#I WANNA DRAW SO MUCH PLEEEEASE

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As soon as im free from this test i have i i'll be drawing all those accumulated ideas nonstop until next halloween

[usernameforaboredcat]

Black & Red (Shanks X F!Reader X Mihawk) SMUT

Anonymous request (I got chu)

Just a simple day at the beach drinking turns into something way more hot and steamy than expected.

A long fic, have fun babes

Warning ⚠️: age-gap, threesome, groping, double penetration, deep throating, maybe some others that I forgot idk its sex ya know the type of shit youre signing up for.

“Shaaaanks, come on! It’s too early to drink, we’ll be up all night again”.

“Don’t worry about it so much sweetheart! It’ll be fun!”.

That’s the last coherent conversation I remember before getting shit faced and passing out on a beach with Shanks. No matter how many times I tell myself ‘you gotta stop doing this, I don’t care how hot he is I can’t be drinking this much’ but do I ever listen? No of course not! Have you see him? That man is so hot and fine, all I can do is easily submit to anything he asks. I mean it's not the first time he's easily made me submit to something, which ended in a lot of hookups or alleyway deepthroating. Hehe...

I awaken from my slumber as I feel myself being shaken. “Wakey wakey sweetheart”. I hear an all too familiar and soothing voice. I groan and snuggle more into his chest. “Nooo. You made me drink and gave me a hangover”. I mumble. “Does it make you feel better knowing that I have one too?”. He asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“A little”.

~

I yawn as I walk back to the cove the crew was camping at, coming back from some private business time…I had to pee. I see the crew already partying and drinking again. Seriously? “Hey! (Y/n)!”. I look towards Shanks, seeing him drinking with an unfamiliar man with a large sword sitting next to him, a long coat and a large hat. “Have you ever heard of the 7 warlords?”. Shanks asks me, the man turning to look at me. “Uh yeah…I’ve heard of them…”. I answer nervously, I think I already know where this is going before he can even finish. “This is Mihawk! An old buddy of mine! He’s one of the warlords”. He explains, using his free hand to usher me over.

I walk over to the two men, Shanks pulling me over to sit on his lap. "Come on (Y/n), don't be shy now and say hi!". He tells me, as if I'm a child. Sir, I'm 20. I turn to look at the warlord, man is he an attractive man. "Hello". I greet him. "Hello, young lady". He greets back. I turn to look up at Shanks, tugging on his shirt to draw his attention to me. "So what's this about? Why are we partying again?". I ask him, tilting my head slightly. He smile and laughs. "Ya know that Luffy kid I told you about? He finally got his first wanted poster!". He answers happily.

I remember him talking about that Luffy kid. Shanks told me how he met him years ago, the dumb little kid who cut his cheek and ate the gum gum fruit. He isn't any younger than me, the more I think about that the more it kinda makes me feel weird. Still, I'd like to meet him one day.

"Huh, look at him". I mutter under my breath, but I know Shanks heard me. As if the conversation is forgotten about, Shanks now holding out a filled cup of booz to me. "Enough yappin! Take a sip, dear". He orders me. 'Uh, I really don't wanna drink'. I take the cup from him, taking a sip from it. "Atta girl". He coos, his hand now sitting on my hip, rubbing up and down with his thumb. I feel a shiver runs down my spine, the feeling of his hand running straight to my core. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how to get my body going.

'God, I hate him'.

~

My breath quickens as I feel a jolt run through my body, whimpers slipping through my lips no matter how hard I try to hide them. "Ssshhh, not so loud baby". Shanks whispers into my ear, his finger not stopping it's abuse on my clit. I throw my head back into his board shoulder. "Sh-Shanks, pleeeease~". I whimper out. "Hm? Please what? Need me to fuck you already?". He asks in a deep tone, his hot breath down my neck. "I-hhh I!". I stumble on my words, needing him to give me just a second to cum. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Shanks". I feel my body freeze, but Shanks doesn't stop. "Oh, hey Mihawk". He pulls his hand away, my legs giving out and I collapse to the forest floor.

"What's up? You leaving already?". Shanks asks the other man. "I was thinking that, yes". Mihawk confirms. "Oh come on, you just got here. Why not have a little fun with (Y/n) and I? I don't mind sharing that pretty face". He offers the man. 'HUH!?'. I turn my head behind me, looking over to the men. I look over to Mihawk, seeing that he's already looking at me dead in the eyes with a hungry look. "You're too open with sharing your toys, Shanks". He comments, taking his sword off his back and setting it against a nearby tree. The two men walk over to me, Mihawk standing in front of me as I feel Shanks crouch behind me. "You don't mind, do you sweetheart?". Shanks asks me, pulling me back so my back is against his hard chest, using his hand to rub my chin. "N-No". I stutter out nervously, looking up into Mihawks almost glowing eyes.

Shanks chuckles as his hand goes down to my shirt, pulling it up to expose my bare chest. "Good girl~". He hums into my ear, nuzzling into my neck. I shiver and shut my eyes as Shanks's cold hand goes down to my chest, groping and grabbing at my tit. I let out a soft moan, feeling him twist and play with my nipple. Shanks's head rises once again, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Come on baby, show the war lord what that mouth of yours can do". He orders. I hum with a nod, finally opening my eyes to look up at the warlord.

I break eye contact to see a growing bulge in his pants, only half hard. I grab the hem of his pants, slowly pulling them down. His half hard shaft rises up slightly, hanging straight out from his body. I reach up and grab him by the base, Mihawk letting out a very quiet groan. I lean forward and close my lips over his tip, licking his tip. I look back up to look into Mihawks eyes, slowly moving my head back and forth as she stares down at me. "Oh don't try and ease me into, unless Shanks hasn’t taught you properly”. He comments in an unimpressive tone.

Shanks chuckles from behind me, his hand sneaking up to the back of my head. “She can take it, I have her working that throat of hers every night like the slut she is”. He responds, gripping my head and moving my head for me. I moan into Mohawks cock as Shanks moves my head for me, shoving me down on his cock more. I cough as I feel myself getting shoved deep down, feeling him deep down my throat. Shanks moves his hand away, but I keep the pace he set and continue to deep throat his cock. “That’s better”. Mihawk compliments. “Yeah, she’s a good girl, aren’t ya sweetheart”. Shanks chuckles, sliding his hand down my back. My body jolts when I feel Shanks’s hand back in my panties, running his finger through my wet folds.

My body shivers as I feel Shanks use a free finger to poke it in and out of my aching pussy, causing me to just need more friction. My body was already so close to being filled, but now we're back to square one. My body is tingling painfully, needing release finally. I start to moan painfully onto Mihawks cock, breathing through my nose quickens as tears build up in my eyes. I try to move my body, needing more than just the tip of Shanks's fingers inside me. "Shanks, your pet is getting restless". Mihawk tells the red head. Shanks chuckles. "I can tell, she's trying to suck my fingers in". He confirms. Mihawk then grips the back of my head aggressively, speeding up his pace and slamming down into my throat. "Don't worry dear, you can get fucked as much as you want once I'm finished". He tells me, his penis tip punching the back of my throat.

Shanks chuckles again. "Look at you, you'll get all the cock you want. I bet a whore like you is loving this". He whispers into my ear. "I can't wait to see you drenched with cum". He adds in a deeper tone, licking up my neck. "Take it, take Mihawks cum, take all the cum like I trained you to". I shut my eyes as tears spill from my eyes, struggling terribly to breath. My body feels like it's going to explode, ready to gush all over Shanks's hand. With a few twitches of his cock, Mihawk slams all the way down my throat his warm cum fills up my throat. I cough on the cum, gulping it down. Mihawk slowly pulls out his dick, sucking on the left to leave not a single drop. "Good slut". Shanks compliments. "You did train her good, I commend you that Shanks". Mihawk tells him. "Wait till you feel her pussy, perfection". Shanks respond.

Shanks pulls his hand away from me as I let out an annoyed whimper, pushing my body slightly to let my body fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I breath heavily as I try to catch my breath, my body shaking and loosing its mind from not be able to cum again. A cold hand on my ass makes me jump, I look lazily over my shoulder to see Mihawk kneeling behind me. I turn to look in front of me, looking up to see Shanks looking down at me with a smirk. He gently grabs my chin, rubbing it with his thumb as his smirk turns into a loving smile. "You're such a good girl, if I wasn't clingy I'd let people pay for them to fuck you. You're perfect mouth, pussy, ass, everything. Other men wish they could get one night with a goddess like you". He praises, his words going straight to my core. The mental image of getting fucked and covered in cum while Shanks watches, full bukaki as he just sits happily.

"Would you like that? Or would you rather some weak desperate men pay to watch me fuck you, show them how to really please a woman". He adds. That hit my core harder, Shanks cucking a guy. Some poor bastard watching Shanks fill and fuck my pussy full of cock and cum. I feel a warm tip rub against my folds, rubbing at my tip and poking at my hole. "Go ahead Mihawk, I wanna see the faces she makes when being filled by another man". He tells the other man. Then without warning, Mihawk easily slides his cock fully inside me. A whimpered moan escapes my lips, my legs shaking at the feeling of being filled finally. "Now isn't that a pretty face". Shanks points out, palming himself through his pants. "Sh-Shanks~". I whimper out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need...yoooooou". I moan out, craving more. I struggle to keep my body steady as Mihawk ruthlessly pounds into my body, slamming deep inside me. It feels weird to have another cock inside me, being so used to Shanks monster in his pants. Mihawks length is kind of refreshing, feeling his tip slamming into my curvix.

Shanks chuckles as he looks down at my wanting face, eyes begging for something from him. "You really have been a whore all along, being stuffed with cock and still needing more". He hums. He sits up more, pulling his pants down and his cock smashing me in the face. "Go on then, take the cock you so desperately need". He tells me. He slides his cock into my mouth, my body quickly jolting back and forth. I moan onto Shanks's cock, breathing rapidly through my nose. I can't breath, my body is shaking so much. 'FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM AND WE'VE JUST STARTED! FUCK BUT I NEED TO CUM!'. I give in, moaning loudly as my body finally releases as my body shakes violently. Mihawk hisses, pounding faster. "What's wrong buddy? She cum and squeeze ya?". Shanks asks him. "Indeed, she's trying to strangle me". He responds, causing Shanks to laugh.

"Props to you, I would have cum at her clenching like that". He chuckles. "You're just weak". Mihawk comments. I'm surprised I can still comprehend what they're saying, my whole body is weak and my head is fuzzy. I can't go on, cumming and still being fucked is driving my body crazy. I can tell that I'm finally giving out, because now I can't hear properly what the two are saying. Everything stops, feeling arms wrap under my legs and I get hoisted up with Shanks's cock popping out my mouth. I feel my back press against Mihawks chest, him holding me out spread legged. I see Shanks standing in front of me, he strokes my cheek loving me. "Sh-Shanks...". I pant out. He pulls his hand away, letting me lean my head against Mihawks shoulder.

My body jolts, fulling waking up at the feeling of Shanks sliding into my insides. I pant at the pain, reaching to grip hard onto Shanks shoulder. "That's it, you can take it". Shanks reassures me in a soft tone. My body relaxes, feeling the two men filling and stretching me out. My body felt so stuffed, I thought I was going to rip in half. The feeling didn't get any better when the two started to thrust in sync, thankfully going slow on me. Every breath was a loud moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Their pace speeds up, my mouth drooling from them massing up my insides. The feeling is indescribable, being fucked hard and stuffed to the brink of ripping. I felt like I was gonna pass out, I don't even know if I could cum again.

Their paces speed up, going full speed in and out my pussy. I cry and scream out my moans, digging my nails so hard against Shanks's shoulders that I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood. I could feel my freedom apporting, feeling the two older men twitching and their thrusts growing sloppy to out of sync. Next minute, Shanks lets out a groan as he finally cums. He sits and stays there panting, staying inside me. Soon enough, Mihawk cums again for a second time. The two pull out of me, Mihawk moving me to be laying in his arms. I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, my brain fuzzy and hazy. A warm hand strokes my face softly, a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good job baby, you can rest". Shanks soft voice luls me to sleep, I finally pass out in Mihawks arms.

[bonus]

The two older men walk out the forest and back onto the beach, the other pirates noticing the passed out younger girl in Mihawks arms. "Is she okay?". Benn asks. "Did something happen?". Yasopp asks. Shanks waves them off. "Don't worry she's all fine, just a little shaken up". He reassures. "Why? Did something happen?". Benn asks. Mihawk chimes in. "Just some scary monster".

