#looking so scruffy and yummy

[alexturntable]

rogerfederer Unforgettable days in the wild 🐆 🦁 🦏🦒 🌳 🌍

[jobean12-blog]

Kiss to Kiss

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 855

Summary: Joel is grumpier than usual and the only way to make it better is YOU.

Author's Note: This is a completely self-indulgent fic focused on his neck because not unknown to you all I'm obsessed with it and I could spend the rest of forever kissing his neck. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff with LOTS of kisses, especially neck kiss

PS if you're looking for some yummy posts check out @iamasaddie post HERE. She has so many goodies! Thanks for the inspo sweets!

PPS I sprinkled a couple of yummy gifs in there too just bc 🫠

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

When the front door of your small house creaks open and then slams shut with a bang you turn off the oven and brush off your hands.

“Joel?”

The only response you get is in the form of an acknowledging grunt.

He’s standing in the hallway, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing his jaw. He looks lost in thought.

“What happened?” you ask quietly as you approach.

His brown eyes look up and you can see the lines on his forehead soften at the sight of you. He doesn’t answer and just tracks your movement until you reach him and press yourself closer.

Your fingertips lightly trace his jaw as you study his face.

“Come here,” you tell him before grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the couch.

He follows and promptly sits when you give him a little shove. Immediately, his legs spread wide and he places his elbows on his knees, massaging the bridge of his nose.

You stand between his legs and remove his fingers from his face, waiting until he sits back. Then you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and straddle his waist.

“You want to talk about why you’re so grumpy?”

As you ask the question you gently drag your fingers across his cheek and then the outline of his scruffy jaw. His gaze is trained on your face but when you lean in and press your lips to his neck you can feel him let out a deep exhale.

“Who said I’m grumpy?” he grumbles before his eyes close, dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks and his hands slowly slide up your thighs to settle on your waist.

You delicately drag your nose over his skin, stopping just below his ear to press another soft kiss there. Your lips linger on every inch of his neck and he sinks further into the couch, the tension sliding from his shoulders.

Your fingers toy with the already open collar of his shirt, dipping lower until you reach the first closed button. You pop it open and let your fingertips explore his newly exposed skin while keeping your lips on his neck. You find every little beauty mark and kiss it, nuzzling and breathing him in as you go.

He rests his head along the back of the couch and you take the opportunity to kiss along his collarbone and over the hollow of his throat, feeling the deep vibration of his satisfied hum.

When you reach the other side of his neck you start at his pulse point, nipping softly before trailing kisses all the way up to his other ear.

He slips his fingers under your shirt and digs them into your skin, holding you in place. Your lips graze his cheek until you find his mouth and press a feather light kiss there.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his eyes still closed. “More.”

You happily oblige and pepper his face with kisses. His forehead, his nose, his eyelids and every patch of gray that lines his cheeks. Without stopping you dip your head to his neck again and drag your mouth along his skin with light kisses.

Each time your lips pass his mouth he chases them.

He flattens his palms and slides his hands along the curve of your back then gently smooths them back down. You shiver from his touch and smile into his neck.

“That feels nice,” you whisper.

He does it again, keeping you close while you continue pressing your lips to the strong column of his neck. When you gently suck on his skin you can feel his hard swallow. His hands still and he moves you back so he can look you in the eyes.

“No more?” you ask.

“I always want more,” he answers.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re upset first?”

He slowly shakes his head no, tilting his face and gliding his hand up to your neck to bring your lips closer. His palm flattens against your cheek and he rubs his calloused thumb across your temple.

“Later,” he whispers against your mouth. “Talk later.”

His kiss is soft but still holds a desperation you’re all too familiar with and when he takes you in his arms and lays you on the couch, you welcome the comfortable and safe weight of him, wrapping you in his warmth and scent.

He cradles your cheek and brushes his lips across yours tenderly.

“I made cookies…” you tell him softly.

“Is that what I smell?”

His lips curve into a small smile and you quickly kiss them.

“Yep. You want some?”

He buries his face in your neck and runs his nose along your skin and when you feel his lips part to speak you answer for him before he has the chance.

“I know…later,” you say.

His gaze finds yours and he smiles again, his eyes closing when your fingers comb through his hair.

Your lips meet with a tug on his curls and he hums contentedly when you melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and forgetting about everything else but him.

@littleseasiren @hiddles-rose @lizette50 @lorilane33 @blackwidownat2814

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Nonhuman AU Trey

Ironically this baker is a type of cinnamon bear, but you wouldn't be able to tell since like his siblings he inherited his dad's green fur, though he is a lighter shade. It's more obvious if you take a look at his mother.

Said siblings climb around on everything, including Trey himself. He likes swinging them around when they hang onto his strong arms and... would be willing to do the same for you if asked.

He’s taller and has more muscle than his human counterpart, but also a bit more squish. Has some very thick dark claws, and human hands with some dark padding on the palm and fingertips. He has a little tail that isn't that noticeable given its size. Sharp teeth and noticeable canines.

Very interested in your little dull human teeth and small mouth.

Fur is fluffy and he has a lot of it. Arms, legs chest, underarms, floof happy trail, above his tail and the same shade of green as his hair. Now bear fur texture is shaggy and thick, but unlike regular bears whose fur is rough, dirty looking, and stiff due to dirt, leaves, tree sap, and old food, Trey takes very good care of his fur so it's great for burying your face in. Similar to other beasts he can and will use it to lure you in for cuddles and to give him scritches.

Like dogs, bears lose some of their soft, dense insulating underfur as well as some of their coarse outer guard hairs when temperatures climb. By late summer, they can look quite scruffy. However, as the weather cools and they layer on fat for hibernation, their underfur and guard hairs grow back. He is very not pleased when his fur gets scruffy in those hot months and how much he ends up shedding. Don’t worry, it won’t get in the goodies he bakes, in a world full of magic where the majority of the population are types of fur-having beasts, they know how to make sure everything stays sanitary. 

