#🚬 the better image....

[only-another-reflection]

>"Hey, Jasper, you left your–!"

[He stops, looking at the doppleganger up and down for a second.]

>"Are those hair extensions?"

"I-I'm... I'm not..."

> [Casper was trying to hold back tears. Jeez, being mistaken for Jasper is taking a real toll on him.]

"Please don't call me that."

[saintkaylaa]

𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 🚬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 2.9𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐀𝐤𝐢, 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Kinktober 2024 || I love Aki so much, but something about pervy Aki but against his will really does something to me. Happy Kinktober you disgusting pervs ᥫ᭡ Also big big thanks to my beta readers, I love you! ART by yuonnoaii on X

𝐈 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬

Aki was a devil hunter, but when it came to you, he fought both devils and demons just to not touch himself to the image of you.

You, his new neighbor, from across his balcony in the building over. Aki, who had not been with a woman in God knows how long. Overworked, burnt out, anti-social, with extreme suppressed sexual desires.

That was until he saw you.

If he was honest, he had completely forgotten that sex was even a thing—in all forms. Sex with another person, self-gratification, porn, lust, urges, desires—all of it. In his line of work there wasn’t any time for that, and in Aki’s case the only desire he really had was revenge, but that was a desire that he knew was going to take time to satiate.

The encounters that he’s had with you got increasingly more difficult for him with every passing instance.

At first it was just fleeting glances—no stares—at you in the beginning. You weren’t like anything he had ever seen before. Beautiful, captivating, and intriguing, so just looking at you, trying to catch a glimpse at you while you lingered and occupied your balcony across from his eventually should have been his first signal to have built a stronger disposition against you.

Then you talked to him, albeit a little insulting, mean, and even, well, intimidating, because the first instance was when you had straight up called him a pervert. Confronting him for his blatant staring and or borderline offensive, not so sneaky glances at you while he dragged through cigarettes, distracted by you. Blowing through cartons faster than he would have liked, because of you.

And he felt disgusted.

Grossed out that although yes, he found you mean, intimidating, and believed you had every right to call him a pervert, and irritated by his actions, he also found you incredibly sexy for it. Curious over what really lied under that confident mean exterior.

Every instance after that was the same. You two would find each other on your respective balconies, playing with the tension that was undoubtedly there. Bad tension. Negative tension, but tension nonetheless. Aki would get caught admiring you (ogling you from your perspective), you’d call him out, and he’d have to retreat into his apartment fighting all that hell had to offer just to not to stroke his cock to you.

Admittedly, it did get better when you would tease him for looking and make fun of him for even peeking at you from behind his bangs and a pink tint on his cheeks. You were ruthless, and it only made his desire for you grow.

Fuck. Then he talked back, and in your response, he knew that he was fucked for sure.

He had been in the shared mailing room of both your buildings. Sifting slowly through his mail in a poor attempt to avoid going back up to his apartment and finding you lounging around in skimpy pajamas in your living room—as he noted that you tended to do a lot in the mornings. But then you were there. As if manifesting from his mind and rounding the corner to enter the mailroom with him.

At that point he had half a mind to ask you if you were a devil, because no way were you now crushing an attempt he made to not be so perverted against you. It wasn’t fair, and he feared you for it.

It was avoidance at first. He didn’t know what to say to you, but then you spoke to him again, and it was like he lost total control of himself.

“See you later, pervert.” You had told him. It was teasing, but not at all lighthearted.

It was then that Aki decided to do something.

 

Nearly missing you by an inch, he took hold of your elbow and spun you back to face him. You gasped, arms tensing slightly as you look up at him with surprise. But he wanted to make sure he had you at full attention.

“Hold on,” he says lowly, his chest rumbling.

"Look, I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert, okay? I apologize if I’ve made you feel that way. You’re very pretty, is all.” He struggles to compliment, but his gaze doesn’t break away.

“I don’t mean harm.” He finishes, and he truly means that. His hand lingers on your elbow as he locks his dark blue eyes with yours.

You seem to hold your breath as you register his words, then you glance down at his hand still grasping you and slowly trail your eyes back up to his. Realizing his touch, he slowly unfurls his fingers and releases you.

Both of their skins are cold from the loss of heat.

“You must not know a lot of pretty girls.” You finally say, voice tight.

“None that look like you.” Aki replies right over your comment. What compelled him to say that he was unsure. He was never that forward, bold, or even confident, and especially not with women, but something about you made him act out.

“What’s your name?” You ask, your eyes transfixed on him.

Aki held your gaze, his expression unreadable as he sensed the intensity between you. Your question broke the thick silence that had settled, and he felt himself hesitating for only a brief moment before responding.

"Aki Hayakawa," he replied, his voice firm and steady, a hint of curiosity coloring his words, "And you?"

“Aki.” You repeat his name slowly, sounding out each syllable.

He knows you did that on fucking purpose. Now wondering what it would sound like if you moaned his name.

After another frustrating pause, Aki speaks, “So is your name something I have to earn or what?” He says flatly. Meeting your eyes with just a bit of intimidating irritation.

Your mouth parts slightly like you have something to say, but then your tongue glides over your perfect white teeth in one slow swipe. Amused, you were fucking with him again.

Aki cursed you in his head. The sudden disgusting thought of how your mouth would look wrapped around his cock. Your tongue gliding over his needy tip instead of your teeth.

“I’ll see you later, Aki.” You tease, but your voice is soft. Different than the other times you have teased him.

 

That night Aki was chilling in his living room when he heard the faintest sound of a sliding door open and close. He knew it must’ve been coming from outside... His neighbor, most likely out on her own balcony.

The sound was like a command to him now.

He stood up from his seat on the couch and walked towards his own sliding door. When he got close enough, he opened the door to look out, his eyebrow rising at the sight of you once more across the other building. His heart racing just a bit, his skin running warm, and he could feel the telltale sign of an impending erection as you turned to look at him. Like a dog responding to stimuli; Pavlovian.

Now he was moving without control, crossing out into his balcony, hands buried in his pajama pants. His eyes fixated on your form. Watching your every move. Your eyes met his, and suddenly Aki’s mouth opened to speak.

"Hey," He greeted you simply, his voice low as his eyes looked you up and down with this newfound (misplaced) confidence. You looked over at him, not at all surprised by his presence. You nodded towards him.

You’ve got to be kidding me, Aki thought to himself as he looked over at what you were wearing. A fucking short fitted satin slip, that left no room for imagination. Aki's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you, his breath hitching in his throat.

The slip clung to your every curve, showcasing your body in a way that rendered him mute. He was captivated, unable to tear his gaze away from the provocative sight before him.

He had expected to have a casual conversation. Especially after the conversation from earlier, but the combination of your clothes—or lack thereof—and the charged atmosphere between sparked something primal within him that he struggled to suppress. His hands tightened around the fabric of his pajama pants pockets, his body responding instinctively.

He was fucking perverted.

Aki cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure and speak in a controlled tone, despite his body now pulsing.

"What are you doing out so late?” He asked, taking a step closer to the railing so that you could better hear him from your own balcony. You tilted your head a little confused. Crossing your arms over your chest, your tits being pushed up a little as you did it.

Aki cursed you in his head.

“What am I doing on my own balcony?” You quizzed from across the building.

Aki's gaze flickered down to your crossed arms, his eyes involuntarily drawn to the way your breasts were lifted and accentuated by the position. He suppressed a groan, feeling his desire flaring up. Your innocent question only served to increase the tension between you and him, heightening the forbidden allure of the situation. He clenched his fists, forcing his mind to focus on your words rather than the erotic image in front of him.

"Yes, what brings you out here this late?" he replied, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. He couldn't allow himself to be consumed by lust, not when he had done so well by not giving in to his desires before. But with your tempting presence, it felt like a constant battle against his own morality.

“Aki, you’re asking a lot of stupid questions. I live here. I can do whatever I want in my own apartment on my own balcony. I could stand naked out here if I wanted.” You laughed, the faintest tone of annoyance. However, you knew what your words would do to him. Now that you were acutely aware of how you made him feel after earlier’s display.

The mental image of your naked body forced Aki to shut his eyes for a moment and let out the smallest groan. He knew you couldn’t hear, but he also knew that you knew what you were saying. What you were doing. Vexing him the way that you did. The lust was beginning to consume him.

It was a losing battle. He was fucking losing.

Aki's eyes snapped open, the intensity in his gaze now almost feral as he stared at you across the distance. He hated you for playing with his desires so effortlessly, for knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the ache in his crotch only grew more insistent. The walls he had erected to protect his focus, his sanity, and his character were crumbling under the weight of his lust.