[steddieas-shegoes]

stumbling into you

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'meet-cute at work' rated: M wc: 999 cw: sexual innuendo, semi-public handsy making out tags: making out, getting together, rock star Eddie Munson, modern au

a/n: let me just say getting this under 1000 words took longer than it took to write the original 1484 words it was 🙁

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Steve's first day was going better than expected.

He'd admittedly lied about his skills to get this job, but how hard could it be to run errands?

A metal band in need of throat lozenges and hot tea was in the studio now.

Easy enough task to do.

When he walked into the control room, it seemed empty.

He looked back and checked the room number on the door.

"Let me help."

Steve turned to see the hottest guy he'd ever seen standing by the mixing board starting to walk over to him.

"Oh. Okay," Steve stuttered out.

"Let me grab the teas," the man said, his hand brushing against Steve's.

"I can just-" Steve let him, flushing when he smiled at him. "I could have set them on the table."

"It's okay, you've got your hands full..." he looked at the badge hanging off his lanyard. "Steve?"

"Yeah, sorry. First day."

"Really?" The man took the pack of throat lozenges from him, opening the bag and popping one in his mouth. "Welcome then. I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other over the next month or so."

"Do you record here a lot?"

"Yeah. We've got this studio booked solid for the next three weeks. Album needs to be perfect and we always get the best quality here."

"So do you sing?"

"I sing. Lead guitar, too."

"Is it a band I know?"

The man looked him over, taking in his business casual appearance, glasses slipping down his nose.

"I don't think we play anything you've listened to. Corroded Coffin?"

"My little brother listens to you! His mom never let him go to a concert though, said it would be too rough on him. He's kinda small for his age and she worries." Steve bit his lip. "Sorry, rambling."

"Cute, Stevie."

Steve blushed.

"I'm Eddie."

"Steve."

"Yeah, Stevie, I got that. You like any metal?" Eddie was clearly trying to have a real conversation with him, but Steve was drawing a blank on what the English language was.

"Never listened to any."

"You wanna listen? Something's off, but I can't put my finger on what. Maybe you could give me an idea."

"M-me?" Steve's eyes went wide.

"Yes, you," Eddie nudged him and tipped his head towards the mixing board. "C'mon, honest opinion."

"I-"

"Pleeeease?" Eddie pouted.

"Okay, but I don't really know what good is supposed to sound like," Steve agreed, walking to the board.

"Good is relative. If you think it sounds like metal music should, that's at least on the right track," Eddie pushed a couple of buttons and flipped a switch.

A surprisingly soft guitar melody filled the room, followed by a husky voice singing.

"This sounds..."

"Sounds?"

"You sound sad."

"Well, that's kind of what I was going for, so I guess that's a good thing."

The music cut off and Steve immediately wished he could hear more.

"Do you have other stuff recorded?" Steve suddenly needed to hear more of Eddie's voice.

"You wanna hear more?"

"If you want?"

Eddie flipped another switch, pressed a button, and a much faster guitar started playing, followed by heavy drums.

"This one doesn't have vocals."

Steve wouldn't listen to this regularly, but he could admit when people were talented, and it was very clear that Eddie and his band were talented.

"You're really good," Steve smiled at him.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Eddie shut off the music and stood up.

He leaned closer to Steve, playful smirk on his face.

"You wanna go in the booth?"

"I'm not allowed."

"I'm allowed and I'm asking, so." Eddie wiggled his eyebrows, making Steve giggle.

"Okay, sure."

Once in the small booth, Steve felt overwhelmed with Eddie's presence.

His body heat was enough to make Steve sweat.

"You do all the lead vocals?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. Since day one," Eddie said from right behind him, so close his breath hit the back of Steve's neck.

Steve shivered, closing his eyes as he felt Eddie's hand rest on his lower back.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to," Eddie whispered against his shoulder.

"I don't," Steve gasped.

Eddie turned him, pushing him against the wall behind him.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie breathed against his lips.

Steve nodded, a whimper escaping his mouth as Eddie's lips touched his.

Eddie was a soft chorus, a soft kiss.

A soft moan when Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck.

Eddie's fingers gripped Steve's hips, tugging him forward so their hips met, both already half hard.

"Wait," Steve said when Eddie started kissing down his neck. "When will they be back?"

"Don't know." Eddie nipped at one of Steve's freckles. "Don't care."

Steve moaned again when Eddie's hand found the front of his pants.

"What if-"

"Don't know. Don't care."

Steve threw his head back as Eddie's hand cupped him over his pants.

"Fuck, feels good."

"How fast can you come?" Eddie's hand squeezed, almost making Steve's legs buckle.

"I-"

"Eddie! Thought you were joining us!" A voice yelled.

"Be there in a few! Just wanted to check something!" Eddie yelled back.

"You're a workaholic!"

Eddie checked through the crack in the door to make sure the person left before he turned back to Steve with a sad smile.

"I probably should join them." Eddie cupped the side of Steve's face in his hand. "Maybe after your shift we can meet up?"

"Really?"

"Really, sweetheart."

"Oh. Um, I guess. I mean, it's probably against the rules, but I can give you my number?"

"I won't let them fire you. I made the move, right?" Eddie dipped his thumb into Steve's mouth for just a second, teasing.

Eddie may have made the first move, but Steve was quick to make the next one that night, not giving Eddie a second to say hi before he was in his lap in the backseat of a hired car.

Steve's job had a lot of perks, but gaining a boyfriend was definitely the best one.

[esmeislewd]

I’m so proud of you 🥹 I hope you slept well, you deserve it. I’m not going to force you to be extra stuffed today but if you want to I won’t stop you 😉 (and of course I can absolutely encourage you to stuff your greedy face, I just want you to ask for it if you still want it after an intense day yesterday)

As for your denial, do you want this to continue? I can make it so much worse or have it all go away, I want to make sure you’re into it before proceeding further :)

I loved seeing your beautiful body on full display yesterday, it jiggled in all the right spots. I’d love more thigh jiggles though! Also your sexy tummy is almost a self censor, you don’t even need panties on from certain camera angles 🔥🔥

So tell me gorgeous, what do you want today? (Also that crop top is such a tease 🥵)

-🍪

Thank you anon <3 I slept really well thank you, I always do when I food coma ^^

And please do encourage me!!! I always eat so much more when I'm pushed and I really wanna make up for my lackluster gains last week~ Also pleeeease continue with the denial, being at the mercy of strangers is so hot!!! Very curious to see how you make it worse too :3

Hehehe yeah my tummy is almost big enough to censor when I'm sitting not quite there yet but it's something I'm working towards (and then eventually censoring when I stand :3). But it is big enough to ooze delightfully out from under a crop top, I looooove how they frame my lower roll and really draw attention to it

[ghostiwrites]

hi hi! i was wondering if i could have a romantic matchup?

i’m not entirely sure what my gender or sexuality is :,> (all i know is that i have a preference for men)

i really like sleeping when i can, drawing and writing are thing i also like to do! i also like ranting about random things-

i tend to stay by myself though i do like hanging out with my friends whenever i can! i’m very sensitive emotionally and i tend to be able to empathize with people easily, though it tends to take a toll on me. having anger issues doesn’t help either- though i rarely take my emotions out on people

i’m very physically affectionate and i tend to show my love through actions rather than words. i tend to get overstimulated/overwhelmed whenever there’s too much noise or people around me. i’m also super loyal to my friends and tend to be a bit protective over them (and just the people i love in general)

i tend to stay up VERY late at night because it’s pretty calming and it’s when i have the most energy. i tend to stay at home a lot but i do like going on walks or randomly exploring my area.

i love moths to death and could talk for hours about them tbh- though i love listening to people i like talk about the things they like too!

thank you for your time! i hope the new year treats you good!

Ahhhh! You have no idea how excited seeing this made me! I hope you’re having a good year so far as well <3!!

So I had a difficult time choosing a slasher for you! Or more like I had a difficult time choosing just one so, why bother trying to choose one! You’re getting two babyyyy mwahaha!

I match you up with Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer!

Both Leatherfaces just for you! I hope you’re prepared for these sweet loving boys :P!!

Both Leatherfaces can appreciate your different arts! But more so Bubba, he’s quite the artist himself! Mask making counts as art right?

I can also see them both really enjoying your writing! When you read it out loud to them though, can’t imagine either of them were really taught to READ but they still wanna enjoy your work!!

Tommy isn’t too physically affectionate but appreciates the love from you! It was hard for him to imagine someone would wanna be so close to him. Bubba however love love looooves physically affection and happily reciprocates it! He’ll squeal and squeeze you back or give you a sloppy but sweet kiss! It makes him so happy that you would love on him so much!

Both Leatherfaces can also be emotional as well, in their own way, so when you’re feeling strongly whether you’re upset, angry, or anything like that! They always know how to help, Bubba would most likely hold you and pat your head while Tommy would listen to you rant or vent, I could also see him offering to let you punch his arm or give his hand a squeeze to release some of those overwhelming emotions :)!!

Both of them VERY much appreciate your loyal nature, considering the life they live and their family. It’s nice for them to know you’ll always stick with them and they won’t have to make you the next meal <3!

Bubba fusses over you for staying up so late, you need sleep! How can you expect to do the work you’re assigned if you’re sleepy? Bubba tries to get you to go to bed at a more reasonable time while Tommy has a tendency to stay up with you (not for very long, poor boy is tired from his chores). He wouldn’t fuss over you like Bubba but he would also like you to go to bed earlier.

Speaking of sleep, these two are absolute cuddle bugs but of course, more so Bubba. Bubba will curl up around you and squeeze you in his sleep while Thomas would probably hold you close by your waist but wouldn’t squeeze you like you were a little stuffed animal like Bubba would.

PLEEEEASE TALK ABOUT MOTHS AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS YOU LOVE TO THEM!!! They will listen so intently, Bubba will absorb all the info you share excitedly, he loves to learn about new things! Especially if it’s stuff you like! Tommy is listening just as intently but isn’t all excited the way Bubba is.

Bless Bubba’s heart he’ll try to get you a pet moth because he just wants to bring you all the things that make you happy! Nobody tell him about how moths don’t live very long, it would break his heart.

I hope you enjoyed these and they were to your liking <3!

-Love, America’s Cannibalistic Sweetheart ☆

[blessedshortcake]

I cannot stop thinking about my au where Mulled Juice adopts Espresso and Captain Caviar adopts Clotted Cream and they kinda just raise them together

Clotted is still the Consul of the Republic but now he isn't part of House Custard but instead he's with Caviar since. He raised him n all that lol

Like I have such a bad brainrot about this and I don't even know why.

More under the cut because I am about to go on a ramble and I don't want to take up anyones tl so open if you wanna know more ig??

AAA okay

I always liked to HC that Espresso got to the republic by his mom smuggling him on a trade ship when the coffee tribe kinda collapsed for whatever reason. Its still a bit hazy with what exactly I plan with her and how Espresso would end up with Mulled Juice but generally I like to think he kept sneaking into his classes or kept trying to listen in from somewhere nearby, or like idk I'll be back with more in a hot second.

Clotted Cream's part is way simpler tbh. Caviar figures out that Custard is abusive after a bit and when Clotted comes to him for safety he kinda just ends up adopting him unconciously.

Oyster also helps them raise the kids, originally I thought of her and Caviar co parenting Clotted Cream but then I had this whole idea of Espresso and Clotted being siblings and all that so that's where we are.

Generally all the Elders kinda pitch in in their own ways, like Vanilla sometimes babysits them and for a while the boys think of her like some kinda weird non blood related grandma figure who they can play cards and old board games with.

Clotted Cream would still be a mage but I am trying to lean him more towards the bomber category like Caviar. He wouldn't have his glock cape (/lhj) since that is a Custard thing but imo being a mage is like a him thing.

He also knows more martial arts here but he is more on the defensive side of things and he also knows how to use a sword because Oyster taught him so. I am still thinking about What exactly his skill would be so I shall be back with that soon

Espresso is a bit more tricky. I think he would still be a pioneer of coffee magic as he is now but with Juice and Caviar raising him, he'd also have way more skills. Like he would also know some martial arts but he would still be more interested in science and engineering than like physical fights.

