#havent fully finished it yet but i drew this when i was playing

[startistdoodles]

Okami fans how we feelin

[poptod]

Pretty, Little Doll (Merriel Shelton x Reader)

Description: Merriel makes friends with the pretty little doll serving ice cream.

Notes: jus thinking about ice cream. implied female reader, but this.. is too much. theres just too much here. youve been warned. edit: wait no u havent. the warning is that theres suggestive themes and such WC: 2.3k

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After working long hours in the broiling sun of the south, what felt best down his parched throat was a beer––a bar where many of his friends and coworkers drank at, and the waitresses wore low-cut dresses with short hems and long stockings. That sight went down wonderfully with several drinks, but what drew his attention today was a newly opened shop.

There was no sign, but the large, pristine windows gave a good view of the inside. Clean, white walls with several tables and chairs to the left, and a counter to order at on the right. Behind it stood you, dressed to the nines in ruffles and bows as you opened up the shop, displaying buckets of ice cream.

Merriel grinned. Lopsided and toothy, and he jogged inside, sweat and dirt still trailing down his skin and clothes. With his shirt slung over his bare shoulder, he met your eye and his cocky smile returned as his chin tilted high.

"Afternoon," he drawled as he approached the counter, barely grazing over the different flavors before returning to you.

"Good afternoon," you said in a much quieter voice, though you did mimic his smile, just more politely. "How may I help you?"

"You new here?" He asked, gesturing generally to the shop.

"Oh, yes," you said. "My grandmother always wanted an ice cream parlor, so.. I thought I could help her."

"That's awful sweet of ya," he said as he leant on the counter, tilting ever closer to you. "This ice cream sweet as you, boo?"

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you did a double take. For a moment you were at a loss for words, but you quickly attempted to stammer out a response, a blush burning your face.

"Well, um, we have, uh, strawberry, and um.. chocolate, vanilla, cherry, and uh, banana. And bourbon."

"Bourbon?" He said, a single brow kinked upwards.

"It's my grandma's favorite," you said with a sheepish chuckle.

"Damn, girl. Grandma knows how to have fun," he laughed.

"Would you like to try it?"

Only if I can lick it off you, he thought, his attention drifting to the soft skin of your neck. The thought of it melting down and pooling in your clavicle. While usually he didn't bother to censor himself for anyone, you seemed a little fainthearted. His chances with you would probably be ruined after one too-strange comment.

"Sure," was what he said instead. "Long as it's cold I don't care."

"I understand that. I moved here recently and it's certainly something to try and adapt to the heat," you rambled as you stuck a tiny plastic spoon in the bourbon ice cream, giving him the single bite. "Are you a local?"

"Been here long's I remember," he said, taking the spoon. "What time do ya get off today?"

"Oh, um," you fixed the ruffles on your collar, "I won't be finished till late. We're not all set up yet."

"If y' need some help, I'd be happy to offer my expertise. I do a hell of a lot a' nailin' things ta the wall."

You stared at him again, once more losing your words. He hadn't quite meant what he said, but the fluster he left you in had him grinning, humored by the connotation you'd incorrectly understood.

"That – that'd be very nice of you," you said, wringing your hands. "I don't want to bother you. You look.. busy."

He didn't miss how your eyes raked up his body, from his wrinkled, dusty pants up his bare waist and chest still gleaming with the sweat of morning work. His jaw could cut hearts and he knew that very well; accented it whenever he could as he cocked his chin upwards, watching carefully as your breath froze.

"I won't be busy tonight. How 'bout this." He walked up right to the counter, pressing his hips into the edge of it. "I come after I finish up ma' own job, and I'll give ya' a hand. Don't even gotta pay me."

"Really? But –"

"Don't worry 'bout it. 'S nothin' for a pretty doll like you."

"At least let me get you a cone? It's hot out today," you offered, reaching for the largest waffle cones you had.

The guys wouldn't really take well to him eating ice cream instead of drinking, but he figured they'd eat their words when they saw you.

"Won't say no to that."

As much as he wanted to boast about you, how pretty and sweet you were and how he so easily slid his way into your life, he didn't want his friends finding your shop and vandalizing it with their own dirty boots and flirtatious looks. Only he could do that.

In the evening he returned as promised, having walked from his house on the outskirts of town to your shop on the main street. The build, decorum, and location of the shop screamed rich family to him. No one in his state would be able to afford a business on main street, much less fully renovated and repainted. He could ask you, he decided, about your family, your grandmother, and of course you.