“Every word you speak is deliberate.” He declared, like he was accusing you. His eyes trailed up your body in a moment of weakness.

“Yeah, it is.” You assured quickly.

Then there was palpable silence.

Aki's mind was a whirlwind of desires and frustrations, his body seemingly betraying him at every turn. He watched you move to your door then, each subtle action a temptation that he couldn't ignore. His gaze lingered on you as you turned your back to him, exposing your ass to him. The throbbing in his pants intensified, his body craving release. He can only imagine the wet spot of pre in his underwear.

“You make it too easy.” You laughed; your voice, filled with taunting amusement, cut through his haze of desire, reminding him of his vulnerability and the hold you actually had over him.

If Aki was smart, he’d listen to his rational side, urging him to regain control and to retreat to the safety of his own apartment. But the magnetic pull he felt towards you rooted him to his spot.

“Don’t burst a blood vessel touching yourself tonight.” You mocked so boldly and bluntly it sent Aki reeling. But before Aki could even think of responding, you had already retreated back into your apartment. Aki stood there, stunned, face flushed with both embarrassment and frustration. How could you see right through him, exposing him so easily and without mercy.

Fuck.

He didn't have time to process your leave, as he felt himself unraveling. His body pulsed with need, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. God damn, it hurt.

With a frustrated growl, Aki turned abruptly and retreated into his own apartment, shutting the sliding door with a resounding thud. He paced back and forth in his living room, grappling with the overwhelming surge of desire that threatened to consume him. He knew he had to find release, to quiet the burning ache that clawed at him. But his thoughts were clouded, his focus scattered under the weight of it all. He needed to regain control and find his center once again. But in that moment, desire won out.

He had suppressed his urges too many times in the last few weeks for anything to work this time. He just kept getting harder the more he thought of you, so he stopped pacing and just stood in the middle of his living room looking down at his crotch. Groaning for it to go away. Flashes of his neighbor’s body, your tits, your ass, your mouth, your pretty face, the way you rolled your tongue, the way you said his fucking name. It was all too much, and Aki had half a mind to start touching himself.

It was over.

Aki hurriedly moved to the bathroom in his room, turning on the cold water with the intent of splashing his face. Instead, he braced himself on the sink, letting the water run, the cold ceramic helping alleviate his rising temperature but it wasn’t enough. He closed his eyes to breathe, only to prove a mistake. Because all that played in his head, over and over again, was your interaction this morning, and without even realizing it, Aki started to unbuckle his pants.

Your words played in Aki's mind over and over, along with your face and body in his head repeatedly. The way you looked at him—the way you had been teasing him—fucking with him—it was just too much.

He let out a little groan as his pants began to loosen, his brain barely registering the movement as his eyes closed and he fell into this trance. Aki’s hand slid into his pants to grab hold of his angry, needy cock. The touch instantly gave him relief. He breathed out shakily, his hand moving against himself a couple times to the thought of you in that satin slip. The way it hugged all your curves, the way it pressed up against your tits...

How would they look getting fucked by him?

“Fuuuuck…” He breathed out.

He couldn't help but moan softly, pleasure pinpricking across his skin as his hand moved faster and firmer. His mind filled with vivid images of you, and every stroke of his hand brought him closer to release. He could almost feel your presence, as if you were there with him, encouraging him to let go of his inhibitions and give in to his carnal desires.

God, what would you say if you knew what he was doing to the thought of you.

He imagined what it would be like to plunge his cock into your mouth, letting your tongue run along the underside of his cock and down his balls; hot and wet saliva coating his length.

What it would sound like if he fucked that mean, intimidating act out of you. Imagining how pretty your pussy must be—as pretty as you were? And how pretty that pussy would look clenching around him.

And then he replayed the way you had said his name. Trying to envision all the ways he would try to get you to scream, moan, and cry his name.

“F-Fuck Aki! Give it to me! Please more! Aki!”

Aki’s breathing grew heavier, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge. His body responded with an intensity he had never experienced before.

 

And then he imagined your face.

 

With a final moan and a few more sloppy strokes, he came. His body shuddering, knees nearly buckling, as one of the hardest orgasms he’s had in so long consumed him. Ropes of hot, thick, white cum splurged out into the sink and swirled down the drain with the running water.

As he stood there, panting and spent, Aki couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and shame. He had succumbed to his desires; let them consume him in the most perverted way possible. This wasn’t him. It was nasty and disrespectful... But deep down, he knew that the battle wasn't over. The allure of his neighbor still lingered, as did the pent-up lust that threatened to consume him later—again.

After cleaning up and taking a cold shower, Aki lay in bed annoyed and angry, to say the least. Still disgusted with himself, but also disappointed. Not only for giving in to his lustful temptation, but ultimately for letting you have this power over him. Worse was the fact that he touched himself to the thought of you, and he didn’t even know your fucking name.

 

 

If only he knew that just across his balcony, in the building over... you were still knuckles deep to the thought of him.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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[codnasties]

Hiii, idrk of your reqs are open or not, in case they are, could i ask for more cnc with ghost???

i got u babes ♡♡♡

cnc w/ghost pt.2 🚬 (🌽 link)

after that first time that you asked ghost for some cnc you knew you had messed up, he had enjoyed that a lot more than any of you would have expected and now he's full on addicted to the idea of stright up jumping and 'attacking' you at the most random moments.

he knows that you had said something before about your daily walk and how you sometimes felt so vulnerable because what if a random man just snatched you up or something. except that the call comes from inside the house. he took the hint.

he waits it out a bit, letting you forget that you told him than and then one day he pulls up next to you on your walk, restrains your hands and covers your mouth using duct tape, blindfolds you and puts you in the trunk of his car while harshly pulling up your dress.

he doesn't hesitate to just pull your already-soaking-wet-from-the-excitement panties to the side and forcing himself into your cunt. he starts plowing into you, enjoying the feeling of your tight walls. he cums inside, but not deep enough, so it's takes a minute for his cum to start dripping and for him to start making a mess all over your slit and lips using his tip to spread his seed all over them. and then on your marry way you go, with no panties, soiled pussy and a bit of a walk to get back home.

y'all better hope that no one decides to go on that trail, because that would be one hell of a suspicious image

[creedslove]

"he was my first and i was just another girl"

Is perfect scenario for Pedro boys and reader 🥰

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: omg I thought of so many scenarios for this one, but there was only one answer: Javi and we know it 🚬

• Laredo was a small city and everyone knew each other there, even if you didn't know the person per se, you had heard of them, and of course things wouldn't be different when it came to the infamous Javier Peña, the local hero and also hot gossip of the place

• you'd heard too much about him, his adventures in Colombia, the Escobar hunting and of course the most famous story about Javier Peña of all times: his runaway wedding. It was just so amusing as it didn't seem real at all but rather the tales of a fictional character and especially when you saw Javier for the first time, because you certainly didn't expect him to be so handsome

• you sort of expected him to be kind of pathetic, you were not sure why, but perhaps because you'd heard he used to wear tight jeans, colorful shirts, aviators and stuff like that, the image painted in your mind couldn't be further from the truth: yes, he did dress up in that corny way, but he was painfully handsome like you were not expecting

• and flirty too, you didn't expect him to be that flirty, but he was and against all of your judgments, you accepted a drink from him, what was the worst that could happen? He was a sight for sore eyes, his smile was to die for and the way he called you cariño for the first time you felt you were melting

• so a drink at a bar became two, and then it became dinner and then it turned to a salsa dancing date which surprised you because you never knew Javier Peña could dance, but he was quite good at it and it was so tempting and intense when he grabbed you by the hips and clung your bodies closer as you swayed them together

• and after that, it didn't take long for the two of you to crawl into bed together, and not only the bed, but his car, his ranch, the barn, the lake and many other places around the city you were sure that weren't really allowed to be used for that purpose, but it didn't matter

• you couldn't get enough of Javi, he was perfect, too good to be real, and it was too good because he made sure to tell you he didn't do romances or relationships and you were just on board with him, as you also didn't do romances or relationships... You had nothing against it, but it wasn't just your thing

• however, whenever you were around Javi, it sort of seemed that maybe, and just maybe, things could lead somewhere, because it was just so good, it came to a point you did everything with Javi: you went out together, you had ice cream by the main square, you both went to the movies, rode horses, you even helped him out at the ranch here and there

• he liked you, you were pretty, sweet, funny and he enjoyed your company, he just worried that maybe you both were just too connected somehow and when he realized you were starting to become more and more attached to him, he thought it was time to stop things for a while; he didn't want to make you think things were actually something else when they clearly weren't

• so as much as it hurt him, he decided to break things up, it would be better that way, then you could do your own things and move on with your life and he would do the same, no strings attached and no worries about it at all

• you didn't take it very well, you didn't see it coming, always thinking that you two were enjoying the relationship equally, but turns out it wasn't as you expected. However, you accepted it, there was nothing you could do but to accept it and set Javi free, deep down, you knew he wasn't meant to be trapped with only one person, he belonged to everyone

• as you watched him take another girl out exactly the same way he has taken you out several times before, you still felt a pang in your chest, sighing at the realization that was bitter as the truth: he'd been the first one you loved, but to him, you were just another girl

____

[hischeapcigar]

Strawberries and cigarettes part 4

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 6k  

Warning: SMUT SMUT. Minor DNI. A little angst maybe 🚬 

a/n: this got longer than I wanted it to so im breaking it further in two parts. The first part got so much love than the other 2 but im so so grateful to the readers who stuck with this series. This means so much to me. Love you mwah <3 🍓🍓 

5 months. It had been 5 months since you left Texas. Since you left your hometown. Since you left the cafe and the people you had grown to love. Since you left Joel.  