He very much appreciates you helping with brushing him out and unlike certain other guys, isn't a tsundere about asking, of course, he offers something yummy in return and will insist even if you say you're just fine with helping him out. It's totally because he just wants to pay you back and not because he wants to show off how good his baking skills are and how he can keep you fed.

Tbh even before you start dating you might end up gaining a pound or two because of him.

He’s too domesticated to hibernate but isn't opposed to taking naps when he can and can sleep pretty hard...unfortunately certain members of his dorm like to cause trouble and he ends up getting disturbed often.

Poor tired bear waking up all of a sudden and fur a mess because AceDeuce broke something and now Riddle is screaming.

The guy likes puns and dad jokes so if you think he isn't going to make any bear ones you're wrong.

Bear hugs. Human Trey already gives those warm comforting hugs, but bear beastman Trey? You will never feel more warm and secure in a hug. He smells like baked goods and has a comforting underlying musk. Loves how big and protective holding you makes him feel, you can't see it with your face smooched into his chest, but he has a very self-satisfied look on his face if you say anything about feeling safe with him.

Please scratch his back for him, his fur is thick, and it's hard to reach. You might even catch him doing this when he thinks no one is looking. He makes funny noises when you find a good spot. Is perfectly fine lying down with you sitting on his back and going to town on him with those nibble little monkey hands.

Speaking of noises, bears make a lot of them, and I don't just mean the growls they're known for.

Grunts are often used by mother bears to communicate with their cubs and can signal to cubs to climb trees for safety or to follow her. Now unlike regular male bears, bear beastmen are involved with their kids and do the same thing. Though admittedly Trey has a habit of doing this with you and his siblings when something goes down, though he doesn't expect you to climb up a tree, just get behind him. Though he can easily get you up there himself if need be.

Huffing is a warning to get away, teeth clicking is a warning but also a fear/stress response, and similar to humans, bears whimper when they are in distress or fear. It’s a sound that indicates submission or vulnerability. Hmm getting him to whimper because of submission though...

Adorably they snort when surprised or experiencing mild alarm but also when investigating a new scent or object. It makes me want to try sneaking up on him so he does it but I'm sure those adorable ears would hear me before I have the chance.

But also...Trey unintentionally does it the first time he gives the cute new human some sniff sniffs.

Bear mating strategies vary by species/breeds, with some relying on scent-marking and vocalizations to attract mates, while others engage in physical displays of strength and dominance. Male bears may engage in fierce battles with rivals for the opportunity to mate with a female.

Trey isn't the type to act outright aggressively but he's not against using his stature to intimidate and to be a sneak to get between you and the other guys. He's good at always finding an excuse. Needs you for taste testing, being his little helper for baking, or helping with the mountain of tasks he has on his plate as Riddles right pawed man.

Female bears are pretty selective with mates, size, and strength are two big parts of attraction for them, so he's going to keep finding ways to show off his strength and draw attention to how much bigger he is than you. Catch this guy carrying around huge sacks of flour like it's nothing and playfully teasing you when you try and fail to lift a bag.

...Trey really likes teasing you. Oh, the feelings it gives him when you look up at him all flustered or even all huffy from his comments. He can't help but want to see how far he can take it, but he needs to keep a level head. Can get pretty horny grip about it though.

Regular bears follow females to assess their receptiveness, regularly sniffing areas where the female has sat and the female herself when possible. Couples often play and rest together during courtship. They also engage in various pre-mating rituals, such as nuzzling, and pawing at each other. 

...no, he isn't going to sniff your seat like some weirdo. I mean, yeah, giving some sniff sniffs is acceptable in this society but not to that extent. He gonna sniff the hoodie you borrowed tho. You're totally going to get sniffed during hugs or when he's looming. He gets growly when his trailing after you/interactions gets interrupted, especially when the territorial part of his brain kicks in and certain other guys are nearby.

Oh, he has so much fun playfully chasing you around. Especially when he catches you, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you into the air...maybe giving your shoulder a little nibble if he's feeling extra playful. Don't worry, he knows how to be gentle with his teeth.

Don't expect to outrun him though, a bear can run 35mp and catch a horse.

The guy is great for napping and resting on and will encourage you to do so. He's going to want to turn your room in Ramshackle into a proper den for you two to rest and be away from the others.

Bear mating and junk info below. ⬇️

Mating season begins in May and lasts until early July. Mating mainly occurs during June.

Brown bears, American black bears, Asiatic black bears, sloth bears, giant pandas, polar bears, and spectacled bears all generally breed between spring and early summer.

A male bear recognizes an estrous female by her scent. He then walks behind her, shadowing her movements like he has a laser sight affixed to her rump. It’s certainly not uncommon to see a male following a female for hours and hours, he is biding his time until she's willing. Now I'm not saying he's going to stalk you but he's sure as hell going to want to stick close, especially if you have a mating scent...and pay a lot of attention to your butt. God, forbid you sit on his lap or bend over in front of him. As much as he enjoys the view, he's going to make sure to block it from others, just another reason for wanting to stick close to your back.

Male testosterone levels peak, not coincidentally, in June as well so he's definitely going to start getting some of that strong musk during that time.

Outside of the mating season, male bears pose real threats to smaller females (sometimes, albeit very rarely, killing them) so the close, persistent proximity of a large male is usually alarming at first. Eventually, hormones and habituation to the male overcome her initial trepidation.

With the bear beastmen females/the one the male is interested in don't need to worry as much about that, but Trey is def going to do a lot to show you that he's safe for you to be around and that you can be comfortable around him, he's very good at it too.

Alright so...bears have a penis bone, along with certain primates, rodents, shrews, hedgehogs, dogs, walruses, seals, sea lions, and raccoons.

It allows him to stay hard for longer, though with regular bears the actual mating process is typically brief, lasting only a few minutes, but can occur multiple times over a few hours or several days.

After mating some males have been shown to make intense tongue-clicking vocalizations and prevent the female from leaving, perhaps to give his sperm time to fertilize her eggs before she met another male. I'm picturing Trey getting pretty clingy after sex and using his great aftercare and cuddle skills to keep you from leaving and making that noise when you try to get up to use the bathroom.