Inside, you were closing up the tubs of ice cream, hauling them out of the display case and into a back storage room. He knocked before he entered, earning a muffled 'come in!' from you.

Before either of you could speak, both the buckets in your arms began to slip, and he ran round to the other side of the counter to help. He took one from you to ease the load.

"Careful, cher," he said, grabbing another bucket in his other arm. "Don't wanna break yaself."

"Thank you," you said, mostly ignoring his comment. "My grandma is in the other room, so just, um.. be polite and proper."

Fat fuckin' chance, he thought in his head, but fortunately did not say aloud as he followed you.

The door swung open into a freezer room, where an old lady stood in the corner, covered head to toe in coats as she stirred.

"I keep telling you to let me do that," you sighed, setting down your container before rushing to her side.

"I can do it quite well myself. I'm not useless, you know," your grandmother said, staring you down with a glare. You hesitated, gauging her carefully, before you relented with another exasperated sigh.

"Fine, alright," you said quietly. "I'll go work on hanging up all the paintings and such."

"Thank you, dear."

You motioned to him as you passed by, pushing open the door and heading out of the freezer. He once again followed you, watching your ass with a grin you never saw.

"We need to hang up these," you said as you brought him to one of the circular tables, each of which carried a small pile of paintings, license plates, or tin posters.

"You got a ladder?" He asked, glancing to the high walls.

"Yes sir," you said, sorting through the different posters. He quirked a brow, intrigued by the possibility of that nickname.

"I neva did get ya name," he said as he leant on one of the tables.

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"Pretty name for a pretty doll," he half sung, the same, one-sided smile stretched lazily across his face. "My name's Merriel."

"Also a pretty name," you said, picking the largest poster to start with. A pin-up girl in a sailor's suit. "Our ladder isn't all that steady. Will you hold it for me?"

He opened his mouth to offer himself up, but with one look to the ruffled skirt you wore, he shut himself up.

"'Course," was what he said instead.

Everything was a bit of a game––one you were unwittingly a part of, and one where you played your role rather well. A sweet, unassuming little thing, essentially a toy for him, accepting his help and letting him in. He hated to act the predator, but when it came to you he couldn't help it.

That was how he saw it. Hunting you down and taking you for his own at the end of a long chase. However, to any outsider, it appeared in a much simpler way; a young man doing anything for someone he'd developed a crush on. That was how it truly was, though the innocence of his crush was abruptly stripped away as he held the ladder, staring shamelessly up your skirt.

"Merriel?"

"Huh?" He said, broken out of his dreamy trance.

"I said could you hand me another nail," you said, pointing towards the package of nails with your hammer.

"Oh. You sure ya ain't gonna fall if I leave?" He asked with a grin. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll be alright."

"If you say so, boo."

After a little while he supposed he ought to offer some more help than holding a rickety ladder, and took your place at the top with a hammer in his hand and nails in his mouth. As promised, his experience with nailing things to the wall (nails specifically, not women) made him much faster than you, and the entirety of the wall behind the counter was covered within fifty minutes.

"Thank you for your help, again," you said as you put away the hammer and nails.

"My pleasure," he said, the image of your thighs still fresh in his mind. "If y' ever need help.. I'm happy t' to be of service."

"Well, thank you. Come stop by again soon. On the house," you said as he left, peeking your head out the door and giggling.

"You know I'm stoppin' by again, get two things done in one trip. Some'in sweet for th' eyes and the tongue," he laughed, watching your face light up with a blush.

And it ain't just the ice cream, he thought.

Over the course of the coming summer, he left drinking for the evening, and instead visited your shop over his lunch break. You insisted on giving his cones for free considering he continued to help you out, but he usually found ways to sneak you the money anyway. You were not, as he assumed earlier, a very rich family.

His favorite activity, which he found rather early on, was to sit outside on burning hot days, his shirt draped over the back of his chair as he ate. Through the pristine glass, he spied you watching him often.

You couldn't help it either. Most of your life was spent in your family cabin, cutting you off from many teen and early adulthood experiences. People flirting with you was a lot to deal with, especially when it came from someone as pretty as him, the smooth dips and ripples of his lean muscles shining with sweat and dirt from his construction site.

His tongue. Ever since he made that comment on that first evening you met, you hadn't been able to get it out of your mind. How it rolled and drawled between his puffy lips drawn backwards with his teeth, in a very specific method you'd pinned down to 'the Tongue Thing'.

