#i want to get crazy good at drawing so i can make nice prints and merch and maybe do my own zine idk

[livyapapper]

RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO MAKE NALU COMICS BUT I SUCK AT PLANNING AND STICKING TO THINGS RAGHHHH THIS SUCKS

[chaotic-mystery]

Code Red | Chapter Seven: I Love Older Men

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader (no outbreak)

summary: Your big date with Joel is finally here and you end the night on a good note, or a good feeling perhaps.

content warnings: SMUT, 18+ only blog MDNI. Enemies to lovers, dads best friend Joel, age gap (readers in her twenties and Joel is in his 40s), slow burn, first date jitters, reader has hair Joel can brush from her face, no other descriptors, Joel puts reader on the dining table, finally getting some smut, eh? oral sex (f receiving bc he's a ladies man), orgasm denial until you agree with him, power imbalance, dirty talk, thigh smacking, biting, a few sips of beer but no one is buzzed, horny overload, cum eating if you use a monocle, pulling Joel's hair and riding his face/nose, slight PDA, a tiny easter egg if you find it, and one (1) sleepover. NO use of Y/N! Let me know if I've missed something!

authors note: Hi, I love you first off for keeping up with this and my life when it gets crazy and I dip for a little. Thank you for all the support on Code Red, it means the world to me. This can be read as a stand alone if you're unfamiliar with the series but it'll make more sense reading it in order || wc: 4K || notif blog so you don't miss a thing ||

“Why do you have to wear that shirt?” Joel asks as your front door swings open, his hand pushed against the door jam to prop him up. 

You giggle and look down at the bedazzled shirt that was tight enough to push your tits together nicely. It came as no surprise to you that Joel didn’t like the words printed on it and covered in rhinestones. ‘I Love Older Men’ twinkles in the sunlight as Joel swings open your front door, already taking your house key to lock the door behind you. 

“It’s not funny, you’re gonna draw attention to us.” He gripes, putting a hand on your hip behind you as you sit down. His attitude was already starting to get on your nerves but you refuse to let him ruin this, especially over a shirt. 

“Hey! Enough, it’s just a shirt. Is it really such a bad thing if people look at us?” You ask, dipping your head down to look at him. 

Joel meets your eyes and licks his lips while thinking about what to say. You cup his cheek and raise your eyebrows at him playfully. 

“No, I just-” He starts and you cover his mouth quickly to cut him off. Joel gets the hint and rolls his eyes at you before closing the door shut and getting in on his side of the truck. He starts the engine and puts his hand on the back of your headrest to back out of his driveway, open palm against the steering wheel turning it quickly. 

His cologne smells warm and spicy, with a tad of amber mixed in there which surprises you for someone like him, not seeming like he’d be into expensive cologne.  Absolutely captivating, the way he does everything so effortlessly and somehow makes you want to bury your face in his chest while he talks for hours and hours. Joel turns forward and starts the long drive ahead of you two. You were unsure where your date actually was, Joel wanted to keep it a surprise from the last time you spoke about it, which you didn’t mind in the slightest. 

Joel looks over a couple of times and leans his arm against the door while he steers the wheel. 

“You gonna stay over there the whole time or you wanna sit in the middle?” He asks, almost waiting for you to laugh and tell him no. You fight back a smirk and sigh dramatically before sliding over into the middle seat right next to him. 

“Better?”

“For now.” Joel responds and his tongue lingers over his bottom lip for a split second before disappearing into his mouth again. 

“Where are we going? Please don’t tell me you’re taking me to Home Depot…Joel are you taking us to Home Depot?” You half whine and look up at him with your hand resting on his knee. 

“Now why on earth would you think I'd take you there for our date? Give me a little more credit, would ya? Just sit back and enjoy the ride please?” His arm tightens around your shoulders and pulls you into him more. You giggle at his growing annoyance and put your sunglasses on as you rest your head back, looking out the window watching the telephone poles whiz by. 

One of the few times you ever felt this calm and relaxed was with Joel or when you’re alone. He makes it so easy to forget all of the stress and the issues constantly circling your brain about your dad, the future of not knowing, everything that bothers you. None of it ever seems that important when you’re with Joel. 

You two hum to the radio and talk here and there, mainly enjoying the comfortable silence you shared. He turns right and the sign for the aquarium starts to get closer. 

“You remembered the aquarium? Oh my god, Joel!” You exclaim and sit straight up to see the view better. Your excitement was too much for you to notice Joel taking glances at you with the biggest smile on your face. It was apparent to him you thought he forgot about the aquarium comment you made months ago. Little did you know he bought tickets as soon as you mentioned it that day. Even if you went just as the weird friend dynamic you briefly were, Joel still would’ve loved it no matter how much he would’ve pretended not to, no matter how much he wants to deny it.

He pulls into the parking lot and finds a parking spot a little far away from the doors but neither one of you mind. With your purse on your arm, you climb out of his truck and stand in front of it while you wait impatiently for him to get out. 

“You ready?” He asks, coming up right next to you. His finger hooks under your chin and brushes his thumb down softly as he gives you a smile. 

“Absolutely.” You respond back.

You two start towards the door, his arm brushing against you every time he gets close. Every time you feel his pinky touch your hand, you want to just reach out and hold his hand. Joel being the brooding older man, he’s not too big on PDA. You were the exact opposite. You wanted the whole entire town to know you were dating Joel Miller, you wanted to hold his hand while you wore your silly little shirt and have everyone stare at you both, like they could even begin to know the situation. 

When you get inside and turn in your tickets, Joel watches the glimmer in your eyes sparkle as you take in everything around you. The tanks full to the brim with fish and coral, touch tanks tucked back behind the glass and metal staircase leading upstairs, the glowing hallway leading to so much more, the gift shop you were definitely going to stop in before leaving. In awe at the artwork covering almost every inch of wallspace, you were mesmerized. Two children run in front of you and scream wildly as they chase each other, causing Joel to grab your hand instinctively and pull you out of the way before someone gets stepped on. 

You look down and his fingers interlock with yours and neither of you say a word or pull away. 

“Where to first, baby?”

-

Hours pass and your feet are starting to hurt but you’re having too much of a good time to admit to Joel he was right about your shoe choice being awful. It was absolutely worth the pain though, walking the entire aquarium to get the full experience. Joel didn’t complain once no matter how many times you got weird looks for your shirt. He’d walk up to the dolphin tank and put his on the glass, the same glimmer in your eye from when you arrived was the same one he had.  You two end up in front of the jellyfish tank  that went up to the ceiling with glass, blobs of pink and orange jellyfish floating up and down all over the tank. Joel takes a seat on the bench in front and leans his arms against his thighs as he watches closely. 

You sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder, admiring the pink jellyfish at the very top that keeps sinking to the bottom just to go straight back up. 

“Did you have a fun time?” Joel asks.

You don’t answer right away to not seem eager. “Yeah, this was a lot of fun. Never a dull moment with you though.” You giggle quietly as you remember earlier when he made someone’s child cry because Joel apparently “took the stingray” the child was touching and it decided to swim to Joel’s hand you forced into the touch tank. You’ve never seen him move so fast until that moment.

Joel chuckles with you as he knows exactly what you’re thinking about. 

“I told you not to make me do it and you see what you did? You made someone's child cry, they’re never gonna come back here now.” Joel can’t finish his sentence because you both are laughing so hard and he leans his head on yours. 

There wasn’t that need to fill the silence with Joel. You could sit there with him for hours and not share a word and still be comfortable, that’s not something you come by everyday. 

“Well, you wanna stop in the gift shop before we go?” Joel questions as he picks his head up off yours. 

“Yeah! I wanna see what stupid thing I can convince you to buy me.” You jump up and step towards the tank a few times, turning around to look at Joel. 

He rises to his feet and walks towards you slowly, head cocked back slightly. The look he’s giving you makes your heart start to race and you can feel your cheeks getting warm with every step closer he gets to you. Somehow you managed to be the only two people in the jellyfish exhibit and you were thanking your lucky stars for this. 

“Convince me, huh? Convince me how, baby?” His mocking tone sets your body on fire and you suddenly can’t speak. 

Joel gets right in front of you and tucks his hand against your cheek, his long fingers brushing softly on the skin right below your ear. 

“You don’t have to convince me to do anything, sweetheart. I’d do anything you want.”  He kisses your lips gently.

“I’d buy you anything you want.” He kisses your jaw.

“I’d build you anything you want.” He kisses your neck softly. 

You would’ve fallen to your knees had he not pulled away and chuckled at you, seeing how pathetic he made you for him so fast. 

“Fuck off, Joel.” You try to play it off like you weren’t going to risk it all had he kept going. 

He takes your hand once more and walks with you to the gift shop, his hand hardly leaving your waist as you meander around the store.

Torn between the pack of pens with different aquatic animals on the top and a turtle shaped beanie, you asked Joel which one you should get. 

Joel turns around from the little container of pins he was looking at and takes a good glance at the options. 

“What about this?” He holds up the metal pin that has a starfish printed on the center, with big ugly yellow letters that say, ‘I’m a star!’. 

You blink once at him and turn back around to hide your laugh. 

“That’s so goddamn stupid, Joel. I’d hate to be called a starfish.” You put the hat back and just as you look up, you see it. The stupid thing you want Joel to get you. 

Yanking the clownfish plush off the shelf, you grin widely and turn back around to him and shake it in his face.

“This, this is it. Isn’t it the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” You look back down at the stuffed animal, admiring all the details on it. Without missing a beat, Joel doesn’t look away from you and nods. “Yeah, it is.” 

-

On the drive home you stopped for food and ate in the parking lot while Joel gave you his typical old man history recap of all things Austin, Texas while you nodded like you were following the entire time. You caught most of it, but some stuff you were lost about and you didn’t have the heart to make him explain. Nodding and smiling usually did the trick.

Joel pulls into his driveway and stops right next to the little light pole on your side so you can see where you’re walking. Joel gets out after turning it off  and walks around the front of the truck to meet you halfway. With an arm stretched out towards you, he grabs it and holds it there for a moment. 

“Do you wanna maybe, um…see the new curtains I put up the other day?”

Your brows furrow and you can feel a laugh building up inside. 

“W-what? Are you inviting me in to look at your curtains?” You have to make sure you heard him correctly. This seems like Joel’s way of getting you inside but he won’t explicitly say it. He needs an innocent excuse to get you inside before he makes his move. 

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly and turns away causing his bicep to come into the light and grab your eyes. 

“Yeah, I am.” He refuses to elaborate or change his question to the truth, curtains is what he’s sticking with. 

“Well let’s go, Mr. Miller.” you reach up and pat his chest before heading towards his front door. 

“C’mon, you know I hate when you call me that.”

“I know, that’s why I love it.” 

He stands close enough behind you that you can feel his chest on your back while he unlocks the front door.

“Such a brat.”

The door swings wide open and you’re hit with the familiar smell that is Joel. The cologne with the faint scent of laundry detergent and somewhere a reed diffuser sitting neatly on a table. You take in all of the photos on the walls of him and Sarah, the home looking lived in and not empty. This is what you’ve been waiting on ever since you moved in. You wanted to see inside this house so badly. To see the room you’d constantly look down to when you couldn’t sleep and needed someone but he wasn’t awake. To see the room where you could hear every argument he had with Michelle over you. 

“Everything you thought it’d be in here?” Joel questions and walks from behind you to the stainless steel fridge in the next room over as you stand in the doorway of the living room. 

“It’s so cozy in here, I didn’t think it would be. Figured you’d have a lawn chair in here with a fold up table or something.” You joke and turn around with your arms crossed over your chest. 

Joel looks at you with a fake disappointed face and closes the fridge before grabbing the two beers off the counter he got out. 

“Don’t be a smartass, or I’ll have to fix that for you.” Joel states firmly, standing right next to you.”

With your breath caught in your throat, you take the beer from his hand hesitantly and think about whether or not you should say what you’re thinking. Fuck it though, right?

“Fix it how, Mr. Miller?” The playful tone in your voice makes Joel turn slowly towards you and sucks his teeth quickly before setting his beer down on the coffee table to the left of him. 

“What’d I say about calling me that. You just love to push my buttons don’t you? Gets you off knowing you’ve annoyed me for the day, huh?” 

You take another sip of your beer and smirk against the bottle. 

“Yeah, I do.” You answer confidently.

Joel’s strong arms wrap around you and tug you close against him which causes you both to grunt and he holds you there, his face inches away from yours. 

“And what if I told you every time you do that you make me wanna bend you over and have my way with you until you say you’re sorry?” 

There it is. 

You shutter a breath and meet his eyes which don’t seem so brown anymore. They’re dark with lust and it’s the one thing you’ve been wanting to see from him. 

“Doubt it, I don’t think you can break me.” 

Your lips ghost over his before they crash together and he groans in your mouth instantly as he picks you up for just a moment and walks you over to the dining room, setting you at the end of the table. You swing your legs as he steps back and admires how you look with the dim lighting around you. 

“You would want that, of course. Should’ve known you’re a dirty girl. Tell me how you want me, baby.” He leans in and holds the back of your neck as he trails kisses along your jaw and throat, trying to make you respond. 

The harsh but passionate kisses cloud your mind and you can’t answer fast enough. 

“Tell me pretty girl, tell me how I can make you feel so good and have you right where I want you.” 

God, you need him so badly. 

“I-I like it rough. Manhandle me but still make me feel wanted, like you can’t get enough of me.” 

Your answer coaxes out a groan from Joel and you can’t help but smirk. 

“Oh is that so? You want me to toss you around, maybe pin you down right here and give you that attitude adjustment I’ve been wanting to give you since I saw you on your dads porch?” Joel did one thing well, and it’s being condescending. 

He lays you down on the wooden table and pulls his hand out from the back of your neck and down the middle of your breasts slowly, all the way to the top of your pants. A scoff comes from his mouth and he tugs on the belt loop near your button. 

“‘I love older men’...so fuckin’ naughty. Have you ever been with one or are you just talkin’ a big game?” 

Joel undoes the button on your pants and wiggles his thick pointer finger inside the waistband of your panties, smoothing over your skin teasingly.

“N-no, I haven’t been with one yet.”

“Perfect. Now, take these off.” He yanks on your pants and stands still between your legs while you lift your hips up to shimmy them off. Halfway down your legs he grows impatient and shucks them off you, tossing them onto the floor. Joel kneels down and his face is dangerously close to your aching cunt. 

“Joel, please- I need you…I need you so damn bad.” You whine, grabbing at his hand that’s holding your waist. 

“You need me to what, baby? Use your words, I know you can do it.” He mocks. 

Colored embarrassed that he was wanting you to explicitly say you want him to eat your pussy was an understatement. You didn’t mind a challenge. 

“I want you to lick my pussy, Joel. I wanna feel your tongue on me and make me scream because you do it so well.” As soon as the words leave your lips, his tongue is licking at your wet panties. Tasting every bit of excitement he got from you until you whimper for him to do more. 

“You want me to show you what I can do, pretty girl?” 

Joel doesn’t wait for your answer and he grabs your hand, hooking your panties on your fingers to have you hold them to the side.

“Be a good girl and hold these for me, yeah?” 

You nod in response and close your eyes just in time for his warm tongue to flatten against your clit. His moans muffle against your folds as his hands grip your hips harder, pulling you close to his face as he laps at your soaking pussy. Quick and rough flicks from his tongue go against your clit and you can already feel your legs shake. Your back arches off the table and instantly your hand goes in his hair, gripping the salt and pepper little curls tightly. 

“Ohhh my-fucking god, Joellll!” You cry out and his right hand leaves your hip to the middle of your torso to pin you back down. 

“Stay still.” He commands and buries his face between your thighs, his beautiful nose bumping your 

clit. Your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and he groans louder the harder he licks at you, tasting every inch of skin he can get his mouth on. Joel rubs his thumb over your clit as he bites your thighs and follows with a soft slap to see how far he can push you. 

“Y-yes oh keep doing that, baby.” You whine and buck your hips to get more friction against his thumb. 

“So eager for me to make you come, darlin. God you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.” Joel growls out and takes his thumb off you for a moment and your eyes shoot open to see where the release you were needing, had gone. He admires the glistening slick coating his skin and licks it clean before connecting his tongue with your clit once more. 

“Say yes and I’ll let you come, okay?” Joel groans between licks and looks you in the eyes. 

You sit up more to look at him with a confused look on your face. 

“Say yes to w-what?” 

“Come work for me at my shop. Be my receptionist so I can see you all the time. I can’t fucking be apart from you all day anymore.” His licks get more passionate and fast, consistent against your overworked clit and you feel the pressure starting to build in the pit of your stomach. 

“What? Y-you want me-fuccck-to work with you?” you barely whimper out as you begin to pant and grind against his face.

Why did he want to bring this up right now? Was he afraid you’d say no so he waited until he had you in the palm of his hand to ask? Jokes on him, you wouldn’t have turned that down at all, anything to see him more than you were now, and you’d be getting paid to fuck off all day with him?

“Say yes.” He grunts and keeps going, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm. 

Your eyes close and your head falls back, moaning with every lick and every move of your hips you make against him. 

“Yes yes yes yes yes okay I will.” You squeak out and you come on his face, riding his tongue as you end up spacing out from the euphoric high. Never has a man ever made your ears ring from coming, until tonight. 

Joel gives your pussy sensual kisses before he trails them up your stomach until he gets to your lips. You kiss him eagerly and taste yourself on his tongue, already wanting more. 

“So I’ll see you there, Monday morning at 10 a.m..” He chuckles and kisses you a few more times before standing straight up and admiring the work he did on you. 

All spread out on the dining room table wasn’t how you saw tonight ending, but you got so much from today. A great date and a job, and head? You were a winner today. 

He grabs your hand and helps you up slowly, adjusting your panties the way he found them. You smile at him and look around for your jeans, groaning at the thought of putting them back on. 

“Hold on, stay there.” Joel says and he disappears around the corner to another room. He comes back with a pair of basketball shorts and hands them to you. 

“Here, put these on, baby.”  

Fresh warm shorts from the dryer. What a fucking gentleman. You put them on and get a chill immediately from how warm they are. 

“Can we watch a movie before I go home maybe?” You ask, not ready to leave his house quite yet. Joel nods and sits on the couch and you follow suit, cuddling yourself into his side. He finds something to watch on a streaming service and kisses your forehead. 

“Don’t fall asleep now, I can’t carry you to your house.” He jokes and you elbow his side playfully. 

Soon the TV sound was getting quieter and quieter as your eyes got heavy, until you were completely passed out in Joel’s arms, with him dozing off himself. Trying to fight his sleep to stay awake, he only lasts about ten more minutes before he grabs a blanket from the chair, covering you both up to sleep. 

