#fuck this i will give y’all my recipes just so y’all can make it and it will kind of be like me giving you food

[merriclo]

i fucking hate having internet friends bc y’all are so far away. i cant pick you up and take you down to the forest and walk around and stand in the river with you. i cant hand you a fun stone and then come back home and give you some hot apple cider. i cant cook for you or spoil you or get rained on with you and that rlly rlly sucks. all i can do is like and reblog ur posts and remind u that ur cool.

[luludeluluramblings]

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family Part Two

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Part One ☁️ Part Three ☁️

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A/N: I was genuinely thinking this wouldn’t be as liked as it was. I kinda wanna take my time with it and slow it down. Focus on the Yandere aspect, and the little blurbs to go along with it. But, I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Pregnancy, mild yandere themes (blink and you’ll miss it)

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It wasn’t like you had unintentionally forgotten to mention the apartment search to Stephanie. Mom brain can make you a silly forgetful goose.

Besides, other things had popped up that were much more important. Like, finding out the bean’s gender and finding yourself some actual maternity pants. Or, trying not to pass out. The waves of exhaustion that hit you were surprising. You had hit you second trimester and were supposed to start feeling better, the Doctor said.

But, apparently every pregnancy was different.

Stephanie, on the other hand, had started spending more and more time with you. Which was nice. The way you two were bonding over your experiences was kind of grounding. The little tips she gave were also kinda helpful. She tended to mother-hen you, though. Getting really strict about eating the cold cut sandwiches and your caffeine intake.

The lack of caffeine definitely didn’t help your irritably. Which you were struggling to control. You kept your snappy attitude to yourself as best you could, but sometimes the other’s in the house would do something that would make you glare at them. Alfred and Cassandra had definitely caught on that something was up. You showed the most restraint around them when it came to controlling your emotions. Stephanie was supportive as well.

But, Jason eventually had the absolute audacity to eat your fried cornbread one day. A recipe you had learned from your Momma’s Momma before she died. He left not a single crumb when you found him in the kitchen with a content look.

When you found the empty food container in the sink, you could feel your blood still.

“Did you eat my cornbread, Jason?” You had cooly asked, still looking at the empty container.

He had the further audacity to seem so nonchalant about it, “Yeah, it was good. You should make some more some time.”

“You ate my motherfuckin’ cornbread and you wanna telll me to make some more?” You were about take the empty container from the sink and chucked it at his stupid head.

“Watch the language, princess. It’s not that big a—“ Before he could finish, the restraint was gone and you were throwing the empty contain at him. Some of the dirty water splashing on him.

“What the hell? What gives?”

“You. Ate. My. Fuckin’. Cornbread. Do you know how much I was looking forward to that? And, you just fuckin’ ate it with a damn care?”

“Look, chill.” Jason is more baffled by your sudden behavior than anything to give you his usual temper. Normally you’re more mellow. Just letting them ignore you with ease. Hell, you used to seem scared of him.

“No, I will not fuckin’ chill. You ain’t ask, you just took it, you son of a bitch!” Honestly, you’re about to throw another dirty plastic container at him when Alfred walks in. Seeing the rage on your face and Jason sitting at the counter without care.

“Master Jason, I believe Master Dick requires your presence.” Alfred says with a masterfully controlled tone. You can’t tell if he’s lying or not, and, assumedly, neither can Jason because he gets up to leave.

Jason gives you a glare as he walks out of the kitchen. But, there is a hint of confusion in his gaze that you ignore in favor of trying not to cry over fucking cornbread of all things.

With a huff you go to pick up the empty container, only for Alfred to stop you.

“I believe you shouldn’t be straining yourself so much in your condition, my dear.” He picks it up for you before giving you a very pointed look. His eyes drifting towards the bump you have hidden underneath your oversized hoodie.

Instantly, guilt floods you. You hadn’t tell Alfred about the baby, despite him being your pillar of support in the manor. It makes tears actually spill over your lashes, and it cause you to feel even more frustrated that you can’t contain your emotions anymore.

“How long have you known?”

“I’ve had reason to suspect, but you yourself have just confirmed my suspicions, my dear.” The way Alfred’s single eyebrow raises makes to want to laugh on top of crying.

“Besides, I’ve noticed an unusual increase in the consumption of hot sauce and ice cream in this house. And, bowls containing the remains of the unholy concoction in the sink at the odd hours of the night.” But, the way he gives you a gentle and understanding smile makes a little choking noise escape you.

Thankfully, he lets you bury yourself in his chest as the tears start flowing. Willfully letting you ruin his freshly pressed clothes with your tears and snot. You can feel his hand rubbing your back like he was consoling a child, and you definitely felt like a child in that moment. A broken and pathetic child.

“I’m sorry” You mumble. The two words an apology for a million things. The tears, the recent volatility, the secrets, the way you’ve seemed to have lost control.

“You are forgiven, my dear. You are forgiven.”

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Jason had stormed into the cave, fully knowing Alfred had lied about Dick needing him when he saw him training with Damian and Steph. The sound of their soft grunts, punches, and kicks echoing a bit off the cave walls

“Alright, I’m just gonna say it. What’s the princesses’ deal? Little brat just threw Tupperware at me.” That got everyone’s interest and amusement.

“Are you sure you didn’t deserve it?” Tim quipped from the BatComputer with a grin. Typing away on another case.

“Shut it, Timbo. That’s not the point. She’s acting off.” He huffed as he moved towards one of the seats in the cave. Haphazardly throwing himself into the chair and leaning back with his legs spread.

“Maybe she’s finally coming out of her shell?” Duke suggested without looking over at him. Too focused on his gear. Checking over the material for any tears since the time he’d been on patrol.

Once again, the idea makes Jason scoff and further lean back in his seat.

“She’s literally been living here for years and now she wants to finally grow a spine? Not buying it. Something’s going on.”

“You sound like Bruce.” Dick immediately points out with a raised brow and a wiry grin. Him and the other two moving back over towards the rest of the caves current occupants. Sweat currently on their brows and forms.

“Fuck you, dickhead.”

Dick playful stumbles at the insult, clutching his chest. “Hurtful.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so concerned. Aren’t you always antagonizing her?” Tim points out mildly curious, but most of his attention is directed towards the giant screen in front of him.

“Not the point.”

“This conversation is pointless.” Damian mutters, taking a drink of water with a bored look on his face.

“Isn’t she your sister, Damian? You used to go on and on about being the blood son. Shouldn’t you care about your blood sister?” Tim goads him, never one to let Damian forget his old bratty behavior.

“Half-sister. She’s just a mistake.” He scoffs.

“Damian, knock it off.” Stephanie says with a sharp tone and a even sharper look.

That stuns everyone.

“Steph?” Dick says in… not concern, but bafflement.

“Excuse me, Brown?” Damian’s hackles rising. It was rare for him and Stephanie to go at it. But, not exactly unheard of.

“Just, knock it off, Damian.” She bluntly stated. Not allowing the argument to go any further before she’s whipping the sweat from her face and walking towards the cave’s stair. “Jason, where was she?”

He eyes her for a moment, slight suspicion on his blank face.

“In the kitchen with Alfred.”

“I’m going to go check on her.”

They’re quiet as her feet briskly climb the stairs.

“How much do you want to bet Steph knows what’s going on and isn’t tell us?” Tim breaks the silence with a curious look.

“I’m not taking that bet. But, I think you have a point, Jason.” Dick says, acknowledging his earlier suspicions.

“You have any ideas, Cass?”

“… Something is going on. Not sure what.”

“Guess we have a little princess mystery on our hands.” Jason snarks. Content on being validated, but mind now wondering.

“Might be interesting.” Tim replies with a shrug of his shoulders. “Oh, hey, Damian, just got a space transmission from Conner. Jon and him will be back in a few days and will probably stop by the manor.”

“Jon is tolerable, but must Conner come here as well.”

“Hey, he’s my best friend. Chill out.”

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A/N: Smalltown!Meta!Reader Part 8 has surpassed 4000 words and I’m still not done. And, I cut it in half. I’m really focusing on more dialogue, cause it’s starting to be kinda fun!

A/N: I will get to my asks. Eventually. I mean it, I cleaned it out and then y’all doubled it! I’ll get to it! One day!

A/N: The BatFam tags are lighting up y’all! We are blessed, we are fed!

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[sh1-n0bu]

You ever wonder about scara jerking himself off while you abuse his hole?

Just thinkin' ;)

♡︎ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphillia, brat taming, mirror sex, cock can be interpreted as strap on - anything that’s comfy for u guys

notes: a biiiittt different than your og req but still the same thing, just a different tone. i hope you like the recipe! also it has been a while since i visited the sub genshin tags. hello my little horny goblins! have y’all missed me?/jk jk

what’s this???? nobu finishing up another req after publishing another one last night???? has she finally defeated writer’s block?????

“shlo-OOOUH! shlowerrrh~! [nam-] ca-aahnt!♡︎♡︎” letting out a guttural sob, scaramouche squirted all over his stomach again. he was being a little shit for the entire week - ruining your perfectly made cake, throwing tantrums like a kid, cussing you out when you forgot to give him his usual goodbye kisses before leaving for work. the list goes on and on.

and now when he’s met the consequences of his own actions he’s telling you to be gentle? after ruining the hard work you put in your cake’s icing? in his dreams.

the short man let out another choked scream when your cock hit his oversensitive prostate again, the plush soft muscle getting abused over and over ruthlessly by the tip of your cock repeatedly hitting them, clawing at your back with his blunt nails in a pathetic attempt to at least try and get you to slow down so he can properly breathe.

and it seems like his prayers were answered when you slowed down before stopping, the bruises formed by your hands’ rough grip on his waist making him let out a whine at the feeling, the bleeding bite marks left by your teeth still stinging so deliciously. the brat let out another whine when you pulled out of his hole, your cum flowing out of his loose hole and running down his plushy, hickey covered shaking thighs.

unfortunately the brat’s wishes didn’t last long when you manhandled his tiny body, turning him over with his back to your chest - looking straight at the full body mirror propped against the wall. everything looked so lecherous - from the sticky cum covering the insides of his thighs, the dark and blue hickeys on his neck and chest to the remains of his own fluids covering his tummy.

gosh scaramouche was completely ruined.

“[n-name] plea-ashee… n-no mowree~ sensitiIIGGH!!♡︎“ a shrill sound resembling a squeal left his lips when you slammed yourself all the way until the hilt back into him once more. small hands clenching and flexing, seemingly trying to grab ahold of something to try and get his fucked silly mind together again.

“‘m getting a bit tired kuni. so you gotta do some of the work too” guiding his one hand to his swollen, angry red cock you silently commanded him to stroke himself - which scaramouche understood. sloppily running his hand up and down on his cock, rubbing the slit wet precum filled tip with his thumb your sweet dumb boy just couldn’t help but let out another wail when you hooked your hands under his shaking legs and slammed him down to the rhythm of his strokes.

understanding the situation as much as his mushy brain could comprehend, scaramouche jerked himself off at a faster pace. hands stuttering with his tear stained eyes and flushed face looking directly at the mirror, the puppet could easily see your cock slipping in and out of his pink hole over and over. he was so tired - his tiny cock only managing to spill a small amount of cum as he spasmed through another orgasm yet you still didn’t stop.

after all someone’s gotta teach him how to stop being a brat right?♡︎

[tightjeansjavi]

𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟙

“he’s my baby I don’t mean maybe”

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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: I promised y’all this would be a two chapter weekend and here we are 🤠 I apologize ahead of time for the cliff hanger this ends on..please don’t kill me lol

~word count: 2.8k~

Summary: trail rides, sweet kisses, and Joel by your side. Could anything possibly go wrong?

Warnings: tooth aching fluff in the beginning, flirting, two idiots in love, banter, playful tones, swearing, adrenaline rush from horseback riding, the day takes a twisted turn when an unwelcome visitor asshole shows up, protective! Joel, readers ex is a piece of garbage, angst, feelings of anger, confusion, ends on a cliffhanger, (+18) minors dni!

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Austin, Texas

It felt like hours had passed since Joel had put you into a blissful mind numbing state with that fucking skillful tongue of his. Shortly after your post orgasm high had passed, you had a much well deserved nap in his warm embrace. By 10 a.m, he was coaxing you out of bed and starting the shower for you. You honestly could not pinpoint a time in your life where a man took care of you this way with no hesitations. Joel had certainly set the bar fucking high as he peppered sweet kisses along your face. “C’mon. In you go, baby honey.” he brushed his lips against your hairline as you lazily wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your cheek against his chest. “Join me?” You looked up at him through fluttered lashes, giving him your best puppy dog pout that had his heart melting to putty along the tile floor.