Juice would probably also help him a lot with learning since he now has way more access to, well pretty much everything tbh. He would teach him more about making stuff and support his research infinitely more like this.

I am imagining their looks being slightly different here too since they have like completely different experiences and wardrobes probably but I cannot draw for the life of me so </3

I hope this was coherent, even if it wasnt ill be doing this again soon lmao-

If anyone wants to talk about this or has like Questions then PLEEEEASE ask me about it here or in my asks or whatever in dms, I am Itching to talk about this as much as possible

Tldr: im insane

[noxiatoxia]

Ummm first of all can I just say how much I fucking love your blog??? Ur brand of ouran themed bullshittery is ✨✨ immaculate ✨✨ and it's harboring empty space in my brain like a stolen jewel stg. also it is so fucking cool to see a fellow hikakao shipper out there in their morning glory like I just fucking shdudjdenkskaanhsuehdbn.. i've recently gotten back into my old ouran obsession and looking around the hikakao portion of the fandom all I see are a couple of tumbleweeds out of my peripheral rolling across a long since vacated dirt road like what the fuck its so hard to find people as in love with these characters as I am and I NEED to talk to any person ever about it or I will go insane. I just??? Have so many thoughts and feelings??? And I have a shit ton of aus and theories and monologues if you're interested :)

sidenote, but I also wanted to say that I LOVE your art style!! I love how simplistic but recognizable it is? It's hard to explain but it's just so visually appealing because it's detailed in all the right ways like seriously it's great :)) I need art tips so bad rn and ur stuff is straight BITCHIN like you can anatomy?? Hoowwww?? :'''))))

Anyway ur blog is basically the musical doodle ear worm to me except instead all I can hear is the shissou beginning guitar riff

THIS IS SO FUCKING NICE....THANK YOU!!!!!!

It's actually really interesting how many people have come to me about this, about being one of the Only active ouran posters esp hikakao. and like. im honored. hikakao is like the grandfather of twincest and i am so honored to carry the torch forward. yes i am 2 decades late to the party but hey i am with every fandom. and i like it that way tbh, i like being in a small fandom and just making connections with other people who share the same intense passion as i do with a goofy series. so ur message means a lot!!

ALSO YES I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR HIKAKAO THOUGHTS OR GENERAL OURAN THOUGHTS THEY OCCUPY MY BRAIN 24/7 PLEASE......PLEEEEASE.....

LIKE. there are SO little hikakao content and tbh theres barely ouran content IN GENERAL and when there is its tamaharu which FAIR I UNDERSTAND WHY i love those funky dudes but....gimmie our roots. i wanna see hikakao and hanimori. TAMAHIKAKAO??? everyone sleeps on that ship. i know most people wont do the two former bc #incest and its not 2007 deviantart anymore but i will not back down. i am in the yaoi war fighting on the side of unhealthy codependency.

also i'm siper thrilled you like my art!!! that's very flattering you find my art style recognizable! anatomy is hard that is for fuckin sure and tbh ive been drawing my whole life, so a lot of it just comes with time. i can give you some tips if you'd like, but really, everyone is different. every artist learns differently, draws differently, and there's no one correct way to draw a picture.

something that really helped me get better at art is to make an "art inspo" folder on your phone, laptop, or a discord channel in a priv server. when you come accross art you really like or find useful to study, save it. maybe you like the style, or how the colors blend, or how an expression was drawn. maybe the artist drew a really good arm or a difficult pose. save the art and study it and learn from it. this helps me immensely personally as i am a very visual person. i learn best by doing, second best by seeing stuff visually laid out in front of me. im sure youll nail it one day!!!!

[he11swinter]

Three things (first off thank you so much for the last ask it was a blessing)

1 I have a song I want to show you that I believe fits Isabella, George and Jimmy but can't decide which one I should draw/animate to

2 This is a fic my friend is writing for a collage class (I'll maybe send a doc if I get permission and you want to read) but it's basically Horace and Dana bonding with Horace being the first guy to not stare lustful at Dana or harm her in anyway while she's not scared of his appearance so the two find some sort of ground to step on and open up together. She said she's trying to write it in a way that Horace will wonder if he would ever had a life with her in it if they were alive (cause we argue what years these two are from cause there's literally NO HINT in clothes/items that help unlike the others)

3 As promised I want to a somewhat happy ask, What are you headcanons of the ghost being "imaginary friends" for some kid? It's a known fact for children to have friends no one else sees as well as it known a chance is the friend is actually a spirit or ghoul. I like to picture George was the most happy to be a little kid's friend since he was a dad before death

You’re so welcome! It was fun, and thank you so much for this one! Pleeeease keep ‘em coming! :D

My vote is George for the song, because he had the revenge arc. The energy feels most like him, maybe? (I want to see the art/animation when it’s done, sounds exciting.)

If you wanna send me stories feel free! I don’t always get to them (I’m not much of a fanfic reader, maybe just quick things) but I certainly try. 😁

As for the times Dana and Horace lived, I THINK there were newspaper clippings in Damon’s shop that hinted or even gave dates, if that helps. I’m almost certain Dana died in the mid-late 90s, making her the second newest ghost after Jean. I always imagined Horace dying earlier, but not by too far. The scrapyard shut down at his death, right? I think…!? What was left of the car models could date him if so, and if identified, but I’m not a car person. 😂

Now see, THIS is adorable. I’m sure George would be a great imaginary friend to a kid, and one that would freak the parents out every time the child referenced him. He’d certainly be the best at the job, too, because…

Billy: He’d be a bossy jerk. Imaginary friend? More like imaginary bully, making them do what he wants and play exactly how he plays all the time. (Cowboys and Indians, of course.) He’d criticize them and do things the kid would get in trouble for constantly. Good luck to them trying to explain their imaginary friend did it… :/

Jimmy: I think he’d be uncomfortable. He doesn’t hate kids, he just doesn’t understand them and thinks they can be kind of irritating. He doesn’t enjoy explaining everything while they ask, “Why, why, why?” over and over. Like, “Why do you roll your head around instead of wearing it?” and he’d be like, “Jeez…”

Susan: She likes kids! Remember her with Bobby? Her favourite game to play with kids is see if she can startle them into tears. It’s great fun (for her). Evidently she’s not very responsible.

Royce: Royce doesn’t want to babysit, and that’s all that’s coming to me right now. Maybe somehow he could warm up to them, however, and treat them like a little brother or sister? (Sometimes I headcanon he had one, but I’ll save that explanation for another day because I did get an ask about it.)

Dana: No tender feelings towards the little gremlin at all; she just wants everyone to leave her the heck alone and stop staring. Frankly, the kid would be in some danger potentially.

Margaret and Harold: They don’t want to hang out near kids, either. Margaret only loves and has time for her son, and Harold would get outrageously jealous anyway.

Ryan: Oh gosh, he’s so unpredictable even to himself. There’s no way in hell he’d be comfortable around a child, but I’m in love with the idea of him gritting his teeth through it and then secretly growing fond. I think there would have to be a certain degree of himself he sees in them in order to be curious and connect; Ryan’s one to seek out familiarity.

Horace: Horace would kick the child. I’m sorry, there’s no hope.

[polyghostfacehours]

This could be a drabble or hcs, either one is fine, but ploy!ghostface where y/n and Billy gang up (sexually) on Stu one night? Just absolutely recking his shit, making him a whiney subby mess. Maybe some edging/overstim thrown in?

Everytime someone requests sub!Stu a baby puppy is born.

I know one asked for fem!Reader, but I went afab!Reader instead since I have a few other people who were also asking for sub!Stu as well.

TW: NSFW, dom/sub dynamics

I Wanna See Him Cry - Poly!Ghostface x afab!GN!Reader:

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You wonder if Tatum ever got to see this sight.

The look on Stu's face was the portrait of lewdness. His face was red, his brows were furrowed, and his lower lip was bitten raw and pink.

"F-fuck. C'mon guys just do it already! I'm g-getting blue balls here." Stu tries to laugh, but it comes out shaky and breathy.

He groans as you tease the head of his cock at your dripping entrance from above him, while Billy teases his own lubed up head at Stu's puckered one from his place between his legs, behind you. The two of you had been at it for awhile now, edging the man until the steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his cock matched the one coming from his mouth.

"Stop bitching Stu. Y/N's in charge tonight, what they say goes." Billy snaps drawing a smirk from you and a whine from Stu.

The blond may complain now, but you know that he loves when you and Billy double team him like this. If one asked what Stu's version of heaven looked like, he would reply that it'd be his cock in your cunt as Billy pounded into his ass.

You turn your head to look at Billy, your eyes making contact with his dark ones before you lean back and lock lips with him. You let Stu's cock fall back against his stomach as you do so, while Billy leaning forward causes his to prod further into Stu.

"Put his cock in me, baby." you whisper into Billy's mouth, and he hums in return. Billy's warm hands on your hips began massaging before one drops down further to grasp at Stu's cock. He gives a few pumps, running his thumb along the underside, earning a jerk and sigh from the blond before he lines the length up with your entrance. Pushing down on your hips Billy guides you to sink onto Stu, a moan leaving you and a cry of relief leaves Stu's lip.

"O-oh. Oh god. Y-yeah. Ngh!"

If it wasn't for the fact he knew you and Billy's punishment would be unbearable, Stu would've begin thrusting into you in earnest. Instead he waited for you to move. And waited. And waited. His hands clenched and unclenched as he watch you continue making out with Billy. He throbbed within you, and the feeling of Billy's cockhead still barely inside him had him clenching down on the sensitive glans. Billy broke the kiss with a groan, licking his lips and looking down at Stu from your shoulder.

"Whaddya say Y/N?" he kisses your temple "Should I give him what he's gagging for?"

A cruel laugh that has Stu whimpering leaves your lips.

"Yeah, but don't start moving. I wanna see him cry."

With those words, the brunette's hands slid from your hips to Stu's, and pushing the rest of the way in. Billy's hips make contact with Stu's ass, and he stops, not pulling out. His lips find yours again, and his arms wrap around you too as you enjoy each other, Stu desperately writhing under you as he's forced to watch in a torturous cockwarming session. One of Billy's hands moves to rub at your clit languidly.

You keep this up, the both of you ignoring Stu's begs and pleas to move. It was difficult, Stu had a way of making you want to give him exactly what he wanted and your heart (and cunt) throbbed at his cute pleas. You lived for this. The much taller, bigger man being absolutely dominated by his two shorter lovers. And you knew Billy loved it too.

"Guys." Stu groaned, his voice finally, finally cracking. "Look, I'm-I'm fucking crying okay. Jeez, just - oh - pleeeease!"

You look down at him, watching the tears stream down his reddened face. You smile, you know Stu knew how to cry on command, and was likely humoring you, but you let it slide. You had your limits as well, and judging by how rough Billy's hands were getting with you, he was also close to just ignoring your command as well. He gave you control tonight, and he could damn well take it away. And you didn't feel like having that fight tonight - not when you were dripping like this.

"What do you think Billy?~"

"Oh. I think we should give our little slut what he wants."

"Let's do it then."

This was the last thing that leaves your mouth before you braced your hands on Stu's chest and begin riding him, immediately jumping into a fast pace, pulling a shout from the man as he throws his head back and clenches the bedsheets. Billy follows suit, pumping into Stu, using your hips as leverage as he thrusts, resulting in Stu's cock driving even deeper into you. You yelp, tempted to glare at the chuckling man behind you before letting it slide. You had more important matters at hand. Namely, making Stu scream out your name.

"Stu, babe." you pant, and half-lidded blue eyes find yours "I'm gonna need you to - ah- scream me and Billy's names for us when you cum, okay? C-can you do that for- oh - for us?"

Stu rapidly nods, and a sharp thrust from Billy has him hissing.

"Use your words. They asked you a question." Billy sneers.

"Yes! Oh. Shit. Yes baby I can do that for you! I'll be good!" Stu practically yells, a rapturous grin splitting his mouth as he closes his eyes in pleasure, moving his hands up to fist the pillow behind his head.

It was like heaven for the man. Your pussy clenched, wet and sopping and providing delicious friction against his cock. The topside of Billy's length hit his prostate over and over, making his legs shake. It didn't take much longer.

With a yell of your names, Stu cums. His back arches, almost throwing you off if not for Billy's hands gripping your hips as he fucks Stu through his orgasm, eventually slowing down and halting. The same thought passes through both of your heads as you watch your shared boyfriend's face and body contort in pleasure. He was beautiful.