[elliesdirtywifebeater]

smile for the camera!

pairing: needy dom!abby x sub afab!reader

summary: abby records you while you suck her strap cw: strap sucking, recording, oral, praising, strap fucking, overstimulation, pet names.

a/n: ignore how i havent posted in like 2 months and take this as an apology!

even though it isnt real abby loved it when you sucked her strap, she loved looking down at you seeing the faces you make. watching you touch yourself as your tongue worked around her cock. what she especially loved was recording you.. whenever you were away she'd watch the videos she would take of you. "fuck baby you always take me so well" abby huffed out, every thrust she made in your throat she could feel it rub against her clit. gathering your hair into her hand she had a firm grip on you "g-god i love that pretty mouth of yours.." she moaned out leaning her head back as her eyes closed, muffled moans escaped your lips as her cock went deeper in your mouth, gagging here and there. you rubbed yourself through your panties you were soaked and you couldnt get enough of her, you loved the feeling of her in your mouth. "you wanna touch yourself princess?" she asked in a low husk and she looked down at you as she pulled your head back a bit and you looked up at her through your eyelashes, glancing up at her phone as she recorded your pretty face on her cock. you hummed in response nodding your head eagerly, looking desperate. "go ahead and make yourself feel good baby, youve been so good for me.." she grunted out, you loved the noises you could make her do. with her permission you reached in your panties, drawing circles around your throbbing clit, you moaned against abbys cock more and you bobbed your head faster making the strap rub against her more. "fuck y/n.. just like that, youre doing so good baby" she mustered out between moans. you gripped her thigh with your free hand, it would probably leave a mark.

you felt abby's thrust pick up a bit, you could tell she was close from her shaky moans "m'gonna c-cum.. fuck" she huffed out as he grip on you tightened, her legs started shaking a bit as she hit her climax calling out your name dragging out the last bit. she almost dropped the phone. she pulled you off her cock and you let a breath out, panting. she grabbed your chin making you look up at her, you looked a mess with your hair everywhere and drool dripping down your chin as you looked up at the camera. "youre so pretty baby." she said in a sweet whisper giving you a kiss, as she pulled away you chased her lips a bit wanting more. "lay on the bed, ass up. now," she ordered and you mindlessly obeyed her. she sat down her phone, she was gonna need both hands for this. she got get getting behind you and grabbed your hips caressing you softly before slapping your ass, leaving a print. you jumped a bit surprised and a moan slipped out. you were dripping wet for her, the way it ran down your thigh drove abby crazy.. it made her feel so in control seeing the effect she had on you. "is all this for me sweetheart? you wanna cum don't you?" she said teasingly as her hand reached down and took her middle finger running it along your slit, sending chills down your spin making you moan softly "y-yes, i wanna cum.. please abby.." you pleaded out, you hated but loved her teasing at the same time. it just made you want her even more. "since you asked so nicely.." she said lowly, you felt her rub her cock against your slit teasing you before sliding inside of you slowly, you loved the way she stretched you out. "oh fuck" you muttered out between moans. "oh baby you're so tight.." she huffed out as she gripped your hips, pushing herself all the way in. she let you get comfortable for a bit before she started thrusting in you, slowly. her hands ran along your waist and ass. "a-abby.." you moaned out as you lightly gripped the blanket, "yes baby? c'mon use your words i know you can.." she said moaning softly "f-faster.. please." you begged, you knew she loved it when you begged. "as you wish my love" she mustered out, the grip she had on your waist tightened as her thrusts grew in pace making your moans grow louder, it was like music to her ears. "atta girl.." she grunted out through gritted teeth. you felt her reach her hands around your waist as she started rubbing circles on your clit adding extra stimulation. "o-oh m'god" you moaned out and her fingers moved faster matching the pace of her thrusting. her hand moved from your waist to your back pushing you into the bed as her thrusts grew rougher as she knew you were getting close. you gripped the blanket moaning out her name with curses following behind, your mind was just drawing blanks and all you could think about was how good she was making you feel. "cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my cock come on.." she huffed out

after a few more thrust you let out a loud breathy moan as you came all over her cock. but that didn't stop her.. she kept going, she took both her hands grabbing your waist slamming you against her. she couldn't get enough of hearing your pretty moans. you whimpered out as her thrusts became too much, "a-abby.. please.. s'too m-much.." you whimpered out, she got in a couple extra thrusts before she stopped. she was breathing heavy and as were you. you collapsed underneath of her holding onto the blanket still, feeling your legs shake still a bit. abby leaned down kissing your shoulder and neck leading up to your cheek leaving a sweet a kiss "you did such a good job babygirl, you took me so well" she said in a whisper against your ear "lets get you cleaned up"

[sempsimps]

toga head cannons + dating bits

so mha what a show i have been violently thrown back into it and currently re watching it along with another 4 animes anyway here i am ready to make this since I have like *checks notes * 16- nope 19- nope hold on 24! drafts and I can see more on the horizon so I'm finally letting my bisexual self get some crazy girls on my list

headcannons

She likes Hello Kitty. I think she would love Kuromi (I don't know for sure, as I've never watched it. I'm not really into Sanrio stuff.)

she has some skills with drawing but nothing too major. maybe a really good sketch once in a while, on some important documents (definitely got into a lot of trouble for doodling on her school books or anything like that. ik i did)

She chews on pens or pencils. possibly hoodie drawstrings, just anything, to be honest.

I feel like she loves dinosaurs, like at least knowing some random facts from like stolen picture books or remembering an interesting thing from a museum, and I guess the Internet exists

Dating stage

she has been rejected a few times, which is obvious, so when she finds you, she is nervous about falling fast yet again and getting left. again. but she can't help it, and when you say you feel the same, she could happily fight and die for you x10 more than she already felt like she would

Blood jewelry absolutely 100% like a pretty heart-shaped pendent that's suspiciously liquidy and a beautiful red like take all my money (I will for the precious bean)

She is a criminal, so getting more domestic dates is kind of difficult. so there's options 1 she drinks someone else's blood to disguise and just dresses different from them, so it's less obvious and go to a coffee shop or something. OR 2 screw the domestic stuff! and go out to steal sweets or candy and idk steal a shopping cart, go spray paint some rich guys house, and do stupid shit like getting arrested only to call dabi or shigaraki for help as you both laugh at how stupid that was.

She would love it if you knew how to style hair or let her style yours and be matching

Speaking of matching toga would absolutely have pj's/ onesies for the both of you. examples I can think of would be the night and light furry ones (I think they neat) also those two peice ones so sharing two sets like, skull top and pink short and then having pink tank top and skull trousers.

Love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and gift giving all the way. Holding hands? "Ah! We're holding hands haha, suck it, dabi your bitchless!". she needs soothing words during a cuddle session like fr tell her she's an amazing girlfriend. Anything you get her stuff like that is definitely her new bragging right, new hair clip? It's on, and she refuses to take it out until you do it yourself. A little pin it's going on her skirt, a keyring? She's putting at least two of those on the handle of her favourite knife. You made her a painting/ printed a photo/ wrote a poem or anything? It's getting framed and hung above her bed

She probably had lots of photos before you dated, but now she definitely has. 2 folders one is a digital file on her phone, and the other is stashed away, filled with secretly taken ones that she looks at when she misses you

If you're a hero, she'll make it a point to watch you and look at all your fan base online. "It's my turn on the TV my adorable partner is on." She would also want to go on every mission close to where your agency would be. If you have any merchandise, she has it already. If she sees other people wearing your clothing line, she would either compliment it or want to stab them (I can't decide)

That's all i can think of, and i want to do more, so anything else in the comments would be nice. im trying to ease my way into writing female characters. i might be bi, but i can't talk to women, so this was fun and a little difficult for me

[cyclesprefectpress]

hey hoo how's everybody doing. personally, not my best couple of months on record! and regrettably the first thing i drop when i get stressed is. text messages and social media accounts. which is ok but i've been delinquent on the online business management front and i feel i've been quiet here which i am sorry about because i do like talking about printing.

anyway i've got a bunch of WIP stuff piled up that I'm trying to get to! and some new projects i'd really like to finish this month. and i've also been doing a lot of long press feeds & many hours drawing on the light table and you know what this qualifies me to do. rate things on netflix (but ONLY if you aren't watching the screen):

dangerous lies: perfect non-watching watch experience. boy is it dumb but i always knew what was going on and also what was about to happen. the only thing i couldn't resist ogling was their fucking apartment which was SO big and tidily furnished when they're supposed to be barely making it financially. insane. 9/10

hypnotic: unfortunately this one is fun & good & doesn't waste your time with bad dialogue & i kept wanting to look up and pay attention to Kate Siegel's beautiful face which loses it points by this metric. 6/10

the boy next door: can you tell yet that i'm eternally searching for an erotic thriller that will stack up to Fatal Attraction. and failing. the problem is none of em have glenn close in em. this one sucks nuts 4/10

you get me: this is not what the erotic thriller is FOR. i want full adults torpedoing their own households and careers. teens making horny stupid decisions is just tuesday and the soundtrack is quite bad. 3/10

the nest: definitely not for not-watching. nobody is explaining themselves clearly for the audience or each other. it's also not at all scary, which was a surprise, but that's on me for having a one-note watching history and forgetting that dramas exist. 0/10, i sat down and watched it for real a day later and liked it quite a bit

deadly illusions: it's no Chloe but it is some very fun, greasy diner food of a movie. 8/10

the deliverance: hmmmmmmmm………………many people have more important opinions than me on this subject. i'll just say i was having a pretty nice time with some of the performances UNTIL i learned at the end that it was also about real people. so was the original Exorcist, distantly, and the distance sure does fucking help. 2/10

wild things: honestly a little hard to track what's happening without watching, because it's actually good & fun & there's like. real environmental details and mystery clues. good gravy it's crazy how hot Neve Campbell is all the time forever. 5/10, i was compelled to look up from my work table a lot

five star chef: completely bizarre conspicuous consumption experience. it's actually kind of nice not looking at the screen because i think the fullness of the view would make it way more uncomfortable. 7/10

selling sunset: unfortunately an extremely good non-watching show. now in a group i advocate for looking at the despicable houses together and tearing the decor to pieces, but as long as you're alone it is once again an improvement not to actually see the dollars and energy being dunked in the garbage and set on fire all over the curséd county of San Diego. glance up once every 10 minutes to see what they're wearing and you're gucci. 8/10

the perfect couple: a little challenging to follow at first if you're mostly identifying people by voices, but fun! nicole kidman is a delight; idk Eve Hewson from anything else but her character is made of uncooked spaghetti. as a person without Private Island Money i must protest for us, we're not generally this boring about it. 7/10

evil: netflix has been pestering me to watch this show for so long. they were right. it's bad & it scratches the monster of the week itch & the speed with which it simply, linguistically equates psychopath=literally possessed by demons is absolutely wild. i am currently stymied by the episode where they visit a monastery that's taken a vow of silence but someday i'll look up a summary and get past it. 6/10

culinary class wars (dubbed): i hadn't tried reality tv dubbing before and you know what, it's fine!! it does the job. there's absolutely no localization to make the jokes work in english or anything but that's a-ok. i really like the structure of this competition for some reason, and if the very annoying Class Warfare trappings make you uncomfortable like they did for me, be assured, they drop off pretty steeply after the first round and the actual participating chefs are perfectly respectful to each other. 10/10

[thelindenpapers]

"Yelling"

So I live in New York, you know.

New York is pretty interesting, lot of the time. You meet all kinds of people in New York.

The evidence is there, lining up to immerse your senses.

Any one street, you’re hearing Japanese accents, Pakistani accents, smatterings of Tamil.

You’re smellin’ veal parmesan one block, and griot another.

There’s Björk, there’s Otis Redding, and there’s Pedro Infante in your ears.

If I could tell you, I’d say you meet everyone in New York.

But that’s what’s sad about it, too, sometimes.

Sometimes you meet people, and they’re broken. Broken people, you know, and you don’t know how they’d fix it.

I’m walking down the street coming back from my job.

I can’t wait to get to the train: ‘cause I got off early, and I know that the train will probably be nice and quiet. There’s always plenty of room, IF you ride in the off-peak hours.

I’m looking forward to my book, or to staring out of the window; thinking.

The sky is that cloudy that it gets when everything is tinged blue. Real peaceful and calm.

And I go past a wall, and it’s got these ‘Missing’ posters plastered all over it...

Idly, I take a look.

...Shame.

Real pretty girl. Dark hair, dark eyes…that ‘natural’ kind of pretty.

Clean and neat. Dressed, almost, like a doll.

The accompanying message pleads for her return in neatly printed type, but then I notice:

On about half of ‘em, the ‘Missing’ part is crossed out.

In frantic black marker, a different message is scrawled:

‘No, not missing!!! ‘Please, not look for her, leave her in peace! She’s dead.’

Soooo…. That's creepy.

I’m gettin’ off topic.

Like always, I’m walking down the street, and there are lots of other people walking...going my way, coming towards me, going past me…

You don’t really look at other people in New York.

Everybody’s got their minds on where they gotta go.

Now and again, though, I’ll look.

Because I like to think and write and do portraits when I’ve got free time.

Sometimes, I’ll see someone I want to draw when I get home, you know? There’s all kinds of people in New York.

But there’s this one woman, coming towards me to go past me, and I just know.

This woman is broken. She’s broken real good.

And then, I think maybe she’s not gonna go past me, you know, because she’s not like everyone else:

She’s looking around at everybody, like I am.

She spots me before I can look away.

She sees me lookin’; so she starts heading towards me and now I know she’s not gonna go past.

This woman.

She got some kind of accent on her I can’t place.

I know, because before she even gets to me, she’s talking really loud.

The other people, they weren’t looking in the first place, and they’re sure as shit not looking now!

I try to evade her, but they make a constantly walking bubble around us; making room for us like we was a floor show.

And she says, as she comes towards me:

“He’s a good man, you know? He’s a real good man. But he don’t think, you get it? He tries his best not to think. See, if no think, there no understand! That’s what cause everything!”

I try not to be rude.

I say, “Oh, lady, look. I’m sorry. I got a train to catch.”

I try backing off. But she catches my arm.

She’s not trying to hurt me or nothin’. She’s not hurting me with her hand on my arm, but I look at her��and I can’t.

I can’t pull away.

She’s hanging on like she needs so, so bad to be heard.

And I can’t help but stand there, and now people are looking at us as they go past: because I’m not complaining, and they think that I should.

They think I’m crazy, now. Maybe I am.

So while this lady is talking, I figure, well. I better go ahead and look real hard at ‘er...

Yeah, she’s broken.

But I might want to draw her.

She’s real interesting.

It strikes me, that she doesn’t dress like she’s broken.

It’s a little like she’s white collar, a little like she’s come from a costume party.

No rags, no dirt. Skin nice, taken care of….even though she has this zombie look in the lines of her face…like she’s been dead inside a long time.

She’s got this smart, smart, short dress on that would be real risque if she weren’t wearing anything underneath it. So silky and smooth: a dark-wine-red with a purple sheen to it. DARK purple sheen. Like a bruise, and the red silk color underneath is blood.

She got cleavage hanging out, but not like she put it there to be stared at. More like that’s just who she is. She’s sexy, but I can’t imagine anyone objectifying her, less they were a fool. You could take her all you want if she lets you, but she’s herself and you had better show respect.

It’s the way she stands, maybe.

She got on this black blazer, but with silver buckles, like the goths wear, and freshly pressed black suit pants underneath the dress.

Her lipstick is dark, and her hair and her eyes: dark. She’s got a black eyepatch made of damask silk and a freakin’ crow on her shoulder--

I flinch a little when I realize that that crow is really real: sitting there lookin' at me calm as fuck.

And her eyeshadow is that same purple sheen that’s like bruises over her eyes.

Bruises on purpose, bruises real particular. Chosen bruises, like.

What she’s saying finally gets through to me:

“--but I was so careful, you know???

"I spend seven years, dating him, talking to him. Trying to make sure he’s right.

"And he is right! I spend seven years, I give him seven years….the last years of my youth! But he’s nice and he’s smart and he’s sexy and he says he’ll take care of me. And he loves me so much, and back then, I love him like Romeo and Juliet.

"And he proposes! "He propose all elaborate; everyone, they think like it fairy tale! They joke how I so lucky, an older woman courted for so long by a younger man, they amazed, so good of him! "My young, handsome, kind, genius of a man, he says, ‘Let’s marry!’

"So we do! "We do get married, you know, and he’s a good man! He says he’s a good man, and he is a good man.

"We both of us immigrants. And our parents so proud. We both virgins, you know?”

She gestures with her hands and leans in as she talks. Staring hard, trying to keep my gaze.

And she’s saying, “I did everything I could. I tried to be the best wife ever, you know? Because he was best husband ever.

"I cook and I clean and I make these beautiful lunches for him. And I laugh with him and talk with him and massage his back every night and I dress nice all time, you know, even when we don’t go anywhere. I work hard on dinners and I present them just so, you see?

"All the time, I looking at him.

"Heh. He complain about it, that’s how much. He say, loving looks from across the room, they're creepy.

"But I can’t help it. I so in love. And he, I can tell, he’s so in love.

"But he won’t…he won’t take me, you know? There’s no whatcha’ call it. No make love.

"I don’t understand, ‘cause he like to tease me all the time before, you know? Make me swoon so I can’t stand.

"He so proud, that I have this high libido. Say he gonna take me all different ways, once we’re married. But my man, still, he won’t make love to me, and I don’t know why.”

I look her in the eye. I can see, oh, she is beyond broken.

And I don’t know how to pull away, even though her hand on my arm is gentle, I could pull away, you see.

But I don’t know how.

“I think it all my fault!

"I do something wrong, I dunno what.

"So I try even harder, you understand?

"I dress even nicer. And I look up all these articles and books about sex and marriage and everything.

"And they tell me what I already know:

"Something wrong?

"Then wife is wrong.

"Wife need to fix.

"So I try the solutions they say. But there’s nothing doing, you understand?

"And it gets so I’m going mad.

"So I keep my voice down, nice, quiet, like wife is supposed to -- but I ask him, "‘Is there maybe pressures at your job?’ "And he says, ‘No, honey, I love my job.’

"And I say, ‘Are you not attracted me?’ "And he says, ‘No, honey, I am, very so! I love you more than anyone in my whole life. You make me feel everything! You’re beautiful.’

"And one day, you know, he finds me crying alone, because I need so bad, and yet, who, who I going to go to?

"There only him for me.

"I’m wracking my brain, my brain to pieces, and I can’t understand why he won’t take me. I ask him, ‘Why won’t you make me your own? You always said you were looking forward to it. Did I do something wrong?’

"And he says, ‘Don’t worry, honey. We will one day, I promise.’

"So I wait, you know?

"I keep quieter now. I no want to nag. But I trying to dress even better. "I get all these lovely frilly things, you know, the nice dresses -- simple and fresh and alive, like doll.

"I’m not young anymore, you know, I’m almost forty. But I look young. He always say, I’m ‘his girl’. So I dress like a girl.

"I dress like I feel, like I’m young, and in love…because I am in love, and if my young man says I’m young, then I’m young.

"Still, I’m desperate. I want him so bad.

"But you know, I reason with him and I talk to him and I love him hard as I can, and I flirt, and I cry sometimes and I try to not cry in front of him and I keep asking him, maybe only once, twice a month now, you know? ‘Cause he work hard, and I don’t want to bother him too much.

"But now and again, I say calmly as I can, ‘Love, when will you make me your own?’ And he calms me and hugs me and says, ‘Have patience. It will happen.’

"Each time there opportunity, he have all kind excuses.

"He tired.

"He not feel well.

"He already touch himself today.

"I not give him enough protein.

"One day, he says that kind of passion that I ask for, yes?, ‘No exist’.

"….I think maybe he lost it.

"I KNOW it exist!

"One day, he says to me, 'Maybe if you need sex so much, you should just have fantasy lover!'

"….If that’s what I want, hey, why I get married?!?!!”

She giggles in this strangled voice, in disbelief….like someone about to die by the hand of something stupid and all wrong,

“WHAT? Why, why I no get my own place, live with my imaginary husband somewhere, if that what I wanted from this life?!’

"...But I think, 'Maybe, maybe is something I don’t know about, hey?

"He always smarter than me. "‘I be patient. I wait. I just trust him. "‘Woman supposed to trust her man, hey? If you're a good woman, you do. If you trust God, you do.'

"...And our first Anniversary pass.

"And I say to him, with last, last scrap of dignity in me, I say, ‘Honey, you know, maybe you let us have whatcha’ call it. ‘Open’ marriage, yes?

