#chupa-cabra

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HQ Manticore - 1998 Totalmente concebida em Curitiba, a produção da revista surgiu da parceria da editora Monalisa, que patrocinou o projeto através do editor Jeferson Arantes, proprietário da gráfica, o qual queria aproveitar a onda do Chupa-Cabras e fazer um gibi, em conjunto com o Núcleo Estúdio Gráfico, que resolveu mudar o caráter oportunista no negócio e transformar a revista em algo mais consistente. Através do Núcleo estiveram envolvidos com o projeto os desenhistas e roteiristas Antônio Eder, José Aguiar, Luciano Lagares, Líber Paz, Gian Danton e Márcio Freire, sendo que a maior parte dos desenhos da narrativa ficou a cargo de Antonio Eder.

A história em quadrinhos, dividida em duas edições de 44 páginas cada, teve inicialmente a tiragem de mil exemplares, em tamanho magazine 21 x 27,5 cm, em papel couché de boa gramatura, e sem distribuidora. Em setembro de 1999, após vencer dois prêmios no HQ Mix 98, o de Melhor Revista de Terror e de Desenhista Revelação para Luciano Lagares, a distribuidora de quadrinhos Di-Press passou a trabalhar com a revista. O número de exemplares aumentou para 30 mil, vendidos em todo Brasil. (Nanu Blog)

[bunnyywritings]

nerves and motorcycle rides

SOUL EATER EVANS x FEM!READER

[a/n: i'm gonna change my theme so i'll add a header later but i've been rewatching my favorite shows so expect more of these! enjoy !! <3]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

wc: 1.5k words

warnings: a few swear words and modern!au kinda lol

Maka eyed Soul in amusement, watching as her weapon partner gazed at you in the cafeteria. You had been chatting it up with your meister as you two waited in line, trays in hand. Soul had been crushing on you bad. He was disheartened because he thought you and your partner were a couple but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

She had spoken to you at a party a few days ago and subtly asked if you were seeing anyone. You adamantly denied it as your eyes searched the small crowd until falling on a familiar head of white hair, a deep red blush on your cheeks that you had hoped Maka had waved off as the liquor in your cup, that you definitely should not have been drinking. 

From then on it was almost sickening to see the sweet unnoticed glances the both of you threw at each other. 

“Soul, just ask her out already.” Tsubaki suggested lightheartedly, stealing the words that were about to roll off of Maka’s tongue. 

The blonde nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Soul. Cool guys should speak up about what they’re feeling.” She teased. 

“Tch, forget it.” He turned back to look at his food, pushing it around with a fork. “She’s already with someone.” 

“Who? (Y/n)? No she’s not.” Kid hummed as he, Liz, and Patty took their seats at the table. 

“How would you know?” Soul grimaced, waiting for some kind of punchline. 

“Cause she said so.” Patty shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“She comes over to get her nails done by Liz and she’s surprisingly very gossip-y.” Kid took a sip of his water. 

“Yeah, she said she had her eye on someone.” Liz moved her eyebrows suggestively at Soul. “She was trying to be vague about her description but it was obviously you.” 

Soul said nothing as he processed all this information. As long as he had known you, you were always a little shy and closed off. Maka and the others had helped you out of your cocoon so, when you all hung out together outside of school, he got to see another side of you. Your boisterous laughter was melodic and infectious, your smiles unabashed and wide, even going as far as throwing around sarcastic and snarky quips here and there. It was his favorite thing to see your cheeks rosy as you joined Patty in whatever silly antics possessed her. 

“Hey guys!” Your meister grinned as you both took a seat. Your eyes scanned everyone  before they met Soul’s. He could’ve sworn they lit up as you sent a shy smile his way. 

Oh Lord, you were gonna be the death of him. 

The weekend came rather quickly and Soul found himself bored and alone at home. Maka had gone to the library with Tsubaki and Kid to study and Blair was working a shift at Chupa Cabra’s. He had cleaned to keep busy but after that, there really wasn’t much to do and it was only 12pm. 

“Oh man, this is totally uncool.” He muttered, slumping into the couch cushion. He stared at the wall for a bit before a vibration against his thigh snapped him out of his daze. Hastily pulling it out of his pocket, he flipped it over and his heart started to beat faster at your picture filling his screen. He cleared his throat. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “H-Hey Soul, are you-are you busy?” 

“Not at all.” Never too busy for you is what he really wanted to say. 

“Okay, uhm well I was gonna grab s-some coffee and maybe go shopping.” You paused and he waited patiently for you to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come with me?” 

He was stunned silent, you wanted to hang out with him? “But only if you want to! There’s-uhm there’s no pressure, obv-obviously.” He thought your panic was cute. 

“Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in. I’ll pick you up in…20 minutes. S’that okay?” 

“Y-yeah! Yes, more than okay. See you in twenty!” He could hear your beaming smile and it made his lips stretch into one as well. 

“I’ll see you in twenty.” He confirmed before hanging up. 

He rushed to get dressed, grabbing his extra helmet before driving the familiar route to your apartment. 

Your fingertips were buzzing with nervous excitement as you waited for Soul, however, as a familiar motorcycle came rumbling to a stop not too far from you, your nerves skyrocketed. How could you forget he drove a motorcycle?!

“Hey! Ready to go?” He smiled so gently at you, it almost made you forget about your nerves entirely. Keyword: almost.

“Uhm y-yeah, I just uh…I’ve never been on a-a motorcycle before.” Your cheeks were incredibly red and he eyed as you fiddled with your nails. 

“Ah shit, I should’ve asked if that was okay.” He was mentally smacking his forehead. “I could get us an Uber or something?” 

“N-No! That’s okay, I don’t mind…just a little nervous.”

“Are you sure?” He’d just die if he ever made you feel uncomfortable.You nodded, determination clear in your eyes that made a little smirk lift the edge of his mouth. “Alright, hop on.” 

He got on first, holding the bike steady as you climbed on the seat behind him. You had the visor up on the helmet and he thought it was adorable to see how it squished your cheeks a little bit. “You can wrap your arms around me to hold on.” He looked down and watched as your shaky hands wrapped around his torso. “Hold on tight, m’kay?” You nodded. “If you want me to slow down, tap twice.” He felt your hand gently smack against where it rested near his hip. 

“Good. Just like that.” His praise made your breath hitch.

