#and then i just kinda curled up in a ball and died about it

[disregardcanon]

going back to piano is so much for me emotionally. because i had a really difficult experience with my first teacher, who was one of my catholic school teachers with the "you are a "gifted child" and when you're not learning the way that i've always taught forever that obviously means that you're lazy and/or careless". and then i quit in eighth grade because it had become such a struggle to even get myself to get through a lesson because i'd become The Worst about it and she also just wanted me out the door.

but then i took 3 months of lessons over the summer with a different instructor when i was 19 and bOY HOWDY that's where my brain goes when i'm doing okay. "here's how to help you better put the actions your two hands are doing together. here's how you can analyze the piece and see what's going wrong. you're good at hearing the chords and how you want them to line up so go through and analyze the chord progression and put that down and it'll help you" and it just- it was a fucking lifesaver.

like i just wish that i knew when i was a kid that the reason that it didn't work for me was that i didn't know how to connect my fingers to what things were supposed to sound like and that was deeply fucking frustrating. and that was something that i could learn and it didn't just mean that actually i was awful at this thing and needed to stop wasting all of our time

[menlove]

Andy: Just like most artists, really. I mean, there’s obviously no reason at all why you should answer any questions about what your songs are about, because the songs should be the statement, and obviously when you start talking about the particular meanings of something, without the music, without the context, it doesn’t sound right.

I certainly noticed with Brian Ferry’s songs that he expresses, reveals, far more of himself in songs than ever in a conversation, and he does it in a way that it’s always surprising – a quite extraordinary amount of revealing things. That’s particularly him. I know that that doesn’t apply to you.

Paul: But, you know, isn’t that what a lot of stuff, this “so called art” is about, isn’t it? You know that someone in a picture will be able to do something, express something you can’t do. Yeah, I think I find it easy, I mean, the same way a lot of people have stutters but don’t stutter when they sing a song. That always amazed me that, and I think it is the same way that you can have things said in a song. I mean, I would never have looked at John Lennon and kinda said, “I love you”, because it wasn’t about that, you know, it was nothing about that. But in a song, in the particular way they’re written today, I kinda easily say, “I love you”, almost as a throw-away, because it doesn’t seem embarrassing in that context. I can always deny that it was ever written about him. Burn the tapes, and delete the…

Paul McCartney, interviewed by Andy Mackay in 1982 about his album "Tug of War" (source)

(note: bold mine, but he did trail off there/was interrupted by Andy by another question. it's unclear which one from the transcript. but nothing has been cut off)

[sailforvalinor]

!!

[septic-shock-on-a-tuesday]

Coming to conclusions and realizations

UHHH IGNORE THOS VENT-

[ovaryacted]

Me writing for DI! Leon means I get to make him as hairy as I fucking want because I absolutely, positively, 200% believe that he has a nice happy trail and leg hair.

The manly hair testosterone hormones didn’t really kick in for Leon until he was 29 cause of stress and trauma, so when he could finally grow out that stubble it never left his face. But DI! Leon is a whole different ballgame. He’s not hairy like a werewolf (that’s more Carlos for sure), but he definitely has more body hair in that era cause he just kinda stopped focusing on it as time goes by.

You’d just like to watch him trim the stubble or shape it up, maybe even shave it off and let it grow back a bit. But you constantly tell him to keep it, that you like the way it feels when he kisses you or when he nuzzles into your neck. You enjoy the sensation of having his cheeks rubbing against your inner thighs as he eats you out, grabbing on to his head and pulling him in closer. Sometimes you’ll squeeze your legs around his head on purpose so you can feel the friction of the prickly hairs on his jaw scratching at your skin, only heightening the sensations for you.

Imagine riding him on his thick thighs and he has leg hair, feeling it against your skin every time your hips came back down on to his body. Think about the fact that he has a happy trail and trims his pubes a bit but doesn’t fully remove it CAUSE HES GROWN! So whenever you suck his dick so messy in the way he likes, the spit just spills all over and builds into a small puddle at the base of his pelvis. His favorite thing to do is watch you slurp it back up, how your nose nuzzles into his skin whenever you deep throat him. Don’t even mention the way he moans when you put his balls in your mouth, slurping on them like no tomorrow.

But the best part of it all? He loves it when he gets the white ring surrounding his cock when he fucks you. He wants to see the way you clench and cum around him, how your fluids stain his skin and pelvis, like your own personal way of marking him. He wants to smell like you, hell even taste like you. Probably enjoys putting you in a chokehold so you can feel his bicep curling around your neck, having your hands grab at his forearm and caressing the hair on his skin. If he’s not able to still feel the remnants of your release on his top lip, he’ll make sure it sticks elsewhere.

Petition to make him more hairy? Everyone raise your hands. I SAID FUCKING RAISE THEM! I KNOW Y’ALL ARE OUT THERE! Don’t be shy this is a safe space.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 1)

It wasn't long after Uzi restored N and V's memories that N began to stay over at her “apartment.” more often.

It started when he sheepishly knocked on her door one morning, chassis slightly steaming and looking guilty, tail laying flat against the floor.

“H-H-Hey U-U-zi” His voice was so glichy it was nearly impossible to hear what exactly he was saying, his visor angerly blinking, warning him that he was overheating, as if that wasn't immediately obvious.

“Holy shit! N!” Uzi was immediately concerned, leaning in to help her best freind and to lead him inside, she went to grab his hand to help him. Only to be immediately burned, the temperature of his plating feeling like a stove top.

“Y-y-eah, I'm kinda h-h-ooo-t right now.” He explained as if he wasn't about to melt in front of her. She sprinted to her room, grabbing the canister of oil she'd been sipping on and shoving it in his mouth.

He drank it deeply, emptying the entire container rather quickly, steam plumed around him and he sighed, his joints groaning from the quick constriction back to form.

“Oh wow, that was a little closer than I would have liked. Thanks Uz!” He brightened immediately, tail curling up and beginning to wag, a beaming smile on his face.

“N! What happened? I've never seen you that hot before!” She motioned him in, looking into the hallway to make sure nobody saw him enter. It wouldn't help the already rampant rumors about her. About them.

“Uh, V is in one of her moods after I tried reminiscing with her, she shoved me and I fell into the sunlight.” His explanation was not lacking in enthusiasm, seemingly not thinking about how close the death he just came.

“And she didn't get you oil because…?” Uzi questioned, trying to not notice how he looked around her house in awe, glancing around at everything.

“Oh, because the oil we have is old and a little chunky, it would have taken too long to cool me off before I started to go offline.” He explained, picking up a picture of her father and her, when she was a pill.

“Awww, baby Uzi!���

Blushing, she swiped the picture out of his hands and put it back down.

“Bite me! I'm not cute!” She snapped at him, only for him to laugh lightly, as if that action itself proved whatever point he was trying to make.

“Whatever you say!” He grinned, walking off to pick up another trinket off the shelf and turn it in his hands.

“This isn't the first time you've been here, you've seen it before, also you almost just died. Priorities!”

“I actively avoid thinking about the times I almost die. Also look!” He brought her attention to a picture of her, in a toddler body, bashing her dad in the head with a wrench.

“Looks like you were good with tools even when tiny!” He cooed at her image, Uzi grumbled, trying and failing to swipe the picture from his hands.

“Also, I was unconscious for most of the time I was here. I didn't get to see all your adorable droneling pictures!” He threw his hands up, tail wagging wildly.

Adorable?

“N!” She shouted in indignation, fists balling up and stomping her foot like the was throwing a tantrum.

He put the picture back on the shelf, giggling at her, if he was anyone else she would have bitten back a little harder, but he was incredibly difficult to stay mad at, especially with that crooked, dopey smile.

“Well, I guess I'm stuck with you until nightfall…” She murmured, honestly she had started to become nocturnal herself, being unable to touch sunlight after her strange, fleshy transformation at camp, switching over seemed to be the better option.

“I was about to get ready for bed, if you wanna-”

“Sleepover!” He shouted immediately, looking like he just got the best Christmas gift ever. Uzi couldn't help but smile at him, he was always so endlessly positive.