5 months of utter and complete struggle to adjust in the new place. 5 months of trying to make the new apartment you rented feel like home, though it felt like your attempts were made in vain. The walls haunted you. 

You had gotten weak. The job that you took on wasn’t merciful to you. The routine it had you wrapped around was just as cruel. Each month you would convince yourself that it’ll get better soon, but the ‘soon’ never came.  

Joel and you had stayed in contact through texts and calls for the better of the first few months but that faded away as you tried to grapple with your profession and the wicked people it offered.  

Except for Luna, who stuck by you, holding you together, but he too was transferred to some other city; leaving you with the monsters.  

You wanted to leave the job and apply somewhere else, but you had signed the contract for 6 months. Plus, you didn't want to upset Luna who practically fought the head of department for your place in the school. Probably that's why they didn’t like you as much, they wanted someone else to take the position, as the head instructor.  

- 

  You paused as the reflection looked back at you, the silver hint of the chain disappearing under your shirt, your hair tied up in a ponytail. You looked fresh and excited.  

With trembling hands, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. Her bloodshot eyes met yours, as she sniffled, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes.  

You sighed sadly, “Mom, you’re making it harder for me to leave,”  

She shook her head as she tried to get control of herself, “i just didn’t think you’d be leaving so soon,” 

You hugged her instantly, “it’s okay mom, I'll be fine,”  

She pulled back, grabbing your hands, “promise me,” you looked at her confused, before she clarified, “promise me that you will come back in 3 months, I'm not used to you being apart for such a long time-” 

“Mom 3 months is too early-” you argued 

“I don't care, you have to come back even for 15 days-” 

“This is not how it works-”  

‘Make it work, y/n” her voice was stern 

“Listen, I must make a good impression on the job, right? Can't go asking them for vacations in less than a half year,” 

Your mother looked at you unamused by your explanation,  

“Okay how about 6 months-” 

“No-” she cut you off 

Your father honked the truck, calling your name  

“Coming!” you craned your neck as you yelled your response, 

“For a month, I'll stay for a month, if I come back after 6 months” you offered, which caught her,  

“Fine, but you better stick to your promise and not excuse yourself and leave early”  

  Your mother’s sound echoed in your head as your eyes raked over your figure in the mirror reflection in the bathroom and a shiver ran down your spine as the images of your past-self flashed through your mind.  

Subconsciously you traced your fingertips on your cheeks, feeling the sickness.  

The sound of your alarm blaring from your room snapped you back to reality. Another morning you woke up earlier than you had to. Sleep was a luxury you were robbed of when you moved to LA. All night you twist and turn, then the small amount of sleep is quickly shaken away a few hours later; decorating your face with dark circles under your eyes.  

- 

  You entered your cabin as you started to catch up on the tasks at hand. Sitting in front of the computer, time passed quickly when you busied yourself, ignoring how no one invited you for lunch or breaks. 

“Hey, y/n!” Paul leaned over in your cabin  

Except Paul. He acknowledged your presence. Probably because Luna was his best friend or you could be wrong, who knew.  

He invited you for lunch, but you had started to politely reject his invitations after you learned that other colleagues didn’t enjoy your presence.  

- 

  “The only people who should be anxious are the ones awaitin’ ya there, the absolute sunshine in their lives, damn they’re lucky you’re blessing them with your presence”  

Joel said just before he blew smoke into the air. You had mentioned to him how worried you were about leaving the following morning.  

You scoffed, “I don't know, Joel,” you sighed, “it feels unreal”  

You both lied on the back of his truck staring at the dark sky that played the ceiling. Your head was on his shoulder as you fiddled with his hand. He brought your connected hands to his lips as he pressed a firm kiss on your knuckles,  

“I know you’re gonna rock it, and when you come back, you’ll tell me all about it, won’t ya?”  

You hummed in response    

“Don’t change for anyone, sweetheart,” he pecked your forehead 

“I won’t” you promised 

  - 

You sighed heavily, leaning back on the chair. As you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes to keep the tears from falling.  

Once again thoughts of Joel plagued your mind. You tried to keep them at bay during work and let them flood in as you sank to the floor in your kitchen as you get drunk on wine in the middle of night 

It was like you left Texas, but you somehow stayed there. 

  The month went disturbingly slow; You had a few hours of sleep at night before you woke up and lied in bed, feeding your mind with memories of Texas, memories of Joel. You’d go to the school and pray that the day was better than yesterday, but it hardly was. You’d come back to the apartment, try to eat but couldn’t. Then go back to the endless assignments. Drink wine at night to numb your brain before the effects of wine lull you to sleep.  

It was the end of September, the end of the contract, the end of misery, you hoped. You were packing your stuff from the cabin when you noticed an envelope. You would’ve had dropped it for later, but it was from Paul, so you stopped to read,  

It was a job offer from a different school. They needed teachers and not office work like the current. You were surprised at how a chance of new job still excited you  

You went to your apartment and had Paul drive you to the airport, you discussed the next job, it seemed better, but you put that topic aside, I'll apply when I return from Texas. 

Few more hours and you’re home.  

- 

Joel has always been a tough man but how did y/n seep through his heart, breaking the hard exterior was a mystery to him.  

Hell, he even had shed a tear as he watched you leave that morning. How badly he wanted to run up to you to hold you one last time till you both met again. If you meet again.  

Every night he twisted and turned in his bed, the memories haunting his mind. The texts and calls came to a halt after a few months. He still waited for your reply, but the texts never came. He hoped and prayed that you were okay even if you were too busy to talk to him.  

It had been 6 months since you had left. 6 months of absolute misery. 6 months of Sarah and Tommy trying to cheer him up. But he just couldn’t. y/n was a part of him, and no contact was eating him alive.  

He used to stare at the spot in the cafe where you usually stood. He couldn’t find iit in himself to step inside the cafe, knowing he might break down.  

“Shoulda stopped her man” tommy had said a couple times 

Sarah had caught on to your relationship from the way he stopped going out at night, the way Joel had lost his light.  

 She had confronted him a few days after the unusual bitter change in his attitude and he had admitted without thinking twice.  

- 

You were standing on the front porch of your house, hearing your heart thudding in your ears. Sweat covering your palm as you clenched and unclenched your fists, nervous habit. 

With a trembling hand you knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute or two before the door swung open revealing your mother. She squealed as she took in your form. She lurched at you, engulfing you in a hug.  

“Hi mom,” your voice was strained from the bone crushing hug she had you in 

She pulled you inside, stammering about how excited she was, the smile not fading from her face. 

She turned to see you again and her smile dropped along with the bag she gripped.  

Moving closer, she grabbed your face as a layer of tears coated her wide eyes,  

“What happened to you?” Her voice was low as her gaze as she examined your entire face.  

You laughed though it lacked sincerity, you didn’t want to worry your mother. “Oh, it’s nothing mom, I'm just tired,”  

You were surprised to see your father was actually glad to see you. The night was relaxing to your mind that went haywire for 6 months straight. Your parents retired to their bedroom, and you returned to yours.  

A part of you wanted to wait for the next day to meet Joel but the bigger part of you wanted to see him as soon as you could.  

Your thumbs danced across the keyboard as you thought about the words to say  

J- “will you be able to call tonight?”  

His last message was left on delivered and you felt guilt consuming your mind. You regretted not talking to him, but you were too busy trying to fit in in with a place you weren’t welcomed in.  

After several minutes of contemplating what to text Joel to get him to go to the Haven, you gave up and texted David instead. 