When he pulled away from the curb, he grinned at the muffled squeak that came from you before you leaned into him even more, arms tightening around him. You were so warm, he could get addicted to your touch if you’d let him. 

At a light, he rested his feet against the ground and without really thinking, he rested his hand atop yours. The feeling of his hand had startled you slightly but you definitely weren’t complaining. A surge of confidence filled your body and you shifted your fingers so they slotted between his. He glanced down and almost couldn’t believe it, the back of your hand was a little cold against his warm palm so his thumb moved to gently caress your skin in an attempt to warm you up. 

His coffee seemed to taste sweeter than usual but he chalked it up to the rose colored tint that you brought to his life. He had bought a few things at the thrift you had suggested going to but he was most grateful for having been able to see you step in and out of the dressing rooms, asking his opinions on outfits, both of you turning red when you had meekly stepped out in a short black skirt with cherries on it. 

Sadly, the day was coming to an end and he had to drop you off back home. 

But as he parked and helped you off of his bike, you seemed to be trying to prolong going inside. You gazed at him for a second. He was leaning on his bike and facing you, half sitting on his seat with his legs spread. He was also letting himself take you in. You had gotten cold and he had gladly given you his blue pullover to wear. 

“Okay…well uhm th-thanks Soul. I had fun.” 

“Yeah, me too…” He looked down at his feet, desperately thinking of something else to say. 

You smiled sadly, upset that you were so scared to make a move. “Goodnight.” He echoed the sentiment and watched you slump back into your apartment building, still in his sweater. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He groaned, moving to pull his helmet on. 

“Soul!” Surprised, he halted his movements and rested the helmet in his lap. 

“(Y/n)? What happe-” You rushed over and he was cut off when your lips met his. He immediately reciprocated and held your waist so you didn’t fall over, smiling into the kiss when a small noise left your throat, deepening it and pulling you closer until your hands rested against his chest. 

Pulling away, you refused to meet his eyes. So he gently gripped your chin and turned your gaze back to him. “Can I kiss you again?” His pleading tone made you weak in the knees, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. You muttered, “Yes.” And he dove right back in. 

Once he was home, a dazed smile was permanently on his lips. 

Not even the text message from your weapon in the groupchat could change that. 

fucking finally !! [image attached]

If anything, he was glad that the moment was captured, almost straight out of a movie. 

[mytheoristavenue]

SE Spirit Albarn x Reader 🍋 - Love By The Hour

Kinktober 2024 - VI

Prostitution + Fully Clothed

Summary: You aren't making enough as a hostess at Chupa Cabra's so you decide to give your favorite customer a discreet treat in exchange for an extra hefty tip.

Warnings: Prostitution, protected sex, sub!Spirit, soft dom!Reader, fem!Reader, slight angst, soft sex, mentions of Kami/Maka, super fluffy ending, fully clothed, riding, intoxication

You sighed, leaning further on the bar. "Has it been this slow all day?" You complain to the bartender. He nodded in response, wiping down the countr. "Any reservations?" He shook his head. "Can I get my shift drink?"

"What do you want?" He sighed, rolling his eyes. You grinned, leaning over.

"You're the sweetest! Can I get..." You thought for a moment. "Sangria?" To your delight, he turned around and went to work. Beside you, Blair slid onto the barstool to your left.

"It's been so dead today..." She whined, leaning on your arm. "But at least I've gotten a few clients, you've been here for how long?"

"Three hours," You groaned. "And not a single one."

"Well," She smiled up at you. "You can have the next one, 'kay?"

You softened, taking your drink from the bartender. "Thanks, girl, you're the best."

"Besides, you never know. Your luck could change." She giggled, ear flicking as a mischevious grin cracked across her face. "Maka told me she got into another fight with her dad. You know what that means..."

"Death Scythe! Of course!" You laughed, the idea sparking your enthusiasm. "He always spends loads of money when he comes in!"

"And he always comes in after a fight with Maka." Blair adds with a giggle.

"What time is it?" You asked rhetorically, glancing at the wall clock. "Four thirty, school just let out. He's probably on his way right now!"

As if on cue, the doorbell chimed, signaling the entrance of a customer, interrupting the victorious fit of giggles you and your coworker were sharing. "Death Scythe!" You both cheered, hopping down from the barstool to greet him.

You couldn't help but notice how downtrodden he looked. It must have been a nasty spat, you realized, beginning to feel a bit bad for what you were about to do. "Hey, girls," He smiled softly, a stark contrast from the lovesick expression he usually wore.

"How's little Maka doing?" Blair asked, clinging to him affectionately. You frowned at her familiarity with him. He was your client, not hers. You quickly shook off the envy, hugging close to his arm, laying on the charm thick. But he hardly noticed.

"I was actually hoping to ask you the same thing." He confessed sheepishly, tucking a strand of rusty hair behind his ear. "She uh... won't talk to me."

You finally got the hint. He wasn't here to drown his sorrows in alcohol and attention for once. He simply wanted to talk to Blair since she lives with his daughter. Bitterly, you retracted yourself, sitting back down at the bar, pouting.

You idly listened to their chatter when suddenly, your colleague piped up with an idea. "Oh, I got it!" She chirped, looking over at you with a wink over her shoulder. "I'll go home and talk to Maka and see if she'll talk to me about it, then I can tell you how to make her feel better!" She suggested cheerily. "In the meantime, you can stay here and destress from such a hard day! That way, when you talk to Maka, you're all relaxed!"

He appeared to be considering it, replenishing your hope as you spied on the pair. Suddenly, sky-colored eyes flickered over to yours as he caught you staring. Your face flushed and you quickly shifted your gaze to your glass as you stirred the crimson liquid in it. "And my friend (Y/N) here is so excited to sit with you!" Blair beamed, leaning close to whisper in his ear. "Between you and me, I think she has a bit of a crush on you!"

With that, the deal was sealed and you didn't miss the tinge of pink on his cheeks. You quickly pulled him over to your cubical, taking his drink order. You made sure to catch Blair on her way out to thank her for being such a great friend when you went back to the bar.