[romanarose]

Cola

Chubby!Francisco Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Frankie loves how you taste so sweet…. “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola”

Content and warnings: Pussy eating like a mad man, ass eating, madly in love, desperately horny, feral Frankie, object insertion, fucked with a foreign object, don’t do this at home, premature ejaculation 💕

Immersivity: reader is AFAB and wears dresses, uses she/her

A/n: inspired by all them pics of Pedro in the Coca Cola shirt… yummy. Finals are DONE and it’s time for my return after a month of no fics!

Special thanks to @hornystan for proofreading and @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for this amazing header! Thank you for making my return so special

Support writers, reblog and comment!

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Surely, this was what heaven was like.

Sprawling green meadows and rolling hills, your handsome husband flying you out on a helicopter to a private property. A wicker basket full of a picnic he packed himself had been tossed aside in favor of you humping Frankie’s leg as you both laid on the quilted blanket.

“Baby,” Frankie chuckles, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched up a little as you peppered his scruffy beard with kisses. Sunshine warmed your back in your red sundress, Frankie’s large hands pushing it up and over the swell of your ass cheeks. “We haven't even had lunch yet.”

“Don’t care, need you.” You mutter between kisses, desperately rutting against your dear lover like a bitch in heat.

“But the ice will melt!”

“Don’t. Care.” You kiss his sweet, pudgy face covered in salt and pepper facial hair. “Need. You.”

Frankie laughs again, but his strong arms lift you off his full tummy. “Baby, it’s hot out,” he smiles and sits up, prompting you to do the same despite your cute little pout. “C’mon, have a drink.” He reached into the basket where a few cola bottles sat in a tin bucket? full of ice next to some sandwiches and fruit he cut up himself, just for you. Sweet, sweet man. You packed his favorite, homemade red velvet cupcakes. The cream cheese icing was sitting in the iced tin along with the cola, ready to be added to the cupcakes, nice and chilled.

He opens a bottle, placing the lid inside the basket, careful not to litter, but you don’t drink right away. Instead, you watch as his hands flex to open another bottle, tilting his head back to chug it. His profile was immaculate. Your eyes scan down, taking in the curve of his nose, his softened jawline, plush lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle… but quickly move to his throat. He was a marvel, Adam's apple bobbing and a small trickle of cola down his neck…

With a refreshed, “ah!” Frankie places his trash in the basket, folds in his creasing stomach twisting as he turns. When he looked back, his eyes went wide. First, his eyes went to your discarded panties. Then to you. There you sat, legs spread open and bent, holding your coke bottle in one hand and pumping your desperate, needy pussy with the other. “Jesus, baby…” He licks his lips and you lament the leftover sweetness on his skin wicked away before your tongue could taste how the sugar mixed with his sweat.

“Frankie…” You whine, desperate and mewling for his touch, your desire so intense there was no way you could wait for lunch to end. No way in hell. Tears pricked at your eyes from the burn of the sun and the overwhelming need you had for him. It was always like this with Francisco, intense and burning and all-consuming even after all these years. It didn’t matter, you still fucked like there was no one else on the planet. To him, and certainly to you, there wasn’t.

Frankie mumbled a swear under his breath, his own chest heaving and already tight pants growing tighter. He orders you to lay down and like a good girl, you obey but he stops you. Frankie takes off his hat and plops it down on your head. “For your eyes.” With that, he kisses your lips and you get to taste the lingering traces of his drink. Then, he pushes you down.

*

You clutch the cold, undrank coke bottle in one hand, Frankie’s sweaty brown curls in the other, the bill of his hat protects your eyes from the sun. You were two orgasms in, drenched in sweat and probably smelling terrible, but he didn’t care.

“Baby?” Frankie asked, making your eyes flick down to him. His eyes were wide and wet, intense and brown. Fuck, he was handsome.

You’re panting, but answer him. “Yeah?”

“I’m real thirsty…”

Normally, you would assume he’s talking about wanting to drink your cum, lap at your pussy as you squirt all over him, hips bucking against his mustache… but honestly, it was hot and you assumed he wanted a drink.

“Here” You hand him the coke bottle in your hands sweetly, sitting up as you do but Frankie orders you to lie down as he grabs it.

You look at him confused but do as he says. Frankie always took care of you, you trusted him, so you laid back down on the heavy quilt, feeling the grass move under the weight of your head.

Knelt before you, Frankie looked a bit of a mess. His curls were all over the place, brown curls every which way, as sweaty as his beard was wet. It wasn’t even that hot a day, but you were working up an appetite.

“You belong to me, right?” He asks you, eyes roaming over your body up and down in your pretty sundress. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, like it was taking everything in him right now not to pounce on you like a werewolf. Francisco’s hands move up and down your bent legs, a sheen of sweat gliding them down, fingernails lightly digging into the meat of you r thighs as if only a thread of sanity was preventing him from digging his claws in and making you subject to his insatiable hunger.

“Yeah baby.” You whisper, breathy but without hesitation. “Every inch.”

Francisco's eyes were locked into yours, pupils black as night, threatening to swallow the whites of his eyes. “Tilt your hips up for me.”

Confused but obedient, you feel your brows furrow as you reach under yourself and hold your hips up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his, not if you tried, his hands so steady and sure he didn’t even need to look down as he slowly inserted the tip of the opened coke bottle into your tight hole. You gasped, though not so much at the intrusion; his fingers hadn’t stretched you yet, but you were used to taking his whole cock. No, the bottle was cold. Not freezing, not after being out of the ice a few minutes, but cold. Francisco pauses, eyebrows cocked in a question of your comfort.

You didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

With a growl, it takes everything in him not to shove the full bottle straight up your cunt, but he knows better. Instead, he took his time. The first time he inserted the foreign object. Once he knew you were okay, all bets were off. Francisco vigorously pumped you, forcing your eyes to tear away from his as you lost yourself in pleasure, feeling the cool drink pour into your channel.