"'I stay with you, you no worry. I always stay. Always you and me. Always, I come home to you, I take care of you, cook, clean, sit, listen, all good.

"'But maybe I go once in a while and find someone take care my need?'

"But he refuse. "He no share me, he say.

"I all his, he love me too much.

"He wouldn’t be able to take it. He would be too sad.

"He will kill himself.

"So I try. "I still try wait, I tell him, I wait for him, I be patient...

"Months pass, and I think I can still go on, and I must go on, I promised to go on–

"But I can’t.

"I go on, but I don’t, you know?

"Because I-I can’t. I’m just not that strong, though I thought I could be if I tried hard enough, like a good christian girl.

"If I was good enough, if I pray enough, pray hard enough, then I make it!

"God will show me I’m loved.

"My husband, he will show me romance and care and concern and consideration and lust.

"True love will win!

"...But is no good.

"I wake up on the floor.

"I get up.

"But there I am, still there, lying on floor.”

I stare real hard at the woman.

I don’t know what she wants me to say.

Maybe she doesn’t want me to say anything.

She doesn’t seem upset that I’m not sayin' nothing, and that’s real good, ‘cause I tell you, I don’t know what to say. I don’t say shit. I just stare back. She and the crow staring at me.

“Do you see?!”, she whispers savagely.

“Do you know what I mean?: I wake up on the floor; but there I am!

"In front of me, with real flesh.

"A young girl, a young girl in love, smiling, in a really cute dress, with frills, with pretty pink perfect make-up, and a recipe in her hand for good, thick steaks that night.

"Lying on floor.

"She dead.

"I can see my face, and it look like always, with her beautiful two eyes, and I close them careful.

"I think maybe I imagine her.

"But when I bend; touch her side, she real.

"Cold.

"And there no breath.

"I feel her ribcage is sticking out under her skin like winter branch…

"…..She was like in dungeon…you understand?

"That’s me. Died. Craved and worried and pined away in pain, all alone.

"I died. I died.

"I couldn’t help it.

"I tried. But, I… Froze to death, or. "What word? "‘Starved’, like.”

Now you know that’s crazy. I don’t believe her for one minute...

But I look in her one eye, and I know she’s not lying.

And just like that, I get vertigo, you know?

Like someone took the pavement while I was still standing on it and shook it out.

I quickly widen my stance so I don’t fall.

I don’t know what to say. I wish she’d shut up.

But I'm the one who shuts up.

She keeps talking:

“What am I going to do??

"Stuff around house always needs taking care of, constantly.

"I lying on floor, I gotta take care of it.

"So I take the shovel, you know, and I go to the undertaker and I buy me a plot with my housewife allowance--

"I don’t know what else to do.

"I know she’s dead. "And I know she’s me. "And I know, I know I’m dead.

"And I know, if his parents knew, or if my parents knew, she would be so ashame.

"And he’d be so angry. Or so sad, that he kill himself.

"I can’t tell anyone. "I can’t.

"But she was a good girl, you know? "She was such a good girl.

"Giving. God-fearing.

"So it’s not good, to just have her lying on the floor, with her last thoughts of steak.

"And I can’t do the vacuuming later that way, with her lying on floor.

"So I burn the recipe in the oven real good, you know, and I take me and I bury me in the plot, with prayers and everything.

"Dead.

"She was a good girl. I made sure she had a proper, respectful burial, with hymns, you know? She tried real hard.

"It was sad, I felt sorry. "It shouldn’t have gone that way, she did what she was supposed to do; she tried to be good!

"She didn’t have to, didn’t have to break.

"To die.

"I did everything I could.

"And my husband comes home, and I don’t ask him about nothing no more, but I tell him I died and he thinks I’m joking.

"He laugh.

"So I shrug and I serve the dinner and it’s delicious.

"But in months to follow, maybe I don’t bother so much about the gravy coming out just so anymore.

"And you know, maybe I don’t bother about dressing up just so anymore.

"Or rather, I dress different: to please me, to express who I am, rather than to please him and to impress he friends.

"And maybe sometime, we have hot dog. Take-out.

"I wear my jeans now, and my t-shirts when we’re home, and I watch things all by myself now, I watch the stuff that I like to watch, and go to sleep whenever is good. I don’t wait for him no more.

"And maybe I’m slower when filling up the dishwasher, and now I only have one eye, and I even put my ring away, but you know what?

"He doesn’t notice.

"Doesn’t notice a thing to change.

"And I’m like a zombie, but what am I going to do?

"I could walk down the street naked and walk and walk far as I can, until I can’t walk one step more.

"What’s going to change?

"I have no income myself. Not a lot of education.

"I give up a good job, WITH benefits, WITH pension – I give up family and friends and my home for come to live with him.

"I have nowhere to go…I don’t want to go, go back to my own country.

"And I’m dead. "The dead don’t… "They don’t go back. "And they don’t come back.

"So I say to myself one day when he’s at work, ‘Well, if I’m dead I’m dead, but I can still think.

"'So if I can still think, I can still dream, can’t I?

"'So maybe I’ll have that fantasy lover now.'

"What else I do?

"So in my mind, I think up someone.

"I make him someone who turn me on.

"Someone good, but maybe more ‘there’.

"Someone as old as me -- no!! A little bit older!!!

"And I tell him who I am, I open up my soul so he can see it.

"I tell him everything that happened, and I tell him what I need, like it job interview.

"And I ask him if he consent.

"And he says, ‘Yeah, I consent.’ With smile real big.

"So in my mind we spend time together.

"And I’m dead, and he’s imaginary, so who cares, right?

"Only living people go crazy. Only living people hallucinate--”

I…

Feel kinda’ like I’m going to go to sleep, listening to her, and I don’t know why.

The peaceful blue.

It’s as if the air is a sponge, and the cloud blue daylight is silk that is soaked into the sponge, and it keeps pressing in, on my skin, on my mind.

I feel so still.

What is it about today?

Everything’s silk, and each moment, everything except her gets more silent.

But I still stand there, ‘cause I got offa’ work early anyway.

I don’t have nowhere I need to be right now.

But God is she broken, and she’s gotta get heard and no one else will do it.

And it feels urgent, you know?

And I was already standing there for that long anyway, right?

So what does it hurt if I stand there a little more?

Besides, I need to draw her later.

I can at least do this for her.

“So you know what?”, she says. “After a little while, my imaginary man, he helps me take me.

"One day, when my widower husband’s at work, we watch something nice…whatcha’ call it.

"Sophisticated. Cultured. And we talk and listen to good jazz and dance together and have some wine.

"Even have candles. So many things that I like, that I hadn't enjoy ever since I marry...

"It so funny.

"I feel my whole age, and it feel…

"It feel nice. It feel okay.

"And I had bought something hygienic for me from sex shop, with my tax refund from my last job.

"And I lay down, and I take me, okay?

"You know, I shoulda’ done it sooner.

"It’s like something crazy, ‘cause I still a believer, you know?

"I still think I have a soul. Still there creative force.

"But that force creates with us, with beings who create ourselves.

"And now I’ve abandoned it: idea other believers dragged up from the sand so long ago:

"About women, being owned -- always, they gotta be owned by someone -- that women be owned by their fathers until he give her to some man who will take her and make her their own.

"That good women never take for themselves -- they always too busy giving to everyone else, and then, MAYBE, someone nice to them who appreciate give to them in return.

"But no.

"No, I do it.

"I claim me, I make me my own, and this imaginary guy, he helps me do it, helps me, cause I so scared to do it.

"He help me, to get over the fear and indignity and embarrassment and shame and regret.

"I do it, but he make it all romantic and sexy, ‘cause he there.

"And you know what?

"That imaginary man, in the weeks that follow, he love me.

"He love me like I don’t know what. Even though I’m dead.

"I’ve never been loved like that before.

"I never allowed anyone, because I tried so hard to be good girl: for parents, and for whoever my husband would be.

"My imaginary man and I…we two people, not one, like they say in movies.

"We are ourselves. "We meet as equal.

"He like many things that I like.

"We spend time together, cook together. He make me laugh when I alone doing laundry. He walk out into the sun with me, holding hands.

"He like kiss, cuddle. Stroke. Sex -- sex simple; sex varied -- plenty of it!

"He gaze into my eye, unflinching.

"He talks to me, like he knows I’m THERE.

"He never look through me.

"He likes it, when I look at him all sparkly eye: he give me this proud smirk.

"He know I with him, and he CARE that I with him.

"He LIKES me!

"And he doesn’t let me to slow down; to stop, like the dead are supposed to.

"He encourage me, ‘GO. Go ahead, do this and do that which you thinking about, because you can do it. Because life is to be lived’, so I no sit around complacent and dazed; I would have otherwise.

"‘Death for later.’, he say, ‘Life now.’

"I do good things for myself…I do what?

"‘Self-care’, I think they call it. I try study all kinds of things, try and figure out if there another way for me to be.

"And I get happier, you know?

"Being with my imaginary man, he so good, so sexy and so sweet, and so strong.

"And he so, SO happy and proud when I am strong; when I learn things and when I do things, he is not frightened -- it no bother him, for me to succeed.

"I get happier and I get to where I don’t care.

"And I don’t care so much; that I’m alive again.

"But I’m not me, not who I was, not a girl.

"I’m still buried.

"The girl is buried.

"I’m something different.

"I’m a woman, but not because I took myself, you know?

"I’m a woman because I decided.

"I decided something, for me…and that something was to take myself, but you know, it could have been anything.

"Anything at all.

"It didn’t have to be the sex.

"But my husband, he finally realize I’m not me, because to him I look so sad when he’s around.

"Because when he around, I can’t be all new, always growing, like the living should be. He has expectations, assumptions, you know?

"And the assumptions, is like cage.

"I tell him, ‘I’m not sad, but I’m a woman now, you know.

"'Things are different for me. Did you no notice? I dress different now, I don’t dress like a girl anymore.

"'And maybe you don’t get a massage every night, did you no notice?

"'And I don’t cry no more and I don’t want you in that way no more.

"'I’m tired of wanting so much, wanting for almost ten years wanting you.’

"But he doesn’t believe me and he cries and he begs me not to leave him, even though I want to, even though he knows I can't.

"I want to go out there, you know?

"I…I not so good girl anymore.

"There a lot of men. Some of them won’t want me, like people told me, because my age. But I’ve looked now, when I walking. I know now, some of the men will.

"It would be fun. We would meet as equal, too: I give, they give.

"And, maybe I find one of them understand more. Not as deep as imaginary man understands…he’s not corporeal, it like he have cheat sheet!

"But another man might understand more than husband does, at least.

"I stay, because I can't leave.

"Husband, and husband's parents, they set everything up that way.

"But at least I got my imaginary lover.

"I start go to bars, you know? I get drink, to forget sometimes.

"I think to myself, ‘What has he done to me? I was so in love. He only had to take me and see me and treat me right.'

"I want to leave. Right now, start my life over cleanly. Or at least to cheat. To find someone nice, and love and be loved.

"To get it all back…the adoration, the touch of other men that I was offered, but that I rejected…because I was told that ‘they didn’t mean it’, that they offered ‘in order to hurt me’, and because I was ‘saving it up for my future husband’.

"I want to flirt. "To banter. "Maybe show off, do a portrait like I used to. Men used to say, I ‘have charm’, hey? "And 'wit'.

"…I used to fidget or hide my gaze when they said that.

"Hang my hair in my face.

"No more.

"I want to hear them say that, and smile at them.

"Turn charm up.

"Hear them sigh with their friends when they think I not notice.

"See their eyes, the desire in them.

"Choose one, if there’s one I want, and share me with them.

"To know what it’s like, to get flowers.

"Maybe I even find immigrant from my own country…modern man, but one who know my culture, understand my struggle.

"I want to experience it all, everything that I denied myself.

"But my husband, make me second guess, all time.

"My husband, you know, he say, he no believe I say these things! He say it -- quietly, kindly -- but he make me feel bad, saying, ‘We make vow. We promised, before God. We make commitment.’

"He say he will honor his commitment, even if I decide I no want to anymore, to be married. Even if I leave, he keep commitment.

"It drive me up wall!

"I look at him, I think to myself,

"‘Why? Why do you do this to me? You, you did this first, not me!

"'You leave me first!

"'Is your neglect no break of commitment?

"'Is you lie, you sabotage my goals, and push and push me away no break of commitment? Is my crying alone while he at work, feeling so lonely that I should die, that I did die, of no consequence?

"'I tried talk, I tried warn him, I stop wearing ring -- and he pat me on head, or say talking make him too sad -- all that no matter? Was that not break his commitment?'

"So, you understand, I go drinking, everybody drink, people will listen, even if they would not listen sober.

"And I ask them, I tell them what happen, I ask, ‘Am I being bad? He give me so much. Did I ask too much from him?’

"And they look at me, like I crazy.

"Some women, they say, ‘I would have leave after first THREE weeks, never mind fifteen months or years!’

"Some men, they say, ‘Is he really serious??? That’s--’ --what they say?

"There a word for it.

"‘Spousal neglect.’

"They say I could get annulment, it be like neither of us were ever married because…’consummated’.

"Marriage not consummated.

"They also laugh, think I a crazy woman -- a wife who wants sex, hey? They ‘never heard of it before’.

"The women, they no laugh.

"There are more wives like me, hurting also, everyone think they crazy because they want sex.

"Only a man supposed to want sex, right? Lots of it.

"Or, if you a woman and you want sex, it because you harlot.

"Some look down on me.

"Understand?

"Before I died, I would have look down on me, too.

"I would have hated me.

"I would have said, ‘She evil.’

"But the other women and I, we talk a long time.

"And those women, they know:

"Men who want sex. Men who don’t want sex. Men who only want a little.

"Women who don’t want sex. Women who only want a little. Some women, they want lots, just like some men.

"We agree: it not so simple.

"Whether or not you want sex, and how much sex, and from whom, and what kind, is not about whether man or wife.

"It ridiculous—is no prude, is no slut! "It depends on individual.

"It’s wired in. Into flesh and into your bones…

"...It make me glad I no ever guilt husband into take me.

"...He’s one of those, isn’t he?

"Probably couldn’t tell anybody…because, just like I ‘crazy woman’, maybe they call him ‘crazy man’, right?

"Man no want sex, no want romance, they never heard of it before, right?

"These assumptions. "They kill everyone.

"Anyway.

"Some of the women who hurt, they hurt long, long time. Years…decades!

"Others, they surprise I last so long! They think I made of steel!

"But I still die, huh? "Even steel breaks.

"But you know, I yell at him now, my widower husband.

"And sometime he laughs, and sometime he stares, and sometime he ignores. And I feel so bad for yelling at him.

"But I still do it, now and again, and he tries to touch me and I tell him to go away and he laughs some more and waits till later.

"He want now, now he want to take me!

"He say he understand now, that I need and that he should give to me.

"He talk more and more about kids now. Kids!

"But he doesn’t understand. Not at all.

"It so hard. When I was alive, I wanted him to touch me, so so so much.

"I would have kill for him to take me.

"But now that I’m dead, there’s too much memory, you know?

"Too much resentment.

"I think about it now, and when I think of him trying to take me I cry…because when I think of him taking me, I re-live the wondering and the questioning and the waiting and the wanting and the rejection and the need and the pain and the pain and the so-much confusion and so-much shame.

"I re-live it and I don’t want him no more…not like that.

"How wonderful it would have been, if we had just stayed friends!

"And then I help him maybe, find a nice girl with low libido, too, who no mind if he don’t take her. A girl who don’t remember no pain from him, who want same kind of life he want: of just stay still, of no do things, and no go anywhere, of no look at each other, of live only because your parents want you alive and married – not because you're alive, and in love.

"He deserves wonderful, sweet girl who in love with him deep and is satisfied with all he can give.

"Anyone deserves that.

"He have a lot to give, yes? "Like anyone.

"But don’t, don’t give me his pity touches after the fact.

"After the death.

"Don’t give me because I say I have to leave one day.

"My imaginary man…he gives me because it’s something to share, to savor, wanting me like I want him, glad to want me, relaxed, confident in it, ravenous for it and I give it and I receive it, too, easy and natural as raindrops.

"Because he wants to. "Not because he’s afraid I’ll leave.

"Hell, why would he be afraid?

"He understands that I’m dead and that he’s imaginary.

"There isn’t any ‘there’, so there isn’t any ‘leave’.

"I feel so, so whole, when with him.

"I understand, it not my fault.

"And it’s okay, to be woman and feel this way, to crave so much.

"I was born to love. I was built to be loved.

"It’s in my blood, it part of me, and it’s okay.

"And I can be all of me with a man, not just pieces, only the pieces they like.

"It better, it healthier, when I get to be all of me.

"So yeah.

"I yell at him now, my smart-stupid husband.

"Because now, a couple times a week, I see him get the shovel.

"And I know where he’s going.

"He goes to the grave I bought, and I tell him, ‘Don’t you do it! Don’t you do it, she tried everything!!!

"'She was good girl, she deserves peace, she should have respect. Let her rest! Don’t you know she’s dead?’

"But he doesn’t believe me.

"He doesn’t want to believe she’s dead, the girl.

"He wants to believe she’s shining and buried alive and that he can save her.

"So he digs and I yell at him!

"He wants to dig up the corpse of the dead girl to love him again.

"And he shovel, and the dirt comes back to hit me in the face: the live woman!

"He’d bury me if he could. If he could admit to himself clearly that he prefers things that way: me, the live woman, dead, breathing and buried, and the dead girl exposed, ashamed and aching in the too-bright air with not a breath in her--”

I gasp inwards, desperate, as if drowning.

That’s it. The last straw.

And I let the gasp out in a sudden scream:

“Alright!!! Alright, lady, alright already!”

Her eye goes wide, and she flinches, the crow fidgeting and flapping on her shoulder.

I pant, “I get you. I heard you. Okay? Understand? It’s alright. You’ve been heard!

"I’m gonna go now!”

And I don’t have to pull to get my arm back: her hand drops.

And I woulda’ run the rest of the way to the train.

But I’m too dazed to do it.

...I walk away as if I’m never gonna stop walking.

As if I’m gonna walk until I can’t walk anymore.

But slowly the sound comes back to the world. Even if everything is still blue.

So I keep going.

So I finally get to the train station, you know.

And it’s started to rain a little….the scattered, warm, heavy drops that’s real slow and don’t really wet you. Just makes dark dots all over the pavement.

And I’m right: the train that arrives is mostly empty, and that makes me feel real good, because my dogs are barking and so is my head.

...There’s no way I’ll be able to read my book.

Was looking forward to it, too…something about a steamy romance, high fantasy and adventure.

But there’s just no way.

Somehow, romance is not alive in my head right now.

It’s dead.

Like the Woman.

…No.

Like the Girl.

...I feel tired.

But you know….the train takes off like always.

It’ll be good, to get home.

I’m thinking I’ll cook curry tonight.

…But…I shit you not, I can’t even.

I can’t even, cause you know…ten minutes into the trip, there’s always this cemetery we pass by.

And it’s usually empty unless there’s a funeral, all the stones at peace.

Except not today.

There’s one stone that’s not at peace,

I SHIT YOU NOT,

this guy is there, and has this huge poster on display next to the gravestone, of a young girl: dark-haired, dark-eyed, glowing, she looks like she’s not quite from here.

And she’s got on this frilly cute dress, on the poster.

And on the poster, the sun is shining brightly, not one cloud in the sky.

And the girl on the poster’s smiling so hard she looks like she’ll break.

And he’s got flowers circled all around the poster, and he’s smiling so hard it looks like he’ll break.