“Uh, yeah… I guess.” She turned to look aloof, but to also hide her growing fluster, which had been growing more and more common since prom.

She drug him into her room by the arm, partly just to get him away from more of her pictures. And slammed the door behind her. Sighing softly.

When she opened her eyes again, N was sitting on her bed, well more laying, as he was a little too tall to comfortably sit upright without touching the ceiling, and was looking at her nightmare board.

“Mmm. This looks like repressed memories.” He said off-handedly, and he was partly correct, some of them were nightmares, some were things she'd rather be only in her nightmares.

“Just nightmares N.” She replied, going into the corner of the room to find a comfortable shirt to change into. Only to look at N, to realize he was still in his overcoat and hat.

“You want to wear something more comfortable then that coat?” She asked, still pulling through the mountain of clothes.

“Huh? Oh uh, if you have something that fits me.”

Fair enough, he was quite a bit taller than any other worker drone. Especially her.

But luckily, she had hoarded clothes over the years, and finally fished something out that was way too big for her. But would probably fit him just fine. A thin lilac shirt that said. “My Girlfriend Thinks I'm Tall.”

The universe really wanted to shove this crush in her face today. Didn't it?

Whatever, the universe could bite her.

“Here.” She threw the shirt up at him and continued to search for something that suited her. Finally, she saw a faded yellow shirt that read; I'm a Big Freakin’ Ray of Sunshine

Perfect

She turned, only to find N standing naked in the middle of her room, the shirt folded in one hand and his coat draped over the other.

“N!” She immediately whipped around to face the wall, her temperature rising quickly, a violent blush taking over her face.

“What?” He hummed, seemingly unperturbed by being nude in front of her, taking his sweet ass time putting the shirt on.

“You're naked!”

“And? The only difference between us is armor plating.” He responded, pulling the shirt over his head. His voice laced with confusion.

“Still! You don’t see me stripping in front of you!”

N paused for a moment, seemingly pondering this. Before he clicked his tongue.

“I wouldn't mind it, you seem to forget that none of the corpses that make up the spire have clothes.” That made her jump, sometimes she forgot he was a disassembly drone, with his cheerful, loving attitude. And it made her feel a little weird, did all of the worker drones really look so similar?

Did he not think of her as different?

“N-No, I don't care how many you've seen. I don't want you to see me.”

She heard N make some kind of noise, then heard him step out and close the door. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, shit, she didn't realize N would be so nonchalant about it.

She quickly got changed, and reopened the door for N, who met her gaze with a slight blush, and who's hands were shifting against each other awkwardly. Clearly, he'd known he'd said something wrong and overthought it.

“Erm, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, and I didn't mean to imply that… you look like every other worker drone. Because you don't- uh…” He broke from her gaze for a moment, and his tail flicked irritability. What she could see of his visor he was? Blushing? Maybe?

“You don't look like anyone else. You look like you, and you are my best friend.”

Or maybe he did.

“It's okay, you kinda walk around without pants anyway.”

“So does V!” He defended, before they both dissolved into laughter, awkward moment being pushed aside.

“Come on, let's choose something to watch.” And they walked back into her room, N following as she pulled put a drawer, letting him look at the movies she had.

“A lot of them are animated, looking at live action humans is a little freaky to me.” She admitted, watching as he held each box in his hands. Reading the description of each.

“Oooh, this one is about robots!” He grinned, showing off on of the boxes to her.

“Wall-E? I haven't seen that since I was little.” She vaguely knew it was sappy though, which knowing N, he may have picked up on as well.

‘Yeah sure…” She picked up her homebrew laptop and shoved the disk into the reader, before looking around for a place for both of them to sit.

Her couch was currently covered in railgun parts, where she has been trying (and kinda failing) to repair it after it exploded, she'd nearly had to start from scratch.

But then that left her bed… which would probably end up with the both of them being in pretty close proximity, even more so with how excitable N could get.

N made the choice for her, climbing up to her bed and giving her his hand to help her up.

She blushed, looking away as she took his hand as was hoisted up quickly enough to disorient her, thankfully she didn't loose grip on the laptop.

She landed in his lap, she could tell that much by the ambient warmth radiating from his core, she felt him lean down over her shoulder to start the movie, some of his silvery hair tickling her cheek.

Ah, shit this escalated, does he realize how close we are right now?

Apparently not, as he readjusted himself he forced them closer, Uzi leaning fully against his chest, his head looming above her as she was curled on his lap.

She was extremely happy he couldn't see her visor, which she was sure was nothing but purple at this point.

Still, she eventually relaxed into it, realizing that this was one of the only ways they'd both truly fit on the bed while still being able to see the screen.

She just… didn't remember the movie being so… romantic?

The way Wall-E swooned over Eva's sleek design, melted at her voice, showed her his collection of weird human things… for once she could kinda relate, looking up at the disassembly drone, who's eyes were locked onto the screen.

“Awww, he likes her!” He pointed out when Wall-E tried to hold her hand, and all Uzi could do was shake her head, of course he'd be into romance, that was just so… N.

“Kinda reminds me of when we first met.” She said without thinking, before her words caught up with her and she realized what she was implying.

Luckily, either N didn't call her out or simply didn't notice.

“Yeah… her arm cannon thing is really similar to your railgun.”

Oh thank Robo-Jesus that's what he took from that.

“I don't think you were swooning over me though, with me trying to kill you and everything.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

“Uh- Pfft, I wouldn't swoon over anyone N.”

Yes. Nice Save.

“Thad?” N mentioned, eyes still trained on the screen. Although his tone had shifted slightly, although she couldn't fathom why.

“Ew. No. Sports Jock is not my type, he's just not mean to me.” They both jumped when a lightning strike hit Wall-E as we was trying to recharge her.

“I'm not sure what I'd do if you suddenly went offline like that.” N's voice was uncertain, like it was something he'd been thinking on.

“You worry about that?” Uzi replied, trying to ignore the way her core sped up, but wait his did too.

“Of course, with everything going on I'm afraid someone is going to get hurt in a way I can't fix…” One of his arms wrapped around her, seeking comfort, making her jump slightly.

She wasn't used to other people caring about her to this extent, in the way she knew N did, he was her ride or die and she knew that, and it was worth so much to her.

“If you're talking about V, she can kill us both before taking a breath.”

But showing him that was too scary.

“I don't worry about her as much as I worry about you.” His head rested on hers for a moment, as he watched Wall-E hold onto the side of the spaceship for dear life.

She felt herself smiling, face warm. He was such a wonderful friend, he was one of the only people that truly cared about her.

“I'll be fine… Bite me….” He chuckled, sensing no aggression behind her words. And they fell into comfortable silence, getting reabsorbed back into the movie.

Uzi found herself melting pleasantly in his warmth, she'd expected him to be warm, with his constant need for oil, but had expected it to be more unpleasant, instead it was lulling her to sleep quite rapidly. She felt… safe. And that was weird considering she was cudd- uh leaning against a drone who could end her life before she could even finish her next thought.

But she knew he'd never do that, he would rather melt into a puddle than lay an aggressive hand on her, and in a way that made her feel special, even though he would do the same for any of the worker drones in the bunker.

“Oh she looks really upset…” Her eyes refocused on the screen, Eve shouting at Wall-E while her words faded into the background, showing he wasn't listening.

“He did follow her into space.”

“For love!”

“She doesn't know that, although pretty sure she'd still be mad if she did… it really wasn't a smart decision.” Uzi deadpaned, groaning at N's partly fake offense.

“Love is always the best decision!”

Then please don't let me go

She shook off that thought with a shake of her head, settling back against his chest, realizing his arm was still around her and his head still laid on hers.

They were actually cuddling now, there would be no denying that. But Uzi couldn't bring herself to be upset by it even if a part of herself was screaming about her “reputation.” and her “critical lack of edge.”

“Am I putting you to sleep?” N asked, his voice soft and soothing, it sent pleasant streams of data straight to her core.

“I've already seen the movie, and… you're really warm.” She admitted, looking up onto to find he was looking back at her.

“You don't have to stay awake for me then.”