“Such a needy little pussy… she’s so desperate, isn’t she? She just needs to be stretched and filled all the time…”

“Fuck! Frankie! Shit, that feels - ohmyfuckinggod - so good! You feel so good, fuck, I love you so m- shit!” You were approaching a third orgasm, the fizzing of the carbonation a strange sensation in your sensitive insides, and his cock hasn’t even been inside you yet. Frankie couldn’t stop staring at your pussy, licking his lips and palming the erection in his jeans. He had so far been neglected, edging himself in order to bring you, and subsequently him, as much pleasure as possible. Your pleasure was his, your lust was his, your pretty cunt was his to do as he pleased. He could play games with you, shove whatever he wanted into whatever holes and you’d let him… but Frankie didn’t get off on humiliation, he got off on you.

He watched your pussy lips repeatedly swallow the bottle, bits of coke and cum leaking out of you as he began to overwhelm your body. His hand squeezed his dick, throbbing in his pants and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d have to recuperate and fuck your face into the grass after lunch. Right now, though… he was thirsty.

Frankie yanked your hands out from under you, pulling the bottle out as you whimper and feel the leftover spill all over your pussy and thighs. That would be annoying later, but that didn’t matter now, not when your loving, adorable husband was dropping to his stomach and latching his lip around your hole. Frankie was drinking coca cola out of your cunt.

He lapped and sucked and licked and drank, the pop fizzling out on your pussy lips as Francisco, whining and crying into your cunt as he came, desperately licked every inch of you. He needed to make this last, he needed to taste every drop, tasting your thighs for the sweet you were so desperate to suck off his lips a moment ago. His tongue was impossible to please, spreading your asscheeks to taste what had trickled down. Only when he seemed to run out of energy, his orgasm satiated, did he slow. You could feel the wetness from his eyes on your lips.

“I just love you so fucking much.” He kissed your swollen, fucked out pussy and closed his eyes, head resting on your thigh as his eyes drooped. He must’ve really tuckered himself out. “So sweet for me.”

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Please consider reblogging, if this flops I’ll scream

Inspo comes from Ozzie’s amazing Joel fic, beer bottle insertion

If this does well I’ll write part 2 with reader licking that cream cheese off his dick….

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me through a difficult month, it has not always been easy between school, and everything that happened, but I got through it and I’m looking forward to something new. I finished up all my assignments and papers even though it was absolute chaos lol and now all I have left is a couple online next semester and then I graduate. 💕💕💕💕

Each and everyone of you so so much, please take care of yourselves!

[littlepadika]

Outbreak Day Eve

warnings: daddy!joel, fem little, ddlg, cute fluffy daddy time

Tomorrow was the anniversary of outbreak day which meant everyone in Jackson had the day off. No work or school or chores. The exception was patrol. Most people wanted to be with their families so it was always hard to pick who would have to patrol on this most important day. It was a day of mixed emotions. Some people liked to grieve what was lost. Some people treated it more like a celebration akin to 4th of July. With the heat of the summer lots of people were having picnics and cookouts.

Harper, who was head of patrol, was surprised when Joel asked for time off. He never asked for time off. If anything he was the one who volunteered to work on holidays. But Harper could tell there was a change in the man over the last year. Something about being with you.

"You got it, Joel."

"You sure? I know lotsa people are askin'." Joel is takenaback

"You've never once asked for a day off. Picking up extra to help out everyone else... you enjoy your day off kay?" Harper waved him off.

He was so excited to tell you. He came home and wiped his boots off on the door mat.

"Petal?" He turned to see you sitting at the table drawing. "Hey... whatcha makin'."

"Everyone at the daycare was drawing pictures of stuff from before da outbreak. I wanted to make one." You don't look up because you are deep in concentration.

"Oh yeah?" Joel comes over and sits next to you. He peers over your arm.

"See daddy..." You point at each of the details. "Das us at a moobie theater. Dey used to have moovies on big big screens. All new ones all da time. And see you holding popcorn. I like the popcorn here but Miss Thomas said it was really yummy at the moobie theater."

"That's right." Joel smiled, almost tasting the butter on his tongue.

"Did you see dem?" you ask.

"Oh yes. All the time." Joel leaned back in his chair. "The seats were big and comfy. You could get special glasses that would make the movie look three dimensional- like it was coming out of the screen."

"What!"

"And the popcorn was tasty but you also could get soda and candy all sortsa things...yeah I think I miss them a lot too." His smile falters a little as he stares out the window. He used to take Sarah to the movies on saturdays. It started with cartoons then more girly movies but Joel didn't care. He loved watching her eyes light up with imagination. He wishes he could share that with you as well.

"I sorry." you frown, not liking to see your daddy sad.

"s'all right." He seemed to snap out of his daydream, turning back to you. "come here and give your daddy a proper hello."

You hop out of your chair and into his lap. "I missed you daddy..." You hug him tight. He was so warm and solid and felt like home. He hugged you back just as hard.

"And I got good news baby! I get the day off too."

"Yay!" You bounce on his lap.

"So what do you want to do? We can go for a hike. We can do crafts. Whatever you want."

"What do you wanna do?" you ask, feeling very big for thinking about your daddy.

"Whatever you want." Joel reiterated with a squeeze of your thigh.

"No daddy." You furrow your brow. "Is outbreak day and you were there so dat means is daddy day."

"That what it means, petal?"

"Mhm." You nod feeling even more like a big girl. "That's what dey said. Do somefing you miss"

"Mm well... I guess I miss..." Joel thought of movie theaters, of baseball games, of concerts, of swimming pools... barbecues with neighbors and friends...

"What! daddy!" You cup his scruffy cheek.

"It's- i'm not sure we have one."

"What!" You exclaim, hating the not knowing.

"It's a slip'n'slide." Joel smiles at your eagerness. "It's uh a long mat that links up with the hose and we would slide down it.:

"Let's do it, daddy!" You bounce on his lap again.

"I want to." He chuckles. "I gotta see if I can fashion one." His mind already coming up with ideas. He missed building things. This would be a fun challenge

"I wanna help!"

"Of course you do, you good girl." Joel kisses you gently. "Why don't you draw a design for daddy to use."

