#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!

[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

[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.

~~~~~

daddy masterlist

[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

[bertsturns]

Lost in the Ocean

Fem!Reader x Chris Sturniolo

Fluff

Proof-read

Synopsis: Reader is obsessed with Chris’ ocean blue eyes.

A/N: This is my first FanFiction I hope it meets your guys’ wants!

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Y/N met Chris at the Tara Yummy party, instantly captivated by the boy’s flamboyant attitude, pearly teeth that lights up the darkened club, and those perfect blue orbs. The tired eye bags only adding to the perfection that his eyes were, they were truly celestial.

Y/N shot her shot and got a bulls-eye. The two hit it off at the party and Chris acquired the girl’s number. They gradually talked and hung out until Chris proposed the reality of being her boyfriend which Y/N accepted in less than a heartbeat.

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

Present day, Y/N is watching Chris scroll absentmindedly on his phone. A bunch of different audios starting and stopping from his swiping through his For You Page on TikTok. Chris is sitting with his legs spread and leaned back, practically morphing into the squishy cushions of the couch. Y/N sees his crystal blue eyes light up when a significantly brighter video popped up on his phone. Immediately her attention is stuck on his perfect eyes, the way they dance around the screen of his phone as he watches the video, and the way they scrunch up when he smiles.

Y/N’s thoughts are cut short by a giggly voice, “Y/N?” Chris asks. His voice laced with amusement and slight confusion. “You’re staring, what’s up?” The boy puts his phone down after his question to give his lovely girlfriend his full attention.

“Nothin’.” Y/N mumbles, her eyes trailing off to the wooden floors beneath them. Chris notices her change in attitude, quickly taking action.

Chris grabs her face between his main four fingers and his thumb, turning it to face him. His touch tender yet slightly forceful. “What’s up, mama? Spill.” The boy commands which is more or less pleading for what’s in his girl’s pretty little mind.

Y/N was at a loss for words, his soft blues staring into hers. She stared for a long minute until opening her mouth, “Stop worrying. I was just admiring.” Her face instantly heats up at her own words. The soft pink tint painting her cheeks and nose quickly. Chris chuckles, realizing his worry was for something as small as simple admiration.

“Seriously? Got me so worried for nothin’.” Chris rolls his eyes, a smirk lingering on his pretty pink lips before his eyes turn to that all too familiar mischievous look. “What were you admiring?” Chris asks smugly.

Y/N sighs, knowing if she admits it’ll stroke his already too big ego. She ends up admitting, there’s no fun in gate-keeping, anyway. “Your eyes.” Y/N admits with her tone quiet and embarrassed. Her words get a self-congratulatory chuckle erupted from Chris. “Oh yeah?” His stupid smug smirk still plastered on his lips.

Y/N takes matters into her own hands. She knew just the way to wipe that egotistical smile off the boy’s face. Y/N smashes her lips on his, her hands on either side of his scruffy, un-shaved cheeks. Their lips dance on each other until Chris pulls away to breathe. In between his airy breaths, he grins.

“Didn’t think my eyes could hold that much power.”

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@jadesturn

[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.

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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.

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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

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

I posted 596 times in 2022

That's 596 more posts than 2021!

24 posts created (4%)

572 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wysteria-clad

@missdictatorme

@stormkobra-5

@marshmallow--3

@devilish-mirage

I tagged 183 of my posts in 2022

#moon knight - 78 posts

#steven grant - 58 posts

#marc spector - 51 posts

#to be read list - 51 posts

#jake lockley - 42 posts

#steven grant x reader - 29 posts

#marc spector x reader - 26 posts

#moon bois - 20 posts

#jake lockley x reader - 19 posts

#oscar isaac - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#i thought 2016 was gonna be the worst year what with trump and brexit and clown sightings...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Imagine Marc feeling down and wanting a hug…

While you easily give him a hug, you waited for him to let go first, and found it odd that he actually asked for one instead of just coming up behind you and hugging you, you see he needed more. You sat him down and put on his favorite show. You have him sit in between your legs on the couch and rub his shoulders, neck, and scalp. He is probably surprised at first as you’re watching a show you’re not fond of with him but you just shrug saying I want you to feel better.

46 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#4

First Date Sex: Jake

(Untitled series, part 4c)

Summary: A third time with Steve. (Actually, Jake 😉)

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Afab!reader

Warning: NSFW! 18+. Smut. Explicit. P in V. Multiple orgasms. Foreplay, like a lot. Extended orgasming/overstimulation. Passing out from overstimulation.

Author’s note: No beta. No word count. It’s long. If you know it, let me know and I’ll add it. It’s really porn without a plot. Shush. It’s fun and yummy.