His eyes were honey, pure and sweet and looking down at her like she was a precious gem. She smiled, eyes dimming as she fell into sleep mode. Was this still just a crush? It didn't feel like one, with the way her core felt full and heavy like it was about to come out of her chest. Was this what love was like? She didn't know, she'd never felt anything close to it before.

[Sleep Mode] appered on her visor and N felt her relax fully into him, letting out a content sigh that made yellow spring to his cheeks. His attention slowly turning to the movie again.

She nuzzled into him in her sleep, making the robot equivalent of a squeak as she did. His core felt light, and a small laugh fell out of his mouth.

He worried about her constantly, with her strange powers and her transformation, she'd put herself in danger, always bravely going into it with so much confidence it tended to rub off on him even if he was nervous. But he still worried, she was still a worker, still small, still so much more fragile. And recently, he'd seen her lacking in confidence, terrified.

Even if she would tell him to bite her if he dared ever call her any sort of fragile. She meant so much to him, his closest friend that he could always count on to be patient with him. She could be prickly, sure, but that was more of a shield she put up to protect herself. Much like the padding of optimism he'd wrapped himself in.

He was really upset knowing how the rest of the colony treated her, as if she was some sort of diseased stray cat that needed to be avoided. It was awful! Uzi had the potential to be so sweet, and it was sad to see her having to create this shell to hide that part of herself.

“Mm… N…” She mumbled in her sleep, and he subconsciously pulled her closer, he'd stopped paying attention to the movie long ago, that was okay, he was recording everything anyway, he'd be sure to pay more attention then.

He was going to make his best freind feel wanted. Like he'd wanted to feel, like she made him feel.

Sleep mode came quickly for him too, until all the sound that escaped the room was the sound of the laptop, until that too died down to nothing.

Next ->

[animeomegas]

For Neji x alpha x itatchi...

You just gotta hope and pray that alpha can help meditate things when it comes to pups

Calm one down. Talk to the other to explain everything

And for sex like, Neji may not want to take a dominant role but it doesn't mean he can't like sit behind Itatchi with his head in his lap like idk comforting person?

Like alphas fucking Itatchi real food and Neji is just sitting there talking sweet to him, not dominant but submissive, kinda like a healthy middle?

But for Neji and his role play? He can be like me, start small and maybe try different things when he gets more confident and more comfortable, he could probably do it eventually, slow and steady with people who love and care for him.

Does make me wonder... In this AU, how would Neji's first heat go? Or just one of the early heats. Would Itatchi build him a nest full of all their things? Maybe do what I said earlier but in reverse? Him comforting Neji while the alpha jerks him off/eats him out? Maybe take the alphas place when they get tired?

Sorry that this is so long but it interests me so much 😭

Pfft, poor alpha with the pup mediation XD This is still where I think these two would struggle the most.

I guess the one thing I thought of is, if Itachi has pups straight away, which he wants, then Neji is too young for his own (in his opinion) and doesn't know about his infertility, so he'd probably take more cues from Itachi with pup rearing.

Maybe just maybe, this means Neji chills out a little when he has his own or Itachi has his second, because he's already seen a pup be successfully raised without 100% organic food lol.

Neji will need to chill out, because if he doesn't, him and Itachi won't get along. Itachi doesn't appreciate digs at his parenting style, and Neji... is petty.

...

I do really agree with you on Neji comforting Itachi though, I think that's sweet. When Itachi does go into subspace, Neji can stroke his hair and whisper naughty things. I like that!

Idk about the other way around though, because I think Itachi is one of those people that is deeply uncomfortable with roleplaying. He just... can't be anyone but himself because it makes him want to curl up into a ball and die lol.

...

As far as Neji's first heat... interesting.

Itachi isn't that good at building nests either, but he's better than Neji which is good, I guess. It becomes an awkward team effort between three people that aren't great at nests, but it gets done XD

I think Itachi would mother hen Neji when he's going through those first intensive painful heats. Alpha is on sex duty. Itachi is on cleaning, cooking, feeding, bathing and comforting duty.

He preps meals, helps hold Neji's head up when he needs to drink, wipes him down when he's sweating, constantly does laundry. I think Itachi has a nice comforting scent too. Neji's is the more mainstream attractive scent, but I think he likes Itachi's scent because it just smells... calm.

But if alpha was asleep and Neji was begging for some relief... Itachi would provide.

Can you imagine waking up and seeing Itachi eating out Neji right beside you?? I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven lmao.

And don't apologise for the length!! I'm loving this AU. Figuring out how it might work is so much fun!!! <3

[radioisntdead]

Eeeeee oki, so I just finished watching boy swallows universe (an absolute masterpiece) and I was wondering what if the reader was like sold drugs or just did bad stuff for money for their family, like they grew up pretty fricking poor and did whatever they could for the extra cash (which is why they're in hell). They die somehow, land in hell and get treated like absolute dirt because they're small and they're wearing plain ass clothes, not powerful at all. Then comes Susan, and she's like "I'm so sick of the pathetic youth today, I'm taking you home with me" and just teaches them how to be proper and less shy and stuff, and to tear people with their teeth (yhey never got used to the whole eating people thing, Susan rolled her eyes and asked if she was a vagitarian or whatever it was called) and this reader hardly talks to anyone but Susan. Then they get introduced to Rosie and Alastor and it's just Susan simultaneously boasting about them telling them to stand up straight

Good evening my dear! This is definitely one of my favorite requests that I have gotten,

I finished boy swallows universe while writing this and I cried, I'm trying to convince my best friend to watch it now, it was very good.

I'm imagining the reader to be around the size of Niffty, maybe a little taller?

Susan's grandkid

Susan & reader

WARNINGS!!

Drug usage, child neglect, cannibalism, murder etc etc Susan kinda treats you as a stray pet in the beginning, not proofread so apologies for any spelling mistakes!

You died young, tragically young, you died in the winter, cornered away curled into a ball, clutching your stomach, wearing a old thin sweater that your older brother gave you, overalls, flimsy socks with a couple of holes in them, and worn down sneakers, you were beaten and bruised, you wanted your mom to hold you and tell you that everything was alright but she wasn't coming,

Did she know where you were? How would she react knowing her kid was gone?

You were a good kid, you just made a couple of bad decisions for your family, you mimicked what you saw,

No one ever suspected the kid with a babyface was dealing, getting involved in shady stuff and horrible, horrible people who couldn't care less that you couldn't even drink yet.

You woke up with brimstone and sulfur around and a dingy old sign saying welcome to hell, It was unfair.

You wondered around aimlessly, you were small enough that most folks didn't notice you at first, and those that did well, they either ignored you completely, tried to kick or spit on you, or something else you didn't want to know.

You stumbled upon a mirror, you looked...

different from when you were alive, alot shorter, you kept the same clothes you died in though, it was a struggle the first few days but you managed to stay alive and relatively unharmed, you always were resourceful.

Eventually you ended up on the cusp of cannibal town, your overalls were covered in dirt and whatever else, you were curled up against to some wall when she found you, in all her old woman glory.

"Good grief youth today is pathetic, how'd you even get down here you little shit?" she tsked as she bent down and picked you up by your overalls, you barely had a chance to react before she put you on her hip and continued her way home.

She didn't put you down as she entered her home claiming that you'd get mud on her floors,

She filled up her bathtub with warm water and bubbles, she took off your shoes and plopped you right in the tub, she put a glob of shampoo into your hair and foamed it up like one would bathe a pet.

She left the bathroom as you looked around the bathroom , confused on why this random old lady just picked you up like a soggy stray dog and dunked you into warm water, and put soap in your hair.

You weren't complaining by any means but you were caught off-guard.

She came back within a few minutes carrying children's clothing like the other cannibals wore, she washed your hair and your back, scrubbing off the grime, she dried you off and put the clothes on you, the next few hours were a blur, she picked you up, sat you at a table and placed what looked to be part of a raw arm on your plate.

You stared at it while she went ahead and dug it,

She raised an eyebrow, "you one of those vegetable people?"

You shook your head, poking at the arm slice

"Speak up, are you mute?"