“Sure, baby. I’ll join you.”

No funny business took place in the shower other than a few shared kisses under the warm stream and ghosting of wandering hands. You washed one another’s bodies with the utmost care, and consideration. When all was said and done, you found yourself hugging him from behind, cheek squished against his strong back muscles as your hands rested along his tummy. Joel leaned into your warm touch, smiling softly to himself when your lips began to press gentle kisses along his spine. “Hey, uh..I forgot to mention that I have the day off today darlin.’ Do ya think maybe I can come to the barn with you later? Just the two of us?” He brought one of your hands that was gently resting along his stomach, up to his lips where he pressed a soft kiss to the underside of your fingers.

“Of course you can, baby. I would love it if you came with me. Just know that I will be putting those muscles of yours to good use. Y’know, for research purposes of course.”

Joel could feel you smiling against his water droplet covered skin and he chuckled, bringing your hand down to his tummy and interlocked his fingers over yours. “You just wanna see me flex, baby. S’alright. I’ll be an imbecile all goddamn day, and flex my muscles for ya if it makes ya that happy.”

“You’re such a goober, Joel. Y’know that?” You giggled softly against his skin.

“Mhm. I’m only a goober for you, shortcake.”

Only when the water began to run cold, and turn your skin pruny, did you and Joel finally depart from the shower. He wrapped you in a big fluffy towel, pressing yet another gentle kiss to your head.

He insisted on making you breakfast as well, and what a sight for sore eyes he was. Dressed in your apron, putzing around in your quaint little kitchen. He remembered that you told him early on that you were a vegetarian, so he used his culinary skills to whip you up a delicious cheese and veggie stuffed omelet.

It was the best goddamn omelet you had ever had.

You demanded he give you the recipe after you had the first bite, to which he responded, “sorry, darlin.’ a chef cannot reveal his secrets.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes of course, smiling like a goddamn fool in love. Yeah, you could easily find yourself falling hard, and fast for Joel Miller. Who were you kidding? You already were past that point.

You weren’t kidding when you told Joel that you’d be putting his muscles to very good use. The shipment of hay had been dropped off shortly after Tommy and Ryder had brought the horses in and fed them. So for the next hour, you and Joel had transported all of the hay to the storage barn just a short distance from the main stables area. You both had sweat soaking through your shirts and you may or may not have nearly drooled at the sight of his muscles rippling each time he lifted a bale.

When the hard work was complete, you took a short break under the shade of an apple tree near the pasture fence. You were comfortably sitting between his thighs, with your back resting against his chest as you guzzled down a heaping amount of water. “Hey, Joel?”

“Yes my darlin?’”

“I know Sarah has never gone horseback riding before, but have you?” You asked as a cool breeze kissed along your skin.

“Me? Yeah, when I was a kid. Nothin’ crazy or anythin’, but ‘ma and dad used to take Tommy and I to the fair, and we’d always go on the pony rides. Does that count?”

“Well, everyone starts somewhere, and my parents used to take me on the pony rides too. Probably was the only thing at the fair that I actually enjoyed. It’s a beautiful afternoon, you wanna saddle up with me and go on a trail ride?”

“Wait, really? I mean..I’d love to. You think I'm capable enough?”

“Of course I think you’re capable, baby. Anyone can ride a horse, and honestly? Trail rides are nice and easy going. No pressure, of course. I just figured it would be something nice for us to do together.” You set your water bottle alongside in the grass before you turned around between his thighs, giving him that little heart melting smile that he adored.

“I would absolutely love to go on a trail ride with you baby.” He grinned sheepishly as he sat up, gently grasping your chin between his fingers as he leaned in for a kiss. “Who do you suggest I ride?”

You leaned in, closing the short gap between you and him as you met his lips in a sweet kiss. “I think Whiskey is your best bet. He’s super easy going on the trails. We’ll take him and Ezra out.”

He couldn’t help but pull you in closer to him when your lips met his, and he kissed you back deeply. “Sounds like a plan to me, cowgirl. Let's kiss a little more, yeah? Your lips are so sweet. Sweet like candy.” He hummed.

You found yourself straddling his lap, bringing your hands to rest gently along either side of his face as you kissed him deeply. “We can definitely handle that cowboy.”

First and foremost, you made sure you had a helmet that would fit Joel’s head. Even though you were just going on a simple trail ride, safety was absolutely necessary. Unfortunately for Joel..the only helmet that actually fit him was hot pink with cheetah spots all over.

“This really the only one that’s gonna fit me? I look like a goddamn fool in this.” He let out a small huff as you adjusted the straps and tested to make sure the helmet was snug on his head.

“Baby, you pull it off really well, okay? It’s the only one I have at the moment that will fit you. I think you look handsome in pink.” You pecked his lips sweetly.

“Handsome, huh? Oh, alright. You just better hope Tommy doesn’t come sneakin’ around here anytime soon cause I will never hear the fuckin’ end of it.” He kissed you back.

“Don’t worry. It’s just you and I and the horses. They’ll probably make fun of you but it’s all out of love, cowboy.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure they’ll have their little horsey chats about how ridiculous I look in this helmet. You’re lucky I like you so much darlin.’” He tutted under his breath.

“The luckiest girl in all of Austin Texas.” You grinned.

“Yeah, and you best not forget it!” He gave you a playful tap on the rim of your own helmet, and a cheeky grin followed shortly after.

You showed Joel how to properly tack up Whiskey and you weren’t even surprised to see that he was a fast learner, just like Sarah. Once you had finished tacking Ezra up, you and Joel led the horses outside. It was an absolutely beautiful summer day out and you couldn’t wait to show Joel your favorite trails to take.

You gently held Ezra’s reins off to the side as Joel led Whiskey to the outdoor mounting block. “So, you’re going to keep one hand on the reins and then place one foot in the stirrup, and swing your leg over the saddle. Watch the horn, would hate for you to bruise your balls on that..” You couldn’t help but lightly giggle.

“Gee, thank you so much for being concerned about the well-being of my crown and jewels. You’re such a sweetheart.” He chuckled as he kept one hand on the reins that were resting along Whiskey’s withers. He took a deep breath as he slipped his foot into the stirrup before swinging his leg over the side of the saddle. For a rookie, he did pretty well. He leaned down and gave Whiskey a gentle pat on the back as he gathered his reins up.

“Are you sure you haven’t done more than just pony rides?” You teased him as you tossed Ezra’s reins over his head gently, and grabbed a hold of them over his withers.

“I swear on my daughter’s life, I ain’t got much horse experience except for the pony rides.”

“I don’t believe him, Ez. Do you? I think he’s lying..” You whispered to your horse who immediately nodded his head in agreement. “Ezra thinks that's total horse shit!” You playfully stuck your tongue out at him as you hoisted yourself into the saddle with ease.

“Ohh, I see how it is. You guys gonna gang up on me? How rude.” He gently nudged Whiskey’s sides with the heels of his boots to walk up alongside you and Ezra.

“Gang up on you? Oh, no no no. We would never!” You leaned over in the saddle, giving Joel a quick kiss that caught him off guard, but before he could respond, you were already nudging Ezra to walk forward.

Ezra and Whiskey walked along the pasture fence, swishing their tails in unison to keep the flies off their backs as a comfortable silence washed over you and Joel. He of course couldn’t help but look over at you occasionally. He was entranced by the way the warm glow of the sun danced across your features, and how gentle your hands were holding the reins, and how perfectly at peace you were. Yeah, he had already fallen hard and fast for you as well. There was no denying that.

“Hey, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You looked over at him with a teasing smile.

Joel immediately felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he bashfully looked away, coughing under his breath. “I can’t help it. You’re just so goddamn pretty. Makes my heart melt every time I look at ya.” He sheepishly responded.

“Ez, did ya hear that? Joel thinks I'm so goddamn pretty, it makes his heart melt. Quite the sweet talker he is, huh?”

“This is the moment where you tell me i’m so fuckin’ handsome, it makes your heart melt. Ain’t that right, Whiskey boy? He agrees. I am just that good lookin.’”

You threw your head back slightly as a joyous laugh slipped past your parted lips. Your face scrunched up adorably, lashes fluttering and Joel’s heart clenched in on itself.

“Okay, you are so fucking handsome, it makes my heart melt.” You let out a dramatic, dreamy sigh.

Ezra and Whiskey both snorted in response thinking that you and Joel were just two happy fools in love.

When the 4 of you approached a wide expanse of open landscape, stretching for what seemed like miles, you could feel Ezra’s anticipation beneath the saddle. “Hey, cowboy? You think you can handle a little gallop? I think the boys want to stretch their legs.”

“Uhh..is that really safe for rookies like me? I’ve got a bad back as it is, and if I fall..” He trailed off.

“Hey, I promise it’s safe. Whiskey has a super comfortable gait, and he’s really good with beginners. If he feels like you’re gonna fall off, he’ll know to stop. All you gotta remember is to have a quiet seat, heels down, eyes forward. I wouldn’t suggest it if I thought you couldn’t handle it, okay?” You held Ezra’s reins in one hand, reaching your freehand across the saddle and gave Joel’s bicep a light reassuring squeeze.

“Okay, I trust you, and well, Whiskey too of course.” He gave him another gentle pat on his soft neck.

You gave Joel a small nod, that certain glint in your eye as you tightened up on Ezra’s reins slightly, looking over at your cowboy and gave him a playful wink, before you squeezed Ezra’s sides and he took off down the rolling grassy hills.

Joel watched in amazement as Ezra galloped off, kicking up dirt and grass as his hooves thundered down the hill. “Okay, you ready Whiskey? Please do not let me fall off.” He took a deep breath as he shortened up Whiskey’s reins, and gave his sides a firm squeeze. Joel did not fall off, just as you had promised him he wouldn’t. This was an adrenaline rush that he had never felt before. The sound of Whiskey’s thundering hooves, the wind whipping in ears. He completely understood why you loved this so much, he felt like he was flying.

You had eased Ezra into a halt on the other side of the hill, rewarding him with a pat along his neck as you brought your hand over the brim of your helmet to shield your eyes from the sun. You watched with a the biggest fucking smile on your face as Whiskey galloped down the hill. From the look on your cowboys face, you could tell he was having a blast.

“Holy shit! That was amazing! Did ya see us darlin?!’” Joel had gently pulled Whiskey into a halt when they reached the other side of the hill. “I swear, I felt like I was fuckin’ flyin!’” He gently dropped the reins along Whiskey’s withers before he leaned down over the horn of the saddle, and gently wrapped his arms around the horse's neck, giving him all the pets and love.

Your heart melted at the sight before your eyes as you nodded excitedly. “Yes! You guys looked amazing! See? I told ya Whiskey wouldn’t let ya fall off!”

“Joel looked over at you with the biggest childlike grin you ever had the pleasure of seeing. “Can we do that again?”

“Absol-fucking-lutely” You nodded, gathering up Ezra’s reins once more.

After letting both horses stretch their legs out for a while longer, you and Joel had them cool down at a relaxing walk for the rest of the ride.

You returned to the stables shortly just as the sun was beginning to set along the horizon, casting beautiful pink and orange hues, splashed across the sky like a watercolor painting.

Once Ezra and Whiskey were untacked, brushed down, and turned out, Joel went to help turn out the rest of the crew with you for the evening. He found you outside of Javi P’s stall, softly speaking to him as he was dancing nervously in his stall, the whites of his eyes showing. Something had spooked him, but what, or who could it possibly be?

“Jav, hey. You’re okay. What’s the matter boy? Hey, shh..shh..”

The other horses seemed on edge as well by whatever had spooked Javi P. Joel’s natural protective instincts washed over him as he heard heavy footsteps approaching down the aisle.

You had turned towards the sound of footsteps, your face immediately fell when your eyes zoned in on your ex casually leaning against Frankie’s stall. Your blood boiled like a tea kettle on a hot stove. “Logan?” You asked in disbelief. What the fuck was he doing here? Who the fuck did he think he is? You got the restraining order for a reason. How dare he show up here. How dare he.

Joel had found his way over to you, giving Javi P a reassuring nod that he was no threat as he gently grasped the back of your arm, standing close enough that you could feel his breath tickling against your skin. His thumb was rubbing soothing circles along your forearm. Javi P’s ears flattened back against his head, but not at your Joel. He knew he wasn’t a threat, but the man just across the way was the real recognized threat.