Your heated, embarrassed blush only worsened as ice cream dripped down his fingers from the heat, cleaned up by a sharp and precise tongue. You could hardly breathe watching him like that, but as he caught your eye you turned quickly away.

His bravado had clearly earned a huge boost from catching you mid-drool, prevalent in his step as he waltzed back into your store. You hardly met his eye, pretending to clean up the counter, but that didn't stop him. He walked right up to you, leaning down with his elbows on the stone, forcing you to stop and look at him, which you did with incredible reluctance.

"You been watchin' me, cher?" He asked, close enough to see his reflection in your wide eyes.

"No," you said quietly.

"A' think you're lyin'," he said, leaning in closer yet. "Betta' not do that. Could land you in some trouble."

You raised your brows.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not with anythin' ya can't take," he said as he raked his eyes purposefully slow down your body. When you appeared to be at a loss for words, he said, "I'll ask ya again. Were you watching me?"

"... and if I don't answer?" You tested carefully.

"Well then, I think there's too much space between us," he said, grinning cockily as he jumped the counter, crowding you suddenly.

You drew in a sharp breath, backing up as he continued to step forwards till he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

"Tell the truth, baby." he drawled, carefully setting his hands on your hips and pulling you in. Something hard poked you.

"I – I wasn't staring, I –"

He half-grinded into you, pressing you tighter against the wall as his hands drew upwards, resting at your waist.

"Such a pretty thing," he mumbled beneath his breath, watching your stumbling reaction closely.

By pinning you with his hips, he had free roam to move his hands, one of which toyed with the hem of your skirt. It was wrong, certainly, and it was also illegal since you were in plain view of main street, but he lost control the minute his fingertips brushed the soft, supple skin of your thigh.

Your breathing hastened, hips yearning for something, though you didn't know what. When the rough skin of his fingers suddenly brushed inbetween your thighs your hands shot up to steady yourself on Merriel's shoulders. He laughed, running a finger through your lips, finding you already soaked and not wearing underwear. Instantly his laugh faded, devolving into a long, needy moan as his hips once more pushed up into you.

"Th – there's someone – someone coming," you said, eyes darting to the front door.

Immediately he was off you, stepping to the side as you straightened yourself out. You walked forward with shaky legs, which he most definitely noticed, and took the mother and son's orders as usual. When you finished you glanced to him, your heart stopping at the sight of him licking your slick from his fingers.

"I guess your ice cream is as sweet as you, boo," he murmured in your ear, giving you no chance to react before rushing back out to return to his construction job.

[tiens-letters]

upon autumns day, where you and I met. upon autumns day where I remember all of what we were before youve passed. and upon autumns day would I have ever so slowly let go of that pain of the past

zhongli (angst)

@albeidoof its somewhere here hehehe

Time was a luxury. A treasure each and everything holds.

Yet time is a curse as well. It covets, devours and leaves. which humanity neglects to cherish until the heart ceases its steady rythmn, only then do they regret of the wasted minutes, hours and seconds.

Beneath the flow of the rushing waves of things that have come and gone. Only on this particular day would he sit beneath a certain tree. The rough bark brushing up against his back as leaves fell effortlessly to the ground, as if it were ready to let go of from the branches that gave birth to it, only to return once again to the waiting soil.

It was a sunny afternoon, clear of any clouds and only clear unblemished blue, a good time to enjoy a warm cup of tea yet there was no energy in his bones to even move from where he was.

He felt exhausted. Desultory even.

Gone were the halcyon days of the past, and now the present time of the vivid reality he had to face.

Morax, rex lapis, the geo archon. Names that weighted more than one could carry, memories that shackled his soul that lived for a thousand years on end, all but a stain that could never be washed away.

The breeze slowly danced in, playing with his hair softly, kissing his skin and welcoming him. It carried a hint of aromatic essence only he would know belongs to.

You.

He tried to desperately recount the days after youve left the face of the earth and yet he could not remember or did his mind not allow him to as if he did, it would bring him terrible and heavy consequences for an answer, one sane mind would never want to know.

Sighing, he sat back and recalled back the memories of you instead. When you were alive, warm and breathing in his arms. He remembers the way your eyes would shine brightly whenever he would be around, or the small sound of delight you would make when you have finished another one of the many interesting blends of tea youve done over the course of a week of mixing different flowers and tea leaves. Youve made up quite the fortune with this as your little hobby bloomed into a fully run business known across teyvat.

"Zhongli." he froze, youve never called him by his name ever since youve started getting close, it made him feal uneasy as he turned to look at you who stood by the doorway, a neutral look on your face.