The calm that followed after reminded you of the quiet silence of a storm passed. Stu's chest rose and fall in large gulps as he caught his breath. You lean down to give him a quick kiss to his exhausted, tear-stained face, one that he could barely return, and you slide off. Billy does so at the same time, earning a sharp hiss from the blond at the sensitivity.

As you sit to the side of Stu, watching him slowly come back, Billy leans down to place a kiss on the man's forehead. His hand comes down to pat at his cheek.

"Good boy." he says condescendingly. Stu tiredly flicks him off.

You laugh at this, before an idea comes to your mind. You place your hand on Billy's shoulder turning his attention to you. You grin.

"It's a shame we still need to get off, huh?" and this earns a wide smirk from Billy.

"Sure is. We should fix that."

Stu's heart jumps as you both turn to him before you begin to position yourselves. You straddle Stu's face, while Billy grabs Stu's hand and wraps it around his still-hard cock.

"Better get to work."

And hey, who was he to deny a direct order from you two - Stu thinks, as he gets to work with a smile.

[germvity]

leon kennedy x reader // drunk puppy

chris drags leon through to your apartment after a night of drinking, and being the mess he is, leon wants your attention.

reader gender: female

genre: fluff with smut

tags: heavy drinking, reader helping leon get sober, clingy behaviour, chris is done with leons shit 😭

warnings: drinking/alcohol, the nickname puppy used for leon, smut, leon being horni and going to horni jail, swearing, thigh riding (giving), femdom, leon giving me hard switch energy 😭✋, calling someone mommy/mommy kink

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three loud bangs interrupt your alone time and you jump, almost dropping your phone on the hardwood floor. "y/n!" a loud, familiar voice calls, and it sounds pissed. you swing the door open to see chris holding leon by the scruff of his jacket, and your boyfriend's cheeks are flushed red as he beams at you. "take him. i'm done with his constant whining about wanting to see you." chris deadpans, shoving your pretty blonde boy into your arms. "y/n..!" leon slurs, nuzzling up into your neck. "oh, chris!" you call before he walks off. "what?" the man stops suddenly and looks at you over his shoulder. "thanks for taking care of him." you smile at your friend, and he sighs grumpily. "sure, just get him sober and take care of him." chris replies, a soft smile on his face.

the apartment door closes behind you as you guide leon to the couch, but the blonde isn't making it easy. "y/n, i missed you sooooo much." he mumbles into your skin, arms tight around your waist as he takes in your scent. "you've only been gone for a few hours, lovely." you remind him, and he pouts at you as you push him on the couch. "don't call me thaaat!" leon cries, and you roll your eyes. "oh? what do you want me to call you then?" you fold your arms as you watch his curious face. it's as if you could see his brain ticking as he thinks. "the other one." he finally replies, big blue eyes looking back up at you. "baby?" you try, and he sticks his bottom lip out at you. "noooo.. the other other one!" your boyfriend whines, his drunken state slumping back on the couch. "how about... darling?"

"no... the nice one." leon huffs, his boot scraping at the hardwood like an upset child being made to sit in timeout. you hum in thought, sauntering to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. "where are you going?" he calls after you, about to get up until you respond. "getting you a drink to sober you up, puppy." you call back. "that's it!" your boyfriend yells and you almost drop the glass. "baby, what's-?" you get cut off by your boyfriend's voice. "that's the one! you said it!" he beams up at you. "puppy?" you test, and leon nods happily. "you like being called puppy?" you tease, pressing the glass into his hands. "yeah." the blonde sips the drink and cringes at the bland taste. "ahh.." he whimpers quietly, holding the glass away like a fussy child. "you need to keep drinking it to feel better, puppy." you say softly, sitting beside him on the couch. leon lets out a big huff, but drinks the water anyway. you smile when he finishes it, placing the empty glass on the floor and kicking his boots off.

"hmmm, y/n?" leon mumbles, and you hum as you look over at him. "can we cuddle, pleeeease??" he draws out, giving you his best puppy eyes. "c'mere then." you smile, offering him your arm so he could lay on your chest. leon clambers over you and flops down on top of you, gripping your shirt with his fingers. "mmmm.. thank you." he whispers, and you wrap your arms tightly around him. "no problem, puppy." you smile, kissing his head softly. "fuck... i love it when you call me that." leon admits again, voice barely above a whisper as he nuzzles into your chest. you comb your fingers through his soft hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately as you chuckle softly. "yeah? you like being my puppy?" you smile at his reaction, the way he seizes up and shudders at your words. "yeah." leon replies, hiding his blush in your chest. "speak up, puppy." you tease, moving your hand from his scalp to his face so he could look at you. "hnn." his eyes flicker away but the light tap of your finger on his cheek brings him back to you. "c'mon, tell me what you like." you continue. "i... like when you call me that." leon's cheeks are so red you can't help but giggle. "call you what? i call you many things." your thumb rubs his bottom lip gently. "i.. i like being your... i.." he stammers, eyes looking anywhere but you. "haha. alright, puppy. relax, i'm only teasing." you smile, giving him a gentle kiss.

"fuck, y/n you don't know what that does to me..." leon whimpers, hazy, drunk eyes fluttering closed. "my puppy.." you smile, gently rubbing his cheek as his eyebrows furrow. "stop..." the blonde's voice cracks slightly and you grin. "what's wrong, puppy?" you whisper to him. "y/n..." his breath is shuddery as he tightens his grip on your shirt. "puuuppyyy." you drawl out, your other hand cups his other cheek as you now hold his face with both hands. leon whimpers, hips catching on your thigh as he lets out a soft sigh. "damn, i knew this would get a rise out of you but wow. you really do like this, don't you? puppy?" you tease, and his blue eyes find yours. "fuck..." he whimpers, moving to nuzzle into your neck. "aww, puppy. you getting all worked up?" you continue, running your hand down his spine affectionately. "y/n..." he whispers, giving your thigh another hump, yet this time more shyly. "go on, puppy. you can do it." you straighten your leg for him, letting him find a steady pace against your leg. leon lets out a soft moan that vibrates against your neck, and you give his jaw a soft kiss to encourage him to keep going.

leon gasps against your neck, whimpering into your skin as his clothed dick grinds against your thigh. "aww, puppy. is that good?" you kiss his pulse softly, and leon's breath audibly hitches in his throat. "oh, my pretty puppy looks so puppy like this." you whisper into his ear, enjoying how he reacted. "c-can i please cum??" leon moans, pulling on your shirt so he could nuzzle closer. "so soon?" you tease, pretending to think. "please mommy, i've been good." he begs, hips speeding up a little. "fine, but only because you've asked so politely." you laugh, giving his ear a soft kiss as he keens with a mantra of thank you's. "come on, puppy, cum on mommy's leg." you grin, loving leon's moans and whimpers as his hips stutter then stop with a loud whine.

gently rubbing his back, you spoil leon with praise, and he absorbed all your words happily. "c'mon puppy, let's get you clean and get you to bed." you smile, sitting up with the blonde in your lap. "but-" he tries to start, but you cut him off with a playful "ah ah ah." which affectively hushes him. "come on, shower time." you smile, helping your boyfriend stand. before he went into police training you could of carried his scrawny ass to the shower, but now he's been working out and eating more healthy you couldn't scoop him up as easily which this leon, the needy sub kind, hated.

leon pouts, trying to get you to hold him but your much weaker arms couldn't manage. "puppy, c'mon. use your legs for mommy." you roll your eyes as he huffs stubbornly, nuzzling into your neck. "don't wanna." he pouts into your skin. "leon." you warn, and he whines softly at the tone. "i don't wanna..!" he cries and you roll your eyes. "fine, but if i drop you it's your own fault." you give in, knowing he's too stubborn to do anything in this still drunk and needy mindset.

your boyfriend gives a drunken giggle, wrapping his arms around your neck as you pull his legs around your waist. "you're not my little baby anymore, you're actually quite heavy." you remind him, but leon ignores you, happily kissing your neck up as you slowly carry him to the bathroom. "fuck puppy, c'mon let go." you wheeze as you manage to haul his ass onto the counter. leon pouts as he lets go of your neck, watching you leave to get some towels and clean clothes before turning the shower on for him. "c'mon, leon. this should sober you up." you smile, gesturing for him to come to you.

leon jumps off the counter and stumbles into you arms. "hi." your boyfriend giggles, kissing you softly. "do i have to undress you too?" you ask, joking, but he nods. "damn it.. you're lucky i love you, puppy." you sigh, tugging his jacket off and grabbing the hem of his shirt as he raises his arms for you to strip him off his shirt. "thank youuu..~" leon purrs, giving you a soft kiss as you help him out his pants and cum stained boxers. you go to leave to give your lover privacy, but he snatches your wrist with his damn puppy eyes. "stay? i don't wanna be alone." leon's bottom lip sticks out at you and you sigh. "fine, i'll stay with you but i'm not getting in." you reply, stepping back into the bathroom.

you sit on the counter as you wait for leon to sober up. eventually, leon sighs, turns the shower off and gets out. you toss him the towel you got for him and he mumbles a small thank you. "you feel better?" you ask as he dries himself off. "yeah. thanks for putting up with me." leon avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing red and this time not from alcohol. you laugh at his embarrassed look, getting down from the counter to give him a soft kiss. "i love you." you smile, helping him pull his shirt on. "i love you too." leon smiles, kissing you again. you give him one last kiss before heading through to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

settling was easy, and you wait for your boyfriend to get into bed with you. eventually, his side of the bed dips and he cuddles up to you. "i love you." leon mumbles into your ear, kissing behind your ear affectionately. "i love you too, puppy." you grin, rolling over to coddle him and flutter soft kisses onto his face. "stop..." leon blushes, going to turn away from you. "what? i thought you liked being called puppy." you continue to tease, kissing him lovingly. leon sighs, "i'm not gonna live this down, am i?" your boyfriend mumbles as he leans his forehead against yours. "nope. i love you." you giggle as the two of you settle. "i love you more."

[copperbora]

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🐺Beneath the cut I blather a bit about myself. Beware. 😂

🐺 All About Me (jump to the end if you wanna see my citation library about wolves and wildlife, arhrooo!)

- My birthdate is March 18th 1990 and I am therefore in my mid-thirties. I am therefore no longer a whippersnapper despite my youthful appearance (I get miss-aged constantly) which is due to my autism.

- I am autistic and I have ADHD but I am currently struggling far harder with the autism. Derpy short term memory and happy distractibility? Squirrel! That's my ADHD. Fundamental NEED to hyperfocus strongly on a task without interruptions of any kind whatsoever for hours upon hours upon hours? That's my autism and it is fucking up my life because I get extremely stressed extremely quickly when I have to spend all day masking/fawning (aka pretending to suck up to people who don't have my best interests at heart,) instead of passionately writing, hiking or drawing all day, often while happy as a clam and forgetting to eat. I have Pathological Demand Avoidance which explains why commissions make me extremely uncomfortable, but I'm perfectly happy selling prints! (Pleeeease buy my prints and shirts and stuff! I put a lot of heart into making them awesome!❤️)

- I am permasingle. Please don't try to convince me otherwise, as I am now in early middle age and aromantic asexual I have no capacity to imagine a life where I am devoted to another adult human. Become a mom? Maybe. I have no idea how to flirt and I would never do it if I did. I find the idea of someone looking at my body and wanting to sexualize it is incredibly disturbing to me. My body is nought but a vessel for mine powerful spirit, nothing more.

- I am a grumpy socialist (which is not the same thing as communism, mainly it means that I genuinely care about others,) who supports Universal Basic Income, wildlife advocacy, climate change education, LGBTQA+ (after all I am part of the 🏳️‍🌈 community,) Transgender🏳️‍⚧️ (learn about the biological science of transgender here,) Universal Basic Income, neurodivergence, Black Lives Matter, Every Child Matters, Children are People, Housing First/Safe, Comfy Housing as a Basic Human Right, immigration, racial diversity, animal rights (for example tail docking is cruel unless it is done for medical reasons as per the SPCA,) and medical science (trained in the veterinary field, so, y'know, fully vaxxed against all the things.)

- I am trying to base KNIFE EDGE as much as possible on actual wolf biology. I'm doing my best to veer away from the usual fictional wolf fare which is usually very mythical or scientifically inaccurate (or both.) I want KE to help people care about wildlife and the threats that they face like habitat fragmentation, loss of genetic diversity, and climate change. That being said, some artistic liberty has been taken for the sake of my sanity. Production of KE is slow right now for reasons.