The shit excuse for a man looked over in your direction, raising an eyebrow at the other man who was standing close to you. “Hey, baby. You miss me?” He drawled, an unfriendly smirk plastered on his ugly face.

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[buckyscombatboots]

I Wanna Be Yours❦

Part 1: Snap out of it

Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

One stop off of heaven masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, reader is the side piece, hurt, brief mentions of childhood friend!Bucky, no happy ending (sort of), reader is used, no aftercare, all hurt no comfort, p in v, rough sex, hate sex, doggy style, hair pulling, slapping, biting, allusions to reader being infertile (can be ignored :))

Nicknames: My girl, whore, slut, Sweetheart, buttercup

WC: 4K

The Happier version: My Girl -Coming soon

A/N: This is the angstier version of the fic ‘My Girl’ and is the actually original version of the fic and more truly embodies what I was feeling when writing them both.

A/N: Ive been gone for a really long time (like almost 3 months) and I’m really sorry I’ve been extremely busy, because as a lot of you know I’m doing a PhD right now. Anyway, this is part of a series that I’ll hopefully finish when I’m not so busy. I also have a few requests to finish. Love y’all 💕

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

You both laid in the middle of the hotel bed, your head nuzzled into Bucky’s chest as you held him tight, taking in the smell of him like it was the last time you’d ever be able to. Your mind burned as you broke down every note of his scent; Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted it like a recipe in your head, begging yourself not to forget it. Just in case you ever had to recreate it when he was gone, it was inevitable after all—It was reality, this world you had both created in this room was no longer tangible. Someone was going to find out, or they had already—and to make him keep risking it, running around with you at night. It couldn’t continue, the thought of it ending made your throat tighten and a smell similar to pva glue fill your nose. It burnt as you blinked the tears back. Even as you squeezed him tighter, closer, it felt like he drifted further and further away; you could just feel it. He was distancing himself from you mentally and now physically, to make it more bearable for you both; so that he could lessen the pain, but little did he know the more he moved away the more it hurt, the more your heart shattered into tiny, little pieces that you’d inevitably be left alone to pick up. You wondered if you’d ever be able to repair your heart, or if it had shattered so much into such minuscule pieces that trying would be futile.

You had one final night with him and here you were, spending it cuddling him trying to suppress your tears. You didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes if you shattered, if you showed how much this little love affair truly meant to you. You loved putting up the tough, emotionless bitch act but you couldn’t. Not now. Not if it meant letting him go, never feeling his rough hands trace your every curve, never having him to kiss every scar, never being able to hear his deep, silky voice. You didn’t give a shit about the sex, no matter how mind blowing it was. You just wanted him to stay, you’d become celibate if it meant he’d stay. You’d do anything. But you weren’t “his girl” no matter how many times he whispered it to you softly or made you scream it as he fucked you. You just weren’t his. Not in the eyes of the law and not in the eyes of any of your guy’s friends. She was and you hated her for it, you hated the nice girl who brought you ‘Welcome home’ cookies, who comforted you when you were crying, despite not know you were mourning your chance with her husband, the sweet, beautiful, perfect girl that would one day give Bucky the sweet, beautiful, perfect family he’d always dreamed of. You hated that you hated her, it felt immoral, this all felt immoral. But she had what you wanted; him. She had him wrapped around her tiny, wicked…pretty, well manicured finger, it was wrong of you to force him into this—Bucky had always been weak to you and you used that against him. You made him cheat, but deep down you knew a part of him liked it. He was just like you after all, he was broken and a collector—but instead of things you both collected bits and pieces of others and saved them up inside you, it’s what made you both feel whole.

His arm that had been laying flat under your head shifted, he ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing slowly circles on your scalp, caressing the base of your skull with his warm palm. His touch was too much, you didn’t deserve it. That’s what broke you. The burning in your nose got too much; tears began to stream from your eyes like water from a broken faucet and the knot straining in your throat gave way to heavy sobs as you scrunched the material of his shirt in your fingers “What’s wrong sugar?” He asked indifferently, but you couldn’t answer. The embarrassment from letting your walls finally fall in front of him and the pity you had for yourself, that you detested, jammed your throat. You tried to open you mouth to speak, to tell him it was nothing or that you’d had an awful day at work, you’d always been quite sensitive, he knew that, so the excuse of being yelled at in front of everyone at work would probably work, but no matter how much you tried to summon the words you couldn’t speak. The frustration just made it worse, the warmth from your emotional outburst and his natural heat made it hard to breathe. You pushed away from him, finally distancing yourself. But the implications of your action just intensified your blubbering, you felt like a child as you collapsed in front of him.

Bucky pulled you closer even as you tried to fight him off. You kept your face hidden behind your hair, but he started to peel it away from your damp cheeks. “There we go I can see you now.” He let out a halfhearted nervous laugh, smiling. His smile. Your chest tightened painfully, even through your drowned vision, the full intensity of his welcoming smile hit you like a pile of bricks. “What’s wrong, sugar pea? You can tell me, it’s just us.”

“I can’t- can’t tell you”

“Why not? We’ve know each other since we were kids, you can tell me anything.”

“You’re gonna- you’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I’ve seen do a bunch of things and I’ve never once hated you.”

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted, your hands scrambled to your mouth covering it in fear of more words spilling out unchecked. The room fell silent and you heard Bucky’s breathing stop short. You’d ruined everything. Your whole chest ached as your heart beat ramped up, slamming against your rib cage, your ears ringing as the precious Eden you’d created with him began to crumble and rot. Neither of you said a word for what felt like forever, then he slowly pushed you away from him and he rose from the bed slipping on his shoes. “Wait, no don’t leave please.”

“You just had to go ruin it didn’t you? It’s like your specialty.” He turned to you sweeping his hand through the air as he spoke “ Y/N professional ruiner.” He scoffed as he returned to tying his laces “I mean God! You had one job! And it was to lay there and not talk, but you just had to open your mouth.” Every single poisonous word that fell from his tongue knived you.

You held onto his back trying to pull him back into bed “No please, please don’t leave me!” You cried, hardening your grip as he tried to stand.

“You’re so pathetically lonely, you always have been.” Bucky pushed you into the bed, holding your hands above your head as he glared down at you “You’re just like a dog you know that? A creature that can’t survive without its master. That’s what you’ve made me isn’t it? Your master. Well I can’t be anymore, the little doggy needs to realise that she can’t keep forcing people to be in her life, dragging people into her misery!” As he berated you you sobbed, trying to turn away from his scrutinising, to cover your ears. He was right, you were dragging him down into your misery. You were pathetic. You were harming him and his life by existing. “You know what? How about, as a parting gift, we do it one final time? Give the bitch what she wants? Would that make you happy? Would it finally fill that gaping hole inside of you?”

You nodded tearfully, gnawing down on your bottom lip to stop sobbing. It didn’t stop anything. In fact it just made the helpless feeling inside you fester.

He began tearing your clothes off, tugging at your shirt harshly making it catch your ear as he yanked. You resisted the urge to yelp, you didn’t want to anger him further. He tossed it carelessly and gave you a light slap on your cheek before squeezing your face in the palm of his hand. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He let out a dark chuckle as he scrunched your face “You are pathetic aren’t you? I can’t believe it took me this long to realise just how pathetic you truly are. You can take off your skirt can’t you?” You whine out a yes and start to undo your skirt, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky undressing above you. You watch the muscle under his slightly tanned skin stretching and tensing as he removes his clothes. Once he was nude he looked down at you expectantly, catching your wander gaze with a stern scowl “Why are you still wearing clothes? I just told you to take your skirt off. Do it.” You scrambled to unzip your skirt, fiddling with the zipper. Bucky tutted, grabbing the sides of the fabric and tearing it apart “Simple.”

More tears filled your eyes as he yanked off your panties. You closed your eyes and thought back to the other times you were together in different hotels, how gentle he was as he stroked the soft flesh of your thigh and nibbled at your skin, whispering promises and praise as he approached your core. He’d stretch and tease you till you begged him for more and even then he’d be so very careful as he entered, pressing his skin against yours as much as possible just to feel even closer to you.

A searing pain shot through your scalp, making your eye shoot open, as he pulled your hair wrapped around his strong vibranium fingers “Face down, ass in the air.”

“Aren’t you going to prep me first?” You asked sheepishly, your voice not going above a whisper.

“Why the fuck- No. Just do what I told you to do. I’m hard, I want to fuck you.” He scoffed, clearly tired with your constant hesitations and questions.

Hesitantly you sat up and presented yourself to him, hoovering your face above the pillows. He pushed your head down, your heart jumped, fear blooming in your chest; for a brief moment you thought he was going to suffocate you, the reminisce of his smell on the pillows filling your lungs. He released your head, you lifted your face from the pillow slightly “Stay down.” He ordered sternly, sounding bored as his dripping tip pressed against your entrance. You did as he said, lowering your cheek back down on the cheap fabric of the pillow case; you began fiddling with the cream coloured fitted sheet, rubbing the fabric between the tips of you fingers. Waiting. Then you felt him push into you, a searing, stretching pain tingling through every fibre of your being as his thick shaft parted your walls. You weren’t as wet as usual, you weren’t as ready as usual, you were afraid of him in this moment. More afraid than you’d ever been in your life. “Fucking tight. God no wonder I keep coming back to you, it’s this pussy. It’s like silk.” He sheathed fully inside of you, ramming his weeping tip against your cervix.

“Ow! Buck, slow. P-please.” You requested timidly, stuttering out the last part fearfully, feeling a sense of uneasiness churn your insides.

He guffawed in response, leaning his head down to rest against your arched spine. Warm puffs of air made your hairs stand on end as he laughed at your request. Finally he rose back up, swiping a tear from the corner of his eye “Last time I checked whores don’t have much of a say in how their clients fuck them. Lay there and look pretty, moan for me, scream for me, but for fucksake whatever you do just don’t talk. You’re driving me crazy.” He pulled out in one Swift motion before slamming himself back inside, relishing in the cry that left your lips “I’m gonna use your little slut hole and you’re gonna thank me for it aren't you?” His voice deepened as he asked, changing his pace from long and brutal to shallow and fast. When you didn’t answer he slapped your ass harshly and clawed at your back leaving painful, searing red streaks “I said. You’re going to thank me, aren’t you.”

You choked on your tears as you answered, managing to croak out a very quiet “yes, Bucky.” Before burying your face back into the pillow in embarrassment from the sound of how ruined your own voice sounded. You took a deep breath in, taking in the lingering scent of Bucky’s cologne. Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted the list of fragrances, hoping it would carry you away to a better time. But the sound of his grunting, the sound of his skin colliding with yours and the painful, heavy sadness weighing on your head was too much for you to think back to the past. You were trapped here, under him as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

You felt his once loving cool, metal hand snake around your throat squeezing tightly, you began to choke spit flying from your mouth onto the already tear dampened white pillows “The one good thing about you is you feel so much better than her and you let me do whatever I want to you. You let me choke you.” Bucky gave your throat two strong squeezes before removing his hand to allow you to breathe “she- ah squeezing again? God I’m gonna miss this tight cunt. She’s so vanilla, only missionary, no blowjobs and I practically have to beg her to let me eat her out. But you, you’re a little whore, you'll do anything as long as I pump you full of my cock.” As he finished talking Bucky slammed his hips into your ass, watching it jiggle at the force. He craned his neck down and bit the supple flesh, grinding his teeth and licking the mark before returning to his thrusts, slapping your ass just to hear you yelp. You squeezed him even tighter every time he slapped your ass and with each moan and cry your voice sounded more and more ruined, you hated that even when he was treating you like dirt your body responded to him and he could draw this much pleasure from you.

The gradual heat that had been rising within you was becoming unbearable and the moans you have been trying to silence we’re now impossible to silence “That’s it. Scream for me.” A deep, guttural moan escaped from his open mouth, his hand on your hip growing stronger, to the point that you could feel bruises sprouting “Fuck. So close. So goddamn close, I need you to milk me with you tight hole.” Bucky’s metal hand moved away from you head and slipped underneath you, gathering your slick and fiddling with your clit with his thumb.

“Ahh! So good! So good, Buck!” His hand that was holding your hips buried itself in your hair before he yanked it at. You screamed in response to the burning in your scalp

“I said no talking you fucking whore!” You sniffled in response, feeling your release draw nearer. You pushed back against him choking out a moan as you came on his cock, your walls pulsing and squeezing around his twitching length. Bucky rammed into you a few more time with uncoordinated thrust, believing out a loud “Fuck!” As he painted your walls white. A whimper crawled from your throat as he pulled out; you could feel his seed leaking out of you. Bucky flopped down on the bed next to you pulling a few tissues from the bedside table to clean himself. An awkward silence permeated through the room. Not once after having sex with Bucky did you feel dirty, but today you did. You felt an indescribable urge to get home and scrub yourself till your skin bleed to even hope to remove the icky, gross feeling spread across your skin.