When you brought his beer back, you couldn't help but notice how depressed he still looked, though he quickly hid his melancholy when you set the glass down in front of him, stepping over his legs to sit beside him. "Somethin' on your mind, Mr. Sycthe?" You cooed, laying your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled a bit at the name, sighing as he nervously fiddled with the end of his tie. You'd never seen a side of him that was timid, so you worried a bit that he didn't like you, and might request a different hostess. "You uh-" He swallowed dryly, peering up at you with a sheepish smile. "You don't have to call me Death Scythe, that's just my title at work." You blinked up at him. You knew at some level that, surely, he wasn't born with that name, but the fact that he had another one never actually crossed your mind. Blair had never called him by anything else, and you are relatively new to this club, so this was the first time you were serving him one on one.

"What would you prefer I call you?" You ask sweetly into his ear.

"Spirit," He answered with a small smile. "Spirit Albarn, that's my name."

"I love that name..." You soothed, tangling your fingers in his hair. "Spirit..." You repeated, and unbeknownst to you, it melted his insides the way his name sounded coming from your painted lips. "Well, Spirit, penny for your thoughts?"

He sighed, shivering a bight as you played with his flowy locks. "It's uh... my ex wife." He admitted with an exhausted sigh. "My daughter's birthday is next month and she was supposed to visit her but..."

"But...?" You pressed, leaning forward and grabbing his glass for him.

"She called me this morning and told me there's no way she'll make it. Too busy, she says." His words tugged at your heartstrings a bit.

"Maka's your daughter, right?" You ask, sympathetically. He hummed approvingly. "Well... I don't know anything about her or you or your ex but... from what Blair's told me, she's a wonderful little girl." You offered softly, nuzzling into his shoulder. "And if your ex's been absent for a while, then that means the person she is now is a product of your influence..."

Spirit's head hung low and his breathing hitched a few times, making you panic a bit. Your job was to make him feel better, not worse! "I-I'm sorry, I never have been the best at consoling people..." You stammer nervously. Suddenly, you froze when his hand dropped on your knee, soft and warm.

"No, no, you're so sweet, don't think that." He flashed you a sad smile and blinked away a few tears. "It's me, I'm just a mess."

"No, you're not..." You sighed, beginning to lose hope of making any money off him. But a part of you didn't mind, despite your rent recently increasing and being in dire need of the income. You could recognize when a human needed a human. "Nobody's perfect but, you love her, don't you?"

"More than anything," He answered in a somber laugh.

"And you take care of her? Keep her fed and housed, keep her as happy as she'll let you? You're there when she needs you?" You ask with a bit more fire than you meant to.

"Always," He confirmed again.

"Then that's all you can do." You smile reassuringly. "Teenage girls can be so complicated, she might have to decide for herself to come around but... I know she will with a father as amazing as you."

If he wasn't falling for you already, he definitely was now. Sweet, doting, passionate, not to mention gorgeous- how could he possibly resist? "Do you have kids?" He asked before he could stop himself.

You softened, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "No, but if I had a husband like you and a daughter like Maka, I'd never want for anything else." That wasn't entirely true. You were well aware of why he was in hot water, and you didn't blame his ex at all for filing for divorce. But business was business, and that was what he needed to hear at the time.

Finally, you had him wrapped around your finger, back to his silly, lovesick self, which relieved you a bit. Not only were you assured he liked you enough to stick with you as his hostess, but now you could clean him out without feeling guilty. Suddenly, a devious idea struck your mind. "Spirit, you're not a buy guy, you're just lonely, arent you?"

"Yeah..." He muttered, pulling you close, burying his face into your neck as the half a glass of beer he'd already had began to loosen him up.

"I don't usually offer this to my clients but..." You coo, petting his hair softly. "Blair was right, I do have a little crush on you..."

"What is it?" He asked and you smirked, knowing you had him on the hook. "Anything, I'll pay whatevcer."

"How would you like to..." You cup your hand around his ear, whispering conspiritorily as if sharing a secret.

"H-Here?!" He whisper-yelled back, obviously flustered, even more so when you simply smirked and nodded, pressing your finger to his lips.

"But we have to be discreet, we'll get in trouble if we're caught..." You teasingly batted your lashes. "Just tip me extra well, m'kay? So...?"

"Y-Yes!"

-----

"A-Are...you sure about this?" His breath fell out of his lips, heavy against the shell of your ear as you shifted in his lap, hiking up the skirt of your cocktail dress.

"You got cold feet?" You giggled as he rolled a condom onto his hard-on, hissing at the sensation of stroking it through the rubber.

"N-No," He murmured meekly, resting his hands on either side of him. "I want it so bad, it's been so long."

You softened a bit at his candidness, pulling your panties to the side, reaching between your legs to guide him in. You could feel him tense when you playfully rubbed his covered tip over your slick core before alligning him and sitting on hit fully.

"Oh shit..." He sighed against the back of your neck, forehead resting against your back. "So tight 'n warm..."

His pleased whispers made your stomach stir as you adjusted to him. He filled you perfectly, which you hadn't expected. "Mmm... baby, you feel so good..." You breathed, rolling your hips languidly in a way that made his heart skip a beat. You could feel his hands immediately grip your hips, stilling you.

"F-Fuck, not like that-" He begged, breath ragged in your hair. "I-I'll cum so fast, you don't even know..."

"That's the point, isn't it?" You giggled, prying his hands from your hips and guiding them upwards to your breasts. He gladly took the bait, groaning into your shoulder blade, pressing kisses to the bare skin there as he groped you needily. Despite his protests, you continued to lazily grind your hips into his not even allowing your thighs to leave his with how shallow you were going.

You'd never seen a man so deprived that he'd go so wild for anything less than a bounce, but here he was, coming undone beneath you with just the slightest friction. You couldn't wrap your head around it. But to him, there was a very specific reason.

You began to grow concerned when you felt his tears wet your spine. He was still slowly thrusting up into you, matching your subdued pace, so what could be the matter? "You okay back there?" You asked in a breathy whimper as his tip pressed into your cervix.

"Y-You feel just like my wife..." He sobbed lightly into your hair, brain fogged by alcohol, sorrow, and lust. His words made your blood run cold, especially when you noticed the lack of the prefix 'ex'.

"Oh, baby..." You softened, wondering if you should stop, but his insistent humping convinced you not to. You felt a bit cheap, being a stand-in for who he really wanted, but then again, you were using him for money, so you couldn't complain.

"F-Fucked her just like this that night..." He rasped, abandoning the distraction of playing with your breasts in favor of fully hugging you from behind, squeezing tightly. "T-The night she got pregnant."