You look up at her, "No ma'am."

"Speak up you sound like a mouse, now use those teeth of yours and eat."

You simply nodded and opened your mouth to dig into the arm,

You'd rather not eat what you assumed to be another person but you hadn't eaten in days and well, it was rude to refuse a free meal, right?

After the meal Susan handed you a toothbrush and told you to brush, giving you a set of pajamas to change into before leaving you to do a night routine,

Once done she picked you up and tucked you into a bed, turning off the lights and closing the door leaving you in pitch black darkness.

Living with Susan wasn't particularly easy but it was better then when you were alive, you didn't have to worry where your next meal came from, or maybe you did considering Susan had a diet of sinner meat, you didn't have to worry about not making ends meet, about the possibility of the folks you dealt too coming for you,

You did miss your family terribly though, you wondered if they missed you, or if they've found your corpse yet, maybe you were permanently put as a missing person, maybe you were chopped up into pieces,You didn't want to know.

Susan would teach you how to properly eat someone, you already had sharp teeth so you were a quick learner in that regard [Although you did prefer normal food]

You would cower behind her and she'd grab you by your shoulder and move you Infront of her, telling you to stand up straight, smacking your lower back with her cane if needed, some days She'd place a book on your head and have you practice walking around with it to correct your posture.

You wouldn't talk much at first but soon became a chatterbox with Susan, and mostly only Susan, keeping talking to others at a minimum unless Susan made you, she paraded you around cannibal town getting you used to the tight-knit community.

You soon went from a rather timid and frankly weak child to a more confident person, Susan wasn't usually seen without you skipping along behind her, eventually once she deemed you as proper she took you to Rosie's Emporium to introduce you to her and obviously get some treats,

"This is [Name] I got them off the streets and I made em' into a proper member of society, [Name] stand up straight, say hello"

Susan said moving you to the front where Rosie was,

"Hello."

Rosie immediately adored you, after all you were small enough to put in her pocket, she leaned down to shake your hand, and in that time

Susan proceeded to accidentally left you at the emporium and Rosie saw her chance and took it,

"Well aren't you adorable! Let Auntie Rosie spoil you, okay?"

Within seconds you were sat in a comfy chair with a plate of cannibalistic desserts infront of you and Rosie across from you, chatting until Susan came back for you two hours later.

She knew she left you after like five minutes she just didn't want to make the trip back and let Rosie babysit you.

Another time she took you to Rosie's Emporium the infamous radio demon was there, and while you didn't particularly know much about overlords and the like since you mainly stuck with Susan, or in the safe parts of cannibal town, you did know that overlords were more or less dangerous,

Susan did not care though and immediately started insulting the radio demon,

"Why don't you have a wife yet? Do you not like woman? Then why don't you have a husband then??"

"Susan, I believe that's none of your-"

"It's because you don't brush your fucking teeth isn't it,"

"Susan-"

"You probably blind all the ladies looking like Rudolph's nose"

"Excuse me?"

You quickly intervene before Susan ends up being the radio man's dinner, Alastor tilts his head at you and bends down,

"And who is this Little one?"

Susan moves you Infront of her and puts her cane between you and Alastor,

"My grandchild, they're very well-mannered unlike you now get away before you influence them to listen to your modern jazz music"

"̵̢̯̫͕̀̀̓̕M̷̧̧͎̬̹̦͚̺̼̳͊͒̽̌̅͑́̕͘ỹ̶̱̮͙̕ ̴͇̹̣͙̖̉̽̏̊͜m̸̡̧̱̲̱͔͉̲̫͋́̄̎̄̔̈̈́͠ö̵̢̢̙͍̩̩̮̺́̃̿̎ḑ̵̰̪͎̀̿̔͊̒͛̄ͅ��ͅę̸̪́ř̴̛̳̥̭̼̌͊̄̉̑̽̇̚n̴͕̥̗̻͕̊̅͐̒̂̌͆̚̚͜͠ ̵̛̪̹̔̈́̈́͂͝͝Ẃ̸̽̓̈́̾͂ͅH̵̨̢̯̳̗̦͕̭̯̑̈͆̇̚̕̚Ḁ̸͍̱̩̠̼͚̾̉̚T̵̥̠͓͛͊"̸̛͎̼̺́̔̀̎͛̀̈̕͠

Thankfully Rosie soon appeared before Alastor and Susan could get into a brawl,

She handed you a lil' box of treats and sent you on your way with Susan.

A very polite way to get kicked out in your opinion,

The next time you see Alastor he brings Niffty, trying to get her to influence you enough to drive Susan to insanity.

It backfired.

You, on the rare occasions you roam outside of cannibal town you see someone you may have known during life, you usually don't interact with them, but sometimes they recognize you too, they give a look of mixed disbelief, pity and guilt or just indifference, you made similar decisions to them.

You saw a member of your family, trying to sell something on the streets one time, you went up to them with the confidence of Susan talking to Alastor,

You know they recognized you, you may look different but you were still you, just better then before.

Their face dropped seeing you, filled with guilt and shame, you weren't supposed to be down here, of all places, you should've gotten to live to be old and wrinkly, shaking their head they shoo'd you away in what you assumed was a way to tell you to move on, make the best of your afterlife.

"I don't know you, now shoo' go home."

When you got home to Susan making cannibal meatloaf, nagging you about getting home in a timely manner as you take off your shoes and place them by the door, it gives you a somewhat nostalgic feeling,

You may never seeing the majority of your family again, after all maybe they're in heaven or below with you,

They'll always be your family and while they weren't perfect but they loved you, and you loved them, and you always will even if you were apart.

And now you had a new family member, Your Grandma Susan,

And you loved her, and while she didn't outwardly say it, you knew through her actions of making you a scarf, bringing you a bowl of peeled or cut fruit, or something else, she loved you too.

good evening folks! Hope you enjoyed this, I'm making my way through the requests now so tune on in later for those!

[nayelixz]

SPOILERS/RECAP (wakfu comic ep 1) ((TW; Might mention nsfw))

Okay so I just read the new episode and OH MY GOODNESS I WAS BULLSHOCKED AS SOON AS IT STARTED BECAUSE IT STARTED WITH AMALIA AND YUGO HAVING FUN TIME 😭😭 ((bro got laid)) but off track, yugo gets a jumpscare mid sex of amalia choking to death once his little golden dot thing in the middle of his chest glows (yeah so idk if he released causing that to happen or if he was just really happy in the moment and that glowed..) BUT BOY OH BOY WAS I HOPING FOR YUGO ANGST AND WE GOT IT. Gotta traumatize him more. Amalia gets mad that he left (girl he was curled up and crying leave the man alone for a minute 😭) and then changes and goes to the throne room, also I’ve noticed that the eliatropes and sadidas are now together as one, and I think that’s cool. But yeah that’s technically the episode

THEORYYYY

Amalia will fight Aurora (armand’s wife) as shown in the trailer. Andd I feel like something bad is going to happen to our girl amalia because the first time Yugo saw her die he curled up in a ball and started crying and was screaming her name. BUT LETS NOT HOPE THAT HAPPENS BC ILL BE UPSET AS FUCK KNOWING MY FAV DIES. ((tho it makes good angst edits… NOT THE POINT.)

This is free to discussion I wanna kinda chat about the episode for people who’ve read it.

[amaritypewriter]

Can you possibly write sub!val x fem!reader, but reader is kinda shy and actually loser👍⁉️

“Tears and all”

Hi there I know this took me a bit minute! I’ve been very busy but I hope you enjoy the quick read and your tried my best to stick to your request! THIS IS AN NSFW POST

Sub!Valentino x dom!reader, kind of blowjob?, riding, reader is kind of a loser,

- Ah yes Valentino; people can’t seem to stay away him, I mean how could they? He’s one of the top overlords of hell, a V. someone powerful and famous but there was another thing he was, a switch.

- To be honest Valentino never thought he would find himself in this position, situation maybe but he never thought you’d be on top of him fucking his brains out in his own studio! He always thought you were gorgeous, but too much of an innocent little loser to ever do something like hook up with him, not to mention porn! To him you were just the innocent little babe who ran the light cords in his studio.