Slowly you lifted your head from the pillow and carefully laid down on your back, wincing as you reddened bottom came in contact with the quilt. You laid there staring at ceiling, tears making your vision swim. Bucky’s rough hand entwined with yours; he squeezed your hand twice and swiped the pad of his thumb across your knuckles tenderly “She’s pregnant. I thought I should tell you. She's gonna give me that family I’d always dreamed of.” The words that were crawling up your throat died, you died. Your body went rigid at the word, pregnant. Of course she was pregnant. The word made you sick, it made you jealous, it made you a crucible of contempt boiling over a bunsen flame—you were going to explode. “We'll, aren't you going to say anything? I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I thought you’d at least be happy for me.”

“Congratulations.” The voice that came out didn’t sound like you, It sounded robotic, metallic and forced. But that was all you could manage, if you said anymore you might snap and strangle him or go kill her. You hated yourself for hating her. But it didn’t make the nagging belief in the back of your mind that it should have been you. That it was destined to be you. He was yours, you were his. It was meant to be you at the altar, meant to be you telling funny stories at your wedding about how you were childhood friends that went to high school and college together, who both had brewing feelings that you both kept suppressed and when you finally both got the courage to confess you had to move for work, but destiny made it so you would both reunite and jump at the chance to confess. It was meant to be you.

“Thanks.” His tone was bitter “ I can stay a bit longer, but I’ll have to leave soon. She’s waiting for me after all.” He cuddled you close, stroking your hair, probably imagining you were her. Had he imagined you were her this whole time? Was it that painful for him to fuck you?

The amount of thoughts racing in your head made you want to step outside into the chilly night air to cool down, but now was your final chance to be with him and you weren’t going to waste it. You ran you hands across the corded muscle of his back, drawing soothing circles just like he used to do for you when you couldn’t sleep. When sleep made your eyelids heavy you barely put up a fight, you welcomed sleep with open arms, you wanted to be freed from the bleak, harsh reality and enter into a dream world where she was you. Yeah that sounded good.

“Bucky?” You called groggily. There was no reply. You crawled over to his side of the bed, it was still warm, and peered over the edge. His shoes were gone and so were his clothes. You laid back on the bed, your eyes catching sight of a torn bit of paper. You grabbed the paper and unfolded it, your hands trembling as you read it ‘I don’t want to see you anymore, please don’t bother my family. - James’ You read the words over and over praying they would change into another message, but it didn’t work. It only made the pang in your chest throb. You scrunched it in your hand as you curled up into a ball trying to disappear as you soaked up the shadow of his body heat, the memories of him that were lingering in that shadow—high school when he sat with you behind the bleachers in the rain and gave you his varsity jacket to warm you up “I’m your portable heater at this point.” He jested, letting out his signature low husky laugh that made you melt, college when he held you from behind as you cried into your pillow about your college senior boyfriend who dumped you, because he was graduating; you could still feel the phantom of Bucky’s warmth whenever you were sad thanks to that day. The day he stroked your hair and whispered into your ear that “He didn’t deserve you.” And that he’d “never make you feel like this.” Well he had so many times, he was right now. But it hurt even more now, it was over for good. You’d lost him, you were too many years too late and now you were just clutching to fleeting memories, but God if the feelings didn’t sting every time you thought about him. It was hard not to, he’d dominated every significant moment of your life. But now you were barred from his perfect little family.

Slowly you unscrunched yourself from the ball you’d folded yourself into, spreading your body out like a starfish drying out on the beach. Your throat was scratchy from crying and your eyes were heavy and swollen. Everything hurt, but simultaneously you were so numb.

You thought of showering, you thought of searching through your bag for some pain meds, you thought of driving your car off the bridge back to the city. You thought a lot, as you laid there staring at the yellowed patches on the popcorn ceiling from water damage.

You thought so much and so hard that you didn’t even notice you’d started crying, again, you were drowning in your emotions. You were huddled in a lifeboat slowly filling with water, with no sight of land. You were waiting for him to save you, but he wasn’t coming back “I wanna be yours. Just wanna be…”

A disembodied voice continued “Yours. Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought.” The sweet sound of the man’s singing stops “I thought we were gonna sing together, sweetheart.” There was a soft knocking on the wall next to your head “No more crying okay? Guy was a dick anyway.”

“Who are you?” You questioned, sitting up and pressing your ear against the paper thin wall

“A person who’s also been left out to dry, a person who also needs someone to stop me from drowning. If you want some comfort I can come over; we can just lay here, Y/N.” The way he said your name brought back so many memories, you knew who he was

“Ari?” You asked hesitantly, the man who Bucky said didn’t deserve you all the way back in college was on the other side of the wall. He’d listened to everything. You wanted to evaporate.

The door knob of your room jiggled and then the door creaked open. In the doorway was Ari, droplets of rain trickling down his skin. He dipped his head down so he didn’t hit it as he entered your room, his brown hair was a bit longer than it was in college, his beard a bit fuller, he was much more muscular and his chest was more hairy; but for the most part he was the same, he even still had the same crotchety, yet solemn look on his face “Hiya, Sunshine.” His voice was low and soothing, as if you were the finest China that he was worried about shattering. He closed the door gently and walked over to the side of the bed, crouching down to try to make his bearish figure smaller and less daunting “Long time no see. didn’t think the next time I’d see you would be in a shoddy motel, but life is nothing if not unpredictable, right?”

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[starified-lizzy]

I figured I should redo my intro to my blog-

ELLO >:DDDD

(Edit/Update:) First of all, because my friend and I just had to deal with an art tracer;

YOU CANNOT TRACE, REPOST, CLAIM MY ART AS YOUR OWN OR *WHATEVER*. MY ART IS *MY ART*. MAKE YOUR OWN. ITS NOT THAT HARD AND EVERYONE STARTS SOMEWHERE.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated tho :3

Also- if you wish to use my art as a profile picture, you MUST give me credit as the first thing in your Bio/About me.

(Back to the original post)

Name’s Lizzy! Or Star! I really don’t give a fuck which you use!

Here’s my pronouns card! https://en.pronouns.page/@starified_lizzy

I draw shit for FANDOMS

I write shit for FANDOMS

I got OCS whom I LOVE and ADORE.

“Can I draw fanart of your fics?” My sibling in Christ, we are married. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your fanart(like DTIYS)?” My sibling in Christ. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your OCs?” CHRIST. /pos

RAHHHHHH (it’s really fucking early I shouldn’t be doing this now ;-;)

Here’s a list of my socials, it is very limited because I hate the “standard” socials like Twitter and Insta and stuff like that. So it’s more like- fanfic sites, and any other blogs I own for you guys to check out >.>

My AO3

My Art Fight

My YouTube

My TikTok (basically dead at this point, I only ever like/favorite things on it, but I might start up again with my FNF au instead)

My Pinterest

My Spotify because sure

My FNF au blog

My demonpocalypse blog ([possibly] forever retired due to a severe issue in the community it was for)

Blog for food/recipes I want to try because MMMMMMMMMMM FOOOOD

Wow that’s actually not limited like I thought- hot damn I need to touch some grass.

HERES A LIST OF FANDOMS IM EITHER CURRENTLY IN, OR HAVE RETIRED FROM (Also CCs):

Retired-

DSMP (and MCYT as a whole for the most part), dude our community is in *shambles*. I’m so glad I left when I did, but at the same time O W.

ATLA. Technically I’m still in this fandom, but I only really get back into it/brainrot about it if I get a reminder, otherwise I kinda forget about it

FNAF. Same with ATLA, still technically in it, but I gotta be reminded it exists sometimes.

BATIM. Ditto

Wings of Fire. Ditto

Undertale. Ditto. Lizzy, my main persona, was actually an OC created from Undertale, who just ended up becoming her own person, and then ended up being associated with mine and my friend’s Minecraft au instead.

Onto CCs I no longer watch:

Any of the DSMP ppl, with very few exceptions

Jacksepticeye. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch a video of his if it pops up and spikes my interest, but I don’t actively seek his content out anymore.

Any of the old Minecrafters. Like DanTDM, Stampy, Tiny Turtle & Little Lizard. Hell, I don’t even think any of the ones I listed even do YT at all anymore. I’ll still watch their old videos tho.

Current-

FNF. I really could give less of a fuck if y’all think it’s “bad” or “for kids (it’s not, I promise you)”. The music slaps, and quite a few mods are really well made, so eat my ass.

Day of Dragons. The dragons are cool. I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool fucking dragons.

The Isle. Once again, I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool ass dinosaurs because you can customize your own skins and they just look and sound cool (Dilo, Herarra, and Ptera are my faves)

Lethal Company. Do it for the Company.

RainWorld. Scugs and Scups. Need I say more?

Hollow Knight. Sorta falling out of this one, but until I beat the entire game (P5) I am not finished.

Minecraft. Technically in “the fandom”, but not really attached to a specific YTer or anything like that anymore. I just like the game.

CCs I still watch:

Astral Spiff. Sprog is a good gamer.

Smii7y and his friends like Grizzy, Droid, Puffer, Blarg, etc.

Jack Manifold. I only watch his You Laugh You Loose and Ghost Sighting Compilation videos. I don’t even know if he still does Minecraft anymore.

8-BitRyan. While he doesn’t swear in his videos, it’s kinda a breath of fresh air. Plus his edits are quite funny.

Markiplier. Yes. Just… yes…

IGP. His content is just interesting. The way he freaks out over shit is funny as hell. Does he do content with IcyCaress anymore? Their banter was funny, but idk if something happened, cuz I just don’t see much stuff with Icy in it anymore.

As of right now, that’s all I can think of. It’s nice to meet you!

[hey-haven]

So since the topic has been brought up thought I’d throw my two cents and approach this as a character designer since some of y’all clearly don’t give a shit about the importance of body representation. Cause we can open that can of worms. We can talk about how our current society had reached a point where people are literally killing themselves to reach impossible standards. We can talk about how characters like Tim being drawn as thin only makes you an active participant in that issue, but you guys obviously don’t care so let’s approach this differently.

If you take a character like Tim Wright, who’s had like an average body type during the production of Marble Hornets (cause looking back he’s not even that big. His body type is literally just average) and redraw him as some skinny, conventually attractive guy, you’re just a shit character artist.

And the problem isn’t accuracy. It isn’t telling someone to draw this character a specific way. My version of Tim is literally not even white and he’s a fucking plant witch. Clearly I don’t give a single fuck about making him one to one with the actor. The problem here is that in a fandom where almost all of the characters are drawn the exact same way, you would rather fit this character in that same exact mold instead of building off of what is already there.

Like babes, that’s fucking boring. You’re fucking boring. Actually try something different. The recipe is right there, but you made another loaf of bread. You’re just a bad artist. Doesn’t matter how good your technical skills are, your style is boring.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Double Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter Cookies

Made a double-batch, enough to give neighbors a dozen each and have a pile left for us, and for kiddo & mom.

I kinda winged it on the recipe, which I think I’ve posted a variation of somewhere this past year or two  Secret is in the right combo of different fats, sugars and the VANILLA EXTRACT, and using the correct amount of baking soda for the end product I wanted, which this time was softly chewy, spread out evenly, with a mouthful of chocolate chips in every bite.

I will have to sit and think now how much of what I put in this batch, but I think I hit the soft-chewy spot I was aimin’ for.

Even my “baker’s son” roommate says they’re addictive. 

So here is how I made ‘em:

Oven @ 375º

In your stand mixer bowl, toss, softened to room temp, the following: 3/4 cup salted butter 3/4 cup worth of a regular Crisco Baking Stick 2 cups brown sugar 2 cups granulated sugar 4 teaspoons Baking Soda 3 teaspoons high-quality organic Vanilla Extract. Don’t scrimp; get the best you can. 1 teaspoon kosher salt

4 eggs

Put your paddle attachment on and let all that get nice and creamed-together.

Now leave the mixer running, and add 4 eggs, 1 at a time, allowing about 20 seconds between.  

Once it has started to look like it has incorporated the eggs, dump in 1 1/2 cups Laura Scudder’s Chunky stir-up peanut butter, into which you’ve stirred an extra half teaspoon or so of kosher salt.  