"Okay!!!" you squeal.

Joel digs out a long tarp which is fairly slippery. The yard is small but at an angle there's a decent track for the slide. He hooks up a old sprinkler system into ends of it and runs the hose between them. You were right there next to him, eager to try it out.

"Like dis daddy!" You show him the drawing of a sprout of water coming out on either side.

"Mmm oh you want it there?"

"Mhm, daddy. Please."

It takes a few tries to get a passable stream of water but he felt pretty pleased with himself by the time the sun was fading in the sky.

"Can I try it daddy!"

"I don't want your nice clothes getting wet." Joel leads you back inside and changes you into one of his old shirts.

"What about you, daddy?" You look expectantly at your daddy.

"Oh dear I'm not sure I can make it down. I'm an old man, petal."

"Please daddy!" You hug him around the middle and give him your best puppy dog eyes. "Please daddy! I only wanna if you do it too!"

"Oh alright." Joel sighs, knowing his back would complain in the morning but he wanted to share this experience with you.

"I ready!" You signal him to turn the hose on. "Catch me daddy! catch me!" You give yourself a running start before pushing yourself onto your belly. you slid down the tarp way faster than you thoght you would. It was kinda like flying. You squeal as Joel catches you at the end.

"I gotcha!"

"That was so fun daddy!" You giggle. "I wanna go again!"

Joel lets you go a few more times before you are looking at him expectantly.

"Your turn daddy. I catch you. I catch you."

"Oh dear..." Joel chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm. You can do it daddy! You brave!"

"I'll try to be, baby girl." He strokes your wet hair before walking up to the start. There's a slight slope to the yard which helps. "Things you do for a girl, miller." He muttered to himself. He shucks off his tshirt and shoes. On the count of three he pushed himself onto the slide, traveling much faster than you. His legs slide out to the side which makes him laugh.

"Oof!" He stretches out a hand to stop himself and keep the full weight of his body from knocking you over.

"Yay daddy!!!" You were jumping up and down. "You were so fast!" You kneel down and flop on top of him.

"That was fun, huh?" He laughs.

"Ya." You kiss his collarbone. "I love this, daddy. Was every day like dis?"

"Yeah..." Joel hugged you close. "But it's better now that you're here."

The sun was staining the sky pink and orange and both of you watched it set.

"So... what are we gonna do tomorrow?"

Joel bursts out laughing.

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daddy masterlist

[moonsvillain]

hotwings au where hawks is a vampire, dabi is a human, and they meet through the vampire equivalent of doordash.

dabi shows up at his door, scruffy and woozy (guy who's been doing this as a full time job and is not coping with the blood loss very well)

hawks is (rightfully) concerned and is ready to cancel his order but dabi immediately disagrees because "that'll fuck up my ratings sooo bad dude don't be an asshole"

hawks: "???"

dabi: "i really need this job man"

hawks kinda shrugs and asks if dabi's up to anything for the next few hours and dabi doesn't have anything going on so hawks invites him in and immediately sits this guy down on his couch to feed him and let him rest for at least four hours so he's not indirectly accused of manslaughter

one must imagine the disposition of an alley cat encountering canned food for the first time: internal battle of mistrust versus yummy treats

dabi goes down kicking and screaming

(the day he goes over to hawks' place it's raining so hard you can barely see and all dabi has is a cheap plastic poncho. hawks' place has heating—he very 'reluctantly' curls up on the couch)

hawks is probably the worst cook on earth but when he tells dabi this, he refuses to let hawks order food for him; dabi would literally rather die than subject another minimum wage worker to the storm outside just to come to this rich asshole's home

which ends up with dabi in hawks' kitchen, making himself a meal

(which, he probably wouldn't usually do this, but the blood loss is kind of getting to him. dabi's decision making has slowly trickled down to the average level it is when he gets drunk)

when he's fed and warm and hawks has forced him to watch two animated movies dabi could not give less of a shit about he finally turns to dabi like

"ok i know we're having a great time but also i really need to eat something. like. you. preferably."

dabi shrugs and offers up his arm, getting progressively more sleepy while hawks finishes his meal before falling asleep pressed against hawks' side

wakes up the next morning with a blanket pulled over him, cheek pressed to a throw pillow with a littleee bit of drool staining the fabric under him

sits up and looks around, armed only with blurry memories of the night before

("did i... sleep with this guy...!?!??!?")

finds a note on the table and unfolds it, trying to figure out what the hell is going on

(lovedddd hanging w u yesterday :P off at work feel free 2 make urself breakfast before u go. U should know where everything is. tip on the counter 4 u. xoxo hawks)

dabi, slightly mortified at the implication he rooted around in this guy's kitchen when he was out of it yesterday finds the tip

it's literally, like, $500 dollars

dabi scribbles down his phone number and sticks it on the fridge with a magnet

(half because he really needed that money and is pleasantly surprised that he got rent money a week earlier than he was expecting)

(half because he might not remember yesterday entirely, but he remembers feeling safe and warm and being addicted to that rare sensation)

hawks is very happy when he gets home, even if dabi isn't there, when he finds his little gift on the fridge

[neitherofusideal]

I can't express enough how much I'm crushing on Season 3B Will. Well, I adore Season 1 scruffy Will in flannels, plaid shirt, jeans, sweaty t-shirts and boxers but damn it– him with his styled slicked-back hair and neatly trimmed beard... and then he started wearing suits and slacks and those sexy longsleeve polo shirts and carried himself so gracefully. Especially how he looked in his appointments with Bedelia... UGHHH he looked so cvnty and yummy!!!

[spinos-spinos]

A bunch of roughly drawn Waldrapps. I love how emo they look. They are unfortunatley endangered, cuz europeans back then thought they were yummy. Tho there are reintroduction programmes already on their way. So hopefully we can soon see more of those emo birds in the wild (or in your garden).

I feel like I couldn‘t really capture their scruffiness, so please google them (or something) so that you can really see their charm.