I will never censor the sheathes of my male animal characters or their bumholes. The latter because bumholes are hilarious. The former because censoring a blatantly obvious bodypart is incredibly illogical and stupid.

- My favourite Cybertronian (Transformer) is Starscream!✈️ I definitely sympathize with the Decepticons. I don't draw Transformers stuff very often though because bipeds scare me (despite the fact that I can actually draw them quite well,) and I am a wuss. 😅 I sometimes write depraved little stories about Starscream and his trine (as well as other seekers,) and post them here.

- I'm obsessed with horses and I collect (and customize,) model ones so you'll see me share my collection and post customized ones from time to time! 🐎

- I freaking adore my cats and I default to talking about them when I am tired. They are my beloved surrogate children and with my repressed maternal instincts not a day went by while my mom was alive that I did not incessantly show at least one of them to my mother. ("This is my child, please appreciate my child, isn't he cute? Yes, yassss, he is cute, the cutest of the cute, I love him. Please pet him and appreciate his softness with me. Yes.")

- 🪸I have a 30 gallon marine reef aquarium which I call Purrling Reef II. Sometimes I write about it! I really love my fish and invertebrates just like my cats.

- I identify as not-quite-female largely because while I identify with being female in some respects, enough to use female pronouns, in many other ways I just don't. My brain is pretty male - not enough for me to call myself trans, but enough that I was extremely affronted when my chest lost its preferred parking lot-flatness of my childhood. Gender is truly a spectrum!

My Favourite Educational Youtube Channels

- 7DOS (7 Days of Science - the only news channel I need!)

- Ben G. Thomas (main channel where 7DOS originated!)

- SciShow (Youtube channel of much sciency goodness)

- PBS Eons (paleontology and evolution)

- Dr. Polaris (paleontology and evolution)

- GeologyHub (volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes and other tectonic plate stuff explained!)

- Knowing Better (American history and various religions explained in extremely detailed but entertaining, well-cited videos)

- The Financial Diet (much of the same content - minus the religious - as Knowing Better, just in much smaller doses)

- Second Thought (Capitalism, human rights)

- Caitlyn Doughty (facts about death and the funeral industry, how to be death positive, how to advocate for yourself in death, and truly hilarious morbid stories of famous corpses.)

- Jackson Galaxy (for domestic cat behaviour content)

- The Kitten Lady (for feral and neonate kitten care content)

- EDGE Science (for natural history, science communication, weird biology and dinosaurs.)

- Tidal Gardens (for in-depth information on individual species of coral, hosted by the owner, Than, whose soothing voice is pure ASMR.)

- Adam Ragusea (cooking and food science, occasionally fish!)

- Stephan Milo (anthropologyyy)

- Today I Found Out, Into the Shadows, Sideprojects (fascinating and often hilarious history tidbits with Simon Whistler, yes he has multiple Youtube channels)

- Trey the Explainer (fun history)

- Zoe Bee (education in the US)

- Snake Discovery (learn about reptiles!)

- Clint's Reptiles (taxonomy of species and winners like Human Children: the best pet mammal for you?)

- Sheffield Made Plants (plant keeping with humour)

- Thoughty2 (random fun facts)

- ASAP Science

- Reef Dork (saltwater aquarium keeping)

- Mad Hatter's Reef (same as Reef Dork)

- Reptiliatus (Canadian reptile keeping and especially tokay gecko keeping, tokay geckos are hilarious)

- Howe's the Hike (Hiking in the Canadian Rockies)

- Abroad in Japan (learn about Japan!)

My Favourite Podcasts

- Ologies with Alie Ward (science podcast, nerdy goodness)

- Science Versus

- Against the Odds

- Legends of the Old West

- Factually with Adam Conover

- Real Survival Stories

- Real Dictators

- A Short History Of

- Detectives Don't Sleep

- Abroad in Japan (the Youtube channel came first but both exist)

- Backpacker Radio (thruhiking, many poop discussions, no I am not kidding)

Interesting Stuff

- The Sargasso Sea (Thoughty2)

- Hilarious Snowplow Names

- How to Eat Acorns (Adam Ragusea)

- Supervolcanoes (GeologyHub)

- Meet the Most Mysterious Man to Ever Live (Thoughty2, hilarious account of Rasputin)

- Walruses are Terrifying (Henry the PaleoGuy)

- The Great Emu War of Australia (Animalogic)

- How to build a wattle-and-daub thatched medieval house! (Quantum HD)

- Why tomatoes suck now: mechanical harvesting (The History Guy)

Links I Keep For Arguments

I'm opinionated. These are the scientific sources that my opinions are based off of.

🐺Wolves & Wildlife

See the citation library here.

❤️‍🔥Human Rights & 🔥Climate Change

Includes climate change, LGBTQIA2S+, women's/uterine rights, economic survival, discrimination & weird religion/cults. Main citation list here!

- NASA: the sun isn't causing global warming, we are. (The sun is actually in a cooling trend; humans are warming up the planet so extensively that we're countering this cooling trend by over 100%.) Also see 'it's the sun, stupid!' episode of the podcast The Climate Denier's Playbook.

- How to identify a CULT (and avoid recruitment.)

- How Trump abortion bans hurt and kill women.

❤️‍🩹Human Medicine & Nutrition

See the citation library here. (Coming soon.)

- Current scientific understanding of dying, near death experiences, and the afterlife.

- Vaccines are VERY safe, they do NOT cause autism, and there's more aluminium in breast milk than there is in vaccines. GET VACCINATED!💉💉💉❤️

🐶Neurodivergence

- Struggling to Get Stuff Done? Maybe it's More than Motivation. (How to ADHD)

- Times I Should've Realized that I was Autistic (Illymation.)

- Spoon theory explained! (Washington Post)

- Comorbity with Autism - having multiple neurodivergence diagnoses - explained. (AutismBC)

- Dyspraxia/difficulty in motor movements explained - common in neurodivergent folks. (NHS)

- Job hunting strategies for autistics. (AutismBC.)

- Why High Masking Autistics Struggle (Chris and Debby) - I feel all of this so much it's painful, and I desperately wish that I could have shown it to my dad while my mom was still alive, because maybe then he would not have stressed the crap out of her so badly.😣💔

🐈Mammalian Pets (Mostly Cats)

- A global synthesis and assessment of free-ranging domestic cat diet (keep your cats inside)

- Why You Should Adopt Another Cat (Jackson Galaxy)

- How to Introduce Cats (Jackson Galaxy)

- Why kittens are adopted out in pairs (Kitten Lady Hannah Shaw.)

- The Problem with French Bulldogs (thoroughly explained by veterinarian DVMCellini!)

- How to Kill a Shelter Dog

- How to clean a wound on a dog or a cat.

- How Cats Purr

- Why cats go nuts for tuna even though it isn't natural for them to eat.

- How to Make Your Dog Puke in Emergancies

- DIY Senior Feed for Horses

- Evidence of domestication of P. bengalensis (Asian Leopard Cat) in ancient China means that cat domestication goes back earlier & that there were once two domesticated species (but not anymore - modern cats descend from Felis sylvestris lybica,) plus that the modern bengal cat isn't a new idea!

- Both dogs AND cats will eat your corpse if you die and they are desperate. (And there's actually more historical evidence of dogs doing it!)

- Domestic cats are obligate carnivores who eat meat and only meat. Hannah Shaw, aka the Kitten Lady, explains this beautifully (and adorably,) here. Do not feed them a vegan diet, doing so is cruel. Cats do not need carbohydrates in their diets; carbohydrates' only use in kibble (dry food,) is as a binder which holds all the other ingredients together. Cats have just one copy of a gene which codes for starch (carbohydrate consumption) meaning that biologically they really haven't changed from their African Wildcat ancestors.

- Dogs are not wolves and therefore are not carnivores; they are omnivores. While dogs do descend from wolves (sorry, your chihuahua does not descend from coyotes or foxes,) wolves possess just two copies of a gene that codes for an enzyme capable of digesting starches (which carbohydrates contain,) dogs can have up to 22 copies of it. Dogs who do not consume some type of grain as part of their diet can develop serious health problems which can become life threatening. (Note that legumes like lentils and peas do not count as grains. Neither do root vegetables like potatoes, yams or sweet potatoes.)

🐍Non-Mammal Pets

- Reptile and amphibian keepers are NOT an animal rights issue (and actually are developing better husbandry for these largely harmless animals, are NOT contributing to invasive species, and are even helping to save endangered ones. Most reptile and amphibian pets are captive bred and the community is constantly advocating for ALL species to be captive bred! Additionally, since most species are TROPICAL, they simply cannot survive outside in northern climates. Far more endangered reptiles are killed for their skins than are ever captured to be pets.)

- How To Treat Freshwater Fish Diseases - can apply to marine fish too but avoid copper in any tank with invertebrates (Keeping Fish Simple)

Reef Cleaners Information and How-To Database (very helpful on a miriad of topics!)

- DIY aquarium fish trap!

- Ethical keeping of ball pythons with gentle transitioning to properly mentally engaging vivariums (do NOT keep them in racks! These are sentient, emotive animals which need to be given choices in their existence such as multiple - not just two - hiding places and clutter to help them feel safe!)

- Snake Discovery Reptile Keeper Cleaning Hacks (works for aquarists too, and keepers of anything with a water dish!)

- Reptifiles - concise and well-researched reptile care sheets!

- How to safely free small animals, especially snakes, from glue traps - use mineral oil! (New England Reptile)

- AVOID deep heat projectors for reptiles, they are unsafe!

- Harmful ball python myths! (Spoiler alert: racks are bad for them.)

- How to get your snake to eat.

- Budget small scale mouse breeding!

- Safe rocks & materials (and their chemical properties/effects on PH) to use in hardscaping terrariums and aquariums (including wood too!)

- DIY Plywood Aquarium! (King of DIY)

- DIY effective Hamburg Mat Filter (King of DIY)

- DIY rear sump filter - basically DIY AIO aquarium (King of DIY) This is basically what I did with mine haha.😅

- Cheap household algae control! (King of DIY)

- DIY Reef Dry Rock! Yes, you can make your own! (Australian Aquarist)

- Scaping vivaria with concrete and foam board! (Serpa Design)

- Use pool sand in your (freshwater) aquarium instead of expensive aquarium sand or play sand! (Palmer Aquatics)

- Use medium grit blasting sand in your freshwater aquarium. (Palmer Aquatics)

- Use frameless glass picture frames for glass panels in DIY terrarium builds (Terrarium Designs - video shows how to safely cut it and everything) or Ikea UTRUSTA glass shelves for the same job (Serpa Designs) or balustrade glass for aquariums (Australian Aquarist - this glass cannot be cut but it is super strong so it is worth it to design your wooden aquarium around it!)

- Male and female bettas CAN be kept peacefully together so long as their water has tanins, tonnes of plants to block sightlines, the water is kept slightly colder, and one avoids red specimens as these are more aggressive. (Fishistory)

- Snake Body Language (a twitching tail only means 'I'm happy' in dog language!)

- Budget hacks for rats (and mice)

- Safe and dangerous foods for rats (and mice)

- Scatter feed rats and mice for foraging behaviour (never use a bowl)

- Rat diet options

- Rat and mouse-safe woods for chewing and habitat

Permaculture!🍇

- Easy DIY coddling moth traps that work just as well as pesticides for protecting tree fruit! (Alternatively: bag each fruit with a large organza bag!)

- Permaculture orchard design - far more efficient land use which equals more food and less effort in maintenance!

- Program your seeds by starting them in poor soil for two months then switching them to better soil for much stronger, more vigorous plants!

- Canadian wild plant collecting guidelines (by Garry Oak Ecosystems Recovery Team)

- Municipal rainwater reclaimation in Seattle via rain garden - brilliant, cheap, and far better for the environment!

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And no, I am never changing my banner, I don't care if my banner is ancient lol.

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

One Word Prompt: Fish

Title: Scaled and Icy

Pairing: Platonic, familial Logince

Summary: “Oh, Virgil is going to hate him. He’s going to erupt in a rant about Logan being too impulsive as if Logan doesn't think out every action in a methodical manner.” Or. Logan decides to adopt an abandoned human child. 