Once the peanut butter has been incorporated, now it’s simply down to adding (a cup at a time while the mixer runs) just enough flour to make a good, stout dough.  With these proportions, I’d say between 4 and 5 cups, maybe.  It depends on your individual ingredients as to whether or not you’ll need more or less flour.   Don’t use too much!

Now that you’ve got a righteous cookie dough in that mixer, dump in one whole bag of MILK Chocolate Chips, and one whole bag of WHITE chocolate (I know, I know…stfu) Chips.  It’s this combo that delivers this insane signal to your brain’s foodgasm center.

I thought about it, and that’s due to using really good vanilla, and also the “white chocolate” chips helped give an added vanilla-ish twist. If you wanna go dark, go dark…that’s up to you, but the combo of the milk/white hits the right buttons hard.

Now, here comes the hard part:  once you’ve got the chips incorporated (and it will look ridiculous so goddamn many chips), cover it with plastic, seal it from the fridge smells, and LEAVE IT IN THE FRIDGE OVER FUCKING NIGHT.

Yes.  Now, the next day when you��re ready to do a bake-a-thon relay with your two prized half-sheet pans, you’ll be whipping out probably between 6 and 7 dozen of these puppies, a dozen per tray.  One pan out, the other in.  And use This One Cool Trick:  Once you take the baked cookies off the sheet pan, wipe the pan down to get any sugar left on it, and toss it in your freezer for 5 minutes.  Take it out and get your balls made/tossed and crisscrossed.

SO:  Oven at Tree Fiddy.

Form that dough into about 1 to 1 1/2 inch balls, and toss ‘em in a wide, flat, bowl of granulated sugar until they are thoroughly coated with sugar.  Place three wide x four long, a dozen at a time, on your pan, and criss-cross ‘em with a fork, for old time’s sake.

Now, bake for EXACTLY TWELVE MINUTES.  

You will make the next pan up while this one bakes.  

Let the baked cookies sit in the sheet pan for about four minutes, and they should deflate and become their soft and chewy, lumpy selves. Grab your thinnest spatula to get the cookies from sheet pan to the wire cooling racks.  

These should be flattened nicely, and chewy…like the picture!

Y’all enjoy!

ptsd

[tboybot]

tomorrow I’m intruding my no/low alcohol cocktails that I’ve been working p hard on to the investors of the bar and their friends. being neurodivergent, having a chronic injury in my dominant arm and designing a cocktail menu has been both harder and easier than I anticipated. right now I’m at a point where since I want to make it as accessible for myself as a worker as possible, and mixing these cocktails so they can be consumed as a concentrated flavor shot or a normal sized cocktail with a club soda chaser, so folks can adjust how punchy the taste is. like a beer and a shot combo, but for ppl who aren’t consuming alcohol.

Honestly, I have gotten so disillusioned with cocktailing culture and realized it’s just not ever been my thing when the demands are traditional and by the book. I’ve made stronger recipes running back alley garage bars and taking it easy, and the lack of pressure made it so I could rly thrive at hospitality. so now here I am, opening a nerd centric bar for low culture cocktails that has a built in crowd from the game store we’re partnered with. I have been thinking rly hard about if it’s more important to me to make cocktails that would earn the respect of my industry peers, or just go fully with the flow of my disability and make something that caters to it fully. y’all, I can’t stir a cocktail spoon anymore in a way that doesn’t look atrocious to the most mid level cocktailer. I have shit use of my dominant arm. but I love this industry for so many reasons, it is my world, I have so many people behind me, and fuck it, so I’ll make batched cocktails that I can serve in a way that doesn’t agitate pain.

SO MENUS! again, making it so flavor intensity can be adjusted, but also trying to play with a lot of flavors for both folks who need something more predictable and familiar, or patrons who want something that is a more stimulating sensory experience. I like ingredients that can manifest things physically, like mala spice giving a tongue numbing sensation or tahini being all buttery. I also sometimes just want a lil lemonade guy.

This ended up being a lot longer than i intended. oh wow. All I was gonna do was toss around a couple of the drink ideas oops

[lordkingsmith]

Ah-I have been tagged twice it seems. I’ll do two, then lol.

For Augment’s tag I’ll do Waylon “Hutch” Hutcher from the follow up to an odd dream and something I am hesitantly planning on working on. For skyland’s I’ll do Alphie Oliver, as Skye loved Alphie’s first version Ethan and I think it’d be fun 😁😁

Waylon “Hutch” Hutcher:

Would y’all stop accusing me of wanting to civilize him? I’m an electrician not a Christian

Ma’am the only gods to worry about are the opinions of the dead or disappeared

I understand pyromania is a mental illness. I understand I should not enable my brother’s mania. However, counterpoint; it’s funny when the Autumn King’s afraid of him-and I get to toast marshmallows

Jiminy Christmas Toast why am I the one having to fight the prince?

…you know…your dad using the name you secretly gave yourself is one hell of a way to find out I talk in my sleep. And I am sorry about it.

Every time I go to that manor all I wanna do is fit it with electricity. I realize that’s not the point going but maybe once this is done I’ll do it to the abandoned version in the human world

I’m not petty I’m pragmatic. Luckily for me sometimes they cross over

It’s funny. Read Watership Down as a kid and became afraid of rabbits. Now come to find out I am a rabbit. If one of us gains the ability to prophesi just do me a favor and shoot me. It’s better than the alternatives

Listen I’ve learned a lot about myself in that haunted murder forest and no I don’t want to examine any of it

-singing to himself- soup soup soup I love soup it’s so good, leek and potato and bacon soup give me soup-

I do not want to be swallowed by a bog! First it’s fine but then you realize you’re cold and wet and there’s crawly things in your ears. You can’t move, can’t breathe, and you learn the difference between peace and acceptance. Yes the prince had to fish me out of the bog. No I don’t want to talk about it

Ma hasn’t smiled since the day she had to identify dad in the morgue. If getting her long lost brother back makes her smile again fuck it. I’m going to do it.

…is it ethical to threaten your supernatural grandma with a gun? I’m asking for a friend

Prince, no offense, but all things considered no I don’t want to eat your rabbit jerky. I’m sure it’s fantastic but I feel you can see the conflict here.

My aunt sent my sister through two trees…I support women’s rights and wrongs yada yada, I’m glad every woman in my family is a badass powerhouse yada yada- now I need to check Maev didn’t break Maeve’s back-fuck me with a cactus this is confusing

Alphie Oliver

Alright team, let’s save Christmas!

…please don’t break into the high school to get Olympius’ son

Wow! I don’t care!

…this is what we call an inside thought. As in, keep that thought inside your head. Please never ever say that to me again

I have never looked at a recipe baking a cake and I’m honestly too set in my ways to start now

Chloe if I have to tell my dad and granddad I’m a power ranger and go against Zordon, you have to tell uncle Bulk and Aunt Kim first. Yea, yea I thought so.

I understand I’m now a blue and thus a problem solver. Hit thing very hard with hammer till it stops attacking is, in fact, solving a problem! It makes new problems but it is solving at least one!

I have so many questions. I’m not stupid enough to ask them, but I do have the questions

I don’t think the Grid cares who’s making power ranger teams. I think it just likes generating power rangers to watch them smash-wait-no not like that-

I don’t want to play truth or dare with anyone I know. It always become a callout. ‘Alphie have you slept’ ‘Alphie I dare you to sleep’ ‘Alphie did you eat anything today. Alphie I dare you to eat anything other than a boba tea’ I hate playing that game.

I was babysat by an overachieving vampire while my parents got divorced. I am astonishingly good with bizarre situations. Plus, I’m being babysat by the same overachieving vampire. I promise, I’m actually fine.

Living on the moon sucks but Rito’s chill

I want to go home. I just don’t want to face the disappointment

I’m about ready to ask Phineas how his parents got together. It’ll give me a headache but I’ll try anything to get Milo to realize I like him

Huh. I wish I didn’t know that still but alright. Cool.

And I tag: @uccelletto-di-kokuyo @wreyeder-wreyedine @the-fab-fox @watermeezer @shepardsherd and anyone who wants to

OC in 15 (or less)

I was tagged by @ajgrey9647 to play this game. Thanks for the tag!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Ahhhhhh-hah-hah-haaaaah.... This is a trick, because I don't really have a solid configuration of an actual original character. BUT, I decided to play because, incidentally, it works for Alternate Universe versions of characters I'm working on in fandom. So for this go around, I think I'll play up the version of Adam Park in the 'all our injuries rhyme' series I'm working on. Because he is NOT like the Adam Park of the Prime Universe and a bit more of the simple sentry in the Coinless Universe as we know it. This Adam has a bond with this AU's version of Skull that never would happen anywhere else. Second Green Adam Park:

"If I love you, I cook. Simple as that."

Looking directly at Trini, her terrified in the face of his solemn wrath, "Are you satisfied now?"

"I've gotten to the point that I could probably ride or deepthroat a baseball bat with no ill effect, yeah."

With soft eyes as Rocky and Aisha suddenly look ashamed of themselves, "My wife, child, and the whole of my family are dead. They know everything now."

"Exactly one person ever asked to leave 8th Division to be granted a promotion to Captain," a curl of the lip, amused without pleasure, "Because he thinks of this as a Career."

To Jason, not so coinless anymore, "I no more delight in wearing Green than you do in wearing White; but at least White didn't need purification through blood, just words. Bit of a theme with this little fucker."

With nostalgia, staring off into rain falling down at the top of the Command Center, "Leftover bread pancakes. Those and a loaf of oatmeal honey bread and a baked apple," inhales a drag of the blunt he nicked, "First time I actually wanted to suck a cock in a decade."

"And that is what forgiveness sounds like."

With deep, deep, deep sarcasm, complete with the hand signs, "Naaaaaaaaaaaaamaste."

"I'm okay on the floor."

And I think I will gently tag: @lordkingsmith @skyland2703 @koragg1 @estel-eruantien and wrapping right back around to @ajgrey9647 (I cheated, you can too. You can choose an OC or a favored character.)

[sin-sidejob]

Hi! If you don't mind taking requests, could you write headcanons for Brett Hand with a shy s/o that has crochet as their love language? Lol himbo lives in my head rent free and I'm always like "Hey I heard you offhandedly mention this is your favorite color, have a scarf I made"

No worries if you don't want to, thanks!

Brett Hand x GN!Reader:

Tethered

Warnings: SFW, GENDER NEUTRAL, canon aligned depictions and material, BRETTS SIX PACK MAKES AN APPEARANCE, brett cries but it’s happy, food mention once, about coffee that Brett’s pouring no actual consuming of food or drink

Contents: SO PAINFULLY SWEET YOURE GONNA NEED TO BOOK A DENTIST APPOINTMENT, istg it’s so cute and y’all two are fools, brett needs love and cries when he gets it

Author note: this is so precious as a concept and thank you for submitting this request I literally fell in love with the idea when I first read this ask. Muah — all the kisses for you

Brett had always been accustomed to giving more love than recieving it. From his siblings, his parents, childhood friends and fraternity brothers. Even coworkers. But working with Cognito Incorporated opened his heart a bit with how he got to receive love, true affection back.

The one who cracked that well-guarded heart was you.

He was not immediately enamored by you. Not so say he didn’t find you incredibly awesome and cool, someone he immediately befriended and got along with. Brett just hadn’t fallen in love with you immediately.

That’s not to say it didn’t take long for him to actually develop feelings, strong ones, that had him pining after you wistfully in a manner that irritated the fuck out of each and every member of the gang. Andre was this close to just throwing a bunch of illicit drug recipes together in attempts to create a love potion or something adjacent.

He was this close to being nothing but a literally lovesick puppy, trailing and tripping over your feet and eager to get any meagre amount of attention and affection from you. Brett would literally lie his head on your knee or lap while you worked at your desk if he could, and just beam up at you.

He’s sick in the head. The good kind. Lovesick.

Throughout all of this, he thinks you’re just oblivious to him or don’t really know him. Think of him as a stranger. The truth is quite the opposite, with you being incredibly interested and intrigued by the man. Finding him charming and sweet, complete package looks and personality wise. No one’s got a bad word to say about him.

That and he’s the type to lend you an umbrella when it’s pouring when he’s only got the one between the two of you. That’s because he did.

You had stayed late working on a report for your department that got lost in the shuffle and needed to be expedited, forgetting the time and hurrying out only to find the parking lot in a down pour. While mentally bracing to make a run for it, you catch Brett Hand extending his umbrella and offering it.

“You can have it! My car’s closer than yours is, makes sense that way.”