David was a sweet old man, the owner of the hut close to the strawberry garden.  You were glad Joel had introduced you to each other all those months ago and somewhere in between you had exchanged numbers.  

You told David to call Joel to his gardens and not to tell him about your return. With an “okay” as his reply, you sat back and waited for his second text letting you know Joel was there.  

After an hour later, your phone chimed,  

David- “he’s here”  

You quickly rushed to the door and hopped in your car. Reaching there wasn’t hard since you had memorized the route.  

You parked your car beside Joel as soon as the hut came into view. The lights were on inside the hut and the blood rushed into your face as you took your steps closer to the door.  

You saw David coming out of the hut but there was no sign of Joel behind him. You were confused at first. As David came close enough, you asked 

“Where’s he?”  

“Inside” but your face was still questioning him, he then added, “didn’t want to interrupt your reunion, kiddo”  

You smiled gratefully at him, “thank you, David”  

“I told him I had a call to attend, now go before his restless soul come out looking for me” he chuckled 

You nodded your head as you continued your journey. The door was slightly ajar as you peaked in. Joel was seated on one of the small sofas. His head was rested on the back of the couch, eyes closed. He looked tired. 

You smiled at his sight before pushing open the door,  

His eyes fluttered open at the creaking sound and met yours. Eyes wide, face flushed, mouth agape. It almost looked like the first time you had met.  

He got up quickly as you entered the small hut, 

As he drew near to you and grabbed your hands, he uttered your name like a prayer as he tried to convince himself that you were actually here and that he hadn't suddenly started seeing hallucinations of you. 

“Hi, Joel” the words left your lips and in an instant, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your flushed against his chest. Tightening his hold on you, as he buried his face in your neck inhaling your scent. As if breathing for the first time again.  

“God, I missed you so much” his voice wavered,  

He pulled away, his hand moved from your waist to cradle your face before he littered kisses on your face, on your forehead, your right cheek, your left cheek, your nose, coming to a halt as his lips hovered over yours, it felt like the first time again when you were laying on top of him all the months ago,  

He gave in as he placed his lips on yours. You both sighed as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. You granted him entrance as his tongue slid into your mouth, his hand holding your face firmly, while the other was tangled in your hair. His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. You missed the taste of strawberries on his lips.  

All of your exhaustion vanished from your body just being in his arms; he was like a breath of new air.  

“When d’ya come back?” he asked as he pulled away, his nose nudging yours 

“Tonight” you replied untangling yourself from him as you moved to the couch,  

“Wait- where’s David- how did you know I was-” his face was confused, brows furrowed as he followed you, taking a seat beside you. You grinned at him, and like a click all the pieces fell together. 

“You set this up?” he asked, eyes wide 

You hummed as you let your head fall on his shoulder, hands intertwining like a habit. 

“How was everything?” he asked rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand 

“Eh, it was okay, I'm just glad to be home, missed you so much”  

He turned his face enough to kiss the crown of your head,   

“couldn’t have missed me more than I did” you heard Joel say, 

Your mind wandered to how Joel would have missed you, how he texted you and you couldn’t reply. As much as you tried to stay in the moment and not let all the bad memories flood in, you squeezed his hand to ground yourself, to tell yourself that you’re home now, you're with Joel and that the worst is over. 

Joel felt your trembling hands squeeze his and your breathing quickened. He nudged your head on your shoulder. You sat up, bringing your knees to your chest, your arms hugging your legs.  

His heart shattered when he closely scanned your face. Your cheekbones more prominent, skin was paler than the last time he saw you, you had gotten weak. Your collarbones were protruded out and that's when he saw the locket disappearing inside your shirt. His chest warmed at the thought that you still had it.  

Subconsciously he reached for the chain and pulled it out, his fingers tracing over his initial 

“I never took it off, y’know” your words made him look at you and you saw tiredness in his eyes. 

What had he been through? 

He let go of the chain as he grabbed your hands and tugged it towards himself. You were confused at first but gave in as you saw a silent plea in his eyes. He helped you sit on his lap.  

Your cheeks flushed at the close intimacy, sure you had kissed him like this before but after so long, it felt new again.  

He slid his hand on your hip. He rubbed circles against your skin that revealed, as your skirt had ridden up in the position. He was touch starved, he had spent too long without you, he didn’t want to be separated for a second now. 

With the other hand, he traced his fingers on the side of your face, before gently cradling your face.  

As if you were communicating with mind, you knew what he was looking at, you knew he was worried about the state of you.  

“You weren’t okay there” his voice was above a whisper, he wasn’t asking, he was concluding. it seemed he read your eyes about every day that you spent there, 

Taking his hand that cradled your face, you pressed a light kiss on his wrist. Another kiss on the rising pulse on his wrist,  

“I’m okay now” despite your efforts of keeping your voice intact, Joel caught on the part where it cracked,  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulled you into his chest, your head was hurting by how long you had held back the tears 

His hand on your thigh rubbing your skin and before either of you knew, you had started crying. The way Joel held you so delicately had cracked the walls that kept you from crying. Joel hugged you tightly as you unleashed your past pain.  

He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear,  

You’re home, you’re okay, you’re safe, it’s okay 

After your crying ceased, you pulled away your head from his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks.  

With his hands holding you from your waist, you looked down between you as you fiddled with your fingers, 

“Tell me all about it, darling” he said quietly, not pushing you 

And so, you did. You told him everything without filtering any part. And he listened to everything attentively. You felt his hand tightening and his jaw slackening when you told him about how some people never welcomed you. He wiped tears that silently escaped your eyes without your notice, when it got to painful parts.  

You felt better, you felt lighter by the time you were done.  

“Though I don't know if I should take up on Paul’s offer,”  

“Darling, you’re here to relax, give it time and think about it when you’re well rested,”  

You hummed, dropping our head on his shoulder. A deep sigh left your lips as you felt his hands tracing up your thigh.  

You and Joel had never discussed about sex, none of you felt the need to. You both were way too lost in the non-sexual intimacy, but it didn't mean you never wanted to explore Joel beneath the garments he wore. Sure, there had been silent touches like this but that was it.  

Joel’s touch awoke goosebumps on your skin as you shivered lightly. You turned your head on his shoulder and your gaze fell to the clock. 2:15.  

You quickly faced Joel,  

“Joel, it’s 2:15! Does Sarah know you’re out?”  

His heavy tired eyes held so much adoration at your worry about Sarah,  

“Yes, she went to bed, told her not to wait for me”  

He leaned in and kissed your lips, “come over tomorrow night” he mumbled,  

You giggled, “you know we can’t” you kissed him, as if you were drunk on his lips 

He pulled away, getting a whine from you, smiling “I mean you leave your house anyway, we could hang out at my place,”  

You blinked at him, not finding any issue with that, except “but this is our place”  

“And it will be, just wanna treat you real nice, y’know-” 

“Joel miller, are you asking me out for a date?” you teased 

He closed his eyes, smiling and nodding, “I'm tryin’ darlin’”  

You pecked the corner of his mouth, “okay”  

You got up off his lap, “do you think there’s water in here?” you asked as you went further inside the hut,  

“David said it’s in the fridge, can you bring me too?” He called out but you had forgotten water as you looked at how beautiful the hut was. It was made of all wood. There was a small bedroom in the corner, the kitchen wasn’t spacious either, but the window opened to a field. You wondered why David stopped living here. 

 You turned around to check the fridge when you saw a picture of a couple stuck on the fridge, it was David with his arms around his wife. You had never met her, but she was beautiful. 

You took the picture in your hand as you swiped your thumb across the small portrait. David looked younger than he was now. The smiles they displayed were too pure and kind. You wondered what their love story would have gone through- 

“Hey,” Joel’s soft call startled you regardless of his efforts of not scaring you, 

“Oh-hi, sorry I just got sidetracked by their picture,” you apologized as you poured yourself and him water,  

After a casual conversation in the kitchen, you both went home with a promise of a date tomorrow. 

- 

    Your hands trembled as you put on lipstick. You were nervous and you weren’t even exactly sure why. Maybe the fact that you had a wet dream about him just an hour before you have to meet him.  

You had met Joel a thousand times but having a proper date, that too in his house was not something you had anticipated when you returned to the town.  

Your body was restless as you moved around the room looking for things. Your mind kept flashing the events from your dreams. You smoothed your hands down your dress one last time as you looked in the mirror.  

Red frock with thin shoulder straps hugged your curves perfectly and ended just above your knee. You wore your matching heels as you descended from the stairs.  