- So to think he was surprised to have his wrists currently tied to the bed and he’d be begging you to stay would be an understatement.

- “Well comon show me what you got, stupid slut,” Valentino cruelly spat out, “For someone in the position you’re in, you sure are mean and prideful.” You hissed, “Fuck off, babe nobody been tied me up and fucked me good since I died. So good luck bitch.” He retorted tugging of his chained wrists. Right there you had two choices, walk away and realize this was all a misunderstanding mistake or crawl over him and ride his dick until it broke, let’s just say that’s exactly what you did.

- Valentino watched you curiously as you crawled over him and leaned down, as your soft delicate hands wrapped around his tip precum was already squirming out. You slowly griped your hand over his cock and with your thumb flicked the tip softly, his eyes widened this managed to receive a soft grunt out of him. You slowly opened your mouth and spit on it before taking it taking all of him into your mouth. “Fuck- a-ah” he whined as you began sucking, you could see how his thighs tensed up hard as you took one into your grip, stretching his legs with your right hand.

- You could tell how much he wanted to thrust up into your mouth, and make you take him deeper he wanted to fuck your mouth so bad; however, something in your trapping gaze assured him that if he moved a muscle, you would stop. Your mouth felt so good and warm so when you removed your soft curled lips from his cock you heard an audible whimper. “What’s that, Valentino whimpering in bed?” You said trying your best to tease him the way you saw he teased others, “What, no snarky comeback?” You said before moving forward to his face, “Shut up, stay in you fucking-“ he couldn’t even insult you before an audible gasp was heard from his voice. You completely took him inside you, squeezing his thighs with yours “fuck- you’re so -ngh tight”. You began moving your hips, slowly at first but just looking at Val’s face it was obvious he wanted you to go faster; so that’s what you did.

- Eventually you began bouncing up and down going balls deep while he watched you take his cock in, you could see his desire and you felt it too; your face felt so hot you were chewing up your lips while arching your back to take him in deeper. You felt the was his cock twitched inside of you and it felt so fucking good, your heart and stomach pulsed and twisted for this man. Your tits bounced up and down mesmerizing him, you wanted his attention, you got it now. You used all of your force to take him inside you lifting up and down was so exhausting but so rewarding. You could tell he was about to cum the way he twitched and moaned, it all felt so dirty but so good. For once you weren’t locked up in your office editing his movies with other actors wishing it was you. His hips bucked into you before he arched his beautiful back calling out your name as he released ropes of white cum into you. You continued your work fucking him through his orgasm and yours, before lifting yourself up from his still twitching dick, grabbing your coat. “Clean yourself up Val, you look disgusting.” You said lying through your teeth knowing damn well he looked so beautiful tears and all.

[ipatrichor]

dead boy detectives episode seven thoughts

hey what if i cried. what if I lay down on the floor and curled up in a ball and wept and wailed my little heart out?? what then???

ohhh my god. oh my god. i've said like twice now that this show keeps giving me everything i've ever wanted but it just keeps being true!!! i'm going to sob how does every episode just keep getting better How do the writers know exactly what i want and then do it better than i thought of are they in my head??? oh my godddd this episode was devastating

hey i'm gonna cry. what do you mean edwin died scared and alone so he made sure charles didn't. that's devastating actually!!! he died in the dark and he was scared and he had no one, so he brings charles a lamp and answers his questions about ghosts and reads him a detective story with silly voices. what the hell that's so. i do not have words for this it hits so deeply!!! edwin is so deeply kind in a way that doesn't always come across because he's also a prickly bitch, and i love him so much holy shit

hell was genuinely so unsettling what the fuck. the spider MADE OF DOLL HEADS(??!!!?!?!?!?!) was bad enough, but it was such an incredibly good choice to have it appear empty on the way in and only be able to see all the suffering on the way out. it really upped the creep factor in the first part, and then really made the escape feel frenzied. very well done!! the imagery was insane, i really Believed that this was Actual Hell

actually on that point. there was one detail that meant so so much to me, in a way i'm not quite sure how to explain but will give my best effort. after edwin's conversation with simon, after they reach some kind of closure, the blue light implying that simon is able to move on in some way and maybe leave hell... if someone wasn't raised christian & subsequently deconverted idk if that stands out to anyone else, but. okay basically there's a conversation about how hell, by definition, cannot be just because it's infinite punishment for a finite crime. and that wasn't necessarily the point of the scene, but as someone who's been doing a lot of unpacking stuff around this recently it just. it hit hard man. in a good way! that scene actually means so much to me... god this whole episode is fantastic

crystal confronting daniel!!! my god i am so proud of our girl!!! yess take your agency back and regain control of your life!!!!! also jenny frequently being annoyed by crystal but still following her to a spooky abandoned area with a knife just so she won't have to face her abusive ex alone... god i love jenny. like yeah she's abrasive and kinda a dick but also she truly cannot stop herself from providing support to these two weird as hell teenagers living above her shop.

AND NIKO!!!! god niko was absolutely brilliant this episode... absolutely the mvp of the entire show goddamn, she really read the rules and made that the night nurse's problem <3 i love that for her so much. however i will say something has been worrying me. that magic 8 ball that's supposed to tell you when you're going to die has apparently been consistently saying 'outlook not good' and it's been mentioned twice now. and given that this show doesn't establish things like that and let them go to waste... i am Concerned. not to mention, the scene where it was her and the night nurse talking about zombies?? like idk it could be nothing!!! but also that is classic foreshadowing so i am simply concerned!!!

alright i got most of the immediate thoughts CONFESSION SCENE. HOLY SHIT. okay so i know i'm not super into confessions and i tend to nitpick when fictional characters behave certain ways pertaining to romance depending on whether the narrative promotes it or not (yes, i have a complicated relationship with romance, it came free with the demiromanticism. but also my partner is amazing so if written characters aren't that's just kinda a skill issue? lol). ANYWAY. this scene though was amazing. edwin tells charles how he feels, putting no pressure on charles to respond or feel the same. and charles clearly isn't sure how he feels- it doesn't seem like he's ever thought of edwin in that way before, and he's awkward about it but still assures edwin that even if he doesn't know if he can return those feelings, edwin is still incredibly important to him and nothing's gonna change that.

god it's just. such a good way to handle that scene!! literally everything i hoped for ^^ even if charles doesn't feel the same (which i didn't think he would given they've been hinting at romance with crystal and not building romantic feelings towards edwin the same way they've been building edwin's feelings for him but as always who knows) he still reaffirms how much he cares about edwin, because like i've been saying they're the most important person to each other and it truly does not matter if it's platonic or romantic!!!

i also love how well this lined up with established characterization haha. like, of course charles made a deal with the night nurse and leaped into hell headfirst and alone to rescue edwin, he's impulsive even when he isn't emotionally compromised and he'd never abandon his best mate. of course niko tries to connect with the people around her and ends up being incredibly helpful with a unique insight, that's what she's been doing this whole time! of course crystal runs off to find her own way to hell after being stopped from accompanying charles, she hates feeling useless and consistently endangers herself for the sake of her friends. of course edwin tries to convince simon to escape hell with him, he's heartbreakingly good and has spent the whole show trying to help people no one else can. it's all so... god, they are who they are and i love them so much

anyway i will leave u all with a funny thought i had. i haven't engaged with the fandom outside of my pal noble sorry if this is a joke everyone is already making

the cat king: i'll be here waiting when he escapes hell again, god i'm such a romantic meanwhile, charles breaking into hell:

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER HDD CH. 4 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | events | ch. 3

do we really not get to kiss them ??? not even during hdd???