That's when you finally understood. He was reenacting how his daughter was conceived- but with you instead of her mother. A part of you felt increadibly special to be the one to help him relive what must hae been such a wonderful moment, but another part of you felt uncomfortable for how emotionally invested he was in you, over a cash grab no less.

"P-Please cum for me, baby..." He begged, swallowing hard as he rocked into you with such care. "P-Please, I'll do anything..."

Without hesitation, you reached between your legs, digging your fingers into your tightly closed legs, rubbing tight, unsatisfactory circles on your clit. To your surprise, his feet separated your ankles, forcing them apart to give you more space. You dropped your head back against his shoulder, fingers moving more insistently as he took over thrusting into you solely.

With this arrangement, you both were doomed to finishing fast, your cubical full of heavy breaths and the sound of shifting fabric. "C'mon, please, please..." He pled, eyes squeezed shut, only opening them to let them roll back into his head.

"A-Ahh... Spirit, just like that..." There was his name again, sang so sweetly from the lips of an angel, he was certain.

"S-Say it again, say my name, please..." He begged, voice cracking with need. "Oh, fuck, I'm so close..."

"C-Cum with me, Spirit, please..." You wept so sweetly, beginning to climb to the summit.

As if on command, he finally gripped your hips, fucking into you with sloppy, shallow strokes, drunk on how his name dripped from your lips, coated in praise. You could feel his seed spurt into the condom, warming it against your gummy walls as you constricted him, finally capturing your own high. "S-Spirit, a-ahh! Y-Yes, cum with me, oh fuck..."

After catching your breath, you lifted off him, unceremoniously readjusting your soaked panties and shimmying your dress back down while he carefully slid the condom off, making sure not to spill its contents. He tucked himself back into his slacks, smiling lazily up at you as he rested for a moment, preparing to head out. You tossed the rubber in a small trashcan nearby, reminding yourself to throw out the back before anyone could find it later.

"Thank you..." He sighed, standing up and stepping over to you, affectionately stroking his thumb over your blushed cheek. "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on the house," You sighed, knowing the decision could mean being late on your rent, but you were happy you could help soothe a man down on his luck.

"You're too sweet." He cooed, pressing a kiss to your other cheek. "Think I... could take you out sometime?"

"Sure," You replied with a playful smirk, not taking his offer seriously. He simply smiled peacefully and made his way up to the register to pay out.

Later that evening, after you'd cleaned your cubical, ensuring the evidence of your misdeeds was in the dumpster, you went to collect your tips for the day. Imagine your surprise when you were tipped out an amount that easily rivaled your weekly wage.

"I don't know what you did to that guy," Your manager laughed, handing you the cash from the drawer. "But I've never seen him spend that much. Must really like ya."

"M-Maybe," You smiled nervously, taking the money and hiding it in your purse, silently reminding yourself to call Spirit the next day. He just paid your rent, he deserved a date, at least.

-----

"Honey, did you stop by the store?" You called from the kitchen, removing your wedding room and setting it on the window sill to wash the dishes.

"You know it, pretty mama." Spirit flirted, grocery bag in hand as he hugged you from behind, pinning you to the sink. You rolled your eyes at his antics, breaking away to check the roast in the oven.

"Now you behave. " You warned, taking the bag from him. "Maka and Soul will be over any minute and-" As if to punctuate your statement, the doorbell rang and he waltzed over to answer it. Immediately, Spirit began fawning over his daughter as she stepped through the door, rolling her eyes at his attention.

You couldn't help but melt at the sight, feeling your heart swell at the little family you'd procured. In five short years, you'd gone from working as an entertainer in a scummy club, struggling to keep your head above water, to being the pampered housewife of one of the strongest demon weapons of the present day. You suddenly had a beautiful, intelligent, fiery daughter who adored you as much as she did her biological mother and a very sweet soon-to-be son-in-law who treated her like royalty.

A single tear slipped down your cheek, prompting the father-daughter duo to stop bickering, to check on you. Even Soul glanced up at you from the couch where he'd planted himself immediately after entering, concern written in his crimson eyes. However, what really choked you up was when Maka stepped closer, her big green eyes shining with worry as she asked an unnecessary question. You couldn't wait to reassure her that you were just fine.

"You okay, momma?"

[hegoeshardasfuck]

dirty mind

wordcount: 0.7K

tags: sexting, unresolved sexual tension

synopsis: as much he's a good Weapon, he's also a bother sometimes

authors note: written for day 2 of kinktober! might be late to port some of them onto tumblr, but i hope ya'll enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59395495

Soul should know better than to reach for his phone as he waits for Death to declare his mission, but it's just so boring being a Death Scythe. He doesn't really ever get wielded by Death anyways, just lounges about. No wonder Spirit ended up spending so much time at Chupa Cabra's.

There's nothing to do except sit and wait.

And bother Maka.

He grins as he takes his leave with a dumb excuse of heading off for a walk. Death doesn't care enough to stop him, he never really used Soul anyways. He much preferred his twin pistols even now.

Soul meanders aimlessly until he finds a hidden little corner he's known of for years now. He drops down on the ground and opens up his phone before texting Maka "hey," with a slutty amount of y's.

yeah soul?

mmmmmmmnothing

bullshit

i just cant wait to get home

?

its sooo boring working for DTK these days, death scythe is not a good job

things were better when your hands were on me 24/7

im flattered

at least we still live together, no? god i cannot imagine living apart

itd be awful

yeah you got plans tonight? the usual

nothing?

nada zilch im free if youre free

someones eager

what do you have in mind? the usual actually wait are you teaching rn?

nope kids are all off on missions

okay great the usual being me fucking you hard

how hard?

stars

what happens if i fuck you? what then? you and i both know theres a strap under the bed, one that you looove to ride on

i doubt you could make me see stars

then gimme more to work with make this conversation something to read back on when youre on the job

alright alright well to start off our night i think i'd eat you out strip you down, piece by piece hold your thighs, one in each hand and work my way up i'd bite

how much?

bloody amounts

hot

now, i'd bite alllllll the way up your thighs not stopping for even a second, not even if you gripped my head by then i'd already be deep in your cunt fingers and tongue, one hand on your ass

so we're seated?

im on the ground

like the dog you are

you know i'd bark for you any day of the week

and you're on the edge of the bed my hands are in your hair pulling you closer

right right, im mashed up against you in the pussy having a great time leaving no scraps behind absolutely eating

soul.