August 6th B | | August 7th

I’m woken up by nibbles on my neck. It has taken me a minute to realize this because at first I scratched where he was nibbling. I start to doze again and he plants open mouth kisses on my neck followed by licking and then rubbed his scruff on me. That wakes me up. I notice he had his hand wrapped around my waist, just holding me against him.

We are butt naked and he felt so warm. His chest is against my back and ass. I could feel him getting hard against my thigh. He was slowly doing rows up and down my neck and every time he rubbed that sexy scruff on my already sensitive neck, I shivered(?). I woke up surprisingly close to coming already which I don’t think I’ve ever done. 🤔 🤷‍♀️ Every time I had to squeeze my thighs together just to try keep from coming the more he rubbed his scruffy chin on me. I did not know that could feel so good. I wanted him to do my whole fucking body but I didn’t want to be weird, so I’m saving that for later.

I recall I licked and bit my lower lip as he shifted slightly. He moved away a moment but kept touching me: Kissing my shoulder, running his fingers across my belly and thighs, kissed and licked down my collarbone. I naturally laid down on my back with his movement. I just remained complaint curious what he was thinking.

I am amazed at this man’s stamina. Fuck! I seriously lucked out. Who knew?

The apartment was lit by the moon still. It was an interesting almost silver glow to his skin, as if he was a Fae or a fairy.

I have weird ass fantasies. Shut up, brain.

I remember looking at him, barely able to see face just from shadows the planes of his face made. It made me smile for some reason. He rubbed the back of his fingers across my cheek, so gentle, and dragged his thumb across my lips. I opened my mouth and licked the pad.

I think jt took him by surprise for a moment but I kind of stuck my tongue out and he laid his thumb right there. I took into my mouth and treated it like any other cock except I used my teeth too. I sucked on his thumb. I ran my tongue up and down, and wrapped his thumb over and over again making sure he could feel all of it. I opened my mouth slightly pushing his thumb out only to slightly bite the pad of his thumb and nibble. He groaned from that and it went straight to my core and grew so slick. I took his thumb back in my mouth and laid my tongue out wide to engulf as much of it as I could. Slid up and down, scrapped my teeth on the outside of his thumb as I did. He growled; I lost it leaked all over the bed and moaned with his thumb in my mouth trying to suck as much as he would let me.

He grabbed my jaw and kept his thumb in my mouth. I could feel the shift on the bed and he climbed right between my legs.

I thought he was just gonna fuck me. I mean with a night like this how does he keep at it? No, he decided to lean down and nip at my hip and thigh. I bit his thumb a bit harder and he but me harder on my thigh.

I was like “YES!” in my head.

Dig your nails and fingertips leaving bruises on my flushed skin.

I want to feel the pain wrapped around my pleasure only you can bring.

Don’t flatter me.

Bite me and hurt me until I finally beg you to stop.

I want the marks you leave.

I want to feel you linger for days on my marred skin reminding me of every pleasure we took from each other.

(Yep, poetry during sex is weird and then trying to remember it. >.< I am so weird. )

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#3

First Date Sex: Steven

(Untitled Series, Part 4a)

August 6 | |August 6B

Summary: I think the title says it all or does it?

Word count: (I wrote this in tumblr; if someone wants to tell me, I will put it in here).

Warning: SMUT! NSFW. 18+. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (m and f receiving). Fingering. Cockwarming. Praise kink. Rough sex. Manhandling. Bondage. Masochism. Daddy kink. Safe word system (stop light colors).

Pairing: Steven Grant x afab!Reader, Marc Spector x afab!Reader, Jake Lockley x Afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Sorry, not sorry it is so long. 😉😏🥴😈Not Beta’d. Mistakes are my own. I’m bad with tenses. Help me catch that, please. Enjoy as many times as you would like. 😏

Feedback is gold!

August 7th:

Steven is asleep in my bed. 😬 🥴

Gawd, the things that man can do. He is like pure muscle. The abdominals on that man, I want to bite and lick each one again and again. The stamina he has is amazing. We had sex three times and they were all so different and delicious. Omg, I feel like a horny teenager. Shit. I wonder if he wakes up with morning wood because I could so go again. 😮 Yup, I’ve become a horny teenager again. Fuck me. Hehe.

Where the fuck do I begin? I mean his lips are so soft and just the perfect shape.

Wait!

August 6th:

Dinner was so fun. I asked why he picked it even though he was vegan which he was surprised I remembered. It was so cute. So, I did the bold thing: I stood up and reached out my hand saying we should go find a place we can both easily eat. I even suggested this great food cart that is near the museum a lot. It’s like Mexican-ish which I was worried he was taken aback at my recommendation but he took my hand and we just walked over there.