Your mother was in the kitchen making dinner when you sneaked up on her,  

“Mom, I'm going to my friend’s she invited me for dinner” you informed 

She took a double take looking at you, “honey, is it a fancy gathering?”  

You never really dressed up on friends’ dinner, “um yeah, sort of”  

You drove to Joel’s place; your palms were sweaty. You knew it was risky, so you parked the car at a distance from his house. You walked quickly, hiding your face, you rang the bell and stood back, your hands gripping the purse tight.  

Joel opened the door as if he was already waiting by it,  

“Hey- oh my God,” his eyes travelled from your head down to your toes, his breath hitched. He was completely speechless at how gorgeous you looked standing in front of him,  

You felt flustered under his intense gaze as he shook his head snapping himself from the reverie as he stepped aside, extending his hand for you to take,  

“Come in, m’lady”  

“Oh?” you giggled, taking his hand “your southern charm is kicking in”  

“Darlin’ I saved the best for night like these,” his hand was on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room,  

“Is y/n here, dad?” you heard Sarah calling from her bedroom,  

“Damn right she is” he marveled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling he’ll be back in a minute 

You took that small moment to check out Joel's house. It was warm and welcoming. Probably homier than your own.  

“y/n!” you heard Sarah squeal as she threw herself on you  

You caught her as she hugged you, “God, I missed you so much!” her voice muffled  

“I missed you too so much,” your arms tightened around her 

You both sat on the couch, “y/n, I'm so glad you’re back, dad was totally losing it” the revelation made your heart skip a beat,  

“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed 

“Uh- y’know he was really stressed, like a cloud always hanging on his head, even Uncle tommy figured it was because of you-”  

“Sarah, what are you still doing here? Stacy and her dad are waiting for you outside-” Joel emerged from the kitchen 

“Yeah- yeah I was just going dad” she said before looking at you, “I'll see you soon, right?”  

“Yeah of course! We’ll catch up later, have fun!”  

- 

You and Joel sat at the table eating your dinner in a comfortable silence. You complimented his cooking, making him blush. When you both were done eating, you started to collect plates. 

“No, Joel, I've got it, no big deal” you protested 

“Darling, I can’t have you dealing with dishes, not when you’re looking drop dead gorgeous” he collected some dishes himself as he followed you in the kitchen 

“Its fiiine” you sang 

You stood in front of the sink, ready to wash the dishes when a pair of hands grabbed your waist and gently pushed you to the side,  

“Jus’ sit there and look pretty for me” he smirked as he pointed his chin toward the dining table 

“I can sit right here-” you hopped on the counter nearby before making sure it was clean, legs dangling as you watched him do the dishes. Sarah’s words ringing in your head,  

It was oddly domestic and surprisingly it felt natural. You had the glass of unfinished wine in your hand which you sipped as you watched Joel. You replayed the dream in your head, how the curve of his nose nudged your skin as his lips caressed the skin of your tummy, moving down to- 

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he countered  

“Yeah, it's so good” you smirked 

He dried his hands on the towel before making his way to you, “so, where were we?” His voice was low as he came closer. You subconsciously opened your legs to fit him in between. His slutty waist was even sluttier than what you saw in your dreams 

His hands found their place on your waist, “did I tell you looked so beautiful?” his breath fanned over your lips 

“Yeah, you did” you were shying away and avoiding eye contact by the way you were so turned on. You just wanted him to rip your clothes apart and just fuck you- 

“Hey,” his firm voice cut through your thoughts as he took the glass from you to put it aside, “look at me” he demanded, and you obeyed. 

His eyes were dark with love and lust, the look alone pooled heat between your legs. You remembered the look he gave you in your dream as he fucked you relentlessly. You nibbled your lower lip from keeping your thoughts to yourself. But your lustrous eyes had given away  

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, he knew but he still asked. Though it was written all over your face  

“N-nothing-” you stammered 

He tutted, “no lies, darling”  

You sighed as he led your hands to the back of his neck,  

“Joel I-” you weren’t sure if it was right to share your thoughts, what if he doesn’t like you off clothes what if-  

He read you like an open book, “None of that,” he gripped your chin, so you looked straight dead into his eyes, “calm your mind, honey” your mouth agape as how did he read your mind,  

He leaned in and captured your lips,  

“Tell me what you need,” his kisses left you mouth as he trailed down the side of your neck 

“Say it, I'll make it come true” he nipped and licked your sensitive spot on your neck 

“You, Joel” you gripped his shirt as he sucked a bruise beneath your ear, 

“Me what?” his kisses were feverish, intense, you couldn't hold it back any longer 

“I need you, Joel”  

You closed your eyes scared if you had crossed the line, but there was Joel again making you face him, cradling your face 

“Then you’ll have me”  

You gasped at his words as his hands travel to your shoulder straps which he pulled down. He kissed his way down to your arm.  

You couldn't help but squirm in his hold making him groan, “relax baby, will treat ya real nice”  

Suddenly he picked you as he carried you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.  

As soon as he reached the bedroom, he didn’t bother turning on the light letting the moonlight illuminate the bedroom.  

He set you on the floor, as he pulled away from the kiss, he turned you around as whispered in your ear, “may I?” as his fingertips found the zipper on your back 

You bit your bottom lip as you nodded frantically, aching for his touch,  

“Words” his voice dominant 

“Yes, please Joel” you meweled  

He unzipped the dress, letting his fingers trail on the skin it exposed. Once done, he let the dress pool on your feet.  

You tried to turn around to face him but his hands on your hips stopped you. He began kissing your shoulder blades, leaving butterfly kisses till he reached your neck, his hand travelled from your waist to your front,  

Moving slowly, teasingly to trace the bottom of your breasts. He traced the lace of your lingerie,  

“You knew we’d get here tonight?” he whispered  

“I hoped to” you admitted 

 Enough of having his teases you grasped his hands in yours as you put them on your bra covered breasts. He grunted as he played with your boobs, 

He carefully unhooked your bra before turning you around. His breath hitched as he took in your form, 

“God you’re so-” he traced your boobs delicately, “so fucking beautiful” he breathed as he pulled you in for a kiss as he moved towards the bed,  

“Lie down for me darling” he says 

You did as he said and placed yourself on the bed, feeling bold you played with your boobs as you whimpered. He let out a strained sound as he watched you.  

He fumbled with his buttons as he tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could, he threw his flannel followed by his jeans 

As soon as he was done, he crawled up on you, smashing his lips. His hands squeezing your boobs. His lips left yours as he trailed his lips south. He kissed your neck, then moving down he took one of your boobs in his mouth. You cried his name at the feeling. His hand squeezed your ass as his tongue rolled over your nipple. He lightly bit your nipple earning another strangled moan from you, he paid the same attention to the other boob.   

His placed kissed on your stomach as he moved down and stopped right above your panties.  

“Dirty girl, you’ve already stained your panties, I haven’t even touched you there yet”  

“Joel please” you arched your back, just wanting him to take off the border between your aching heat and his touch 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties as he yanked them down,  

he pulled you to the edge of the bed as he kneeled down  

“All this for me?” he asked as he gawked at the juices you had spilled just by his kisses and touches 

“All for you, please touch me”  

He smirked, “so eager huh?” he said but whatever answer you had in mind was converted into a moan as he swiped his tongue along your pussy 

He moaned and your mind went dizzy at his sound,  

“You taste so good, baby,”  

He licked all the juices, eating you out like a starved man. He flickered his tongue on your entrance pulling out a streak of moans from you, “oh you like that?” as he repeated his action 

He put his finger inside you without a warning, receiving a gasp from you. His mouth not leaving your pussy as he started to pump his finger in and out. He hummed as you tugged at his hair tightly.  

You could feel the tightening in your stomach as you moaned his name 

Just like the first, he plunged his middle finger in, without a warning, “you were a moaning mess above him, 

“I’m close Joel, so close” 

He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot as he commanded  

“Cum in my mouth darling”  

His permission was all you needed before the coil snapped and you came all over his face and he drank in every drop. 

You covered your face with both hands as embarrassment coated you.  

Joel crawled back up, “hey, hey, let me look at the girl who just gave me a trip to heaven” he removed your hands from your face, pining them above your head 

He kissed you and you moaned, tasting yourself on your lips. You freed your hand from his hand as you sneaked it in between both of your bodies as you grabbed his hard member from his briefs,  

“His turn, now?” you smirked up at him  

“He just wants to be inside you” he rolled his clothed core to your pussy 

“Oh please,” you moaned just by the thought of it 

He got rid of the briefs and swiped his fingers on your pussy to collect the juices on his fingers as he stroke his member.  