And there’s banners in the trees, saying, ‘Welcome Back! Welcome Home!’

And he’s got a shovel, you know, and I can see it: his mouth moving, giving all these assurances and placations to the cold, cold ground, and he’s digging like mad.

To get at the poor girl’s dead corpse.

And there’s the smart-dressed woman with the crow on her shoulder and her one remaining eye, and she’s yelling at him.

[memorydragon]

If you're thinking Mem, you haven't spoken this much in years! What's wrong with you!?

Po Yun and Tun Hai are what's wrong with me. And if no one else is going to be shouting to the void about it, I will do it myself. (You should be glad that the majority of Huai Shang's novels are a flat out hard no for me, otherwise you'd probably never hear the end of it)

Misconceptions get a bad rep in plot, largely due to people hating on when misconceptions are done poorly. This happens quite a lot, because the misconceptions draw on for too long and honestly, just talk to each other. Swallowing the Seas starts with misconceptions, but honestly, I thought it was done really well.

For starters, the misconceptions start from things that are in character. Wu Yu has been in the South City Sub-bureau for two months prior to the start of the start of the action. During that time, he worked the bare minimum, made no real contributions, and was there because one of the higher ups said he's on the team.

Bu Chonghua, one of the youngest Captains in Criminal Investigation sees this guy who got in through the back door and immediately hates him. Bu Chonghua may have come from an illustrious background, but he also worked really fucking hard to get where he is. He worked that hard because he watched as his parents were murdered in front of him when he was nine years old, and he's been told he had to live to get revenge and take down the drug lord who ordered the hit. He sees the murder victims who come across his desk as people who are still waiting for justice, just like he is, and he'll be damned if they don't get it, no matter what the personal cost to himself.

So when this guy is put on his team without warning, and he's told to play nice with the new guy because the top brass want him there, Bu Chonghua is ready to pick every single fight until Wu Yu finally gives up and leaves. He has no time for someone who just wants a paycheck from the government. The only ones who can keep someone from murdering a second or third victim is them, and Wu Yu isn't cutting it.

What he doesn't know is that Wu Yu is essentially in Witness Protection, because the higher ups thought it was a brilliant idea not to tell anyone. Wu Yu faked his results in therapy because he assumed it was something he needed a good grade in (Listen, I'm really fucked up over the fact that Wu Yu had never heard of the term ptsd until Bu Chonghua explains it and brutally shuts down any talk of someone with ptsd being weak or crazy. They never thought to explain it to him. As someone who has watched the government do fuck all for someone in my family, even knowing it wasn't all their fault, it hits hard). That he spent twelve years undercover, ten of which were when he was abandoned by everyone his superiors, while he was on the front lines and still doing the one person who mattered to him's his damned job, infiltrating drug rings, finally getting to the top. That when he was finally pulled out, the one person who knew what he'd done and held his future in his hands jumped to his death before giving Wu Yu the credit.

When Bu Chonghua realizes Wu Yu is inexplicably in intense physical pain, he spends half the day trying to force Wu Yu to admit it, then drags him to the hospital and pays the bill and starts to notice that Wu Yu is constantly on guard of something, even if he doesn't know what. He observes more, stops picking fights and takes a knife that should have gone through Wu Yu's head with his shoulder. He resents that Wu Yu sees him as the same sort of person who would sacrifice their agent to make the arrest, but he resents that Wu Yu is apparently so disgusted with him that he won't eat anything Bu Chonghua has touched, but he's backed off and will bide his time to prove it. He's no longer picking fights, instead looking out for Wu Yu, telling him not to fight the victim's family in front of cameras and hiding the knife with Wu Yu's finger prints (no, really, is it Coproganda when oh my fucking god, if this weren't fiction there are So Many Things Wrong with this. I mean obviously it's coproganda because this is considered helping the protag, but hi, I did not need more reasons to be terrified of the police here) because he's going to prove it.

Wu Yu just wants enough money to retire from the world and never interact with anyone again. He has not integrated in the society that never wanted him, though he knows how to keep his head down and pretend because he's been undercover for so long, what's a few more years? He enters illegal boxing rings to get more money, fights absolutely brutally to win, because he's still on the front lines even when he's supposed to be 'safe' and 'home'. He's never had 'home' so he doesn't recognize it. He recognizes drugs, because he's been a dealer since he was child. He hates drugs because he has no other way to survive. He hates cops, because he's been on the other side for too long and knows how terrible they are.

So when he sees Bu Chonghua, an elite who has enough money to do whatever he wants, who went to good schools and never had to worry about anything, Wu Yu hates him. He sees the arrogance and pride that comes from someone who has never wanted for anything, has never had to struggle for anything. He knows how hollow words like 'justice' and 'honor' are and sees Bu Chonghua as everything he's ever wanted but could never have.

What he doesn't know is that Bu Chonghua is the child he risked his life to save when he was trying to illegally cross the border, the child that he gave up his chance at a new life for, because he over heard how the drug dealers were taking a detour to torture and kill a couple of cops to find out the identity of the undercover agent who hurt their boss. That even though he ran as fast as he could to warn them, all he managed to do was drag the child into the closet and restrain him as his parents are shot in front of him, let the nine year old bite his palm hard enough to draw blood to keep him from crying out. That Bu Chonghua is the child he dragged out of the house the drug dealers set on fire and ran with desperately until the kid couldn't run anymore. How he was only a year or two older than the kid who just wanted to go back and be with his parents, but he tells him that he has to live to get revenge. And as he leaves his blood on the boy's cheek before he hides the kid and bolts off to lead the drug dealers away, never to be part of that life again. He doesn't know how that small moment will do what the man who didn't jump off the roof could not.

He doesn't know how Bu Chonghua will literally walk through fire and water to get to him, because he's been chasing after Wu Yu for twenty years, and no matter how dangerous it is, he'll come to find him. That Bu Chonghua refuses to accept this fate, and will tell the officer that the person dying in the fire is under his command, and he willingly chooses die as well, because that's called Devotion. (If you're asking, Mem, are you okay? No, I'm fucking no where near okay, that's called devotion and I'm a perfectly acceptable level of unhinged about that, thank you very much)

But he sees Bu Chonghua taking the knife for him, and he reconsiders. He can barely understand why Bu Chonghua is being so gentle with him when he's dry heaving because there's nothing left in his stomach because he can't handle even the smallest taste of meat and he's thrown up on his Captain's shirt, but Bu Chonghua just tells him the story of his dumbass cousin (Yan Xie, why are you like that. -_-;;) and makes him laugh instead of yelling. And it's hard to get over his natural prejudices, but he marks Bu Chonghua as a 'safe' person. Is this what 'home' is?

Then Wu Yu sees Bu Chonghua as someone who is perfect and shouldn't be dragged down. Then Bu Chonghua dirties his own hands which are already unclean, because he's been following after Wu Yu for so long without even realizing it so that the most perfect person to him will stop putting him on a pedestal.

The misunderstandings and misconceptions build and fall like sandcastles in the waves, standing strong because they were shaped by who they both are, but crumbling once they finally see the other person.

And if you're waiting for me to be less unhinged about this gay coproganda, you've still got a while to wait, sorry not sorry.

[kirchefuchs]

(I had to scroll down far and wide for this photo lmfao ☠️)

HELLO CERESS

if you were to rate how your current TSP brainrot is going, how would you go about yours (mine is still 1000000/10 because this game has me on chokehold at all times istg /silly)

MORE IMPORTANTLY THO, how has thou been a-doing :]

life has been quite the jerk to you, huh? I'll beat its ass– I mean what who said that damn hahbshsgsyshs /pos

BUT ON A REAL NOTE, eat water and drink food cuz TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF IS IMPORTANT 💯

— 🅰️non (heh, missed me?) || 07/02/2023

Yes I missed you a lot 🥺

As for my TSP brainrot......

It's being drowned out by my Wolfwood Trigun brainrot quite a bit right now, but that's not to say I don't still have TSP brainrot.

I'm still very receptacle to drawing TSP art since I did so just yesterday. Though with both brainrots I'm finding it difficult to use my brain at all, so there is that.

I still absolutely adore TSP and want to draw and make more content ofc. You don't have to worry about that.

As for my general life..... eh. I'll separate things into good, bad, and neutral feelings about the things.

Good: I got to have a sleepover with @dime-smothied (it was her first one ever, which was super crazy, lol). Also I bought I trigun print along with some stickers and a hoodie from my favorite artist ABDIllustraits (I would tag him bit I don't wanna bother him. He is on here though, and I adore his YouTube videos. The way he does them is just ♡♡♡♡♡)!!!! And earlier I got some TSP keychains and and acrylic standee in the mail, so I'm super happy about those!!! I love them a lot and I'm so excited to get the stuff from ABD!

Neutral: I've been temporarily back at work this week since they were severely understaffed due to people vacationing and such, so I'm making money again. So that's nice. I have a pretty set plan for moving out of my parent house, I just need to buy my own car, make doubly sure I have plenty of money saved up so I have time to find a job after I move, and then just get everything packed and double check my housing situation. So pretty soon I'll be able to move out and I'm excited about it, just gotta get all that stuff done.

Bad: Um. My pet snake Theo died two days ago........ I don't know what else I can say right now about it. I hurts and it's frustrating to say the very least. I loved him a lot and I miss him. So, I'm dealing with those emotions right now. I'm doing my best to cope, but we'll see as time passes how I do. Distractions are appreciated.

So yeah. That's pretty much everything I think. Honestly, I'm so happy to be getting asks from you again, you really help brighten my day 🅰️non, so thank you ♡ Right now I think I just need things to draw and fun drawings or rambles to look at. I'm always sad when I can't bring myself to draw or make anything so any ideas or suggestions mean the world to me.

And dont you worry about my health, I've been eating and drinking plenty of water I think. My friends are usually pretty good about making sure I keep up on that. I appreciate the concern though ♡♡♡

[pbandjesse]

We bought a house!!! We did it! I'm still a bit in shock but I finally, finally, am able to feel excited and I honestly could cry and I just want to keep telling people. I told so many strangers today. I was, and am, so excited.

Today was so nerve wracking though. I slept but not amazingly. I was cold and lost my bear in the bed and was just unsettled. Dreams and such. When my alarm went off at 7 I was okay. And ready to go.

I got dressed and my lip was very scabby but is doing better. It would split a few times today and get blood down my face. But the wound is smaller. Progress. Healing.

While I was brushing my teeth I got a text from Alexi that the power was on at camp and if we had all wheel drive we should be good to get to camp. We all have SUVs so we would all be good even with a little bit of sliding.

I was so nervous that my stomach hurt. But I held it together and did my makeup despite how stinking cold it was in the studio. I did not want to be in there for long. And was ready to go pretty fast.

James took a few extra minutes and so I went to warm up the car and would get a goodbye kiss which was very sweet. It was crazy cold and icy today. I was worried about them biking but they are so strong. And would let me know when they got to work.

My drive was fine. Not much traffic. Everything was beautiful. But Jesus was it cold. It was 8 degrees! Reminds me of Minnesota. But because there wasn't really any wind it was just. Crisp and beautiful.

I went inside and tried to find some stuff to do. I was a bit to nervous about the house to eat my breakfast. I had a donut and was just going off vibes and nerves.

I decided I would print everything for the meeting tomorrow. My computer wouldn't connect to the printer and it took me a while to get that to work properly. But that would take a good amount of time. I would work on my drawing for the day. And just mentally prepared myself for the day.

Around 9 some workers came to install a new generator in the building. They were very nice and were glad someone was there to let them in.

I set an alarm for when I would need to leave. 1050. My stomach was in knots. I sort of wanted to go for a walk but I was to anxious and it was to cold. So I just worked on my drawings and eventually Heather was there.

I was happy to see her. She was so excited about the house and gave me a big hug and that made me feel so much better. I told her how we read the paperwork last night and how hopefully it would make everything go smoothly.

Besides being surprised supportive, she also told me that the ice at her house was so bad her SUV still slid around! Scary! And we're getting more snow on Friday. It's crazy. But we are continuing to be excited about the snow despite the annoyances. She pointed out that some of our campers have probably never seen snow. And that was just so beautiful to think about. This is their first one!

Eventually everyone else would come in. Alexi had to jump right into meetings. Poor Elizabeth hurt her neck like I did and couldn't turn her head. I helped set up her electric heating pad so hopefully that helps her. Sarah would send me some notes so I can add those into my documents for tomorrow. I was filled with nervous energy and was glad Heather gave me an email to answer to at least distract me a little bit.

But then, all of a sudden, it was time to go!! Ahh!! I said goodbye to everyone and promised to tell them how it went.

I penguin walked to the car. And let it warm up for a minute. And then I was off. 35 minutes to the new house. Honestly it wasn't much different then the current commute. I want to explore the other way the the gps suggested that was apparently the same amount of time but it was not a bad drive. And right before 1130 I pulled up.

James was already outside. We were both cold and excited. We had to wait a few minutes for Harold to come but it wasn't bad. I was just enjoying talking through things with James and being excited.

While we waited we took all the mail out of the little box. It was wet and half frozen. We found some actual mail we will send back, and we could a key? No idea what the key could be for because it didn't fit in anything. But we passed those back to Harold when he arrived.

I was excited to run around the house. James went to the basement immediately and there was no puddle. Excellent. I was slightly worried about the pipes with the cold but the house was warm and things seemed just fine.

This was the first time we have really been in the house when the sun was out and bright. The front room was nice and bright. The front and back bedroom as well. The living room space and kitchen were pretty dim, as was the small bedroom, and the bathroom and stairs were dark dark. But this is all stuff we are going to be figuring out. Things we might want to change like adding mirrors or eventually putting in one of those tube skylights.

I was surprised we get to keep the sheer curtains in the front room. We will replace the bars for sure. The rods are way way to low. But it was a nice surprise.

We went through the whole house. But once we were done it was time to head to Harold's office to finalize the paperwork.

When we got outside I saw a screw on the ground in front of our car and I was like oh dang that would ruin my day. And when I went to pick it up there were like 10 nails on the ground too!! Guys! Get it together! I picked up everything but man. I'm going to have to get a magnet and walk around the block.

Signing the paperwork was crazy easy because we had already gone over everything but we had to sign so many things. The other man that was there was from the mortgage company and he was very nice. And it was just fun. Like I felt secure and like I knew what was up and that felt really good. Harold said we did such a good job and we had good decisions and it was just great. And then we got the keys! I made everyone high five and it was just so light and full of laughter and I was just so happy.

So I decided I would share my drawing of the day. Our little house. And they were both so excited about it that I also showed them the sketches I made from each room and they were like wait this is so cool you made these??? And it was very validating and made feel really good.

And then. We were done! The house is ours! Ahh!!

After we said goodbye James said they would see me at home and I was like the new one or the old one?? Just to tease. And then I went and sat in the car and called my parents to tell them and we were all so excited and it just felt great. I can't wait to have them over and show them.

I didn't really know what to do with myself. It wasnt even 1. I thought maybe I would go look at home goods at target and think about price ranges. And I'm glad I did that. It gave me some context for what I would buy today. Nothing at target but I was proud of myself for the planning and the research.

I decided the best plan would be to go to second chance. It's to expensive but it's very fun. And I'm glad I did that! I ended up finding a ton of birthday beanies! I was literally just saying I hadn't found one in forever. And of course I couldn't remember which of the birthday hat ones I was missing but I think I got the correct ones. I may actually go back if I figure out who I'm missing. But really I just had a lot of fun digging through the boxes. I sadly did not find a cheezer.

I had a great time looking around but I did not find anything affordable I thought I could fit in the Subaru. I think we are going to have to rent a truck eventually but for now I just had fun looking around and seeing all the beautiful pieces.

I was in a great mood though and basically vibrating with excitement. Like I have not really let me be excited this whole process and now I can be excited. So I was just going full steam.

I drove to a restore next. Where I had some lovely conversations with people. I couldn't help telling people I just bought a house a few hours ago. Like how often do you get to share that. And I did have a great find!

I ended up getting a new rug and a piece of AstroTurf. Like nice fake grass. It's not as big as we might need but it's a start and for the price it couldn't be better. And I am just so excited.

After I paid I talked to a guy in the parking lot because he had an idea about hanging the AstroTurf to make a garden wall backdrop. And I told him about the house and how I was just jumping from store to store. And he thought that was very funny.

Before I headed to my next restore I realized I was starving. I went to Wawa and got a hoagie. And saw a Home Depot and thought it would be nice to go and look at paint chips. But that would be for later. I ate half of my sandwich and then continued my drive.

The second restore I got sad because I found a wardrobe I loved so much but there was no way I could get it home. Unless I rented a truck and I just didn't feel like that made sense for one piece. I talked to the worker and she was really sweet and gave me someone's number who could possibly deliver it. But I just didn't feel like it was the right moment.

So to not feel so sad I went to the home Depot to look at paint. And I think I have a some good ideas. I am hoping to get good prices and possibly utilizing restore because they have paint. But we will see what happens. Paint is surprisingly expensive! I might just go a little at a time. Like I would like to do the bathroom first so maybe I'll just pick up one gallon to start.

After wandering around for a bit I decided it was time to go. I will come back to get a real supplies I will need but for now I was just figuring out a baseline. I am really excited but I don't want to act to crazy.

I decided to go to the new house to drop off the rug and the grass. This felt so weird! It wasn't bad drive but it did feel very different. I had to go around the inner harbor instead of taking MLK. I shouldn't be surprised but I was for some reason. And then I was at our house. Alone. For the first time.

I brought the rugs in and my backpack with my ice skates. I put that in the basement. I decided the black rug should go in our bedroom. And the grass I laid out in the living room. I walked around a little. Thought about the outlets I have bought to replace. I don't think I got enough actually but I'll start replacing them soon and have a better idea of how many more I might need.

It was time to go home though. I got back here right before James got home. They were all red and frozen when they got back. But thankfully the apartment is warmer and more comfortable to be in.

I got in bed to work on a few things. And James has a call. But once they finished that they went to load a bunch of the stuff we have packed in the car. Because James is doing the first run tomorrow! I cannot believe it I'm so excited. And once they bring those boxes back I'll pack some more.

James had DND tonight. And I have just been chilling. Basking a bit. I bought a bunch of stuff for the bathroom, a medicine cabinet, storage, a shower curtain and liner. I also got some cat stuff. I spent a good amount but I am trying to get the best deals. I am doing my very best to be smart about the money we have earmarked for moving and for bettering the house.

I had some pizza for dinner. And I have been hanging out in the couch for a while. But now I think I will go and take a shower.

Tomorrow we have the consultant coming in. And me and James will do some moving. And I'm just feeling great. I hope that this good feeling just keeps going. I love you all. Until next time!!

[ghostly-cabbage]

Title Challenge:

Two Steps to the Left

Ooo! I really like this title! Thank you so much for sending something!!! Hmm...

Honestly the vibe I get from this right away is maybe like a summoning fic... I think that’s super fun! Also how about a college!AU?

Black magic is often referred to as the left-hand path. I think witchy Sam is delicious so I’m imagining... Sam convinces Tucker late one night to have fun and try this ritual she found in some grimoire from that bookstore she likes.

I love more realistic AU’s but keeping Amity Park weird as hell, so I think I’d keep Amity a thin spot with natural vortexes and portals and plenty of entities and things that go bump in the night. Maybe this particular spell is a protection spell of sorts. Written in latin which Sam knows the basics but isn’t fluent. (i.e. She doesn’t read the fine print.)

Tucker is reluctant of course, but Sam is like, “Come on, Tucker, It’s just for fun. Quit being such a stick in the mud. Plus, are you saying that it wouldn’t be nice to have some protection from all the crazy shit happening lately?”