Word-Count: 1k

Warnings: Dubious Morally Grey Logan, Merfolk But They’re Like Fae!, Presumed Child Abandonment, Slightly Unreliable Narrator, Transformation, Emotional Manipulation, Mentioned Cannibalism (Kinda), Angst With a Kinda Happy Ending, Don’t Worry Roman’s fine, Probably, It’s Dark Fairytale Vibes Okay

Here, have another eldritch logan adopts a child au! 

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"You're like a fish!" The human child crows, his brown eyes alit with both wonder and joy. He couldn't be much older than three, possibly four. Which is all the more concerning, really, for where is his parents?

Logan blinks. "Not entirely but yes, I do share similar characteristics to them."

"Fish, fishy, fish-man!" The child declares, pudgy fingers reaching to touch Logan's bioluminescent blue scales.

"A-aahah--" Logan begins, moving slightly back, "Please refrain from touching people without asking their permission first."

He tilts his head, golden brown locks falling over his eyes. "Pleeeease can I?"

"Of course, thank you for asking."

The human child's face brightens at this. He reaches again, this time delicately touching Logan's scales with care.

"Whoa," The human child breathes in, "It'ssocool."

He then draws the hand away, resting it against the sandy shore. "My name is Roman and I wanna be a prince! What's your name?"

"You may call me Logic," Logan smiles, showing a slip of his sharp needle-like teeth. There's several rows of them unlike a human’s set of teeth.

This terrifies most humans, but not Roman who possesses the boundless courage of childhood. He leans closer, face scrunching up.

"Logic's a silly name." He declares.

Logan laughs, "Well good thing it's not my true name."

"It's a pretend name? Like make-believe?"

"Essentially, yes. You shouldn't give names away, they have power."

Roman doesn't seem to heed Logan's words, instead protesting, "Well, then, I wanna be Prince Romanul-us-ulus--Romulus then!"

Logan lets out a low, crooning noise, one generally meant to console young merlings. He never expected himself to so enchanted with a child, let alone a human one. Yet the instinctual parental drive is stronger than he thought.

"Well, Roman, would you like to be a prince?" Oh, Virgil is going to hate him. He’s going to erupt in a rant about Logan being too impulsive as if Logan doesn't think out every action in a methodical manner.

"Well, yeah!" Because Roman needs someone to look after him. His parents are clearly not doing a great job of it. He could've gotten swept up in the waves and died if not for Logan.

"Take my hand, come with me then, Roman." This is something the Ocean surely wills. She offered Roman to Logan and he must honor that.

"Okay!" Roman says, eagerly taking Logan's webbed hand.

And it's all Logan needs to pull the child underneath the water, wrapping his arms tightly before Roman can squirm away. Oh, how the child thrashes, his human instincts kicking in and trying to get him to go towards the surface.

It's alright though, it won't last long. Logan sings, thanking the Ocean for Roman. He won't beg for the Ocean to be merciful because the Ocean is not merciful. The Ocean will either let Roman live or She won't. It's something humans seem to fail to understand, time and time again, as they try their hardest to thwart Her will with their contraptions.

Soon Roman's thrashes go weak and the child is limp, heavy in his arms. Logan hums, rocking the child gently back and forth. His grin widens at the slits forming on the child's neck, acting as the opening for gills.

It's the only warning he receives as Roman's eyes reopen, a fiery red hue, as a piercing wail escapes his lips. The child’s soft, rounded baby teeth fall out as little rows of new merling teeth replace them. Still not full-grown teeth, but better at tearing through raw fish than a human’s dull teeth ever could.

"I know, I know," Logan croons, stroking his golden brown locks, "It'll be over soon."

Roman is not the first human Logan has seen the Ocean take as Her own. Virgil was one of the first Logan witnessed. He’d fallen overboard off a human ship, too young to know how to swim. Logan’s pod circled around his sinking figure, tails whipping with fervent excitement.

“He’s an offering from the Ocean,” Logan’s father had whispered to him, “Either he’s meant to become one of the Ocean’s children or he’ll perish and we’ll feast on his flesh.”

Virgil survived, snapping and clicking with the ferocity of a bullshark. Logan has an inkling Roman will be the same as his wails become more of a hissing, shrill noise. 

His ears has elongated, tipped with small winged fins. Similar fins appear on the backside of his elbows and Logan suspects on his back as well. The most important part, of course, is when the human’s pair of tails conjoin together to become one. This is where many prove their unworthiness to be one of the Ocean’s own. They perish, a mockery of what a Mer should be; malformed and incomplete, a disgrace to the Ocean.

“Shhh, shhh, Roman, let the Ocean accept you as one of Her own, don’t fight it,” Logan continues crooning, adjusting his grip so he is only holding onto the upper half of Roman’s body. The sliver of Roman’s soul that is still human tries to use this to kick at Logan, to dislodge his grasp. 

But this is hard when the tails become stiff, rigid as they become one, shimmering as ruby scales overtake soft flesh. The outerwear humans are fond of wearing tears, ripping to shreds as its unable to handle Roman’s growing unified tail. The tail itself almost makes up his original height but not quite. Roman’s tail twitches once, then several times.

“Rather an odd sensation for you I imagine, hmm?” Logan comments, tracing the edge of Roman’s finned ear fondly. Oh thank the Ocean, he never thought he’d be happy to have a child of his own until this moment.

Roman opens his eyes again, a good proper glowing red hue. “F-fishyman--Logic?”

“Yes?”

“I--I’m a fish too?”

“No, Roman, you’re not a fish. You’re like me--you’re one of the Ocean’s children now.”

“O-ooh. But why? It hurt so much!” Roman pouts, tail lashing angrily.

“That’s simply how it is, little prince,” Logan hums.

“Well, I don’t like it! Can I change back? I wanna see my mom and dad.”

“Now, Roman, you can’t do that. Your parents left you, they weren’t watching you like they should and now I will take care of you. You want to be a prince now, don’t you, Roman? Roman, you will be a prince and you’ll be so excited you’ll forget those humans ever existed, alright?”

Foolish, foolish humans. They really should’ve taught their child about the importance of names. That’s alright, Logan will teach Roman now and keep him safe.

“I do wanna be a prince, I’m going to be a prince, right?” Roman murmurs, yawning. The process of becoming one of the Ocean’s own is a tiring one. He snuggles closer to Logan, curling his tail around Logan. Something Mer instinctively do, to ensure they won’t drift away from their loved ones when they fall asleep. Logan smiles at this.

“Yes of course,” Logan soothes, “You’ll be my little prince and I won’t ever let any harm come to you.” 

[thewritetofreespeech]

hi I hope you're good. i have a request. can you write about GOM + himuro with a green hair s/o. (headcanons, fluff, scenario what you want sweety) s/o features: green(same tone as midorima) hair, 5'4, 46 kgs, usually wears oversized clothes,, tshirts and hoodies, skateboarding, a quiet self conscious introvert person, loves reading books and drawing, Plays guitar but has not good voice for singing can you write before relationship, flirtting times, in a relationship Did I write too many features? 😳 god i really want too much thing. i'm really so sorry if you dont wanna write its ok if you wanna write already thank youuuuu sooooo much for writing ily <3

Shintaro Midorima + custom!f reader

Kise stretched his arms wide as he came out of the school. Fresh and clean from his shower after practice, and ready to hit the town! Practice might have run long, but the night was still young. Maybe he could text some of his model co-workers to see if they wanted to hit a club or karaoke bar downtown.

The blonde looked up from his phone as he came to the gate and noticed a familiar shade of green just past it.

“Midorimacchi! What are you doing here??”

“Standing on the side walk.” The green haired boy replied, in his usual gruff tone.

“Well, yeah. But why are you here?” At his school and not his own.

“It’s a free country.” His head dipped to nudge up his glasses, and Kise just smiled.

It was so cute how Midorima always thought he was so much smarter than everyone else; cause usually he was. But when it came to girls, or one in particular, he was dumber than Kagami these days.

“Why can’t you just say you’re waiting for [Y/N]-cchi? You should be honest with your teammates.”

“I’m not waiting for [Y/N]!” Midorima snapped. “And we’re not teammates.”

“Once a teammate, always a teammate!” The blonde playfully snapped back. “Besides, I think it would make [Y/N]-cchi really happy to know that you waiting for her. If you just told them.”

“Told me what?” The boys look back to see a petite, also green haired girl, standing in front of them with a guitar strapped to her back. It was almost funny, since the instrument was almost as big as her, as she looked up at them with a perplexed look.

“I was just telling Midorimacchi how it would make you happy if he told you that--gah!” Kise’s confession on the part of his friend was cut off when said friend crush his foot under his own. Silencing the blonde as he tended to his wounded toes.

“How was practice?”

“Good!” [Y/N] replied. “How was yours?”

“Also good.” He stepped to the side to let [Y/N] fall in beside him. Letting her bounce up on her toes real quick to give him a peck on the cheek. “Shall I walk you home?”

“Awwww! Did you come here just to do that?” She asked, grinning. Tucking her green locks behind her ears and combing through them with her black nails. “Can we get coffee first?”

“How much have you had today?” He asked as they started to walk.

“Not.....that much.”

“No.”

“Awwww! Come on! I need an energy boost to practice more! Pleeeease? Just one??”

“I said no.”

“Midorima-kuuuun!”

“I’ll just wait here then.” Kise shouted after the couple from his place on the bench. Nursing his foot.

No need to thank him or anything.....

[bloody-peach]

False Impressions (part 2) [Marcus x Peach x Corn FNAF fic]

[Art by @fatgumsupremacy]

Goody bag: threesome, grinding, groping, nipple play, LOTS of pet names (half are in Korean), praise kink, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, panties worn on head, anal fingering, double penetration, creampie, mention of breeding kink, vaginal sex, bits of fluff, size difference (big dick), clit rubbing, slight ahegao, slight temperature play (warming lube) [let me know if i missed something and i’ll add it in]

TW: mention of abuse, Peach has scars from abuse

Author’s Notes: Welp, this took forever. Like I said in a post, my best writing comes out when I’m lying in bed tired either in the morning or at night, so forgive me for the wait! Hopefully once you read it, it makes it all worth it. Also, this is my first time writing consensual anal stuff, so if I made it inaccurate, I’m so sorry, I tried. Anywho, enjoy!

Taglist: @fatgumsupremacy @omniuravity​

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It took a while for Peach to recover, her tears and lack of nutrition left her dehydrated and weak. But luckily when she got better, she was back to work.

Sun was so happy to see her back that he hugged her tight and cried. She explained to him what happened and Sun felt so relieved when he heard that they all made up.

Sun then showed her the big 'Get Well Soon' card he and the kids made for her. She almost cried when she saw the crude crayon drawing of her and Sun holding hands, surrounded by the kids and as she read all the little names scribbled in the card.

It was nice to know that the kids cared about her too.

 Things between Peach and the boys were getting better, too. If anything, they all ended up closer than before.

At this week's smoke circle, which took place at Peach's apartment, Peach was sitting in Marcus's lap, with his arms around her waist and her head under his chin. You could see the big smile on his face the whole time.

Peach showed up in a white decal shirt, a short pink skirt and lavender zip up hoodie along with her plague mask. All the boys were losing it at how cute she was, especially Marcus and Corn.

It was an hour in when Marcus started to be flirty with Corn. Peach had talked about the fuck buddy situation with Marcus and Corn not long after their apology and she decided that they can continue it. Corn was a constant horndog and the only way to cool his jets was for Mark to fuck him, that made sense, she figured.

But in all honesty, after a while, when they would sneak away to have their fun...she couldn't help but get a bit jealous. She even started to get slightly aroused at the mental images she had of them doing it together, which was happening as the flirting went on.

Peach could feel Marcus getting hard as they kept at it, which made her blush hard and the lower half of her body tense up inside. Peach still had her mask on, so she was glad her face was hidden. But then she heard Corn say something.

 "Can we have Peach join us this time?"

 'Eh?' Peach thought, her blush growing and her heart starting to race.

Marcus smiled and said, "I was hoping you'd ask that. What do you think, yeobo?" "I..uh..well..I mean, I'm not saying no, but I..uh...uhhmm... "

Marcus took off Peach's mask, revealing her tomato red face and shy expression. "Aww how cute, she's shy," Marcus cooed. "Don't worry, aein. We wanna make you feel all kinds of good."

He then moved to her ear and asked in a soft, low voice, "Would you like that?"