"y-yes?" nervousness clawed at him as he racked his brain to what he couldve done for you to call his name like that, he couldnt think of any.

"I came back from the market and I heard youve made quite the generous payment. Why is that, I wonder?" he's done it again, that spending habit of his

"The price was reasonable for such a fine ceramic tea set, I dont seem to find why it shouldnt reflect its quality?" you sighed as you pointed towards the glass cupboard behind him

"You bought the same exact set a week ago, Zhongli. Thats why." having to realize his mistake after looking over the two identical set that on the shelf, he turned to apologize but only to see you missing from the doorway. Footsteps can be heard from the floorboards above him. You were upset.

After minutes of pacing in the living room, he finally mustered the courage to climb the stairs and enter your shared bedroom. A figure already under the sheets as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated your delicate features. The mattress sunk as he sat beside you, fingers brushing away the stray hair that fell on your face.

"Im still mad at you Zhongli." his hand flinched slightly at the way you called him

"I apologize. I seem to not have learned my lesson again. I would gladly return the set tomorrow."

"Its no use, they dont accept refunds." you replied without sparing a glance at him

"What can I do for you to forgive me then?"

"Just go to sleep, Zhongli." groaning you reached for the switch to shut the lamp off but a gentle grip stopped you, forcing you to look at his gloomy expression. Perhaps you went too far this time.

"Please stop calling me in that way. I dont like it." he whispers, drawing your palm to his lips, leaving small kisses upon it. He sure does know his way around your heart, no wonder why you could not stay mad at him.

"Just be mindful next time." you cursed yourself for being weak to his charms.

"I will." yet something was missing "Then can you call me as you did before?"

"Zhongli?" you could see the slight grimace in his face as you teased him

"Stop it." he kissed you without warning "Call me as you did before."

However, his lips didnt stop as they began to travel. From your cheeks to you forehead and then to your neck. Oh dear, he wasnt having any of your teasing.

"A-li." you giggled beneath him as he finally stopped and met your gaze

"Thats better."

He still remembers the faint smile that graced your lips whenever he would wake up next to you tangled in the same sheets. The softness of your skin on his calloused touch. Your lips melting his and your voice lulling his raging mind to peace.

Then everything changed when you drew blood that spilled from those lips he's kissed for a thousand times, painting a morbid image on the sheets. Anger and despair boiled inside of him once he learned of the secret youve kept. Zhongli was a calm and collected man all of the time except when he was with you.

Having to witness him at such a point felt as if his own spear was being driven right through his very chest. He held you in an arms width away, the panic and pain in his eyes increasing over the minute as he begged for you to explain why youve decided to lie about the flowers that bloomed in your lungs, the sickness youve inherited from your deceased mother, whose fate you soon would follow. You didnt want him to find out, not in this way.

He couldve done anything if he knew from the start but alas, you wanted to be cruel, thinking it was for the best. Until your symptoms persisted, a heavy reminder of the remaining distance of the string you have to walk on to reach the end. The heavy feeling in your chest started to worsen as cherry sweet liquid poured from your mouth.

Soon the once pristine sheets were stained in haunting crimson shades as you heaved and he watched in agony. If only he had the ability of what he once had back then, if only he could plant the seeds of the flowers from yours to his then he would, if only he hadnt met you one autumn evening

" please dont look at me like that. " you told him, cold hands caressing his cheeks, catching the streams of salty warm beads that fell freely from your darling's amber eyes.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry..." the last thing you wanted to see was this man to cry. The last thing you wanted to see was to see him relive the past tragic memories you promised to bring him out of

" my disease has nothing to do with you. In the end it was mine alone to handle. oh, you are far from that so please dont you ever blame yourself."

"How can I not? If I havent fallen so deep then you would experienced so much more in life, you couldve been happier if you met someone else. Yet you chose me and I couldnt give you anything, I--. " the words knotted up as he began to shake, hands holding yours as knuckles turned to white

You slapped him.

With all the strength youve gathered in that fading body of yours. The sound cutting the grieving sounds that spilled from him, soul and flesh alike.

"A-li, look at me. Do I look like someone whose unsatisfied with what youve given me? Did my smile ever fade when Im with you? Did your affections ever lack? Answer me." his watery gaze met yours, a torrent of emotions swimming in them

"No. Never." a soft smile was carved unto your lips

"My dear, youve given me all Ive ever wanted in this life and I regret nothing of it."