...i'm in here complaining like i'm not a lesbian but MY POINT STILL STANDS ‼️

ofc asmo has something with "aphrodisiac" in the name. like what if it was actually an aphrodisiac ???

ik he wouldn't do anything like that against mc's will but however, in the instance that it was consensual, would your nails even dry fast enough before the shit started to kick in ?? like what if you're too horny to function before the polish dries ??? then what

imagine being such a bad cook that you fuck up sandwiches. LUNCH. MEAT. SANDWICHES. are you not embarrassed?

also how is mc getting from place to place to place so fast ??? teleportation ???? bc in the og timeline it kinda makes sense, though i feel like they'd be more tired than they are rn. in nb though? it makes no sense at all considering the fact that their powers are consistently weakening. which makes me think that this is either the og timeline or some undisclosed au

uncontrollably sobs. curls up into a ball and dies. implodes into a black hole.

i love sappy sentimental satan I LOVE CHARACTER GROWTH. the thing is, this can be said about the satan from either timeline. nb satan was more mentally and emotionally unstable, but that doesn't mean satan from the og timeline(s) didn't feel just as isolated as this satan did, if not even more so

imagine still not feeling like you belong after living with your "brothers" for millenia? having to act like you're ok and fine with constant isolation and ostracization from the people you want to love, the people which want to love you, but being unable to find common ground and pushing each other away even more than before

THEN SAY I LOVE YOU BACK 😐 i hate this man but i also love him but i also hate him but i also. more on this here bc i rambled too much

i couldn't NOT add my man like c'mon

maybe he clings to them so much because he knows they won't judge him offhandedly like his brothers do? bc they won't assume the worst of him at first glance? idk i feel like, other than the obvious reasons, there's more behind why he busts into mc's room unannounced all the time. being alone with self-deprecating thoughts is hard, and having someone else to fill the silence and the negative space with something positive does help

or maybe i'm reading too far into this and being biased bc thats my man

even if the throne wasn't based around bloodline, unless they become immortal, they wouldn't be able to be next in line anyways 😭 mc is nawt passing those trials diavolo went through either. no ma'am

the king's crucible ?? is that what it was called ???

honestly i can't lie, mc being the center of the world bc they're the center of the boys' world is cute. corny, but cute

damn they're that sexy ??? bringing everyone who meets them to their knees

minus luke obv

i wanna meet michael...i'm tryna see sum

and bring god and the demon king down while you're at it too...🫣

[elliespeach]

fantasizing about protective festival!ellie

warnings: 18+ explicit sexual descriptions, drug use, alcohol use, very Very brief choking kink, implied homophobia, mild possession, pet names

an: an offering until i finish part 2 of you belong to me i thought of this at work and knew she would be a festival girlie okokenjoy

she def tried to convince u to let her buy an airtag and stick it in ur outfit just in case she lost you in the crowd “you could just call me els” “what if ur phone dies” she pouted

she wore a simple button up that was unbuttoned with a sports bra underneath, her abs showing which made ur toes curl and loose basketball shorts. meanwhile u had to spend hours trying to find what to wear, always earning a “everything looks so good on you baby” as ellie watched u change for the 8th time

“absolutely not” she protested one of the more scandalous outfits u tried on, typically she wouldn’t care and actually liked ur skin showing to be able to flaunt you around “you know how these people are there, i don’t need you being ogled all night”

no bc watching her dance at the actual festival was intoxicating, grinding up behind you going with the beat of the music, grabbing ur ass and feeling u up in a way that felt hungry

also note she had a blunt resting in her mouth while she danced on u AHH

im also picturing her in a backwards worn out ball cap do with that what u will,, ok carrying on

u were only crossed, as when u suggested trying something a bit harder ellie def had something to say "idk babe u dont even take well to being too high sometimes" "fine but were doing shots!"

so u both were wasted, she guided ur hips with her hands to spin you around to face her the strobe lights started going crazy for the drop of the song that was playing

ellie hit the blunt while u watched not even questioning it bc she was so fucking fine while doing

she inhaled slightly and leaned in, grabbed ur neck face and blew the smoke into your mouth for u after u exhaled she wrapped her free arm around ur waist pulling u closer in

this time she kissed u and kissed u hard, still grinding to the music while doing so ofc

her hand wandering around ur back down to ur ass and when the kiss ended u continued dancing and ellie took a quick glance around

she saw a guy poking at his friend then pointing to u and her and immediately protective mode was activated

"cmon, i gotta go to the bathroom" grabbing ur hand and not even giving u the chance to respond "ellieeeeeeeee"

u guys were towards the back because "i dont wanna lose u in the crowd plus i think i would suffocate"

"els we just went to the bathroom" "i saw some guys staring at us, i didn't like the looks of it" she was very occasionally glancing in the direction where u guys came from, obviously worried

"lets go finish this and then go back" she suggested and brought u to the back of one of the food stands,, holding ur hand the entire time of course kinda too tight like she was white knuckling that shit

u guys passed it back and forth a few times before the redness of your perfect eyes, being crossed, and full on craving u overwhelmed her

"els!" u giggled as she sucked on ur exposed neck, marking every single square inch she possibly could before moving to ur jaw

ellie being ellie she lightly bit ur earlobe sending shockwaves thru u n feeling the surge of confidence ((and bc shes a cocky shit)) she goes "let those try guys come near you, you're mine"

immediate butterflies. immediate pulsing in ur pussy like oh my GOD and being so horrendously down bad u say "i'm yours"

instinctively u stretched ur arms over her shoulders and as soon as u started to move ur hands thru her hair in pleasure she threw the remaining blunt to the ground and literally picked u up

like hoisted u up so that ur legs were around her waist, one of her hands placed itself on ur back the other firmly on ur ass

this was all mid kiss btw

she spun around and crashed ur back into the back of the food stand and bc shes so strong she could hold you there basically by holding herself so close to you

she reached a hand down feeling ur pussy thru the very light shorts u had on "no underwear, huh baby?" all u could do was shake ur head the feeling of her touching u was overwhelming to say the least "and already so wet, tsk tsk"

u blushed but thank god it was dark bc she wouldve teased u about it and u wanted so badly for her to just kiss u again u leaned in slightly as if asking permission

"and so needy" "please, els" "what was that?" she paused her fingers on ur core and u whined "words princess, i need words"

sigh, anyway

leaving the festival she knew u were drained and let u piggy back most of the way to the car, she drove back home letting u sleep peacefully in the passenger seat

when u guys got back home she was fully prepared to carry u in but u woke up

but u were way to tired to get ready for bed so she undressed u, showered u, and put u in one of her tee shirts and ultimately put u to bed only to be interrupted by her coming to cuddle only a short time later

[kissorkill16]

Just An Idiot: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Sometimes, you just feel like an idiot for wanting a pretty girl.

Enzo tried not to squirm as his sister pressed the disinfectant pad on his chest.

"You're a real idiot for doing that.", said Maritza. Enzo rolled his eyes and gently pushed his sister, "Mari, please. This is punishment enough.", he said, gesturing to his stab wound.

"Whatever, man."

Maritza grabbed the bandages from the table and began wrapping them around Enzo's chest.

"I mean it, though.", she said. "You knew it was risky, and you still went out there anyway. And for what? For some girl who doesn't even like you like that?"

At that point, Enzo felt something inside him just snap. He stood up despite the pain, and he shoved his sister to the floor.

"What the hell is your problem?!", he yelled at her. "You constantly mock me, tease me, throw things at me and you act like you're embarrassed to call me your brother, even in public. Trinity makes me happy, and you think she's just using me for her own gain, but you're wrong!"

"And how do you know that?!", Maritza yelled back at her brother.

"Because she's given me reasons to trust her!", said Enzo, "While she's been a totally awesome friend to me, you've been nothing but a total bitch!"

Maritza stood up, "I'm not taking it back. You're an idiot for wanting someone just because they're pretty.", she said. "I know what Trinity is really like, because I'm not blinded by her pretty face."

Enzo felt himself ball his hands into fists, "And I'm the idiot here? Just because I want to trust someone and help them out when they need me?", he said. "Yes, I love Trinity because she's pretty, but I know she's more than that. She's kind, she's smart, she's brave, and she's a fantastic leader."

He bent down to meet Maritza's level.

"And if she's really using me, I'd prefer it over you being a total asshole to me 24/7 any day of the fucking week."

Maritza's eyes widened. She's never heard her brother swear before. At least not in English. When he did, he only swore in Spanish, never in English. That's how she knew that Enzo was really angry.