getting off track sorry queen where was i......... right im in the pussy you cum once

im a little bit worn clawing into your scalp

i dont mind it at all when i can finally back away to breath i wipe down my lips then im back on you slowly pushing you down to the bed

slowly?

hastily i am hastily pushing you to the bed not slamming you, but im not going slow this definitely isnt our first time

definitely not

so youre down, laid out before me so pretty and i immediately start kissing on you lips, neck, chest, all of it nothing new but i should touch back on old territory

mhm

one hand on the mattress one hand on your leg usually you do the work ride me peg me fuck me itll be different tonight though

oh? you really think so?

i know it i'll take you so slow its agonizing missionary style too youll be begging before you know it if you thought i was a tease before im beyond unbearable now every single inch of your skin is gonna be mine only my hands will truly know it my lips as well i could go for a few rounds as many as you like no time for breaks in between creampied thoroughly by the end of it all i think thats where i'd call it a day lick you clean, make sure you're perfect we could sleep afterwards or watch a movie

you better hold true to this tonight

we'll see if DTK gets a mission for me might be too worn out if he does

youre a fucking tease

and you love it

i know

[candywife333]

Better Have My Money

[TEASER]

-SLATED TO RELEASE IN DECEMBER

chubby caretaker reader x CEO jungkook

"You gold digger, how dare you seduce my grandfather with your feminine wiles? How did you do it with that fat ass? Must've blindfolded my poor grandpa".

I turned around, almost wheezing with laughter still stuck in my lungs, "Hey, don't call me a gold digger dude. That is insulting to me. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend. Why would I settle for something as cheap as gold? And why do you think I seduced your grandpa. I was just his caretaker bro, that's it."

Jungkook bit out, enraged with his eyes blazing, "Then why the hell did he write you in the fucking will you bitch? He left half of his net worth to you"?!!! The dude grabbed the collar of my starch white Ralph Lauren polo, "Do you even comprehend what you have done"?!!

I pushed the dude's hand off , "Dude stop trying to choke me. This is a premium polo, do you know that? I have to return it back to the store next week. You intend on accusing me of things I didn't do and now you want me to have the misfortune of not getting a refund". My eyes got misty as I whimpered out," What type of demon are you? Trying to make the poor poorer I see. You utter rascal".

He looked like steam was coming out of his eyes as he shouted, "How dare you call me a rascal!!! You whorish vixen"!! I thought I would get offended but I was really impressed by his vocabulary. I shook his sleeve, "Dude, do you read historical romance or something? Like the Bridgertons or Outlander. Because your vocabulary is hella impressive. You must've memorized the entire SAT vocabulary list". I waved my hands to silence him. "Forget it. Just listen to me for a second. If you want to get me off this mythical will you speak of, you will have to silence me with either the power of your pocket or the power of the P".

He stared at me quizzically, as though he were confused. I smiled placatingly, "Look, it is very simple. Either you pay me a direct cash deposit of 75 percent of whatever I was promised by your grandfather, or you pay me in sex".

His jaw dropped open, so open that a few cockroaches could fly in if he let them. He seemed to choke on his own spit, coughing till he solemnly sputtered out, "Number one is not on the table. What the hell do you mean by sex"?!!!

I assessed him, with a twitch of one of my eyebrows, "It's an age old profession bro. If I really must explain it", I sat down on a bench and explained , "you must voraciously plunder my depths so to speak". He gulped as he gawked at me with something similar to disgust, "Plunder your depths? You mean that I am supposed to fuck your lardy ass to get rid of you".

I smiled , nodding enthusiastically ," I wouldn't put it in such an uncouth, uncultured manner. To put it in a more sophisticated manner, you must ravage me passionately". He continued to look more confused, so I sighed and clarified with gravity, "To put it more precisely, I want to rattle your snake, la chupa your cabra, or even better, hanky your panky". He gasped in horror, eyes widening as though he had seen a ghost. " But essentially, yes, you must tup me with your very long member for approximately a month". With an astonished face he menacingly bit out, "And how would you know that it is very long you trollop"?

My eyes glinted in the sun as I chirped out sunnily, "Those pants fit you very well Sir, if you must know. And after having consumed enough erotica for years, I can tell you one thing". I winked obnoxiously as I eyed his pants, " My estimation skills never have failed me".

[louissatturi]

BRAZILIAN MEME CULTURE LESSON 1

[TRANSLATION]

[Cellbit]: ITS THE ASSHOLE SUCKER*

Okay the meme started with this tweet of TV Maresol, a joke jornalism twitter account akin to the onion (but if im being honest the humor of the onion is more similar to the sensacionalista other joke parody jornal)

"MISTERY IN GOIANINHA: supposed chupa-cu(asshole sucker) intrigues residents"

Chupa-cu is like the chupa cabra but instead of sucking cabras blood he sucks cus

A part of brazilian meme history today

[mellancholy-morose]

@puppys-teeth You said you wanted Au's and silly thoughts in this post. I'm finally getting around to responding like I wanted to. I made it it's own post cause it got long and this is basically just gonna be a list of my WIP's with some general information and thoughts with some links to some snippets I've shared previously.

Longfics:

Knowing Spirit Albarn is a Drag Current WC about 14k

This is the current longfic I'm trying working on. Spirit ends up doing drag at chupa cabras, Stein comes looking for Spirit and finds out his secret and is thoroughly amused. Stein keeps coming back cause he finds it entertaining and is trying to understand why Spirit's doing it. But Spirit's double life takes a toll on him.

A few snippets I've posted so far:

Here, Here, Here, and Here

Graves/Fountains (a Wip title) Current WC about 3k (not counting notes that are just dialog spread around my note taking locations)

Stein and Spirit go on a mission and things go wrong, they're both left unable to resonate with anyone, as they're both ignored their problems for so long their souls have gone into what is basically a perpetual state of self defense, so LD puts them both on mandatory leave until they can fix their shit. They end up working at Deathbucks to pay the bills when its been a while with no progress and LD is like 'we can't keep paying you'. They eventually are going to have to go into each others mindscapes and help each other deal with all these things they've buried deep. The wip title is in reference to the imagery in their respective mindscapes.