To him, you were the flower that bloomed at the highest peak of the mountain he's never reached and yet its petals voluntarily detached and fell down, making him the happiest as one thing he's admired was untouchable and now, lay softly in the palm of his hands. To cherish and to protect.

But of course, all things are evanescent.

The familiar feeling of soreness that wasnt supposed to be there rose, ebbed and flowed through his throat. He knew it all too well, it was after he woke from his week long slumber did he feel it along with what his ancient beating heart felt.

"You collapsed." the worried words of the qixing echoed in his head. He frantically got up but as soon as his feet touched the floor did his legs give out underneath him, what use was he in this sorry state. He was helped up and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to ask many things yet was unable to.

Ningguang spoke as if you were still breathing and was visiting her minutes ago with another one of your tea blends. "Dont worry and rest first, go to jueyun karst after. They will be waiting."

To where the adepti resides, who as well, favored you, that one soul among thousands of others. One to which they shared a few good memories with was allowed to slumber there in peace.

Zhongli found himself waking up to the sun setting in the horizon. Just like how youve gone and resurfaced back into his memories. It was time.

He stood up from where he sat, gloved hands brushing any dirt that clung to him as he made his way to where you slept.

The red bean that was planted by himself still remained, a token of his love for you. Picking one bead and placing it inside the hollow dice he brought along, completing another one of the similar handicraft he's made every visit.

The sun finally died and the moon began its reign. The small wisps of light gathered around before him, forming a blurry image.

It was then he felt at ease, he saw you smiling at him with all there is in the world. Your light seemed to dim a little, hinting the blessing the adepti gave was slowly diminishing. Soon your visits would cease and you were sure that by the end of the power spent, he wouldve let go of the torment that plagued him.

"A-li. Have you been well?" he knew what you meant

"Im letting go slowly my dear. Perhaps in time, I would learn breathe easily once again."

Longest yet lol. Hope yall liked it ehehe

[whyamilikethjs]

The Book

pairing : reggie mantle x reader

warnings : swearing, smut, oral (fem on male)

requests : none cause i’m fresh out send some please

a/n : i caught up on river dale and i’m shooketh also PLEASE SEND REQUESTS

(Reggie 1.0 + Reggie 2.0 (whichever you prefer))

My heart was beating out of my chest when Reggie came up to me, asking me out on a date. His award winning smile, his perfect body, and his beautiful jet black hair. I was enveloped in pure joy leading up to the date.

We met at Pops and spent the entire night talking over milkshakes. We were on opposite sides of the spectrum when it came to school. I was the artsy kid who valued the quality of my friends rather than the quantity, while Reggie relied on everyone enjoying his presence. So, the fact that we were able to hold a conversation and keep it going the whole night blew my mind.

We talked about practically anything, electricity beaming through each words and we never skipped a beat. I finally checked my phone to see the time and my eyes widened at the time.

“Reggie, do you know we have been here for almost 3 hours?” I exclaimed, laughing lightly.

“Well, time flies when you’re talking to such an amazing girl,” Reggie looked at me seductively and I blushed at the simple action.

“Do you want to finish up the conversation at my place?” Reggie asked, already beginning to scoot out of the squeaky booth.

“I’d love to,” I smiled warmly, following him out of the shop and to his car.

As we drove back to his house, I jumped slightly when I felt Reggie’s hand rest up against my thigh.

“You know you’re unlike any other girl I’ve been with,” Reggie looked at me momentarily before shifting his direction at the road. His thumb beginning to rub circles on my leg as I️ still sat there tense.

“Is that good?” I️ asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, you aren’t like the rest and I like that about you.” I gushed at his words and relaxed into the back of the seat. I could see him look at me through the corner of his eye and grin.

Once we reached his house, Reggie guided me up to his room, flopping down on his bed.

“I want to get to know you better,” Reggie sat up on his bed as I joined him, sitting across from the black haired boy.

“We can go back and forth asking questions?” I offered and Reggie leaned back against the wall.

“Alright, ask me a question.”

“How long have you been playing football?” I asked, starting off with an easy question.

“I’ve been playing since I was six years old, it’s my dream to play professionally, it’s my passion.” There was a sparkle in Reggie’s eye when he spoke and butterflies erupted at the look of pure happiness that surrounded him as he spoke.

“Okay, my turn. Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Reggie asked and raised my eyebrows at his question.

“Well, to be perfectly honest... no, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.” I looked down as I answered, doing my best to avoid eye contact. Once I did look up, Reggie was sitting up, staring intently.