Tucker begrudgingly agrees, because... yeah. Shit’s been freaky.

So, they do the ritual.

And well. It doesn’t go exactly as they planned.

( Nitty gritty of my thought process for the spell itself, feel free to skip: With left-path magic, intention is the most important, secondary is the objects and components you use to further refine it. Despite the bad rap, satanists that practice left-path magic don’t believe in sacrifice or blood offerings. Emotional energy and intention is far more powerful. That being said, I think I would make the spell be an invocation of compassion, and be something adjacent to spells from the Book of Leviathan. Leviathan, serpent of the black abyss, usually related to evil or the fight of good and evil and blah blah blah. I’m also thinking about the Feathered Serpent, or Quetzalcoatl, from Aztec religion. Quetzalcoatl is a supernatural deity that was said to be able to pass through different planes of existence, like life and death. ANYWAY. These are the places I’d draw inspiration for the spell!)

Sam and Tucker’s desire for protection is real; I think for more things in their life than just the ghosts in Amity. Regardless, the spell works.

Because I’m terribly predictable, I would change Danny’s design from canon and have him look way more creature and entity like. Maybe have him be all black/mostly shadow figure, save for his eyes. And the long tail ovb bc I love Danny being snek.

The “Two Steps” from the title, I’d want the “two” to represent Sam and Tucker. Because they performed the ritual together, Danny (or Phantom) is bound/corded to the both of them (for life or until they break the spell if they wanted to). Again, bc I’m predictable, I would make this an everlasting trio fic because I love the them.

Sam and Tucker, who were not expecting THIS, are rightfully freaked the hell out. That scene would be so fun, because Phantom would look like THAT and yet he’s there to protect them from any and all manner of ills within his power.

I don’t actually like fics where Danny is fully dead, but for this idea to work the way I’d want it to it’s unavoidable I think. To remedy this I’d have him still be able to assume a human form. People can still sense something very... off about him, but he’s able to pass as human.

HOWEVER, the other side of the coin! The fun of Danny being dead, but not knowing who he was or how he died. Leaving the story to Sam and Tucker to pick up and assemble the pieces. A good ‘ol mystery fic heh heh! 

Sam would be an enviornmental science major and Tucker would be computer science and engeneering. Danny is... Well. Dead.

Cue Sam and Tucker now trying to keep their new overbearing ghost hitchhiker a secret while still also being normal college kids. For fun I’d throw in some A-listers but make them chill now. Maybe some of them are in the same dorm hall heheh. 

This idea is also HEAVILY influenced by Loveless’ cover of MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. That song has the vibe that I would chase for the fic.

[lemonpika]

going down on u <3

jean k.

summary: it's finals' week and you find yourself crumbling under the pressure of wanting to do well. you find it hard to sit down and study properly as a result of your current mental state. but luckily, your boyfriend has an excellent way of keeping your nose in the books while he has his in between those legs of yours. just be sure to keep it on the down low during class <3

tldr: study date gone wrong gone sexual

word count: 2.6k

content tags: college au, modern au, established relationship, study date, oral (f receiving), fingering, voyeurism, semi-public, dirty talk, hair-pulling, humiliation, trying not to get caught during a zoom call ;), squirting

reader is female-bodied

author's notes at the end <3

!!minors pls dni!!

Jean sauntered into your tiny room with a bag of your favorite chips as he greeted you with a smile. You were hunched over in your seat and squinting at the miniature print of your textbook as he entered. With a small whip of your head, you turn in your seat to face your boyfriend. However, it doesn't take long for you to take notice of the devilish tint lingering behind his eyes. You arch a brow and cross your arms, giving him an incredulous look. He laughs boisterously as he sets the bag of chips on your desk.

"C'mon, babe! Not even a hello?" he jokes, plopping himself down at the foot of the bed and resting his elbows on the wooden bed frame. You scoff and give him a smile as you run your fingers through his hair lovingly. "Well, I know that look. You were supposed to come here to help me study, y'know? Not to mention, you were also supposed to be my emotional support for my calculus review class."

He draws in a sharp inhale as you remind him of the real reason why you called him over in the first place. Groaning, he sets his cheek in the palm of his hand and gives you those puppy dog eyes that you can never manage to resist. "I know, I know. But, I really wanted to help you out in other ways. You know, the ways I'm actually good at?"

You giggle at the memory of him yelling at his calculus homework in frustration and roll your eyes as he continued pouting. "Okay but what do mean 'other ways'? You're scaring me, Kirstein." your voice is playful as you flick his nose. Jean wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, only making you laugh at him more as you beg him to stop being such a dork.

"Okay, seriously though, I wanna make you feel good, babe. It's been a while since you've felt up to letting me go down on you and I just wanted to do a little something nice to take your mind off of studying for a while." Your heart skips a beat as your eyes fall to the floor.

Has it really been that long? You thought. You had gotten so wrapped up in your classes that you completely forgot about hanging out with Jean this past week. Luckily, he was a good sport about it since he had his own classes to focus on but the thought of him taking time out of his schedule just to visit you made you feel so happy.

Jean was getting nervous as you sat there staring at the floor, reflecting on what you've been doing for the last few days. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he buts in. "Hey, if you're not feeling up for it, then I'll still be here for emotional support and to be your study buddy-!"

"No, I really wanna do it." your voice almost startles him as he feels a small lump in his throat. That definitely wasn't the answer he was expecting from you. You were always so responsible about the things you needed to get done and that was one of the traits he absolutely adored about you. But to hear you agree to one of his irresponsible ideas? It absolutely drove him crazy and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to make you feel just as crazy as he did.

Clearing his throat, his hazel eyes meet yours hungrily. "How much time until that zoom class?" his voice is low and sends a delicious shiver down your spine as you struggle to remain planted on your seat. "It's like in 5 minutes. Do you wanna wait 'till after?"

Jean doesn't even let you finish your sentence as he slides himself underneath the nook of your desk, careful not to hit his head. You yelp as he pulls your seat as close as possible to the desk and hooks his arms underneath your thighs before his hands settle on your hips. You shift in your seat so that your lower back is separated from the plastic of your chair.

"Babe, you do know that I have to keep my camera on, right?" but your words leave him unfazed as he's already pressing kisses to your inner thighs. "Just as long as your mic is muted. That's all I need. Besides, it would be selfish of me to make you hide that pretty face of yours."

He had a way with words that made you absolutely melt. You could only muster a small hum of acknowledgement as you go to log into your class. "But what am I gonna do if I make it obvious? Like if my face looks a certain way?"

Jean grumbles as he's almost tired of your questions, pulling your shorts and panties down along with them. "Read your textbook or look like you're taking notes. Maybe my tongue can help you focus better, yeah? No more questions?" You sigh as he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh once more.

"Okay.. Okay, got you. No more questions, babe." He smirks up at you one last time, uttering a final "Good," before licking a delicate line up your slit. You shudder in your seat and grip at the edge of your desk tightly. Your eyes flitter up to your monitor as you hesitantly turn your camera on once your class feed finally loaded. As per Jean's request, you affirmed that your mic was indeed muted so he could carry on his work in peace. You pop in your headphones so you could at least try to focus on the course material and perhaps multitask a little.

Using his hands, Jean spreads your lips apart, exposing your already hardened clit. He chuckles and gives the tiny nub a gentle lick. "God, you're so eager today, baby." he whispers to your pussy. You blush and immediately focus your eyes on the open textbook sprawled out against your desk. Your teeth were clamped down on your lower lip as you felt Jean's tongue swirl tiny, languid circles on your clit, sometimes brushing over your hole with the edge of his tongue just to keep your interest.

You thread your fingers through his locks as you rely on your other hand to keep you grounded. So far, no one has taken notice of what was going on underneath your desk since everyone else was so consumed in the incoherent number ramblings on the professor's screen. You shiver once again when you feel his warm hands begin to rub tight shapes on your hip bones, coaxing you to be a little louder for him.

At this point, you decide to get bolder and actually let forth the moans you were stifling, despite your mic being off you still felt somewhat anxious of someone accidentally hearing.

"Oh, Jean.. that feels so fucking good." You breathe, urging Jean's slow circles to evolve into purposeful side swipes. Your back arches and you noticeably fidget in your seat, garnering attention from some of your classmates as the lecture continues. Panic bursts in your chest as you play it off as you moving in your seat to get comfortable while taking notes.

You feel his hot breath on your pussy as he exhales through his nose, he was laughing at your misfortune as he continued to work his tongue on your clit. With your face now angled down to look at your messily drawn-out notes, you let your eyes lull to the back of your head as you feel yourself growing increasingly more sensitive with every swipe of his tongue. "Ah.. don't stop, please lick me more. Just like that." your trembling voice sounded off in Jean's head pleasantly. He absolutely loved hearing your voice all high and whiny like this.

Jean pulls away from your pussy for a second and takes his time to lick at his own lips, savoring the flavor of your pussy before returning to your clit with the sloppiest of kisses. You whimper loudly and you feel your legs going weak. In between kisses, his soft tongue nudges at your clit before planting a hungry kiss on it and repeating.

At this point, you're tugging at the poor boy's hair a little too hard, but he doesn't mind it one bit. It's a clear indicator that he's eating you out just the way you like it. Jean moves to unhook his arms from you and instead lets his hands travel up, under your baggy sweatshirt to play with your nipples.

You yelp at the new sensation, your face lifting from your notes accidentally as you feel his thumbs rub at both of your nipples. "Oh, my god. Play with me more, please please please." you beg, feeling yourself being engulfed in sheer ecstasy as he kept toying with your body.

He moans against your pussy and starts flicking your clit at a faster rate, forcing a visible look of pleasure to cross your features. You felt yourself nearing orgasm when you heard the professor clear his throat and suggest something that made your stomach drop.

"Well, since it looks like some students are a little distracted, why don't we share some answers from the review homework to see if everyone truly understands the material?"

You panic and tug at Jean's hair forcefully. "Baby, we have to stop. This asshole is making us share answers now and I gotta unmute myself." Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Jean removed a hand from your breast and instead used it to prod at your entrance carelessly. He pulls away yet again and winks at you. "But you've been so engrossed in that textbook this whole time. You're a smart girl, right? You'll figure it out."

Your eyes flash back to your screen as you notice someone else was called on to share their work. You tried your best to compose yourself and catch up on what question they were covering. But just then, you felt Jean sink his fingers into your pussy, stretching your walls deliciously as you bit your lip again trying to stifle yourself.

His dark chuckles can be heard from underneath the desk as he curls his fingers, only to add on to the mounting pressure you feel in your pussy. "Hopefully the old geezer doesn't call on you next, sweetie." You shoot the best annoyed look that you could muster down at him as you feel yourself beginning to lose control. Your eyes roll again to the back of your head before the professor goes to the roster to pick the next victim.

"Alright, Y/N! Why don't you show us the answer for number 5?" You yelp at the sudden intrusion and quickly take to your keyboard to type out the answer. However, the professor looks at your answer in complete dissatisfaction.

"Okay, well, that IS the right answer, but can you tell us how you got to that number? Unmute yourself, please."

Shit. There is literally nothing that gets past this professor. Sighing, you tug at Jean's hair to tone it down before you embarrass yourself any further. But, in spite of the dire situation, he REALLY wanted to see how his adorable, responsible girlfriend would handle this situation.

"You got this, babe." he whispered before lapping at your clit more fervently, his fingers curled inside of you mercilessly. Your face is flushed as you look at yourself on screen and you silently curse at yourself for making it look so obvious.

With a harsh clearing from your throat, you unmute yourself and take a deep breath. "Hi, I'm extremely sorry. I just get nervous when talking during meetings." You stammer out, your legs shaking as your arousal coats your inner thighs. It was growing increasingly harder to focus since Jean started suck on your clit rather than those tight swipes he was previously doing. It also didn't help that your focus was clearly on other matters rather than calculus. Luckily, the professor seems to buy your little excuse and allows you to continue your explanation without question.

"So... This question involves the limits of x and y..." Your voice was breathy and slightly higher-pitched as you tried your best to explain your thought process. Jean loved seeing you squirm like this, he just thought you looked so cute when you were left vulnerable like this. He decides that this is the perfect time to send you over the edge and inserts a third finger into your pussy, watching as you struggle to take his fingers. You grip at his hair once more to urge him to ease up a little but he instead quickens the already brutal pace of his fingers. This made you fear that your microphone was bound to pick up on the sloppy noises your pussy made.

Eventually, you found yourself getting nowhere and simply held up your notes in order to end this humiliation already. "I'm so sorry, I'm really bad at explaining my reasoning in math. But hopefully this can help the visual learners." your voice is now hushed, as to not draw any more unwanted attention to yourself. The professor stares at his screen incredulously before finally saying your demonstration was good enough and to continue your good work.

And with that, you gladly mute yourself once more and return to your hunched over position on the desk. Jean exhales through his nose once more and gives you thumbs up beneath the desk. You smack it away and go back to yanking at his hair as you jot down some sloppy notes from the other student's work.

At this point, you could barely comprehend what was going on around you. You were on the verge of cumming and you just wanted this stupid class to be over with already. "Jean, baby, please. I think I'm gonna cum soon. Please don't be so mean.." you whimper, stroking his cheek gingerly as he raises his hand once more to play with your nipples under your sweatshirt.

"Better make this one count, babe." he moans. His muscles tense as he fingers you at unimaginable speeds, your clit quickly becoming oversensitive as his tongue returns to those powerful licks from earlier.

"Holy shit! I'm cumming-!" you scream, finally squirting all over his face. Much to his surprise, he looks up at you in awe and retracts his hands from your body. "What the fuck? Did you just squirt? Did I just make you squirt?" You're a panting mess as you stare down at him with a tired smile. "Yeah, I guess you did, babe." you chuckle.

Your class ends not too long afterwards and you're already searching for your discarded clothes. Jean gets up from under your desk and holds you close as you slip back into your clothes. "So?? How was it? Do you feel a little better, babe?" you laugh at his question and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, it was pretty good. But next time, maybe let's be a little more safe, 'kay?" He pats your head before finally opening the bag of chips on your desk and helping himself to a few of them. "Done deal. Whatever makes you feel better."

"Oh yeah, by the way, have you seen my phone, babe?" you ask while you put away your notes in your bag. Jean joins in the search and immediately finds your phone tucked underneath your pillow. However, he notices that someone had texted you, seemingly someone from the class you were just in.

Figuring it wouldn't hurt to look, he gave the text a quick peek. And to his surprise, he saw that the sender was his friend, Armin. He had no idea that he was in the same class as you, let alone even had your number. But what Jean saw afterwards really shook him to his core.

"Hey, it's Armin. I saw what happened and I was just wondering if I could maybe join next time?"

tagging: @starryenigma <33 hope the jean kirstein nation ate well tonight

author's notes: PLEASE tell me if you guys want a part 2 with armin threesome action ;)))))) i've been going thru so much jean brainrot that it's not even funny anymore HELP

[imacookie212]

Shishigumi with an artist partner

General for all the kitties:

• I think that they’d all be very supportive of their partner and probably try to spoil their s/o with expensive paints and materials

• If their s/o happens to be a digital artist, they’d probably get access to every program in existence

• Although I’m sure these lions and respectful gentlemen, I think they’d all probably try and snoop at some of your works, in hopes to find some couple art of ya’ll

Ibuki

• He likes taking you to beautiful private places where you could paint or draw, it doesn’t have to be the scenery but he understands it might provoke those creative juices

• You guys have quiet little dates, often he reads while you paint or draw

• Hangs up your art in the Shishigumi mansion, his place, or make it his wallpaper

Chief Lion

• One of the few lions that ask you to make art for them, he loves to have your art in his office because it’s a constant reminder of his s/o’s work

• He enjoys watching you paint and has a little area in his office for you to work in, it helps him relax from all the stress of running a powerful gang

• He loves having you on his lap while you work on a piece

Free

• He’s all about your art, is it a painting? It’s on the wall. Digital? On his camera roll. NSFW? His private. He loves showing off your work to everyone

• Can you draw me? Upon realizing you make art, it hasn’t stopped, but now he requests cute small drawings of you guys

• Plans to tattoo some of your pieces on himself, and might even ask for a design idea

Agata

• Like Ibuki, you guys have little dates together, he plays video games and you draw

• He tries to draw with you the best he could, and he often suggests little challenges for you two to try, like Inktober. He might not be good at it, but he’s always making an effort to be involved with you

• If you're going through art block, he’s the lion to go to. He always has ideas and tries to cheer you up from being sad about having art block

Dolph

• Gives you feedback on the work you show him, only if you ask, he’s very good and even though he sounds serious, he means well and enjoys all the art you create

• Has some of your smaller prints in his wallet to look at when he misses you and might ask you to decorate a cute polaroid picture of you guys

• He’s always mesmerized by the way you work, and you catch him staring quite a bit at you while you’re working

Hino

• He enjoys watching you create your artworks, if it’s a painting you working on, he gets put to sleep just listening to your brush strokes

• Doesn’t mind posing for you if you need a reference, or if you just wanna paint your pretty bf sleeping

• The most patient out of the Shishigumi when it comes to watching you complete your art from start to finish, he really just finds having a nice s/o creating artwork to be so relaxing and comforting. He’ll stay for hours

Dope

• Gets you the best deals on art supplies, and will get the help of Jinma to find the best places to get those said supplies

• He asks you to draw different eyebrows on him to get the two of you laughing

• Gets you a variety of supplies, like clay, paint and digital tools, he wants you to try everything and he also wants to spoil you like crazy with anything you like

Jinma

• Goes around and finds you the best stationery and art materials, or he manages to get that premium photoshop membership

• Paint on the same spot he has on yourself and he’ll melt, he might let you paint another one over his other eye for fun

• Likes taking you to the nicer areas of the black market, he knows some very beautiful areas that’ll have those creative juices flowing

Sabu

• You bet he’s asking you to design a couple of his bandanas, he’ll wear them with pride, he doesn’t have to say anything to show how happy he is to wear your work on him

• I like to imagine he’s a fan of those really cool graffiti lettering. So he sometimes makes a couple of pieces of his own in that style or practices his lettering

• Both of you design each other's motorcycle helmets, one of his many ways to show he adores your art and has a part of you with him at all times

Miguel

• Like Hino, after a long day working and working out, hearing and watching you work relaxes him and puts you to sleep

• He makes sure you don’t accidentally drink that paint water or get too slouched on your desk, he likes tickling you to make sure you haven’t died on him from working 3 hours straight

• He’s asked you to design some patches for him, so he can iron them onto his tracksuit

[sugawaraxo]

sex tape

warnings: smut ofc

characters: yu nishinoya, ryu tanaka, tetsoru kuroo, koutarou bokuto

request: Hc of asking your man to make a sex tape with you? With Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kuroo, and Bokuto please! 🖤

a/n: i really like bokuto’s, his was fun to write lol

nishinoya

- with nishinoya traveling all the time because of volleyball, it gets extremely hard not to miss him a lot when he’s gone

- especially when you’re craving his touch 

- most times you’re able to satisfy yourself decently well, but sometimes it’s just not enough

- and porn does absolutely nothing to help you because watching other people fuck just isn’t the same as watching as nishinoya fucks you

- so you get an idea that sparks both yours and nishinoya’s attention

- he’s very excited

“babe, can i ask you something?” you say while you massage noya’s scalp, his head resting in your lap comfortably as you two lay on the couch.

“hm?” he hums, teetering on the verge of sleep at the gentle feeling of your touch.

“what if we made a sex tape?” you question and noya’s head shoots up to look at you, eyes wide with interest.