Pacts Writ in Flesh and Blood Current WC about 27k

A resbang I was unable to finish, as it got a bit too depressing at the time. I will come back to it eventually, but it might yet be awhile. It's present stein/marie and past stein/spirit. It's a supernatural horror au, that started from the idea of Faustian deals, if you know 'the magnus archives' there's also some inspiration taken from there for this one. The promo from resbang will give you a better idea what it's about and has some excerpts:

promo

P.I. AU Currently just notes

More like a very long fic. Its ensemble cast and its scope scares me, it'll probably be a while before I tackle this one, simply cause juggling an ensemble cast this large, and having to make sure the murder mystery makes sense is going to be a lot balls in the air. When it was first conceived it was intended to be Stein/Marie but I'm likely to pivot it slightly to make it still that to and extent but likely end game Stein/Spirit. Idk it's not currently very fleshed out besides some general beats I want to hit with things. Stein is Frank Stone (I think it's hilarious and this choice of mine will never stop amusing me) private investigator who's investigating his buddy Sid's death. also did I mention its the 1920's? cause its the 1920's.

Oneshots:

none of these titles are finalized and are more just ways for me to tell them apart from each other

Carnival Currently just notes

Based off that one ending image of Stein making Spirit puke on the teacups, Spirit is there to chaperone the kids, and asks Stein to come a long. Marie upon learning this implies its a date, which worms its way into Stein's head, leading to something of a disappointing experience when they go.

GD Current WC 2.5k

(I don't want to say the title of this one as it gives away something small that I haven't decided if I want the reader to go into the fic knowing about yet)

Current oneshot I'm working on, after a mission Spirit convinces Stein to visit his parents when he learns they're in the area. It is a bit awkward for all involved but Spirit is learning things about Stein he never knew.

A snippet of this one can be found here and here.

Two fucked up little guys Current WC 1.6K

This one admittedly is almost done, but I haven't felt up for finishing it. Set after Stein and Spirit stopped being partners and after Maka is born, but before the anime. Neither have good coping mechanisms for their stress and end up instinctually reaching out for each others wavelengths, and connect while half way across the city. It's angsty, there's some hurt/comfort but it's not got a happy end coming for it. Though this one is also one that after I post it and people are interested I might end up coming back to and expanding the story on later (and giving it a happier ending most likely)

Misc:

These are things that are minimally fleshed out and tend to be more prompts then actual Wips atm

Gay Pirates:

Spirit used to be steins first mate, now they both have their own crews, and spirit keeps boasting about his getting them into trouble. Maka mutinies her dad stranding him on an island but still kinda feels bad about it so sends Stein a letter addressed as if from Spirit for a duel to the death, and Stein ends up getting stranded on the island with him cause his crew get drove off while he's off board by the navy.

Road Trip:

Been sitting on this one for awhile, but @bcbdrums reminded me it was in my wips by mentioning her own road trip ideas on some posts. I was gonna work on this on the side of my long fic but it grew past oneshot territory and is likely gonna be a medium length fic so it went back on the backburner. It's normal world au and is a last road trip before Stein leaves for med school. But there's gonna be a time skip after the trip to after med school

Verbatim from my notes:

"You've got mail Au but with more dicks and its grindr, cause its 2022 my dude" (can you tell how long these idiots have been plaguing me? The ideas and wips are constantly stacking up)

Theater kids au:

Stein is a teacher, Spirit is parent who wont fucking go home

Some Stein/Spirit/Marie poly thing

Doesn't have much to it currently besides my thoughts about similarities between Marie and Spirit

Incubus Au

Likely to be a longish fic, Spirit is a incubus that's hanging around Stein for reasons (one of those not sure if i want readers to know going into it things) and Stein is a kind of John Constantine type

[takeyourdailydoseofcyanide]

Until I Ache

AO3

Content Warning: Alcoholism, intoxication

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Spirit Albarn, Franken Stein, mentions of Maka Albarn and Kami Albarn (Maka’s Mother)

Word Count: 2 113

Tag(s): Excessive drinking, alcoholism, hurt/comfort, bars and pubs, angst

Summary: Essentially, Spirit ends up too wasted to walk home and calls Stein to help him get there.

Note(s): This is another relatively short one. I’d like to write some much longer ones as I have once before, but the brain fog has been tormenting me lately. I hope that this isn’t the absolute pinnacle of mediocrity! I don’t want my work to suffer. (I don’t say this for any sort of pity.) I feel as though I could do so much more with his alcoholism and really delve into it, but whatever. Perhaps I will in future fics. I greatly enjoy detailing themes of addiction and self-medicating in my writing, so I most likely will.

The warm lighting of the pub gently flickered above Spirit’s head as he sat, slumped over on one of a ton of barstools.

The idea of even stepping foot into Chupa Cabra’s made him shiver, a sharp pang prickling his spine. He’d have to see Blair if he did as such, and any reminder of his Maka would send him surely spiraling even further down the wormhole than he already was.

“Another, please,” Spirit outstretched the hand in which a shining shot glass was held, holding it out expectantly in the direction of the barkeep.

“No, way. Sorry,” the bartender shook his head, cleaning off a martini glass. He set the glass down once sparkly, grabbing the one Spirit shakily held.

“What? Why?” Death Scythe pouted childishly, his eyebrows pinching sorrowfully on his forehead.

“That would be a legal liability, sir. I can’t afford anyone suing this bar just because they were too wasted for their tortured livers to handle,” his face was stern despite the small chuckle escaping his lips.

Spirit straightened his back, grimacing in pain as his temples felt as though they might just burst.

“I wouldn’t do that,” he assured sincerely, and rather desperately.

“Psh, I don’t care if you supposedly would or would not do that, I’m not risking it! You know that happened to another pub just a few blocks away? No way, no how! My apologies, Death Scythe, sir.”

A deep and melancholic sigh racked Spirit’s frame as he stood, the weight of a thousand suns on his chest and shoulders. He stumbled out of the bar, soon being met with the sight of the bloodied and wrangled moon.

How long had he been there?

He peered down at his watch, wobbling on his feet as he tried his hardest to stand still.

The hands of the miniature clock read “1:29.”

Spirit pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling and exhaling slowly. He soothingly massaged his throbbing forehead, squinting his eyes in the direction he came from, attempting to plan his route home in his clouded mind.

‘One foot in front of the other,’ he reminded himself of how precisely to walk, as began trudging along the cobblestone streets.