“Really? Why?” Reggie asked but I shook my head.

“No, it’s my turn to ask a question. Have you ever been in love?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat at the risk of the question.

“No, but I could be,” my ears perked up and my heart was almost beating out of my chest at his words. This man definitely had a way with words and his charm was undeniable.

“What about you?” Reggie asked, leaning in a little closer.

“No.” I sighed.

“Do you think you ever could be?” Reggie asked.

“I’d like to think so.” I smiled. That’s when I finally noticed how close we were. My eyes flickered from his chocolate brown eyes to his bright pink lips. Reggie repeated the same actions until he ultimately pressed his lips to mine. Our mouths moved perfectly in sync and my fingers moved into his soft black hair, lightly tugging on strands whenever he would gently tug on my bottom lip with his teeth.

As I moaned into the kiss, Reggie took the opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth, resulting in a fiery dance between the two body parts as a battle of dominance began to form. Reggie quickly won the battle as his hands slithered around me waist and I️ couldn’t help but push my self closer into him. We both let out a low moan at the sudden impact of contact and as Reggie’s hands slowly moved to my ass, I began to grind down on him. Reggie pulled away from me, leaving me with the taste of him still on my lips but still begging for more.

His lips instead, trailed down my jawline, neck, and collarbone. Taking the time to bite down on certain spots until I️ let out a yelp at the feeling. The pleasure he gave me already made grind down harder on him. As his lips traveled further down my body, he moved his hands so he could shift me so my back was laying on his bed. He stripped my shirt off and I suddenly felt self conscious, immediately beginning to try to suck in my stomach and move my hands to cover myself.

“You’re absolutely stunning, you don’t have to hide.” Reggie smiled genuinely and I could feel myself slowly relaxing as his hands ascended down my body and I could feel goosebumps travel up and down my arms.

Reggie quickly threw his shirt over his head and my eyes widened at his toned torso, causing me to immediately lunge at him, making him fall flush against the bed as I straddled him. His face was filled with shock at first but soon relaxed into a smirk as he put his hands behind his head.

Nerves began to set in as my mind drew blank of what to do neck so I ever so slowly crept down to kiss up down his neck, collarbone, and his abs. Taking time to lick up and down the ripples in his abs my confidence rose as Reggie let out a low moan and his hips thrusting up. My mouth moved closer to the buckle of his pants and my hands shakily unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down.

My breath hitches in my throat at the apparent tent in his pants and my eyes shifted up to see him with a wide grin. I took a deep breath, finally removing his boxers and letting his dick practically slap up against his stomach.

Taking it in my hand, I first pumped him in my hand before flattening my tongue on top of his tip, licking the pre cum off. I could hear the faint growl come from the back of Reggie’s throat and I finally lowered my mouth on him, swirling my tongue around until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly.

I began pumping him in my mouth, doing the same with my hands to what I️ couldn’t fit. Reggie became a moaning mess at this point. I moved faster due to his sounds and his hips bucked, pushing himself even further into the back of my mouth.

“Yes (Y/N), just like that oh yes.” Reggie groaned,

I took more of him in my mouth as I grew more comfortable and hallowed my cheeks while my tongue kicked a stripe on the under side of him. Reggie pulled me off of him and stared into my eyes, this time with a loving look.

“You are truly amazing,” Reggie smiled and I pulled him into another kiss. This time it was slow and sensual and I could feel Reggie’s hands pull down my skirt, discarding my final pieces of clothing as he removed my bra and panties. He pressed me back down on the bed as he began to kiss the valley between my breasts before attacking the right breast, lightly biting down and sucking at it making me moan loudly. His tongue swirled while his hand went to the other one, massaging it roughly. My nipples hardened under his touch and electricity coursed through my body when I felt his fingers at my entrance, slowly sliding some finger in, pumping carefully.

My back arched at the feeling, my chest pushing up to his as he quickened his pace.

“Fuck, Reggie.” I moaned and I could hear him chuckle slightly.

“I love listening to you.” He proclaimed proudly, now adding another finger pumping faster.

My hands traveled into his hair, pulling roughly with each rough thrust until he removed himself from me. I whimpered at the lose of contact.

Instead, I could feel his tip at my entrance and my heart rate picked up again.

“Are you ready?” Reggie asked quietly. The look on his face looked almost concerned and I nodded.

