body fell forward and he nodded numbly. He let Jake take him by the hand and lead him back upstairs.

"Try to get some sleep, Roos. I love you."

As Bradley rolled on to his side facing away from Jake, he heard the murmured love you too and Jake sighed, burying against the pillow.

-

The next morning Hangman was on a mission. He kissed Rooster goodbye at the Bronco and beelined for the ready room while Rooster headed for his office to make a start on some paperwork. Of course Maverick was standing by the coffee machine, reading a text while he waited for the liquid gold to brew.

"Mav," Hangman called out. Maverick pocketed his phone, glancing up.

"Hangman, good morning. Have you spoken to-"

"-something's wrong."

Maverick cocked an eyebrow, leaning in to whisper to Hangman conspiratorially.

"Jake; my godson picked you, something must be wrong."

"It's Bradley, sir. Something's wrong with Bradley."

The amused, jovial glint to Maverick's eyes dulled and his eyebrows knitted together. The lines by his eyes, usually indicating a cheeky smile or a mischievous act, now indicated concern.

"Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I woke up and the bed was cold, so I went looking for him. He was standing by the kitchen window and it was 4am, he- he was- he was shaking. Because he's Bradley, he didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to tell me what was wrong, so I- I dragged him back to bed, and he kissed me goodnight, but I think he pretended to be asleep so I didn't bring it up again."

"What about this morning, before work?"

"Same thing; I got up at 6, he pretended he slept in and then he rushed to get ready."

Jake frowned, thinking of the Bronco.

"He blasted 80's music the whole way here."

Maverick winced.

"Okay, that's bad news. Alright, keep an eye on him today. In a professional capacity I can only ground him but that's a last resort. As his godfather, though..."

Maverick suddenly looked like he'd aged about twenty years, and Jake felt that. He hadn't slept all that well after peeling Bradley off the kitchen sink, wanting to listen in case he said something or needed comfort. He knew Bradley reached for his phone somewhere around 5am and had scrolled on tiktok for a bit, but when Jake's alarm went off at 6 he was back to pretending to be asleep. He didn't have the heart to tell him to get up, so when the clock hit 7 and Jake was starting to think Bradley was staying home he'd gone back upstairs to find him frantically getting ready for the day.

"I'll talk to him if I can catch him long enough. At the very least, it'll piss him off enough he'll go to you."

Ah, Maverick. Ever the optimist.

"Thanks, Mav. I really appreciate it. I wouldn't usually do this, I just- I'm worried about him, y'know?"

"I do."

Maverick squeezed Hangman's arm, clearing his throat.

"I think we burned the coffee."

"Fuck."

-

Maverick knocked on Rooster's office door, poking his head in and sending him a smile.

"Hey, Roos. Got a minute?"

"Only a minute."

Ooh, grumpy pants. Maverick had dealt with worse. Seventeen year old Bradley Bradshaw had been a force of nature... and grief.

Maverick sat on one of the chairs in front of Rooster's desk, clearing his throat.

"Can I ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Is everything okay?"

Rooster huffed, closing the file he'd been writing in as he clenched his fists.

"You talked to Jake?"

"Jake and I had a conversation about someone we love."

"Fantastic. You already know what's going on; what's your prognosis, Doctor Maverick?"

"I don't know. What do you think is going on, Bradley?"

Rooster shrugged, brown eyes firm as he stared his godfather down.

"Was that all, sir?"

"Yeah, Roos, that's all."

"Okay. I need to finish this report."

Maverick knew when he'd been shown the door, despite what others said. He stood, pausing before he exited.

"Hey, Bradley; Jake and I, and the others, we're here for you, okay? No matter what it is, how stupid it feels; you can come to us."

"Thanks, Maverick."

-

Jake had been asleep all of thirty seconds when he felt hands on his shoulders, frantically shaking him.

"Jake, wake up. Wake up."

His eyes opened and he looked around the room, finally finding Bradley in the darkness.

"Babe? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I can't breathe."

Jake frowned, sitting up in bed as he reached for the lamp on his nightstand.

"What?"

With the haze of sleep gone from his mind, he took in Bradley and immediately moved, pulling Bradley to the side of the bed and making him put his feet on the cold floor of their bedroom. With his hand on his partner's back, Jake gently guided him to put his head between his knees.

"Darlin', you can breathe. I think you're having a panic attack, it's okay. I'm right here."

"Jake," Bradley sobbed, one hand reaching up for his boyfriend. Jake grasped it, pressing kisses to his knuckles.

"I know B, I know. It's okay, I'm right here."

For half an hour Jake listened to Bradley gasp for air, sobbing occasionally when it got too much and he couldn't keep it down anymore. When Jake went to shift, stretch his legs considering he'd been sitting in an awkward position since he woke up, Bradley's head had shot up and he reached for Jake, eyes searching for any sign that he was safe.

"Roos, I'm staying, I had a cramp. Do you feel up to lying down?"

After a moment, Bradley slowly nodded. Jake pulled the covers back, damp with sweat, and instead pulled a blanket from the box on the end of the bed. Gently covering Bradley with it, he put a hand on his cheek.