If anyones interested in the process (cuz it looks satisfying). The reference for the first Waldrapp is one of the first google searches i got when i googled Waldrapp lol

[quackity1999]

[Terribly sorry because I'm working on a blog for Hoax at this moment but it's not done so I have to use anon still, BUT. I'm actually FOAMING AT THE MOUTH looking at the art. I saved it in my camera roll and I keep going back just to stare at it. It's so yummy. I have plans to eat it for dinner. Genuinely that is exactly what Hoax looks like in my head, age and scruffiness and questionable fashion choices, how was it EXACTLY how I pictured him. And this was the best Christmas present I could receive. AAAAH. And the fact that Hoax is adored enough to be drawn, oh my GOD. Makes me so incredibly happy. Jumping around over here. I'm going to be staring at it and thinking about it for the next weeks. I love artists I love artists I love artists I love artists I love artists! :]

-♾️🪞

[ OOC: STARES AYOOOOOO wait that means i can actually yap at you ooc!!!!!!!! high FIVES YOU ]

[thebrookesnook]

Hi, hey, hello, maayong buntag sA TANAN 🙌🙌

IM AWAKE (yes i know i slept for an hour sue me) AND WITH MANY THINGS I WISH I SHARED LAST NIGHT ABOUT THE STUDIES AND ITS ONLY ABOUT SHITARA.

I'll post another one about my thought process on the others' design elements I included mayhaps after part 2 is out (which i assure u is not as extensive as part 1, its a one per person package deal). Like their body hair or whatnot (yes, takiishi's lack of a happy trail was intentional).

(p.s. this is a vent for me but if u want to watch me simp haphazardly, then u're in the right place)

This was my reference for shitara and let me tell u this was more than i needed but my fingers kept screenshoting more and moreee.. .

Hes so silly and funny, and hes a dilf so hes already checks out more of my ideal type sksk. HIS SCRUFF, I LOVED DRAWING HIS SCRUFF AND HIS BODY HAIRR. I HAVENT POSTED ANY DRAWINGS PUBLICLY WITH BODY HAIR BUT FOR YOU SIR, ANYTHING FOR YOUU.

—

QnA Time:

"Whats up with the dad bod Brooke/Eve?"

Hear me out: I wanted him to have a beer belly and then I went oKAY maybe lets give him MORE chonk aND I DID AND HES LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED ICANT- *slams fist against the table*

"Was shitara the reason why-?"

Yes, yes. I got hit with the sudden urge to draw him topless and i decided to extend the graces to umemiya (thats his son in all but blood so ofc) and togame (no. 3 on my list). But ig four sounded better than 3 but i didnt know who to pick so i let y'all pick for me. Now takiishi's there, with messly drawn up left hand on the handstand sksk. The reference photo wasnt any better, who knew people could have such large fingers.

"Why did you make it a torso study instead of drawing him topless once like a normal person?"

Because im insane thats why and what is normal, dont know her. Also i thought it would be a good way to learn how the torso anatomy and how the muscles work u know? And i chose quite the variety to characters that canonically have different body types that i can play around. So now i know which muscles go where and how light plays with it skks.

"Is Shitara your no. 1?"

No, that belongs to Ales 🫶. The absolute rock they were the entire time i was sharing her wips. He's no. 2 tho, that's why my OTP (and OT3) for windbre is Ales/Me/Shitara. It was never gonna be anything else but SuoSakuNire is a close second. Highkey in love with both of them sksks.

—

Back to silly thoughts:

sirrr keep me warm in this cold ass weather bagyo seasonn~

Speaking of, u know i had to play "Big Boys" by SZA on that SNL show or whatever AND "big boys x streets" mashup because the wayyy i feltt a lot of thingsss in my heart when that song was on. Very yummy. OH YEAH AND "CANDY" BY DOJA CAT AND "AUSSIE AUSSIE O SIGE" BY ANDREW E!!

I will patiently await the day we see current timeline Shitara looking as handsome and gorgeous as ever. I WILL PATIENTLY AWAIT THE DAY HE GETS A SEIYUU. I HAVE A LIST ON POTENTIAL VA OPTIONS SKSK.

anyways, i think thats all. kissing his scruffy chin in my head before i skiddadle to uni 🏃🏃

[howdoyousleep3]

ARE. YOU. FUCKING. SHITTING. ME??????? TO WHOM ARE YOU POINTING AT? WHO ARE LOOKING AT?! ME? I WANT IT TO BE ME!!! ……Holy shit

😭😵‍💫🫠😮‍💨😭 HE IS SO HANDSOME AND DELISH. All the hair, gah! Wanna rub my cheek against his scruffy one, hmph. He’s so yummy!! 😤

[pyotrkochetkov]

I need more footage of Geno and Andrei at topgolf🥰🥰 pookie is looking yummy

he just looks so big and scruffy i love it

[youngcheesecaketale]

Cookie Contest part 5

Fives: WELCOME BACK FOLKS! HERE'S WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING SO FAR. Rex's Family have made 2 yummy desserts into 1 cookie, Fox might be sleeping on the couch tonight, The Bad Batch are making a Clone Army Of Gingerbread Men....(Omega yells Gingerbread Woman) while Tech & Crosshair & ummm....

Hardcase: (whispers) Baby Henry.

Fives: And Baby Henry are making classic Chocolate Chip Cookies. Let's see what our next bakers are. Looks like with have the Skywalker Family. What kind of Cookies are you guys making?

Padmé: We are making Fortune Cookies.

Luke: And I'm helping.

Leia: I'm helping too.

Luke: I'm doing it better then you are. (rasberry tongue at his Sister)

Leia: "Why you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder.”

Luke: MOM! Leia said I'm a......

Anakin: KIDS! We don't use that Blasted Kriff Language.....OUCH! What was that....(Padmé wack Anakin on the head with a spatula)

Luke & Leia giggle.

Luke: Uncle Fives?

Fives: Yes Luke? What is it?

Luke: You give me some Ideas what I should write to put into the Fortune Cookies Please.......??

Leia: Me too! Please.....??

Fives: (mischievous smile) Anything for my Niece & Nephew. And that's where we will end for our break.