He gently pushed himself into me and my hands cling to the sheet, gripping tightly at the feeling of pain as well as pleasure. His thumbs pressed bruises into me as he held my hips down while he started thrusting into me. Once the pain dissolved I began to moan out, quietly at first and then it grew to almost a scream. My nails raked down Reggie’s large back and pulled at the small hairs on the back of his neck. He rested his head in the crook of my neck as he sped up. I took his lips with mine, passionately kissing him and one of Reggie’s hand came to grip my face roughly while his other arm supported himself up. My tongue moved into his mouth, exploring it throughly and Reggie let out a lazy groan. I bit down on his bottom lip, lightly tugging at it before letting it go and moving to his neck, biting down roughly.

Reggie’s pace quickened, almost fully pulling himself out before ramming back into me. As his pace quickened, the tight knot coiling inside my lower abdomen finally unraveled and my high came crashing down. Reggie came crashing down as well, both of us practically screaming at the complete sensation of pleasure. Once we finish riding out our highs, Reggie pulled himself out almost collapsing on top of me.

“That was amazing,” Reggie gushed breathlessly as I ran my hands through his now damp hair. His chest was heaving and his forehead was lined with sweat, yet he still looked as beautiful as ever. I quickly agreed with his statement as I snuggled closer to him.

—

(Reggie’s p.o.v)

As I strolled down the hallway to the boy’s locker room my mind swam through thoughts of (Y/N). I havent been able to get her off my mind. I knew that the only way I could actually go on a date with her without my teammates making fun of me is if I put her down as my next target in the book. But that’s not what I wanted, I’ve liked (Y/N) for a while now and all I wanted to do was be with her.

I pushed open the door of the locker room, saying hi to a couple people who were also entering before walking over to my locker, punching in the combination and pulling it open. As I stripped off my shirt I could hear footsteps rolling up behind me.

“Well, well, well, looks like you had some fun last night.” Chuck’s voice cut through and I turned to look at him. Catching a glimpse of myself in a mirror I could see bruises scattering my chest and nails marks faintly starting at my shoulders and working their way down.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I chuckled and turned back around, grabbing my equipment from the locker.

“Damn, who knew (Y/N) was such a little slut?” Chuck laughed and my body quickly tensed up.

“Shut up,” I said firmly, not bothering to turn around to face him, knowing if I saw the smirk on his face I would punch him instantly.

“Well, how many points did you rack up, Mantle?” Chuck asked and I dropped my head.

“Nine...” I muttered.

“Shit, maybe I should take (Y/N) for a ride next.” Finally I whipped around until I was right in front of him.

“I’m not going to tell you again, shut the fuck up.” I said sternly before slamming my locker shut and storming out of the locker room to practice.

—

(Y/N)’s p.o.v

Reggie and I had been dating for three months now and I couldn’t imagine my life without him. We match each other perfectly and everything feels right with him.

I was sitting in Chemistry class when none other than Veronica Lodge walked up to me, giving me a large smile.

“(Y/N), you’re one of my closest friends here so I thought I would offer something up to you. Rumor has it that the football team has a secret book where they challenge each other to see how many girls they can hook up with to cumulate points. Now, Betty and I were planning on sneaking into the school tonight to find this alleged book and we were wondering if you’d care to join us?” She asked and I was taken aback by her words.

“Are you 100% sure this is real? Reggie has told me everything about the football team and he never brought up a book,”

“I have multiple girls claiming this is real, so, care to join?” She once again asked.

“I’ll get back with you on it,” I simply answered.

—

The end of the day was met and my mind had been swimming through the idea of Veronica’s question. Questions of my very own began to surface and I found myself in deep thought until I was pushing the school doors open and finding Veronica, Betty, and Kevin standing not too far away.

“Veronica!” I called, quickening my pace as I rushed up to her while she greeted me with a warm smile.

“What can I do for you?” She asked.

“I want to join you tonight,” I smiled and Veronica nodded.

“Great! Can’t wait,” She smirked.

“What’s tonight?” Kevin butted in, obviously evesdropping.

“Girls night tonight Kev, sorry you can’t come but maybe next time.” Betty quickly threw on a cover story and I smiled to both before running off to get home.

—

The clock on my phone signaled that it was 7 o’clock while Betty, Veronica, and I all changed into completely black outfits. We packed flashlights and all piled into this car, heading to the school.

As Veronica and I kept watching, sneakily looking around for anyone, Betty worked at the lock. And once she was able to open the door well all hurried inside.

“Do you guys have any idea where this will be?” I whipse to the both of them.

“It’s most likely in Chuck’s locker, which Veronica was able to find his combination.” Explained Betty quietly as we snuck down the hallways, flashlights in hands.