Your eyes were wide as you took in its length, suddenly nervous, and Joel saw it  

“Joel I-”  

“Don't worry sweetheart, you’ll take it I know”  

He nudged the tips of his cock to your entrance, his eyes silently asking for permission before he slowly pushed in. Your breath quickened as he moved his way in  

Just as you thought he was in,  

“Almost there, just a bit more” his voice came in 

There was more? 

He rubbed your clit with his fingers as he pushed in until he bottomed out.  

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before you squirmed,  

“Joel move” 

He pulled all the way out before slamming back in swift motion,  

“Faster, Joel”  

“You’re taking me so well,” you heard him grunt 

You moaned as he picked up more pace, feeling his balls hit your inner thighs as he pushed in. He grunted as he maintained his pace. You could feel your second climax approaching  

He brought his lips to yours, swallowing every noise that you made. The bed rattled against the wall as he slammed into you. Your hands clasped his shoulders, making sure to leave half-moons on his skin with our nails. 

“Joel, I'm close” you gasped 

“I can feel you clenching around me, hungh it's so good, baby you're so good” he kept praising you  

The pleasure and pain combined was too much. He slipped his hand between your connected bodies as he rubbed your clit.  

Your eyes opened wide, and your climax skyrocketed. You were chanting his name like a prayer, “pleasepleaseplease Joel let me cum,”  

He stayed silent as he continued his sweetest torture on your clit, grunting every other minute, 

You shook your head, tears forming from pleasure he was giving you, but you just wanted to let go,  

“Joel-” you croaked, 

“Let it go, darling” he whispered, and you came undone right then and there 

Joel’s fingers didn’t leave your pussy and rode your high until you were done. Only then he pulled out his cock and spilled over your lower stomach and inner thighs.  

He flopped on the bed face first beside you.  

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. After lying limp for a while, Joel rose from the bed, a smile gracing your lips at the sight of naked Joel running to the bathroom.  

Having closed your eyes, you didn’t feel him returning until you felt the damp cloth on your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact with your over stimulated pussy.  

You watched him with hooded eyes, too lazy to say anything.  

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his lips placing a kiss on your clit once before cleaning the mess and tossing the cloth away.  

He was quick to return by your side, engulfing you in his arms, you felt content, you felt loved, you felt at home.  

“Wish you could stay the night” Joel murmured in your ear 

Your back to his chest, you traced your fingers on his arms that hugged you. “I wish so, too” you replied quietly,  

You both had the same thing in mind, one month till you left.  

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[thesoftboiledegg]

I kept forgetting to post this sticker that I found on someone's cooler at a dispensary event. Fortunately, it all worked out because it's a fitting introduction to...

🚬 The head shop roundup 🍃

Leather Daddy Rick has seen better days, but this Weed Rick sticker that I saw on a vehicle last week is still hanging in there, even though it's faded.

The day after I saw that sticker, I went to meet a friend for lunch--and I got lost. I took two wrong turns and ended up on the other side of the mall. This turned out to be a lucky coincidence because I pulled up to a head shop that I'd never seen before.

It was right next to the mall that I visit regularly, but I didn't know about it because it was on the other side of the highway--until now, anyway.

And they had a tray featuring the same image as that sticker! But Jerrick shippers might prefer the one above it.

I LOVE the illustration on this first tray. Wish I knew who the artist was.

They also had a bucket of...whatever these wooden things are. I thought they were lighters, but the employee said you can smoke out of them?

They also had jars--or grinders, I'm not sure which.

Who wants Mortys all over their vape battery?

Now that you've bought everything else for your weed set-up, you need a holographic scale. (Notice the scale on the top-left as well as the one in the front.)

This is all great, but this head shop had something truly unique: a Miami Rick and Morty box set! I was so excited to post this when I saw it. These fan favorites have made their smoke shop debut.

But this wasn't all. On Saturday, I scoped out another head shop with more fun items, including Einstein Rick trays:

The store carried weight scales and a few miscellaneous items.

I've seen this illustration a dozen times, and it never stops being funny. This is the most high-quality version I've ever seen, too. The bootleg posters often have weird artifacts like they were sloppily edited.

Save time and pick up a box set!

It must've been fate because when I saw Deadpool and Wolverine on the same day (great movie, by the way), Pickle Rick was waiting for me in the parking lot. It's been seven years, and people still aren't sick of him. We're going to be seeing Pickle Rick in nursing homes when we're 90. People die, weed goes stale, but...Pickle Rick lives forever.

[erikahenningsen]

🤕 💪 🚬 regina

🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

Girl was hit by a bus. She has chronic, intermittent pain, that gets worse if she has to stay in a certain position for too long (sitting, standing), and while it gets better with time and physical therapy, she still has flare-ups from time to time. She has very begrudgingly learned to lean on her friends for help.

💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

Regina playing lacrosse and doing gymnastics is canon, and I've mentioned my figure skater!Regina headcanon before. I think joining the lacrosse team is cathartic for her after a childhood spent in sports dependent on being judged and the associated body image issues. It's nice to just tackle a girl into the dirt from time to time.

🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

Regina is a social media rage-stalker. Gretchen has caught her several times over the years just scrolling through Janis's instagram. (One time Regina accidentally liked a post but if you bring it up she'll deny it.) She purposely looks at content that makes her angry but refuses to put her phone down.

Emoji + character for a headcanon

[dracoxmalereader]

Fanfiction is temporary, brainrot is forever. This image gives me so much brainrot.

It's giving soundcloud rapper!Draco. 😭 Retired to the muggle world with his little boyfriend and after however many years he's decided to pursue a rap career.

So now for the last hour I've just been writing Draco SoundCloud lyrics. Bro is dropping fiendfyre on the beat. Here is my favorite chunk, it's much better if you imagine it in a British accent for canon compliance, because that's how I wrote it:

Tower, astronomy, Dumbledore wannabe

Muggleborn bitches is sick from my harmonies

Snape's number one, occul-o-mency prodigy

Can't say I feel no remorse, my apologies

Mother's lil' boy all grown up on the track

Hit the studio count up my streams then my stacks

I'm killing the daw like it's gonna attack

Ava-da keda-vra like it's taking me back

🎤🎙️💻💽💯📀🚬

Imagine him writing these lyrics at your guys's tiny ass kitchen table and you have to listen to him re-record it a dozen times because he can't figure out how to change the bpm in Pro Tools and somehow got it stuck at 180.

He can afford to rent a studio but he's stubborn and insists he can do it himself and doesn't need help. It takes ages for him to give in but you're so sick of him buying equipment you can't fit anywhere. ☠️

"A real musician uses an actual one, not some stock feature. 🙄" "We don't have room for a forty channel mixing console, Draco!" And then he gives you the silent treatment for three days.

[monstrouscrew]

mlvlnt intermezzo live reaction

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

iiiiiii mean.

i like it - we like it - it's fictional - yet it works for us. good job, human, you're trying to explain nonlinear existence and multiverse through a godlike image.

oh. John getting his shit together to describe the world around.

and the, ha, explanation, why Kayne is like this. (although it's human limits, we get it. can't say we could portray a reflection of Nya 😁😁 better though)

a special sort of existential dread in this fandom is hearing the sound of running water in a bathroom... 🚬🚬

oh shi. gonna be hell of a "divorce". r.i.p. John's progress at being capable of communication.

also kinda isekai lol (forgot how it's called in English)

can't say got everything right, because every chaotic evil vibrates on their own frequency. but still. ahem.

the question is. how these twenty fucking minutes are. this. 🤯🚬🚬🚬

[ask-mr-scarletella]

She looked at the cigarette, sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in disappointment. Was he...trying to act cute to get her guard down, or...? That train of thought got cut short though, by the sounds of footsteps closing in, and the woman froze and looked into the direction of where they came from — realizing why she had even got into the Ghost Apartments in the first place. Right, she fucked up big time by stealing money and valuables from a local gang's car, and they caught her red-handed! As she was about to bolt off however, she realized that she couldn't really leave the red head. Who knows what those two thugs would do to him? Probably beat her location out of him...if only he was a normal human. But it's better to leave no evidence of her whereabouts. She turns back, and quickly pulls the red-clad man by the hand, dragging him along her while fleeing from the two angry thugs that were out for blood.

"C'mon, don't stand like an idiot!"

Her hand was a great contrast to her image — warm and soft, unlike the tough, gritty attitude and image she put on.

— 🚬

Scarletella hadn't even fully processed the situation before they were off, sprinting away. Alongside hearing their footsteps caused by running, he felt a sudden warmth next to his hand. It took a moment for him to realize; he was holding hands with the object of his affections! How delightful! His heart would have been racing with glee if it didn’t rest idly in his chest. Was this a sign? Did she perhaps feel the same way, returning his affections?