Echo: (hearing from a far and sighs) Again. Why am I doing this?

[virgorisingmusic]

friendship portal

My mom’s old computer holds hundreds of photos of me and my friends in middle school (2012-2015). On that computer, in a folder titled “Folk Fest 2015”, there is a photo of Jenna sitting on a blanket in the warm afternoon, probably during Mexican Institute of Sound’s set (maybe it was Royal Canoe?). Her face held a smile akin to Wallace's grin when he was having a picnic on the yummy cheese moon, spreading his moon cheese on pieces of bread. If Jenna and I went to the cheese moon we would bring sourdough and brown pears. 

The only difference between Jenna’s grin and Wallace’s, is that Jenna was forcing a smile after I asked if I could take a picture of her. 

We went to Comiccon with a mutual friend shortly after, but we were all too nervous and awkward to start a friendship. So, for the next few years, the only interactions I had with them were the occasional Instagram comment and when Lauren asked me for the pictures I took of her and Jenna at Comiccon.

Around the time we met, I was using a 4-track recording app on my phone to make my songs.

Here are a few lyrics from one of my first songs:

♫ I broke my own heart picking up pieces of yours, pieces of yourssss.

I fought my own start wishing that I was yours, I was yoursss ♫

The song was about no one in particular and the lyrics meant nothing to me, but it was fun to make.

I made a music video to that song in my backyard where I just jumped around and looked weird, and I posted it on YouTube. The next day, I remember talking to a girl by our lockers between classes and she told me my song was stuck in her head. It made me realize sharing my songs was a good thing, even if I felt embarrassed or like other people in school were judging me.

I spent the next few years in a youth choir, posting Foo Fighters covers on YouTube and singing in my high school band room every Wednesday. Virgo Rising now has band practice every Wednesday.

Jenna messaged me on Instagram in 2018. I was 16, turning 17. She asked if I wanted to join a band with her and her friend Austin. 

Our first band practice started as a meeting in her parents' living room, except Austin wasn’t there - Lauren was. I had just assumed they didn’t want to be in it anymore. We sat on the couch and talked about the music we liked, and then later went to Lauren’s tiny basement bedroom where we wrote a silly song about their scruffy cat, Jackson (the song was later titled, "Honeydew".)

Our first real song was called “Gloria is Home”, and I think I can name everyone who has heard it. First and last names. We wrote “Winter Song” around the same time. One week, we decided to record them, so Lauren invited her friends Jesse and Isaac to help. That was my first time meeting some of my closest friends today. I don’t think we did anything with the recordings, but now Isaac is a member of our band, and Jesse just performed with us for our Imagine Dragons cover set (one of our best shows, in my opinion).

Then I met genius Ryan Steel. He took our first band photos in a restaurant. I remember the huge, big feeling that came after I realized how much my life is going to change. We played our first show at The Good Will, and our next show at The Good Will.

It’s 2023 now, and I am 21. We just finished recording our second EP last month and we are a :) happy family! It’s like I went thru a friendship portal. It meant so much to me to grow into a young woman alongside Lauren and Jenna, and now we get to share our ideas and luv of music with Isaac and all our friends.

This is our introductory blog post on our blog where I will blog every so so often. I am excited to blog about friendship and music.

Emily

[dianawinchester03]

Deans messy hair is so underrated and I feel like his season 9 look is sooooo overlooked (yes I know this is season 12) But Season 9 Dean OWNS me with that scruffy stubble in that damn FBI suit (you have what look I’m talking about XD

Demon Dean this, Demon Dean that. Demon Dean is YUMMY, but Season 9 Dean could call me all the slurs in the book, I’d let him ravish me until I’m mush, I said what I said😩

Dean’s messy hair and profile appreciation.

[myuselessartandstories]

Story #44

Missing

Again and again and again and again. I’m tired. I miss the sun. I miss the feeling of being clean. I miss never seeing the pain of other people. I miss so much. But I know I cannot do anything but miss the past. Such is the fate of those like me. 

I sound like a priest. This journal is stupid.

Fuck it. Why not? Maybe some police will find this. Find my mad little ramblings. Ha. Damn, am I really writing laughter on a page? Insanity sure has a tight grip, huh? Right. Police. Writing. 

Well, who’s to say that this won’t just get burned. 

Maybe if I store it. There’s a loose brick in the floor. I’m sure it’ll fit. Nobody will notice unless they’re looking hard I suppose.

That’s not important! Right! Focus before someone else comes in. Details details. Where to start?

My name’s not important. I don’t need to use it anymore anyway. It became useless after my sanity faded. Focus! Why is this so hard!? Ok, ok. I’m calm. I’m calm.

I don’t know who runs this stupid torture show, but I know they’re insane. They bring us in here to torture others. One at a time. Whoever does their task first survives and does it again. I’m on my 15th person. Maybe 16th. I’ve lost count. Whoever’s running this keeps praising me, saying I’ve survived almost as long as “she” did. I don’t know who “she” is and I don’t care.

I miss my cat. She was so sweet. Fluffy and purry and beautiful and amazing. I want to go home and feed her. I’m sure she’s a stray now that I’ve been gone so long. Eating birds somewhere I guess. I hope she’s smart enough to avoid cars.

I’m insane. That’s what I am. Falling asleep while writing this, how stupid can I be? I don’t know if whoever’s running this saw. It takes too long to write all that out. I’m calling whoever it is Manny now. That was my first dog’s name. I miss him, too. Focus focus!

When I first got here, I didn’t have my memories for a while. Everything felt blank. Apparently Manny cut out part of our brain? Or had someone else do it, I’m not sure. Doesn’t matter. Whatever it is he does messes with us, makes us forget stuff sometimes. At least, it should have. Not me. No no no. Now I remember everything. Every little pain. I know when I got my first cut, I know what my first word was, I remember everything.

And that’s fine, but not important so it doesn’t matter. What I don’t remember is how I got here, so remembering everything else isn’t helpful at all. I know it’s a dingy basement that smells like rats, but whoever’s reading this knows that now. Whenever somebody new comes in, the door just opens and they come through, eyes closed like they’re sleeping. I don’t know what’s on the other side of the door. I’m too scared to know.