It took a couple tries before we finally got the correct locker and the it creakily swung open.

Betty dug through the locker until a flashlight blinded us, making all three of us jump back.

“What do you snakes think you’re doing?” Cheryl asked, hand firmly on hip as she stood at the start of the hallway.

“Finding this,” Betty started, pulling out a large notebook. Cheryl’s heels clicked as she hurried up to see what Betty was flipping through.

“Polly’s in here.” Betty murmured quietly, her hand running over the page.

“I can’t believe I was down graded to the new girl.” Veronica shook her head in disgust.

“Your brother hurt my sister, Cheryl! This is what they all do.” Betty pushed the book into my arms as she whipped around, fuming at the red headed girl.

My eyes scanned the pages until they tragically fell across my name. ‘(Y/N) (hit and run)’ it spelled with Reggie’s name also down next to mine and the number 9.

“Reggie put me down in here.” I said softly, doing my best to hold back tears.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” Veronica came over, placing a hand on my back. I pulled out my phone, taking a picture before giving it to Veronica.

“We need to photographthe evidence and get rid of this horrible thing.” I growled and all the girls nodded.

“We found what we needed. Let’s go.” Veronica stated and we all stormed out of the silent and dark school.

I’m going to write a part 2!!! so be ready for that!!!

[possumcorpse]

Bitch

so around the time-ish when i was getting into skateboarding more i drew a girl that was a "witch" that rode a broom like a longboard/surfboard and yeah and she has a brother that can shapeshift into a cat

so in the shower i came up with some more stuff

for now i'll refer to everyone with placeholder names that may change later

Ana (protagonist: Freshman year of high school. That's...pretty much it. They're pretty foul-mouthed and tough. Likes cruising around. Really likes bomber jackets and cool hats.)

Bryan (older brother: out of college, works at family job. can shapeshift into a cat. he likes his cat form much more since he can go almost anywhere like that. not really into longboarding and prefers riding bikes or driving his car)

Colton (Father: Owns a barbershop. His family get a family discount; 65% off normal price. Other people may get 50% sometimes or on certain days like...Six Dollar Saturdays or somethin. does not apply to custom cuts. Tries to avoid his past. Don't talk about it.)

Diana (Mother: Lived a life of secrecy. Things were fine up until Ana was born, where she then left for some reason. i havent fully worked this out tbh. but anyways she was a bank teller and also had powers??? like psychic powers kinda)

i call it "Bitch" for now because in middle school my PE teacher (ripperoni), when someone wanted to play an explicit song, would say stuff like "witches with a B" instead of "Bitch" and thats the title for now. (but i'll refer to it as "Bitches" in the tags tho)

i didnt come up with much after that except for like... a not so tragic backstory. the mom left for unknown reasons (idk yet tbh) but it wasnt because of something bad like "oh i need to keep the child a secret" cuz come on Ana's brother can fuckin shapeshift what makes her so special? she can levitate. my oh my we gotta put her down Ana's a ufo

the barbershop was originally gonna be a psychic place (fortune tellers and all. There's a lot in my city actually. its kinda nice to see small stores imo, but ive never been to them tho) and the dad could put people to sleep, allowing them to go to some spirit world for a brief moment. kinda like Black Panther? except instead of wisdom the people can be reunited with loved ones and stuff.

alright think of it like this. theres plenty of other people doing this in the nation/world. so then two people do it (doesnt matter if its at the same time or not), for example a long distance couple, and they are able to see each other "physically". this also applies to the deceased, except of course the process doesn't apply to them. they exist more as a ball of light (unlike physical spirits on Earth) and float around the spirit world/realm, which is basically Earth but in darker colors kinda. like as if the earth were in a constant eclipse and the sky was dark purple.

while that idea of the father doing that may not happen, the spirit realm thing is a definite real thing in something i call the Doodleverse (i am shit at coming up with names lol) and just yeah. basically limbo. purgatory. then spirits can come to earth if summoned by an angel or devil

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why tbe FUCK am i awake its 12:46 am

i guess imma sleep lol

maybe thatll be my new writing tag? "Doodleverse"??? no it sounds lame. i'll come up with one eventually to go along with "#doodles".

oh yeah also im hella gonna draw lotsa new stuff now! once im done with the fanart thing, i got another request to finish (although just a sketch...?), two ocs (one of them being Ana! basically a redraw) and then a lil comic thing then monsters and othdr shit

i should sleep yeah