And you’re about to offer just sharing it and walking together but the man carries on, rambling about how you can even keep it if you want and he flushes before dashing out, drenching himself in a mad dash for his car truly not parked to far away. Sadly, rain still dealt harshly on his button down.

Luckily for you, you got a glimpse of his shirt when drenched, understanding the appeal of wet t-shirt contests immensely now that you fell into a stupor just looking at his chest.

He tucks into his car, seating himself in the drivers seat and buckling before taking a second to check his mirrors — he’s that great of a driver? Where did he come from, an L.L. Bean catalogue?— and starts the radio before turning back to glance at you, sitting underneath the lip of the building entrance and shrouded from the rain. He waves.

You wave back.

Brett doesn’t pull out of the parking lot and he gets confused looking at you standing there before you realize with one of those “oh shit I’m being stupid” moments that you need to go to your own car, go on home, and he’s waiting to make sure you get out okay. As you unfold the umbrella and lift it overhead and step out into the rain, you make a note of visiting the cloning department to ask about Brett and whether he’s real or not.

You lose yourself in thought but make it to your car, stepping into the drivers seat in a mirrored motion similar to Brett and do your routine, turning the car on and checking the mirrors and backseat, turning the radio on then pulling up navigation. And as you tuck the closed umbrella against the shotgun seat, you glance back and see Brett scrolling through his phone and glance up to catch your eye and he smiles, waves again cheerily.

Good lord he’s not real. Did Hallmark start back up their cloning company again? It’s not Christmas yet.

You put the car in drive, passing his in the parking lot as you pull out to the main road leading to the highway for your route home. You try not to think of him when you sing along to the radio when the lyrics of love songs catch your throat.

—

Brett sees you alone the next week, not catching an eyeful of you between the rainy day and now. He can’t take his eyes off you and he nearly overflows the coffee cup in his hand in the communal kitchen.

You look so lovely and he’s trying to figure out what you have done with your hair and then the next he knows you are already on your way and walking up to him.

“Hi Brett.”

“Hi!”

He’d shoot himself in the foot if he could.

You look amused at how his tone lifted in pitch when he saw you, bright smile unwavering and shift on your feet. “I wanted to thank you for the other day and wanted to make you something — and it’s completely fine if you don’t like it! I won’t be offended.” You’re lying through your teeth.

Brett flushes crimson, pretty pink on his tanned cheeks and tugs his lip between his teeth, smiling like a child and his eyes get wide with joy, thinking you at least have to like him somewhat to make him something.

“You didn’t have to do that! Going out of your way and everything, but I’m sure I’ll love it. I don’t know how there could be anything you could make that I wouldn’t love.”

While he’s berating himself for almost just confessing all his feelings, you’re trying to not let your heart unravel and pool at your feel like an upturned spool of twine.

You shift and remove your hands from behind your back, revealing a bundle of fabric in this lovely apricot shade. His favorite color — orange. It’s tied with a big bow, one of those wired ones from the craft store, something personal about it that has his tummy seizing and twirling at the same time. God he could cry.

He tunes back in, eyes glancing between the bundle of fabric in your palms and up to your lips that move, and he’s just entranced. Bewitched. Ensnared.

“- like to crochet sometimes, it’s fun and it keeps my hands busy and my mind empty. But I hope you like it, Gigi told me it was your favorite color and I wanted to repay you.”

“Can I hug you?”

“What?”

You quite nearly drop the scarf you made for him when you hear Brett speak and hold yourself back from screaming yes but just manage a nod and a somewhat timid smile, muttering a sure that makes both of your grins wider.

He smells like old spice and old fashioned cologne, like hand cream and coffee, feels like a dream and his arms wrap around you and you want to cling to them and beg him to never let go.

Instead you don’t, you hug him back, and say nothing about the tears that flick at the collar of your shirt’s neckline and how he tugs you so close. You just run a hand through his hair and hum, unworried about the scarf pressed between you and your worries for if you’d ever get to be close to him.

You already were, and with the strong arms wrapped around you, you felt tied and strung to him, utterly hooked. With his head on your shoulder and feeling his watery smile there against your pulse, you had no worries. No loose threads.

You just felt him.

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Late night comforts

pairing: Eddie munson x reader , Steve harrington x reader , Billy Hargrove x reader

Mentions: implied assault, comfort, fighting, angst w/ happy ending.

This is gonna be part of the home for wayward souls series

Let me know if y’all want more like this!!

“Okay boys” you say as you fix your earrings and do a once over in the mirror happy with the way you look in your tight skirt and leather jacket with a upcycled tshirt. “I’m gonna be back at like 10 and if I’m not I’ll call” you turn towards them smiling “don’t fight with each other while I’m gone I left a my hamburger recipe on the fridge, and ummm can one of you also fix the washer it’s rattling again” with that you ruffle each of there heads as you wave goodbye getting in your sleek black Cadillac “love y’all” and with that you peeled out of the driveway speeding off towards your date

10 o’clock came and went causing the boys to start worrying at the lack of call or sign that you’d be staying later. When they heard your Cadillac pull up they rushed out to greet and bombard you with questions on what took you so long and how worried they were, only to see you step out barefoot, mascara streaked down your cheeks, with a busted lip, a torn skirt and your leather jacket missing. They rushed to you quickly helping you into the house Billy making sure your car is shut off and locked as he followed them in.

“Sweetheart what happened” Eddie mumbled with worry as he pushed your hair back away from your face to assess the damage. Steve bit his lip as he came in with the first aid kit you always used on them helping you sit down on the couch taking your face into his hands gently to clean you up. “I-I-I” you began before you burst into tears “I thought he was nice we had a good date then he kept asking to go back to his place and he kept telling me the things he’d do to me-“ you continue looking at the three of them with wide frightened eyes. They had never seen you scared like this so something bad must’ve really happened “I told him no I was going home and well he didn’t like that…I put up a good fight though” you mumbled still trying to look strong after everything that happened.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him” Billy growls already grabbing his keys and pulling on his jacket “tell me where this motherfucker is honey” he looked down at your shaking form eyes softening when he realized he’d be no use to you in jail. “Let’s go get you a bath hm?” Steve whispers gently helping you up as you nod. Him and Eddie gently help you to the bathroom starting a warm bath for you. “We’ll be just outside” Eddie reassured petting your head gently “he can’t get you not on our watch” Billy said grabbing you some fresh towels from the closet. They left you to clean yourself up hearts breaking at the sound of your soft cries.

“What’re we gonna do” Steve questions arms crossed over his chest already in momma bear mode “I say we find the fucker and make him pay” Billy answers already imagining the satisfaction he’d get from beating the absolute shit out of the fucker who did this to you “I say we stay with her tonight make sure she’s okay, then we hatch a plan” eddie finishes looking at the other two men who nod in agreement.

When you came out in the fresh pajamas Eddie had grabbed you, you looked worn out and tired “I just wanna go to bed” you mumble pitifully shuffling to your room the three men following behind you. “In you go sweetheart” Eddie says as he helps you under the fresh blankets he grabbed “do you want us to stay with you” Steve questions petting your head as he kneels beside you to which you give him a small nod “alright honey we’ll stay, we’ll stay he can’t get you with us around just get some rest” Billy whispers reassuringly taking a seat in the armchair next to your bed keeping an eye out the window for any sign of the man that did this to you. “Get some rest” Eddie presses a soft kiss to your forehead like you did for them many of times after fights or bad dates. Steve sits on the edge of your bed rubbing your back in small circles as you drift into a fitful sleep surrounded by the three men in the world who would protect you to the very end.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Roll With It

Part Four of If You Can’t Take the Heat

 Barky’s | Masterlist | Shut the Fuck Up

Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)

Notes: Welcome back! I hope y’all are having a nice week!❣️

Warnings: Fluff, mostly; cursing. A lot of cursing.

Summary: You won’t pretend that making dinner for someone that cooks for a living has been a little intimidating—especially with how good the food he’d made had tasted. You just hope he’ll at least like what you make…Or pretend to, if he doesn’t.

Maybe you tried a little harder than you usually would. Maybe you wanna impress the guy, just a little. Maybe your pasta roller has been tucked in the back of your cabinet since you moved into your apartment—but it is out, and it is working, and your kitchen smells pretty fucking good, if you do say so yourself. 

You won’t pretend that making dinner for someone that cooks for a living has been a little intimidating—especially with how good the food he’d made had tasted. You just hope he’ll at least like what you make…Or pretend to, if he doesn’t.

-- 

“Got any notes?” 

“I’m not gonna give you notes.”

"But you've got 'em."

"...Yeah, I've got 'em," Carmy admits with a grudging smile. You can’t blame the guy—cooking is literally his bread and butter. You suppose it’s sweet of him to hold back—maybe him pulling his punches means he’s into you. He pokes into the bowl, spearing pieces of pasta, andouille, and some of the vegetables. “This is really fucking good, though.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Hell yeah,” Carmy nods. “This recipe yours?” 

“Something my grandma used to make a lot. The hardest part is making the pasta—once you have, it’s like plug and play with veggies and protein. It’s pretty malleable.” 

Carmy’s head lifts then, eyes a touch wider than they were just a moment ago. 

“You made the pasta, too?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Skills, damn,” Carmy comments, reaching into the bowl and picking out a piece. You watch, amused, as he squishes it slightly between his fingers, taking in the feel and texture before popping it into his mouth.

“I shouldn’t be so shocked,” He adds before sucking the buttery sauce from his fingers. You’re so stunned at the sight, taken with the way his lips wrap around his fingers, and the brief flash of pink tongue, that you nearly miss him saying, “You were really on your shit at Barky’s.” 

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll get to watch you at work next time.”

Carmy huffs a nervey little chuckle. “I don’t think either of us would like that too much.” 

“No?” 

“It can get crazy back there. If I had a nickel for every time I couldn’t find a fucking working sharpie.” 

“Oh my god, you’re telling me. I just bring in my own now, I don’t trust Mack to restock that stuff for shit.” 

“Mack your boss?” 

“Mhm.” 

“...He why that drink might be disappearing?” 

You smile ruefully, setting down your fork and taking up your wine glass. “I’ve shown him my ideas can work, but…I don’t know, he thinks bringing in a new crowd will completely obliterate the old guard, but there’s gotta be a way for the two to coexist.” 

“Dress up the beer menu, add some cocktails?” 

“Keep the beer menu for all I care. It works, the margins are good, people know what they’re coming in for. Throw in some cocktail specials like the other night—not all the time, maybe, like—A rotation? Add like…two or three healthier, low-cost things to the menu? Frankie made spicy buffalo cauliflower when our chef was out and they sold the whole fuckin’ batch. It doesn’t have to be hard, but Mack makes it seem like some Sisyphisian bullshit.” 

You meet Carmy’s eye again, and find him watching you curiously, a small smile on his lips. Your face goes hot with the full force of your attention, and the way that you’d ranted. 

“Or something,” You mutter. “I don’t know.” 

“No, you do know,” Carmy urges gently. “You’ve got good ideas—and you don’t have to back off of them with me.” 

You smile, reassured, with a mumble of, “Thanks.” 

“Shifting that shit can be hard—from a business standpoint, and for, you know, the people that still need to adjust. I get it.” 

“You do that? At your place?” 

“...Yeah.” Now Carmy lowers his head, pushes the pasta back and forth in his bowl. “Yeah, I switched the system. Took some getting used to, but things are running more smoothly now. It was closer to what I did in New York, you know, more…Regimented. Shifted to stations, adding matching aprons, alternated a few menu items. It didn’t click, like, immediately, but we got there. We’re getting there.” 

There’s something about the way Carmy talks about The Original—in this soft, tired tone with a fondness threaded through it. It makes you want to reach out to him—to take him by the shoulders and give them a squeeze, just to remind him that he’s still standing, and the business is still standing. 

“Those things take time,” You agree softly. Carmy’s gaze flickers to you, head bobbing in a nod before he drops his gaze back to the food. You slide a leg out under the table, brushing it against his as you look down at your own bowl. It’s just a second or so before Carmy’s knee gently knocks yours. You meet his eyes, and the two of you share a small, knowing, commiserative smile.