“is this a joke? like some sort of prank? please tell me it’s not a prank.” he begs and you laugh at his response.

“no, it’s not a prank. i was just thinking about it and sometimes, when you’re away, i get really needy and it’s hard to get the kind of pleasure i’m looking for without you here. so maybe if we make a little sex tape, i can have something to watch and help when you’re away.” you explain. nishinoya stares at you blankly, his brain slowly processing each word you just said. the thought of you getting all needy when he’s not here and touching yourself while watching a video of him fucking you was more than enough to make him and his mini noya very excited. 

“is that even a question? i’m so down, can we do it right now?” he asks eagerly causing you to laugh at him again. 

“i mean, i don’t see why not.” you shrug.

nishinoya props himself up so that he’s hovering above you and he kisses you deeply. your lips always work together so perfectly, synchronizing in a nice steady rhythm. his hands are traveling all over your body in an attempt to get you as aroused as he already is, and it works without a doubt. noya continues kissing you and lightly grazing your sides with his fingers or rubbing small circles on your inner thighs until he earns a moan from you that makes him grin. 

“i know how i want to start the sex tape.” he says confidently.

“how?” 

“grab your phone and start recording.” is his only response. you grab your phone from beside you on the couch and open the camera app, pressing record and waiting for noya’s next move. he slides down your body and effortlessly discards your shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere. he looks down in between your legs then up at you, you watching him through the screen of your phone. he gives the camera a small smirk before pressing a kiss on the lower part of your tummy, trailing more soft kisses all over your thighs, hips, and waist. he then lightly moves his lips over your core which was only being covered by the thin lace of your underwear. you begin to grow a bit impatient at nishinoya’s teasing, writhing under his gentle yet alluring kisses.

“noya, please.” you whine softly and he looks up at you for a quick second before pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere unknown. he wastes no time pressing his mouth against your warm folds, licking circles around your clit repetitively. you to let out an airy gasp of his name and he continues to work his mouth around your clit for awhile, progressively sucking and licking more and more aggressively, just so he could selfishly earn more moans from you that make his dick painstakingly hard. and as if his tongue relentlessly moving around your clit wasn’t enough, he sticks two fingers inside of you and curls them upward to hit your spot. 

“holy shit noya.” you moan, reaching your free hand down to grip onto his hair lightly while trying to maintain a steady grip on your phone with the other. he looks up at you and you nearly cum at the sight. his eyes are blown with lust and his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. you just know this part of the video is going to constantly be on replay when it’s finished. you absentmindedly start jutting your hips against noya’s tongue, a thing you do when you’re about to unravel.

you giving him the clear sign that you’re about to cum is noya’s cue to stop, so he removes his fingers from your soaking hole and wipes his mouth clean as he sits up between your legs. you whimper a little at the cum denial, but you know exactly why he did it.

“wanna see you cum with me inside you.” he mumbles, confirming your guess. 

“me too.” you respond and he smiles down at you softly which makes your heart jump. he pulls his pants down along with his boxers revealing his member. his tip is dripping with precum and you feel your pussy clench as you look at it. nishinoya takes his shirt off before saying, “yours too” and you remove yours aswell. he looks at your now fully nude body and sighs,

“how’d i get so fucking lucky?” he coos and for the second time, your hearts jumps and you can’t help but smile at his words. he presses himself at your entrance, teasing it slowly and you adjust the camera angle so that you can get more of noya’s face and body in it because that’ll come in handy later. he slides into you at a teasingly slow pace, drawing out the loud moan that’s leaving your lips. once he’s all the way in, he looks at the camera and winks before pulling out and thrusting back into you, hitting your spot perfectly. you planned on rolling your eyes at his cockiness, but your eyes end up squeezing shut at the sudden excess of pleasure.

“that feel good?” noya asks, already knowing the answer but still wanting to fuel his ego. you can’t even answer in actual words as he continues to thrust into you deeply, so you just nod and moan in response. he grins in satisfaction and thrusts into you a bit harder, not letting up on wanting to milk you of every moan you could possibly utter. he wants this video to be really nice for you since he feels guilty about being away for so long sometimes. he wants to make you feel so good so that every time you look back at this, you remember how amazing he can make you feel. he reaches down to play with your nipples a bit, making you squirm in pleasure. you use your free hand to start playing with your throbbing clit, not being able to hold back the lewd noises building in your throat. you’re a moaning mess beneath him, shaking and struggling to keep the camera steady as you get closer to your orgasm.

“here, let me take it.” noya says, grabbing the phone from you as he notices you struggling. he focuses it down on you, watching himself go in and out of you on the screen and he lets out a groan.

“noya, i’m so close.” you whimper, your chest heaving heavily as you start rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“good girl, cum for me.” nishinoya coos, making his thrusts sharper and deeper against your g-spot.

a few more thrusts and you’re arching your back off the couch and practically screaming nishinoya’s name. he smirks as you tremble beneath him, the sight completely destroying him aswell. he pulls out of you and cums all over your stomach, grunting and panting while he reaches his peak.

he wipes his mess up with his fingers then places them at your mouth, you sucking all of his faintly salty remnants off obediently and his cock twitches. after getting that all on camera, noya stops the recording and collapses next to you.

“that felt so good.” you sigh before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“it really did.” he replies, returning a kiss on your forehead. “now you can watch it whenever you want. and you better send me that video, i need it too.” he continues, handing you back your phone. you laugh at his statement and give him a quick peck before sending him the video.

you guys definitely watch it that night and go for another round.

tanaka

- he would be the one to bring it up actually

- tanaka just enjoys taking lewd photos of you in general

- he’ll come up behind you as you look at yourself in the mirror after getting ready and take a handful of your boob before snapping a pic

- or he’ll have you sit on his lap, facing towards him so he can take a mirror pic of him grabbing your ass like that

- he doesn’t post them or anything, but just likes looking at them every once in awhile

-  he did print out the ass grabbing one and put it on the dash board of his car though

- it makes him feel a sense of security that he’s the only one you’ll pose in pictures like that for 

- and he’s always had the desire to film you guys while having sex, to have a permanent memory of the encounter

- which is no surprise to you

tanaka is balls deep in your mouth, fucking your face at a slow yet rough tempo while muttering all sorts of nonsense as he does so. he’s leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter and you’re resting on your knees in front him, pleasing him the way he loves the most. your eyes are shut tightly as you try your best not to choke on tanaka’s length, them beginning to brim with tears a bit at the feeling of him continuously thrusting into the back of your throat. you open your eyes so that the tears would fall and you could wipe them away. but when you open them, you’re met with tanaka’s phone camera facing down at you and him looking at you with a shy smile.

“is this ok?” he asks, motioning to his phone.

“mhmm.” you hum, your mouth too full to talk.

you think it’s kind of hot being recorded actually. knowing that tanaka will go back and watch this vid countless times the same way you always catch him looking at the nsfw pictures that you two take every so often. it also gives you the motivation to be a little extra with your sucking. you wanna make tanaka weak with moans so whenever he goes back to watch the video, he’s reminded of just how crazy he is for your lips around his dick.

you hollow your cheeks a bit more, moving your wet mouth down his shaft at a teasing pace, maintaining eye contact with him in the process. he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as your nose touches his abdomen, you completely taking tanaka’s length down your throat. 

“holy fuck y/n.” tanaka pants and you smirk, now circling the tip of his dick with your tongue. you suck the tip gently, remembering to slide your tongue over the slit occasionally which causes tanaka to grip your hair roughly as he moans your name. he watches you through his phone screen, basking in the fact that he knows this will be his favorite video on the planet.  

“i’m not gonna last very long if you keep this up.” he sighs breathlessly, looking down at you through hooded eyes. it’s taking every bit of his strength not to just release in your mouth right then, because you look so destroyed on his cock. there’s saliva and precum on your swollen lips and rolling down your chin in thin clear strands, your face is stained with the tears that spilled from your eyes whenever you took tanaka’s full length down your throat, and your hair is a little messy from tanaka instinctively gripping it whenever he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. it’s definitely a sight to see, a sight that has tanaka teetering on his edge. you’re about to try deepthroating him again, but he pulls you off by your hair and gestures for you to stand up.

“bend over the counter.” he grunts.

you get up and rest your stomach on the edge of the cold counter, bending over for him. he lifts one of your legs, placing it on the counter while you maintain balance with the other still planted on the floor. now your cunt is fully exposed to him and both of you shiver, you at the feeling and him at the view. tanaka makes sure he has a decent camera angle before thrusting into you. no teasing, no gimmicks, just straight to it. your body lurches forward a bit, tanaka is not taking it easy on you today and you don’t mind at all. his eyes are glued to your ass on his phone screen, watching it bounce every time he thrusts into you.

“fuck.” he moans, the grip that his free hand has on your hip growing a bit tighter. you’re whimpering with each thrust, each and every one of them hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. if anyone were to speak to you right now, anything you tried to say would sound like a bunch of babbling. that’s the power tanaka’s cock has over you, and he absolutely loves it.

“you ok down there baby?” he asks but you can hear the smirk he’s carrying in his tone. you say nothing, just continue to let your sweet, loud moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen. tanaka pulls you up so that your leg is still lifted on the counter, but your back is pressed flush against his body. he switches to the selfie camera and sets the phone down, resting it against a vase on the countertop so that both of you are in view.

“i want you to cum like this, ok?” he says and you nod eagerly in return. he begins thrusting into you again, placing tender kisses on the sides of your neck while his hands roam all over your body. you watch him on the phone screen, he looks just as fucked out as you do which makes you pulse around him. you move your hand down to your clit, knowing that neither of you would last much longer. tanaka slows the speed of his thrusts, but increases the precision as he aims directly for your special spot. 

“oh my god ryu, i’m gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he looses it, just as well as you do.

he pulls out of you and cums all over your backside, some dripping onto the floor as you use the counter to stable yourself from your weakening legs. he kisses your shoulder before reaching down to grab his phone and stop the recording. then he grabs your hips and turns you towards him and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“that was insanely hot.” he says as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“you’re telling me.” you sigh, still shaking slightly from your orgasm. he cleans up the mess he made on the floor with a paper towel, then makes his way back over to you and picks you up bridal style. 

“well let’s go shower and maybe we can record another one while we’re in there.” tanaka smirks and you shake your head as you laugh.

i guess that’s what happens when you have a boyfriend with high stamina.

kuroo

- like tanaka, kuroo would initiate it

- kuroo loves to take pictures and videos of you to show you off

- like he’s definitely one of those boyfriend’s whose instagram has more pictures of their partner than themselves

- he just thinks you’re so cute and wants the whole world to know you’re his

- but he doesn’t want them to know what you guys do behind closed doors

- so those pics and videos stay private, for his and your eyes only

- but he definitely loves taking them while you guys are in the heat of the moment

- is 100% the type to fuck you while watching your own sex tape

“kuroo, i’m kinda in the mood to ride you.” you say bluntly to your boyfriend who is sitting across from you on the couch. he pulls his phone away from his line of vision so he could look at you, searching for any signs of a joke in your expression. but you’re dead serious.

“i mean, what am i supposed to say to that? no?” he smirks that infamous smirk of his and you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“just wanted to give you a heads up is all.” you say, climbing your way over to him and straddling his lap. he lays his phone on his chest and his hands instinctively find their way to your thighs, rubbing the smooth skin gently. 

“hm, go for it. i’m all yours.” he grins then lifts his arms above his head as if permitting you access to his body. you smile down at him amusedly, desire eating away at you as you process his appearance. he’s shirtless, so his muscular build is on full display for you to inherently drool over. he’s wearing a pair of shorts made of the same material sweatpants are made out of, the fabric loosely resting on his hips dangerously low now that you’re sitting there and unintentionally pulling them down a bit. he catches your wandering eyes and chuckles at you.

“you know you can look and touch, right kitten?” he teases and you allow yourself to roll your eyes at him this time.

“sheesh, can i not just admire my hot boyfriend?” you huff jokingly before rubbing your hands up his chest and down his torso tenderly. you don’t fail to miss the slight blush raising over the bridge of kuroo’s nose which makes you smile.

“only if you let me admire you back.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. you do, bringing the piece of clothing over your head slowly, quite literally feeling kuroo’s gaze burning through you the entire time. once your top half is just as naked as kuroo’s, he starts massaging your boobs lightly and you let out a sigh at his touch. he moves his hands down your sides and over your thighs, letting them rest there again while rubbing his thumbs over your now tingling skin. 

“can’t wait to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” he groans as he scans over your entire body with eager eyes and a flush of heat runs through your body. 

“yeah?” you question, beginning to roll your hips over his clothed shaft. his breath hitches and he picks up his phone that’s still laying on his chest.

“mhm, i’m gonna record it. so put on a show for me.” he grins and you feel a surge of arousal flow through you. you pull off the only piece of clothing you have left which is a simple pair of underwear, and pull down kuroo’s bottoms just enough so that you can get what you need. you grind your damp cunt against kuroo’s now hardening member in an attempt to get him fully erect. it works with ease, him getting hard for you in just a matter of seconds as he watches you desperately rock your hips against him. 

you reach down beneath your body, grabbing his length and giving it a couple strokes before placing his tip at your center sinking down on him and feeling every inch stretch and fill you up perfectly. you let out a shaky breath and kuroo holds back a moan by biting his lip harshly. you begin to set a steady pace for yourself, lifting your hips up and letting them fall back down slowly enough for you to get used to kuroo’s above average size. you sturdy yourself by placing your hands on his chest, now picking up the pace of your movements. 

“you’re so hot.” kuroo groans as he reaches down to grab your ass before giving it a harsh spank. you wince at the pain, but also moan at the pleasure from him massaging the cheek afterwards. you lift yourself a bit higher off of his length and sink back down quickly, causing you and kuroo to moan in unison. you continue this, lifting your body all the way up to his tip and then crashing back down to take all of him inside of you, making you both just a jumble of moans and pants. 

“fuck, turn around. i wanna see that ass.” kuroo smirks and you follow his order. your now facing away from him, reverse cowgirl style, while he teases your hole with his tip. he has a firm grasp on his dick as he rubs it against your glistening folds, admiring the view in front of him.

“you ready?” he asks.

“mhm.” you hum. you move your hips around, eagerly waiting to feel him fill you up again. he chuckles at you before pushing himself into you, thrusting a couple times before letting you take the lead again. you start bouncing your hips up and down his shaft and kuroo nearly passes out. watching you ride him with your ass on full display for him is testing his strength, but he pushes through. he grabs onto your ass tightly and guides your hips to move at a bit of a slower pace.

“jesus, fuck.” kuroo moans, his grip on his phone faltering a bit as he begins to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. he tightens his grasp on the phone and starts fucking into you, matching the movements of your hips. 

“yes kuroo, just like that.” you sigh, throwing your head back at the sensation. 

“touch yourself, i want you to cum first.” kuroo breathes and you do as told. you rub your clit as you continue to grind on kuroo’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway. 

“mm, kuroo-” is all you manage to get out before you’re trembling and moaning, your core pulsating as you orgasm.

“fuck.” kuroo pants as he pulls out of you, giving himself a few tugs before spurting warm cum all over your ass. you two sit like that for a few seconds, letting yourselves regain stability. once you feel as though you can move again, you turn around and lay on kuroo’s chest. he’s still recording so he flips the camera to face you guys, lifts your chin, and presses your lips together lovingly.

“probably the hottest one we’ve recorded yet.” kuroo says after ending recording.

“yeah?” you laugh at his enthusiastic expression.

“mhmm, because you’re the star of it.” he smiles. 

bokuto

- he comes home from practice and finds you waiting on the bed naked with your already recording camera set up on the side table

- babie is FLUSTERED

- like he just stands in the doorway, mouth gaped open, as if he’s too scared to walk in

- he’s seen you naked numerous times but you still take his breath away every time

- he’s so adorable 

- finally snaps out of his trance and joins you on the bed

bokuto removes his shoes and climbs into bed with you. the contrast between him being fully clothed and you being completely naked makes both of you blush a bit.

“what’s all this about?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow, scanning your entire body which makes you tense under his stare.

“umm well, i was thinking about it and i thought it’d be really hot if we made a sex tape.” you explain.

“you wanna make a sex tape?” he questions.

“i mean yeah. it’ll be nice to have something to look back-”

“say less.” he cuts you off and practically tears off his shirt. you giggle at his excitement, already knowing that he was probably going to react this way. within the next few seconds, you aren’t the only naked one anymore and your eyes trail down bokuto’s body. just like how you never fail to amaze him, he never fails to amaze you. the way his toned muscles flex whenever he moves makes all your heat rush to your core. 

“the view’s nice huh?” he teases and flexes his biceps a bit.

“shut up.” you laugh, “but yes, it is.”

bokuto grins at your compliment, then cups your face in his hands and captures your lips with his passionately. your lips mesh together effortlessly, as if you guys were made to kiss each other. bokuto deepens the kiss by swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, alerting you that he’s about to insert it into your mouth. he does just that and you let out a breathy moan that shoots right down to his dick. he hardens at your noises, kissing you deeper just to earn more. you could honestly kiss bokuto for hours. the way he always makes you feel like you’re the most fragile and precious thing he’s ever touched when he kisses you makes you feel overwhelmingly loved. though today’s makeout session is unfortunately cut short when bokuto pulls away and flips you over onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. you let out a gasp, a little startled by the sudden force.

“sorry babe, i just really need to be inside you right now.” he admits and you laugh a little. you prop yourself up onto your elbows and knees, preparing for bokuto to insert himself into you.

“mm, look at that. all pretty and perched up for me.” he groans, rubbing your exposed cunt with two fingers. you tense at his light yet arousing touch, desperately wanting him to do more. as if he read your mind, he inserts those fingers inside of you at an antagonizing pace. you move your hips back in an attempt to speed up the friction but instead he pulls his fingers out and rests his hand on your ass.

“be” he spanks one cheek, “patient.” he finishes as he spanks the other. you whine at the stinging yet pleasurable pain and bokuto smiles sadistically while entering his fingers back inside you at a much faster rate. you moan as you watch yourself on your phone screen. you intentionally set it up using the selfie camera so that you could watch as bokuto fucked you senseless on the screen, and boy are you glad you did that. the smug look on his face while he fingerfucks you and thrusts into his own hand makes you clench around his fingers, craving something a bit bigger than the two digits.

“please just fuck me kou, i need it.” you moan. bokuto tries to pretend he’s not flustered by your words but is clearly taken aback. he could be the dominant one all he wants, but it’ll never change the fact that he goes completely weak when you beg for him.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” he grins, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his painfully hard member.

“mhmm, please kou.” you hum, knowing that begging gets you anything you want with him. this instance just further proves that statement because he begins pushing into you at the same antagonizing speed he moved his fingers at. but you can’t complain since it helps a lot with getting used to his size, because he most definitely does not have the smallest tool in the shed. he continues slowly pushing his way in until his lower abdomen is pressed against your ass, his cock buried deep within your tight hole.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he moans. you glance at your phone to see what he looks like and his head is thrown back, eyes shut tightly and mouth open slightly. your body tingles at the sight, pleasure is written all over his expression and you love it. he pulls out of you and thrusts back into you with brute force. his favorite thing to do ever since he learned that it makes you scream. he pulls out of you exceptionally slowly, waits a short second, and then slam back into you relentlessly. your toes curl at his his little trick and you bury your face into a pillow in an attempt to muffle your loud moans of his name and plenty other profanities. he does this a few more times, smirking at the way you’re completely falling apart beneath him, then takes a break and fucks you at a more steady pace. though he’s no longer pounding into your sweet spot, his tip is still brushing against it and your head goes fuzzy with pleasure.