The way Marcus would whisper in her ear like that would always get her waterworks going, and he damn well knew that.

He positioned her on his lap so his tent would press against the crotch of her panties under her skirt, a small noise coming out from her. Marcus caught this and he kept whispering in her ear, "You want more?" Peach automatically nodded. "Nell and I can give you much more than that."

Corn nodded and asked her, "Pleeeease? We wanna show you how much we love you." Marcus smiled and whispered, "So how about it? Do you wanna play with us?" It took a moment, but Peach finally gave in and nodded. David smiled and took that as his cue to leave, saying "You three have fun," as he left.

 Wait, did they plan this?

 Once David left, Marcus held Peach and stood up, carrying her bridal-style towards the bedroom, Corn trailing behind.

When they got in, Marcus sat Peach on the side of the bed, knelt to her height, cupped her cheeks with his hands, and kissed her deeply.

As they kissed and he took her jacket off, he thought about how he loved that anywhere he grabbed or held Peach, it would fit perfectly in his hands. Her face, her breasts, her ass, anywhere. There were times where he liked to think that Peach was specifically made for him.

He started to slide his hand up the back of her shirt as he unfastened her bra and kept caressing her skin. He could feel the roughness from the countless scars on her back, which her father gave her over the years.

He thought about if her father showed up anywhere near him or Peach, he'd pulverize the bastard where he stood.

He remembered the day when he found out about the scars, how he saw Peach's resolve start to waver as she described how they got there and how he felt the intense need to protect her from whoever did this to her, or from anyone who wanted to hurt her in general.

He would show in many ways how he found her scars to be as beautiful as her, like running his hands and fingers along them and kissing them whenever he can.

He let his fingers slowly brush up the length of her spine. He knew this was a weak area for her, a place where he could touch in the right way and get her to melt like ice in his hands. She soon moaned in his mouth and leaned towards him, showing he had hit a sweet spot.

That was when he lost it.

He immediately started to undress her and himself, right down to their underwear. He groped and massaged her bare breasts, licking her nipples as the tent in his pants prodded against her panties, begging for the fabric barriers to be removed. He pulled down his boxers, revealing the raging erection he had, and he was just about to slide Peach's panties off when he was interrupted by Corn tossing his shirt at his head.

“Ahem,” Corn said slightly annoyed.

This snapped Marcus out of his carnal desire and as he took the shirt off his head, he turned to look at Corn, who was already down to his boxers and had his arms folded across his chest, his face having a pouty expression. Marcus chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he said sheepishly, "Sorry bout that, Corn. I got a bit carried away."

Marcus then scooped Peach up and he pushed the pillow back and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard and Peach’s back against his chest. Peach started to blush when she felt Marcus’s cock resting against her spine, she could feel it throbbing and the heat it radiated.

Corn got on the bed, sat on his legs in front of them, and Corn just stared at Peach in silence. “Uhm...Nell?” “S..Sorry. It’s just...I just love your eyes. They’re so pretty,” Corn said as he had a goofy lovesick smile. Peach couldn’t help but giggle as she blushed.

Corn scooted a bit closer, cupped her cheeks with his hands, and kissed her, catching Peach by surprise. This kiss lasted for a few seconds until Corn broke it, saying, “I love your lips too.”

He then started to kiss down her neck and chest until he reached her breasts, when he grabbed them and said, “Gotta admit, you also got great tits.” Peach giggled a bit at his wording.

He then kissed down her belly, stopping above her tattoo. “This tattoo is one of my favorite things. I love that you decided to place it on such a sexy spot.”

That’s when Corn took the corners of Peach’s panties and slid them down her legs. Once they were fully off, he put them on his head like some perverted crooked crown before putting his head between her legs.

“Now this, this is just gorgeous. This is one of the best pussies I’ve ever seen. It’s so nice and pink and always so sensitive.” He traced a finger around her lips, causing her to gasp slightly. “And your clit is just too cute, oh my God.” When he gently caressed it, Peach let out a soft moan.

Corn smirked and used two fingers to caress the inside of her lips and prod at the opening. Soon enough, he slowly pushed them inside her and kept going til he reached his knuckles and his thumb was pressing on her clit. “Gaaah!” Peach moaned out.

Marcus slipped his hands up to Peach’s breasts and started to massage them as he tugged gently on her nipples with his fingers. Marcus bent his head down and kissed Peach’s neck, saying softly, “Your moans are something I love hearing. You’re being such a good girl, aegiya.”

Corn started to pump his fingers slowly, curling them to reach her g-spot while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Peach was starting to get lost in the pleasure, her walls twitching around Corn’s fingers. “Wow, you’re really clamping onto my fingers here.” “Dude, I love it when she does that on my dick, it’s the best feeling ever,” Marcus chimed in. “So soft and warm inside..”

Soon enough, Peach could feel her inner core starting to tighten until she broke, clamping hard on Corn’s fingers, juice coating his hand. Corn pulled his fingers out and licked his hand clean. “I love your taste too. It’s always so sweet, I can’t get enough of it.” “Hey, don't keep it all to yourself,” Marcus said before he slid his own fingers inside Peach.

She moaned at the suddenness of it and how much more his fingers stretched her out than Corn's. After a few pumps, he pulled his hand out and brought it close to his face, licking it clean. Peach felt his dick twitch against her back as he groaned, "Mmm...you taste so good, nae sarang..I want more..."

He then grabbed Peach by her waist, turned her around and laid her on her back as he knelt down to her groin. Peach ended up covering her face in embarrassment and Corn commented, "D'aww, you're just too cute, baby girl."

It wasn't long after that til Marcus immediately started to eat Peach out, which caused her to moan and put her hands on his head, her fingers partially entangled in the small bun he put part of his hair in. "Gahh..M..Marcus..I...ohh..ahhh.!" was all Peach could say as she felt him slide his tongue deep into her cavern, the piercing gently pressing against her walls. Corn was able to grab Peach's breasts and knead them as Marcus continued.

Marcus was eating her out like he was a man dying of thirst and her pussy was an oasis. He loved her taste too, probably more than the other two guys. He loved how sweet she always tasted and how soft she felt on his lips and tongue.

He then decided to suck on her clit, causing the woman to moan even more, "Ahh..! M-Marcus! If you do that, I'll...I...I'm...I'm gonna cum..!" Corn bent down and said softly in Peach's ear, "That's the idea, angel. Go ahead, it's alright." Peach panted and soon, she finally granted their wish a second time, cumming on Marcus's mouth while moaning out. Marcus drank everything that came out of Peach greedily and left a small kiss on her clit before lifting his head up and cleaning his face.

"That's it...I can't wait anymore...get me in there..!" He flipped Peach onto her belly and had her kneel as brought her hips close to his groin as he stood from his knees. Peach was facing Corn and had her arms around his shoulders. She felt as Marcus rubbed his length along her pussy, feeling the piercing touch her clit for a second. "W..will it fit..?" She asked slightly nervously.

Marcus always knew the answer to that question. He and her had sex many times before and he was able to have most of it fit inside each time, but he was a bit cautious because he noticed that compared to his size, her pussy was a bit smaller than any others he'd seen. But that's what makes her even more adorable, he thought.

"Don't worry, naekkeo. I won't go all at once," he said as he caressed her side. "Ok.." Peach responded. With that, he started to prod her opening with the tip before slowly sliding the head inside.

Once he was 1/5th of his way inside, he paused to let Peach adjust, who was already moaning. He started to thrust in and out a few times to get her used to his size before he slid another fifth in. He repeated this process until he was able to get it all except an inch of his length inside. Once he started to do full thrusts was when Peach was losing her mind in the pleasure.

As she was moaning, Corn smiled and asked, "How does it feel, Peaches?" "I...it's so big...s..so good...I...I...I'm sorry!" Peach started to cry at the end of that sentence, which made the boys start to worry.

"Sorry? For what?" Marcus asked. "Y..You always struggle to fit it all in...a..and even then, I can't take it all...I'm so sorry..!"

Marcus knew that Peach always wanted to make her lovers feel their best when they were with her and she must've felt that she was letting him down by not being able to take all of him. It damn near broke Marcus's heart.

"Oh, cheonsa, there's nothing to apologize for. I'm not..ngh..disappointed at all." "R..Really..?" "Far from it. I still feel you clamping onto me so tight..mm..and even if I..agh...couldn't get half of it in, I'd still be happy because it’s you.." Peach almost cried more at that statement, saying, "M..Marcus.."

It was then that Marcus flipped Peach on her back, pulled her into his lap, and kissed her deeply as he helped her ride him. Peach returned the kiss and once they broke, he said, "Naekkeo..you've always been..so good to me..that's another thing..I love about you.." Peach couldn't help but hug him tightly, her head over his shoulder.

Not too long after that, Corn chimed in, saying, "Man, I'm so fucking jelly right now..." Marcus smiled and said suggestively, "Oh? Wish you were in her place?" "No, I wish I was in YOUR place. Getting to dick Peach down til she's a mess...I wanna fuck her too!"

Marcus then got an idea. He brought Peach closer to him and had her show her ass to Corn, and he said, "There's still a spare hole. You got that strap-on, right? I'm sure she'd let you join in, so go ahead!"

"W-What?" Peach said, in a mix of pleasure and fear.

Corn got really excited as he took his boxers off, put on the strap-on, and inched his way to Peach. He touched her shoulder, asking, "Can I? Can I? Can I? Please please pleeease?"

Peach thought about it. She was always curious how it'd feel if one of the boys took her from behind like that, and the idea did turn her on. "Okay...but...can I request something?" "Sure. What's up?" Peach blushed as she said, "I..It's my first time back there, Nell, so..please be gentle with me..!"

An ear-to-ear smile grew on Corn's face and he said, "You mean I get to be your first?! Fucking poggers yo!" Peach leaned her face onto Marcus's shoulder, since she couldn't do a facepalm. 'Oh God, this dumbass...' she groaned in her mind. Luckily, Marcus hugging and nuzzling her was able to bring her back to what was happening.

He smiled and said, "Well aren't you a sweetheart, aein?" He then reached his hand toward the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of warming lube. "Better use this," he said before handing it to Corn. Corn took it and put some of the lube on his index finger.

"Hey Marksman? You mind leaning back a bit so I get a better angle?" "Sure." Marcus slid back until he was at the right angle for Corn to get to work. "Now you just try to relax your muscles back there, ok? It'll be much easier that way," Marcus told her, her nodding in response.

Peach did just that, relaxing her anal muscles while Corn slowly slid a finger inside. It wasn't painful, the lube made it easy for Corn to slide in, plus the warming sensation from the lube and Marcus still inside her helped her ignore the pain.

Once Corn slid a second finger in, that's when it started to feel good. "You're doing awesome so far, Peaches. Just keep relaxing," she heard Corn say. Luckily the warming lube helped with that too.

Soon enough, Corn got into position and said, "Alright, I'm going in. I'll go slow, but hang in there, ok?" Peach nodded. With that, the toy pushed against her anus and once it broke through, Peach let out a noise, "Ah-ahh..!" The pain did increase, but luckily she had relaxed enough so the pain wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be.

Corn bottomed out and had his chest against her back and he put his arms around her, his hands on her breasts. Peach put her arm around Corn to keep steady. Corn stood still to let Peach get used to the fullness as he asked her softly, "Does it hurt?" "Not really...it just feels..different.." "Does it feel good?" "Y..Yeah..weirdly.." Corn smiled and said, "Don't worry, first time's always weird."

After that, Corn proceeded to start thrusting, and so did Marcus. It wasn't too long when her ass started to feel really good. Peach could feel both men rubbing against her walls and it drove her insane. The pleasure was just so much for her to take.

"How's it going, Peaches?" "I...mm..nngh..gaahh..!"

Marcus looked at her face and smiled as he saw her drooling, smiling, and her eyes rolled back. "I think we blissed her out, Nell." "Aw hell yeah!" The boys started to thrust in unison, making Peach moan more.

After a while...

"M-Marcus..! Please cum in me..! I can't take it anymore..!!" "Ok..but only if you cum too..!" Marcus reached his hand down and rubbed Peach's clit. This was enough to bring Peach to her mind-melting orgasm as her walls clamped down on both members.

She heard Marcus groan as he put his face against her neck and filled her up with his hot cum. She could feel him still rubbing her clit to make her orgasm last as long as possible, milking all the cum out of him. "Ahh that's it, take it all..." she heard him whisper.