Tag list: @bobawithpomegranate​​​ ; @brandyllyn​​ ;  @artemiseamoon​​  ; @amneris21​​ ; @buckybarneshairpullingkink​​​ ; @backoff-imreading​​​ ; @quietpainter​​​ ; @milf-trinity​​​ ; @distinguishedfilipina​​​ ; @peoniarose​​​ ; @missredherring​​​ ; @estrela-rogers​​​ ; @silkiers​​ ; @sammiekay01​​​ ; @velmalav​​​ ; @themartiansdaughter​ ; @eddiemunson4ever​  ; @whoahoney​ ; @wittyno ; @winchestershiresauce

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side -- both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public -- he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading -- whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like...accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it...it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just...gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i--

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek...and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just...couldn’t hold it in...and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem -- he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong -- but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND BUNNY KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but...when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Settling In Devils Creek: Drunk On A Devils Hunger

Summary- 5.4k Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Reader. You survived your encounter with the Reverend, but just barely. Lee vows to keep you safe by any means necessary. But will the Reverend honor the werewolf's territory boundaries or is the cafe now a free for all?

Warnings- Smut, werewolf getting it on. This is an 18+ Only blog.

A/N- Written for @slothspaghettiwrites Sloth’s Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge. My prompts were lyrics from Bottom Of The River by Delta Rae. One of my favorites songs, so I’m thrilled I got to use that one. Thank you @verdandis-blog for giving this a read through. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist / Chased By The Pale Moonlight

Lee had arrested the reverend, right in the middle of his bible study which gave the Sheriff great pleasure. But he couldn't make the charges stick due to your wounds simply looking too animalistic. Lee had a doctor inspect them due to Reverend Preston's insistence of his innocence. Of course, the doctor deemed them “unknown animal attack in the woods.”

It was frustrating because he was right in his assessment. It was an animal attack but no way to really prove what it could possibly be.

For your safety, once the Reverend was released, you stayed at Sheriff Bodeckers in the evenings. He also escorted you to the repaired cafe for your shifts. Anytime he wasn't able to, Sandy was more than happy to hang out.

At first, you were cross at Sandy not telling you when she came to visit her brothers, a bottle of liquor in her hand as an apology. She swept you in a hug, shaking her head. “The fucking Reverend, we should just go up there and put a silver bullet in his head.”

“It’s tempting.” Lee shrugged. “Very very tempting to shoot the fucking bastard. Excuse my language. But Sandy, you know that isn’t how it works. If we are going to kill Preston, it has to be done without getting caught.”

The woman rolled her eyes at her brother while digging a pack of smoke out of her purse, tapping the pack to pull one out. She flicked one at her brother and took one for herself. “It's the least he deserves. You want one?” She offered and you declined. She stuffed it back into her purse while snapping her fingers against a lighter. Tossing it to her brother, she turned back to him. “Ya know, I can get Carl to do it. He has a mean streak in him.” She smirked and a cold shiver escaped you at her tone.

Lee flashed her a look before shaking his head. “I don’t want to know what shit you and Carl get up to Sandy to make you say that. Again, no. Be my luck he missed the shot and then I got to worry about y’all as well.”

You had a feeling werewolves were vindictive creatures the more you learned from them. Sheriff Bodecker never changed towards you, but now that you knew he kept his feelings about the Reverend a lot less hidden.

You couldn't help but agree with his general disgust of the man.

Things changed at the cafe. You still had your regulars and out-of-towners, but anyone from the congregation refused to come in after you tried to press charges on their Reverend. Even Lucy refused to converse with you, purposely ignoring any friendly gesture you made to her on the street. The sudden coldness of the town was a damper on your spirits. Sandy was sure to remind you that ‘You are too good for them bible thumpers anyways.’

There were good times, you rather enjoyed making dinner for the Sheriff, every night he would press his hands against his stomach with a groan about how damn fine it was. Oftentimes he went back for thirds and fourths. Werewolves were bottomless pits, always hungry and searching for food. You took advantage of that, testing out all sorts of new recipes for the cafe on him which he was more than enthusiastic about.

In the evenings after dinner, he typically did stuff around his yard. Raking fallen leaves and trimming around the house, he was sure to stroll with you whenever you went as well. It was these times he shared a bit more knowledge about that other side of himself.

Your arm was wrapped through his because he simply radiates warmth in the chilly fall evening. “How did it happen… becoming one?”

“Ancestors were assuming, come over from Europe and just grew. Once in a while, a new one wanders into town, but they rarely stay too long. The ones around here are all from this area, except the Reverend.” He bared his teeth a bit at the thought.

“And the change… does it hurt?” It was hard to imagine it didn't, with the differences that had to happen, all your bones reshaping and organs shifting. Not to mention the elongating of his entire face, it twisted your gut thinking it hurt.

Lee patted your hand in the crook of his arm, flashing a smile. “Not but a few moments, then…” He breathed in deeply. “Power, sheer power. That can be the overwhelming part of it all. Keeping control. All you want to do is chase, hunt, and…” His eyes glanced down at you. “It’s just a lot to maintain. Actually, most of us have safe places, cages that we can be put into if the monster is too overpowering.”

He tugged you a bit closer when his hand fell around your hip. “You don't have to worry about it though, Sandy knows what to do if it's needed.”

You fell into your thoughts while Lee fell quiet to.

You also were given target practice by Lee. His big barrel pistol felt foreign in your hands, but he was steadfast in making sure you knew what to do. That was also the day he set up one in the cafe for safety reasons. At first, you were against such a thing. After closing he was behind the counter, fitting it into a hiding place for you.

“Lee, why would I need it? When I have you.” You pointed out, leaning over the counter while watching him install the holster in a secret spot.

“And what about when I’m not here Sunshine?” He stuck the tip of his tongue out while he managed to get the last screw in at an odd angle. You just had to reach between where the counters connected to withdraw the weapon now. “I do get called out of Devils Creek for court cases.” He pointed out. “I gotta go to one tomorrow.”

Your eyes darted to the calendar. “But it's the full moon tomorrow night.”

“I will be back before then, but just in case…” He pushed himself to stand, cupping your face in his hands. “You got that Sunshine. I also marked your building as part of my territory. He shouldn't cross it.”

You couldn't help your bubble of nerves, but hearing him made you giggle a bit, arching a brow. “And how did you mark it as yours?” You teased and Lee gave a snort and shook his head.

“Easily, that night you were attacked, I went back and clawed my signature into it. What? You think I peed on it? I’m not a dog!” He joked and you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from you, tears streaming down your face.

“You will be back before nightfall?” You managed to squeeze out with a hiccup.

“I can’t see why I wouldn't be.” Lee assured you, pushing up to a stand and resting his hand over yours, squeezing tightly to reassure you. You rewarded him with one of those sweet smiles that made Lee warm all over.

That next day you were nervous throughout the day, having stayed at the cafe since Lee had dropped you off early that morning. Your usual customers went about their day and you did your best to put your best face forward.

Sandy was going to stay with you till Lee came back, which should have been at any time now. He had a slight mishap at court that kept him longer than he suspected according to his text. But was sure he would be home well before the full moon showed its glowing orb in the night sky.

You two closed up a bit earlier than usual, the atmosphere in Devil Creek was just heavy that day, a foreboding warning. By seven the place was dead and you didn't see any cars on the street.

Sandy was trying to keep her argument on the phone with Carl hush hush, but you couldn't miss him yelling on the other end when she finally snapped the cafe's wall phone back on the hanger. “Y/N, Carl is drunk off his ass and gonna do something stupid if I don’t get on home.” She said with disbelief. “Of all nights to act a fucking prick, he chooses this one. Why don't you just come home with me? Lee will know where you are if you are not here.”

You tried sending him a text earlier, but no response, plus Carl scared you a bit. Not that you weren't dealing with the worst situation with Reverend Preston, but adding Carl into the mix just wasn't what you thought you needed right now. “No, I probably should stay here. I’m sure Lee will be here soon.” Sandy hesitated as she shouldered her purse. “Besides, Lee said that Preston shouldn't come near this place once he’s shifted. Something about werewolf dynamics making this place Lee’s territory.”

“Lee did the same thing to my house too. Carl is forever peeved why I won’t let him paint over what looks like claw marks. You sure hun? I hate to leave ya here on your own.”

“Positive Sandy, I know he will be here soon. I have a few things I wanted to take care of anyways. Besides, your brother gave me lessons. Wouldn't let up till I was hitting the bullseye.”

It was enough of a push Sandy needed to get her out the door and you were sure to lock it behind you.

The next hour you did just as you said you needed to, making a batch of donuts tossed in cinnamon sugar for the morning. You had tried several times to call Lee but still was no answer.

“Where the hell are you Sheriff?” You whispered to yourself at the next no answer phone call and as it got darker, the moon now visible hanging over the tops of people's houses, you considered calling Sandy back, to see if perhaps she had heard from her brother. Your fingers hovered over the call button when you heard it, making you pause, holding your breath, straining to hear it.

Tap, tap, tap.

Something sharp tapping along with the steel door you had installed at the back of the kitchen. Then a loud screeching noise started, you could see the steel visibly indent with a line dragging down the length of it.

“Let me in, Little Lamb.” A snarling tone and at the cracks where the door sealed you heard Preston huffing like his nose was pressed there. “That Devils mark can’t keep me out.” Preston grunted out.

“Shit!” You rush out of the back kitchen to dart behind the counter. The steel door couldn't hold up to Preston. He wrenched it out of the frame and padded inside on all fours. You killed the lights in the restaurant and clutching the pistol, you tried to hide yourself away where he wouldn't see you.

You need to see him and aim before he could get to you. Your heart raced with a crash against your chest, feeling like it was just going to break its way through your chest.

“I can hear it.” Came a growl just entering the main part of the cafe, his claws scraping with each lumbering step as he pushed up on top of one of the countertops, crouching. The wood groaned under his weight, almost seeming to sag. “Your heart is so loud. Be easy to find you, Little Lamb.” He huffed in a laugh, his tongue swiping over his fangs and muzzle. “You were lucky last time.” He leaped down on the other side of the counter opposite of you. You were sure he probably knew where you were, tucked into a cubby under your register. On the other side of the wood you sensed him, wet snuffs dragging up and down the siding of the counter, where you were hiding. “I can smell you too, no wonder Lee hides you all to himself. So sweet-smelling.” He grunted as his shoulder thumped heavily against the counter. You bit your lip to keep from yelping out in surprise. “You smell like those plump peaches, so juicy that when bitten into, you squirt. Is that what you do for the Sheriff, Little Lamb?” You heard him pause, just on the other side of the counter from where you were, going eerily silent for several seconds.

A snarl ripped through him and a paw splintered through the wood near where you were hidden. You screamed and pushed yourself out while Preston ripped a hole through the wood, shooting his paw out and swiping his claws out at you, just missing you. “He’s not coming. Sheriff Lee ran into some issues.”

He was messing with you, you could tell by the lazy effort he put into withdrawing from the hole he made, the way he disappeared from sight. Your fingers fumbled with the gun, holding it in front of you. All was quiet for a moment, your eyes staring at the hole, ready for him to return. Then a hot heavy drop landed on your shaking hand, and you glanced up to see him hovering above you over the counter, how he got up there so silently, you didn't know. But you took aim and pulled the trigger.

Lee was just about to head back into town. Still a good half hour of daylight left, there was a sense of relief making it back to Devil Creek. His whole day had been a fucking disaster to start with. Every instinct had told him not to leave, especially with the change coming. But there had been no choice and he was confident he would be back in time.

That was till the bailiff dragged ass, the court kept getting recessed due to varying circumstances, his time in the confession booth was one of the last ones to be taken. It all just added up till his couple hours out of town was all damn day.

But he still had time to get to the cafe, pick you up, and return home so he could shift in peace and keep you safe. Lee highly doubted that the Reverend Preston would dare to come to his home, even with you as a lure.

Before hitting the edge of town, a sharp ping ricocheted off his cruiser, and the car gave a jerking turn making him drag it off to the side of the road, the front driver's side tire was flat. “Fuck.” He snapped, his eyes roving the side of the road to see if there was anything suspicious before he ran his hand over his holster and wrapped his hand over the handle of his weapon. Pushing open his door, he stepped out. The all too familiar tingle rippled up his spine, red hot pain that signaled he was close to the shift. If he was, so was the Reverend.

Several men stepped out of the nearby woods where they had been hiding. Rifles slung up to aim at him. “Back in the car, Sheriff.”

It was easy to see that they were members of the congregation. Lee wasn't one to back down. WIth a push, his door to the cruiser slammed shut with a show of refusal while he strode away from the parked cruiser. “I got somewhere to be. Get out of my way or else I will have you all brought in.”

“Can't do Sheriff.” The safety of the rifles clicked off. “Reverend don't need you interfering.”

Lee dragged in another breath, the pain starting to take over. Behind the treeline he could see the moon starting to crest.

“Get the fuck out of my way right now.” He groaned out, sweat starting to bead his brow. One of the men grew impatient, tilting his rifle up and shooting in the air.