He slouches. I never realized it until we were walking and holding hands. Hahaha. 🤷‍♀️ His hands are kind of calloused but the rest of his skin is soft. It was like electricity holding his hands and I was awake. My heart was just pounding whike we walked over to the food cart. It was so delicious but his company was the best thing.

Ok! I just didn’t want him eating salad and bread sticks. That is not a dinner to, at the very least, make out after. The mouths were not gonna be talking the whole time and I knew that. >.>

Anyway, he knows French. He even tutors people sometimes which is so cool. Oooo, I wonder if I can get him to speak French while we fuck. 🤤 Why didn’t he admit to knowing Spanish too?

Is it weird to be highly turned on and extremely embarrassed about all the sex last night? It was a little odd. I wonder if he likes to roleplay. He was speaking Spanish at one point with a really good accent and then the time before that I swear he sounded American. I don’t care. I’m good with it all. Just need to actually talk with him about it. I can do that, right?

I just wish I knew he was into bdsm because when he was speaking Spanish and demanded I call him Papí, and then pinned me against the damned wall. Whew, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done. He knows where to bite too.

It was just odd because it was almost like he was building up to that or maybe he was just trying to test limits without really talking about it, maybe? I don’t know.

I’m getting ahead of myself again, fuck!

So, we sat and ate and thankfully I remembered minty gum. He took some too which was good because I got a slightly hot burrito and not sure if he likes spice that much. Don’t want that anywhere except the mouth anyway. It was fun because afterwards it was all sweet and romantic. We walked the streets in the moonlight and just talked. He told me about his Mom and how he returned to London.

How he just loved to read and used to have a serious sleep problem that eventually turned out to be something else which he seemed nervous about. Poor guy, I told him he doesn’t have to explain everything or give me his life story. It’s the fun of dating, isn’t it? Getting to know each other. He asked me if I wanted to do this again and I instantly said yes then tried to back up because I got embarrassed not wanting to sound like a teenage girl. 🤦

Fine, I’m fangirling over Steven. It ain’t like he is gonna find out? Unless I tell him which would be like a long time down the road, like a year or more or something. Huh. Yeah.

It was sweet and so fun. We ended up walking back to my place which is only like four or five blocks from the museum anyway but it was subconscious. I didn’t plan to bring him back to my loft, ok? I just wanted to make out, get felt up, maybe blow him if I was lucky. That went out the window when I invited him up. I even made him tea and then he saw all the books he’d ever recommended to me to read about Egypt.

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69 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#2

Why does this seem like something the moon bois would do?

76 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Head canon for Moon Bois:

Steven is a dom.

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88 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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[holisticsoulhealer]

Making A Difference - A Spiritual Story

I have a couple of completely alternative realities when it comes to making a difference. One of them was a story of assumptions, and both embarrassing and perhaps could hit your funny bone, while the other is more heartwarming and perhaps inspirational.

The first one occurred when I was living on Maui, and I frequently went to a gym to workout. They sometimes provided sponsored snacks at that gym like a slice of pizza and other similar yummy temptations. On this day, I’d completed my workout and there was a table filled with boxes of bagels and tubs of cream cheese, with plastic knives to spread that deliciousness. I grabbed a couple of bagels and a dollop of cheese, leaving the gym.

I immediately saw what seemed to be a homeless, scruffy, long haired, sad eyed man sitting on the bench outside, and feeling compassionate, imagining his plight, I offered him one of the bagels. He looked up at me standing in front of him, and politely shook his head, telling me he was about to step into the gym, to claim his own bagel if he wished. I felt really silly and quite embarrassed, that I’d assumed based on his look, that he was in need, when actually he was just your average surfing dude, who was going to step into his own workout space and stay in shape. I got in the car, where I busted up laughing at my own assumption, and my not well thought out attempt to make a difference.

A sweet story came about with a lady I had gone to visit to massage and pamper her, on several occasions, who was wheelchair bound. She finally fell out of bed, while trying to make her home lovely for a daughter that was due to visit her, after several years of estranged behavior. The daughter came to the door when I showed up, and she was wearing her mother’s jewelry, and wouldn’t let me in, telling me her mother was in the hospital. I visited her there and she was truly tearful, letting me know that her daughter was leaving and had made sure she stayed in hospital so that she could take what she wanted. I felt so sad and knew I had to help get her help.

My darling mum and I found a sweet, small care home that had one space just for her. She stepped into a welcome party, where they celebrated her with a meal of all her favorite foods. They had done their homework and treated her with the love her daughter had not provided. It was heartwarming and they were going to make a difference to her life for the remaining time she had.

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