"Okay?"

"Can I tell you about it without you losing your shit?"

Jake snorted, fondly running a hand through his boyfriend's hair.

"I'm worried about you, not angry. If you want to tell me, I'll listen."

Bradley lifted the blanket slightly and Jake got the idea, sliding in with him. His boyfriend, despite his panic, was warm and firm and still the best person to snuggle with despite snoring like a chainsaw.

Listen, we can't all sleep peacefully.

"It started last week. I- I woke up, and... and I could smell smoke. See smoke."

Jake kept his eyes on his boyfriend, sensing the way his body became tense and then relaxed when he could feel Jake's hand on his side.

"I looked over and... I dunno, I think you were in the bathroom, but I couldn't see you. I was so tired, I thought..."

"Oh, Roos..."

Jake scooted closer, surprised at the way that his own chest hurt. Bradley's eyes fell closed against his shoulder and his hands tightened their grip on his shirt.

"M'sorry I couldn't tell you. Ever since then, every time I try to sleep... I just see smoke, and you yelling over comms, and I dream of your jet going down. I've never had this before, I don't- I don't know what to do with it."

"It was just a nightmare, Roos. It's all okay."

Jake pulled away from their hug, brushing a hand over Bradley's cheek. As Bradley's shoulders relaxed, he buried back in against Jake.

"I think we're supposed to talk about it before it gets to this point."

Jake snorted.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good."

Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

"We should change the sheets... get you cleaned up."

"Just... stay. We can do it in the morning."

Bradley gently pushed Jake on to his back, practically covering him from head to toe.

"Are you gonna be here in the morning?"

"Yeah, Roos. Get some sleep, we'll talk later."

-

Jake woke up the next morning, sighing in relief at the sound of snoring in his ear. He reached up, brushing his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

-

[maitanii]

SHINICHIRO HEADCANONS

an: im really busy rn but this man has been on my mind lately 24/7, so there we go

— He loves music from the 80s. It doesn't matter where the song comes from, he vibes with it.

— He wasn't the most respectful person towards girls while he was a teen, but he changed a lot when Emma started to grow up. He began to look at things with a different perspective, realizing that he must have made more than one girl feel uncomfy.

— When he's drunk, he starts to tell his friends how amazing they are.

— I know it's canon, but he's good with kids, and he likes kids. Definitely has dreams about starting a family.

— Talking about kids, he loves spending time with Manjiro He complains a lot about him, but when he hasn't heard from him for 1 hour, he starts to get worried.

— One time when he was picking up Mikey and Emma from school, he flirted with a single mother. His siblings were gagging at the sight.

— Lost his virginity when he was 21. The girl was his first girlfriend. They both had fun and were laughing the whole time.

— He's bi: he likes women and Wakasa. He came to the conclusion after trying to flirt with him one night at the bar (realizing later that the lady with nice eyelashes was actually his friend).

— He met Inui one day he was walking to his shop and saw the blonde looking at the bikes with sparkles in his eyes. He asked him if he wanted to come in and watch the bikes closer and Seishu nodded. Once they were inside, Shinichiro started to work feeling Inupi's eyes on him through the entire process of fixing a bike. Weeks later, Inui started to ask him questions about motors and stuff, and Shin realized that the guy was actually a fast learner. A friendship was born.

— He loves sitcoms.

— When his Black Dragon era was over, he intended to keep his hairstyle, only for Emma to tell him if he was planning to die without a wife. Needless to say, he changed his hair a week later.

— His eating habits are really bad, and Emma always tries to include vegetables on his meals without him noticing.

— He started to smoke really young.

— When Emma started to go out with her friends, he always picked her up from wherever she was. And if her friends, needed a ride home, he was up to it. He wasn't successful with girls of his age, but with 13 y/o girls? An absolute heartthrob.

— His love language is physical contact (and quality time!).

— Before he goes on a date, he needs the outfit approval made by Inupi and Emma.

— He is a good person. But sometimes he is way too selfless.

[ginga-snappd-offical]

Who are the artists that you love on here?

I want you to know this is the narrowed down list:

General artists:

@doekis (has a lot of soft 80s inspired cartoon art (think carebears, classic mlp, etc.)) their works are like cotton candy on silk canvas to the eyes, they’re so so SO pretty and cute.

@nicktoonsunite (aka izbubbles) the expansion to the nicktoons cinematic universe I didn’t know I needed but now that I have it, I am in love with it.

@graskip pretty use of colors and visual textures, a very maximalist use of short hand indicators on simple silhouettes that elegantly balance each other out. Their work is the closest thing to touching grass if that makes sense.

@ferretrix I forgot why I followed them and then scrolled down, and oh my goodness their comics? Their colors??? Their sketchy thick lines that make me wanna go feral???? Good stuff, check them out

@mutiniir followed for the epithet erased fan characters, stayed for the shoes with gun heels. They are incredibly talented, and have a fun and fantastic writing style.