……

Spirit yelped as he nearly face-planted into the sidewalk, his hands and knees surely scraped. Evidently, “one foot in front of the other” would not be enough. He fought back tears as they pricked in his eyes, feeling as though he were a pathetic child who couldn’t handle a minuscule scratch.

He hoisted himself upwards, leaning against the wall of some shoe store, fumbling for the cellphone buried in his right pocket.

The scythe dialed the only person he knew would be awake.

“Spirit?” A confused and sonorous voice rumbled through the speakers of the phone.

“Need help,” he slurred, the waterworks beginning.

“With what?”

“Can’t get home. Too drunk,” he whimpered pitifully, scrambling to conceal himself in the shadows of the dingy alleyway beside him.

“You know I live outside of the city, Spirit. It’ll take me a second to get… Wait, where are you?”

“I don’t know… ‘M so stupid,” his shoulders shook with a sob, as he slapped his palm against his forehead repeatedly.

“Calm down, Spirit. Do you see a street sign anywhere?” The voice was more stern than that of the barkeeper’s, and more intimidating, but a stable source of guidance for the drunkard.

“Uhm… I think so.. It says Morena Street,” he poked his head out cautiously, examining the sign carefully as he squinted.

“Okay. I can be there in just a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” he sniffled, a hand placed over his mouth in order to muffle his weeping.

“Yeah,” the caller hung up.

……

Stein scanned the dimly lit streets, his hands in his pockets and he walked. There was no sign of Spirit.

That is, until he moved closer to a certain alleyway.

The sounds of a familiar cry seemed to leave that narrow spot, flowing down the streets despite the weapon’s best efforts.

“Spirit?” Stein called out, entering the horridly-smelling alleyway.

“Stein!” He plummeted into the meister, face against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around his taut torso.

Stein’s eyes widened impossibly large, his arms glued to his sides. “What are you doing, Spirit?”

“Please don’t dissect me! Just get me home!” He bawled, Stein frowning as the fluids emerging from the scythe’s face were surely soaking into his turtleneck by now.

“Okay, then. First you have to remove your arms from around me, please,” Franken awkwardly suggested, struggling out of Spirit’s hold.

“Oh, sorry..”

“It’s fine… Here,” he allowed for the ginger’s head to rest against his shoulder, his own arm reaching out to steady the clumsy man as they exited the premises.

“Did I interrupt anything you were doing? ‘M sorry,” Albarn gazed at Stein sadly and guiltily, his blubbering certainly not coming anywhere close to ceasing.

“I didn’t have much to do, really. And stop apologizing, there’s no need to,” he reassured him.

“Okay…”

“So, why’d you get so drunk this time, anyway?” Stein questioned curiously, sparing a quick and inquisitive glance down at his former partner.

“Don’ even know anymore,” he began, sulking whilst wearing possibly the most petulant face the meister had ever seen. “Just didn’t feel good. I never feel good anymore, Stein. Maka hates me, too. Prob’ly partly ‘cause of this.”

“That’s not true, Spirit, I can assure you of that,” he spoke solemnly with an air of wholeheartedness.

“Whaddayamean i’s na true?” Spirit drawled, a whiny twinge to his voice like that of a young child. “She ma’es it so clear!”

“She doesn’t truly hate you, Spirit. She loves you. She’s always loved you. That’s why it makes the whole divorce and all that happened between you and Kami so much more difficult. She resents you, she’s bitter. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you. She’s still so young, and doesn’t know how to handle all those conflicting feelings - Hell, no matter your age, conflicting emotions are incredibly difficult to deal with and navigate, but being so young certainly doesn’t help by any means,” Stein elucidated, raising valid points even in the midst of Spirit’s hazy and inebriated mind.

“You mean it? You really do?” The scythe sniffled, his bottom lip gently quivering.

“Of course, Spirit. It’s a glaring fact. Haven’t you noticed how worried she gets when she sees you injured? She’s mad at you. She doesn’t hate you.”

A strident sob poured from Death Scythe’s lips, as he seemingly threw the idea of stifling his weeping entirely out of the window. His abdomen contracted, his entire figure trembling strenuously.

“It’s a good thing we’re going home, huh?” Stein chuckled.

Spirit produced a strained sound in agreement, harshly and uncoordinatedly nodding his head, something he would soon come to regret when the alcohol-induced vertigo came to strike him.

……

“Wanna be loved, Stein,” the redhead bemoaned as Stein fumbled with the keys he’d had to grab from Spirit’s pocket, eventually pushing the apartment door open. “And not jus’ for my body, for once. Not love. They want me for sex. Always. Never for me, is it?”

“Isn’t that normal?” Stein questioned genuinely. “I mean, isn’t it normal for people to seemingly only want you for your body?”

“Well, everyone else seems to not think so. Or maybe it is? Dunno. But other people love.. and it’s love,” he slurred into Stein’s shoulder, allowing himself to be maneuvered onto the comfort of his bed.

“Stein.. I know you aren’t the type, but do you love me? Don’ even mean romantically.”

“I don’t know how to, Spirit. It’s just not in my nature. But would it help if I were to tell you that you’re my favorite test subject of them all?” He asked as he tucked the man in, adjusting his pillow, and ensuring that he lay on his side.

“Hm. Kinda, I guess. ‘M certainly not Maka’s favorite. Maybe not anyone’s.. But maybe yours. But that means you wanna dissect me!” Spirit exclaimed, his bottom lip sticking out more and further than ever.

“Why, of course it does, my dear,” he shot the weapon a sarcastically adoring smirk.

“You’re so mean…”

“If I’m so mean, then why did I just tuck you into bed like a kid?”

“To dissect me.”

Stein sighed, laughing a little in response. “I don’t even have any of my scalpels or utensils, in general, with me at the moment. You needn’t worry,” the meister perched himself upon the very edge of the fairly empty king-sized bed, right up against Spirit’s legs. “Now, before you inevitably fall asleep, do you need to vomit?”

“Don’ think so…”

“Okay, well, make sure to stay on your side unless you want to die of asphyxiation tonight,” Stein gently patted his former weapon on his calves.

“Asphyxiation?” He slurred in his drunken state.

“Do you want to gargle and choke on your vomit, Spirit?”

“Ew, no!” Spirit yelled out, grimacing.

“There you go.”

Stein lifted himself from his position on the bed, taking strides toward the bedroom door, his hands resting in their habitual and almost designated area; his lab coat pockets.