Peach rested her hand on the back of his head as they started to come down from their highs. Marcus turned his head towards Peach and said breathily, "God I wish I could put a baby in there...you'd be such a good mama.."

Peach blushed but smiled and heard Corn chime in, "Oh she'd be a super mom. You oughta see her at the daycare, the kids love her."

 Corn then slowly pulled out and when it was Marcus's turn, he raised his head up and said, "I...wanna stay like this for a bit longer...please..?" He asked Peach. She smiled and kissed his cheek, saying "Ok."

Marcus had him and Peach lay on the bed, facing each other, with Corn being the big spoon behind Peach. After Marcus pulled the blankets over them, he touched he and Peach's foreheads together and said, "You did so good, nae sarang. I love you so much..." Corn snuggled Peach, saying, "Ditto and then some." Peach reached her hand up to touch Corn's cheek and she nuzzled Marcus, saying "I love you guys too."

Peach loved all her men with all her heart. And she was so happy to have them in her life. So of course it hurt when she caught two of them together and assumed the worst. But once everything was cleared up, things were better than ever. And now as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that when it came to these two, she wouldn't have things any other way.

 'Wait, what was that about putting a baby in me?'

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Count to Three

https://weheartit.com/entry/220987445

Title: Count to Three

Summary: Casey can’t fall asleep and Dean is there to help.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Casey Moore)

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: Fingering, Oral sex, external stimulation, female orgasm, protected penetrative sex, mention of bodily fluids.

A/N: So I usually post Henry Cavill content. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever posted a story that’s not for him. But this... this felt right. Please understand that this is the first smut I ever wrote, all the way back in 2012. I posted it forever ago on fanfiction.net, which I’m pretty sure doesn’t even operate anymore. I haven’t edited it save for some formatting that will make it easier to read, and I definitely cringed quite a bit while re-reading it, but it felt dishonorable to edit the original. 

You’re not gonna understand everything that’s going on because it’s a snippet from a much larger fic, but the basic info that you need to know is that Casey and Dean are connected by a spell, and she sees his future in her dreams. 

Now, there is a further continuation of the author’s note at the bottom of the fic explaining why I’m posting this that contains MASSIVE SPOILERS for the series finale, so if you don’t wanna know, don’t click keep reading. It’s that simple, I’ve done everything I can to defend you.

"Shhhh, shhhh... Casey, calm down." Dean strode across the room to sit next to her on the bed, uncharacteristically pulling her into his arms and putting his hand behind her neck. Casey wasn't even sure why she was crying, she was just so very frustrated at not being able to remember. The boys' life was in her hands, and her damn brain couldn't remember the dream. 

"Casey, it's not gonna come back to you if you don't calm down," Dean whispered so she would have to quiet down and listen. "Now breathe." Casey closed her eyes and breathed deep, focusing on her other senses. Dean had never been this close before, and she could smell the soft musk of his soap. Sandalwood, leather, black pepper, a hint of scotch, and motor oil from his car, she thought to herself, letting the scent wash over her in soothing waves. She could hear him breathe, slow and steady, and she tried to match him as best she could. The hand she had on his chest could feel his heart, beating out a strong rhythm. 

The muscles underneath that hand rippled at her touch, and for a moment she felt a small spark in the pit of her stomach. Casey opened her eyes and found herself eye to eye with the most beautiful irises she'd ever seen. She was normally such an observant person, how had she never noticed the piercing green she saw now? And his lips, they looked much softer when they were this close and not drawn into such a tight line. Her mind began to drift to things, inappropriate things, like how much experience he had and what he could be doing with those lips... 

"Casey?" 

Casey snapped back to reality. 

"Sorry, I'm calm," she assured Dean quickly, not wanting to betray her thoughts. "I just wish I could remember. If I could just sleep, I would dream it again and remember, but I'm not even close to tired, so I doubt that will happen." Dean smirked, knowing full well what she had just been thinking (even though she very gracefully tried to hide it). He had been with enough women to know when they wanted him, and he had to admit he liked the idea of sleeping with Casey. She was a pretty girl, and feisty to boot. He'd been scheming for weeks, trying to figure out a way to get her to bed without it complicating things. Without realizing it, Casey had just handed him the solution on a platter, and he wasn't about to let it pass by.

"I could help you with that," he said, flirting. Casey looked up at him confused, so he went on. "With the sleeping... I know exactly what we could do to wear you out. All I have to do is count to three." His hand was still around her neck, so before Casey had time to register what he was saying, he pulled her to him and kissed her with a feather-light touch, making her question if his lips had actually touched her. He held his face right to hers and paused, waiting for her to put two and two together. Casey looked at Dean like he was crazy, and then suddenly it dawned on her. 

"Oh," she breathed. "Okay." That 'okay' was all Dean needed and his mouth was on hers, lips moving together in a violent dance. He was normally gentle with his lovers, but this wasn't the time. The whole point was for Casey to be exhausted, so Dean was going to give her every move he had. She was going to beg before he let her have it. 

Casey let Dean take charge; she was content to let him have his way with her, and the way he was moaning against her mouth, he seemed to agree. His hand left her face and came down to join its brother at the hem of her shirt. He lifted the fabric to reveal smooth skin, and even Dean was surprised at how soft it was. He paused the kiss to remove her shirt completely, stopping short once it was gone. She was even more beautiful than he had realized. Casey whimpered at the lack of touch, so he quickly pulled his shirt off and continued his attack on her lips; pushing her horizontal and climbing on top of her in the process. Casey was in heaven. She had never been kissed so forcefully, so passionately, and she loved it. The weight of his lips, the brush of his fingers, the firmness of his abs beneath her fingertips; it was all so wonderfully overwhelming. Her insides ached with desire, and she wanted more. She knew Dean was drawing this out on purpose, but she was getting frustrated. Wanting to move things along, she unbuckled his belt and whipped it out of its loops, surprising Dean and giving her the opportunity to unbutton and unzip his pants. Dean caught her wrists in his hands and brought them down to her sides. 

"My timing," he scolded, laughing at her groan of displeasure. He gave her a little tease by undoing her pants and pulling them down just past her crotch. The cool air hit her exposed groin, fabric already wet with her desire, and she groaned again, this time in excitement. Pulling her arms above her head, Dean came back up to kiss her neck, skillfully running his tongue in the crease of her collarbone. He moved his head down to kiss her ribs, knowing that when he did she would arch her back, which would give him access to the back of her bra. Casey left her arms where they were as he undid the clasp, revealing her breasts. She wasn't a large girl, but she was proportioned in just the right way, each breast round with a small pink center. Showing no mercy, Dean took one of her nipples in his mouth as he pinned her arms again, sucking on the soft flesh to get it hard and then flicking it rapidly under his tongue. Casey cried out at the warm sensations, and tried in vain to get away from the teasing touches. Her breasts had always been slightly ticklish, and though it felt amazing, she couldn't help trying to escape his grasp. Dean held firm and continued the onslaught on her breasts, alternating between the two as her cries and squirms egged him on. He was having fun playing with her nipples, and seeing as though she couldn't go anywhere, he wasn't going to stop any time soon. 

Casey could feel his cock growing harder against her leg, and her inability to touch him back increased her arousal. She wanted nothing more than to take his member in her mouth and torture him in return, but she was pinned, which only made her mound throb harder. "Dean! Dean pleeeease!" Casey screamed, the nerves in her breasts sending fire to her loins. "I can't... no more... I need... inside..." She couldn't even form a proper sentence. The fire was burning inside her, growing hotter and hotter as she begged him to give her release. It seemed as though her pleas fell on deaf ears as Dean ignored her request to enter her. Instead, he took both her wrists in one hand and brought the other hand down to tickle the breast his mouth wasn't currently sucking on. 

The fire inside Casey erupted at the combination of the tandem touch, and she came hard. Her breath came out in strangled cries, and she bucked harder against him than she had before. Dean kept up his steady rhythm, licking and tickling and slowing only once she came down. 

"One," he said with a grin, laughing softly at the expression on her face. He sat up quickly. Before Casey had time to reassemble her thoughts, Dean was tugging off her pants, and encircling her hips with one arm. The hand that had been pinning her arms slid down her side, past her hip, and came to rest cupping her crotch, thumb brushing against the skin he found there. Casey gasped against his touch, pleasure lacing itself through her veins. She tried to grab his hands, but Dean just smacked hers away. He pulled her panties down just enough that he could reach her bare clit, and stuck his talented tongue into the crevasses of her body. Casey keened as he began his torturous flicking again, wanting him to open her up and fuck her with that tongue instead. She felt Dean smile against her womanhood, and in vain she prayed he would give her more. 

He didn't. Dean used his free hand to pin her wrists underneath her body so that she couldn't push him away and continued licking her up and down. He used two fingers from his other hand to move aside her underwear, slid them in between her lips and held them there, making Casey gasp, and pull against his firm grip. 

"No, Dean please," she said, trying to persuade him to free her hands. Dean ignored her and held fast, shifting his body slightly to spread her legs a little further apart (which elicited another gasp from Casey). He brought his lips down to her button and sucked hard, shoving his fingers inside of her at the same time. Casey's brain exploded at the sudden warmth of his fingers. He pushed and pulled and twisted and scissored in every possible way, contorting his fingers to find every spot inside of her that made her scream. Of course, that wasn't very hard to do; thanks to his mouth on her slit it didn't matter where his fingers went, her orgasm stayed strong. 

"Oh my God... Oh my God, Dean!" She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure continued to roll through her. 

"That's right baby, say my name," Dean mumbled around her mound, trying his best to ignore how unbearably tight his pants were. He would have satisfaction soon enough, so he focused on her. She was still choking out strangled gasps of pleasure, so he moved his fingers faster, pumping her in time with his tongue. Casey's eyes rolled back into her head and she became rigid, her body locked in spasms and her mouth falling open into a silent scream. Her muscles relaxed and she went limp, eyes closed, head rolling slightly and chest heaving. She didn't even fight Dean's grip anymore, just moaned as he slowed down his pace. "Two," Dean noted quietly as he took the opportunity to stand up and remove his pants and boxers. He groaned in relief as his throbbing cock was freed from its tight bondage, not at all surprised to see he was already leaking. He bent over and pulled a condom from his wallet, tearing the wrapping with his teeth and then slipping the condom on with one hand. Casey hadn't moved, hadn't even felt him get up. Eyes still closed, she felt gentle fingers slowly tug her panties off, so she spread her legs wide, inviting whatever was to come next. She was expecting more teasing, more drawn out torture, so when she was suddenly filled with Dean's length, her eyes snapped open, breath catching in her throat. Dean growled, and began to thrust himself deep inside her. Casey's reaction was immediate, her body opening up to receive all of him, her arms coming above her head so her hands could grasp the sheets behind her. Dean was relentless, pounding into her with fury. He grasped the headboard for leverage, and kept up his pace, hard and fast. Casey cried out every time he was deepest, and Dean felt himself slipping over the edge. Casey's third orgasm rocked through her body at the same time Dean let go, his shout mixing with her cry. He continued to thrust through his orgasm, keeping her pleasure high, until it hurt too much to continue. Casey relaxed her body again, and let Dean clean up, too tired to move. 

Dean finished in the bathroom, and came back into the room to find Casey fast asleep, still naked and sprawled across the bed. Dean looked at her tenderly, pulling the covers out from under her body and draping them over her so she would be warm. He climbed into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her worn out frame. She snuggled closer to him, seeking his warmth, and looked up at him through moon-slit eyes. 

"Thank you," she mumbled to him, drifting back into sleep. Dean looked down at her and kissed her forehead. 

"Three," he whispered.

A/N Continued: Okay, so I’m not here to get into a debate about what they did or did not do right in last night’s episode. I don’t care about your politics, I don’t care about what you think about the episode as a whole. I’m posting this as a tribute. A tribute to Dean Winchester.

Dean is... was, my first love. He introduced me to writing. He was my first boyfriend, he showed me things about my body that I wasn’t aware it could do. He showed me what it meant to keep fighting in the face of adversity. He was there to encourage me when all hope seemed lost. He reminded me that he too dealt with what seemed like an unloving parent, with a parent who no matter what you did, it was never enough. And watching him die like that broke my heart.

So, this story is for you Dean. I love you, I will always love you, and it’s okay. 

You can go now. ❤