@speyerboot everything cute, colorful, and just Shaped ™️ their works are super fun, they made that one epithet erased avatar maker (I can’t for the life of me remember the site rn), really good stuff!

@yamujiburo I don’t think they require a shoutout from me, but they’re a storyboard artist and director on Big City Greens, they make a lot of cute shipping art of Jessie and Ash’s mom which is both wholesome and hilarious, and I just think they’re neat :)

@k-eke animations right? But they’re animals. And they’re done on the FLIPNOTE APP ON THE NINTENDO DSI. Howwwwww??????? They’re fantastic with expressions, weight, and follow through in technical terms, and have a very funny sense of humor with their works.

@amberluvsbugs an old coworker, has The Most Talent, is currently working with Mob Entertainment, they know a lot about moths and have this elegant, whispy style to their work that the rococo period could only DREAM of replicating.

I Found During My Nuzlocke Phase:

@pettyartist I think they made the first comic I ever read in highschool, and while they don’t do it anymore I still keep up with their works.

@protocol00 was also one of the first comics I read, their artstyle changed dramatically overtime for the better, they’ve had a lot of improvement over the years! They don’t post as often any more so it’s like a delicious morsel when they do.

@kynimdraws was the reason I started to get into digital art in the first place. I followed their black and white comics intensely, and I appreciate that they wrote N like the freak he is ❤️

[icedmetaltea]

.

I'm supposed to go back to my apartment tomorrow... or at least start, it's a 9 hour drive. Considering I can't go 30 mins in a car without a panic attack, I'm guessing I'll have at least 5 a day, and considering even one is traumatizing enough??? I'm gonna fucking die I swear to god

There's still so much to do, so much to pack, so much to clean, dishes to wash, laundry to do... I've barely eaten today and I didn't even notice till now. My stomach hurts but I'm not hungry, couldn't dream of eating rn

I've had this awful choking, lump-in-throat feeling come throughout the day, got really bad this past hour, just been laying in bed trying to not swallow cause whenever I do that makes it worse. I keep coughing, trying to get it out, but nothing helps... I know it's gotta be anxiety but in the back of my brain I'm worried it's asthma, like I've had mild asthma this whole time and just didn't know it and I'm just lucky I haven't died yet

Sure feels like I'll suffocate. People liken it to breathing through a straw and yep I've sure felt that a lot. I also noticed it gets worse when I use perfume so that leads me to think it could be that more...

Nothing is helping today. I've tried staying distracted by playing games but no, ofc it's 70 degrees... is that normal in march?? I don't even know anymore. It's supposed to get to 80 on thursday. My only hope is that the conditioner my parents are lending me will work better than the shitty window fan in literally one room in my apartment.

I don't want to go back there. Realistically I know I have to, I still have a lot of stuff I'd need to throw out before I could move, and if I did move... where?? There's nowhere to go. I could move to an apartment in the state my parents are moving to but they're in the process of moving in and it could take like half a year or longer for them to fully move in, and even then I don't know if they plan to stay there or only go there in a specific season.

My sister isn't that far from the apartment, maybe 20 mins ish, but she works and I don't know her schedule, plus she has kids and will probably not be available most of the time if I have a bad panic attack or there's some kind of emergency

Everything is just so fucked right now. The economy is in shambles, women's rights are getting stripped away more and more every day, we're on the brink of like multiple wars and I'm just trying to get through my last semester and don't know if I can due to all this shit plus my dyscalculia

Even if I do... what then?? I don't have a plan for my future. I would never make it as a therapist. I would never make it as any of my other dream jobs through the years. The only thing I can think of is some computer science job but my eyes cross when trying to do that, I'm the opposite of logic-minded, I really just have no skills or passions or anything to set me apart

And my blood pressure keeps getting high for some reason. I know it's probably the anxiety but what the fuck am I supposed to do about that??? I tried therapy for half a year and it didn't help, might've made it worse bc she kept saying I should just give up and go on disability (which as we know would probably just lead to poverty) I can't get on meds because the ones I've tried make me suicidal (er) and I've tried healthy eating + exercising as much as I can considering I can't do anything more than walking and guess what??? I still have anxiety

I just want to live with my parents forever but even if I did, they're still going to die someday. Everyone I love is going to die and I'm going to be alone and/or abandoned again and again and again. It's be just like danny all over again.

Like genuinely what am I even alive for?? People always say it gets better and sure it does... for a while. Then I end up back at rock bottom. And I always will. Because I'm a failure

[hollowsart]

I still can't get over how much of a dirty scam the pricing is for Pokemon Masters. Like..

14,000 gems for 80 dollars? excuse me? who the crap is wasting their money like that on a game that barely has any real function as a game?

it's NOT worth it. AT ALL. you're not even fully guaranteed to get whatever character(s) you're aiming for with it.

if you want to do those 2 1-limit paid-only gems sync scouts they have rn you've have to pay $80 for the 10,000 you'll need since they're 5000 gems each. sure it sounds like a lot you're getting, but man. I don't think it's worth it.

I refuse to give this game my money. idk how people fall into this gacha scam. please save your money for something that's actually more useful and important.