But then they come through and the paper floats down as they wake up. Those papers tell us what to do. My first paper was “Remove an eyeball.” I don’t think I hesitated. I just launched forward and dug my disgusting, dirty fingers into the woman’s eye socket. I grabbed what I could and pulled. I just remember a pop and a thud after that. It was strange.

After that, it was a man. He looked homeless. Dark brown skin and a scruffy beard. Probably not the best descriptions. I think I’m hungry, so I can’t think straight.

Oh I miss toast. Such light fluffy snacks, browned to perfection with yummy butter. I want toast. I want toast so bad. I’d probably kill for it at this point. Oh please let me have toast. And let me see my cat. Then I’ll come right back, I swear.

Focus! Darn it! Right, what else? The homeless guy was nice. He had some water he snuck in. Shared it with me too. He looked really sad when he saw me, probably because of how thin I am now. But then the paper came down. “Make the other bite their tongue.” I stepped forward and slammed my elbow into his jaw. Dead in seconds. The water was refreshing though.

This place is cold. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten sick yet. Guess I’m still the Medical Marvel. That’s what I was called when I was young cause I never got sick. My brother got really sick once, but I didn’t catch it, no matter how much he coughed on me. Too bad he died. Mom was really upset over that, crying every day after we went to his funeral. I miss mom. And dad. And my cat.

Oh, I got another paper after I stopped writing. A man came in, a big buff guy. Said he was military. Thought I brought him in here as a prank, the idiot. But then the paper came down. He grabbed it first and ripped it up. I picked up the pieces and put them back together. It took too long to do that. I was shaking as I tried to put it back together before the idea of snapping his neck took over.

He called me insane, over and over and over, but then I broke his legs, like the paper said. For a military man, he was loud. Two cracks and crying for what felt like hours. It was still better than being called insane though. Besides, I’ve had times before where I needed more than 1 paper to kill someone.

Another woman needed 2, I remember. She was recently pregnant I think from how she babbled about her newborn. I had to cut off her nose with a makeshift shiv, one that took hours to make. She nearly bled out, but then I had to cut off her head using another shiv made through hours of crying because my first one broke. She was loud. Just like the man.

The second paper for him hasn’t come down yet. I want it to. I’m so tired of his crying. I can’t sleep. Oh, wait a moment.

He’s gone now. I don’t know where the bodies go. I just know that I go to sleep and they’re gone when I wake up, only the blood from them remaining. He left in several pieces, though. Had to tear off his limbs. Not the worst I’ve had to do. He wasn’t screaming after the first limb, so it wasn’t too bad.

I want to see grass. Or a tree. Something green. Or something that isn’t shadowy or red. Just something nice. My eyes feel weak. I wonder if seeing those colors again so fast will make me go blind. It’s hard to know. 

Another person, another paper. I need an actual knife if I’m going to carve a stomach out. My broken shiv is useless. I hope Manny figures that out soon.

I’m so bored.

Ohhhh. Hello little paper. I’m Sarah. Who would’ve thought that little Josh would pick up writing a book? Nonfiction, it looks like. So sad. Fiction’s more fun. But…. I don’t want to burn it.

Maybe I can make it mine. Nobody’ll find this, but I wanna write like Josh! I bet I’m waaayyy more interesting anyway.

I am 14 years old and I’ve killed 50 something people. I lost count a while back, but that’s ok! George says I’m the best at this. George is so kind. I wish he’d let me meet him. Nobody’s seen him yet, but I just know I’ll be the first.

Josh is fun, I guess. He’s so messy with his killing, though. He never takes his time to enjoy it. At least he doesn’t think, he just does. It’s perfect! I see why George took a liking to him.

Josh is only 3 years younger than me. Everyone keeps saying he’s a prodigy in the making. It makes me mad, but I’m still more skilled than him so I’m not too upset about it.

Oh wow. Josh sure swears a lot. Probably gets it from his drunk of a mom. She was awful to deal with when I grabbed him. All the false leads I had to put out to keep her away were so tiring. It’s too much stress for someone my age.

Josh seems happy. He got to “see color again,” he says. Color. Wow. I knew boys were simple, but wow. He also wanted to hug me, can you believe that? I said no cause I don’t want his cooties. Boys are gross.

He’s alright though. A little spacey. And he keeps going on and on about a cat. He’s pretty smart otherwise, and he talks like an adult. He’ll be perfect for grunt recon. Ooo I love being put in charge of people! And Josh is fun to mess with. Hehe. Laughing for writing is fun.

I’m gonna kill him! I hate child prodigies! He’s basically my older sister all over again. I’m older than him! I’m better than him! How dare George put him in charge of ME of all people! Ugh!

And I’m not calling George “Manny.” That’s dumb! I was here first anyway! And I’m better! Why does Josh get everything?! This is so unfair!

I’m gonna stab his little heart out, the disgusting cootie jerk! I hate him I hate him I hate him! I’m gonna coat you in his blood little journal! Then you’ll be all mine too!

I missed you, journal. Sorry you’re covered in blood now, but I’ll clean you later. Sarah was a messy kill. Seems she got a little too upset at me taking over her jobs. At least she got over her cootie nonsense. Did you know she’s been here for 3 years? I’ve only been here 2, and I was already better than her around my 1st year.

I got to see color again. And I found my cat. Her carcass at least. It’s fine. She became food for the dogs. Mom’s gone now. She moved a long time ago. Dad’s basically living at a bar, so I don’t visit him.

And that’s the gist of it, I suppose. I do this now. I enjoy this. I enjoy hurting. And I’m almost 13. Maybe Manny’ll get me a present. For now, though, I’m going to write the address for a storehouse on the last page. I won’t say what’s in it because Manny said not to.

If somebody finds this, which I know someone will, come on to the storehouse. It’s a nice little place. Dark and boring and blood-covered, but it was a second-home for a while. I miss that place. I’m planning to go back soon.

But I’ll need someone to join me.

         .    .

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