No, there wasn’t time to think about that now. They were clearly running from two enemies intent on harming her... or the both of them. Scarletella was aware that he could easily teleport them both to safety, avoiding the exhaustion of running, but... that would mean their hand-holding would be over too soon. And what was a little tiredness in exchange for this precious moment with his human?

Still, he wanted to prove his worth. Perhaps if he showed her how useful he could be, she’d pay more attention to him. The lights flickered behind them, flashing from white to red in a disorienting pattern. It was his doing, as evidenced by his amused smile and the slight tightening of his grip on the woman's hand (and the handle of his umbrella).

"ꀤ ꉣꋪꂦꃴꀤꀸꍟ ꌗꍏꎇꍟ꓄ꌩ. ꎇꂦꋪ ꌩꂦꀎ."

He cooed, a sense of pride in his words.

[aphro-d]

Would your kids be PROUD or ASHAMED to have your level of health?😞👎 Or would they hate to have the body you’re walking around in now? I recently read that the first 7 years of a child’s life are our most influential.

And as I was contemplating… “what would it take for me to set an example for my future sons or daughters”? …I ran into one of my old high school friends I hadn’t seen in years…

And he had become an exact replica of his father. I thought I was seeing a ghost! Fit. Healthy. And had the same hobbies, humor and terrible fashion as him🤣

Coincidentally, as we started discussing his image and my recent studies. He revealed one of the BIGGEST motivators for him that I hadn’t heard before… Yet to have kids himself, he told me that he’s CONSTANTLY improving himself to be a better father and partner. And how this mindset was not only instilled in him as a kid, but an example his father set through his actions throughout his whole life👑

To provide for his family: Physically, Financially, Emotionally, Structurally, and be an Inspiration for future generations. BUT he never always had this mindset in high-school… So what changed for him to make a transformation? HE CUT OUT THE ALL BAD HABITS HIS FATHER HATED 🚬🍺 So many people focus on adding positive habits, when in reality they are too TIED UP with their existing negative habits… Excess alcohol, junk food, promiscuity, drug usage, and any addicting vice affecting your mind and body. Cutting out the EXCUSES is the hardest one of them all. And I’m not your mother, I’m not your babysitter… I’m coach Andre! ALL great men and fathers live their lives aligned with purpose and lead by example. Life becomes a series of questions: 👉 Of who you are? 👉 Who do you want to be? 👉And do your actions bring you closer towards your goals? IT’S ALL IN YOUR CONTROL… You can start by reducing the bad apples that are spoiling the bunch 🍩🍰🍷

LIKE this post if you’re on the path to become a leader for your loved ones, and DM me “CHANGE” if you struggle to consistently keep the bad habits away ⚡️

[hoarfrostarts]

ArtFight 2024! for Team Seafoam 🐚🪸

Attacks 5-8 of the following characters:

Alice the Cat, for Xaleu / alixs_artstuffs (IG, Cara) 🏴‍☠️

Quaescis, for @tequitoclown 🤫

Latte, for @sir-fluffbutts 🚬

Aki the Albino Anubis, for teranen (IG, Twxtter, DA) ☀️

Still more on the way. Stay tuned 🎵

(Edit: I added Alt text to all the images, I will do better adding that as I post from here on)

Artfight 2024! for Team Seafoam 🐚🪸

First (4) Attacks of the year for:

@darkkdeity - Mycelium 🪦

GrimKr33per (Toyhouse) - Delwyn the Moth 🦋

Frexy (IG/Toyhouse) - Savannah 🐈🦝

@sognodrago - Deepsea Horror 🦈

More to come soon. Stay tuned 🎵

[writing-good-vibes]

all in the name of love

guess who's back !! i invite y'all to watch your favourite fanfic author project her own insecurity regarding intimacy/relationships onto this random hot topic employee. i put vincent through the ringer in this one, apologies in advance. bold is asl, as always. divider images by @/suckgirl. check out sol's art that heavily inspired vincent's smoking habit 🚬😈. domestic sinclair content for the most part but WARNING for some mild spicy implications because i am giving bo too much credit for his hoeing around.

When they are 9 years-old, Bo comes home from school one day and tells Vincent all about his day.

His class has been reading Charlotte's Web, and Bo doesn't like Zuckerman because he was going to eat the pig. He had meatloaf for lunch, and sat next to Scotty Jones, which was good because Scotty is the coolest kid in their grade. In geography they're still going over the State Capitals, which is really boring because Bo already knows all of the State Capitals. At recess he got married to Missy Landry.

At recess, Bo got married to Missy Landry.

Vincent nods and listens when Bo tells him how pretty Missy is. She has brown hair and brown eyes and is the best at jump rope and sits two seats in front of Bo in class. She's friends with Tanya Freeman who is the prettiest girl in their grade and who got married to Scotty at recess last Tuesday.

Vincent doesn't go to school with Bo, he stays at home and Mama teaches him all of his lessons. Reading, Writing, Arithmetic. Lester doesn't do any lessons yet because he's barely more than a baby. Or at least that's how Vince still sees him.

Vincent has read Charlotte's Web and has PB&Js for lunch and knows all of the State Capitals by heart.

Vincent doesn't have anyone to marry out on the schoolyard.

When they are 12 years old, Bo comes home from school with a handful of Valentines.

The two of them sit on Bo's bed and, as Vincent looks over each card, covered in glitter and pink gel pen love hearts, Bo tells him about the girls that sent them. The girls who giggled as they dropped their tokens of affection onto his desk as they passed by, and the ones that blushed.

Lisa and Tara and Christine and Becky.

Vincent traces each heart, each xoxo, with care. He puts the cards aside and tries to brush the glitter from his hands. It sticks in the creases of his palms and glints from the fabric of his baggy blue jeans.

He thinks, absently, about Joshua Mayer who lives down the hill from them. He has red hair that is almost as red as the hearts on Bo's Valentines.

Bo is still talking. He says he didn't send any Valentine's, because he doesn't care about soppy, girly things like that.

When they are 14, Bo gets himself a date to their first high school dance.

This is the first year that the twins have gone to school together. Mama said it would be better for Vincent to be around kids his own age for a while, and that she just didn't have the time to teach him what he needed at home anymore.

The lucky girl is Missy Landry. Vincent remembers her. Bo married her at recess when they were 9. It seems like their marriage is going well, and to think Vincent had expected they'd be divorced by now.

Vincent had though Bo didn't care about the dance. But he watches anyway as Bo walks up to Missy after Algebra and says, "Wanna go to the dance with me?"

That's it. Seven words that make up a question that Bo already knows the answer to. That everyone already knows the answer to.

Missy says yes and Bo grins. They briefly discuss their plans, before Missy's friend is tugging her elbow because the bell is about to go for next period.

The twins turn to make their way to their own classes.

"Who are you gonna ask?" Bo asks.

Vincent turns with a start. "What?"

"To the dance," Bo reiterates, though he knows Vince knows exactly what he meant. "You're going to ask someone, right?

Vincent shrugs, watches as Christine Deville passes them in the opposite direction. In the first week of their English class, Christine had forgotten her copy of Catcher in the Rye and had to share Vincent's copy, under teacher's orders. Vincent felt the sweat prickle on the back of his neck as Christine asked, "Should I move over to you?" He shook his head, shuffled his desk closer to hers and held the book as steady as he could, dutifully turning the page when necessary and certainly not making eye contact with the pretty girl next to him.

He doesn't make eye contact with her now, either. She passes them by without a second glance.

When they are 17 years-old, Bo is late driving him and Vincent home from school one Friday.

Vincent waits around the truck, swinging his legs from where he is sat on the dented hood. He and Bo aren't in the same 8th period, so they always meet at Bo's truck after the final bell and drive home. Across the lot, he sees Joshua Mayer. Now he's almost as tall as Vince and plays the tuba in marching band. He's with his band friends, all packing their instruments into someone's SUV. Joshua has a loud laugh, he always has, and it makes Vincent smile behind the mask. He dutifully ducks his head down anyway.

Bo ends up being almost 20 minutes late, and the parking lot is emptying out by the time he saunters up to his twin, looking far too pleased with himself.

"I have a date with Stacy Leblanc tonight," he says, hopping into the drivers seat and switching the ignition.

Vincent follows, climbing in the passenger side door and throwing his school bag into the back seat. "Is that why you were late?"

"Time is it?" Bo asks. He doesn't wear a watch, so Vincent does.

Vince shuffles the sleeve of his hoodie up and checks the time. "3:18."