Then she saw Enzo curl up and his eyes fill with tears.

"Maybe I am an idiot.", he said, "We went into the woods together, and when I screamed, she didn't even come to save me. You did.", he wiped his face as tears started to run down his cheeks. "Maybe Trinity isn't the girl I fell in love with anymore, maybe I was an idiot for just falling for her pretty face."

Maritza didn't like seeing her brother cry. She sat down next to him and gave him a side hug, "Enzo, I know you feel stupid, and I'm gonna admit something."

Enzo looked over to his sister.

"As I got to know Trinity, I kinda fell in love with her too."

She looked away from her brother's surprised face, "But ever since she found that coin, she's become more stubborn, and I know she's probably under a lot of stress, but..."

Maritza took Enzo's hand and held it in hers.

"But you almost died tonight, and if I hadn't known about this, Crowface would've fucking killed you. She knew you'd come with her because you were the only one willing to help her, and she used that to her advantage. That's not the Trinity either of us fell in love with.", said Maritza, "I guess we're both idiots."

Enzo looked at his shoes, and Maritza gently squeezed his hand.

"But we can be idiots together, but maybe we can stop following the pretty girl."

Enzo smiled warmly at his sister, and Maritza gently wrapped her arms around her brother, careful not to put too much pressure on the stab wound.

[puppyie-innit]

hewo everyone!! dis is my firs ever time participatin in t-wordtober. i hope you guys like it, will do my best to keep up wif it! the characters thruout dis month will be based off of @jogabsha @jogabsha2 an me! buh yeh, enjoooyy!!!)

t-wordtober day 1: “Ready?”

It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the sun’s warmth poured through the windows and made everythin’ feel cozy and slow. Puppy was curled up on the couch, her small frame lookin’ even smaller with the way she was huggin' her stuffed animal. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she was driftin' in and out of dreamland when she suddenly felt a presence loomin' over her.

Dino, her big brother, stood there with a playful grin, his arms crossed as he watched his sleepy little sis. She looked so peaceful, but Dino was in the mood for somethin’ a bit more fun. He crouched down beside her, his shadow fallin’ over her face, blockin’ the sunlight.

"Pup, you awake?" Dino asked in a soft, teasin’ tone.

Puppy groaned a little, rubbin’ her eyes and peekin’ up at him. "Mmm, kinda," she mumbled, not really wantin’ to leave the comfort of her nap. Her voice was all sleepy and soft, makin' her sound even more like a little pup.

Dino smirked, knowin' exactly what he was about to do. He reached out and lightly poked her tummy. "Are you sure you're awake?" he teased, his finger trailin' up her side, makin’ her squirm just a little.

Puppy blinked her eyes open fully now, already feelin' a slight tingle where he touched. She knew that look in his eyes. It was the look he got when he was about to turn her world upside down with tickles. Her eyes widened just a bit, and she shook her head. "N-Nooo, Dino, I'm sleepy," she protested, curlin' up even tighter like a little ball.

Dino chuckled low in his throat, his hand hoverin' just above her belly now. "Sleepy, huh? Well, that’s too bad, 'cause I’ve got somethin’ real fun planned, lil' one," he cooed, his voice takin' on that sing-song baby talk that made Puppy’s heart race.

He wiggled his fingers just inches from her tummy, watchin' her eyes dart to his hand. “Puppy, are ya ready?” he asked, leanin’ in closer, his grin growin’ wider. The question hung in the air, teasin' her as her breath caught in her throat.

Puppy shook her head quickly, her cheeks flushin' as she squirmed under his gaze. "No, no, Dino, I’m not ready!" she squeaked, tryin’ to pull the blanket over her as a shield.

But it was too late. Dino's hand shot forward, and before Puppy could do anythin' about it, his fingers danced across her belly, wrigglin’ and ticklin' with just enough pressure to make her burst into giggles instantly.

“Ohhh, I think ya are ready! Ready for the tickle monster!” Dino teased, his voice high and playful like he was talkin’ to a tiny pup. His fingers moved faster now, explorin' every inch of her belly and sides, sendin' waves of ticklish sensations through her.

Puppy’s giggles exploded from her mouth, high-pitched and uncontrollable. She tried to curl up tighter, but Dino's hands were relentless, findin' every little ticklish spot he knew would drive her crazy. “Dinooo! Nooo! I wasn’t ready!” she managed to squeal between her fits of laughter, her feet kickin' against the couch.

Dino laughed, enjoyin’ how helpless and squirmy she was. “Oh, but ya look ready to me! Look at that smile! I think ya were just pretendin' to be sleepy, huh?” he teased, movin’ his fingers up to her ribs now, diggin’ in just enough to make her buck against the cushions.

Puppy’s laughter got louder, and she shook her head wildly, tryin’ to escape his tickly grip. “Nuh-uh! I’m sleepy! I’m sleepy!” she giggled, her voice breakin’ from laughin' so hard.

Dino just shook his head, teasin' her more. "Nooo, silly puppy, sleepy pups don’t giggle like this. Only ticklish ones do!" His fingers danced faster, findin' a sweet spot right at her sides that made her squeal.

“Diiinooo!” Puppy’s face was bright red now, tears of laughter in her eyes as she tried to grab his hands and stop the tickles, but it was no use. Dino was too fast, too strong, and he wasn’t about to stop just yet.

"Oh, what’s that? You want more?" Dino teased, switchin' tactics and wrigglin' his fingers under her arms now, hittin' a whole new level of ticklishness.

Puppy screamed with laughter, her arms flailin', her body twistin' and turnin' as she tried to wriggle free. "Nooo! Nooo! Not more! Not more!" she giggled, her voice gettin' higher and squeakier the more he tickled.

Dino’s grin grew wider. "Not more? Hmm, that’s not what I heard, kiddo. I think I heard ya say more tickles for Puppy!" He added a few babyish raspberries to her tummy, which made her squeal and kick even harder, her giggles reachin' a fever pitch.

Puppy was beside herself now, her whole body wiggling and squirming as Dino kept up his relentless tickle attack. She could barely breathe between her giggles, tears rollin' down her cheeks from laughin' so hard. "Dinooo! P-Please! No more, no more!" she begged through her laughter.

Dino finally slowed down, givin' her a break, but he wasn’t done teasin' her just yet. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered in that sweet baby talk tone, “Aw, my lil' Puppy is soooo ticklish, isn’t she? Ya just can’t handle it, huh?”

Puppy was pantin', tryin' to catch her breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "N-No… I can’t," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper between her giggles.

Dino chuckled softly and gave her a gentle pat on the head. "That’s what I thought. But don’t worry, little sister. The tickle monster will be back soon. Better get real ready next time," he teased, boopin' her nose before finally lettin' her go.

Puppy, still gigglin' softly, pulled her blanket up to her chin, tryin' to hide from him. But even though she was worn out from laughin', a small smile remained on her face.

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The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 3

Dean didn't want to do it, he tried to stave it off as long as he could but when Donna touched his balls while his cock was being squeezed by her tight throat his cum shot out of him like a bullet.

Donna hummed as he throbbed and pumped her gullet full, swallowing every single drop and licking the remnants from his member as she slowly backed off.

“Mmmm delicious,” she purred as she sat back on her feet and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

He smiled down at her in adoration. Dean felt as if he had died and went to Heaven, again. Only Heaven was a busty, full-figured woman with curly blonde hair.

Dean helps Donna up off the floor and they flop onto the bed once again, giggling and laughing at the wet spot on the sheets.

They lay in bed the rest of the night and regaled each other with stories, from Donna growing up in Hastings to Dean telling her about almost being taken out by a sharp piece of metal.

The sun was just beginning to rise as the two lovers dozed off to sleep, wrapped in one another's arms.

The sun was blinding and he could hear birds chirping outside as Dean’s mind woke up. He smiled as he remembered where he was and why he was so fucking tired. After driving eight hours to get to Donna, they spent the rest of the night fucking like animals…. just like Donna had said.