“you fuck me so good kotaro.” you moan into the pillow, gripping the sheets around you tightly.

“only the best for my pretty girl.” he smiles “here, turn over. wanna see your face.”

you flip over onto your back, now looking up at bokuto who’s smiling down at you lovingly.

“beautiful, so beautiful.” he coos, rubbing his thumb over your cheek softly. your heart drops into your stomach. you know you probably look a hot mess right now. makeup ruined from you shoving your face into a pillow, face flushed from the immense pleasure, and hair a bit messy from it all. but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in existence and your heart almost can’t take it.

“can’t wait to make you cum.” he finishes and without any warning, he grinds his hips into you smoothly yet assertively. he has a tight grip on your hips as he rocks into them and you are just about losing it beneath him. you’re gripping onto his biceps, surely leaving bruises that’ll form by tomorrow. but he doesn’t mind whatsoever. he loves seeing you all fucked out as he pounds into you, sputtering all sorts of moans and lewd words here and there with each thrust. he can tell you won’t be able to hold on for much longer, so he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs small and quick circles on it. he matches the tempo of his thrusts and watches you turn into a blabbering mess at his touch.

“fuck kou, jesus christ. i can’t-you’re gonna make me-oh my god-i’m gonna-“

you’re grip on his arms gets a bit tighter as you succumb to your forceful orgasm. your eyes roll back, your back arches off the bed, and you swear your vision goes dark for a few seconds. bokuto can almost never get a full thrust in after seeing you cum and this is no exception to that. as soon as he sees you come undone, he pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach with a rich moan of your name.

“i came so hard i went blind there for a second.” you admit and bokuto busts out laughing.

“shit sorry. not really though.” he shrugs, collapsing next to you.

“hush. i’m just glad we got that all on camera. i’ll definitely be watching that soon. speaking of, can you hand me my phone?”

bokuto reaches over to grab your phone of the nightstand and you stop recording.

“twenty minutes of gold content.” you say as you look at the length of the video.

“wanna make it twenty more?”

“say less.” you reply smugly.

[sicsidsimp666]

MAGGOTS! MAGGOTS! LOOK LOOK! ITS A CARE PACKAGE FROM @dysphorie

Okay so like I am so sorry for this being so late! This came in the mail forever ago! I've just been so busy! BUT MY FRIEND ORDERED @dysphorie 's SLIPKNOT COLORING BOOK! So in the picture above the ONLY thing she paid for was the coloring book BUT LOOK AT ALL THE GOODIES THAT CAME WITH!!!

Here is a picture of just specifically EXTRA ITEMS!!! And hang tight I'm going to go through a review of everything! But I just want to say thank you so much @dysphorie for putting all this effort into her order for my birthday gift! It was already going to be spectacular when she ordered it, but when I actually got it I was blown away by the level of care everything was packaged and the personalization of everything sent!

So obviously the most anticipated item first: the coloring book and colored pencils. WOW THE QUALITY OF THE PAPER IS AMAZING. SO THICK AND DELICIOUS AND CAN TAKE MY SHADING LAYERS FROM MY PRISMAS!!! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!! Every picture is unique, and there are varying styles in the book that make it so fun and interesting. It never gets dull as you go through the pages. It is also true to it’s name that it is an activity book, there are some draw in your own stuff, and other activity book games with areas to color, too on the same page (because if you are like me, drawing your own things stresses you out so there are other things to do on those pages). Overall you can tell the level of care that @dysphorie put into this true work of art is noticeable to even those who aren’t Slipknot crazed (as proven by my boyfriend who likes the band, but isn’t crazy like me. But he thought the book was just so cool and was envious that I said I am the only person who gets to touch it because I am a perfectionist and I can not WAIT to spend hours on each page). The colored pencils were a very nice touch! I will not be deceitful, I have been an artist for a long time so I have my own colored pencils that I use that are for blending and that I like. HOWEVER THIS WAS SOMETHING THAT WAS INCLUDED FOR FREE THAT DID NOT HAVE TO BE INCLUDED!!! And is great for those who might not have their own preferred colored pencils. Or if you have your own, guess what you got a free pack of colored pencils that you can use some other way!!! 

On to: THE FUCKING EXTRA SID PINS THAT JUST MADE MY HEART MELT. Okay so if you don’t already know Toad loves Sid, and then you put Sid on a little thing that I can touch, wear, and hang up, it very much so pleases the little crow brain Toad has. They are currently hanging up in my room because I am scared to death of it falling off somewhere. So I can just stair at the little rat for hours. JUST TO CLARIFY AGAIN, I DID NOT PAY FOR THE PINS @dysphorie INCLUDED THOSE FOR FREE. And the fact that they were all Sid ones (except one Slipknot band logo one) proves that she knows her people in her fandom and goes the extra mile to send them their favorite of the nine screaming men.  

Next: the stickers!!! We love stickers. Especially FREE stickers. And it gets even better when they are FUN stickers. So I got two very cool Bone Sugar stickers, which if you ever catch Toad in the wild they are on my laptop so then you can know that you have caught Toad in the wild. @dysphorie also gave me a swaggy tooth sticker which I very much like because its a great conversation piece and very much so a work of art. AND TWO FREE JIM STICKERS UNBELIVABLE. JUST ABSOLUTLY TOO GOOD TO BELEIVE! But none the less, they are there. One in color, that is so pretty, a soft fluffy Jimbo. And another a black and white sticker of the print she sent me, which is the next item. 

FREE JIM PRINT AND VERY COOL COFFIN PRINT OF ORIGINAL ART: Okay so this was just the cherry on top of this birthday order, because this is art. That was given to me for free. Many of us have forgotten the value that art holds with modern society, and I am not going to yell at those who have forgotten it, but I am going to ask that they take an opportunity to consider that someone in the world had to spend time to create it. With nothing promised, they carved out of their timeline precious hours that they are not going to get back. As we all know, everyone dies, everyone has a time limit so to speak, so the fact that someone created something for others to enjoy by giving up something that not even money can buy makes it art. And that is what makes art something so profound from so many angles. So I want to say thank you personally @dysphorie for letting me have the pleasure of enjoying art that you created with minutes of your own life. Both prints are very high quality paper, and are stiff so they came to me in great condition. They are also now both hanging up on my walls next to the Slipknot stickers and album picture from the We Are Not Your Kind vinyl. Very much so completes the look. 

The final thing, but certainly not the least THE FREE FUCKING GOOGLY EYES: Oh holy fuck how this breathed life back into me. It is something small. It is something that most people would ask why? But for Toad I said, “holy fuck I want to put these on my boyfriend’s nipples.” And I did. and then we died for laughter. So much joy from such a tiny item. So 10/10. 

Overall this was way more than I expected to get, and I can not express enough how much I love it and how much joy it brought me. I would highly, highly, recommend buying from @dysphorie. This is not the first time I have purchased something from her, and just like the last times, I am so happy that I did! 

[neptune-midheaven]

The Third House Placements and Their Handwriting Styles ~💖🌺🐚

Welcome back babes 😁🙏✨ I’m back posting someee bit but anything nonetheless ! This was a post I wanted to do for a while, this really intrigued me💫

I’m going to be talking about third house placements and their unique to the placement writing styles. Third house rules hands, arms, fingers and writing, correct !😄🎶 There is a correlation between handwriting and third house in astrology as it literlaly rules over it, so components in your third house astrology will dictate how this will look. Use all of the possible combinations you have in your chart ! 🙂☝️

For generational planet ruled signs, use whatever works better.

🔆Sun/leo ~

May have a gift in being very dramatic and showy whenever they express their ideas or in their communication they can be very bright and charming. They’re very talented at absorbing knowledge and facts, they usually are the types of people to dish out random facts about anything whoever you’re talking to them, they have so much random knowledge kept in their minds it’s almost funny. They’re silly and a bit childlike people,

Handwriting style 🦁

Regal, nice looking. They have a confidence to their writing, if the whole class wrote on one piece of paper, theirs would stand out more, maybe a “I can trust what they write is the best there is here” is what people reading over theirs would think.

🌙Moon/cancer ~

Loves sentimental things, talking about the past and family makes them feel good and safe, attachments to the mother, most likely missed her or their family whenever they had to go to school, homesickness at school

Handwriting style 🌝

Soft, homely words. Shyer? They write with a grace and their words are poetically beautiful. It looks like something out of a movie. Nostalgic, their ink is softer and lighter, their curves are soft, their lines and o’s are soft and so sensitive. SO gentle and calm. It’s sleepy?

💫Mercury/gemini/virgo ~

The wittiest, most social people ever. They’re all definitely extroverts, I am one with my gemini in 3rd house ova here 😘, they love talking, and never stop talking and love chatting about anything and never stop chatting about anything, they love walking up to random people and never stop walking up to random people and staring a convo with them out of nowhere 😀. My friends bully me all the time for this. I understand. The one kid in school with like all the answers, they just knew the answer to things and easily got good grades. People asked them for answers all of the time since they are so smart and intelligent, they absorb what they’re being taught so quickly they don’t ever let the teacher finish talking. They’re fast and versatile.

Handwriting style 🤸‍♀️

Fast writing, so many words. They write super fast and probably have so many typos in their essays and papers. Handwriting can look like crap 🤨😐. Like there’s no rush, you’re gonna get your paper done on time! You can’t read what they write al of the time because they rush through writing everything. Their letters and words look fancy somehow, like they were written by the scholar of all scholars, they’re just unintelligible words and sentences. Teachers may need to ask what the student with this placement writes because they can’t read it. Scribbles, jumbled and mixing up things all over the page. You can tell they write fast with the jagged lines and crooked n’s and t’s ajakksks.

💕Venus/taurus/libra ~

Very sweet and charming way of talking to others, they have strong persuasive powers with their honeyed words, they can almost charm you into doing anything, they seem so innocent and sweet. These people are very kind though of course! They love giving others compliments, strangers, their friends, their family, they’re such sweet people to have in your life. They attract partners and relationships by doing their daily tasks, lovers can show up suddenly when they’re running errands or they can attract a lot of interest at their school.

Handwriting style 🍓

The most pleasant, aesthetic handwriting i have ever seen, even if their handwriting is bad it still becomes an art style somehow, i don’t really know how else to describe that. It’s like no matter how bad it could possibly look or how incoherent it is, their script still manages to look NICE.

💥Mars/aries ~

Very loud voices, a bit like sun, but it’s more like their power and strength is used whenever they talk. They could be meaner or aggressive classmates, angry talkers, I know so many people with this placement who talk so mad, so much cursing, ranting and screaming. We love it all.

Handwriting style 🥵

Very rough and fast handwriting, similar to mercury; however, it has more fervor, the messiest and most impulsive handwriting out of all of the other placements.

🐚Jupiter/sagittarius ~

Loud and expressive communicators, similar to the sun here, but they’re louder and bigger. You can hear their voices from across the room and they’re usually the know-it-all’s in the classroom. Very friendly and fun to talk to, they talk about so many exotic and interesting things. They love to crack a joke or two. Also, it’s something about these peoples voices are just FUNNY. Like how they talk is like hilarious and jolly in a good way. It make you wanna crack up and feel good. They make you feel good and BLESSED when they talk to you.

Handwriting style 🍀

Larger letters, I’ve noticed they have bigger “holes” and like to expand their letters over the pages, their words go over the lines and it could be messy usually, sort of like mars fashion but it’s just wider words on the paper.

🪐Saturn/capricorn ~

Very punctual people with perfect punctuation. They hate it whenever their thoughts are messy or unorganized, it makes it hard for them to think thoroughly like they are expected to. They’re the smarter most mature minds in the room. Very deep, daddy voices. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT. THEY SOUND LIKE THEIR DADS. ITS CRAZY. They talk with so authority and sureness, their diction is so perfect it makes everyone mad.

Handwriting style ✏️

Perfect handwriting, they hate it when their sentences look off or unstructured on a page. The most rounded o’s, the straightest lines and perfect length for every letter they write. Correct punctuation once again, their words look like they were printed by a typewriter.

🌪Uranus/aquarius ~

Very different minds, they could feel strange or odd in school, like they were just the oddball learners, had weird interests, or was a huge nerd over so many subjects. Crazy coffee drinkers, the ones with monster drinks and twenty textbooks that are about to fall out of their open backpacks because they rushed to get to school on time. The craziest people actually, their minds are like on drugs, they can be hard to keep up with.

Handwriting style ⚡️

Weird ways they write certain styles of their letters and their words can “come out” of the page. They write SO fast this is usually why they take harder classes in school with more work just solely on the fact they can write much faster than anyone else. Maybe comic-book looking writing? They’re dynamic and crazy like harsh lines and crazy o’s, there’s something unique about the way they write.

🌊Neptune/pisces ~

Such idealistic thinkers. They want to see the good in their surroundings, they do need to be careful with this because surroundings and things can be deceiving. They can absorb such much of their surroundings, they can be quieter communicators because of this. It can be taken advantage of since they’re overwhelmed by conversations or they can be easily fooled by the wrong people. Like they believe things that aren’t even true? Or they like tell a lot of white lies when they’re talking that make people go like uhh is that even true?😀😀 But they play it off when they’re caught lying, it’s very deceptive. The quietest kids in school that either did drugs or tried to escape class by doing some illegal stuff, or they just left. Some were never seen at school.

Handwriting style 🌀

The sleepiest handwriting I’ve ever seen. It’s provably hard to read what they write. Faded words maybe? Faded words on faded paper. So poetic though, it’s pretty but not in a venus way, it like captivates you. It’s hypnotizing they way they draw out their e’s and their a’s have a dreamy tail that connects to their next letter.

🥀Pluto/scorpio ~

Obsessive minds, they want to know everything possible, they want to reach the deepest depths on information and knowledge. They are motived and driven to know as much as they can, and they always seem to succeed. They’re very smart. The kids in school who would keep to themselves or would obsess over what the teacher taught them, the way they communicate is like they’ve read the same page over and over again for days. Obsessive.

Handwriting style 🖤

Darker, hard to see words, they can have obsessive writing. It’s perfect but fast writing, maybe a bit scary that they have the ability to write so much with so much power? People can be freaked out with just how much they know already. So their words can be very persuasive, so the letters would be magnetic, you love their writing once you read one of their essays. You’re obsessed, just like they are.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Photoshoot Fantasies - Fred Weasley

Title: Photoshoot Fantasies Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!!! Dom!Fred, daddy kink, spanking, masturbation (male and female) oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, choking, begging, dirty talk Summary: Fred doesn’t like it when his girlfriend gets naughty without his permission A/N: this is….pure filth. For the anon who wanted some smut with dom!fred. this is literally like 3% plot and 97% smut lmao so I hope you enjoy!! Requests are open and feedback is always welcomed!!

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“Oi, lover boy! You’ve got a letter from your girlfriend,” George calls teasingly from the kitchen.

Fred groans as he rolls over in bed, his hands coming up to rub the last bits of sleep from his eyes. He squints as he opens his eyes, due to the bright streaks of sunlight coming in from the break in his curtains. Fred takes a moment to mentally prepare himself for the day before he heaves himself out of bed, and shuffles into the kitchen.

“Good morning dear brother of mine,” George greets far too cheerily for the early hour.

Fred grunts in response and takes a seat across from George, waving his wand so a cup of coffee lands in front of him. He usually isn’t one to need caffeine in the morning, his own natural energy is usually enough to clear the sleep induced fog from his head, but he’s been having trouble sleeping lately since Y/N hasn’t been by his side.

After graduation, Y/N landed her dream job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry. Fred had been so proud of her, and he loved how excited she was each night as she told him about her day over dinner. Unfortunately, her job had one huge drawback: traveling. Every so often Y/N would travel to different parts of the UK and Europe to get updates on the population of certain magical creatures or to help develop and implement conservation plans. A week ago, she left for her longest trip yet, an entire month, and Fred hasn’t been able to sleep well since.

“Where’s this letter then?” Fred asks after he has a few sips of coffee. He can feel the caffeine working its’ magic, and his brain is finally clear enough to string a sentence together.

George rolls his eyes and tosses a thick envelope at Fred. “You two are sickening, you know that? I think she wrote you a bloody novel about how much she loves you and misses you,” George says, pretending to throw up.

Fred flips George off, trying to contain the blush forming on his face. “Don’t act like you didn’t stand in the doorway for 15 minutes last night kissing Angelina goodbye, git.” Fred can feel George’s eyes on him as he fiddles with the envelope. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he bites.

“Someone is feeling feisty,” George retorts with a laugh. “Come on then, open the damn letter. Let’s see how long it takes her to start waxing poetically about your eyes.”

Fred glares at George as his fingers quickly rip open the envelope. Normally he would wait for George to go and busy himself with something else or he’d retreat to his room so he could bask in Y/N’s words by himself, but it’s been far too long since he’s seen her and Fred thinks he might explode if he waits any longer to read her letter. “Oh,” he says softly in surprise, when he only pulls out one piece of parchment. The envelope hadn’t been bulky from the lovely letter she wrote him, but the half a dozen photographs she had included. His eyes scan over the short note, a small smile appearing on his face.

To my dearest Freddie Eddie Spaghetti,

Things are going well up in Scotland, Niffler birth rates are through the roof thanks to the plan we implemented last year. We’ve spent the last few days prepping a large cohort of them to send off to Egypt to assist the rune breakers Gringotts has out there. I’ll be off to France in a day or so to check up on some of the Thestrals we brought to a conservatory outside of Nice a few months ago, hopefully they’ve acclimated well.

I’ve been missing you like crazy, Freddie. You’re all I seem to think about these days, it’s been quite hard to focus on my work. I don’t know how I’m going to manage going three more weeks without seeing your face or being held in your arms. You better rest up, because you won’t be getting any sleep for days once I’m finally back home with you.

I’ve included a few photos that will hopefully keep you company while I’m still away.

Love you lots and lots and lots, Y/N

“That’s it? One stinky piece of parchment?” George asks, clearly annoyed. “There’s my day, ruined. Thought I’d get a nice laugh at least since you’ve been so miserable. What else is in the envelope then?”

Fred’s eyes are still scanning the letter, trying to commit the words to memory and he absentmindedly grabs the stack of photos to show George. “She sent photos,” he responds, finally putting the letter to the side. “Probably of all the baby Nifflers,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Let me see, then,” George says excitedly, reaching his hand out. “Remember when she sent those photos of the baby dragons dressed up in onesies? That was jokes. Bet she put hats on them this time.”

As Fred goes to hand George the stack of photos he gets a glimpse of the one on top. His eyes widen and he quickly pulls his arm back, cradling the photos against his chest. “Nope, sorry. You can’t see them.”

“What? Why not?” George watches as Fred starts to fidget in his seat and a red flush starts to take over his face. “Oh my god!” he says suddenly with a laugh, realization hitting him. “She sent you nudes! What a little minx. You two are far more disgusting than I ever could have imagined.”

Fred clears his throat, choosing to ignore George. “Well I’m going to go back to my room and uh, respond to this letter. See you later.” Fred tries to act as normal as possible as he heads back to his room, desperately trying to ignore George’s cackling. He breathes a sigh of relief as he shuts his door behind him, leaning on it for a moment.

Fred rids himself of his T-shirt and climbs back onto his bed in nothing but his boxers. This isn’t how he planned on spending his morning, but Fred is more than happy to change his plans. He sits up in bed, his back pressed up against his cold wall and his legs splayed out. While Fred would consider himself adventurous in the bedroom, this is the first time Y/N has ever done anything like this, and he can feel himself getting aroused already.