“GET BACK IN THE CRUISER LEE.”

There wasn't any time left now and Lee just let the change take over. It split from him like an egg being cracked open, his clothes falling away into shreds while bones cracked and reshaped with gut turning noises. The men wavered their resolve seeing Lee shift, frightened gasps of horror as they all started to stumble backwards to retreat from the nightmare. Fur drove its way through his skin in a wave as it coated from his back to his front, his body growing in the process till muscles were prominent that never showed in his softer human body. Hands reshaped to large dinner plate paws with wickedly sharp claws that burst under his fingernails, and his teeth protruded into fangs while his muzzle stretched, leaving him panting at the effort. No longer was his eyes human, barely seeing in the dark.

Now they were glowing demonic red, sharp ears pinned back while his fur rippled at the first effort he took to stand up, now towering over any man there. His red eyes pinpointed on them and a snap of his bone-crushing jaws with a roar sent them falling back, no longer willing to try to stop him. The werewolf was aching to give chase, snap their necks and gouge their beating hearts from their chests, a wet lick of his tongue over glistening fangs left him almost doing that. But his senses sharpened.

Sunshine.

A burst of speed escaped him, gouging his claws through the road's pavement as he took off. Crumbles of concrete shooting behind him. Everything turned into a blur around him, his whole focus on just getting to you. While he barrelled up the main street, he heard the initial shot, immediately honing in on the cafe.

There wasn't even a pause as his body slammed into the door, skidding across the linoleum to crash into booths on the opposite side. He shook his head to clear off debris from the splintered wood, roaring out his rage at the scene.

You stood wide-legged, the pistol held up in front of you while Preston was clutching at his shoulder, the burning acrid scent of flesh and fur filled the air. The silver bullet was singing where it was embedded in the monster. Preston clawed at his shoulder, trying to remove it while howling in pain.

Lee crashed through the remains of the booth, catching sight of you wide-eyed turning to face him. You ducked just in time when Preston made a grab for you, disappearing from Lee's sight till you crawled out of a torn through hole through the counter's frame. You pushed yourself to bolt, sliding across broken glass and wood to get to Lee.

Preston gave chase, which Lee was already shoving you behind him. In a fury of claws and teeth, he was wrapped around Preston. This time when they crashed around, it wasn't trees they were busting through. But your cafe.

Your cafe was being destroyed by the two monsters as their bodies were flung around, Lee went soaring into the wall of dishes that all shattered on impact. Shards of plates and cups falling around him like snow as he shook himself.

Preston was still clutching his shoulder on the other side of the cafe, deep wet pants and a lolling tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle showed his exertion, partially slumped backward on his haunches.

“She’s mine.” Lee snarled and leaped the distance separating the monsters, this time he was faster than Preston’s slowing movements. The werewolf didn't have a chance to prepare for the onslaught and this time Lee buried his fangs in Preston's throat, crushing his windpipe and ripping open his jugular with a bone snapping shake of his head.

A screaming panicked cry escaped the werewolf while he was being viciously shaken till he went completely limp, his head lolling back at an odd angle. Lee just let him drop into a crumble through the wreckage they were standing in.

A soft wavering voice caught his attention, the adrenaline running through him made him quake a bit.

“Lee…”

Lifting his gaze, he found you among the ruins, looking so tiny and fragile that it streaked every protective part in him, human and monster.

The monster approached you, slow in his movements as he came closer to you, long claws were curled protectively against his paw till he uncurled them, scraping barely against your cheek. “Sunshine.” The growl came out, his muzzle dropping to the other side of your face, inhaling against you, his tongue a gentle caress against your cheek.

You dropped your hand to Lee’s furry chest, tilting your face up to his affections. You could feel how much he wanted you, his monster cock pressing up from between his muscle-roped thighs. His ears flattened to his skull when you whimpered at the claws trailing goosebumps down your neck and hooked a claw into your shirt.

The last few moment's worth of adrenaline simmered through you, turning the fear into a need for your protector. You couldn't be scared of him any longer, not after seeing this beast go gentle for you after breaking Preston’s neck. His red eyes softened the longer he looked down at you. He wasn’t a monster, not to you. No, it was just your sweet sheriff. Your hands dug into the thick black fur, seeking out him underneath it all, the wall of his chest quivering at your touch.

“I want you Lee, do it.” you whispered, your big innocent eyes blinking up at him. “I'm not afraid, how could I be?” The adrenaline in your system had made you turn feral for the monster, needing him like no other. Tentatively you swiped your hands through his fur, marveling at the beauty before you.

There was a grunt from him as he curled his claws into your shirt and let them slide down, following down the length of your body, your shirt falling away in shreds. “Precious Sunshine. You should run.” He lapped his tongue over your collar bone.

“Why would I run Lee? I’m right where I need to be.” You marveled at the sheer force under your hands as you roamed your hands over him. His fur was bristled but soft under your palm. Shoulders, chest, stomach, it all was muscle. Your hands felt tiny when they wrapped around his cock, making him snarl at the feel of your hands rubbing him. You preened at the way his thick head was already beading with cum, how he throbbed and twitched in your hands.

You couldn't stop, not now. Not when you felt your thighs quiver and panties stick to you with such a need. How would it feel to be stretched on him, claimed. You had a feeling you would be blissfully ruined for anyone beyond Lee.

“I can smell you.” His tongue lapped forcefully against a nipple, sharp teeth just sinking into your breast. Beads of fine blood burst forth that he dragged his tongue over. It didn't hurt but made you want that sensation again as you clutched the back of his head, twisting fingers into his fur. “Just bury into your sweet cunt.” Claws circled your hips, pulling you in closer to his hulking form. “Be the sweetest heaven.”

You let go of his fur, reaching down to flip your skirt up. Another animalistic grunt escaped him as he tightened his hold, careful that his claws weren't piercing into your skin too much as he propped you on what was left of your cafe’s counter.

“They are already ruined Lee, get them off.” You spread your thighs for him and he ran his tongue over his fangs like you were a delicacy. Running his paws down the back of your thighs, he lifted your feet to the counter's edge, long laps of his tongue cleaning between your thighs. A nip of his fangs twisted into your panties and a quick jerk ripped them from your body.

Rumbles filled the cafe the way you were laid out on the counter, now bare, wanting. Your hands ran over his shoulders and down his biceps while the werewolf licked over your weeping cunt, along the crease in your thigh, over your belly, and up further till he was hovering over you.

“Last chance Sunshine.”

A broken voice that still resembles Lee made you flutter, leaning up, you placed a kiss to the tip of his muzzle. “My answer is the same Sheriff. I want all of you.”

Your legs moved around his waist, to dig your heels into the base of his back while Lee was so careful with you. The first press of his cock was wide, making you hiss into his fur.

The monster actually whined that he might be hurting you, but you begged for more.

Lee started to ease into you further, feeling you stretch slowly around him, and there was simply no way he could fit all the way in you.

But this was enough, you fluttering around him while gazing at him with lust in your eyes, your eyes widened seeing him pull out and back in, your mewls at the stretch soon turned into moans as you have never felt so full and complete before. Soon you were rutting to meet him, burying your face into his shoulder as he controlled your movements, paws spanning your hips, claws digging into ass cheeks. He grunted between drags of his tongue against your sweaty skin, pushing his muzzle between your bouncing breasts as you arched into him, revealing the complete feeling of being caged by Lee in his grasp. There wasn't a part of you he left untouched...

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you clinging to the beast as best you could before it started all over again. His stamina never slowed while he brought you through it.

You had guessed right as your eyes fluttered back and you heard Lee snicker at the next orgasm.

“Fuck Lee… you always this cocky.” You teased him and he growled at you, sinking fangs in further in your breast as he lapped at your nipple, making you jolt into him. “You really are like a dog with a bone, huh?” You giggled as you were still reeling from your rush.

“Sunshine.” He growled out sharply but clearly played back with you. “I’m worse than a dog with a bone.”

You were the most beautiful person Lee had ever experienced, the beast in him already wanting nothing more than to fuck you and take care of you. Claws scraped teasing at your skin as he lapped every inch of your chest, leaving you whimpering his name and clenching around him.

Pulling from your sweet cunt was hard, but he just had to take you apart once more. A skilled tongue eased your thighs to spread for him, your wet sopping cunt was an invitation for him. It was calling to him as the scent of your arousal spiked his needs. He tasted you once before settling in to really make you scream.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, his tongue powerful as he speared expertly into you, curling against your sweet spot that had you grasping thick black fur, yanking harder than you ever have before and your thighs wrapped around his head.

Lee was intoxicated easily, drawing out fire quick orgasms from you that made you sink further into a crying mess, he was easily able to stay there, marveling at the way you tried to hold onto him and ride his face till he slammed a paw against your stomach to hold you down. “Stay still.” he warned, but you didn't heed him. You couldn't, coherent thought left your body.

He finally relented when you pleaded with him to fuck you again, grabbing his ears this time and pulling him back up your body.

His fangs dragged up the center of your body while his eyes remained on you. Your body instinctively rolled up for him. A begging mess all for him.

Lee huffed deeply against your hair, as you clung to his chest, one paw clutching at the small of your back to start pounding his cock back into you, the other paw falling against the counter, his claws ripping through the wood to gouge long marks into it. “Mine. Sunshine.”

“Fuck all yours Sheriff.” you whimpered out and he slowed down, arching his neck and tipping his head back, you swore you were about to black out when he roared, gnashing his teeth at the intensity of his intense orgasm and his spend painted you, making you feel like you swelled from him. He was still going when he pulled from you, your hands falling to his cock and pumping white thick ribbons splattered against your stomach and chest. You sunk back against the counter, looking up at a panting Lee, his ears pricked forward at your soft groan and his claws were gentle scrapes over your sensitive skin.

“Okay?” He asked in that broken tone between a voice and a growl, you nodded, clutching your fingers against his biceps to pull back up to sit.

“Better than okay Sheriff.” You tried catching your breath, he pulled you in closer to him till you could partially wrap your arms around him. “I don't think I can walk through, will you take me home. To your home.”

Huffing laughter rose from him as he so easily scooped you into one of his arms and made his way out of the destroyed cafe. The cool night air against your naked skin made you burrow closer into Lee while he loped along.

Weeks Later

Lee whistled while he stood at his bathroom mirror, running a razor along his cheeks to clean off the stubble. You wandered to the bathroom door to brace against the door frame, watching him. His eyes caught yours in the mirror. “Morning Sunshine.”

“Morning Sheriff.” You beamed back at him while wrapping your arm around his middle and leaned against his back while he continued cleaning his face up.

“You want me to drop you off before your grand reopening?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love that Lee. Think this one will be a success?” You bit at your lip and he glanced at you through the mirror, seeing your nerves.

“Course Sunshine, third time's a charm right?”

You giggled against his shoulder, rubbing your hand up and down his soft belly, scratching lightly.

“Well as long as I don't have some wild animals breaking in this time around, I should be good.” Lee went back to finishing shaving, thinking back on just how much damage he and Preston had done. It basically got gutted after that, there was no saving the inside.

But it gave the opportunity for you to have it remade how you envisioned it.

It took weeks, Lee and you working on the cafe in the evenings he had off. Sandy came when she wasn't dealing with her husband. Towards the end, more members of the town started to help out and before you knew it, you were putting the finishing touches on it. Brand new dinnerware was being stacked up for the morning rush and Lee was humming to himself, giving one last mop to the new gleaming floors.

“I think that's about it.” You said as you broke down the last cardboard box and Lee went to dump the dirty water while putting everything away.

“Sunshine, it looks gorgeous.” He said, looking around the cafe happily while you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed in against him.

“It does look amazing. Thank you for all your help.” You pressed your lips sweetly to his. For Lee, life didn't get much better than this.

“Would you have a cup before you start your shift? I also made those donuts you like Sheriff” Your question drew him out of his memories. Lee rinsed his razor and put it away.

Reaching down to grasp your wrists, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss the inside of your wrists. “You didn’t need to bribe me, I would never pass up morning coffee with my best girl.” Turning in your arms, he wrapped you against him, backing you up out of the bathroom and against the bed till you fell back with a giggle.

“You also up for an early morning quickie before we gotta head in.” You tilted your head to smile up at him while he started to crawl over you, your hands falling to his belt buckle and biting your lip.

“Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine.” Lee growled as he dipped his mouth to catch your lips while a hand dragged up your sleep tank to palm a breast. “You know I love you too much to say no to that as well.”

“Good thing Sheriff.” You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Now, make me howl for you.”