Dean never knew Sheriff Donna Hanscum was such a vivacious and spirited lover. She was so reserved and shy before but god damn if Dean would complain. He knew he has met his match and he was fucking loving every minute of it.

Donna’s head was on his chest and her arm was draped across his stomach, her fingers tickling along his side. He opened his eyes and looked down at the mess of blonde curls that were littering across his body.

“I wanna take you out,” he rasps. “On a date.”

Donna’s head whips up and she looks at him stunned.

“Really? Like, for reals?”

“For reals,” he chuckles. “I wanna treat you right. Doug 1 and 2 didn’t do it and I don’t think any man has ever treated you like you should be treated.”

“And how’s that?” Donna asks, bringing her hand up to his chest and putting her chin on it to look up at him.

“Like a fucking goddess, Don! You are the epitome of someone who should be cherished and treasured.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re fucking with me?” she asks and then laughs. “That statement could go either way. Either you’re joking with me or it’s because you have been literally fucking me?”

“You’re adorable,” he says with a smile and kisses her forehead. “I like you Donna. Hell, I think I have always been attracted to you but, in this life, you know sometimes you just have to put things to the side and deal with them later.”

“Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?”

Dean rolls his eyes but there’s a smirk on his face. “Well I am a boy and I think I’m your friend. So I kinda already am aren’t I?”

“Oh honey. There ain’t nothing boy about you. You are all man. 110% man. You’re my manfriend.”

“So does that make you my womanfriend?”

“Yep,” Donna says and then pushes herself up. Dean misses the heat of her body next to his but he definitely enjoys the view of Donna’s ample bosom bouncing with her movements. He savors the sight as she stands and turns toward him, still in her birthday suit.

His eyes rake over her body, from her robust but shapely breasts over her plump tummy and down to the motherland. Her mound is neatly trimmed with just a faint tuft of blonde curls hiding the most delicious pussy he’s ever had. Her thighs touch but to Dean, that just makes her even more sexy.

“Oompha,” Donna says and grabs his attention back to her face. “You keep looking like you're going to devour me and we’ll never get out of this room.”

“That a bad thing?”

“It is when I got the evening shift and I need to get ready,” Donna tells him.

“Oh, yea. I guess so,” Dean says as he sits up in the bed, his back against the headboard. “Well, while you are out keeping the wonderful townspeople safe, I need to run some errands myself. Where’s the nearest men’s store?”

“Wal-Mart is-” Donna begins but stops and pinches her lips together as Dean throws the sheet off his body and stands on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes are automatically drawn to his cock, swinging between his bowed legs. “-I just can’t get over how that fit inside me. It’s so thick and long and..” she trails off into a whimper but then shakes her head and brings her eyes back to Dean’s face. “Wal-Mart is 15 miles east of here.”

Dean smiles, the first genuine smile he can remember in a long time. Donna is just so pure and good. She is completely adorable.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up so you can get to work and I can go buy something to wear on our date.”

They once again share a shower but keep it chaste, only touching to wash each other’s backs.

Donna is dressed in her uniform and Dean is in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, as he sees her off, opening the door and kissing her deeply before slapping her ass and shooing her out the door.

As Dean watches Donna leave in her patrol car, he smiles once again genuine and actually happy.

‘I could get used to this,’ he thinks to himself.

His phone rings and he sees that it’s Sam calling.

“Hey Sam, everything alright?”

He listens as Sam says he was just calling to make sure Dean was fine since he hadn’t come back to the Bunker.

“Yea, yea. I’m good. Just needed a breather. Ya know, that was a close call on that last hunt. Just needed to get my head back on straight. I’ll be home in a few days.”

Dean stares at the objects in front of him. He shouldn’t have done it but he was bored and boredom leads to mischief.

It just so happens that his mischief was the mistake of going through Donna’s closet. When he found the box shoved in the very back of the room, he should’ve left it there. He shouldn’t have pulled it out and carried it to the bed.

He damn sure shouldn’t have opened it. Because what he found inside not only troubled him but had him questioning a lot also.

He knew the items inside were Donna’s because he saw her name and address clearly on the mailing label. What he didn’t understand was why she would have these in her possession. What was her plan? Had she used these before?

Then he briefly recalls her words while he was ramming into her just a few hours prior. Oh. Oh. Oh! She wasn’t just talking dirty to be talking dirty. She really does have toys….and a few torture devices by the looks of it.

Dean picks up a pair of handcuffs that - sure, a Sheriff needs handcuffs - but not ones with red fur around the bracelets. He jiggles them in his hand, letting them hang from his fingertip and is impressed with the weight of the shackles.

They’re not flimsy like others he has seen and has used with other lovers. Those broke way too easily, but these….these were meant to hold their victims captive and bound.

His dick twitched at the idea of Donna fettering him up and having her way with him. The imagery in his mind had his dick standing at attention in no time. He knew she was going to be gone for a few more hours so he decided to use a couple of the more vanilla items and relieve himself.

Dean quickly found out just how difficult it was to utilize an anal plug on himself. Everytime he began he would tense up and have to start over. Once the little bulb was seated in his ass, he took the tight cock ring and worked it over his throbbing member until it was in place at the root.

He reached over and brought the bottle of lube he’d been using on the plug and squirted a generous amount in his hand before wrapping his fingers around himself. The liquid was cool but assisted in his movements.

As he jacked off, he thought back to just this morning, of Donna standing at the side of the bed, no longer ashamed and bashful in his presence. No she was comfortable in her body and confident and that was the biggest turn on if there ever was one.

Dean could feel his balls begin to draw up as he kept stroking and squeezing and turning his hand just so right at the bottom of the head of his dick. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he’d still have time to clean up before Donna came home from her shift.

Donna. The one woman that was getting under his skin. She was seeing the part of Dean that he kept hidden from the world. The Sheriff was unknowingly weaseling her way right into his heart, in ways Dean never could have expected.

As he thinks of the busty blonde Sheriff and the smoking hot body she hides under her uniform, he quickly finds his release, his seed shooting out and landing on his groin and lower abdomen.

He gets his breathing back to normal and works the cockring off his flaccid member before doing the same with the plug.

While cleaning himself and disinfecting the toys with the sanitary spray that he found in the bag, he smiles as he thinks of all the crazy ways he and Donna could use the bag of items.

Noticing the time, he is surprised that in less than an hour Donna would be off the clock; headed to him, and their date….that he still needed to get ready for.

For the second time that day, Dean showers, and steps out onto the rug to dry off and get dressed.

He saunters into Donna’s room with the towel wrapped around his waist, feeling right at home. He didn't have to hide his insecurities behind a mask of masculinity and bravado here. It was refreshing.

He dresses and walks back into the bathroom to toss the towel in the hamper and style his hair. When he hears the front door open, he smiles at himself in the mirror. My love is home runs through his mind and that stops him in his tracks.

When did that happen? When did a good time between two friends lead to love? Sure, they were screwing but he'd fucked plenty of women though the years and he'd never thought of them as love.

Lovers, maybe. Lisa, Cassie, Anna. They were lovers but he never thought of them as his love. Donna was different, though.

Donna knew his life; she understood it. She helped even. They have a mutual bond- a connection. Could that be it?

He felt this way because they understood one another on a deeper level than he'd ever experienced, ‘that had to be it right?’

“Honey, I'm home!” Donna says as she enters the bedroom and strolls into the bathroom where Dean is having his internal conflict. “Heya handsome. You sure look nice. Give me half an hour and I'll be ready for our date.”

Donna strips out of her uniform and underclothes before stepping into the shower. What she didn't notice was Dean still staring at himself in the mirror and not at her, like he'd done since they began their arrangement.

Dean finally snaps out of it and speaks, “I'll be in the kitchen waiting.”

“Sure thing,” Donna responds.

Dean paces in the kitchen as he contemplates when and how his feelings for Donna had changed.

When did he go from being a friend, a fuck buddy to this? To thinking of Donna as his… anything.

Sure they had confirmed their status just this morning but he wasn't expecting these feelings so quickly.

‘Oh fuck! I have feelings. I'm a goddamn chick flick!’

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