"I'm not that late," he chides, putting the truck into gear and driving out of the lot. "Had plans to make, didn't I? M'pickin' her up at 6."

They drive in silence for a while, until they get to the long stretch of road that leads back to Ambrose. It's secluded, with tall, windswept trees on either side and a dwindling trickle of traffic.

Bo glances over at Vincent, feeling a heaviness in the air that always comes when it isn't a good time for Vince to speak but he has something to say anyway. Humming lowly with interest, Bo sits back in his seat.

Vince leans forward, twisting in his seat to better face his brother. "I thought you said Stacy Leblanc was a slut?"

He did say that, last week actually. "Yeah well, she should know what she's doing then, shouldn't she?" He grins, raising his brows almost comically.

Vincent shrugs noncommittedly. "If you say so."

Bo smirks, pushing playfully at Vincent's chest. He leans back against the passenger door to get out of Bo's reach. "What, you jealous? I could put in a good word for you, if you want? Then maybe you'll finally get some."

When they are 21, Vincent drops out of college and Bo has to come and pick him up.

They don't talk for a long while. They pack Vince's things up into boxes and stack them in the back of Bo's truck. Each box is labelled. Clothes. Bedding. Books. Supplies: Paints. Supplies: Tools. Supplies: Sketching.

He stops by at a few of his friends dorms to say goodbye. He doesn't tell them he's not coming back in the fall. Just as he's leaving the dorm block, he runs into another friend. A girl from his Art History class. They'd been to parties together, sipping wine in the corner, sometimes his free hand would brush hers, but they never talked about that. He says one more goodbye and then turns to leave

He finds the truck parked across the street. Bo is sat on the dented hood, smoking.

"Who's the lil' blonde?" Bo gestures discreetly over Vincent's shoulder with the cigarette packet.

Vince takes a smoke and slowly turns to look in the direction Bo is pointing. Of course he knows who Bo's talking about, but what harm is there in one last look?

She's continuing down the side walk, the same way she was going when Vincent crossed her path that final time. As she rounds the corner of the block, she casts a glance over her shoulder, gives a half-wave in Vincent's direction, and then disappears out of his life. Or he is about to disappear out of hers? Same difference.

When he turns back to his twin, Bo is holding a lighter out, the flame flickering in the faint breeze. Vincent shifts his mask off, dangling it gently from his fingers for a second, before he deposits it safely next to Bo. As Vincent leans forward to light his cigarette, he lets his hair fall just enough to cover his face.

Pulling away and taking the first testing drags, Vincent replies, "Loretta."

"She's cute," Bo nods, like he's appraising a piece of antique furniture. "She put out?"

Vincent shakes his head.

When they are 22, the guy that Bo had sworn he wasn't dating moves out of Ambrose, so he convinces Vincent to come with him to the closest bar for some of that brotherly bonding they hadn't had a lot of time for in the past few months. He most definitely is not drowning his sorrows.

Vincent doesn't go out much anymore, but he usually accompanies Bo without much fuss. At least he can drive them home, so Bo doesn't total the truck. And to think, once upon a time, Vince was worried that it'd always be him that totalled the Chevy.

They sit at the bar and Bo drinks and Vincent smokes.

A girl with brown hair and brown eyes appears beside Bo and he buys her a drink, because Bo has never been immune to a pretty girl. She bats her lashes and Bo excuses them to "get some air".

Vincent waits, watching the clock above the bar. Sometimes, he wonders if Bo brings him along to be a comparative wingman. Because, Vincent knows, any girl in their right mind would rather hook up with Bo, especially when they see that he is the ugly alternative. He ashes his cigarette into the green glass ash tray.

There's a man, with cropped black hair and broad shoulders, at at the other end of the bar. Vincent can't help but stare. Well-timed glances which make his own heart flutter. He's practiced a smile in the mirror before; no teeth, nonchalantly suggestive. Instead, he watches for the flex of muscle that suggests movement in the other man, suggests he might get caught, and dutifully averts his gaze. When the man downs the last of his beer and leaves, Vince sighs, chin resting on his hand. That could have been an almost, he thinks.

Bo comes back, without the girl, after about 20 minutes. The flush on his face is cooling down, but he's still tucking his t-shirt back into his jeans by the time he arrives back at the stool next to Vince's.

"Where's your 'friend'?"

"She has places to be."

Vincent grunts, turning away to get a new smoke from the packet between them on the bar.

Bo nudges his twin, making him look back at him. "Don't be jealous. You're too good for a girl like that, anyway."

Vincent knows that isn't exactly true. He thinks, at this point, he'd take just about anyone who would have him.

[vikkirosko]

Estella, Christophe andd Cartman with a Angel s/o helping them to be better people?

Headcanons Angel

👒Estella Havisham x Reader 🪵

Estelle was hardly a good person. She was a rude and cruel girl. Her mother didn't try to influence her. And even when you met Estella continued to be the same as always

She didn't understand why you were so eager to communicate with her. You were kind and caring and you tried to make her better than she is. She resisted this and was often rude to you, but you still continued to communicate with her and try to make her better

Gradually, your influence on her began to bear fruit. She became less rude, but she continued to be sarcastic. You knew that you would not be able to change her so quickly, but you hoped that she would be able to change

Estella herself did not notice how she began to compare you with an angel. You were so innocent, kind and caring. Sometimes it seemed to her that there was a bright halo around you. She will never admit it to you, but she was glad that you appeared in her life

🚬Christophe Delorne x Reader 🕳

Christophe did not believe in God or angels. But when you appeared in his life, he began to doubt what he believed in

You stood out from other people. You were kind, caring, sincere. You were always smiling. It didn't bother you that he was so detached from others. You were always there for him and tried to make him better

Sometimes it seemed to him that you are a real angel sent to him for some unknown merits. You took care of him and tried to help him trust people more. More and more often he noticed a light behind you that none of the people had

Christophe tried to keep you at a distance from him. He didn't want you to become a victim of the dark side of his life. But you continued to be there. Perhaps you really were his guardian angel

❤Eric Cartman x Reader 🍪

Cartman was far from the image of a good person. He was cunning, selfish, cruel. He was willing to do a lot to achieve his goal. He was your complete opposite

You were kind, caring and understanding. You were always ready to help others. But for some reason you chose him as the object of your care. You tried to take care of him and tried to make him better

Cartman didn't understand why you were so eager to change him. Everyone who surrounded him simply put up with his character. Everyone except you. You never scolded him, you just tried to help him become better

Cartman's friends could not understand why such a good person like you even communicate with him. Kenny sometimes joked that you were an angel who came down to earth to guide Cartman on the right path. They had no idea how close they were to the truth

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm sorry I love you. Sorry I can't stop chasing those nights we had on the warehouse rooftop, just laying back watching the stars. It's not good for me, I know, but at least it's something I can keep to myself. The ghost image of you, the vague impression of who we were like a shaky, blown-out polaroid picture. I miss you. I miss being worth it. I miss being the person you think I am. He really blew it, huh? At least when I'm asleep, I can stay with you until I wake up. Anything I say in a dream can't hurt you. It's better that way. I wish it wasn't. I still love you. I'm sorry.

- 🚬😈🏍️

'

[its-a-swift-kloss]

I'm a musician/songwriter myself and I literally only stick around Kaylor spaces because of Karlie, for anything other than Kaylor, Taylor is legit dead to me and has been since her scumbag decision in November 2020 to lie about Toe being WB and I've legit been at a point where I borderline hate her for her disgusting artistic decisions since Grammygate.

If Karlie ever hinted that she had nothing to do with Taylor anymore, I'd ditch paying attention to Taylor in a heartbeat for the rest of my life and loose no sleep over it. I can't forgive Taylor for Grammygate, and I for one think thar Toe is the perfect beard for Taylor, he and her are a matching pair of greedy grifters who'll screw over anyone and everyone if it'll benefit them in some way, I'm almost convinced they're twin flames in a platonic way at this point 🚬😒

Oh, wow. I can't imagine how much worse this is for songwriters. I'm sorry. I can't defend Taylor on that one, even if I wish I could. I think she believed she could end the speculation on who WB was, trying to hide this someone behind this guy and it went horribly, as we can see. It already sucked to see someone who advocated for songwriters' rights and recognition for women in music end up handing credit like this, now it's even worse when you see this asshole completely dismiss the amount of work involving this job. The reason he can be so nonchalant is bc he has no idea how much it takes to create something like this anyway. I just hope she can see now how bad this can get. It's already horrible, but if this little puppet decides he can start to move on his own, her image is on the line. Tree better force some sense into him or just cut the strings altogether.