“Merlin,” he groans as he allows himself to look at the first photo. Y/N is laying in the middle of a bed wearing nothing but a lacy red bra and the matching pair of panties, a set Fred is all too familiar with.  Her whole face isn’t visible, just her mouth, and as the photo moves her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip and her hand lightly trails down her torso to her thigh.

He balances the stack of photos on his lap for a moment, his right hand pushing his boxers down to his thighs. Fred had planned on drawing out the experience, but he’s already rock hard from the first photo. He throws the first photo on the bed beside him as he wraps his hand around himself, and he picks the stack back up.

Fred starts to slowly stroke himself as his eyes rake over the next photograph, his mouth running dry. Y/N is laying in the same position as before, but the bra she was wearing in the first photo has been discarded, and as the photo moves her hands massage her breasts and she bites her lip.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, as he moves onto the next photo. Y/N is now completely naked, and as the photo moves one of her hands trails down her front from her breast to her core while her other hand pinches and toys with one of her nipples.

Fred starts to stroke himself faster and is unable to contain the grunts that fall from his mouth as he moves to the next photo. His thumb rubs the sensitive tip of his cock, spreading around the precum that has started to accumulate, helping his hand glide easier as he strokes. In the next photo, Y/N’s mouth is open, and Fred is sure a breathy moan is leaving her lips, as the movement of the photo shows Y/N starting to slowly rub her clit as her other hand fists in the sheets underneath her.

“Oh, fucking shit,” Fred groans as he looks at the second to last photo, his hand stilling on his cock to stop himself from finishing just yet. Y/N’s feet are now flat against the bed, her knees bent and open wide. As the photo moves Fred can clearly see Y/N sink two fingers into herself as her thumb rubs at her clit. Her other hand tugs at the sheets and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, a telltale sign that she’s on the brink of her release.

Fred starts to stroke himself again as he reveals the last photo, his orgasm quickly approaching. Y/N’s entire body is flushed red and as the photo moves her back arches, her toes curl, and her whole body trembles as she reaches her orgasm.

Fred’s thumb teases the sensitive head of his cock as his eyes wander over all of the photos. He focuses on the last one, and as Y/N once again reaches her climax Fred does as well. His head tips back and he lets out a low moan as he releases all over his stomach, his cock twitching in his hand. Fred continues to lightly stroke himself as he comes down from his high, his breath coming out in hard pants.

When he gets to be too sensitive he releases himself, letting his cock lay against his stomach. He reaches for his wand so he can clean himself off with a simple spell. But an even better idea pops into his head.

“Accio, camera,” he casts, watching as the top drawer of their dresser opens and his camera starts to fly over to him. He grips the camera and points it at himself, so his body from his torso to the tops of his thighs are in shot. Fred makes sure that his limp cock and the come on his stomach is the center of the photo, and once he’s pleased with the shot he clicks the shutter button.

Fred places the camera on his bed as the photo prints and develops, grabbing his wand and cleaning himself off with a spell. He pulls his boxers back up and gets out of bed, rummaging around for some parchment and a quill. Once he finds what he needs he writes out a quick letter to Y/N.

To my dearest Y/N,

I’m glad to hear everything is going well with work. I’m so proud of you and the things you do. Things at the shop are going well, the new range of whiz-bangs sold out in just a few days. I’m missing you like mad, I can’t wait for you to get home.

Those photos you sent me were very naughty. How dare you pleasure yourself like that without Daddy’s permission. I think Daddy’s going to have to punish you when he finally gets his hands on you. 10 spanks sounds fair, doesn’t it princess? I think you deserve it, after the mess you caused Daddy to make all over himself.

Love you lots and lots and lots and lots, Freddie Eddie Spaghetti

Fred grabs the now developed photo from his bed as he reads over the letter, a satisfied smile on his face. He folds up the letter and tucks it into an envelope along with the photo before he seals it and addresses it to Y/N. As he goes to leave his room he spots a piece of folded up parchment on his floor and he grabs it, opening it up as he heads towards the window in the kitchen.

I’m going to Angelina’s. Use a silencing charm next time you perv.

Fred laughs at George’s note as he sends their owl away with his letter, already thinking about taking advantage of his brother’s absence.

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“Someone is in a good mood this morning,” George muses as Fred saunters down into the shop just before opening.

Fred adjusts his tie as he joins his brother at the till, a huge smile on his face. Just like last week, a letter had arrived from Y/N this morning with another filthy set of photos. This time she was in a lingerie set that Fred didn’t recognize, and she brought herself to her climax using one of the toys Fred had purchased for her as a Valentine’s Day present earlier in the year. Fred had just enough time to bring himself to his own orgasm and write her back before he had to get dressed and head down to work.

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Fred asks as he unlocks the door and turns the open sign on with a wave of his wand. “The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It’s a beautiful day, Georgie.”

George looks Fred over before he scrunches his face up in disgust. “Y/N sent you another letter today didn’t she?” When Fred sends George a wink he gags. “Bloody disgusting. I hope you washed your hands.”

“And why would Fred need to be washing his hands?” Verity asks as she comes back from the storeroom with some more love potions to be stocked.

Fred’s face flushes red as George start to laugh. “No reason in particular,” he stutters out. Fred turns to George and glares at him. “You’re such an arse.” Fred moves to hit George upside the head, but he ducks his brother’s advance and heads over to help the two customers that have just walked in the door.

“You lot don’t pay me enough to deal with this,” Verity says as she chuckles and shakes her head.

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Fred sighs to himself as he sits up in bed, his eyes scanning over some of his notes. He and George are in the early days of developing some new products, and he’s working out some of the initial bugs before they start production next week. At least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing, but his mind is definitely elsewhere. Y/N’s third letter had arrived a few days ago, and he can’t help but let his mind wander to the new photoset sitting in his bedside drawer. It seems that his threats of punishment have fallen on deaf ears, because the photos Y/N has sent have been dirtier each time, and he can’t help but imagine what will be waiting for him in the envelope when her final letter arrives in a few days.

“What do you want?” Fred asks dully when there’s a knock at his door, not bothering to look up at George.

“That’s an awfully rude way to greet your girlfriend after you haven’t seen her for nearly a month,” Y/N says, the smile evident in her voice.

Fred’s head snaps up immediately, a smile taking over his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He immediately climbs off the bed and heads over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N drops her bag on the ground and wraps her arms around Fred’s neck, pulling him down so she can kiss him sweetly. “We finished everything up a few days early. Figured I’d come home and surprise you.”

Fred presses their lips together again hotly, his hands moving down to Y/N’s thighs. He lifts her up, his hands gripping her tightly and moves her over to the bed. “God I missed you,” he murmurs into their kiss, before he tosses her onto the bed.

“Couldn’t have missed me too much, not with all the photos I sent you,” Y/N giggles as she lays back on the bed.

Fred’s eyes darken and he can’t help but let out a groan as he thinks about those pictures. He can feel himself start to get aroused, and he grabs his wand, waving it so that his door slams shut, and locks and a silencing charm falls around his room.

“Such a naughty girl you were, Y/N. Taking those photos without Daddy’s permission,” he scolds, his voice low and rough.

Y/N squirms on the bed, looking up at Fred as innocent as possible. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to make you feel good while I was gone,” she explains sweetly. “And clearly it worked, that photo you sent me made me so wet, Daddy.”

Fred bites his lip as he watches her squirm on the bed, taking pride in the fact that he can see a blush forming on her cheeks. “Oh, you made Daddy feel very good, princess. But you were still being a little brat. And you know what happens to brats? Don’t you?”

Y/N can feel herself getting wet as arousal starts to build in her stomach. She’s been waiting for this moment since Fred mentioned spanking her in his first letter. “They get punished,” she responds airily, fists clenching to keep from touching herself.

“That’s right princess, they get punished.” Fred pauses, letting his eyes roam up and down Y/N’s body. “Daddy think 30 swats is good, 15 on each cheek. Don’t you think, princess?” Fred smirks when Y/N lets out a whine as she nods wildly. “What should I use, hm? My hand? Or should I get the paddle?”

“Your hand, please,” Y/N begs. As much as she loves the paddle, she craves the feeling of Fred’s hand on her ass.

Fred smirks down at her. “Normally brats don’t get what they want. But you asked so nicely, princess.” Fred tears his gaze away from Y/N and takes seat on the end of their bed. “Get naked for Daddy and come stand in front of me.”

Y/N immediately gets off of the bed and rids herself of all of her clothing. Normally when they play this game she loves to drag it out and tease Fred endlessly. But she’s been on the edge for nearly 4 weeks and Fred has already been preparing to punish her, and she doesn’t want to find out what he’ll do if she’s even more naughty now that they’re finally back together. Y/N comes to stand in front of Fred, feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“God you are so gorgeous, princess,” Fred compliments, his hand reaching out to lightly grip her hip. He rubs circles into the bare skin, reassuring her. “Come on then. Get in Daddy’s lap.” Fred helps Y/N get situated across his lap, laying on her front. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, letting his hand run down her back, over her bum and to her thigh. “Do you have anything to say to Daddy? Before he gives you your punishment,” he drawls, his hand pushing in between her legs to rub at her wet folds.

Y/N gasps at his touch, her eyes falling closed. “I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Daddy,” she moans out as Fred rubs her clit ever so slightly.

“Thank you princess,” he says softly, removing his hand from her core. He places it on her bum instead, lightly massaging one of her cheeks. “Daddy’s not mad at you, princess. But you still have to be punished, do you understand?” When Y/N nods he smiles. “Good girl. I want you to count for me, okay?”

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N responds, getting comfortable in Fred’s lap. A squeak leaves her mouth as Fred lands the first slap to her ass. “One,” she counts breathily. Before she has a chance to recover from the first hit, Fred is landing another hit to her cheek causing her to moan. “Two.”

Fred smirks down at the writhing mess Y/N has turned into after her first 15 spanks. Her right bum cheek is bright red, and Fred resists his urge to lean down to kiss it. “Are you doing alright, Princess? Can you take 15 more?” Fred asks quietly, reaching up to stroke Y/N’s hair. As much as he loves being rough with her, he never wants to hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any way. He’s rock hard in his trousers already, and he wants to make sure she’s getting as much pleasure from this as he is.

“Yes, Daddy. Need more. ‘M a naughty girl, I need to be punished,” she responds desperately. Y/N is soaking wet and her stomach is a pool of arousal. A few tears have snuck out of her eyes from how turned on she is, and she’s basking in the warmth left behind on her bum from Fred’s hand.

“Good girl,” Fred praises, leaning down to press a few kisses to Y/N’s shoulder. “You can use your safe word at any time, you know that right?” When Y/N nods he presses another kiss to her shoulder and starts to massage the bum cheek he hasn’t hit yet. “Count for me again, princess, okay?”

Y/N nods, letting out a moan a Fred lands the first hit to her cheek. “One,” she whines, lifting her hips up to encourage him to spank her again. Fred suddenly lands three hits in a row, causing a few more tears to leak out of her eyes as she moans. “Two, three, four,” she stutters out.

By the time Fred lands the last hit to her ass, Y/N is desperate for release. She’s slowly moving her hips forward, desperate for any kind of friction against her clit. “Daddy please,” she begs.

“Look at my desperate little baby,” he coos, moving Y/N’s hair out of her face so he can see the desperation on it. “Such a good girl you were, princess. Such a good girl for Daddy. C’mere let me kiss you.”

Fred helps Y/N straddle his waist and tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear. He kisses her deeply, his tongue immediately licking into her mouth. Y/N moans into the kiss, rolling her hips against the rough fabric of Fred’s trousers. Fred groans at the contact on his clothed cock, his hips rolling up to meet hers. “God, so fucking desperate for it aren’t you, princess?” he asks as his lips start to trail kisses down her neck.

Y/N nods, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. “Need you so bad, Daddy. Missed your cock. That’s what I was thinkin’ about in all those photos. Thinkin’ about how much I love your cock and how good it feels inside of me.”

Fred groans into Y/N’s neck and pulls away so he can look at her. “That’s so fucking hot, princess. Imagining you lying in bed, touching yourself and thinking of me.” Fred kisses Y/N again. “Go on and show Daddy how you touch yourself, princess. Get in bed and pleasure yourself for me.”

Y/N crawls off of Fred’s lap and onto the bed, settling down in the middle of it. One of her hands starts to pinch and twist her nipple, while the other runs down her body and settles at her core. She watches as Fred stands up and starts to undress himself, her index finger starting to rub small circles on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, tilting her head back.

Once Fred is fully nude he kneels on the bed next to Y/N’s head and takes himself in his hand. He starts to slowly stroke his cock, his eyes crawling over every inch of Y/N’s body. There’s a flush that creeps up her chest, over her neck and to her cheeks and her hips are slowly rocking as she teases her clit.

“So pretty, princess. You look so pretty touching yourself for Daddy,” Fred praises.

Y/N turns her head to look at Fred as she feels her orgasm approaching. She opens her mouth, silently asking Fred to let her suck him off. When he doesn’t immediately give in, she whines. “Please let me suck your cock, Daddy. Please.”

Fred reaches down with his free hand to cup Y/N’s cheek. “Fucking hell you’re desperate for it princess.” He pushes his hips forward just enough so Y/N can wrap her lips around the head of his cock.

Y/N whines around Fred’s cock, her head starting to move up and down. She lets her tongue wrap around the head on each pull back, wanting Fred to release into her mouth. When he starts to slowly fuck his hips forward she hums around him in encouragement. As her climax builds she starts to rub harder circles on her clit, desperate for release.

“Fuck princess, gonna make Daddy come,” Fred moans, his eyes watching his cock disappear into her mouth.

Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as she reaches her orgasm, her whole body trembling. She moans around Fred’s cock as pleasure flows through her, causing him to suddenly release into her mouth. Her motions on her clit slow down as Fred’s cock twitches in her mouth and she swallows his release. As Fred slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth Y/N stops her movement on her clit, bringing her hand up to clean off her finger.

“Holy fuck,” Fred pants, watching Y/N’s lips wrap around her finger. “You are so fucking amazing,” he says in awe. Fred’s cock which hadn’t even gone fully soft starts to harden again as Y/N looks up at him. “Look at what you do to Daddy, princess. His cock is already hard for you again.”

Y/N smiles as she gets up to her knees. She wraps one hand around his cock and starts to slowly stroke it, while her other goes to his neck so she can pull their lips together. Fred’s mouth immediately overpowers hers, and he forces his tongue into her mouth. Fred is fully hard in Y/N’s hand now, and as they kiss he maneuvers them so he’s sitting with his back up against the wall, and Y/N is sitting in his lap.

“Need your cock Daddy,” Y/N whines, pulling her mouth away from Fred’s. “Fuck me Daddy, please.”

Fred chuckles, his hands falling onto Y/N’s hips. “Go on then, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock since you’re so desperate for it.” Fred suppresses a groan as Y/N grinds down against him. Fred and Y/N have tried nearly every sexual position either of them could think of, and they both know that being on top is low on Y/N’s list of favorites; she much prefers it when Fred holds her down and fucks her into the mattress.

“Daddy,” she pouts, grinding down against him again.

Fred narrows his eyes at her and resists his urge to kiss her. “Princess,” he warns. “If you wanna be a desperate cock slut, then be a desperate cock slut and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Maybe if you’re a good girl and you come on Daddy’s cock he’ll give you what you want.”

Y/N perks up at that, and she leans forward to kiss Fred slowly as she rises to her knees. One of her hands’ rests on his shoulder, while the other reaches back to grasp the base of his cock.

Fred breaks their kiss so he can watch as Y/N lines him up with her entrance. Y/N whines as she sinks down, her eyes fluttering shut at how full she feels. She sinks down until their hips meet and Fred is fully inside of her.

“Fuck you’re tight, princess. Always so tight for Daddy,” he praises. He groans as Y/N starts to roll her hips, his grip on her tightening. “Go on, baby,” he encourages. “Get yourself off on my cock.”

“Oh,” Y/N moans, her hands gripping Fred’s shoulders tightly. She starts to slowly pick herself up, stopping when Fred is only halfway inside her, before she slams herself back down. “So good, Daddy,” she pants.

Y/N fucks herself on Fred’s cock like that for a few minutes, growing frustrated when she fails to hit the spot inside of her that will bring her to her orgasm. “Daddy please,” she whines.

“Come on, princess. You know how to fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Come around Daddy’s cock and he’ll give you what you want,” he encourages.

Y/N leans back, placing a hand on each of Fred’s thighs and uses the leverage to lift herself up. “Oh fuck,” she gasps as she sinks back down, the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushing her sweet spot.

“You look so pretty, princess. Getting yourself off on my cock,” Fred praises, helping Y/N to lift her hips off of him. “Such a good girl.”

Y/N moans as she fucks herself on Fred’s cock, already feeling her orgasm approaching. She starts to move her hips desperately, searching for her release. “So close, Daddy. Touch me Daddy please,” she pleads.

Fred smirks before he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Come on, Princess, come on Daddy’s cock,” he encourages, one of his hands leaving her hip so he can rub circles on her clit.

With one more downwards movement of her hips Y/N’s walls tighten around Fred as she comes, her body shaking as her orgasm rolls through her. “That’s it, princess. Such a good girl,” Fred coos quietly, his thumb slowing its motion and his hips rocking slightly to help her through her orgasm.

Fred kisses Y/N slowly as her breathing starts to return to normal. She shifts around on his cock as their lips move together and it takes everything in Fred to not come right there. “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, princess. Doing so well,” he says, breaking their kiss. “Can you take more, baby? D’you want Daddy to fuck you into the mattress?” Fred pecks Y/N’s lips. “It’s okay if you don’t baby. Daddy just wants to take care of you.”

“Want you to come inside me Daddy,” Y/N tells him, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Want you to pin me down and fuck me into the mattress.”

Fred doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses Y/N hard and flips them over so her back is on the bed and he’s hovering over her. He throws both of her legs over his shoulders, pinning her to the mattress with his hips. He braces himself with one hand as his other comes up to grip Y/N’s throat and he pulls all the way out before he slams back into her.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” Y/N moans as Fred starts to fuck into her relentlessly. The tip of his cock is brushing the spot inside of her and she’s already so sensitive from her previous two orgasms, and with the way Fred is gripping the side of her neck she knows she won’t last long.

“God, princess,” Fred grunts as Y/N’s walls clench around him. “Such a good pussy. You always feel go good wrapped around Daddy.” Fred lands a particularly hard slam as Y/N moves to touch herself. “Hands off, princess. Want you to come just from my cock. Can you do that for Daddy?”

Y/N nods, too busy moaning and whining to answer Fred verbally. Her body feels like it’s on fire, her toes curling and her back arching as she reaches her climax. “Daddy,” she moans lowly, as she comes around Fred’s cock, a few stray tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

“Fuck princess,” Fred moans. Y/N’s walls tighten and twitch around him, bringing him to his own release. His hips still as he empties himself inside of her and he crashes their lips together. Fred slows their kiss down as they both recover, unable to stop the smirk that forms on his mouth when Y/N whines as he slowly pulls out of her. Fred collapses on the bed next to Y/N and she immediately cuddles into his side as he wraps his arm around her.

“I love you,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.  

Fred turns his head so he can kiss her properly, not pulling away until they both need to breathe. “I love you too, Y/N,” he says softly. “Are you alright? Did I go too far?”

Y/N shakes her head, chuckling at Fred’s concern. “Not at all, love. It was incredible.” She pauses so she can press a kiss to his neck. “I’m glad I have the next few days off, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

Fred laughs and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Good thing I have you all to myself because I have quite a few plans for us.”

Y/N looks up at him, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “Oh yeah? What might those be?”

“Let’s just say our cameras are definitely going to need more film when I’m done with you.”