“Wait!” Albarn exclaimed, his hands zooming out from underneath the warmth of his plush comforter, making grabby gestures at Stein.

“What is it, Spirit?”

“I’m not sure if I ever told you this, but.. I like your voice. It’s calm.. Well, most of the time. Can you read to me?” He averted his gaze from Stein’s, humiliated, ashamed, and tense with trepidation.

“Aw, the baby wants me to read him to sleep?” Franken Stein teased, stepping closer and closer to the flushed weapon.

“Sh- shut up, Stein. Just- please?” He stared up at him longingly. Stein found it almost cute.

“Sure. Is there anything specific you would like me to read?”

Spirit retrieved the book on his nightstand, handing it to the meister, of whom had once again sat himself directly beside his legs.

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, hm? I hadn’t known that you enjoyed such literature,” Stein examined the detailed cover, looking over each and every speck of the book with his typical inquisition.

“I used to read it to my little Maka all the time,” his voice shuddered as his tear glands somehow managed to secrete even more salty liquid.

“Now, now, no more crying, Spirit. Your eyes are already all red and swollen. At this point, I’d figure that it would be painful to cry,” he thumbed at the older male’s under-eyes and cheeks, attempting to dry the moistness. “Are you sure you’ll be able to handle me reading this? Perhaps you shouldn’t have it on your nightstand anymore if it upsets you so much.”

“No, no! I can handle it, I swear. Please, Stein. That’s the book I want,” Spirit blinked whatever teardrops that were left in his eyes away, rolling them upward and into the back of his head.

“All right, then,” Stein patiently agreed, acting as the sturdy force, the glue currently holding Spirit together. “Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it,`and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice`without pictures or conversation?'”

Spirit’s eyelids slowly fluttered shut as Stein continued to read from the first chapter, though one last tear did managed to slip from his eyes as he fell down the abyssal rabbit-hole that was sleep, allowing each soothing, yet stirring hand to drag him down into the land of dreams.

“…In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well,” Franken ceased his reading, peering over at his weapon.

‘That was quick. So, he still looks just as peaceful when he sleeps as he did all those years ago,’ Stein thought to himself, a mischievous and nostalgic smile decorating his face as he reminisced on each incision that he had left scattered all over Spirit’s body.

He quietly shut the book, placing it back onto the nightstand with a hushed “plop.” Steadily, Stein stood from the bed, and step by step, he took strides towards the door once more.

“Good night, Spirit,” Franken muttered underneath his breath, sparing a quick and curious glance back at the weapon.

[cubic-watermelon]

Day 27 of my cryptid October drawing challenge!

Today’s creature: Zorra Berradeira

(They all look deep because they’re so tiny but I’ll fix them in post)

Previous:

[bcbdrums]

*at Chupa Cabra's* Spirit: *on his third drink* Mm, she's lovely... What's the best way to a woman's heart? Stein: .... Stein: Through the fourth and fifth rib.

[leox-un]

was it you who said someone drew spirit with the tie around his head and you've never been the same? https://www.tumblr.com/arcpyne/682265550709243905/arcpyne-drinking-alone-at-chupa-cabras-on-a?source=share

that piece perhaps?

IT WASNT THIS PIECE BUT I DO LOVE THIS THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD

also i found the person i was talking about (it took 4 seconds my ass was just lazy 😭) it was @/t4kispace,, their steinspirit art my beloved,,,

[rhinokck]

Today’s side by side was spiced stouts. First up was KBS Spicy Chocolate from Founder’s Brewing out of Grand Rapids, MI. This was a really good stout, flavor was kind of a mild or medium molé sauce with a bit of chocolate. It was very tasty but not the best KBS variant I’ve had. Next up was Chupa Cabra Batch #3 from 903 Brewing out of Sherman, TX. This was an excellent stout, aged on cinnamon, all spice, turbanado sugar, marshmallow, coconut, vanilla & hazelnut. This is so good, mildly spicy with a hot, sweet finish. Both of these would be good dessert beer to split with a couple buddies.

[salemdotcom]

You know what? Fuck you! *un chupas your cabras*

[distorsionada]

¿Canción que nunca dedicarías a alguien? 🐿♥

Un temazo que no se debe dedicar. 🐀✨

JAJAJAJAJJK

[humanaaa]

Eu e a @forgott3n-l4mb estivemos traduzindo a fanfic Breaking Dawn da anonymous-dentist para português! O segundo capítulo acaba de ser publicado!

Três coisas que estão neste capítulo:

1. Chupa-Cabra

2. Roier

3. A cabeça decapitada de DanTDM

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Roier, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Francisco Miguel | ForeverPlayer, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Richarlyson (QSMP), Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Jaiden Animations & Roier

Characters: Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Richarlyson (QSMP), Francisco Miguel | ForeverPlayer, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Jaiden Animations, Bobby (QSMP)

Additional Tags: Universo Alternativo - Elementos Sobrenaturais, Universo Alternativo - Moderno com Magia, Lobisomens, Violência Típica do Canon, Gore leve, flertes, Fluff romántico, Comédia Romantica, Mãos Dadas, Apelidos Carinhosos, angst leve, Outras Tags Adicionais Serão Adicionadas, Horror, tradução, Dividindo Roupas, Dividindo a Cama

Summary:

Cellbit é um caçador de monstros.

Isso quer dizer: ele é um teórico da conspiração tentando provar a existência do sobrenatural. Seu projeto atual é o seguinte: lobisomens. Lobisomens estão na floresta, e ninguém se importa exceto ele... e exceto um cara que ele conheceu no seu clube do livro uma semana.

Acontece que esse tal de Roier sabe muito sobre o sobrenatural, também. Ele diz que é um especialista em lobisomens, e quem é Cellbit para olhar os dentes do lobo dado?

Ou: Uma comédia romântica de lobisomens anti-Crepúsculo estrelando um ex-presidiário e um cara que definitivamente não é um furry.

(Tradução de Breaking Dawn. Veja o blog da criadora original da fanfic aqui! Se você gostou dessa obra, aqui tem outras fanfics escritas por ela.

Esta é apenas uma tradução, nós não temos nenhum crédito relacionado a criação da história!)

[pigs-in-art]

Chupa Cabra Chorus Line Vs Pig by Violetta Antonia Sorcini